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Pete

By: slisse



Here another translated story. Feedback is now also very welcome.

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Pete returned after a night out, but he hadn't amused himself. It had been fun talking to and drinking with his friends, but, although quite some girls were present, there was none that could keep his attention. He knew them all, but there were very few that could say they were his girlfriend. Although they were cute to look at, he, differently to most of his friends, didn't go for 100% for their body. In one way or the other he thought that all woman were beautiful, one had a cute face, the other had his sense of humour, that one had beautiful legs, the other could keep his attention, but none did combine all of this.

He came down from his bicycle and posted it behind their home, after which he entered the home via the kitchen. He noticed that there was still some light in the living and that the radio was playing. This implicated that his mom was still up, and by thinking of her he started sighing. The reason therefor was that what he was looking for with all girls, he had it here in the home, this is his mother. He was 19, his mother Rita was 44 and his dad Jeff was 48. His parents had drifted apart, certainly due to the fact that his dad couldn't think about something else but his work. On a regular base his father was out of home for shorter or longer periods when travelling from continent to continent. He had a great job in the multinational he worked for and he certainly wasn't too lazy to work so that he slowly got promotion after promotion. Jeff made sure that his income didn't make the rest of the family complain.

The trips away from home had made that Rita and Pete slowly grow to each other and that they developed a fine relationship. This made that Pete should feel himself very well, but, unfortunately this wasn't the case. Pete was having the trouble to see his mother more and more as woman and less and less as his mother. Rita, at here age, certainly still looked very beautiful. Although there were already furrows in her face, her breasts started sagging and here and there some rolls of fat started forming, she, once dressed up and with little make-up gave still the impression of being someone in her thirties. 

Rita had half-long red hair, she had the right breasts-size and a body that wasn't neither too skinny nor too fat, was 1m70 and weighted 59 kg. Her legs were long and well formed. Her figure permitted her to dress still young, inclusive a miniskirt, something she did now and then. In order to please Jeff in the first years of their marriage she had started to test what kept his attention for her, something in which she succeeded very well, so she found out that wearing light lingerie, a garter and stockings gave her that by which she felt herself 100% feminine. The fact that Jeff wasn't that often at home any more hadn't changed this habit. Maybe she would have changed this if she only had known that by doing so she did torture her son. 

Pete walked into the living and now heard the radio even better. He thought about asking his mom something, but when he looked at her he suddenly got rigid. Rita lay with her head at the back, while her buttocks were at the edge of the seat. Her skirt was raised upwards, also caused by her parted legs. Pete was able to see the up front of her stockings and the naked thighs just above it. Very slowly Pete came out of his stupor and walked, still as a zombie, to the seat. His eyes went over her stockings and her legs. He captured this picture and was trying to save it forever on his retina.

He slowly lowered himself until he was on the floor, where his eyes were practically on the same height as her knees. He breathed heavily, certainly now that he was, so to speak, on the front row to admire all the beautiful things that were exposed to him. With practically inhumane power he managed to withhold himself of going with his hands to her legs in order to caress them and to feel the nylon to his hands. He was able now to see more naked flesh and even her transparent panty. Hidden by the panty was, according to him, a real treasure, certainly worth as much as the one from Ali Baba. The lips of her pussy were slightly opened. A moan escaped from his mouth because he had never seen so much beauty.

Rita was wakened by his moan, but because of the fact that she was still dazed, her body hadn't reacted to her awakening. She realised that there was someone present and she opened her eyes. With disbelieve she saw Pete sitting on the ground for her and he only seemed to be interested in here lower body. She quickly closed her eyes, not wanting to be a spoilsport. Her thoughts ran through her head. What was happening was certainly not allowed. Her reason told her to make an end to it, but the loneliness of the last weeks did pay the rent. And besides, it certainly couldn't be that bad to have him looks at her because if she had on a bikini, her son was certainly able of seeing more of here. She decided to pretend to be asleep.

She heard Pete moaning again and realised at once that he was not only able to look at her legs, but to see also her vagina. Only this idea aroused her very much and to her surprise she noticed that moist started leaking out of her love-cave. She found it very strange reacting the way she did. During the last years she had been looking at Pete and, to be honest, he had already been part of her fantasies, but she always had enough power to keep it a fantasy and nothing more. She didn't understand it, but now was aiming for a little more. She started sighting and opened her legs a little further.

By hearing the sighting, Pete was already getting up, in order to avoid getting caught by his mum. He had made worries for nothing, because he saw that his mom was still sleeping. He lowered himself again down and now had an even better view. He didn't know where he got the courage, but suddenly he moved forward until his face was short to her panty. To his surprise he saw that on her love-lips there were tears of moist and it didn't look like this would be the last because the lips became wetter and wetter.

Rita noticed that her body reacted more and more to the situation of Pete being closer to her pussy and feeling the warmth of his breathing was certainly not reducing this feeling. What started to her as a little game became a rolling snowball that couldn't be stopped anymore. She opened her legs still further, hoping that he would make now the first move. She realised that what was happening wasn't certainly normal and she wouldn't make the first move, but to herself she had promised already that if something happened, she certainly wouldn't stop it. Once taken this decision, it was now only waiting if Pete would dare to do something.

Pete was more and more attracted by her panty, certainly now noticing that his mom had widened her legs. Once again he went forward and noticed that he now got the smell of his mothers' scent into his nose. The musk smell dazed him and he even went more forward. Without realising it he had placed his hands on her legs, softly massaging the in stockings covered legs. He now noticed the forming of a moist spot in her thin panty. 

Rita had meanwhile opened her eyes and noticed that she shouldn't fear that Pete would discover this, because all his attention went to her panty and the content of it. It had been a long time that she still had felt herself this way, certainly that a young bloke was spending so much attention to her and was admiring her like he did. She was also affected by his massaging hands on her legs and got it warmer and warmer. The only thing she wanted now was a good lovemaking; she was ready for it. She only hoped that by giving her son the possibility to make love to her she would be able to, if necessary, guide him so that not only she, but all further girlfriends would have benefit of it.

Suddenly Pete, who was still in a daze by the smell coming from his mothers' pussy, realised with fear that he was massaging her legs. He secretly hoped that he wouldn't have waked her, but then he would have certainly heard her yell. He looked up a little and was then striked by a lightening noticing that his mother was looking at him. He sat now motionless, his hands still holding her legs and he didn't know what to do next. He started flushing and started staring at the ground, releasing meanwhile her legs.

Rita saw the fight Pete had with him and surely was delighted to see that he was embarrassed by the situation and certainly wasn't considering this to be normal. However, now she thought it to be time to react, otherwise there might no continuation to it. She went slowly with her hands to his face, took it to take it higher so that she was able to look him into his eyes.

"Dear boy," she said, "you gave me a nice feeling," meanwhile looking at Pete with a smile. "You shouldn't feel guilty about what happened, if I wouldn't have enjoyed it, I certainly would have told you so. You can be sure however, I will certainly tell this to no one, I prefer it to be our 'little secret', and I would certainly appreciate it if this could be kept amongst us."

"Sorry mom," said Pete, "for letting me go like this, it surely wasn't my intention to do this to you, I still don't understand how this was possible, there certainly aren't extenuating circumstances to approve what I did. I'm terribly sorry to have disappointed you, because you certainly don't deserve this and I will keep what happened to me without broadcasting it as this isn't something to be proud about."

"No, son, what happened isn't according to the norms, but I repeat it, and I'm willing to do this a thousand times, you gave me a very nice feeling, something that has been already for me too long ago, but no, you certainly didn't disappoint me by how it happened. It may be strange to you hearing me say that I'm glad it did happen. However, what I'm wondering about is how this could have happened, especially what drove you to it." When Rita saw that Pete was having a bad time she continued with, "close your eyes son, try to forget I sit here next to you and imagine that you're talking to someone else, someone with whom you share your secrets, but please, tell it."

Pete closed his eyes and tried, as asked, to forget that his mother sat next to him. He had troubles swallowing and was trying to make his mind up, but once this was done he decided to fulfil his mothers' request. "When I entered the living I was going to ask you something, but I noticed you being asleep and I was overwhelmed by what I saw of you. You were lying there, with you skirt raised so that I was able to see your beautiful legs. But that wasn't certainly not all, as I could also see you wearing stockings of with I could see the upper part as well as the start of your naked tights. This made me want to take a closer look until I finally sat down before you. Now I was even able to look better at the structure of your legs in those stockings and your panty in which I could see your vagina also attracted my attention. And when you opened your legs further more, my head was drawn like a magnet to your vagina. When I at last also could smell your love-perfume I was completely lost."

Pete opened now his eyes and looked in the ones of his mother. He looked at her with a fear of what might happen next. He certainly was happy to notice that she looked at him, smiling, which was already a great relief to him, certainly expecting the worst. All he could do now was wait for the lecture, something he thought he had earned.

"Thank you Pete for telling me this. I really had no idea where you were sensitive for, and it is only now that I realise that I, without realising it, must have been a real torture for you during the lasts years, seeing me in my stockings. I'm sorry to say, but I don't see any reason why I should change my way of living, you certainly will see quite some stockings. But now it's really time for something else." Pete looked at her, surprised. "Please, son, sit a little backward." Pete did this and then Rita got out of the seat. She kept looking into his eyes with a smile. Once up, she removed her blouse, followed by her skirt. Her bra and panty followed the same way. She did put her hands on her hips, allowing Pete to admire her body.

Pete didn't know what was happening. With astonishment he looked at the striptease and now his eyes went over the body of his mother. He looked at every spot until finally a "wow" escaped from his mouth. He knew that his mother was beautiful but now that her body was exposed to hem he was overwhelmed by what he saw. Oké, she didn't have anymore the body of a 20 years old, but all she had was worth looking at. His mouth dropped and his look stayed focused on her legs and 'pubic hair'-area. The admiring of her son surprised Rita. She couldn't believe that she, on her age, still had such an influence on the young lad. Unless of course it would be the result of 'once the stiffness is in the prick, the intelligence of a men is reduced to zero' and he was doing like any male, purely reacting to nude. She sat down on the edge of the seat, put her head against the support and opened her legs as if presenting herself on plate.

She didn't need to encourage him as Pete regained his position between her legs. He grabbed both legs with his hands and started moulding the backside of them. Again and again his hands moved over her stockings and his massaging and moulding gave Rita shivers. Now Pete bowed forward and touched with his mouth softly her love-lips. To that Rita reacted even more and she noticed that here nipples came erect. Pete was moving his mouth over her slit, then taking this and then the other lip into his mouth. Now he started working with his tongue, making little circles over her lips on both sides. He also went now and then between the lips in order to catch the moisture present, taste it before swallowing it down.

Rita didn't know anymore what she felt. Even Jeff, in his best days, hadn't succeeded in giving her such a feeling. She was shaking like an aspenleaf and started more and more getting focused on having an orgasm. It made her very happy to notice that Pete was so attentive, wondering however how he got this skill. Pete noticed that his mother was reacting more and more to what he did to her, so he thought that it was now time to start the final attack, but now on her clit. He took her clit tenderly in his mouth, made circles with his tongue around it before starting to suck on it, increasing his speed. More and more yells and moans escaped from Rita's mouth. He now started sucking heavier until Rita, by giving a loud yell, started cumming. Her body was shivering and shaking. This kept going on, certainly because Pete was still sucking her clit, now in a slow tempo. One orgasm after the other went through Rita's body until it finally, totally exhausted, went limp. Pete then released her clit from his mouth and took again the opportunity to look at her body.

Very slowly Rita regained consciousness, aware of the fact that what she experienced was totally new to her. She found it hard to believe that it had been her son who gave her this feeling. She looked at him with gratitude and bowed forward trying to put her mouth on his. Her lips parted and she pushed with her tongue on his lips. He opened them slowly, after which she slid her tongue in his mouth in the search of his tongue. When she found it she started a little battle with it, taking her time however to find and taste some of her moisture. No place in the mouth was untouched and finally they started French kissing. Finally they had to let go in order to regain their breath.

"Thank you, my boy, for what you just did to me, I must confess that I never came so, like being in heaven, but how, for gods sake, have you learned to please a woman like that?" "I don't know," said Pete. "You're the very first to which I've done this. It goes without saying that I watched some porno movies and read erotic stories, but no one took me by the hand to learn me this from a to z, so I'm very happy to hear that it seems I haven't done a bad job." "Not bad? But boy, what you did to me was marvellous," said Rita. "Well mom, I'm pleased to hear this because you really deserved it with such a beautiful body. Further, it has all that's needed, you are for me the woman I would like to have and therefor it was for me a piece of cake of treating you as I did without having any trouble doing it!" 

Rita was about to contradict him what he said about her body because, although she knew that it could still be seen, she wasn't convinced that it was still the way her son described it. However, because of the manner he had said it she knew that it had come for 100% out of his heart and certainly was not a result of the situation. Thinking about it she got warm again. She bowed again forward, gave a kiss on his lips and said, "thank you." When Pete was trying to stand up she asked, "he mister, what is happening?" "Well mom," said Pete, "I'm very glad to have been able to provide you some fun, but I suppose that this was it." "No, you silly boy, you certainly are not ready with me. If you thought that this was it, then you're terribly wrong, I still have quite some plans for you, this is if you're still interested."

"It goes without saying that I still want you, even for other things, but I certainly will not impose myself. It certainly isn't for what we did, and hopefully will redo, that I doubt what people might think and say if only they knew, because I think of what happened not in terms of incest but more like an act of love." "Yes Pete, I do understand you, but if the two of us are together I prefer you would call me Rita and no matter how we would call it, it is and stays incest, but I also don't care that others might referring to incest, I prefer calling it loving."

Rita gave Pete a sign to stand up, something he immediately did. She stood up herself and unbuttoned his shirt. Once this was done, she removed his shirt and sat down. She went with her hands to his shoes, loosened the laces and helped him getting out of them, after which she removed his stockings one by one. Finally she went to his belt, opened it, opened the buttons on his pants and took them off. His underpants were kept for the last to do. Rita put her hands on the side above and slowly took it down, and it was only when they were lying on the ground that she did look at his by now hard on. A little yell escaped from her when she saw the penis standing in all its glory at full strength. It certainly was big and there was some pre-cum on the forehead. Her tongue travelled over her lips when bending down. She took with one hand his dick while she placed in the same time her mouth over his forehead.

Now it was Pete's turn to moan. He never experienced something beautiful, which was certainly easy to understand, as he was still a virgin. He breathed in with jerks, enjoying what his mother did to him. Rita had tasted meanwhile his pre-cum and was very happy to find out that it had a marvellous flavour, perhaps a little salty, but still enjoyable. She removed his cock from her mouth and started putting her saliva on his shaft so that the whole thing soon glittered. Once this done, she opened her mouth very wide and put it over his penis. With some difficulty and having to go forth and back some time, she managed to feel his whole dick in her, stated by the tickling of his pubic hair in her nose. Meanwhile she had laid her hands on his hips and holding him like that she was able to move his penis in and out of her mouth.

Pete felt like being in heaven. Just the fact that his cock moved in Rita's mouth gave him a more then nice feeling. He certainly had already masturbated quite some times, but that feeling couldn't certainly compete with what his mom was doing to him. He kept himself as still as possible, even when there were moments he would have moved, because his mom was leading him and also to avoid that he would cause her trouble by moving. His moaning became more intense and he knew that he would be able to withhold his cumming. 


Pete and Denise



"Pete! Over here!" 

Walking through the crowded mall food court, Pete looked over his shoulder and spotted his childhood friend Chelsea, a short woman with deep black hair, standing on a chair at a table she shared with two others and waving her arms in the air.

"There you are," he said as he walked over to her table and greeted her with a friendly embrace, "I couldn't find you guys. Thanks for waving me down; I could have been wandering around this place for hours."

"Aw, you would have found us eventually, Pete." Mike said with a smile as he extended one arm for a handshake and put his other around Chelsea's shoulders as she sat back down.

Pete had known Chelsea since childhood, and he had certainly thought of taking her to bed on more than one occasion; the combination of her petite frame and gorgeous figure had enraptured every boy at their high school at one point or another. But those were bygone years, and Chelsea and Mike had been together since the end of college. Pete knew he had long ago missed his shot at her; hell, he had even been the best man at their wedding! He allowed himself the briefest moment of envy watching Mike casually caress her through her red woven sweater, but just as quickly he allowed the feeling to pass.

"So how's work?" Mike asked, as the two friends shook hands.

"Oh, same as always." Pete answered with a smile as he took a seat across from Mike. Mike had worked at the same bookstore since high school, and sometimes he seemed to assume that Pete's job as an office accountant was filled with a truly unrealistic amount of intrigue and adventure. "But expense reports and financial projections don't really make for exciting table-talk. Why don't you introduce me to your friend, I don't believe we've met."

Next to Pete and across from Chelsea sat a tall woman with brown hair tied in a simple ponytail running straight down to the small of her back. She smiled and waved as she let Mike introduce her. 

"Oh yeah," Mike responded, "I forgot you hadn't met Denise yet. She's a friend from work, we invited her along, too -- the more the merrier, right?"

"Well, you know I never object to being introduced to a beautiful woman." Pete said with a grin. 

Taking a closer look at the woman by his side, he noticed that she was tall, quite a bit taller than Chelsea at any rate. Though her breasts were fairly small, her floral dress opened to a wide neckline that exposed generous amounts of smooth, silky skin over her chest and shoulders. With her height, long arms, and thin body, an unkind man might easily have describer her as lanky; but Pete had never been one to fuss over physical imperfections. Her dress ended halfway down her thighs, but her long legs were covered by a pair of blue jeans, a simple style but tight enough to leave little to the imagination. On her feet were a pair of simple white sneakers, perfect for a casual day at the mall. Pete allowed himself a moment to admire her shape from head to toe and back up again. Looking up to her face, Pete could tell he had been caught staring -- Denise meet Pete's gaze as soon as his head was raised. She seemed a little bit sheepish about being looked at, but she didn't seem to be objecting.

Once all the necessary handshaking and how-do-you-dos were out of the way, Pete turned to Denise and asked "So, are you actually interested in the movie we're going to see, or is it just an excuse to come out and have some fun?"

"Well, being out and about with friends is always the best way to spend a weekend," Denise replied, "but honestly I've been wanting to see this movie for a while now, but since I'm new in town I didn't really know anybody to go with and I'd feel silly going to a movie alone."

"Yeah, being new in town can be rough," Pete nodded sympathetically, "but it looks like you're making some new friends, I know I'm certainly looking forward to getting to know you better."

"I can tell." Denise responded with a grin, as Mike and Chelsea both burst out laughing.

"You've been caught again Pete!" Mike exclaimed with glee, "It's like I'm always telling you, you gotta be a little less obvious next time."

"Don't take it personally," Chelsea said to Denise on the side, "wandering-eyes-Pete here has never been much for subtlety."

"Oh, don't worry about it." Denise reassured the group, smiling sweetly, "I don't mind, in all honesty" she said, turning her attention back to Pete, "you seem nice and I'm looking forward to getting to know you, too."

As the four friends were chatting and finishing their meal, Mike's phone began to ring and he stood up and excused himself from the group. He returned a few minutes later with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Well, that was the sitter," he explained, "seems that Johnny's started throwing up again and she doesn't know what to do."

"Oh my God!" Denise exclaimed, "Is he alright?"

"Don't worry, he's probably fine." Mike reassured her, "He probably just ate too many crayons again ... well, in any case Chelsea and I had better get home and look after him -- should we drop you off at home on our way back, Denise?"

"If you'd like," Pete interjected before she could answer, "I'll drive you home after the movie. I know we just met, but it seems a shame to miss out on the afternoon."

"Subtle, Pete." Chelsea groaned at him with a raised eyebrow.

Denise just laughed and said "Actually, that sounds lovely. Besides, we both said we wanted to get to know each other better; and I already know you as a friend of a friend." Turning to Mike and Chelsea, she continued "I'll be fine here, I hope your son feels better soon!"

"Thanks Denise," Mike replied while hurriedly finishing the last few bites of his meal and gathering up his garbage on its tray, "you two have fun."

With their trash and possessions all appropriately collected, Mike and Chelsea waved goodbye and walked away.

"Man, having kids seems like it must be rough," Pete remarked.

"I wouldn't know," Denise replied, "I don't have any myself."

"Well," Pete remarked as he finished his meal, "shall we get ourselves to the movie?" He stood up and offered Denise his hand. She accepted it with a smile, and hand in hand they made their way across the mall and to the theater.

***

Once they had taken their seats in the dark theater, Pete and Denise chatted and laughed through the pre-show advertisements. Soon enough, though, the lights dimmed further and the previews began.

As much as his friends made fun of him for it, Pete knew that one of the benefits of being so straightforward with his intentions was that by this point there was no ambiguity about why Denise and he were in this theater together. As his fingers began slowly caressing hers, she responded by resting her head gently on his shoulder with a contented smile.

As the movie progressed, Pete and Denise inched ever closer to each other; becoming more and more comfortable with the increasing intimacy. By an hour into the film, they had raised the arm-rest that separated them, pressing their thighs against one another while Pete wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Pete rested his head on top of Denise's as she nuzzled hers into his neck and shoulder. This gave Pete a beautiful view down the front of her shirt, from this angle her wide neckline exposed a black bra covering a pair of gorgeous pert breasts. When she caught him staring down at her chest, Denise only smiled and squeezed her shoulders together, enticing him with her cleavage. As their clasped hands rested on Pete's leg, Denise's fingers began to slowly stroke his thigh through his jeans. Even though her hand was up near his knee, Pete couldn't help but imagine those fingers working their way up his leg all the way to his slowly hardening penis. The closeness of her body and her obvious receptiveness to his advances had Pete's heart racing with anticipation by the time the film ended.

Pete sighed with disappointment as the credits rolled and the lights came back on, forcing him and Denise to separate and exit the theater. The couple snaked their way through the crowd of noisy movie-goers exiting the theater, and Pete led his date to where he had parked his car. 

"So what did you think of the movie?" Pete asked once they were both buckled-in and had successfully gotten out of the parking lot and onto the road. Though the physical closeness they had enjoyed in the theater was impractical while Pete was driving, Denise continued to stroke his leg while giving him directions to her house, and Pete hoped this was a sign that she shared his desire to keep this date going. By now, his whole body was aching to see more of her beautiful skin, to touch her, to hold her, to get into bed with her.

"It was alright," Denise responded, "but I liked the book better."

"Oh?" Pete replied, "I didn't even know it was based on one."

"Yeah, it was. You'd probably like it. If you want, I can lend you my copy when we get to my apartment."

"I'd like that." Pete replied with a smile, hoping that Denise saw this as a pretense for bringing him into her home. 

Within a few minutes, they had arrived at an undistinguished apartment complex. Denise directed Pete to a guest parking space, and led him up to a door on the second floor of one of the buildings. She fished some keys out of her purse, unlocked the door, and invited him to follow her inside.

The apartment was dimly lit by sunlight peeking in from around the curtains of a large window. The door opened into a modest living room featuring a couch, a TV, and a coffee table. But what Pete noticed most of all were the bookshelves lining every wall, filled with a diverse array of hardback and softback books -- he recognized some as fiction titles, some as reference books, encyclopedias, atlases, books of all varieties. Knowing that Denise worked at a bookstore, Pete imagined that she made very good use of her employee discount there.

Denise slipped her shoes off and hung her keys off a hook on the wall while Pete shut the door. She put her purse down on a chair and walked over to one of the bookshelves.

"You'll have to give me a moment to find it," she said, "I'm not really sure where it is. Do you want a drink or something?"

"No thanks, I'm not thirsty." Pete told her, as he slowly walked over beside her and began petting her back with his hand.

Feeling his hand on her, Denise turned to face Pete. Though she was only a few inches shorter than he was, the fact that he still had his shoes on and she didn't made him seem quite a bit taller. For a moment they were both a little surprised by the sudden closeness. Denise gazed up into Pete's gorgeous green eyes with a contented smile and they both stood there for a moment as though frozen, staring deep into each other's eyes; neither one quite daring to make the first move to take things further. That moment of uncertainty passed quickly as Pete felt Denise's arms wrapping around his sides, and took his cue to move in for a kiss.

In unison, they both let out satisfied sighs as their lips locked together and began exploring each other in with a thousand tiny movements, shortly followed by their tongues doing the same. Pete inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet smell as he wrapped his arms around her back and held her close until he could feel her heart beating against his chest. Without parting, the couple slowly shuffled over towards the couch as their kiss continued, and when Denise reached the couch and sat down, Pete came down almost on top of her as their lips finally parted. He supported himself with one hand and caressed Denise's back and shoulder wit he other as he began kissing her cheeks and neck, eager to explore as much of her body as she would allow.

Pete stopped and pulled away slowly when he felt Denise's hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him off of her.

"Pete, wait." She said, sounding a bit nervous, "there's something I have to tell you before we go any further." 

"Alright, what is it?" Pete asked, not sounding quite as sincere as he had hoped to. Though his mind was curious and knew that Denise probably would not have stopped him unless it was something important, his body ached to return to hers and was frustrated by the interruption.

"I'm trans." Denise declared gravely.

"What?" Pete asked in confusion.

"I'm trans. I'm a transsexual." Denise explained, a definite air of nervousness now pervasive in her tone. "I know I should have told you sooner, but it didn't come up and ... well, I didn't expect it to be relevant so soon."

Pete smiled at the implications of this last sentence. "Are you saying that it's about to be relevant?" he asked with a grin.

Denise blushed and stammered in response "Well that is ... I mean ... do you still want it to be?"

Pete smiled sweetly and locked eyes with Denise again. 

"Denise," he said "I think you are beautiful and I've been wanting you all afternoon, and I know you've been wanting me too. A little thing like that doesn't change how I feel about you."

With that, Pete leaned in and kissed her again, first on the lips, then on the cheeks, the chin, the neck. Meanwhile his hands began exploring the soft curves of her shoulder and bare collarbones. It wasn't long before he felt her hands tugging at the base of his shirt, and he was happy to oblige their request; separating briefly to pull his shirt off over his head. Denise moaned softly as her hands caressed Pete's handsome chest and stomach while he continued to kiss and touch her body.

Pete brushed away the side of Denise's dress with his hand, pushing the left shoulder and bra-strap over her shoulder and onto her bicep. The top of her bra was now clearly visible above the bottom of her neckline, and Pete worked his hand over her soft exposed skin, taking in her beauty and pleasure with every motion, moving slowly downwards towards her breasts, millimeter by beautifully agonizing millimeter. Before long, he had reached to top of her left bra cup, and he had just pushed his pinky under the lip of the garment to explore her soft body within when Denise stopped him again.

This time, without a word, she stood up and stepped away, her back to Pete. For a moment, he was afraid that she was going to tell him this was too much too fast, and ask him to stop. He was pleasantly surprised when she reached down, grabbed the edges of her dress, and pulled it up and off over her head. Pete took the opportunity to admire Denise from behind; his eyes traced over her smooth shoulder blades, past her bra, and over her trim waistline down to a gorgeous firm ass barely hidden by her tight jeans. Pete reflected that he was very glad Denise had told him about being transsexual when she did; everything about her body, her composure, the way she fit into her clothing, all seemed perfectly natural and even with her shirt off Pete never would have been able to guess. Even though it wasn't a turn-off for him, Pete imagined that discovering only by pulling down her pants would still have been quite an awkward surprise.

Before Denise could turn around or sit back down, Pete stood up behind her and wrapped his hands around her sides, slowly moving them around to her stomach and then sliding them up her smooth torso until he cupped one of her small, perky breasts in each hand. He pulled her close and she rolled her head back onto his shoulder while he kissed her face and neck, allowing his hands to massage and caress her chest and shoulders. He pulled down her other bra strap and began massaging her bare shoulders with both hands, eliciting sighs of pleasure from Denise. 

He pulled away from her only briefly as he unhooked the back of her bra, allowing it to fall to floor. Slowly rolling his hands around her body again, Pete held one of Denise's naked breasts in each hand. She gasped each time his fingers played over her firm round nipples, and moaned with pleasure as he squeezed, kneaded, and massaged her soft breasts in his hands. It wasn't long before Denise's body began to rock back and forth from the intensity of sensation, and Pete found his penis nestled between her two beautiful buttocks, slowly stroking him up and down. Feeling Pete's hardening dick in her backside only encouraged Denise, who thrust her butt backwards into her partner eagerly, stroking him sensually with each motion of her hips. Even with two pairs of jeans between them, this was more than enough to complete Pete's erection within a few short moments, and soon he found himself throbbing with pleasure and anticipation. His hips thrust on their own now, as if begging to be set free from the confines of his pants and enter into the confines of hers.

"Denise," he whispered into her ear between heavy breaths, "I want you; I want more." 

He let one of his hands drop from her breast, his finger tips caressing her belly as he slid his hand into place above her waistband, and slowly pushed his fingers beneath it. For an exhilarating moment, he allowed his fingers to explore the shape of her hips and abdomen. As his fingers drifted from her hips towards her center, the tips of his fingers began to feel out her silky public hairs. He stroked his fingers in gentle circles, delicately caressing this sensitive part of her body. The knowledge that his fingers were now mere inches away from the most intimate parts of her body sent shudders through his arm as his anticipation and longing grew even stronger.

Denise turned around to face Pete, and it was with a twinge of disappointment that he was forced to remove his hand from her pants for lack of a convenient angle. She kissed him gently on the lips, then took his hand and led him into her bedroom. Pete barely noticed the size of the room or any of the furnishings in it, his mind was completely focused on the woman in front of him and the throbbing desire in his pants. Denise sat down on the bed while Pete eagerly assisted her in removing his pants, underwear, shoes and socks. He now stood in front of her completely naked, her head at the level of his stomach as she sat on her bed.

Pete sighed with both pleasure and relief as Denise took his swollen penis in her hand and began to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. He was already completely erect from the rubbing they had done earlier, and he knew it would not take long for him to orgasm at this rate. He gasped in pleasure an surprise as Denise leaned forward and began gingerly kissing the very tip of his penis, her hand never slowing in its firm yet tender strokes. 

"Oh my God Denise," Pete moaned, "I'm so close, just keep going like that."

Denise grinned and pulled her face away to sit upright again. Pete was pleasantly surprised when she drew his body closer to her, hugging his thrusting penis against her left breast. Pete moaned with pleasure as he buried the front of his penis deep in her soft and pliant flesh. Denise gasped each time his penis plowed its way past her sensitive, erect nipple. Pete's thrusts had taken on a life of their own, and between the sight of Denise's naked breasts, the sound of her gasps as he pleasured her nipples, and the amazing sensation of his penis rubbing against her body, it wasn't long before he had had all he could take. With a great thrust and a low groan, Pete's semen shot upwards, across Denise's nipple, over her chest and shoulder, with a final little splatter landing on her left cheek. Denise grinned up at Pete while she continued to play with his still pulsing cock, allowing his orgasm to fully play itself out, then letting him back down gently as his erection receded.

With the full glow and satisfaction of a successful orgasm, Pete took a moment to catch his breath and admire the beautiful woman in front of him. Denise was breathing heavily, and her cheeks had turned a deep red. Her eyes watched him hungrily, and Pete could easily tell from her face just how turned on she was. Glancing down at her waist, the visible tent of an erection confirmed Denise's excitement. Without a word, Pete dropped to his knees and began pulling down Denise's jeans. Denise lay on her back and put her knees together to allow her pants to slide off more easily. At first, Pete avoided looking at her crotch; he wasn't quite sure what to expect or how it would affect him. Instead, he allowed himself to take in every inch of her long, smooth legs as more and more of first her beautiful thighs, then her shins became naked and visible. Once Denise's pants and socks had been completely removed and set aside, Pete cast his gaze over her one remaining piece of clothing. It was a pair of simple white panties and, much to Pete's surprise, they were completely soaked through all down the middle.




Pete and Denise



"Denise?" Pete asked in surprise, "did you ...?"

"What?" Denise asked in confusion, propping herself back up on her elbows to see what he was looking at. "Oh. No," she explained with a blush, "no, I just always get wet when I'm excited, long before I ever finish."

Pete chuckled to himself in his mind. Perhaps bedding a trans woman was not as different as he had expected, he mused while admiring her wet panties. As Denise lay back down, the very tip of her erect penis peeked out above the waistline of her underwear, a drop of pre-cum drooling a trail of goo along her shaft as it went. Pete wasn't sure if Denise was aware that she had exposed herself, but he did know that the point was about to become moot. He placed his hands firmly on either side of her exposed tip, dipped his fingers under her panties, and slowly pulled the underwear from her body, rubbing the full length of her newly exposed genitalia as he went. Denise moaned and thrust her hips up to meet his hands in response. 

"So," Pete asked as he rubbed the inside of his partner's thighs once her underwear had been set aside, "what now?"

"Oh Pete," she sighed in response, "I want you to make love to me."

"I'd love to, Denise;" he answered with a gentle smile, "but I've never been with a trans woman before, so you'll have to show me how."

"Just treat me like you would if I wasn't transsexual," Denise instructed, "and if we run into any problems we'll deal with them as they come up."

Pete still wasn't entirely sure how this was going to work, but he crawled into the bed and under the covers when Denise invited him to. She was still much more turned on than he was, and soon she had her body wrapped around his. Her soft breasts pressed into his sides while she nuzzled her face into his chest and wrapped her thighs around his. At first, the feel of an erect penis rubbing against his body felt strange to him, as Denise rubbed the front of her body against the length of his. He didn't find it repulsive or disgusting as he feared he might, but it was different and unusual, and he worried about not knowing what to do to please her. His fears soon passed, though, as he realized that his body knew what to do all on it's own. A beautiful, naked woman was pressed up against him in bed. A woman who was turned on. A woman who wanted him. As far as his body was concerned, it made very little difference if a few parts of her were shaped a bit differently, and he soon found his hips thrusting rhythmically with hers while his arms wrapped around her body trying to feel and explore as much of her naked figure as they possibly could.

Denise spread her thighs and wrapped them around his pelvis, lowering her breasts into his chest while their faces met and their lips locked once again in a kiss. As their two bodies writhed and thrust together, Denise allowed her head to slide down beside his as she gasped and moaned while their penises slid against each other amidst a pool of her juices. With her body writhing on top of him and her soft thighs pressed against his sides, it wasn't long before Pete's erection was back as full and engorged as it had ever been.

"Denise," he gasped, between his now panting breaths, "I want to fuck you."

"What do you think you're doing now you goof?" Denise chuckled as she sensually gyrated her hips, grinding her pelvis into his.

"No," Pete responded, "I mean I want to come inside of you ... I don't know how this all works, but you said to treat you like any other woman; if you were any other woman, I'd want my dick inside of you right now."

Denise smiled and planted a gentle kiss on Pete's lips. Leaning off the side of the bed, Denise pulled a small bottle of lube out of a drawer in her nightstand. Squirting a small dolop of the cool liquid into the palm of her hand, Denise began caressing Pete's erect penis, spreading the lube over each part of his penis in turn. Pete gasped and sighed as her fingers again explored first the tip of his penis, then the sides, then the front of his shaft; this time accompanied by the smooth and sticky fluid that slowly dribbled through her fingers as she stroked and caressed him. 

Once she was satisfied that Pete had been sufficiently lubed up, Denise lifted herself up with her arms, and pushed her body into an upright sitting position above him, supporting herself with her arms and legs as she lifted her pelvis up above his naked body. Pete took in the gorgeous full-frontal Denise offered as she slowly and carefully lifted herself above his body and with one hand directed the tip of his penis across her perineum and down to the aperture of her ass. Pete watched as a series of careful thrusts by Denise forced first the tip, then the shaft of his penis to disappear inch by inch into her body, while Denise moaned in pleasure with each thrust. He reached up and began groping and stroking her breasts and body as she bobbed up and down above him, sending waves of pleasure through his body as her tight hole worked it's way up and down his throbbing erection. 

Denise moaned in unison with Pete as his penis dove deep inside her body, and before long she abandoned her sitting position to press her body up against his once more. With his thrusts coming ever stronger and more naturally, Pete held Denise close to his body and, being careful not to lose their connection, rolled her over onto her back as he began to fuck her in earnest. There were some definite differences between the experience of sleeping with Denise and other women he had been with. He could feel her hard penis pressed against his stomach, rubbing back and forth while he pressed into her. The feeling of her ass was also not as similar as he'd expected to a vagina. However, the smell of her sweat, the feel of her body writhing beneath him, the slosh of her fluids against his abdomen, the sight of her flushed and panting face, and the sound of the uncontrollable moans she made with every thrust of his hips was more than enough to make up for these incongruities. After a few minutes of vigorous fucking, Pete was back up on the edge of an orgasm. Denise wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly from below, squeezing their bodies together in a desperate longing while Pete thrust uncontrollably into her backside, unleashing a wave of semen into her body while he gasped and moaned in ecstasy.

Once he had caught his breath, Pete carefully pulled out of Denise, and crouched above her, admiring his new lover.

"Was that good for you?" Denise asked with a satisfied smile.

"It was wonderful," Pete replied with a grin, "but we aren't done yet!"

Pete looked down at his lover's body, and saw that Denise was still flushed in the face, her hips still rocking and thrusting with a longing and anticipation that she couldn't quite hide. Her penis was still erect and firm, and although most of her lower body was now covered in semen from her leaking pre-cum, Pete could easily tell that she hadn't yet had an orgasm. Pete wrapped his arms around her, positioning himself in a sitting position behind her, so that his hands would have full access to her body while she leaned back against him.

"I'm not going to be satisfied until I see you cum." He told her, as one of his hands found it's place on her breast, and the other settled on the shaft of her damp penis and began to stroke the length of her shaft. By now Denise's entire body was extremely sensitized to his touch, and each flick of her nipples sent Denise writhing and crying out in uncontrollable pleasure. 

"Do you like this?" he asked her as she grunted, moaned, and shook under his touch. Denise arched her back and cried out in response. 

"Oh God, Pete," her panting voice moaned out between screams of pleasure, "I feel so close."

"Yes," Pete encouraged with a smile, "you've made me come twice now, and it's your turn now. I want to see it happen, I want to feel you moving against my body, I want to know that I can make you feel as good as you made me feel."

Pete stepped up his efforts on Denise's body, stroking her faster and flicking her nipples as fast as his fingers could move. He lavished her neck and shoulders with sensual kisses while her back arched higher and higher with each thrust of her hips. Her shouts grew louder and louder until she was practically screaming, but still her writhing and thrusting continued. The amazing sight of Denise's body in unrestrained ecstasy would have been more than enough to bring Pete to a full erection again, but his body was sexually exhausted from his two earlier orgasms so instead he satisfied himself with the beautiful sight and feel of her breasts in his hand, her butt against his pelvis, her naked legs against his. Just as Pete felt his hands cramping up and getting too tired to go on, Denise's screams shortened and lowered into one long, low moan as a stream of cum came shooting out of her penis and landed on her stomach.

"Oh God," she pleaded with Pete, "don't stop."

Denise's body continued to thrust, her back arching as another, smaller shot of semen followed up the first, covering her already soaking abdomen in even more juices. 

"don't stop don't stop don't stop ..." Denise continued to moan and beg as her body remained in motion. She rode out her orgasm for far longer than the ejaculation itself had lasted, continuing to thrust with full intensity for a good thirty seconds before winding down slowly into a breathless, panting halt.

"That was wonderful," she gasped out, still trying to catch her breath as she settled her body back into his, nuzzling her head against his in an intimate cuddle, "thank you so much, Pete."

The two lovers remained curled up together just as they were for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the experience they had just shared and the closeness of each other's bodies. Eventually, Pete broke the silence.

"I don't want this day to end," he said, "but it's getting late and I'm getting hungry ... how would you feel about going out for Italian for dinner tonight?"

Denise smiled and gave Pete a short kiss before responding, "That sounds lovely Pete, I don't want this to end, either."

As Pete extracted himself from beneath Denise's naked body, he looked down and realized what a mess they had made, with the results of three orgasms now puddled around her body. His first orgasm was still a moist and visible streak running from her breast up to her cheek. His second was now slowly working its way back out of her body, leaving slimy streaks down her thighs and buttocks before pooling beneath her on her bedsheets. Meanwhile, her own orgasm had made a puddle around her belly-button, with a few streaks of cum running down her sides leaving wet spots scattered over the bedsheets.

"Maybe we should clean up a bit before we go out." Pete suggested sheepishly.

"No problem," Denise replied with a mischievous grin, "my shower's big enough for two."



Pete and I



This story is for those readers who have waited patiently for a new adventure. With a will of its own this very long story has taken over my mind and I have lived its highs and lows for several weeks, re-wording carefully until everything felt right. It has controlled me: I hope it pleases you all. But, in the end, it's just another little love story…Settle into your seats, grab your popcorn and dim the lights…

I suppose it all started way back when I was seeing Greg - or more to the point when I had just finished with him. 'Seeing' being a way of saying we were together, well, some of the time. I mean it was a relationship but not a satisfactory one, for me at least. He got what he wanted now and again and I suppose I went along with it. But it wasn't what I was really searching for and he didn't care at all what I wanted. He didn't even ask. Once he'd had his pleasures he'd lose interest in me for a bit. I suppose I'd had enough. I do a lot of supposing these days!

So I finished with him, as I said. Clean break: no regrets. And no harm done either. But I did mope around at home a lot like someone looking for something they'd lost or wanting something to do. I drove my mother mad, I suspect, but she was pretty supportive and jollied me along keeping me occupied when I wasn't at college over the Easter holiday that year.

I'd better start again. I'm Gwen and I'm twenty-two years old. I worked for a couple of years after I left school in a local hotel and then I decided to go to college and now I'm studying Catering and Hotel Management full time. Greg was on the same course [well, still is] – he's good looking, only twenty-one but an empty vessel, straw in the wind and content-free! I'm well rid of him.

'What do you want, then?' asked my mum, one Friday towards the end of the Easter holiday, whilst she was ironing in the kitchen.

'Someone like Peter, I suppose, but he'll never ask me out!'

'Who's Peter? And why won't he?'

'Another boy on the course. He's not as good looking as Greg, sort of facially I mean, but he's tall and, you know, strong looking. He has a silly threadbare little beard on his chin and a fringe over his eyes. Never speaks to me but he works hard and I think he's the best cook on the course by far. He just doesn't know it.'

'So you like him?' 

'Yes, I do. He's just twenty, mum, younger than me.'

'Sometimes you have to make things happen, you know.' She smiled. 'While you're thinking that one out, can you take these two blouses and hang them in my wardrobe, please, Gwen?'

'Sure, pass them across,' I said.

'Oh, and whilst you are upstairs can you put these in my underwear drawer – top drawer at the side of my bed?'

'Okay,' I added as I took them from her. I went upstairs, dropped the panties on the bed whilst I hung the blouses in the wardrobe. Then I opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet. I saw three dark green, leather-bound photo albums in the bottom of the drawer: normally they would have been hidden by the underwear lying on top of them. I put the things in the drawer, closed it and went back downstairs.

'Do you mean ask him out or something?' I said as I entered the kitchen, picking up the conversation about Peter again.

'Yes, if you really want him.'

She smiled reassuringly. I went upstairs and changed into a pair of shorts and a brief top. I pulled an old blanket from a cupboard and went downstairs. Easter was late that year and the weather was unusually hot as well. I wanted to make the most of the good weather before college restarted.

'I'm going to sunbathe down near the cabin,' I told my mum.

'Right. I'll bring you a cold drink later,' she said. 'When I've finished this lot!' She pointed at a pile of shirts.

I wanted to improve my tan and so I spread the blanket and stretched myself out in the sun. The denim shorts had been cut off really short from an old pair of jeans. I pulled the top over my head and let my breasts absorb the warmth. I already had a reasonable tan and really I wanted to sunbathe nude but I was afraid of being caught by one of my parents. I compromised by going topless and dozed a little or maybe my mind just wandered over recent hurtful memories and, absorbed in those thoughts, I didn't hear or notice my mum coming down the garden until she was almost at my side. I didn't try to cover myself, it was too late.

'I've brought you an iced orange juice,' she said, as she settled down next to me. To my surprise she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, unhooked her bra too and took it off. Her still firm breasts with erect nipples showed she still had a good figure to please my father. She grinned at me. 

'I often used to sunbathe nude at home when I was your age,' she confided.

'I thought you'd disapprove and go mad if you caught me,' I said.

'Gwen, your dad and I used to go round the house naked a lot of the time when we were first married. We still do when both of you are away. Max is never here these days and your dad will understand, I promise.'

She made it all sound so normal, I felt a relief that I hadn't been wanting to do something she would consider wrong.

'But what if Max comes down the garden?' I said.

'Your brother is always out these days. When did he last come down the garden, Gwen?'

I smiled, admitting that was true. He was always out skateboarding or away snowboarding or something. Life was not a serious matter for Max, at least at seventeen, not yet it wasn't. 

'Or dad, he might come.'

'Then he'd see you; he'd see what a beautiful woman his little girl has become. He'd be very proud of you,' she whispered. 'He might even join you, naked I mean, and sunbathe with you. Would you mind?'

'You wouldn't?' I asked.

'No, of course not.' 

'Then I wouldn't mind either,' I said. We lay there a while, quietly. 

Mum eventually added: 'And if you want to wander round in the nude at home that is fine by me. I'll go naked in the house too if you decide to. I'll forewarn your dad but we won't do anything ourselves until you actually want to do it, Gwen.'

Propping myself up on one elbow I looked earnestly into her eyes and said: 'And you absolutely promise that if I stroll into the kitchen one morning stark naked neither of you will go bananas or anything?'

She laughed. 'I promise,' she said, 'and I'll look forward to it!'

I flopped back down onto my back to take it all in. Things had changed unexpectedly in one afternoon. I had decided to say something, I still wasn't sure what exactly, to Peter; I could sunbathe in the nude as I wished and finally I hadn't forgotten those photo albums in mum's drawer. For some reason I hadn't wanted to ask her about them. I thought they might disappear if I did.

Things were looking up.

ooo000ooo

Mum does relief work at a local police communications centre and on the Saturday morning she was on duty from ten until four in the afternoon. There was no-one in the house. Dad was at Roy and Penny Hope's house helping them build a conservatory, so mum said, and Max was in Italy snowboarding or something similar. I wanted a peek at those albums.

I went into mum and dad's bedroom and carefully moved the panties to one side and lifted the top album from the drawer. Its warm leather and the scent suggested an old and treasured possession as I held it in my hands. I sat on the bed and opened it. In a way I wasn't entirely surprised. Not only was my dad clearly an accomplished photographer [if I thought about it I should have known that from the general quality of other family photos] but he had been taking nude pictures of my mother for many years. I wasn't shocked either. They were beautiful – she clearly loved to pose in the most erotic and suggestive poses as well as in simply romantic and only slightly sexual ones. They were mixed so that pictures twenty years old were juxtaposed alongside recent ones and they compared well although the changes were obvious. At thirty-nine she was still attractive and I lingered over every page.

Leaving the album on the bed I went to my own room, took all my clothes off and returned to my parents' room. I opened the album at the beginning and began to copy the poses in the photos. Some of the photos were dated in pencil in my dad's writing: 'Beth, April 84' for example. I felt very sexy as I placed myself in the more sexual positions and I became quite turned on by it all. For some reason, perhaps my inexperience, I was fascinated by the poses of my mum, who was younger than me at the time, going by the neat little captions, on all fours smiling into the lens, even reaching under herself with one hand in one photo. I could tell she had several fingers in her cunt and I replicated the pose and maintained it for some time as I masturbated and was rewarded with a fabulous orgasm. Eventually, embarrassed perhaps by the fact that in a way my mother was turning me on, I put the album back in the drawer and decided to leave the other two volumes for another day. I assumed at the time that they had more of the same in them. I was wrong.

It was a beautiful late morning by now and I decided to sunbathe some more. I had left the blanket in the cabin, so, naked as the day I was born, I stepped out of the back door of our house, locking it behind me, and walked down to the far end of our very long, secluded garden. I opened the cabin, leaving it open to the air, picked up the blanket and spread it out in a sunny spot. 

I had a book, 'Shadow of the Wind', with me that I was reading that holiday but the weather was too warm and the sunlight reflected too harshly off the page and I had dropped the book down at my side. I must have dozed again for some time until I was woken by the sudden awareness that I had shivered. It had grown cool and I decided to go back inside. It was then that I realised I had no idea of the time whatsoever and no way of knowing it either without returning to the house. Mum might be back home, dad too even. Well mum said I could go around naked when I felt ready. I had committed myself sooner than I had perhaps thought or intended. 

I felt a sense of pleasure, surprisingly, that I had the self-confidence and picking up my book and blanket I set off. I put the blanket in the cabin and walked up the garden towards the back door of our house.

Mum was in the kitchen. She made no comment on my appearance and simply said: 'Hello darling. Your dad's upstairs somewhere. Everything all right?'

'Yes,' I said, 'I've cleaned up the cat's mess in the conservatory. Oh, and Mary Alsman rang about Thursday night. She said you'd know what she wants.'

I was fairly sure she blushed slightly as she thanked me, adding: 'I'll ring her back later, Gwen.'

Upstairs I flopped down on my bed after pushing the door to just a little. 

It would still be easy for someone to put their head around the door. As I lay there I was debating in my mind whether to dress before I went down for the evening meal or whether to remain nude. Although it had indeed become a little cool outside it was still very warm indoors. The problem was solved by my mother who knocked gently and came in. She sat on the edge of the bed.

'I'm not pressurising you at all, Gwen. I just wondered whether you were going to remain like that or get dressed.' She smiled at me. 'Your tan's really good now.' She had diverted from the main purpose of what she'd come to say. 'If you're getting dressed that's fine; if you're planning on spending the evening naked then your dad and I will do the same. I didn't want to get it wrong and embarrass you.'

I smiled and took her hand. 'You have surprised me in the last two days, mum. I've been naked almost all day, I'm going to stay that way. No teasing though!'

'No, I promise.'

ooo000ooo

When I went downstairs mum was in the kitchen, in the nude like me. 

'Hi,' she said. I picked up a gherkin and ate it. Then I wandered through to the dining room and poured myself a glass of red wine. There were two bottles already open on the table, one of Shiraz red and one of Macon white. 

'I heard mum call from the kitchen: 'Dinner will be ready in about a quarter of an hour!'

I found dad in the lounge. He was standing looking something up in the dictionary he had just pulled from the bookcase. He turned to look my way. We both looked at each other, distracted from speech initially as we absorbed each other's nakedness. I saw his penis stiffen slightly as he was looking at me. I too felt some arousal and my nipples were very hard suddenly, so much so that I was quite aware of their prominence. It would be untrue to say my dad had an erection but his cock was not completely limp, that's all.

We had a nice meal and cleared up together. When dad was out of the room at some point mum said:

'Your father obviously likes looking at you, Gwen, any man would, and I think he's having trouble avoiding having a really strong erection in front of you. He doesn't want to upset you.'

'I won't mind,' I said, 'I'd like to see it – I've been turned on myself you know.'

'Good,' said mum. 'I don't mind if you are both aroused. I am - and you must feel able to still touch each other just the same as you usually do when you are dressed, you know.'

'Are you going to tell him, then, mum?' I asked.

'No, Gwen, you tell him, he'll like to hear it from you.'

I wasn't sure if I could tell my own father I was happy to see his erection but I decided mum left me little option really as, if I didn't, she'd almost certainly tell him what we had said later when they were alone together.

What's more, mum had clearly decided to leave the two of us alone in the lounge for a few minutes. I took the plunge.

'Dad, are you sure you're okay with me wandering around like this?'

'Sure,' he said, 'you look so lovely, Gwen. I wish I were your age again. You remind me of your mum.'

'I get a bit turned on seeing you and mum in the nude,' I said hesitantly.

'So do I,' he said, 'especially when you look so, so…'

He seemed to be struggling for the right or the most acceptable words.

'Sexy?' I said. 'I feel very sexy, dad. I'd like to see you turned on too, if you want to be.' 

There, I'd said it. He held his arms out to me and I let him embrace me. He kissed me on the cheek and I put my arms around his bare chest. I felt his cock press against my tummy and realised it was now fully hard, engorged and ready. I let go and we moved apart. I stared at his cock and I wanted it, I wanted to touch it, to stroke it for him but I knew I couldn't.

'I'm really turned on now,' I said.

'So am I,' said my mum who was standing in the doorway and must have been watching us for a moment or two.

The evening was both thrilling and unbearable. I wanted some sort of sexual fulfilment and yet I was afraid of coming, sitting there in front of my parents. I wanted to finger myself or in my fantasy I wanted my father to come over and fuck me but I knew that wouldn't happen. I went to bed quite early and played with myself until I fell asleep.

On the Sunday morning I tried to explain to my mum how I felt and what I needed and why I had gone to bed.

'Play with yourself if you want, we won't mind, just do what you need to.' She pulled me to her and kissed me, a new kiss, her lips on mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth as her fingers tugged very gently on my left nipple.

As she released me I said: 'I'm going down to catch the sun again. It's the last day of the holiday.'

'Right-ho,' she replied.

'Would you like to join me later?' I asked.

No, not just now, thanks.' 

I felt a trifle disappointed as if I had displeased her in some way. Perhaps she was expecting more of a reaction from me to her kiss – but I had been taken by surprise by her excitement and realised she too had been very aroused by developments between the three of us over the last couple of days.

'When it's really warmed up, I will,' she called after me, as I left the house. I felt better.

ooo000ooo

The next day [Monday] I went back to college and immediately checked Peter was there. He was; he was very rarely absent. There was not a lot happening that day which is fairly typical of any first day of term at our college. The lecturers seem to be locked in meaningless meetings whilst the students are allocated 'Planning Time' when we are supposed to plan our assignments for the term.

In reality we sit around talking for quite a lot of the time and so I grabbed a coffee and went and stood in front of Peter. 

'Hello,' I said. He was doodling on a piece of paper. I looked down at the paper.

'Oh, I see, they're birds,' I said, suddenly realising it was a group of tiny birds in flight.

'Yes, they're redshank,' he confirmed. He smiled at me obviously waiting for me to speak next. I had never really planned what I would say; I had been hoping the right words would suddenly appear in my head.

'I want you to take me out for a meal, Peter. I know you're an excellent cook and I want you to take me somewhere that serves food you approve of. I'll pay, of course, but I want you to take me, please.' It came out in one headlong rush. He just stared at me, probably in quite justifiable amazement.

'Is that it?' he asked.

'Yes.'

'Right,' he said and looked back down at his drawing. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I knew I was blushing deeply and I felt I had made a huge fool of myself. I walked away and sat down at my keyboard. I forced myself to start work on my assignment, a hotel-wide fire risk assessment for an imaginary hotel based in a seventeenth century listed building. Progress was slow but I stuck to my task, almost not daring to look round and see Peter looking my way or, in my mind, talking to some other student and pointing at me and laughing.

It must have been about half-past two, the time people start to drift off on the first day back. I didn't hear anyone come near me but directly behind me a voice said:

'Gwen?'

I knew whose voice it was instantly and I span in my office swivel chair to face him.

'Were you teasing?' he asked without any preamble as if he was as nervous as I was.

'No, I don't tease, I meant it.'

'Is that how you normally arrange your social life?' he asked, quietly.

'I've never done anything like that before,' I said, 'but I did want you to ask me out and I didn't think you ever would.'

He never responded to that remark but continued:

'I'd love to take you out but I will pay, please. Is Friday night all right?'

'Yes, thank you, it's fine, Peter. You'd look better without the beard and the fringe covering your face, you know,' I said gently but very stupidly.

I sensed the frisson of anger and I wished a hole would swallow me up.

'Any more conditions?' he asked. I sensed the annoyance.

I looked up at him and tried my softest, most winning smile. 

'No, I'm sorry Peter. I haven't done this very well – it's not come out as I imagined it. You're entitled to make some demands of me now, I think.' I hoped he could forgive my impertinence over the beard and fringe comments.

'Right,' he said with a slight smile. Quietly he said: 'Call me Pete, please, I prefer Pete. You always look good in pale blue, Gwen.'

I think I probably had a silly grin on my face but I was certainly starting to feel pleased. It had worked – he was going to take me out.

'I've only ever seen you in jeans, I think, Gwen.'

'I'll wear a dress or a skirt, then,' I said.

'Tell me your address and your mobile number tomorrow, yes?'

'Fine,' I said.

'I've got to dash,' he said, 'Blackcaps in Ashton. See you tomorrow.' 

He gave me the best smile I'd ever seen from him. He was gone. I sat there, spinning on my chair, flushed with success and a bit excited too. At least there was something going on in my life now, in more ways than one. Peter, well Pete then, liked me in pale blue and claimed he'd only ever seen me in jeans. And I thought he'd never paid me any attention. I decided to walk into town and look for a dress for Friday night.




Pete and I



As I walked I wondered what Blackcaps in Ashton could possibly mean. Something sports-related I guessed, the name of a team maybe. I'd ask my dad later.

ooo000ooo

I found a nice dress that was smart and fitted my figure well. I'm not overweight but I have an hour glass figure [so mum says] with obvious hips and breasts, so I do watch my weight. I'm nicely tanned on the legs, so I wouldn't need tights but I bought some new underwear as well. At home I have a very lightweight long white soft scarf that I'd wear if it were a little cool. I'm not a rings person – I don't like rings or a watch on me but I have a nice gold necklace from my grandma and some smart white shoes with a medium heel. I'm above average height too, quite tall really, with short mousy coloured hair.

When I got home with my purchases and had walked from the bus stop I met mum as she was putting her car away in the garage.

'Been shopping?'

I resisted the temptation to tell her that was a silly question, given the bags I was carrying, and gave her a grin that told all.

'You're going out aren't you?' she said.

I told her all about it and she was appalled that I had said those things to Pete about his appearance but she was pleased I had succeeded.

'But it's not until Friday, mum.'

I went up to my room and undressed. I thought I would try on the underwear as well as the dress. Mum poked her head around the door before I had unwrapped the dress and saw me in bra and panties.

'Are you dressing this evening?'

'No, no,' I answered, 'I'm just trying it all on to check it all, you know, looks right.'

'Call me when you got the dress on, Gwen.'

'Right.'

Mum said it looked really well and I put on the necklace and a pair of plain gold earrings. The dress had very short sleeves and was about five inches above my knees. Well, he wanted to see my legs; the dress had small buttons down the front and after mum had gone I unfastened two more so that my cleavage was very visible.

'Gwen! Gwen!' I heard mum calling from downstairs so I went to the top of the stairs.

'Yes?' I called.

'Have you still got the dress on, Gwen?' mum asked me.

'Yes, why?'

'Your dad's just got home, come down and let him see it, please.'

I went down and stood before him.

'Give us a twirl then.'

I span on my heel for him.

'You'll knock him dead,' dad said.

'That's not quite the plan,' I countered, as, laughing, I ran back up to my room. I put everything away carefully, undressing completely, brushed my hair and went downstairs. Mum said the meal was just about ready and asked me to call dad.

'He must be upstairs somewhere,' she said.

Soon the three of us were together having our meal and chatting away. It no longer seemed quite so strange to be naked in front of my parents but that didn't lessen the eroticism of the experience for me. I had always tried to drive my sexual appetite or at least my perception of it into the background. Now it seemed to have a licence to be openly much more in the emotional and physical foreground of my life. Not only was I enjoying this but also I realised appetites can expand and contract. I was aware that my own sexual hunger was growing fast in this new climate at home.

I told them a little more of what had passed between Pete and me. Dad said he hoped I had found someone who would be important to me. I remembered something Pete had said just before he left.

'Dad, if someone said to you something like: "I've got to go, Blackcaps in Ashton", what would you think they meant? Is it a football team or something?'

He was silent for a minute. 'Ashton's a pretty little village about twelve to fifteen miles form here. There's some nice woodland walks, I believe. I've never been. As for Blackcaps, I've no idea. Could be a team or a club of some kind I suppose.'

We spent some time talking about Max who was due home from some snowboarding event in Italy sometime early next week. Imprecision was an art form with Max and we never quite knew what he was up to. I think mum and dad worry about him more than they admit. Somewhat later whilst we were still at the table, dad suddenly said: 'You do know blackcaps are a kind of bird, don't you, Gwen.'

I didn't know.

'That's it then,' I almost shouted in eureka mode. 'This morning he was drawing on a piece of paper and I looked at what he was drawing and eventually I realised they were little birds in flight. He told me they were redshank. I think he likes to watch birds. Perhaps there are blackcaps in the woods at Ashton, dad.'

'I'm virtually certain you're right, Gwen. You'll be able to surprise him a little.'

After the meal I said I would clear everything away and load the dishwasher so mum and dad went off to the lounge. When I eventually joined them, mum was sitting on the sofa and dad was straightening up after bending to light the coal fire he had been laying.

He smiled at me as he heard the door open as I came in.

'I thought we might be grateful for a bit of extra warmth in here this evening,' he said. 'Oh, thanks for clearing up too, Gwen.'

I went over to him to give him a peck on the cheek and a hug as I often do. I felt his hand come round the small of my back. There was no intention in my mind, no premeditation, but spontaneously I then kissed him briefly on the lips, my lips alighting only momentarily on his. I moved my face away but felt his response as his hands moved to my bare bottom, pulling me closer so his stiffening rod was warm against my stomach. I kissed him again, for longer this time and as we finally parted I ran my fingers down his cock and pulled away. He released me and I flopped down in one of the armchairs as he went to sit on the sofa with mum.

Watching them was even worse for me I was so sexually alive. Mum and dad began to kiss passionately as dad fondled her breasts, bending occasionally to suckle on one of her distended nipples. She groaned as he did so and I couldn't help starting to finger myself – not surreptitiously and quite urgently, roughly, so that I was hurting myself too as I pulled and stretched. They probably couldn't see a great deal for the heavily upholstered chunky arm of my armchair but the posture of my body coupled with the look in my eyes and the position of my arm must have made it clear what I was doing. I was aware too that they both glanced across at me now and again.

'Why don't you come over and join us, Gwen?' mum suggested. 

I wanted to, there was no doubt about that. Several things were flashing through my mind. I wasn't sure where or how far this would lead but I felt that if sex with my father became a possibility I would want it, I would want it very much if mum gave her approval. I wanted her to be there too. One thing was sure: if I went across to the sofa and sat next to dad so that mum and I were either side of him then I felt that my participation in some form of sexual activity with them would take place.

I also thought about Pete and smiled at the idea that you can't reasonably be accused of being untrue to someone you've never even been out with. It was Wednesday; Friday was still some way off and any physical contact between Pete and myself would come, possibly, all in good time and certainly not until some way into our futures.

Lazily I rose to my feet and walked across to the sofa and sat down snuggled up to my dad, in full contact with his firm body. He reached his arm round my shoulders and I slipped just slightly across his right shoulder. His hand moved round and was able to touch my full, taut breast. His fingers rested on my nipple as he turned his head to mum. They kissed again passionately and as I watched I could feel my heart beating fast. My hand moved across his thigh and I touched his cock and my mum's fingers. Feeling mine there, she squeezed my hand and then moved her hand away. I continued to stroke and touch him.

'I love you, Phil,' my mum said as they broke their kiss.

Dad turned back to me and kissed me as lovers do, our tongues entwined and both his hands were now on my breasts. He must know my consent is total I thought as I twisted my body against him, writhing with need.

I tried to speak when our lips parted but my voice seemed lost. I tried again and managed, very quietly, almost a croak: 'Touch me.'

Dad looked at mum.

'It's fine, she needs you,' she said and he turned back to me and kissed me again, gently rocking me almost as his fingers moved to my crutch. I parted my legs slightly, showing him the way, and his fingers touched and gently massaged my cunt lips without actually entering me. I sighed and groaned and when I groaned he started to move his hand away.

'No, carry on,' I whispered.

Mum was watching us and after a while she slipped from the sofa and knelt on the carpet in front of dad, between his legs. She leaned forwards and kissed him as her breasts hung forward on his chest. Slowly she licked her way down his chest, taking each of his pearl-like hard little nipples into her mouth and nibbling them before proceeding down to his genitals. Beth took dad's wonderful, iron hard cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked. She pulled all the skin back from his glans and sucked it like a lollipop and then took his full length inside her mouth. Cupping his balls in her hand too her sucking became more vigorous and I felt dad's body stiffen and then I realised he was in full orgasm as he pumped himself into mum's mouth. 

Greg and I had 'screwed' as he called it about a dozen times during our unsatisfactory relationship: he had never asked me for or initiated any sexual contact other than fairly quick fucks with him on top of me followed by rolling off me and smoking a cigarette while he watched me dress. He did like to watch me dress and undress and I will admit that for me that was the most erotic part of our lovemaking. I had never participated in anything like this: in terms of oral [and anal] sex I was still a virgin. 

It was at this moment that something happened that took me so entirely by surprise that everything I thought I knew about my parents changed seismically. Nudity and sexual foreplay were already pretty startling developments for me: I was not ready for what came next. And yet I don't regret it as I achieved a level of pleasure that I didn't believe existed and which some people almost certainly never experience in a lifetime.

Dad pulled me gently into his arms and I lay on top of him, on my back, partly cradled but resting with him as he held me in his arms. I felt my mum lifting my legs so they were over my dad's legs, the spread of my legs now leaving my cunt accessible to both my parents. My bottom was partly supported by dad's upper legs too.

Mum leaned up and forwards and kissed me, on the lips, just gently. She sucked on my nipples and pushed her tongue into my navel, tickling me a little.

'Say no at any time, Gwen. All right?'

I nodded and mum began to lick around the top of my legs, occasionally touching my labia. I responded with a slow squirming action and mum began to probe into my cunt. I felt her find my clitoris and the next few minutes were exquisite as she brought me to a wonderful climax. Throughout most of this dad and I had kissed and he had pulled on my nipples and breasts as I cried out with pleasure. I could feel his replenished cock pushing up against my anus. I was exhausted but that hunger had been satisfied in an unexpected way as my mother's probing tongue continued to pleasure me magically. I was soaking wet and so deliciously soft. I felt open to the world, to anyone who wanted. I bathed, held firm by my dad, in the illicit pleasures of my mother's sexuality.

Mum stood up and dad gently moved me off him.

'I think that's enough for tonight, Beth,' he said. He brought me a small glass of brandy.

'Drink it slowly, you'll soon feel calmer. My pulse rate and my breathing were returning to normal and we relaxed for another hour in front of the fire-glow. We talked about all sorts of quite mundane things, as lovers often do. At one point mum told me how beautiful I was and I glowed with pleasure. Later she came across, bent over the back of the armchair and whispered in my ear:

'You and Jenny Ki are the two most beautiful cunts I've ever seen.'

I was puzzled; Jenny was a neighbour who lived further down our road. She was Korean, although she was born here in Oxfordshire, and I liked her. Not only that, I knew she liked me and I often consulted her when I was a little younger about things I was too embarrassed to discuss with my mum. Yet mum's comment seemed an enigma. She smiled and the conversations moved on.

ooo000ooo

On Tuesday morning I got up early and dressed to drive mum to work so I could have the car in the afternoon. A colleague was going to bring mum home. In the kitchen, dressed in her smart work clothes, mum seemed quite serious.

'Gale, if you want any of this or all of it to stop, just say. I would never want you to do something just to please us. It must be what you are willing and what you want to do. Do you know what I mean?'

'Yes, mum.' I paused, gathering my thoughts and words. 'I love being naked, I love seeing you and dad. I loved everything last night. But how can I tell if I don't want any more? It's like asking someone who has never seen an aubergine in their life whether they like the taste of fried aubergines! If you had told me what was going to happen last night I would have been disgusted and I would not have come anywhere near either of you. But it was absolutely wonderful. I've never enjoyed the feelings of my body as I did last night. I was so on fire and the things you both said – my sexual thoughts became so real and so thrilling.'

'For us all,' said mum, hugging me and holding me tight. 'Nothing will hurt you, Gwen, I promise,' she continued. 'I want you to be with us both again and we can show you some more exotic fruits now you've tasted aubergines with me.'

She laughed, grabbed my arm and we left the house. I drove. I came straight home. I went to mum and dad's bedroom and opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet. I took out the second green volume carefully and took it to my room. Propping my pillows up against the bed's headboard, I made myself comfy. 

The first double page immediately made it clear this book was different to the first one. There were photos of my mother, usually next to another man and often the photo featured several other couples as well. Many photos also included my dad with another woman beside him. What's more I knew most of the couples very well: they were all close friends of my parents – people I had known all my life. Generally they were in their normal weekend clothes; in some people were clearly dressed for the pool; in others they were dressed more for the winter. 

I worked out that there were about fifteen couples in the photos but soon realised that the couples I knew so well were never standing with their husbands or wives as I understood things. After a while, and I actually sat there carefully counting, I realised that there were nine couples in all that I knew well, including mum and dad. The couples that were not familiar to me only appeared in the older photos and there were several ways to recognise these older pictures – by the appearance of mum and dad; by the clothes and by the quality of the finish of the photographs themselves. I realised five couples had moved on, to other jobs and other towns, while I was very young.

Were mum and dad involved with these couples in some kind of partner sharing group? I turned over the page. Similar photos followed but the couples were naked and always indoors. There were group photos too; just couples standing together. Occasionally the male had his hand on her shoulder or the woman had an arm round his waist. They might have a drink in hand or be holding hands. That was all. Geoff and Mary Alsman often seemed to 'exchange' with mum and dad, as did Lee and Jenny Ki. Lee was, well, if I'm honest, Lee was someone I sometimes slept with in my fantasy world: in reality I felt shy, gauche and instantly forgettable in his company.

That was it: just six pages but they told it all and I was sure that my deductions were about right. I also now had a good idea what mum and dad were doing on Thursday night. Or at least I thought I did.

I replaced the album and drove in to college for eleven o'clock. At my work station in our base classroom was a small, flat parcel wrapped in brown paper. I opened it, glancing cautiously in Pete's direction. He grinned back: I noticed straightaway that his little beard was no more. The fringe was still there though. A compromise enhanced by my little gift. Inside was a small properly framed and glazed drawing on parchment type paper of a group of redshank, white wing bars clearly flashing as they whirled away over a marshy reed-bed. The scene was almost alive with movement. In pencil the picture was entitled 'Redshank over Morley' and signed, simply, 'P.J.' – Pete Jenkinson.

I walked over and thanked him.

'Thanks, Pete, thanks very much. It's lovely – you're quite an artist.'

'I like drawing birds,' he said.

'Blackcaps are birds,' I said, with a smile.

'Well done. You worked it out.'

'Dad helped. I bought a light blue dress for Friday,' I added, smiling my best smile for him.

'I'm looking forward to it,' he said, a shyness in his dealings with me still apparent from the way he spoke.

'So am I.' We left it at that. At lunchtime I went off with a group of my girl friends and we finished at two. I drove home with the windows down as it was another hot afternoon. It won't spoil the rest of the story to tell you I've still got my 'Redshanks' picture – it's on the desk in front of me now.

ooo000ooo

I went upstairs. The house seemed airless and I threw open my bedroom windows, stripped off and lay spread-eagled naked on my bed, lazing in the afternoon sunshine that was invading my room. Three o'clock. I went across to my parents' bedroom again and took out the third volume of the three albums and, as it was cool and shady there, I took it back to my warm room.

I sat on the edge of my bed and opened the album. Immediately I realised that this was the most private and personal of the three albums. I almost closed it instantly feeling guilty that I was looking at something I should not see. I lay back on the bed to consider. The trouble was that I couldn't undo what had been done. I couldn't now not see what I had just glimpsed, albeit briefly. I had seen my mother having sex with Geoff Alsman; I had seen that his cock was partly inside her cunt; I had seen the smile on her face. I knew it wasn't a posed shot from the sequence of other photos that I hadn't looked at closely. I also knew that a third person had taken these photos.

I suppose that after the other two albums I wasn't surprised by all this – I had assumed some of it anyway. I was surprised though to find these images that proved it and I realised that they, the group or whatever obviously approved the fact that some record existed. The large close-up I had somehow latched onto first had not been taken without the awareness and consent of the participants in my opinion.

After a few minutes, I'm not sure how long, I picked up the book again and looked more closely at the pictures. Geoff and mum were clearly pleasuring each other openly. On one photo she was sucking on his cock as he was groping her cunt with most of his fingers. The expression on her face was one suggestive of extreme agitation, close to orgasm perhaps, frozen into a silent scream by the fast shutter speed that had captured this brief moment.

I turned the page to the first double page spread and saw more pictures of my mum, with Lee Ki and with Roy Hope. Mum was on all fours on a rug in Jenny's lounge – a room I knew well – with Roy clearly screwing her ass. It was significant that my mum was with another partner, Roy Hope, having anal sex in the house of a third couple, Jenny and Lee. I was transfixed by everything about this picture: not only because its animal sexuality turned me on but because I liked Roy very much. He was my parents' age [just under 40 still] and he and Penny had been on holiday with us and since my late teens I had had a bit of a crush on him. Although in the photo mum was clearly already penetrated by his penis, some four inches of his cock were still visible linking the lovers together. I couldn't help displace my mum in the photo and imagine myself with Roy. So in my excitement I was now squatting on the bed working my hand into my very wet cunt. From other photos I knew Roy was well endowed and I was very turned on by this one picture, mesmerised probably.




Pete and I



'Hello, Gwen.' It was my mother standing at my bedroom door.

I froze in total terror. I began, hopelessly, to speak: 

'Mum, I'm sorr..'

'I don't normally keep those mementoes in my bedside table, Gwen. Listen a moment, it's all right.'

I was starting to sob, riddled with overwhelming guilt.

'It's me who's sorry,' mum continued. 'I put them there for you to find. I felt you were old enough to know about us but I didn't know how to tell you. So I left them there for you to find so you would look at them. That was the idea – I asked you to put my underwear away that day so you would see them.'

'And you knew I was unbearably nosy?'

'I know you are as curious as anyone else.' She smiled. 'You were set up, Gwen.'

'Some of it is very wonderful,' I managed.

'And the rest?'

'Some is informative: I worked out who is in your group.'

Mum nodded.

'Some of it is so real, so, so beyond. Yes, it's so 'beyond' I can't explain. You and dad, you are 'beyond' too. Some of it made me want to be there instead of you. I wanted to go beyond where I have ever been.' I pointed hesitantly at the photo of Roy.

Mum came over.

'Have you looked any further?'

I shook my head. 'I only looked at this album for the first time today, mum.'

'That's fine, Gwen. I whispered something to you last night; I thought you didn't understand. I thought you hadn't looked at any of the albums.'

'I still don't understand what you meant about Jenny.'

'Look, Gwen, keep this book for a while. But don't take it out of your bedroom, understood? By the time you've looked at all the pictures you'll understand.' She paused in the doorway, half turning to go and then turned back to me. 'You look radiant, Gwen, truly beautiful.'

I almost did understand now: I had a good idea what I would find.

I went down the garden for an hour to catch the sun before it grew cool. Mum joined me. We were both naked but there was nothing sexual about our behaviour or our conversation. Eventually we went in to prepare the meal together – for just the two of us as dad was in Woodstock and wouldn't be home until late.

We lazed in front of the fire and we talked about sex, well in particular about sex with Greg and how it wasn't what I had dreamt it would be and about what he had seemed to want from me. About the sense of let down. About things I had discussed often with Jenny. I told her that I used to be afraid of telling her some things and that I had discussed them with Jenny. Mum said Jenny had never shared with her a single word of what we had talked about.

'Not even when we…'

'Were alone together?' I suggested. 

'Yes, alone together.' She giggled. 'That's a nice way of putting it.' 

We didn't wait up and I went to bed to read. I fell asleep however and didn't wake until the robin woke me in the morning singing outside my still open windows. It had been a mild night.

ooo000ooo

Wednesday was very uneventful and this story will become far too unwieldy if I put in all the detail. College always finishes early on Wednesday, so I went home and sunbathed yet again as I wanted a good tan for the summer and the weather lady had said that the next ten days were looking quite unsettled. Pete was away – he was on a visit to a possible future work placement in a well-known restaurant in Bicester.

We ate together and then all went off to the retail park. Mum and dad went to do their monthly double trolley extravaganza that seemed to become a bit of a physical training event as they struggled to steer their disobedient overloaded vehicles up and down the busy aisles. 

I drifted off to HMV and Boots to buy a few things I needed and a CD for Pete. I hadn't known what to get him in return for the picture, so I thought I'd get a CD of the kind of music I liked. I settled on Wizz Jones' 'The Legendary Me', one of my all-time favourites.

By the time we had got everything and returned home and unpacked [I helped], it was late. We watched the news and went to bed. It was much cooler now in my bedroom. I glanced at the final pages of the photo album. They all featured mum, usually with either Jenny or Mary. These pictures of bisexual lust, I realised, had an appeal for me and I began to suspect my own bisexual nature. In one photo Jenny and Mum were joined together by some kind of double ended dildo and they looked as if they were writhing on it as mum held it at its centre. I wondered if they pumped it back and forth. I wanted Jenny, not mum, to tell me or to show me even. 

I closed the book.

Ooo000ooo

Thursday was a long day at college. We were working in teams on a role-play assignment showing how we would resolve difficulties in a hotel working as receptionist or restaurant manager and having to deal with customer complaints, if you know what I mean. I managed to get in the same group of four as Pete. At times we had a good laugh and I sensed he was increasingly at ease with both me and the others in our group.

When I eventually got home I was ready for a quiet evening in front of the television. As mum and dad were going out I would fix myself something to eat. I didn't feel like spending the evening alone naked so I just put a jumper and a pair of jeans on, no underwear or socks. I've always loved to go barefoot.

Mum was looking very smart in a summer dress and high heels. Dad was unwrapping some frozen pizzas. He'd dumped his jacket and tie but hadn't changed since he got home.

'I'm off to Mary's,' said mum.

'Right, have a good time.' Dad turned to her and gave her a little kiss. He whispered something and she laughed and said:

'I might!'

'I thought you were both going out tonight,' I said, confused.

'No, just mum,' said dad, as mum waved and left, closing the front door behind her. We heard her drive off. 

'I'm making pizzas for us. Is that all right?' dad asked me.

'Yes, that's fine,' I said, still puzzled.

When we sat down to eat, dad said:

'Mum says you know about our lifestyle. Well, sometimes I go out with Jenny or Mary or others on my own; sometimes I go with Beth. Tonight mum wants to play with Mary. I know Geoff will join in but mum won't hide anything from me, Gwen. It's all right, honestly.'

I smiled. We ate in relative silence but we smiled and I think we were comfortable together. I cleared up and washed the pizza trays whilst dad lit the fire in the lounge.

I joined him in the lounge where he was picking up some small bits of bark that must have dropped off a log as he put it on the fire. He threw them into the flames and turned to me. I went over and put my arms around him and kissed him on the tip of his nose. He moved his face and we kissed properly and for some time, standing before the hearth in the dim light the fire offered. Night had crept in and it was getting quite dark.

I went and closed the curtains, turned a lamp on in the corner of the room and walked back to my dad who had remained in front of the fire watching me. I stood before him, moving in close to him. His large hands moved to my hips and down onto my bottom but he didn't pull me in tight. I pushed in against him and then he held me close. I leaned the upper part of my body back and taking hold of the welt of my jumper I pulled it in one swift movement over my head.

'Wow!' he said. I grinned and began to unbutton his shirt. He soon wriggled out of it but we had to ease apart as he freed his hands to get his arms out of the sleeves. His hairy, slightly tanned chest looked firm and inviting. My hands moved to his belt and looking into his eyes all the time, I slowly unfastened his belt, the button on the waistband of his trousers and then pulled down the zipper. They fell away.

Dad began to kiss me passionately, pushing his broad tongue into my mouth and clasping my ample breast hard. I groaned and he paused and looked into my eyes, breaking our kiss for a moment.

'Go on,' I said. I'm not quite sure what he thought I meant by those words but he found the button of my jeans and pulled the zipper down. I pushed them down over my hips and kicked them aside. I was naked.

I pushed dad's shorts down and stood there waiting. I wanted him to dictate things now. I wanted him to want me but I had to let him lead. I looked at his hard cock, thinking about how it would feel as he pushed it into me. I saw it was slightly bent to the right near the tip. I must have grinned and dad must have realised why.

'It's always been a bit of a bender,' he said with a laugh as he pulled me close putting his hands back on my bottom. I felt for his cock and pushed it down so it could spring back up into my crutch. I worked myself on it so that without it entering I was masturbating on my father's cock. We were both incredibly turned on I could tell by his breathing, short, rapid and he looked hot.

'I want to fuck you, Gwen.'

'Yes,' I answered.

I pushed myself against the tip of his cock and felt it just start to push into me.

'I want you on top of me, dad, please.' I pulled away from him and started to move down onto the rug in front of the fire. I lay on my back, legs apart but propped my upper body up a little on my elbows. He knelt down between my legs and then moved to place his hands on the rug by my shoulders. He was now above me.

Without lowering himself fully onto me he bent to kiss me and then to suckle on my left tit and pull my nipple in his teeth until it hurt. When it hurt I whimpered and he did it more. I whimpered more loudly and he stopped.

'Don't stop, it's incredible.' 

Phil moved and his slightly greying hair fell over his face. His strong arms maintained a position so his cock was just pushing into my hot, wet cunt. He began to move it in and out but just with the first inch really penetrating me, as if he was fucking me with a one inch cock. In the meantime he had 

moved to my other breast and was tugging my nipple holding it in his teeth, squeezing and pulling at the same time. The pain was intense and I shouted: 'Please!'

He lowered his abdomen slightly and pushed hard so his penis jammed right up inside me, the shaft embedded in my womb. He began to shag me hard, a glazed, animal pleasure on his face.

'Yes, God, yes,' I grunted as I bent forward to grab his ass and pull him harder onto me. 'Fuck!' I shouted. He had been kissing me and his face moved again to my breasts. I felt suction on my breast as he sucked me into his mouth. I bit hard down into his shoulder and with a judder of pain he withdrew from me.'

'Cunt!' he screamed and then rammed himself back inside, suddenly increasing the tempo of his copulating action. I was going over the edge, beyond again anything I had known. Greg hadn't really ever had me I realised. This was the first time I had really enjoyed full sexual passion with a man. An unstoppable tidal wave of pleasure swept through me, coursing through every part of me, down my spine, like wild electricity unleashed.

'I'm coming, dad,' I whispered as now his sweating body twitched and his hips pumped his semen deep into me. 

'Angel,' he murmured. Dad continued to hump against me and I held him to me as we lay in post-coital shock. Eventually he rolled to one side and we nuzzled together in the warmth of the fire. I turned so we were face to face with each other.

'Thank you,' we both said simultaneously.

'When's mum coming home?' I asked, giggling.

'Usually first thing in the morning. She crawls absolutely shattered into the shower.' He grinned.

'And you don't mind?'

'I love her, Gwen. We both share. Look at the wonderful time I've had – you were fabulous tonight. I've nothing to complain about.'

He got up and poured us both a glass of sloe gin we'd made a few years ago. A warm burning feeling made me feel really nice inside. 

'Dad?' We were now leaning back against the front of the sofa, our toes stretching out towards the fire.

'Yes?'

'When you hurt my nipples..'

'Sorry, Gwen, I get so arou..'

'No, I wanted to say I wanted it. It really hurt but I wanted more. It seemed to take me closer to when I came. The hurt and the pleasure..'

'Seemed confused or mixed together?'

'Yes,' I said.

'I think that's quite common.' He nudged me. 'And I did enjoy doing it.'

I could see marks on my breasts and my nipples were very reddened. I was surprised by the painful looking bite on his shoulder: my teeth marks were still clear.

'We were quite vicious,' I said. He put his arm round me. We kissed again and I rested my hand on his sleeping cock. 'Are we going to spend the night together then?'

'Would you like to?'

I nodded. Shortly after we went upstairs to my room and we made love again, more gently and I enjoyed more the rhythm of our thrusting as we synchronised our bodies. We slept and then made love in the shower in the morning. Mum found us in there but we left her to it and dressed and went to work. Later mum told me that dad thought I was 'superb' and said he couldn't wait to have me more completely. I shivered at the delicious thought of replicating some of what I had seen in the photo album.

ooo000ooo

Friday had arrived. I was becoming more used to being around Pete, to talking to him and he seemed more confident, more outward looking too. My tutor, Ken Masters, said I had 'transformed' him and certainly in terms of interaction with others, it could be true.

That lunchtime he asked me to go in the park with him. We chatted about hotels, restaurants, my black sheep brother. I don't know. We were growing used to each other and that was nice. We went on the swings, which were really only for children, but there was no one else around, so it didn't really matter. I felt happy. He said he wouldn't be late that evening and he checked he had my home and mobile numbers. I left college early. I wanted to stun. 

Why? Because I hadn't found much wrong with him apart from that annoying little fringe that dropped over his forehead and eyes. He cared, he was interested and interesting – he was nice, physically attractive and I reckoned he was going somewhere. So perhaps we could go somewhere together. As long as our mutually different sexualities [if they were different, but inevitably I assumed they were] could find a way to accommodate each other. But I knew that finding the answer to that one would take time, patience and, hopefully, some fun.

I got ready carefully: I knew I looked good and I felt it too. By seven o'clock I was ready. Mum and dad were home and I made sure they were appropriately dressed! By seven-fifteen I was looking out of my bedroom window for him. At about twenty past [he was due by 7.30] I saw his battered Renault van scuttle past; a few minutes later it came slowly back obviously looking for our house. He turned down our driveway and stopped on the wide gravelled area at the side of the house. He was out of my sight now, so I went down to meet him.

Pete was looking very smart in a well-worn, expensive looking light brown leather jacket. His shirt and tie betrayed a taste for the expensive I hadn't suspected. 

I opened the door.

'Hi, come on in, Pete. Nice jacket.'

'Mum bought it for me for Christmas. It's Swedish – it was made to have that "well-loved old friend" look about it.'

'It must have cost the earth,' I replied as we walked down the hallway.

'No, a bit more than that, I fear,' he added.

We walked through to the lounge and I introduced him to mum and dad. He handled things fine, even mum's "questions I'd have rather she hadn't asked" type questions!! Dad encouraged us on our way. We left the house and I climbed carefully into the van, anxious not to get my dress dirty.

'It's been properly cleaned,' he said, realising my concerns.

Pete looked at me, appraising me; I was aware he was looking at my legs. Once I had managed to get into his almost bucket-type seats my dress seemed to have been rucked up and appeared even shorter, though not indecently so.

'Wow,' he said.

I thought he meant my lovely tanned legs. I didn't mind; in fact I hoped he did.

'I'm glad that's over,' he breathed an evident sigh of relief. It wasn't my legs after all; it was my parents that were the object of his 'wow'! Then he relaxed and a wicked, sexy grin spread over his face.

'You look very beautiful, Gwen. I'm glad I said I'd only ever seen you in jeans.'

'You asked for legs; you got them,' I giggled nervously.

'They're brilliant. I wish mine went brown like that,' he added. 'Even when I've been outside for weeks they don't get like that. The dress is really lovely too.'

'I sunbathe in the garden,' I said, and a few seconds later I added, as casually as I could, 'in the nude.'

'Oh,' he said.

We were quiet for a while as he drove into town. He took me to a tiny Italian restaurant down a little street not properly in the centre of town. It was surprisingly busy and I realised that unfashionable though the location might be, it was clearly popular. We ate a simple pasta meal with sparkling salads. Everything was light, clean tasting - hot but just cooked. Nothing had been left to stand. Service was leisurely and we talked about all sorts: a lot about food, about our ambitions. He told me his mum had taken him to the restaurant. He told me about her, hinting at their mutual loneliness. But most of the talk was happy talk and as I relaxed, so did he. We shared a bottle of blended red valpolicella, heavy and fruity, much fuller bodied than run of the mill valpolicellas. Pete allowed himself just one glass. I glowed nicely after three.

He brought me home by half past ten. I wasn't going to ask him inside the first time but we sat in the car and still talked. I was listening to him telling me about some of his bird-watching adventures.

'I've sometimes sunbathed nude when I'm out in the country alone on a sunny bank. It feels so free, so in harmony with everything,' he said.

'I've only done it in the garden,' I said. 'I'd like to do it out in the middle of nowhere too,' I added, looking into his eyes. I realised his fringe was straighter than usual and that he had trimmed it ever so slightly.

To be honest I was hoping for a goodnight kiss to seal the success of the occasion. I had half turned towards him in my seat, as he had done. I felt I might have to make the first encouraging move and I reached a hand up to his cheek. He leaned towards me and our lips touched and parted again. I smiled and he moved to kiss me again. We tasted each other and I let him explore my mouth as I did his. Pete didn't try to touch me elsewhere and when we moved away he just said:

'Thanks, Gwen, I've had a lovely evening. Thank you for coming.'

I reached a hand to his cheek again and then moved it higher to move that fringe from his face so I could see him properly. As my hand moved he reacted like lightning and a hand struck up and grabbed me by my wrist, hard.

I squealed. 'That hurt!' I cried, not understanding anything other than that the evening was ruined. Everything was shattered.

'I'm so sorry, Gwen, I didn't mean to hurt, please..'

I stared at him, hurt and still stunned. He reached his hand to his fringe and moved it aside, holding it away from his forehead with his hand. I saw a long broad, white scar that, curled and jagged, started just above his right eyebrow and moved north-west, if you know what I mean, up into his hair line.

'Oh, Pete, I didn't know,' I stammered.

He took hold of my hand again with his free hand.

'The last thing I want is to spoil tonight,' he said. He was on the verge of tears as he moved my hand to the scar. Very carefully my fingers traced its path up onto the top of his head.

'Apart from the doctors and my mum, no one has ever touched it before,' he told me quietly. I realised I was very privileged and special and I pushed my face into him and kissed him with as much passion as I could from my position of relative discomfort. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I pushed it down on to my bra-enclosed breast.




Pete and I



When we parted he said: 'All right?'

'Yes,' I said. 'Pete, it's not disfiguring, you know, it's just a scar.'

He told me about the car crash when he was four; how he'd hit the windscreen and spent months in hospital. His mum had been driving; she hadn't been badly hurt. His dad had been at work and so wasn't involved.

'I'm lucky – there's no lasting damage,' he said.

'So it's part of you, part of your history, Pete,' I said. 'Nothing to be ashamed of.'

'I'm really sorry, about earlier, I mean,' he said.

'I'm glad I asked you to take me out, Pete.'

'So am I,' he said, smiling. 

I reached into my handbag and pulled out the CD I had bought for him; I had wrapped it in some plain, dark blue wrapping paper I had found at home.

'It's just a CD I like,' I said. 'Wizz Jones – I don't suppose you've heard of him. There's a song with the words: "stick a little label on it and give it a name, and everything will go on just the same." I think it says that things that frighten us needn't do so if we get them out in the open, then they're not so terrifying any more.' I smiled at him.

'Thanks, thanks Gwen. I'll listen to it in the van tomorrow. I'm going up to Lindisfarne.'

'Bird-watching?'

'Yes.'

I started to open the door of Pete's van. 'Take care then,' I said. 'See you on Monday.'

'Gwen? Thanks again, thanks for, for everything.'

I slammed the door shut. It didn't close unless you really made an effort. He drove off and I went indoors.

ooo000ooo

Pete wasn't there when I got to college on Monday morning but I had something to finish so I got on with it and didn't notice him come in as I was sitting at my computer. He came up behind me.

'Gwen?' he said.

I turned on my chair and looked up at him. The fringe had gone; the scar was apparent but his face looked so much nicer; I could see both eyes clearly and he seemed to hold his head up more confidently. I smiled at him as I rose to my feet. I gathered him in my arms and kissed him, pressing myself against him. I didn't care that everyone in the room was watching us. If Pete was my boyfriend now, then I was quite happy for them all to know.

'I'm so proud of you,' I whispered.

'Mum did it this morning.'

'Is she a hairdresser?' I murmured in his ear.

He laughed. 'No, she's a lawyer, you know, a solicitor – divorces mainly.' He paused and then said. 'Stay near me, Gwen, today. I'm nervous about the comments.'

'If there are any, it will be a nine days' wonder and then it will be over,' I told him.

He took hold of my hand and squeezed it.

'If it's nice on Wednesday afternoon would you like to come to Ashton?'

'Blackcaps?'

'Something like that, yes. And for a walk and a talk.'

'Right.'

'Is that yes?'

I nodded. There were no comments, at least not to his face. It all ended up being easier than he feared. Pete had come out of his shell.

ooo000ooo

Wednesday was fine and warm and we went to Ashton. Pete took me on a walk through the woods where we might see the blackcaps, if there weren't too many people, dog walkers and so forth. We sat on a bench.

'If we are fairly still and talk quietly you never what may show,' he said.

We sat for a while; we saw some lovely bullfinches and a small group of long-tailed titmice – birds I didn't know – but no blackcaps.

'Gwen?' Pete began. Somehow I knew the conversation was about to turn serious but I wasn't alarmed.

''I can't carry on seeing you,' he put a hand on my leg, gently, [I was in jeans again!] 'but I want to see you, I want to be with you more, but there's things I need to tell you.'

'Then tell me,' I said.

'You may never want to see me again once you know.'

'Then I will be unhappy,' I said, putting my hand on top of his.

'Dad died in a railway accident when I was seventeen,' he began. 'Mum has never really got over it. Their love was special and she wants to preserve it somehow. I used to hear her crying at night. I used to ask her in the morning what I could do, but she used to just lean on my shoulder and tell me she loved me.'

'One night about six or seven months after he died, as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt her get in bed beside me. 'Hold me, Ray,' she said. Ray was my dad's name. I held her in my arms and we both fell asleep together. I woke in the morning to see her, in her long nightdress, creep out of my room. There was a note on my bed when I got home that night. It said: 'I'm so sorry, Pete. I love you.' It was signed, simply, 'Mum.'

'About a month later, on a very warm night, she came to me again. In summer I don't usually wear any pyjamas…'

'Nor do I,' I said. He glanced at me.

'Really?'

'Really. None of us do,' I added. He seemed encouraged.

'So I was lying there on the bed. I hadn't pulled the sheets over me and I was fast asleep so I didn't know she was standing there. She must have taken her nightdress off and then got on the bed beside me. I woke – I don't suppose I had been asleep for more than a few minutes- as she took me in her arms, calling me Ray. We kissed and I touched her; she showed me things, Gwen.'

'It's all right, Pete, I promise. Carry on, please.'

'We didn't do anything, you know, that time, but she turned me on and…I liked it.'

'Yes,' I said simply.

'Again she left me a note, just telling me she loved me. She stopped saying sorry. It was probably two months before it happened again. One evening she asked me if I was feeling tired. I told her I wasn't really tired, but reading her thoughts I added: "But I might go to bed early if you like."

'She didn't comment on the incongruity of my reply. I said I was off to bed at about half past nine. It was a summer evening, not really dark, and I stretched out in the warmth. My mum walked in, quite naked.'

'Hello, Ray,' she said smiling. We both knew it was a role play game – she isn't crazy or anything but I think she sees so much of my dad, Ray, in me that I can easily become him for her.

'Hello, Sue,' I replied. 'Come here.'

Pete looked at me. Our fingers were entwined and I was becoming very aroused.

'Go on,' I said.

'She got in bed beside me and she touched.' 

He stopped. 

'I've never talked to anyone like this,' he said.

'Please tell me. Tell me all of it, Pete because there are things I must tell you too. Then we will know each other truly.'

He resumed: 'She touched me until I wanted her badly. She squatted over me and told me to touch her breast as she moved up and down on my chest stroking my dick at the same time. She moved so she could rub my dick on her cunt. I told her I would come if she wasn't careful. At that point she rolled off me so she was on her back beside me……….

'Come on top of me, Ray.'

'I did as I was told and we kissed and I touched her tits and she got hold of my dick and placed me at her entrance. She told me to push, Gwen, and I went in.'

'Fuck me, Ray, fuck your little Susie.' I'd never heard her called Susie before and unable to control myself I made to love to her and I came inside her – and she told me I was wonderful.' He stopped and looked at me again, waiting for my reaction.

'I'm sure you were wonderful, Pete,' I said. 'It's beautiful what you and your mum share.'

'You don't mind?'

'It's like I told you before, Pete, like the scar. It's part of what you are; I can't like someone for how I want them to be, you've got to like them, or not, as they actually are. It doesn't change how I feel about you at all.'

'How do you feel about me?' he asked.

'I'll answer that when I've told you my secrets, all right?'

He nodded.

'And you still sleep with your mum sometimes, I presume?'

He nodded. 'Yes, perhaps two sometimes three times a month. She's taught me so much, Gwen. I've done things I didn't know existed when I've been with her. She says I will thrill someone one day.'

I thrilled inside as my own imagination produced startling images in my mind.

'My story,' I said. I told Pete all about how I had started nude sunbathing with my parents' approval, to my surprise. I told him how I began to go naked around the house and about the sexual desires this led to, including how I watched mum suck dad off and then do the same to me. I made it clear what a wonderful experience it was for me. I went on to tell him how I had, only recently, spent a night having gratuitous sex with my father and how my mum knew all about it. The group sex relationships my parents have were mentioned too.

'Have you been going naked at home this week,' he asked.

'Yes, Pete.'

'When you spent the night with your dad, was it good?'

Pete's questions were very hesitant. Written on paper doesn't convey how cautious he seemed. Our hands were still touching and I leaned reassuringly against him. He didn't make to move away, so I moved my hand to the top of his leg.

'It was very good: I felt so physically relaxed afterwards, as if all the tensions in my body and my mind had been washed away by our lovemaking.' I smiled at him. 

'One last question, then,' he said.

'Don't answer if it's too private, Gwen. How many times did you and your dad...'

'Four – including once in the shower in the morning. Why?'

He blushed a little. 'With my mum I've only ever done it once each time.'

'She may like a few more,' I said as his left hand moved round my shoulder. I felt secure: we knew each other and we weren't afraid of what we knew.

'You're a very surprising woman, Gwen,' he said.

'I think you are probably the most honest person I've ever met,' I responded, turning to meet his kiss. After a while he pushed me gently away.

'Ssshh,' he whispered. 'Over there, to the left, on top of the bush.'

I looked and saw a drab olive and sort of creamy, grey bird with a brown cap on its head.

'Browncap?' I asked.

Pete smiled. 'Female - blackcap.'

I laughed.

ooo000ooo

Next day during lunch break, on the swings in the park, he asked if I would like to see something really special on Saturday.

'But you'll have to be up at half past five.'

'Half past five!' I screamed.

'Yes, before anyone else is up and about.'

'Except the birds?'

I love it when he laughs. 

'Yes, pub lunch in Ashton and then I'll do anything you want in the afternoon.'

'Anything?'

Pete looked at me. 'All right then, yes, anything.'

I grinned my most wicked grin. 'Jeans or skirt?'

'Jeans, I suppose.' He grinned too. 'You could change in the van for lunch,' he added brightly.

I knew instantly that I would do that for him but I said nothing.

'And then you can take me home and we'll go nude sun-bathing down my garden, if the weather's good.'

'The forecast is excellent,' he said with a wry grin. 'Will your parents be there – in the garden I mean?'

'Why?' I asked.

'I thought you never teased,' he replied. 

I began to giggle. 'I expect they'll leave us alone at first but I wouldn't be surprised if they wandered down later. The spot we use is nicely hidden away.' Still giggling I added: 'There'll be lots of birds.' 

I couldn't stop giggling and I began to swing really hard to control myself as I shot back and forth through the air.

When we were both still again, just slightly moving on our seats, Pete said: 

'So you'll be naked too like me then?'

'Yes, Pete.'

'Just checking,' he said, as he began to swing back and forth again.

ooo000ooo

I set my alarm and I was up and ready by five o'clock, with a little bag packed with a change of clothes: a skirt, a smart blouse, a flask of hot coffee and a very sleepy young woman staring out of my bedroom window. Pete drew up at the bottom of the drive at about five twenty. I impressed him with my readiness and went to meet him.

'Well done,' he said. I climbed in wearing a sloppy jumper and my jeans, and grinned at him.

'You ready for all this? I mean you'll deliver your half of the bargain, won't you?' I asked.

'I'll have to now, won't I?'

'Yep!' I laughed as he put the van into gear and roared off.

'Here's to the first day of the rest of our lives!' he cried. I wondered just how true that might be. I touched his arm.

'Good morning, Gwen,' he said.

It took about half an hour to get to the Rye Gorge or at least to the car park nearby. We walked across the dew-damp field to the stile where we entered the woods themselves. Suddenly the path dropped away steeply into a ravine, partly hidden by the dense deciduous woodland. I could hear birdsong from all directions plus the cackle of crows and chattering magpies.

After a long descent we reached the river, which was about thirty feet wide at this point and fairly slow flowing, strewn as the riverbed was with large boulders that stood sentinel to deep, dark pools. Pete started to climb on to a rock at the edge of the river, reaching a hand to me to help pull me up.

The sun was poking its way through the trees but it was still very cool. Pete sat down and I sat next to him.

'Dipper, downstream,' he whispered. I saw a round little brown bird with a white breast bobbing in and out of the water, disappearing completely at times. A few minutes later he pointed out a pair of grey wagtails, which although they are grey on top it is the flashes of bright yellow that attract the eye and the constantly flickering tail. Somehow, although these birds were all new to me, I knew this was not the real reason we were waiting and watching.

Then I saw it. 'There!' I whispered as a bolt of dazzling electric blue flew past me. It was tiny but its metallic sheen shone so it resembled a flying blue bullet. Another followed soon after. Then, unseen in so far as neither of us saw them arrive, Pete told me to look across from where we were. Two adult kingfishers were perched on a dead branch overhanging the water – tiny multicoloured king and queen of the river.

'Pete!' I whispered. Several yards upstream on another bush I saw two less brightly coloured birds but still unmistakably little kingfishers. They were slightly fluffy too. 

'They've just fledged,' Pete said. 'The parents will chase them off within the week and maybe have another brood. They are hard parents.'

We lingered on the rocks and then set off again through the woods. Pete pointed out a troop of bossy bullfinches stripping buds off a wild cherry tree. The day was warming now but it was still very quiet. Pete held my hand most of the time and in one quiet glade he turned and we kissed. His hands were on the small of my back; cautiously he moved them lower and I followed suit until we both had our hands on each other's cheeks. He pulled me towards him and I pressed myself against him. It felt good. We moved on. After another ten minutes I pulled my sweater over my head and tied it round my waist. My t-shirt was [deliberately] quite tight fitting and I hadn't put a bra on. Pete must have been aware of my breasts and of my darker coloured areolae. 

As we continued our walk, heading back towards the van now, Pete said quietly:

'Do you know how lovely you look, Gwen?'

I replied: 'No, tell me.'

He laughed that laugh again and pulled me into his arms. We leaned against a tree and kissed passionately. His hand edged towards my ample breast and for the first time I felt him hold me and stroke his fingers across my nipples. I mumbled: 'That's nice, Pete.'

Soon we were re-crossing the field, back in the full sunlight as we left the gorge behind. It seemed to disappear as if it wasn't really there. Looking back from the car park there was no sign of it.

We had lunch at 'The Black Dog Inn', a name that reminded me of an old pirate or a dastardly master criminal nicknamed the 'Black Dog' [according to Pete]. In fact the inn sign portrayed an old farmer and his trusty sheep dog but who cared? When we first arrived I asked him to keep a lookout for people while I got in the back of the van to change. With me I had a nice blouse, a short grey skirt - 'not quite slut', was my mum's view. She told me later it was just envy that she was no longer sixteen. 'Nor am I, mum' I had replied - oh, and open strapped high heels.

Pete's whistle followed by another 'Wow, Gwen!' I took as a compliment.

'You told me to change in the van,' I said.

'I didn't think you would though.'

'I wanted to please you, Pete.'

'Mission accomplished then,' he said as he took my hand and we went inside for lunch at the Black Dog.

We got back home by just after half past one. No one seemed to be around and so I led Pete upstairs to my bedroom. Mum and dad knew what our plans were for the afternoon and mum had asked how I would feel if they joined us for some time together in the sun. I had asked her to give us an hour or so, just the two of us together first. She said she thought two hours would let Pete really feel relaxed with me. 

'Fine, mum,' I had said.

Anyway Pete and I were in my bedroom. I pushed the door to. He was looking at me as if he was slightly unsure what to do next.

Smiling at him I began to unbutton my blouse. I let it fall. I looked at Pete and unfastened my skirt. It fell to the floor as well. I was just in my panties and my shoes. I kicked the shoes off and walked over to him. I kissed him pressing my body onto his. I moved away and said: 'Take my panties off, Pete, please.'

Now I was naked before him and I was not embarrassed; it was how I wanted to be at that moment. I smiled at him as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, undid the laces of his trainers and stepped from them, unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down. He took his socks off and was standing in his boxers. I went closer and put my hands on his hips.

'Gwen, I'm sorry, I'm…I've got an erection.'

I pulled him into my arms. 'I should hope you have after a beautiful woman has just undressed for you,' I told him gently as I pushed his boxers down to join the pile of clothes on the carpet at our feet. 

'It looks lovely,' I said as I ran my hand along his stiffened cock. I felt it was a little longer than my dad's but not as thick. I felt Pete's hand on my breast as we kissed again, our tongues jostling wildly. The touching was intoxicating but I wanted to slow things down a little, for both our sakes. I pushed him very gently away.

'Ready?'

'Yes,' he said. We set off down the stairs, naked, hand in hand. I didn't lock the house, as I knew the others were around somewhere, not watching but deliberately keeping out of the way for now; I picked up two rugs from the cabin. Soon we were spread out in the sun, sheltered by the shrubs from the breeze. We were delightfully warm and free. Pete's erection subsided and soon we were just chatting easily.

I shifted to get more comfortable and turned on my side to face towards Pete. He half turned on one elbow so we were very close, looking into each other's eyes. I wanted to rekindle some of the arousal I had felt upstairs and I took hold of his cock. Pete immediately began to stiffen as my fingers squeezed his penis and, forming a ring with my thumb and first finger I moved my hand up and down him.

'Touch me, Pete,' I asked.

'Where?'

'Somewhere where you know I will like it, where your mum likes it,' I added as I massaged the tip of his glans firmly. His penis was so hard I wanted him inside me.

His hand moved to the top of my leg and I felt he was tracing my name on my mound as his fingers moved among my bush.

'I want you, Gwen,' he said simply.

'Do you want to go inside or stay here?' I asked.

'Inside, please.'

We rose to our feet and set off up the garden. Unfortunately we met mum and dad as they were coming out. They were naked and I explained that we were going in for a while but I said we would join them before too long. They couldn't have missed Pete's erection and I expect my own sexual arousal was obvious too.

'OK,' said dad.

'Have fun,' said mum. She always had to go one step too far. I looked daggers at her. We fled upstairs.




Pete and I



I jumped on to my bed and Pete lay down beside me. He pulled me to him and we kissed, the wildness of our hunger reasserting itself immediately as our limbs tangled fully for the first time. I rolled so I was on top of him and I let my breasts down on his face so he could take my nipples into his mouth. I felt him nibble and suck on them.

'Oh, Pete, I want it. I want you.'

Pete pushed me off him and rolled me back onto my back. He knelt before me, a leg either side of my legs. I let him move my legs apart so he could kneel between them. He raised my knees and pushed me into a splayed position so that access and view of my sex was at its maximum for him. I moved my hips so as to raise my crutch up and down slightly.

Pete moved forwards and pulled me up so my rear was raised. He sat up more positioning himself so his cock could penetrate me if he pushed down firmly. He could continue to push until I was fully back down on the mattress and he would engulf his cock deep inside me.

'Now, Pete,' I said. He pushed slowly and firmly and his cock slid inside mw. Pete continued to push until he was lying on top of me. I grabbed his legs with mine and began to thrust back at him. I wanted him to know how much he was pleasuring me.

'You're so beautiful,' he grunted as he continued to fuck me. I was so far gone, the whole day had been slowly winding me up to a state of arousal I could no longer control.

'I'm coming,' I said. 'Do it really hard now, Pete,' I asked. He rammed me, firmly clasping my buttocks to maintain maximum penetration by his cock, which I realised, from the way Pete was beginning to spasm at the base of his spine, was delivering its load into me. 

'Yes, yes, Pete,' I shouted as the momentum of my own orgasm pitched me into a euphoric sense of completeness.

'You fantastic fucking screw,' Pete moaned as he continued to jerk himself into me. Gradually we slowed; Pete plopped out of me and we held each other for a long time, pulling the duvet over us.

'That was wonderful,' I said. 'I'm not surprised you can only manage to do it once a night with your mum if it's always that good.'

'That's not what I…'

'Only teasing,' I said. 'Tell me again, Pete. What did you call me?'

He looked into my eyes and bent to kiss my forehead. 'It was meant as a compliment, you know.'

'I took it as one,' I said. 'I just want to hear it again.' I grinned at him.

'I called you a fantastic fucking screw, Gwen.'

'Good,' I said.

ooo000ooo

We went down the garden and sat with mum and dad. Pete seemed to cope a little better than I expected and once he was diverted on to talk about our morning in the Rye gorge he seemed less conscious of his nudity. Mum even talked about her own liking for being nude and Pete confessed, as he had to me, how he sometimes went nude out in the country on a warm day while watching the birds. 

I couldn't help smile as dad's rod rose to all the talk of nudity and mum quietly gave his cock a stroke. Pete's stood proud again as he watched dad's grow and I think both mum and I were content to see their manhood on show. But the day cooled and we decided to move indoors.

We ate and relaxed in the lounge. Pete kissed me, naked, in front of my parents for the first time. Apart from that it was a modest, restrained evening. I told Peter he could stay if he wished.

'Your parents won't mind?'

'It will seem perfectly natural to them, I promise.'

'And your dad?'

I could sense what he was thinking. Cautiously I reminded him how I felt on those issues, just as I felt about Pete and his mum.

'Dad and I will be together again, probably quite soon, Pete, but it's not a threat to you. It's just as important for dad that I'm in a lasting relationship. My parents seem able to put pleasure before envy and jealousies.'

'I'd love to stay, Gwen.'

We went to bed quite early, at about ten o'clock. In bed we snuggled together.

'Can you manage it again?' I teased.

'What?'

'You know.'

'I think I might, just.' I knew he was joking too as I could hear the laughter in his voice and see the sparkle in his eyes.

'Don't fuck me, Pete. I'd like you to make love to me.'

'He took me in his arms and we wrapped our love together. I felt his fingers exploring my cunt and knew I would come just lying there as he played with me.

'But I still want to be your fantastic fucking screw, Pete,' I muttered in his ear.

'How's that then?' he murmured back as I felt his cock and fingers pushing down into me. Pleasure flooded me like an elixir. Pete began to thrust hard at me so my whole body jumped with each stroke. I was being taken so physically I felt my body would break. All I could say was: 'Yes, do me, do me!' I felt him groan as he began to fill me with his seed as he continued to jerk his body against mine. 'Oh, Pete...' I moaned as his thrusting subsided and my muscles found some peace. That night I slept the sleep of the innocent and woke, not in his arms, but to see him, my lover, lying naked before me. 

'I do feel good,' I said. We chatted a while and then I went down to make us a drink of tea that I carried back to the bedroom. Pete wasn't there so I guessed he'd slipped to the bathroom. He soon returned and we lay together; I felt comfortable with him beside me.

'Pete,' I began, changing the subject from a previous long discussion of how his mum would feel and how I wanted to meet her and give her certain reassurances. 'Some things that people do, I mean mum and dad for instance, I've never done.'

'I'm not with you,' he said, touching my elbow gently.

'No, it's not easy to tell you. Just listen, Pete. Some things you've done with your mum, I expect, I still haven't done.' I nuzzled in close to him.

I'd never talked about Greg much to Pete.

'Greg and I slept together a few, well we did it about a dozen times but he never tried to do anything, you know, different. He wanted a quick 'fuck and go' sort of sex.'

'Oh. I thought it was the big thing, the whole shooting match sort of affair. That's the impression he gave.'

'No, Pete. He's all show. It was a mistake; it wasn't anything to be proud of,' I said. 'But mum had always told me to save some things for the man of my life when he came along. I told her I might not know if he was the man of my life. Mum said I would know for certain when it was right and that she didn't expect me to, well, not have men in my life beforehand. But she said I should keep some things for someone special.'

Pete looked at me. He bent and kissed me tenderly on the lips but barely touching me. 'Go on,' he said. 'What things?'

Somehow this would be the hardest bit: telling Pete.

'I've never had anal sex, Pete, and I've never had a cock in my mouth.'

'Not even with your dad?'

'No. He wouldn't, although I know he wants to, one day.'

'I'm sorry, Gwen. You're right. I have done those things before.'

'I want you to show me, to teach me how to enjoy them, Pete.'

Do you want to make a tiny start tonight?'

'Yes, if you do,' I said.

'We might need some lube.'

'Lube?' 

'Something to help ease me into you.'

'Oh. Mum gave me something.' I leaned across him, lying so my breasts were across his chest, which felt nice, and I pulled the drawer of my bedside table open and pulled out a small blue tube.

'She gave me this,' I said. 

'Brilliant,' said Pete. 

I lay on my tummy. Pete began to trace his finger around my anus, ever so gently. Little circles

'My mum says you have lots of erogenous nerve endings that can be excited near here. I'm going to try to relax the muscle at your entry, Gwen.'

I felt him apply the lube to me and work it all around my hole.

'Try to relax, let it open if you can.'

I felt warm beside him and I let my body float away. I felt pressure on my anus as his fingers pushed and I grunted out loud as I felt something slip inside. He stroked my bottom.

'It's just my little finger, Gwen. Grab hold of it.' I pulled onto it.

'Good girl,' he said. 'That's enough for now.'

Very gently he pulled himself away.

ooo000ooo

After breakfast we drove across town to Pete's house. I had never seen where he lived with his mum. Initially I'd assumed from the state of Pete's van that his widowed mum was not well off but recent discoveries about her job and some of the expensive clothes Pete had for special occasions made me begin to suspect otherwise.

The house was large and probably two hundred years old. A green jaguar saloon was in the drive. Set in its own grounds with lawns and mature trees, I realised Pete's mum was a wealthy if lonely woman.

Reading my mind Pete said: 'Granpa bought me the van when I first passed my test. Mum wants to get me something new but I won't hurt granpa's feelings and it's great for what I need. I don't want to just show off in a four by four SUV.

We met Sue in the living room where she was reading some legal papers. She seemed nice if a little nervous. I wasn't used to people being nervous because of me. After the introductions Pete disappeared with some excuse that he needed to 'check something'. I felt he wanted us to have a chance to talk alone.

Sue smiled. 'You've been wonderful for Pete, Gwen. I've seen him become so confident so suddenly. The scar…' Sue paused.

'Yes,' I said. 'I nearly got that one all wrong.'

'He told me.'

I smiled and she touched my hand. 'Thank you.'

I must have frowned.

'Thank you for making him so happy these last couple of weeks.'

'Sue?'

'Yes?'

'Pete may have told you but there's something I want to say to you myself. I presume you know he's told me about the love you share?'

Sue nodded, avoiding eye contact with me for the first time.

'Pete and I, we are lovers too now. I wanted you to know.'

'I'm very happy for you both, Gwen.'

'I love him as he is, not as a lover might want to make him become. I don't want to stop him loving you the way you have done. Do you understand me?'

Sue came over to me and planted a kiss very gently, almost imperceptibly, on my lips. I grinned, I think, and we both relaxed. I could see a lot of Pete in Sue and we got on from the start, especially once we had shared those few words alone.

ooo000ooo

Late afternoon we headed back to my house; Pete had put some of his stuff in the van. I told him he couldn't stay at my house all the time: he would have to spend some time at his mum's, either with me or on his own.

'I know, you're right. But I want to stay with you for a while. If that's all right of course.'

'That's more than all right,' I said leaning in to him as he drove along.

When we got home mum told me Max had phoned. He'd been asked to a skateboard competition in Birmingham and wouldn't be home for another fortnight. I could tell mum was not happy with this news.

That evening Pete and I joined my parents naked in the lounge. The fire burned merrily. We sat there with a drink in our hands, sharing the large sofa, with just the fire to light the room as the sun sank in the west. Mum and dad were snuggled together and I saw her place her hand on dad's cock. Pete must have been aware of this and I saw his own penis start to stiffen. I touched it. Pete didn't react or discourage me, so I began to stroke him to a full erection. I saw mum's eyes glued to us both as she produced the same effect in my dad. 

Pete's hand pushed down into my crutch and found my wetness. I was incredibly turned on – I just wanted to fuck.

'I want you,' I whispered. I'd have fucked anything.

'Upstairs?'

'No, now, here, please.' I wanted to be watched.

Pete looked at me and moved in to me; we kissed as he pulled hard on my breasts. I grabbed him and made us roll together off the sofa down onto the rug on the floor.

'Screw me, Pete, screw me,' I begged, loud enough for all to hear, as he positioned himself, pushed my legs aside and entered me immediately. We both knew what we wanted and we were rougher than we had been before, confident we both wanted this. I felt my nipples being tugged so hard I whimpered and bit him on the neck. His fingers were digging in to my behind as he thrust really roughly on me. 

'Yes, yes, fuck, oh fuck!' I was shouting as I came like thunder. My spine rippled with my orgasm and Pete responded by squirting his come into me. He lowered himself down onto me. 'That was wonderful,' he murmured in my ear.

'Has your cunt satisfied you, sir?' I asked.

'Nearly,' he answered as he continued to hold me and to thrust his cock inside me, removing it completely and then re-entering me. For the first time I wondered what my parents were doing and I looked round from my position on my back on the floor. Mum and dad were fucking steadily – I sensed they hadn't yet reached that total moment when instinctive desire takes over. I suspected they had been watching us and had only just begun to copulate.

We were spellbound mum told me later. 'You were very physical together; it was like a training exercise watching you give yourself so totally, Gwen.'

I was exhausted and I knew I would be stiff and a bit sore in the morning. I felt so good, proud of myself and of my lovely partner that I didn't mind if I couldn't move in the morning. I didn't care.

We crawled up to bed but somehow I couldn't sleep. I wanted to talk. I'd never had someone I could talk to the way I now knew I could talk to Pete. 

'Say something naughty to me, Pete,' I asked.

'How do you mean?'

'Tel me something really sexy, you know, really disgusting you'd like to do or you'd like me to do. You do have thoughts like that don't you?'

Pete nodded and smiled. 'Tell me one of yours first.'

Well I started this I suppose, I thought to myself. 'I'd like you to take me out in the country on a warm day to a field in the middle of nowhere,' I began. 'You'll undress me and I'll undress you and you will take me, use my body however you want to, whenever you want to. You won't ask you'll just do it until you've had enough of me, until I have given you as much pleasuring as I can and then you'll dress me and take me home. Right?'

'Good one, Gwen. Mine's much simpler. I want to watch your dad fuck you.'

I rolled into his arms and with my eyes closed I murmured: 'I might just make that happen for you, Pete.'

'Then I might take you to that field one day.'

ooo000ooo

College took all our attention for the next few days and on the Wednesday evening we went up to bed early as mum and dad were out at Roy and Penny's house. I made it clear to Pete what I knew that meant.

'Would you like to have other partners too?' Pete asked.

'Would you?'

'That's not a proper answer,' he said.

'All right. Yes, I would as long as you wanted me to and I would also like to be there when you were with someone else. At least the first time I would.'

Pete rolled me onto my stomach and began to lube my rear again. This time he inserted his thumb into me and worked on my hole. I found it more arousing than I had expected, as he stretched me intentionally, and I began to move myself on his thumb with real pleasure, whereas previously I had assumed anal sex was mainly for the male's satisfaction.

'Good girl, good girl,' he said, stroking my back as he pushed his thumb fully up to its base inside me. Then he withdrew, saying that was enough for now. I was almost disappointed but I now believe that was Pete's skill: he taught me to want it and a little bit of disappointment drove my future appetite.

'I think I might be ready to do it,' I said hesitantly. 'Don't you?'

'Yes, soon, if you're sure you want to.'

'I'm sure Pete.'

'Turn over,' he said gently. I rolled onto my back. He came on to me and sucked on my nipples, cupping my breasts and licking them. He licked my navel and worked down over my tummy until he reached my mound which he licked until his tongue began to lick my cunt lips and to push inside me. I was writhing with the delight of his touch. He found my clitoris and the tip of his tongue controlled the feelings of my entire body as it played with my sex. I started to come and tears ran down my face as this beautifully bodied boy sent another orgasm rolling through me. I didn't want it to ever stop.

'Now you must pleasure me,' he told me as he turned to lie on his back, his head and shoulders partly in a raised position on his two pillows. I began to pump his hard rod. I was about to lower my drenched cunt onto him when he sensed this and said: 'No, another way.'

I realised what he wanted and I got off him and lay more with my feet vaguely pointing towards Pete's head as my face was in his crutch. I leaned forward and hoped I remembered what I had seen my mum and dad do. I swirled my tongue around his cock and then licked slowly up and down it. My fingers cupped his balls as I moved closer and took his knob in my mouth and closed my lips around him. My teeth chewed on his glans playfully. Pete groaned with pleasure. I angled my head so I could take him in deeper and I moved my head up and down on him.

'Gwen, oh, Gwen, I love… I love you!' As he spoke I felt his cock jerk and I knew he was coming. I had never experienced this before and I began to panic. He was coming in my throat and spurting what felt like huge blobs of cream into me. I tried to swallow but his cock made that really difficult. At last I gulped and gulped again. I moved my head partially off him but continued to lick him as he stroked my hair.

Calmer now, he repeated what he'd said: 'I do love you very much.'

'I love you too,' I said. 'I'll do anything to please you.'

'You're doing just fine,' he said as he pulled me up so he could kiss me. He must have tasted himself as our tongues entwined again. 

ooo000ooo

The next evening Pete and I went to a party at the home of one of my friends. She told me she was amazed at how Pete had changed. 'He's really quite good looking too,' she said looking across the room at him. I disagreed: I thought he was extremely handsome, but I said nothing to Debbie.

Friday came round and we were staying at home. On Saturday we were to go to see Pete's mum, Sue, and I was going to stay the night there whilst Pete went off in a minibus on Saturday afternoon to a cookery competition that I had persuaded him to enter. He was going with ten other contestants from our college to Warwick and I said I could get to know his mum a bit more if I stayed on until he got back late Sunday.

Back to Friday evening however. Pete and I got home first and we started to prepare the meal. The house was decidedly cool so we didn't go nude straightaway. Pete said it almost seemed strange not to be going nude together when we were at home. I was pleased how much we all shared that particular pleasure. Pete said he would light the fire but admitted that he had never lit one before apart from bonfires. I heard some muttered swearing whilst I was in the kitchen. After about twenty minutes he came in to wash his hands. 

'I think it's going ok,' he said. 'I'll not be amused if it goes out again.'

I laughed and he flicked the towel he was holding so it cracked against my bottom. It sounded good but I hardly felt it.

The meal was cooking when mum and dad came home. He had picked her up at the centre where she works and she was thrilled we had got the meal prepared and had lit the fire. They came back down nude and so we went back upstairs to dress down for the evening. When we were naked Pete pulled me in his arms and started to feel me up. I pulled him down on the bed and we tumbled together. We kissed but then Pete said: 'Later. All right?'

'Yes,' I grinned. I read his mind. I realised he meant when the four of us were together. 'Good idea.'

We settled down by the fire again. There was a good film on and we watched that until about ten o'clock. Mum was watching me just gently feeling Pete whilst the fingers of his left hand were gently rolling and pinching my nipple. Dad was watching us, I knew, and I smiled at him as I ran a finger along the shaft of Pete's lovely hard cock. Dad was hard too by now.




Pete and Jane



Pete and Jane had gotten married when they were 18. They had 3 children, and after 25 years of marriage it seemed to Pete as if he had the perfect life. Then he got sick.

Pete didn't think it was that big a deal at first, but after a while he started to realize that things were getting worse and not better. Pete had been able to hide the sickness from Jane because he didn't want her to worry about him when there was no need.

Pete finally went to the doctor for a full exam and tests to determine what was wrong with him. Two days later the doctor called Pete and asked him to come to his office so they could talk about the results.

The family doctor that had taken care of Pete and Jane's children when they were younger had recently retired and this new doctor was a younger man that Pete had never met before he got sick. As Pete sat down in the doctor's office he wished his old friend Doc Roberts was there, because he knew that Doc Roberts would tell him the truth, he wasn't sure about this new kid.

"Mr. Miller, thank you for coming in, I felt it was better to do this face to face then over the phone." Dr. Evans says.

"Am I going to be okay Doc?" Pete asks.

"Yes, you're going to be fine. I'm going to put you on some antibiotics for a couple weeks and they'll clear this little problem all up. Mr. Miller, when was the last time you and your wife made love?" Dr. Evans asks.

"What kind of question is that?" Pete asks angrily.

"Mr. Miller, it's important." Dr. Evans says.

"A week or so before I started feeling sick I guess, why?" Pete asks.

"Mr. Miller, I'm afraid you have an STD and given when you last made love to your wife I am going to have to strongly suggest that you have her come in to be checked out as well. Oh, and any other partners you might have should be told to consult their doctors immediately." Dr. Evans says.

Now it seemed clear to Pete that either Dr. Evans assumed that Pete was cheating on his wife or he was trying to be nice and not suggesting that Jane was having sex with someone else. Pete knew that he had never cheated on his wife and he didn't want to believe that Jane was cheating on him, but what other explanation was there?

"Doctor, my wife has no idea that I came here today, she certainly doesn't know that I have an STD, is there any way we could have her checked out without having her know what you're looking for?" Pete asks.

"Mr. Miller, I understand your concern, but if your wife has been infected it is important that she starts treatment immediately. I know how difficult it will be for you to talk to your wife about this, but for her sake you have to do it." Dr. Evans says.

"Yes doctor, I understand." Pete says.

Pete leaves the doctor's office and drives home. When he gets home he parks in the driveway and can't bring himself to get out of the car, he just starts crying.

It's over an hour later before Pete finally heads inside.

Nobody is home. Pete sees the picture of him with Jane on their wedding day; he takes the picture off the wall and looks at it. The pain is terrible in Pete's heart. Jane has been cheating on him. Questions run through Pete's head. Who gave her the STD that had now infected him? Was that guy the only one? How long had she been cheating on him? Was he responsible for her cheating? Did Jane know that she had infected Pete with an STD?

Pete poured himself some Scotch and drank it down. He thought about his life with Jane, he tried to think of any signs that she might be cheating, he could think of none. He had no reason to believe that she was unhappy, no reason to believe that she didn't love him, no reason to believe that she had found their sex life unsatisfying, as he drank down his third Scotch the front door opened and Jane walked in.

She saw Pete sitting there and the bright bubbly smile that was always on Jane's pretty face became a look of concern.

"What's the matter honey? Is everything okay?" Jane asked.

She walked up behind Pete and wrapped her arms around him lovingly. Pete usually liked it when she did that, he enjoyed feeling the warmth of her body against his back and he liked to smell her perfume drifting forward encompassing him in a fragrant cloud of happiness. Today however Pete was saddened at her touch and the perfume only caused his stomach to churn.

"Pete sweetie, maybe if you tell me what's wrong I can fix it." Jane said.

"No, I don't think you can fix it this time." Pete said.

"Are you sure? I'm pretty good at fixing things, come on, tell me what's wrong." Jane said.

"Okay. I went to the doctor today." Pete says.

"I thought it looked like you weren't feeling well. Are you okay?" Jane asked.

"No, I'm not okay." Pete says.

"Is it cancer? There are new treatments coming out all the time, we can beat this together." Jane said.

"No, it's not cancer." Pete says.

"Then what is it?" Jane asks.

"It's an STD." Pete says.

"Oh." Jane says.

She releases her tight hold on Pete.

"I take it by your reaction that you understand the implications of this." Pete says.

"Yes." Jane says.

She starts to cry.

"I want to know everything." Pete says.

"Are you sure?" Jane asks through the tears.

"I think I'm entitled. After all you repaid my years of faithful love and devotion by giving me an STD; I think that gives me the right to know." Pete says.

"You're right; you do deserve to know...for the past 8 years I've been a call girl." Jane says.

"You mean you're a prostitute?" Pete asks.

"No, I don't walk the streets looking for anyone that's willing to pay; I work through a service that screens out clients to ensure safety." Jane says.

"I'd say that they should try to be a little more thorough. How and why did you get involved with this?" Pete asks.

"I got involved by talking to Grace, the woman across the street, she runs the service. She and I used to talk a lot and one day she told me what she did and what the girls that work for her did and asked me if I was interested in working for her not as a call girl, but as an agent. Well I wasn't working at the time, she offered to pay me in cash, and I could do it during the day when you were at work and the kids were at school so I took the job. For the first six months I helped screen new clients and set up the dates, but then one day a situation came up where one of the girls was injured in an accident and Grace needed someone to fill in. I let myself be talked into it. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, and I got paid $5,000 for that one time so I told Grace that I would keep doing it. I've been doing it ever since, and I've made a lot of money doing it." Jane says.

"What have you been doing with all of this money?" Pete asks.

"Grace has it set up so that we get paid in foreign wire transfers that take place completely outside of the country so that we don't have to pay taxes on it and it can't be traced back to what we're doing. All of the money I've made is in a bank account in the Cayman Islands." Jane says.

"And what exactly did you intend to do with this money?" Pete asks.

"I was trying to think of a way for us to get the money without you being suspicious. I'd decided to have my mom give it to us when she died." Jane says.

Pete looks at the floor, shakes his head, and takes a deep breath.

"Did you know that you had given me an STD?" Pete asks.

"No, I insist that the clients always wear condoms and I always wash thoroughly with antibacterial soaps afterwards. Pete I am so sorry about this." Jane says.

"Do you like what you do?" Pete asks.

"What?" Jane asks.

"Do you like what you do? Do you like having sex with people for money?" Pete asks.

"I don't mind doing it, you know how much I enjoy sex, and sex is all it is, there is no emotion involved. I've never been happy about keeping my job secret from you and I've always been concerned about what it would do to you and to our marriage if you were to find out." Jane says.

"I'm sure you really cared what I thought." Pete says coldly.

"I did Pete, honestly I did. I know it sounds stupid, but if I had thought for one second that you'd ever find out I never would have done it." Jane says.

"You're right, that may be the stupidest thing I have ever heard. You're done with this, it's over, do you understand?" Pete asks.

"If that's what you want, I couldn't bring myself to do it now that you know anyway. I'll have to tell Grace." Jane says.

"No, I'm going to tell Grace, in fact I think I'll do that right now. Stay here; I'll probably need bail money in a few minutes." Pete says.

"Pete, don't hurt her, it's more my fault than it is hers. She gave me the opportunity, but I'm the one that said yes." Jane says.

"After what you've done to me Jane I have to hurt somebody, I'd much rather it is her than you." Pete says.

Pete goes to the garage, gets his sledge hammer, crosses the street, walks up onto the porch of Jane's pimp Grace Johnson and rings the doorbell.

"Hi Pete, what can I do for you?" Grace asks.

"You can step outside for a little while; I don't want you to get hurt by any of the debris that will be flying around." Pete says.

"What are you talking about?" Grace asks.

"You've been making money on my wife's infidelity, including getting paid by whichever one of them gave her the STD that she passed on to me. Needless to say I'm pretty pissed off by all of this, so since I won't kill you I'm going to destroy your house, now if you would be so kind as to wait outside." Pete says.

Grace is stunned to be found out, she is also afraid for her safety as Pete is a big guy and has a sledge hammer in his hands so she steps out into the front yard and looks back at the house. Pete walks inside and starts swinging. Jane comes across the street and stands next to Grace.

"How did he find out?" Grace asks.

"He wasn't feeling well so went to the doctor. It turns out that he's got an STD. He knows that I had to have given it to him, which meant that I'd had to cheat on him to pick it up. He demanded to know the truth so I told him everything." Jane says.

"I suppose this was bound to happen sooner or later, one of the husbands finding out I mean, this STD business is a shock to me. Do you have an idea of which client might have given it to you?" Grace asks.

"I've narrowed it down in my head to two, but they should all be told just in case." Jane says.

"Absolutely, they'll all be informed immediately. I just want to know which one it is for sure so I can have him pay for the damages your husband is doing to my house." Grace says.

"I'll pay for it. Pete knows about the money, he won't want anything to do with it knowing how I got it, I'll pay for all of the damages." Jane says.

"I won't hear of it. Now that Pete knows you won't be able to work for me anymore, unless he divorces you." Grace says.

"Which is a distinct possibility. He has every right to do to me what he's doing to your house right now after what I did to him. I've been cheating on him for money for eight years. How did I ever let myself think that it was okay for me to do this?" Jane asks.

"It was an exciting adventure at first Jane. You'd been married for many years, you'd only been with Pete sexually, the thought of having other men find you desirable enough to pay for your company was very appealing." Grace says.

"But it shouldn't have been. I pledged myself to Pete, he's all I needed, he's all I still need, but for some reason I got greedy and wanted more." Jane says.

"I just hope that Pete can forgive you, it's a fine arrangement until it gets discovered. Speaking of discovered, now that you know that you gave Pete an STD I suggest you get to a doctor quickly and get treatment." Grace says.

"That's second on my list of things to do, right behind begging Pete not to divorce me." Jane said.

For over an hour the sound of absolute destruction can be heard coming from Grace's house, then the sound stops, the front door opens and a sweaty, dusty, tired looking Pete comes walking out breathing heavily with the hammer held on his shoulder.

"Okay Grace; that should just about take care of it. I hope you and Jane have already discussed telling her clients to get tested, because who knows how many others are sick because of this." Pete says.

"The chances are slim that anyone except whoever it was that infected Jane is sick, we are pretty certain that the fact that you don't use a condom when you are with Jane increased your level of exposure a great deal." Grace says.

"Well if I had known that my wife was fucking several other men I'd have damn sure worn a condom." Pete says.

"Pete honey, I am very sorry about all this, I can ask for your forgiveness but I don't deserve it. I promise you that I will do whatever you ask of me to make this up to you." Jane says.

"I don't know that you can make this up to me Jane, I'll try, but it's not gonna be something I can do easily. Do I know any of your clients?" Pete asks.

"What?" Jane asks surprised.

"You said you'd tell me everything and do anything, so tell me, do I know any of your clients?" Pete asks.

Jane's head drops.

"Yes." Jane says.

"Who?" Pete asks.

"Mitch, John, and Kyle." Jane says.

"Those bastards! Well, it's time that some more people pay for your mistake. We'll see you later Grace." Pete says.

Pete takes Jane by the arm, puts her in the car and drives to the home of Mitch Lewis and his family. Jane knows exactly what Pete expects from her now so she follows him to the door.

"Pete, Jane, come in, to what do we owe this visit?" Lisa asks.

"Is Mitch home?" Pete asks.

"Yes, he's in the living room." Lisa says.

Pete makes his way to the living room.

"Hey buddy, grab a cold one and have a seat." Mitch says.

"I can't stay; we just came by to tell the two of you something." Pete says.

"What?" Lisa asks.

"Jane." Pete says.

"Lisa, you had better go to a doctor pretty soon to have yourself tested for STD's because I gave one to Pete." Jane says.

"I don't understand." Lisa says.

"No, but Mitch does. You see Lisa, Mitch has been paying Jane for sex twice a month for over 3 years. From what she tells me she had sex with Mitch after I got sick so if she gave it to me she could have given it to him so he might have given it to you." Pete says.

Lisa looks at Pete and Jane, then at Mitch, she can see in his face that what she had just heard was true.

"Get out you son of a bitch, you'll be served with divorce papers tomorrow." Lisa says.

"Lisa please, we can talk about this." Mitch says.

"There's nothing to talk about Mitch, get the fuck out of here or I'll call the cops." Lisa says.

"I'm sorry about all this Lisa." Jane says.

"I don't blame you, I'm sure he did it of his own free will." Lisa says.

They next drive to the home of John White and his family.

"Pete, Jane, good to see you, we're just about to cook up some steaks, won't you join us?" John asks.

"We can't John; we just stopped by to tell you and Mary that you should both get checked for STDs on account of you paying Jane for sex and her having given me an STD." Pete says.

A yell goes up from John as Mary stabs the barbecue fork into his arm.

"Consider yourself divorced you son of a bitch." Mary says.

Pete and Jane then drive to the home of Kyle and Beth Martin.

"Jane, Pete, come on in, can I offer you a drink?" Beth asks.

"Thanks but no, we can't stay, we just came by to suggest that you have yourselves tested for STD's. Kyle has been paying me for sex for well over a year and I recently gave Pete an STD, so we think it's important that you get checked just to be on the safe side." Jane says.

Beth starts to cry, then she gets angry.

"Get the fuck out of here. I'm a lawyer and you'd better find one better than me if you have any hope of getting anything in the divorce." Beth yells at Kyle.

After taking revenge on the three clients that he knows by ruining their marriages Pete and Jane go home. Jane is very nervous as they sit across from each other at the kitchen table.

"So what now?" Jane asks.

"I'm trying to think of how we can get that money into the country either undetected or legally." Pete says.

"I wasn't sure you'd want anything to do with money considering that I made it from cheating on you." Jane says.

"Well I can't say that I'm exactly thrilled about how you made it, but the fact is that you did earn that money. There's no sense throwing away good money, even if it did come from something that hurts this much. How much money is it by the way?" Pete asks.

Jane gets up from the table, walks to the computer in the office, pulls up a file she had kept hidden that has her records in it.

"It's roughly $400,000." Jane says.

"$400,000? So you've been making $50,000 a year fucking around on me? Making that kind of money it's no wonder you didn't feel guilty enough about it to tell me. That would pay off the house and leave enough left over for me to get that new truck that you've been saying I can't have. I trust you have no objections now." Pete says.

"You can have whatever you want Pete, you can have all of the money, it's yours. I'll do whatever you ask because I want so badly to show you how sorry I am for all of this." Jane says.

"So the question is; how the hell do we get that much money into the country without anyone asking any questions?" Pete asks.

"I told you that I planned on having it go through my mom's estate when she dies. With the inheritance tax and the fines for the unreported assets we'd have gotten about 35% of it." Jane says.

"That's no good. Besides, your mother is never going to die just to spite me. Although; unless she already knows about what you've been doing for the past 8 years the news might kill her." Pete says.

"She doesn't know Pete, and I don't want her to ever know." Jane says.

"Okay, but you tell her that she either has to start being nicer to me or I will physically throw her out of the house from now on. I assume that you won't protest to that considering what has happened." Pete says.

"I'll tell her she can't come here anymore if it makes you happy, but let's deal with one problem at a time Pete, how are we going to get the money into the country?" Jane asks.

"I've got it! We'll go on vacation!" Pete says.

"What?" Jane asks.

"We'll go on vacation. We'll take a vacation to the Cayman Islands, there are a lot of casinos down there, we'll just cash out your accounts and report the money as casino winnings. We'll lose like 35% in taxes by reporting it, but we'd still get to keep over $250,000. Plus we haven't been on a vacation in a long time; I think it would be really good for us right now." Pete says.

Before they leave they send off letters to every one of Jane's clients' wives apologizing to them for having to end her relationship with their husbands, and strongly urging them to get tested for STD's.

After two weeks in the Cayman Islands Pete and Jane come home with over $250,000 in lucky gambling winnings. The government got their cut so they let Pete and Jane keep the money no questions asked.

Pete and Jane pay off their house, Pete gets a new truck, and they completed their treatment for the STD's.

They find out that there had been a lot of women filing for divorces while they were gone. Pete and Jane say it's too bad that everyone else's marriage isn't as strong as theirs.



Pete and Jane



Author's Note: I originally posted this story under the name zeke81. Time has passed and I've had several suggestions about improving this story so I am submitting this revised version. Please feel free to read the version posted under zeke81 and let me know which version you think is better.

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Pete and Jane had gotten married when they were both 18 years old. They had 3 children early in their marriage, and after 25 years of marriage it seemed to Pete as if he had the perfect life. 

Then he got sick.

Pete didn't think it was that big a deal at first; he was sure he'd be over whatever it was in a few days, but after a while he started to realize that things were getting worse and not better. Pete had been able to hide the sickness from his wife Jane because he didn't want her to worry about him when there was no need.

Pete finally went to the doctor for a full exam and tests to determine what was wrong with him. Two days later the doctor called Pete and asked him to come to his office so they could talk about the results.

The family doctor that had taken care of Pete and Jane's children when they were younger had recently retired and this new doctor was a younger man that Pete had never met before he got sick. As Pete sat down in the doctor's office he wished his old friend Doc Roberts was there, because he knew that Doc Roberts would tell him the truth, he wasn't sure about this new kid.

"Mr. Miller, thank you for coming in, I felt it was better to do this face to face then over the phone." Dr. Evans says.

"Am I going to be okay Doc?" Pete asks.

"Yes, you're going to be fine. I'm going to put you on some antibiotics for a couple weeks and they'll clear this little problem all up. Mr. Miller, when was the last time you and your wife made love?" Dr. Evans asks.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Pete asks angrily.

"Mr. Miller, it's important." Dr. Evans says.

"A week or so before I started feeling sick I guess, why?" Pete asks.

"Mr. Miller, I'm afraid you have an STD and given when you last made love to your wife I am going to have to strongly suggest that you have her come in to be checked out as well. Oh, and any other partners you might have should be told to consult their doctors immediately." Dr. Evans says.

It seemed perfectly clear to Pete that either Dr. Evans assumed that Pete had been cheating on his wife and picked up an STD or he was trying to be nice and not suggesting that Jane was having sex with someone else. 

Pete knew that he had never cheated on his wife and he didn't want to believe that Jane was cheating on him, but he had to have gotten the STD from Jane so what other explanation was there?

"Doctor, my wife has no idea that I came here today, she certainly doesn't know that I have an STD, is there any way we could have her checked out without having her know what you're looking for?" Pete asks.

"Mr. Miller, I understand your concern. This is a tough situation that must be handled delicately, but if your wife has been infected it is important that she starts treatment immediately. I know how difficult it will be for you to talk to your wife about this, but for her sake you have to do it." Dr. Evans says.

"Yes doctor, I understand." Pete says.

Pete leaves the doctor's office and drives home. When he gets home he parks in the driveway and can't bring himself to get out of the car. He just sits there gripping the steering wheel and starts crying.

It's over an hour later before Pete finally heads inside.

Nobody is home; the house is dark and quiet. Pete sees the picture of him with Jane on their wedding day; he takes the picture off the wall and looks at it. The pain is terrible in Pete's heart. Pete can't believe it, but Jane has been cheating on him. 

As he stands there looking at the picture of their wedding day questions begin running through Pete's head. 

Who gave Jane the STD that she had now infected him with? Was it a one-time thing or was it a long-term affair? Was that guy the only one she'd been with? If it was an affair; how long had Jane been cheating on him? Was he somehow responsible for her cheating? Did Jane have any idea that she had infected Pete with an STD?

Pete walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulled out a bottle, poured himself some Scotch and drank it down. He filled the glass again and took several drinks of the Scotch as he thought about his life with Jane. He tried to think of any signs that she might be cheating on him, he couldn't think of any. Pete had no reason to believe that Jane was unhappy, no reason to believe that she didn't love him, and no reason to believe that she had found their sex life unsatisfying. 

As Pete drank down his third Scotch the front door opened and Jane walked in.

Jane saw Pete standing there with a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other and the bright bubbly smile that was always on Jane's pretty face immediately became a look of concern.

"What's the matter honey? Is everything okay?" Jane asked.

Jane walked up behind Pete and wrapped her arms around him lovingly. Pete usually liked it when she did that, he enjoyed feeling the warmth of her body against his back and he liked to smell her perfume drifting forward encompassing him in a fragrant cloud of happiness. Today however Pete was saddened at her touch and the perfume only caused his stomach to churn.

"Pete sweetie, maybe if you tell me what's wrong I can fix it." Jane said.

"No, I don't think you can fix it this time." Pete said.

"Are you sure? I'm pretty good at fixing things, come on, tell me what's wrong." Jane said.

"Okay. I went to the doctor today." Pete says.

"I thought that it looked like you weren't feeling well. Are you okay sweetheart?" Jane asked.

"No, Jane, I'm not okay. I'm much sicker than I thought." Pete says.

"Oh god, is it cancer? There are new treatments coming out all the time, we can beat this together." Jane said.

"No, it's not cancer." Pete says.

"Well I'm glad to hear that, but if it isn't cancer then what is it?" Jane asks.

"It's an STD." Pete says.

"Oh." Jane says somberly.

She releases her tight hold on Pete.

"I take it by your reaction that you have a pretty good idea and aren't really surprised that I have an STD. Am I correct?" Pete asks.

"Yes." Jane says in a near whisper.

She starts to cry.

"I want to know everything; so start talking right now." Pete says.

"Are you sure?" Jane asks through the tears.

"I think I'm entitled to know the details. After all you have repaid my more than 25 years of faithful love and devotion to you by having sex with someone else and then giving me an STD. I think that gives me every right to know." Pete says.

"You're right Pete; you do deserve to know...I just don't want to hurt you more than I already have." Jane says.

"Jane!" Pete yelled angrily.

"Okay, Pete, I'll tell you. For the past 8 years I have been working as a call girl." Jane says.

"You mean you're a fucking prostitute?" Pete asks angrily.

Pete turns around and looks at Jane angrily. Jane is noticeably shaken and scared to see his reaction. She hangs her head and holds her hands over her eyes.

"No, I'm not a prostitute Pete. I don't walk the streets looking for anyone that's willing to pay me for sex. I have been having sex with people for money, but I work through a service that screens out clients to try to ensure safety." Jane says.

"I'd say that they should try to be a little more thorough." Pete says.

"This is the first time that I'm aware of that a problem like this has occurred. If you have it I need to get in to see the doctor too." Jane says.

"Jane, I don't think I want to know this, but I need to; how and why did you get involved with this?" Pete asks.

"I got involved by talking to Grace, the woman across the street. She owns and runs the service that I work for." Jane said.

"Grace is your pimp?" Pete asks angrily.

"Pete please calm down. You wanted to know how I got involved and I'm trying to tell you, but we won't get anywhere if you keep reacting to everything like that." Jane says.

"You're right, it's just that this has me very upset at the moment, it's hard not to react to things like that. Please continue." Pete says.

"When the kids were growing up Grace and I used to get together for coffee a few times a week so that we'd have someone to talk to instead of being home alone all day. One day we were talking about sex and she told me about the agency she ran. She told me that most of the girls that work for her were married women that enjoyed having someone other than their husbands find them desirable. I was a little bit shocked that married women were accepting money to have sex with other men, but I was also curious so I asked her a few questions. She told me that none of the women denied their husbands anything, they were still loving attentive lives, they just filled their daytime hours by having sex with men that were willing to pay a good deal of money for their company. Before she left that morning Grace asked me if I was interested in working for her." Jane says.

"She asked you to have sex with other men for money a few minutes after she told you about it and you said yes?" Pete asks.

"She didn't ask me to work as a call girl. She wanted me to work as an agent, scheduling things for the other girls and screening potential clients. Well, I wasn't working at the time, she offered to pay me in cash, and I could do it during the day when you were at work and the kids were at school so I took the job." Jane says.

"So when did your job title change from agent to call girl?" Pete asks.

"For the first six months I helped screen new clients and set up the dates, but then one day a situation came up where one of the girls was injured in a car accident and Grace desperately needed someone to fill in. A very special high paying client was in town on business and wanted some companionship. I fit the type of woman that the guy was looking for so Grace asked me to do it. I'm so ashamed of myself Pete, but I let myself be talked into it. Working with the girls for so long and hearing them talk about it had me curious so I let Grace talk me into it. I went and met him at his hotel suite. You were the only man I had ever been with so I was scared to death the first time, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The sex wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either; and that's all it was, just sex. As I said he was a high paying client so I got paid $2,000 in cash for that one time. As I thought about it afterwards the whole thing had excited me just as much as it had terrified me so when Grace asked me if I would consider continuing to do it I thought about it for a few days then told her that I would. I've been doing it ever since. I usually meet with between 8 and 10 clients per month. It pays really well; in the last 8 years I've made quite a lot of money from it." Jane says.

"What have you been doing with all of this money? You keep asking me for money to go shopping with so it must not be around here; where is it?" Pete asks.

"Grace has it set up so that we get paid in foreign wire transfers that take place completely outside of the country. That way we don't have to pay taxes on what we make and it means that the money can't be traced back to how we're getting it in the first place; because obviously what we do is illegal in this country. So other than the cash tips that some of the more generous clients have given me, all of the money I've made over the last 8 years is in a bank account in the Cayman Islands." Jane says.

"What were you going to do with it down there? Leave me and go live like a queen in the Caymans?" Pete asks.

"Oh Pete, please don't think anything like that. From the very beginning I was trying to think of a way to bring the money into the country without the government asking a lot of questions. I wanted to find a way for us to get the money without you being suspicious about where it came from. I finally decided to have my mom give it to us when she died." Jane says.

Pete looks at the floor, shakes his head, and takes a deep breath.

"Jane, did you know that you had given me an STD?" Pete asks.

"No Pete, I swear I had no idea. I always take as many precautions as possible to prevent from getting them myself. I insist that the clients always wear condoms and I always wash thoroughly with antibacterial soaps afterwards. Pete I am so sorry about this." Jane sobs.

"Am I correct to assume that since you meet with other men 8 to 10 times per month that you have had sex with me on the same day that you had sex with one of your clients on more than one occasion?" Pete asks.

"No Pete; I have made love with you on days that I've had sex with one of the clients, there's a difference. With them it's just business, with you it's so much more than that. I hope you understand that." Jane says.

"Do you like what you do Jane?" Pete asks.

"What?" Jane asks.

"Do you like what you do? Do you like having sex with other men for money?" Pete asks.

Jane hangs her head, unable to look Pete in the eyes as she gives her response.

"I don't really know hot to answer that question Pete. As far as the sex part goes I don't mind doing it. You of all people know how much I enjoy sex, and sex is all it is, there is no emotion involved, I hope you believe me." Jane says.

"Did you enjoy fucking other men with me being completely oblivious to what you were doing?" Pete asks angrily.

"Pete, I've never been the least bit happy about keeping my job secret from you. That's the one part of the whole thing that I really hated. I've always been concerned about what it would do to you and to our marriage if you were to find out." Jane says.

"Considering that you've been doing it for 8 years I'm sure you really cared about what you were doing to me and to our marriage." Pete says coldly.

"I did care about you and our marriage Pete; honestly I did. I know that it sounds completely stupid and selfish, but if I had thought for one second that you'd ever find out about what I was doing I never would have done it." Jane says.

"You're right, that may be the stupidest most selfish thing I have ever heard. You were okay getting paid to have sex with other men as long as I didn't know. It sure sounds like you enjoyed doing it behind my back to me." Pete says.

"I hated it Pete, but it was something I could deal with because I thought there was no way that you'd ever know. So what do we do now that you know what I've been doing?" Jane asks nervously.

"You're done with this right now. It's over, no more working as a call girl, no more meeting with clients, none of it. Do you understand?" Pete asks.

"Of course Pete, I never should have done it even when I thought that you'd never know about it and there's no way I could bring myself to do it again now that you do know. I'll go over and tell Grace that I can't work for her anymore right now." Jane says.

Pete looks up at Jane with an evil smile on his face.

"No, you won't. I'm going to go over to tell Grace that you can't work for her anymore. In fact I think I'll do that right now. You should stay here by the phone; she might call the cops and I'll probably need you to come down and bail me out of jail in a little while." Pete says.

"Pete, please don't hurt her. This isn't worth you going to jail for. Besides it's more my fault than it is hers. She only gave me the opportunity to do it, but I'm the one that said yes. If you have to take it out on someone, take it out on me." Jane says.

"Even with what you've done Jane I could never bring myself to hit you. I have to take it out on somebody, and since I can't take it out on you I'm gonna have to take it out on her." Pete says.

Jane hangs her head and cries.

Pete goes to the garage, gets his sledgehammer, crosses the street, walks up onto the porch of Jane's pimp Grace Johnson's house and rings the doorbell. Grace is in her early 40's just like Jane.

"Well hello Pete, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Grace asks.

"Grace, would you please step outside for a little while; I don't want you to get hurt by any of the debris that will be flying around." Pete says.

"What are you talking about Pete?" Grace asks.

Pete brings the sledgehammer out from behind his back where he'd been holding it and puts it up on his shoulder.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Grace. I just found out that you've been making money on my wife's 8 years of infidelity, including getting paid by whichever one of them gave her the STD that she passed on to me. Needless to say I'm pretty pissed off by all of this, so since I'm not willing to hurt her or you I'm going to have to settle for venting my rage by destroying your house. Now if you would be so kind as to wait outside so I can get started." Pete says.

Grace is stunned to have been found out. She is also afraid for her safety as Pete is a big strong guy that's really pissed off and he has a sledgehammer in his hands. 

Grace steps out onto the porch, down the steps and into the front yard. She turns to look back at the house once she's in the yard. Pete walks inside and starts swinging the hammer wildly. 

Jane, who is still crying, comes across the street and stands next to Grace.

"I'm so sorry Grace." Jane sobs

"It's okay Jane; how did he find out?" Grace asks.

"He hadn't been feeling well for over a week so went to the doctor. It turns out that he's got an STD. I'm the only person he's ever had sex with in his life so he knew that I am the only one that could have possibly given it to him, which meant that I'd had to cheat on him with someone to pick it up. When I got home he told me he was sick, told me had an STD, and demanded to know the truth. I told him everything; I told him all about how I started working for you, I told him about the money that I have in the Caymans, everything." Jane says.

Grace gives Jane a hug and sighs.

"I suppose this was bound to happen sooner or later, one of the girls' husbands finding out I mean; this STD business is a shock to me. We've taken a lot of steps to keep something like that from being a problem. Do you have an idea of which of your clients might have given it to you?" Grace asks.

"I can't be certain, but I've narrowed it down in my head to two. They should all be told immediately just in case." Jane says.

"Pete probably is the only one that got infected. He's the only one that you have sex with without using a condom." Jane says.

"Well I couldn't exactly ask my own husband to wear a condom when we make love. That would have been a dead giveaway that something was going on. Besides, I don't want anything to ever come between us when we're making love." Jane says.

"Unfortunately making love to Pete without protection has landed us in our current situation. I'll see to it that all of the clients are informed tomorrow when I go to the office. I want to know which one it is that gave it to you so that I can have him pay for the damages that your husband is doing to my house right now." Grace says.

"I'll pay for all of the damages Grace. Pete knows about what I've been doing and about the money. He's a proud man; even if he doesn't divorce me I don't think he'll want anything to do with the money knowing what I did to get it. I'll gladly pay for all of the damage he does in there." Jane says.

"I won't hear of it Jane. You earned that money, and you might need it. Now that Pete knows about what's been going on for the last 8 years you obviously won't be able to work for me anymore, unless he divorces you." Grace says.

"Which is a distinct possibility; and I won't even pretend that I don't deserve it. As my husband Pete has every right to do to me what he's doing to your house right now after what I have done to him. I have been cheating on him for money for eight years. I could see it in his eyes before he came over here, he wanted to hurt me, maybe even kill me for what I've done. Oh god, how was I ever stupid enough to think that it was okay for me to do this as long as he didn't know?" Jane asks.




Pete and Jane



"It was an exciting adventure for you at first Jane. You had been married for 17 years at that time and even in the best relationships things tend to get a little boring after that long. Add to that the fact that in your whole life you'd only been with Pete sexually. After having just one lover in your life and being with him for 17 years, you were curious what it might be like to be with someone else. Working for me you got to talk to the other girls and they told you how great it was to have someone other than their husbands find them sexy and want to be with them. The thought of having other men find you desirable enough sexually that they were willing to pay for your company was very appealing." Grace says.

"But it shouldn't have been Grace. It shouldn't have appealed to me; not for one second. I pledged myself completely; body, heart, and soul to Pete. He's all I ever needed, he's all I still need, but for some reason I got greedy and wanted to have more than just he perfect husband and the perfect marriage so I broke my wedding vows and had sex with other men." Jane says.

She breaks down crying again. Grace holds her.

"I know that Pete still loves you, I just hope that he can forgive you. The girls that work for me have a very nice arrangement, they get the best of both worlds, at least until it gets discovered; then both worlds come crashing down on top of them like this. Speaking of discovered, now that you know that you gave Pete an STD I suggest you get to a doctor quickly and get treatment." Grace says.

"That's the second item on my list of things to do; right behind begging and pleading with Pete not to divorce me." Jane said.

"I hope your pleas don't fall on deaf ears Jane." Grace says.

For over an hour Grace and Jane stand in the yard and listen to the sound of absolute destruction can be heard coming from inside Grace's house, then the sound stops, the front door opens and a sweaty, dusty, tired looking Pete comes walking out breathing heavily with the hammer held on his shoulder.

"Okay Grace; my rage and aggression have been pretty much worked out so that should just about take care of it. I hope you and Jane have already discussed telling all of her clients to get tested right away. Who knows how many others are sick because of this." Pete says.

"The chances are slim that anyone except whoever it was that infected Jane is sick Pete. We are pretty certain that the fact that you don't use a condom when you are with Jane increased your level of exposure a great deal." Grace says.

"Well if I had known that my wife was fucking several other men I'd have damn sure worn a condom." Pete says.

Jane starts sobbing again as Pete's words are ripping her to shreds, even though she knows that she deserves everything he says.

"Pete honey, I am very sorry about all this. I can ask for your forgiveness but I don't deserve it. I promise you that if you give me the chance I will do whatever you ask of me to make this up to you." Jane says.

"I don't know that you can make this up to me Jane. I'll try, but it's not gonna be something I can do easily." Pete says.

"I understand. I'm grateful that you're even giving me a chance after what I've done." Jane says.

"I thought of a question to ask you when I was in there." Pete says.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know." Jane says.

"Are any of you clients guys that I know?" Pete asks.

"What?" Jane asks surprised.

"You said you'd tell me everything and do anything, so tell me, do I know any of the guys you've been fucking?" Pete asks.

Jane's head drops.

"Yes." Jane says.

"God damn it! How many? Who?" Pete asks.

"There are three of them; Mitch, John, and Kyle." Jane says.

"Those fucking bastards! How long have you been fucking them?" Pete asks.

"Mitch has been pretty regular at once a month for 3 years, I've been with John once a month for 2 years, and I've been meeting with Kyle twice a month for the past year." Jane says meekly.

"It's bad enough that you've been fucking guys that I've never met, but you've been fucking guys that I know?" Pete asks.

"It wasn't my idea." Jane says.

"What the fuck to you mean? You said you screen the clients, when you saw that they were potential clients why the fuck didn't you just say no?" Pete asks.

"Somehow Mitch found out what I was doing and he said that he'd tell you if I didn't take him on as a client. He paid well and he's a really big tipper so while I wasn't the least bit happy about the way he became a client the money was good and he was always very gentle when we were having sex. John and Kyle both found out about it from Mitch and they each approached me individually and made the same threat that Mitch had. I had them contact Grace to set things up properly. Pete I'm so sorry, they all threatened to tell you, which I was certain would destroy our marriage. I couldn't lose you Pete, it would kill me." Jane says.

"They threatened to ruin our marriage by telling me what you were doing if you didn't have sex with them? Well you did have sex with them and now I'm going to turn things around on them. They're all married and there's no way they told their wives that they were paying you for sex. It's time that they pay for your mistake, and the mistake they all made when they decided to go behind my back to fuck my wife. They threatened to destroy our marriage unless you had sex with them so now we're going to go destroy their marriages and their lives because they did have sex with you. We'll see you later Grace." Pete says.

Pete takes Jane by the arm, puts her in the car and drives to the home of Mitch Lewis and his family. Jane knows exactly what Pete expects from her now so she follows him to the door.

"Pete, Jane, come in, to what do we owe this visit?" Lisa asks.

"Hi Lisa, is Mitch home?" Pete asks.

"Yes, he's in the living room. Come on in." Lisa says.

Pete makes his way to the living room.

"Hey buddy, good to see you. Grab a cold one and have a seat." Mitch says.

"I'm sorry can't stay very long; we're pretty busy today. We just came by to tell the two of you something very important." Pete says.

"What is so important that you had to tell us in person?" Lisa asks.

"Jane." Pete says.

"Lisa, you had better go to a doctor some time within the next few days to have yourself tested for STD's." Jane says.

"What? Why would I do that?" Lisa asks.

"Because I gave one to Pete." Jane says.

"I don't understand why that means I should go get tested." Lisa says.

"You might not understand it Lisa, but Mitch does. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but Mitch has been paying Jane for sex once a month for over 3 years. From what Jane tells me she had sex with Mitch a few days after I got sick so if she gave it to me she could have given it to him too. So if you've had sex with him recently he might have given it to you." Pete says.

Lisa looks at Pete and Jane, then at Mitch; she can see in his face that what she had just heard was true.

"Get the hell out of here you son of a bitch, you'll be served with divorce papers tomorrow." Lisa says.

"Lisa please, we can talk about this." Mitch says.

"There's nothing to talk about Mitch. You've been fucking around on me for three years. Get the fuck out of here or I'll call the cops." Lisa says.

Mitch quickly leaves the house.

"I'm very sorry about all this Lisa. He found out that I was working as a call girl and said he'd tell Pete if I didn't..." Jane says.

"Yeah, that sounds like Mitch alright. He'll use any advantage he can to get what he wants. I'm sure that the bastard enjoyed every minute of it." Lisa says.

After destroying Mitch's happy life and his marriage to Lisa; Pete and Jane drive to the home of John White and his wife Mary. John opens the door with a plate full of meat in his hands.

"Pete, Jane, good to see you, come on in. Honey, Pete and Jane are here." John says.

"It's so good to see you both. We were just about to cook up some steaks, won't you join us?" John asks.

"We'd love to Mary, but we can't stay long." Pete says.

"Why not?" John asks.

"We've got a lot of things to do today. We just stopped by to tell you and Mary that you should both get checked for STDs seeing how you have been paying Jane for sex for over 2 years, and she unknowingly gave me an STD recently. We're recommending that everyone that has had sex with her within the last two months and any other partners they have had over that time get tested, just to be safe." Pete says.

A shriek of pain goes up from John as Mary stabs the barbecue fork into his arm.

"Consider yourself divorced you son of a bitch." Mary says.

"Mary, I'm sorry that you had to find out like this." Jane says.

"I'd rather know than not know, and if I have to hear it, I'm glad I heard it from people that are involved and not simply as hearsay from some town gossip." Mary says.

Pete and Jane then drive to the home of Kyle and Beth Martin.

"Jane, Pete, come on in, can I offer you a drink?" Beth asks.

"Thanks but no, we can't stay very long. We just came by to suggest that you have yourselves tested for STD's. Kyle has been paying me for sex for over a year and I unknowingly gave Pete an STD recently so I might have passed it on to others as well. So just to be safe we think that you should go to a doctor and get checked out right away." Jane says.

Beth starts to cry, and then she gets angry.

"Get the fuck out of here you bastard. I'm a fucking lawyer asshole so you'd better find one better than me if you have any hope of getting anything in the divorce." Beth yells at Kyle.

Kyle starts to protest but Beth throws a lamp at him so he ducks out of the room, out of the house, and drives away.

After taking revenge on the three clients that he knows by ruining their marriages Pete and Jane go home. Jane is very nervous as they sit across from each other at the kitchen table.

"I don't know whether getting revenge on Mitch, John, and Kyle made you feel any better or not, but I'm glad that none of them still had any kids under 18 living at home." Jane says.

"Yeah, now that it's done I feel bad for what I did to Lisa, Mary, and Beth. I kind of destroyed their lives in the process of destroying their husbands' lives." Pete says.

"Yeah, but just like you deserve someone better than me after what I've done to you, they each deserve someone better than they had after what they had done." Jane says.

Jane reaches across the table and takes Pete's hands in hers.

"So what do we do now? Where do we go from here?" Jane asks.

"I don't really know Jane. This whole thing still has me pretty messed up. I mean I got some revenge out of my system by trashing Grace's house and destroying the lives of 3 so called friends, but I haven't done anything to you. You're the one that wronged me, you're the one that hurt me the most, but I have done nothing to you." Pete says.

"Pete I'm willing to take any retribution you want to take out on me. Beat me within an inch of my life if you want. Go out and have sex with as many women as you want. Tell everyone what I've done; let everyone look at me for what I really am. Just please, keep loving me. I have no right to ask you to keep loving me after what I've done, but I love you with all that I am and it would kill me to lose you." Jane says.

"Jane, I told you, I could never raise my hand against you. I could never cheat on you either, even after you cheated on me for 8 years. The last thing I want is for this to get out, they might be adults and out on their own, but just imagine what this would do to the kids." Pete says.

"Then what can I do, what can you do to me to make this right?" Jane asks.

"I don't know Jane. I'll have to think about it for a while. I'm pretty tired right now I think I'm going to go to bed." Pete says.

"Okay. I love you." Jane says.

Pete doesn't say anything, he just goes upstairs.

Jane sits at the kitchen table and cries as she thinks about what she's done. She had the perfect husband, the perfect marriage, and then she'd become a call girl, a prostitute, a whore. She had never thought about herself like that before, but since Pete had found out everything she had done while working for Grace over the past 8 years seemed much dirtier, much nastier. 

She might not have been standing on a street corner giving guys blowjobs in the backseat of their cars for $20, but she was a married woman that had been accepting money to have sex with other men.

Jane felt filthy and nasty. She got up from the table, rushed do the downstairs bathroom and got in the shower without even taking her clothes off. The water had a soothing effect on Jane and her tears subsided.

When she stepped out of the shower she still felt dirty for what she had done, but she was determined to be perfectly clean from that point on.

She was tired so she stripped off her wet clothes and went upstairs to the master bedroom. As she walked into the room she noticed that the bed was empty.

"Pete? Pete? Where are you sweetie?" Jane asks.

There's no response so Jane starts looking in the other rooms. She finds him sound asleep in the guest room. She tears up again.

"I've hurt him so much that he doesn't even want to share a bed with me anymore. God, what have I done?" Jane asks.

The next morning Jane gets up and goes to the guest room to check on Pete, but the bed is empty. She makes her way downstairs and finds Pete sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. She pours herself a cup and sits down across from him. It is clear to Jane that Pete is lost deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about sweetie?" Jane asks.

Pete is a little startled as he was almost entirely unaware of her presence in the room.

"Oh, good morning. I'm trying to think of how we can get that money into the country right away either undetected or legally." Pete says.

"I wasn't sure you'd want anything to do with money considering that I made it from cheating on you." Jane says.

"Well I can't say that I'm exactly thrilled about how you made it, but the fact is that you did earn that money. There's no sense throwing away 8 years worth of earnings, even if it did come from something that hurts this much. How much money is it by the way?" Pete asks.

"Just a second and I'll tell you." Jane says.

Jane gets up from the table, walks to the computer in the office, and pulls up a file she had kept hidden that has her records in it.

"It's roughly $750,000." Jane says.

"$750,000? So you've been making almost $100,000 a year fucking around on me? Holy shit! If you were making that kind of money it's no wonder you didn't feel guilty enough about it to tell me. That would more than pay off what we owe on the house, give each of the kids some money either for college or to pay off their student loans, and I could get that new truck that you've been saying I can't have for the past 3 years. I trust you have no objections to me getting it now." Pete says.

"You can have whatever you want Pete. You can have all of the money, it's yours; I want you to have it. Do whatever you want with it. I'll give you whatever you want and do whatever you ask because I want so badly to show you how sorry I am for all of this." Jane says.

"You know, the money won't make up for what you did, I will still have to find a way to get some kind of vengeance for what you did." Pete says.

"I understand, whatever you decide to do, I deserve it." Jane says.

"So the question now is; how the hell do we bring that much money into the country from the Cayman Islands without anyone asking any questions?" Pete asks.

"I told you that I planned on having it go through my mom's estate when she dies. With the inheritance tax and the fines for the unreported assets we'd have gotten about 35% of it." Jane says.

"That's no good, your mother is never going to die just to spite me; so we'd never get the money that way. Although; unless she already knows about what you've been doing for the past 8 years the news might kill her." Pete says.

"She doesn't know Pete, and I don't want her to ever know." Jane says.

"Okay, I won't tell her. You're going to tell her that she either has to start being nicer to me or I will physically throw her out of the house from now on. I assume that you won't protest to that considering what has happened. I've put up with her shit for too long and I refuse to play nice anymore." Pete says.

"I'll tell her that she can't come here anymore if it makes you happy, but let's deal with one problem at a time Pete, how are we going to get the money into the country?" Jane asks.

They sit at the table thinking silently for a few minutes.

"I've got it! We'll go on vacation!" Pete says.

"What?" Jane asks.

"We'll go on vacation. We'll take a vacation to the Cayman Islands, there are a lot of casinos down there, we'll just cash out your accounts and report the money as casino winnings. We'll lose like 35% in taxes by reporting it, but we'd still get to keep almost $490,000. Plus you and I haven't been on a vacation in a long time; I think it would be really good for us to just get away from here for a while right now. What do you think?" Pete asks.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now than go on vacation to a beautiful location with the man I love." Jane says.

They make the arrangements for their trip. Before they leave they talk to Grace and are pleased to find out that the man that infected Jane had been found and had agreed to pay for the damage that Pete had done to Grace's house. Grace also tells them that all of Jane's other clients had been informed that they should get tested and that Jane had retired from the business.

After two weeks in the Cayman Islands Pete and Jane come home with nearly $490,000 in what they declare as lucky gambling winnings when they come through customs. The government got their cut of the money so they let Pete and Jane keep the rest of the money no questions asked.

Pete and Jane go straight from the airport to the bank to pay off their house; then they go to the car dealership to buy Pete's new truck.

They are both on antibiotics to clear up the STD and after two months they go to the doctor together and are given clean bills of health.

Things aren't exactly like they had been before Pete found out about Jane's job, but they are very close.

Six months after finding out what Jane had been doing behind his back for 8 years Pete surprises Jane by taking her out for a special dinner on a Saturday night.

"This is wonderful Pete, what's the occasion?" Jane asks.

"I've finally decided what I will do to get some vengeance for what you did." Pete says.

"I don't know that something like that deserves a meal at a fancy restaurant, but I've been praying that you'd find a way to make things right. What must I do?" Jane asks.

"It's not something you must do; it's something that I must do." Pete says.

"So you've decided to find other women to have sex with then? Okay, just please be discreet about it." Jane says.

"I'm not going to have sex with other women Jane." Pete says.

"Then what is it that you will do to get back at me?" Jane asks.

"I forgive you." Pete says.

"What?" Jane asks in disbelief.

"I forgive you. I forgive you for working for Grace for 8 years. I forgive you for 8 years of infidelity. I forgive you for all of it." Pete says.

"How is that supposed to get back at me?" Jane asks.

"You've told me hundreds, if not thousands of times that you'll never be able to forgive yourself for what you did. Well I've accepted that to be true. So by forgiving you when you can't forgive yourself I only make the guilt you feel more intense. The pain you caused me will never go away, it has scarred my heart forever. My vengeance for what you did is to forgive you for that scar when you cannot forgive yourself for it." Pete says.




Pete and Jane



Jane tears up.

"Let's go home. I need to thank you properly for giving me this pain; the pain that will keep us together." Jane says.

They go home and make love.



Pete and Joe Get Laid



Pete and Joe have been friends all their lives. As such, they have shared quite a bit in the 30 or so odd years they have known each other. They shared a neighborhood. They shared a school. They shared friends. They shared the same drunken babe the night of their first sexual experience. They now share an apartment, and in a few minutes they will be sharing a pizza.

"You did order the pizza," Pete asks quizzically, "right Joe?"

"Yea, I ordered the damn pizza."

"Extra sausage?" Pete asks.

"I got your sausage," says Joe sarcastically.

"What's taking Jose so long, he's usually much quicker?" asks Pete.

"What am I his mother? How should I know?" Joe adds.

Suddenly the door buzzer rings. Joe goes over to the intercom and presses the button. "Hello."

"Pizza," a voice says.

"Alright, come on up." Moments later there is a knock on the door.

"Coming."

Joe opens the door and in pops in an energetic young man carrying a pizza box.

"Yo, dudes, wuz up? Ah man, let me tell you. I had the best bitch last night. This bitch was amazing! She could suck the white off rice. I mean she was hot. She did me every way till sundown. I got no sleep last night, this bitch had me pumpin' all night. She sucked me dry, she sucked my ass. I sucked her pussy. I sucked her tities and I mean she had the most perfect tities. I mean the biggest tities you ever seen...and her ass, ah man, to die for! Ah, bros, you should have seen this bitch!" said Jose energetically, "I mean she was hot, and a freak in bed!"

"Sounds hot," said Joe.

"Was she. I mean she cleaned my pipes," said Jose, "that be twelve bucks, by the way."

"Here, keep the change."

"So, what you dudes doing tonight?" asked Jose, "I bet you getting some action yourselves."

"Ah, we waiting on a couple of babes." replied Joe.

"Alright! You guys don't wear 'em out too bad, hear?" Jose said.

"Yea, we'll try not to break 'em in half," said Joe.

"I hear ya. Later dudes."

"Later."

Jose left the apartment as Pete and Joe stared at the pizza on the table like they were waiting for it to get up and dance.

"We waiting on a couple of babes?" Pete said.

"Ah, well, yes." said Joe.

"We been waiting on a couple of babes for about the last ten years." Pete said, "Like waiting for Godot."

"Alright, so we ain't exactly Don Juan." said Joe.

"Ain't exactly Don Juan? Heck, you haven't had pussy since the pussy had you," Pete said, "Shit, you still got that condom in your wallet since high school prom."

"I can't help it Sharon Keller got sick that night." said Joe.

"Eat your pizza." said Pete, "I guess we're both just a couple of hard up losers."

"Join the club."

After dinner, the two men sit on the sofa and watch TV.

"Pete man, do you feel like renting a skin flick on pay for view?" Joe asks, "Maybe it'll give us some ideas."

"Yea, sure. Can't hurt."

The two men order the porno movie and turn it on. While some boring porno flick music plays obnoxiously in the background a pizza deliveryman approaches a house.

He then rings the doorbell. A hot looking blonde wearing only panties answers the door and immediately drags him inside. She happens to have an equally hot looking friend over, also wearing nothing but panties, and they all start to have wild sex. There is a lot of grunting, moaning and slurping sounds over the boring porno music.

"Eureka! I got it! I am a genius! Man, you are going to love me! I deserve a Nobel Prize for this." Joe suddenly exclaims, "I have the answer to all our problems!"

"Dude, can you even spell genius?" asks Pete.

"Man, you know how Jose is always bragging about all the pussy he scores?" continues Joe.

"Ah, yea, so?"

"You know how the Pizza delivery guy is always getting all the babes in the porn flicks?"asks Joe.

"Ah, something to do with his twelve inch cock maybe?" Pete says.

"Seriously," starts Joe, "I finally figured it out. Women dig pizza delivery guys. Pizza delivery guys get laid!"

"Um, I think I'm losing I.Q. points just talking to you right now. Look, dude, rock stars get laid. Sports figures get laid. Tiger Woods gets laid. Bill Gates probably gets laid. Pizza delivery guys deliver pizza." explains Pete.

"Man, I think it must be the uniform. Women dig a guy in uniform." adds Joe.

"Look, women dig a guy in uniform if the uniform has five stars on it and says general. Not if it says Dominoes and has a hand written nametag on it with 'AssFace' scribbled in crayon. What have you been smoking?" asks Pete.

"All we have to do is get jobs as a pizza delivery guy and we will be living like rock stars. We'll have more pussy than we'll know what to do with." says Joe.

"You have more stupidity than you know what to do with. When they were handing out stupidity, did you go back up for seconds?" Pete asks, "Were you born this stupid or did it take years of practice? I would say you are as dumb as dirt, but that would be insulting dirt."

"Look man, it won't hurt to try. I'm willing to quit my job at the fast food joint to change careers."

"Ooh, a big career move." says Pete.

"I just need you to drive me around, since you have the car." adds Joe.

"I figured I had to be involved in your idiot scheme somehow." says Pete, "OK, I'll give this a shot, just to humor your royally dumb ass."

"Thanks bro, you won't regret this."

The next day the two went to the local Dominoes and Joe applied for a job as a driver.

"You have any pizza experience?" asks the guy behind the counter.

"I've ordered pizza before." explains Joe.

"Do you have a car?"

"No, but my friend here will drive me." answers Joe.

"Do you have any references?"

"My mother will probably say something nice about me." adds Joe.

"OK, you're hired."

"Oh thank you. You won't regret this!" exclaims Joe.

"I need a pie delivered to 41 Main."

"Yes sir!"

Pete and Joe get in the car with Pete behind the wheel and head to Main Street to deliver the pie. "I just know there will be a horny babe at the door. Probably a bunch of horny cheerleaders looking for a man." Joe says.

"Probably a bunch of leather clad gay guys looking for some ass." says Pete, "If they're looking for an asshole, I think they've found one."

"I think you have no faith in me."

"I think you're right." says Pete.

They pull up to 41 Main. Joe gets out of the car with the pizza and goes up to the door. He knocks. The door opens and a balding middle age man with no shirt appears. "Pizza. Oh good. How much I owe you?" he asks.

"That'll be ten bucks." replies Joe.

"Here."

"Thanks."

Joe returns to the car. Pete is still at the wheel with the engine running. "Damn Joe, you fucked all those cheerleaders already. You are the man." Pete says sarcastically.

"Alright, alright."

They return to the pizza place. Joe goes in. "I have two pies going to 178 Bradley Court." his boss tells him.

The two take off and arrive at their destination. Joe hesitates then says, "There has to be a woman here."

"There has to be." Pete adds.

Joe goes up to the door and rings the bell. The door opens and a large woman in stretched out sweatpants and curlers in her hair answers the door.

"Oh good my dinner!" she exclaims obviously excited at the sight of food. Joe finishes the transaction and runs back to the car.

"No supermodel convention, huh?" Pete asks.

"Very funny." says Joe.

Once again they are back at the store. "Got a pie going to 247 Madison."

They head off in the car. "We have to get lucky this time." Joe says.

"Oh we have to."

They arrive and once again Joe goes to the door and rings the bell. The door opens and a shapely brunette answers the door. She is wearing a sexy black dress.

"Hello there." she says, "Would you like to come in?"

Joe gets so excited he almost hurts himself. At last, he gets lucky he thinks to himself. "What's your name?" she asks.

"Uh Joe." he manages to get out.

"Your a handsome young man," she says, "and so strong". She is stroking his arm. Joe can hardly believe his good fortune. He says to himself he knew he was right about pizza delivery guys.

"I've been looking for a man like you," she says as she grabs his hand and leads him into the bedroom. Joe can hardly contain his excitement. "Please, take your clothes off and lie down on the bed for me, honey," 

"Oh, for you anything. I mean, really, my pleasure." stammers Joe. She then takes Joe's hands and pulling out a pair of handcuffs proceeds to handcuff Joe to the headboard.

"I see you like to get a little rough." Joe comments.

"Oh, you have no idea."

The girl then removes her dress revealing a black leather bra with studs and leather panties. She reaches behind the bed and produces a whip.

"Oh, you do like it rough, ouch...um, take it easy!"

"Have you been a bad boy?" she asks politely.

"Ah, the worst thing I ever did was come here." answers Joe.

"I have something for you." she says softly.

Now what, Joe thinks. Is she really going to give me a present after all this? He wonders. The girl in the studded underwear then reaches into a drawer and pulls out a large black rubber penis and straps it on to her leather panties.

"Here I come honey with your present!"

"Yikes! Help!" shouts Joe.

An hour later Joe returns to the car. Pete is at the wheel half-asleep. Joe gets in the car and slams the door shut. "Did you get laid?" Pete asks groggily.

"I don't want to talk about it." Joe says in a serious tone, "I don't think I'm cut out for the pizza business."

"OK, we'll go back home."

The next night Pete and Joe are in their usual positions on the sofa in front of the TV. There is a documentary on about prison life.

"Man, you think we have it rough, it could always be worse." Pete says.

"Yea, I'll say." Joe adds.

The documentary starts to talk about women's prisons. There is an interview with a couple of women prisoners discussing the hardships.

"Pete, I got it!" Joe shouts excitedly, "Bro, I really am a genius this time!"

"Bro, do you know what the word means?"

"No, seriously, I have the answer to all our problems." Joe states.

"I think a psychiatrist is the answer to your problem." Pete says.

"Really. I have a sure way for us to get laid."

"Really, sure, huh."

"You know how women's prisons are full of women that have not seen a man in years?" Joe asks.

"Uh, so?"

"Well, we just have to hang out by a women's prison. When the girls get released, we'll be the first guy they'll see." Joe says.

"This is your prize winning idea?"

"What's wrong with it? What can go wrong?" Joe asks.

"Not sure yet, but I'm sure something will." answers Pete.

"Don't worry, this is a sure thing." Joe assures him.

"I was afraid you'd say that."

The two get a good nights sleep and in the morning set off in Pete's car for the nearest woman's prison. It is about an hour away.

"Let's stop at the liquor store." suggests Joe.

"Good idea, I could use a drink." Pete says.

"No, for the ladies. We should have something for the fine looking babes when they come out of jail." Joe says.

They stop at the next liquor store they see and pick up a twelve pack of beer. They get back in the car and continue on their way.

"It's just a mile up the road Pete. I'm feeling great right now. No way we can miss with this one."

They enter the prison parking lot and park the car. They get out of the car with the beer. After asking a few questions of people in the area, they figure out where the exit is and make themselves comfortable.

"Now what?" asks Pete.

"We just make ourselves comfortable until the hot babes come out."

An hour or so passes and no hot babes. "Um, Joe." Pete says, "Give me a beer. I'm getting thirsty."

"Good idea. I could use one too."

Another twenty minutes or so pass with no activity. Suddenly a pair of large burly looking females comes out the door. They start walking in the direction of Pete and Joe. "Pete, Pete, look!" Joe says excitedly, "Here come the women!"

"Are you sure these are women?" Pete asks cautiously.

"Man, I bet these babes are hot to trot. I bet these babes are dyin' for some action." Joe says.

The girls approach the two men. Joe strolls up carrying the twelve pack. "Would you ladies like to join my friend and myself for a drink?" Joe asks in a friendly tone.

'POW' One of the women kicks Joe hard in the nuts while the second punches him in the face. The two each grab a leg and turn him upside down as his money falls out of his pockets and on the ground. They then grab the money and the twelve pack and run off. Pete is seen running in the other direction as fast as he can.

Back in the car Pete asks, "How are your balls?"

"Really, I don't want to talk about it."

"OK, we'll go back home." Pete says, "I can't wait for your next bright idea, genius."

Back at the house the following night Pete is watching TV and Joe is reading a magazine. He is reading an article about women who are addicted to sex. He is totally absorbed in the article and for some time does not say a word.

"Pete, Pete!"

"Yea Joe."

"Pete man, I got an idea how we can get laid that can't fail. This is true genius!"

"I'm worried already."

"Pete, it says here in this article that there are women that are totally addicted to sex. They'll screw anything that moves, even us."

"So."

"Pete man, don't you see we just have to meet these women and we are in like Flynn."

"Joe, where we going to meet women like that?"

"Dude, it says here there is an organization, SLAA. Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous. We just have to go on the Internet and find out where the nearest woman's meeting is." explains Joe.

"And, then what genius?"

"Then, um, we just happen to be strolling through the parking lot about ten minutes before the start of the meeting." continues Joe.

"And what? These women are just going to grab us and stuff us in the car and take us home and screw our brains out. I think your brain is already screwed out."

"No. We, um, we just have to come up with a good story. Like, um, we're from out of town and we were driving through the neighborhood and our car broke down,"

starts Joe, "and since it is too late to get it repaired, we have to find a hotel till morning. We just ask these women if they know where the nearest hotel is. We happen to have just enough money for a room."

"Uh, I don't know. It don't sound too bad, but um.."

"But, um, what?" asks Joe.

"Alright. We'll give it a shot. This just might work."

The men get a good night sleep and the next day Joe looks on the net and finds the location of the nearest SLAA woman's meeting. It is about two hours away. They get directions off the net and head on out in the afternoon. Joe is in his usual good mood and Pete is his normally skeptical self.

"Pete man, I'm really feeling good about this."

"Good Joe. Glad to hear it."

"Pete man, stop at the liquor store. I want to get a bottle of something."

"Why, so when you get kicked in the balls this time you won't feel it?" Pete asks sarcastically.

"Dude, I think you got no faith in me."

"Dude, I think you're right."

They stop at the nearest liquor store and Joe runs in and gets a bottle of brandy. He runs back out to the car and gets in.

"Something for the ladies, to get them in the mood. Not that it will be necessary this time." says Joe.

"I'm sure they'll just look at us and take their clothes off."

"That is the idea." says Joe.

After a bit of driving, Joe opens the bottle of brandy and takes a swig. "Want some?" he asks.

"No, I'm driving." Pete says, "I thought that was for the ladies."

"And for me. A few swigs can't hurt."

As they drive to their destination Joe continues to drink from the bottle. As he continues to drink, it is obvious he is becoming intoxicated. "Yo bro, do you think you should be drinking so much?" asks Pete.

"Yo man, I'm just loosening up. Better to get my freak on, you hear?" says Joe.

The men arrive at their destination and park in the parking lot. They get out of the car and walk towards the building. Joe is carrying the bottle of brandy in a paper bag. "We'll just wait here by the building till the hot babes show up." Joe says, slightly stuttering from drunkenness.

A few moments later three tall blondes appear walking in the direction of Pete and Joe. "Pete man, do you see what I see! Ah, man. Just like I imagined."

The blondes are getting closer. "Pete, let me do the talking. I got the natural rap, you hear?"

As the tall blondes get within range Joe leaps forward. "Hey ladies. My friend and I are from out of town and, um, our car broke, and, um, do you know where the nearest hotel is?" Joe stammered.

"So you boys want to go to a hotel?" one of the blondes asks in a husky voice. She is tall with lots of makeup.

"Ah yes!" Joe exclaims. "We'll take our car. Follow us. Alright!" He turns to Pete and says,"Man, was that easy or what?"

"Ah, I don't know Joe."

"Ah, come on man!" Joe says emphatically.

The five of them pile into Pete's car. One of the blondes gives Pete directions to the nearest hotel and they are on their way. The blonde explains it is cheap and they are well known there. "You girls sure are tall, aren't you?" Joe asks.

"I'm six foot one," one of them says.

"Oh, big girls. Ya hear that Pete?"

"Yes, we are big." one of the blondes says. The others giggle.

Pete can't help but notices the 'girls' seem awfully large and seem to have very deep voices. "Ah, Joe. Can I talk to you in private?" Pete asks.

"Not now Pete, we're almost at the hotel."

"Ah, Joe, I think we should talk. I have a bad feeling..."

"Ah come on Pete. You should be feeling good, like me." Joe says.

"Your cute sugar." one of the blondes says as she pinches Joe on the cheek.

"See Pete, we're going to have a ball." Joe says, "Look we're here."

"Ah Joe, I just have a bad feeling...um."

"What's the matter Pete, you don't feel good?" asks Joe.

"Yea, that's it. I don't feel good. You go on without me." says Pete.

"You sure? We're gonna have a ball." says Joe.

Giggle from the blondes. "Yea, I'm sure Joe."

The four of them go into the hotel. About an hour later Joe returns to the car not looking nearly as thrilled as when he left. Again Pete is half-asleep at the wheel. "Did you get laid?" Pete asks groggily.

"I don't want to talk about it." Joe answers in a serious tone.

"You know, maybe some people weren't meant to get laid." says Pete.

"Man, even eggs can get laid. Why not us?" answers Joe.

"You hungry Joe?"

"Yea, I guess so."

The two men start down the road and stop at the nearest restaurant. They park the car and make their way towards the entrance. Standing by the entrance are two girls looking rather sad. They approach Pete and Joe.

"Hi. Are you two heading North after you leave?" one of them asks politely.

"Why yes. Why do ask?" says Pete.

"Well, our boyfriends dumped us and we are kinda in a bind. By the way my name is Nancy and this is Sue."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Joe and my friend here is Pete."

And that is the way Pete and Joe met Sue and Nancy. Last we heard Pete and Sue had been married five years and had two kids. Joe and Nancy had been married just over four years with one kid and another on the way.

Which just goes to show, even eggs can get laid.



Pete and the Cum Slut Cocksucker



There should really be an introductory story before this one. But I was too excited about starting this one!

So, a bit of background:

Pete, a shy 18 year old virgin, has just been seduced by his Mom. They've been having sex (just the vanilla kind at this stage) all weekend. It's Monday morning: 

*

Mom and I were sitting eating breakfast. Mom was wearing a see-through negligee with nothing underneath, not even panties. She hadn't showered yet and there were dirty sexy smells coming from between her thighs. My cock started to stir.

"The girls were thrilled to hear about us getting together." Mom said casually.

"Whoa, what girls," I exclaimed "you've been telling other people about what we've been up to?"

"Just my girlfriends, you know the ones I had coffee with yesterday afternoon, Sally, Sandra and Kate."

I couldn't put faces to any of these names. I realised that I didn't know much about Mom and her friends.

"I told them everything about the last two days, every hot, sticky detail. They were very impressed."

"They were especially interested in you. How you performed. What sort of a cock you've got. All that sort of thing." Mom continued. 

"What did you tell them about my cock?" I asked. Both embarrassed and intrigued.

"That it was beautiful to look at. That it was big and thick and hard. That it shot out more cum than I've ever seen!" she said with a big sexy grin. 

"You mean every time we fuck these girls are gonna know all the details? Do they tell you about their sex lives?"

"Of course." Mom replied, though I wasn't sure to which question. 

"That reminds me," she said "Sally is coming over this afternoon. She wants you to help her out with a fantasy thing she has."

"Fantasy?"

"She wants to be your cocksucking slut. She asked me if you would do it and I said you'd be only too happy."

"Do what exactly?"

"Oh you just have to lie back and let her suck you off. I thought it might be nice to get sucked for the first time by someone besides me. But," she looked at me "here's the important part. You've got to abuse and verbally degrade the shit out of her. Call her lots of dirty names. While she's sucking your cock. Slut, bitch, whore, anything."

"She really wants it to happen. It's a big thing she's wanted to do for ages. You'll do it for her won't you honey?" Mom reached over and started to fondle my cock. 

"What's she like this Sally?" I wasn't committing to letting any old whore suck my cock. Hey, a week ago I was a virgin. The only woman I'd had sex with so far was my Mom and now I'm being picky!

"Relax," said Mom "she's quite attractive, a bit shy and quiet but I reckon she's a real slut when it comes to sex."

"She's got nice tits." She added.

"Sound interesting. OK I'll do it." I said trying to sound not interested at all.

"Oh thanks darling," Mom shot me a grateful smile "she'll be here at two. I have to go out but I'm sure you two will hit it off without me. Goodness is that the time. I've got to fly. I am so late!" 

I saw Mom's big tits sway and jiggle as she jumped up. Instantly horny.

"Hell," I said to myself "two o'clock. I need some cock action now!" 

Mom was already in her bedroom. I got there just in time to see her lift her arms to take off the negligee. I sort of football tackled her on to the bed, getting a face full of boobs in the process. I got her on her back and pressed both her arms against the bed. 

"You're not leaving till I get a fuck." I said.

Mom made a snarl with her lips then reached up to give me a deep French kiss, making growling noises as she did so.

"You wanna fuck? Come on then! Let's see what you've got." She snarled.

I was in that cunt in a flash. I lifted up and rammed home as hard as I could. I felt like I was raping her. But Mom was a real pro. Each time I lifted to draw out she lifted too. She might have been underneath but she totally controlled the in and out movements of my cock. Her cunt muscles held my cock in a vicious grip. It was she who did the raping. I was sucked dry in about a minute flat.

She pushed me off a jumped for the shower before I could do anything else.

I lay there panting, satisfied, my cock totally flaccid. Wow what a woman I thought!

................................................................

It was five to two and I was more than ready for Sally. I was in the lounge, watching TV. Slight difference to normal: my pants were round my ankles and I was sporting a raging hard-on. I hadn't showered after my fuck with Mom. So my cock was all greasy and it stunk a fair bit too. The slut can suck it clean I had decided.

Mom's had said before she left "Hope you enjoy yourself with Sally. Don't forget to be tough."

Twenty past two now. Where was the slut? I had been so horny for the last couple of hours!

I heard a car draw up the driveway and stop. A moment later I heard: 

"Hello-oo, anybody home?" It was a female voice coming from the open back door. Sally!

"In here," I called "come on through."

"Hi, I was..." Sally didn't finish her sentence. She'd bounded into the room and was now standing in front of me, mouth wide open, eyes wide open, staring at my cock.

I was staring too. Sally was a stunner. I was expecting a forty something lady but I was looking at a young woman no older than twenty three, twenty four. Pretty face, small rosebud mouth, shortish light brown hair. And Mom was wrong about the tits too. They weren't nice, they were fantastic! It was a hot day and Sally was wearing a low cut blouse showing plenty of cleavage with a pair of really big firm looking tits pressing real tight against the soft white material. Ah! Sally, I'd seen her around the street, she'd visited Mom quite a bit recently. I'd already lusted mightily after these tits!

She was also wearing a wedding ring. Married! Did all Mom's friends get up to extra nooky while their hubby's were at work? Hey, not my problem. My only problem was getting this bitch to suck my cock.

Sally was still staring, still speechless, I guess totally overwhelmed at her fantasy coming true. 

I recovered my wits first. "OK cocksucker, down on your knees and get to work!" I demanded. 

Sally tore her eyes away from my cock and looked at me. There was a look of bewilderment on the pretty face, her mouth open saying a silent "Oh!"

She's playing hard to get I thought, time to get tough. I looked her straight in the eyes "Listen cum slut I haven't got all day. Get down and get sucking!"

"I said get down on your fucking knees!" I shouted.

Still she hesitated, looking at me, looking at my cock, looking back at me. She's having second thoughts I said to myself, she's gonna chicken out. 

"OK bitch, I count to three, if you aren't sucking my cock by then I'm kicking your arse out of here. One!"

She lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt down!

"Two!"

She took my cock with her right hand. She gave me one last uncertain look.

"Three!"

Oh my God! It was in her mouth! Oh yes! This was unbelievable. I started to relax; my whole being had been tensed up. She pulled out though, a look of distaste on her face.

"What's the problem?" I said "This is your kind of cock isn't it cum slut?"

I got hold of her hair and pulled back onto the cock.

"Nice mixture of my cum and Mom's cunt cream" 

She looked up at me in surprise but slowly, gently she moved her head forward and took it further in. I could feel her lips stretch, I could feel her tongue underneath, and I could feel the heat. This was gonna be Heaven.

She was starting off slow and kind of unsure still. But that was OK, I was already fighting back the urge to cum. Way down the shaft she went, slowly, not sure how much she could take I guess. Then out to the cockhead leaving a slick trail of her saliva behind. A few more tentative moves down the shaft and she seemed to become more confident and built up a steady rhythm. Down all the way; back to the tip, down half way, a little twist with the mouth, back out, all the way back down.

This was Heaven! Now to make things even better:

"Get ya tits out!" I demanded. 

Sally seemed glad of the break as she let go my cock, breathing heavily. She started to unbutton the blouse.

"Did I say you could stop sucking? Did I?"

"No." said Sally as she quickly put my cock back in.

"No Sir! You dirty little cum slut!" I shouted.

"No thur." mumbled Sally, the cum slut, as she started back sucking and as she pulled her arms from the blouse. She reached behind and in two seconds the bra fell away and her fantastic tits swayed free.

I grabbed her by the hair and roughly pulled her back. My cock plopped out, saliva ran down her chin. She looked like the cocksucking whore she really was. I opened my legs a bit more and pulled towards me. Her tits were now in groping distance. And grope them I did! 

I had to admit they were better than Mom's too. Mom's were as big but these were a better shape, the nipples stood higher (hard as rivets by the way) and her skin naturally being younger was smoother and tauter. Hey, Mom's were a boob job anyway and these, as far as I could tell, were hundred percent naturals.

I fondled them, I squeezed them, and I twisted and pulled at the nipples. But Sally didn't seem excited. Too many guys had been there before me I guessed. She was going off the boil. Quickly I got her back to the real job.

"Back to the cock, cum slut." Boy, did I enjoy calling her that. And she obeyed with no hesitation this time. In no time back to the same rhythm.

"Enjoying yourself cocksucker." I asked.

"Mmmmmmm." was the reply. 

Couple minutes passed, I was gonna cum pretty soon. Time for another diversion. I pulled her off.

"Stand up and take off the skirt."

This she did. Getting good at doing what she's told I decided. She stood there, getting her breath back covered in a slick sheen of perspiration. It was quite a hot summer day after all. She stood there, in only a pair of white cotton briefs (what a sweet innocent touch!). Was it perspiration that made the front of the panties so wet? I didn't think so. The horny bitch must be enjoying herself I decided.

"Panties." She quickly complied.

"Over my knees, whore." I grunted. She came forward and bent across my knees. I felt her heavy tits brush my thighs as she did.

"Lift your ass and open your legs, I need a good look at what I've got here." I said.

What I got was an exquisite tight pink bud of an asshole. So tight and so fuckable. I nearly came just looking at it. The cunt; well, just another cum slut cunt really (only the second one I'm looking at and already I'm an expert!). Sopping wet. I spread the lips. Hmmm, tiny clitoris. Tiny maybe but I bet it's orgasmed a few times I smiled to myself.

I rubbed her asshole roughly with my thumb. Put it to my nose. Smelled clean. Gave her clit a tweak with my thumb and fingers. Sally squeaked.

"OK, back to the cock...." I said. She looked at me with a faint smile on her pretty face.

"...... cum slut." We said the words together.

Now she was into it. She picked up the pace going right down the shaft. Her lips gripped it tighter too. 

She would gag too. She'd move down quick and hard and I could feel the back of her throat. She made gagging noises and I could see her eyes start to water. All good things must cum to an end though! 

"I'm gonna pull out and spray paint your pretty face bitch," I grunted "keep your slutty cocksucking mouth open."

I got hold of my cock just as great gobs of jism shot straight onto Sally's pretty face. Nose, forehead, cheeks. Into her mouth, it dribbled off her chin onto her tits. Her face was covered so I directed the next lot straight onto her tits. Sally couldn't believe the amount of cum. There was a look of amazement on her splattered face. 

She cupped her hand under her tits as the cum started to slide and dribble off. She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked and licked them greedily. I could see the slut look in her eyes now.

She massaged the rest into her tits leaving them looking slick and shiny. I cleaned some of the cum off her chin with my fingers. Put them in her mouth. She sucked and sucked.

"Mmmmm." She said. Her eyes said more. They were saying: "Aren't I a good little cum slut? Was I a good cocksucker for you? Your cum tastes so good!" 

I was spent. Emotionally, everything. That had been so great. I wanted to tell how great. I wanted to say thankyou for the greatest sex of my life. But I didn't want to spoil her fantasy, not after we had come so far.

"Get your clothes on slut and fuck off out of here. I've got things to do."

Sally's shoulder dropped a little but she did as she was told. She used her panties to wipe her face. Those magnificent tits were so easily and quickly packed away from view! Once dressed she took a few steps to the door then stopped and turned.

"Please," she hesitated "please sir. Can we do this again? Can I come again tomorrow?"

Yes! The words, the very words, I was hoping to hear! 

I kept it tough though!

"Yea, why not? But I want you dressed like a slut next time. I want you looking like the whore you really are. I want short skirt, sexy panties, and stockings. Yes, I want stockings. And put some fucking make-up on as well.

"Sir," she said "I'll need to shop for stockings. Will the day after be alright?"

I didn't think I could wait that long but I couldn't show it. I didn't want to change my mind on the stockings either.

"Yea, OK. Two o'clock day after tomorrow. Don't be late. Now fuck off".

"Oh, thankyou sir. Thankyou so much." She flashed a radiant smile at me.

And then she was gone. 

.................................................

I just sat there. Couldn't move. Surely this was a dream -- a fantasy? I was gonna wake up and it was all gonna be a dream.

But there was the smell of her sweat and her body left behind. There was this great feeling in my cock. I could almost feel the grip of those sweet lips all over again.

The phone started ringing.

I forced myself to get up and answer it.

"Pete here." I said.

"Oh Pete, thank goodness it's you" a worried female voice said "It's Sally here I'm so, so sorry I couldn't make it this afternoon."

Sally? It wasn't Sally's voice. She'd just left. Was this a different Sally? What was going on?

"I got called in to work. It was an emergency. They couldn't do without me. I'm so sorry."

"Sally?" Was all I could think of saying. 

"Yes Sally. Didn't your Mom tell you about me coming over? About what we might do together?" there was a pause. "Look," she continued, "we won't worry about it. Forget I called."

"No, it's OK, "I said. Totally mystified. "Mom told me. I was expecting you." 

"You were? You were expecting me?" there was relief in her voice. "To do, you know, the stuff your Mom told you about?"

"And you didn't come." This was getting strange.

"I'm so sorry, Pete," she said "Were you, were you sort of looking forward to seeing me?" she asked very tentatively.

"Well, yes, I was." I said truthfully!

"Oh my! I'm so sorry we missed out. I'm so disappointed." She sounded really pissed off so I said:

"Well, I guess I am too."

"Can we make it tomorrow? Oh please tomorrow?" she sounded desperate now.

"I'll be your real cum slut," she said in a low voice, "I'll suck your cock so good, I promise! And you can spank me. If you want that is. I deserve to be punished do you think? For being such a bad girl? Please can I see you tomorrow?"

I was totally confused. Seeing her tomorrow might clear things up. Sounded quite good too.

"OK, Sally, OK. You bring your cum slut ass and your dirty cocksucking mouth over here tomorrow. Two o'clock and don't be late." I hung up before she could say any more.

That was Sally?

But if that was Sally, the real Sally, then who had just sucked my cock?

To be continued... 



Pete Comes Out



Pete comes out... © Alex Carr 2010

"Will it take long?" I remember saying when the man who purported to be my uncle asked if I would like to see some of his work. I was telling him I am interested in painting which set the ball rolling , he'd rented a caravan for a week's holiday intending to see my father, his brother he said - but dad was called out abroad on an urgent assignment so I'd looked forward to some time on my own, just me and my easel to really concentrate on something I enjoyed so much.

But I needed to be polite, especially as Jack, that was his name, was a relative although Dad had never mentioned him. He was viewing my work at the local amateur art group's exhibition so naturally I was looking for comments, that/s when Jack, finding out my name, said he was related and when he gave my Dad's name, John I believed him.

But on arriving at his holiday caravan all he had was a single picture of a lion which he claimed he had painted. Politely I looked at it and said it was alright and I had better go.

"Not yet, Pete - you are my nephew, lets spend some time together or is it that you have a girl waiting?"

"Not really I said, I guess I have been too engrossed in my work to think about girls"

"And you a young lad of at least eighteen, you must have thought about it?"

"Nineteen actually," I advised but to be honest I have had no inclination, I guess I am one of those guys happy with his own company.

"Perhaps you have other leanings, Pete, ever thought of that?"

"Such as?"

He came over to me, sat beside me and placed his hand warmly upon my left knee sort of clenching his fist.

"Perhaps you prefer your own sex, it does run in the family. I have heard say"

I'd never really thought about it and maybe I was colouring because he noticed.

"Does that disturb you, I mean maybe the idea seems comfortable with you, Pete?"

I did feel a certain stirring inside, the question had never come up before but Jack did have a certain ambiance which attracted me in an odd sort of way and when he ran his hand along the inside of my thigh I didn't resist and I guess I was giving him, without realising, the go ahead.

"That it, just relax and chill, Pete - I find you very attractive."

Confused I did put my hand over his as he started to finger my crotch. "I am not sure if this is right, Jack" I said nervously, one part of me wanting his interest in me but the other not. Perhaps I needed to know him a bit more and anyway, he was my uncle.

"No I'm not, Pete" he declared after my asking him about family matters. " Sorry if I lied but I had to get your attention somehow, so it is quite alright no problems at all, Hope you accept my apologies, no harm meant, it is just you are so very attractive.

"But how did you know Dad's name."

"Heard you mention him inadvertently when you were showing me your work, and some paintings of your Dad's too, they had his signature on them, John Turner.

"So there's no problem at all, you may like to lay on the bed for a while, would you like that, it would be very nice I promise you."

I felt aroused no doubt about it. Jack - although at least twenty years my senior -was a lean neatly dressed clean cut guy who's smile was very appealing and already his touch had set something off in my being that I had not encountered before.

"That's right, now just relax and I will come and sit next to you on this stool."

He drew this small stool alongside the bed after drawing the curtains and not quite knowing what was coming made it all the more appealing and exciting. I actually wanted Jacks undivided attention.

I guess I knew since I reached puberty my leaning was towards guys of my own creed and now I was faced with the opportunity of realising it in a practical mode.

The idea was no way as awkward as I thought and, on the contrary, I felt comfortable with this guy who was like a gentleman, well cultured and clean cut.

"That's my boy, just stretch out and let me enjoy you...and if there s anything you don't like me doing just say so -right?"

I agreed. With a lump in my throat I was still getting around the idea what was happening to me as he touched me over my jeans, I felt it stirring me deeply it was so wonderful, his fingers gently moving over me in a light sort of scratching motion. I felt something happening to me, at first I felt quite embarrassed but Jack reassured me saying it was the most natural thing in the world and he would show me just how to enjoy a sexual encounter withy another guy and anyway I had the most delightful feel and could he undo my jeans.

I went along with the idea, feeling him unzip me there, I closed my eyes and just let him do what he wanted to do, all the time enjoying this gentle guy and so wonderful new experience.

He looked so cool sitting there as I slightly opened my eyes. He seemed like a doctor examining me like he was a true professional but all the time touching me so carefully like he was really enjoying.

Having undone my zip I felt his hand cup me over my boxer shorts and then he squeezed very slightly, looking into my face as he explored me and I guess - getting the okay signal for him not to stop and go further.

"Lift you hind a little so I can get these off" he said grasping and undoing my belt and pulling my jeans down to my knees and then completely off. Me laying there for the offing like a dish to be garnished, that's precisely how I felt, my white boxers and blue tee shirt feeling comfortable as he hung my jeans neatly over the back of a chair and came back again to crouch on his stool, this time I saw his legs were wide open and his left hand covered his crotch as the right hand began to stroke and tease finger over my crotch.

"Okay to continue, Pete?"

He would say this from time too time before he resumed something else which thrilled and aroused.

The feeling was so absolutely lovely and I wanted him not to stop, the squeezing and manipulating of those parts which up to now had only been exclusive to me and when I was young my mum when she bathed me. In fast that's how it felt , like he was about to wash me there and the way he caressed my balls was heaven in itself.

And there was no feeling of haste, he just took his time and it was lovely.

"You are quite well developed, Pete" Jack complimented having now slipped down my boxers to reveal my swollen genitals. Let's make it last shall we, see I have this ring to roll over you so it controls your imminent ejaculation. He sounded ever so posh using those words but I later discovered as he grew more excited his language would be more basic which was another real turn on.

"Never imagined I could ever do this with another guy, Jack" I returned feeling his gaze and his gentle caress which made me feel truly wonderful.

"You balls are lovely to feel" he continued cupping them to enhance their fullness The ring isn't too tight huh?.

"Just right," I returned.

He must have done this for a good five minutes sending me into a veritable trance like I was in another world, another place - yet oddly, I felt at ease and wanted, it was almost as if this moment was meant to be. And I noticed he was massaging himself all the time with his other hand and I also saw that he was getting very big down there.

I started to fee guilty thinking maybe I should be doing something too, perhaps I should touch him there or something but he seemed more than content for the time being just to enjoy me and although I felt a selfish swine the things he was doing with my cock was simply wicked.

"Mmm! You smell lovely" he said stretching back my foreskin to expose my red bulbous knob, me feeling just a little embarrassed at that - and then his started licking it in such a rapturous way I felt completely emerged in what he was doing with that tongue."

"Pete, if it tastes as good as it smells I will be well happy, may I?"

"But you are tasting it?" I asked shaking in excitement.

"Yes but now I would like to deep suck it, it looks good enough to eat, have you ever been sucked before?"

"No, I have often wondered what t would feel like but have never had the opportunity given."

"Well then, Pete just lay back and enjoy Huh? I am sure we shall both enjoy this and look, if you what to cum , I'll release the ring - I won't mind."

"You wont - even if I do it in your mouth or on your face, Jack?"

"Of course not, it is all part f the thrill of cock sucking for me, to feel and taste hot salty spunk spurting out after a strong suck and wank, and that's just what I need right now, so let me take a hold of it and take you on your first journey to paradise, with your cock stuck firmly into my mouth and my fingers busily squeezing and wanking the base of you cock, that will be divine..."

The thought of once ejaculating into the mouth of the guy who was sucking you would have seemed repulsive to me before I met Jack, but now all at once it seemed a very attractive proposition and I was hoping that soon I would also get the opportunity to suck cock, and seeing the size of Jack's - be it through his jeans, the well bunched bundle in his crotch, I was staring to really get into the mood, wondering just what it would be like to suck and taste cock, something a guy when he is young would love to do to himself if he was pliable enough, just the thought now of feeling Jack's cock was very thrilling and soon maybe I would get the opportunity when he had had his fill of me...

But I started to realise he was not about to go any further than just to enjoy me the way he was because he asked me if ever I had fantasies about fucking a guy, I felt he was maybe a little awkward about asking being as he was that much older than I.

In some ways it was a relief because as he enjoyed me going through my mind was could I take him that way - and also would I be attracted to that, with the overriding feeling that I had the notion of playing the butch part, yet although I would never have thought if it with an older guy I felt different now as Jack and I were becoming more acquainted - and therefore if that is what he would like I would go for it hook, line and sinker!

If I had ever had doubts before I knew now, the way Jack was wanking and sucking me, that I was big and strong enough to fuck ass - the very thought of it served to make me more Horney than ever.

He was such a softie I felt I wanted to get to know him more intimately and we talked about it.

"Would you like me to strip then Pete, is that what you would like because I can tell you, it would be so wonderful for me, it has been such a long time."

"Please do, Jack - I really think we have realised we are both on par and I really would like to go further if that is okay with you?"

He laughed and when I asked why he said we were so very polite to each other, but he was quite taken by that as I watched him strip down his jeans. The lump I had seen earlier when he was massaging me was even more prominent now through his briefs - but it was attractive to me and yes I wanted to see more, what Jack was really made of and I could see he wasn't about to disappoint me ,

Looking at me again with that infectious smile he lowered his briefs, ever so slowly letting me peek a little at a time until suddenly it popped out like a jack in the box.

"Better out than in!" I whispered starting to sniff the scent of him.

"No bad huh, Pete?"

"Looks good to me, better than I've seen, it is some enticing specimen, may I ..."

"Touch?"

"Yes."

"Do what you like, Pete I feel at ease with you, you make my whole body tingle like I want your fuck, anything!"

"Very glad you said that, Jack" I returned. "It is so wonderful," I stroked it to get the feel of it, squeezed to feel the flexibility of it, it felt good and soothing and smelt good too. He simply stood there as I slipped onto my knees to get acquainted with it. It had a strong blue vein running through the middle and standing to attention had a slight bend which was so thrilling, I touched it for a while, he asked if I would like to suck it, to taste it like he did me. I took a deep breath and took it into my mouth tasting immediately its strong flavour tease my taste buds as its head teased the opening to my throat, I discovered the art of cock sucking there and then, how to swivel it one way and then the other for extra sensitivity and now I realised just why Jack was so keen to taste me

The thought was there to fuck him, it would be my first time and with the taste of his cock anointing my mouth - the first time I felt the notion to do it, of course it was something quite new for me to achieve but I wanted to achieve just that, weighing it up, stretching it back after I'd well wetted it with my deep sucking as Jack did with mine was so soothing and heavenly and I heard his deep moan as I briskly wanked it to and fro.

"Tell you what, feel me from the backside" he suggested turning and slightly bending to let me enjoy a close up of pure unadulterated ass, his balls were hanging there like large ripe grapes and I touched them both, cradling them as he did with me but his were much more bigger and were simply lovely to feel.

"Ball and wank me at the same time Pete?"

I loved it , squeezing his balls gently with my right hand and wanking his strong rigid shaft with the other.

"OMG! Pete you really set me on fire" he sort of wriggled his ass and it was attractive to me, instinctively I opened his ass cheeks and he let out such a resounding sigh. There I was sniffing again but this time his hind quarters, thinking that animals do it all the time and I began to realise why, it made me feel special and I was beginning to get the feeling that I really wanted to shaft him, he levered his arm behind his form , his hand behind my head prompting me to push my face into him there - the smell was pungent and almost unkempt yet at the same time, very generating in as much as I was opening my mouth to want to taste him there, licking and sucking it as I had just done with his cock and him moaning and groaning like he was having a really good time.

Why not! - I was having a ball I realised that after sucking his ass awhile, stretching it apart and stroking each cheek. "Fuck me, Pete. Please fuck me?" Jack's voice was pleading, I said that this would be a first for me, that he would have to show me how to do it.

He bent over steep on all fours, suggested I creep up on my knees between his legs and get the feel of him with my hard cock, but first for him to suck it a bit more "to ripen it for the big surge" is how he put it, I was very ripe, stiffer than ever I had imagined I could be as he sucked and sucked, my balls shaking left to right as he balled me too

"This is going to be good for both of us, Pete, to feel this throbbing length and the thought of it going up inside me is such a thrill."

"For me too, Jack."

He let my cock free and suggested then was the time, to measure up and plunge into him nice and firm and determined, "make it a good hard one, Pete" he grunted.

In a moment I realised just how guys together stayed together, feeling the fuck of Jack was something really heavenly, he massaged me inside him, squeezed and manipulated it until I was thrusting him like I was a bullock and he a cow, feeling my balls smack against his ass cheeks as I went at it hammer and tongue, him yelling and shouting for me not to stop, I loved the way he moved with me, it was the perfect man fuck, and when the climax came it was so divine, my whole mind sparked like and inferno and I felt my body was like an exploding volcano, deep inside Jacks ass.

Afterwards we were knackered the both of us, but it didn't stop Jack from sucking my cream which was still cuming in small spurts as he rolled his tongue along my now limp cock and gulped it down.

Laying there and rolling to his side afterwards to face me, he said it was the most wonderful fuck he'd ever had and could we be a ongoing couple.

I wanted that. 

"We are going to have wonderfully moving times together I can vouch for that," he said

I felt so wonderful and gratified, my cock and balls numb and feeling so good. Jack said it was as if I was still inside him as we enjoyed a late refreshment.

That's how we got talking about sex and food..

"Tell you what cock sucking with a squirty cream garnish is the tops, Pete"

MY mind boggled and even more when he started on about spaghetti and cock-a-leekie Jack's style.

"Cant wait" I said....