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Rose

By: L.A. Wicker



My name is Jack, I’m married, Not very happily. My wife Missy, is one of the women that think she has the only pussy on earth. I’m lucky if I get her once a month. 

If I do get some, she lays on the bed, spreads her legs and tells me, "Would you please...hurry the fuck up."

Missy is a total babe. She stands five foot six inches tall. Long dark brown hair to the middle of her back. Big sexy brown eyes.

Firm perky breast, that can bust a 36d bra open. Her nipples are light pink and always hard.

Missy’s best asset is her tight little ass. It’s also a size 36. She wears short skirts and very tight jeans just to show it off. 

Things really changed last month. Missy got a big promotion at work. That meant she would be out of town more than three weeks a month. No big deal, she was never home any how.

Also, Missy’s Mom and Dad broke up after 25 years of being married. Her Mom, Rose, moved in with us, I didn’t mind that at all. Rose, is one hot looking lady.

She’s 45 years old, I think she weighs about 160 pounds. Brown hair to the middle of her back. Nice sexy brown eyes, that always turn me on.

Rose has a nice big full figure body. Big sexy 38 DD breast that she loves showing off by wearing see through blouses or little crop tops around the house.

Another thing she likes to do is, wear the tightest jeans she can find or a nice, short spandex miniskirt. Rose has a nice size 38 inch ass that is one of the best I’ve ever set my eyes on. 

She has one of the kinds of bodies that were made to be loved on 24 hours a day. That’s the reason her and her husband broke up. He couldn’t get his cock up.

Rose was always hugging me or bending over in front of me giving me great shots of her ass. I never really gave it much thought, until my wife went out of town the first time.

It was a Sunday morning, Rose came out of her room only wearing a little night shirt and a pair of pink bikini panties. I got hard at first site of her.

She came and sat right on my lap, " What do you want to do today?" She ask, running her fingers through my chest hair.

My eyes went up and down her sexy body, as I told her, " I know what I’d like to do but," I patted her sweet ass, " we are family."

Rose got a red face and replied, " You bad boy..."

Things went on like that all the time. Rose was driving me crazy. She went so far as only wearing a small pair of sexy panties around the house. My poor 9 inch cock was hard day and night because of her.

One day I had went to the store for something, when I came back, Rose met me at the door. She had on a pair of white see-through panties, that was all. No bra, no shirt, nothing.

"FUCK ROSE," I was mad, " PLEASE PUT SOMETHING ON. YOUR KILLING ME."

She started crying, " I’m just trying to make you happy." And she ran to her room for the rest of the night.

I hated hurting her feelings but, fuck she was killing me. I hadn’t had any good pussy in years and she is my " mother".

Later that night I heard her crying in her room. I had to go fix things up. She was a great lady and I didn’t want her mad at me.

I knocked on her door, " Rose can I come in?"

She said yes, I went and sat on her bed, "Rose, I love watching you when you dress like you do but," I paused, " I haven’t had any good sex in two years. Missy isn’t much in the sack."

Still crying Rose looked at me and said, " WHAT? She’s always telling me how great you are in bed!"

I was in shock, " Your kidding? She hates sex. She just lays there, telling me to hurry up."

"I’m sorry," Rose started crying again, " If I would have known, I wouldn’t tease you like I do." Then she really started crying.

I pulled her on my lap, hugging her tight, " It’s ok. You didn’t know." That’s when I noticed she only had panties on.

As I held her in my arms I felt my cock begin to grown under Rose’s sexy ass. I didn’t want to move, it was great. Her warm body pressed into mine.

One of her big full breast laying on my bare chest the other somehow had ended up in my hand. She felt so good, all my life I had always made it with, thin, skinny ladies. I had never held a big pair of breast or a nice full ass before.

"Jack?" Rose was squirming, " Can I go... Pee and come back for more hugs?"

I laughed at her as she ran to the bathroom. Then went back to my room and lit a cigarette waiting for her to find me. When she returned, she shocked me again by sitting on my lap facing me.

"You know I haven’t even had a good hug like this in years," Rose told me as her hands caressed my face, "If this bothers you to much, just tell me, ok?"

"I think it’s great to but," I shifted my cock, " don’t get mad at me if something gives you a good poke."

"And what mite that be? It’s been so long for me." Rose giggled.

We just laughed and pulled closer together. My hands moved up and down her long smooth back, enjoying the feeling of a woman again.

Somewhere in our light caressing each other, my cock popped out of my shorts. It was right between Rose’s sexy thighs. It could feel the heat and wetness.

"Oh Jack, I should leave..." Rose was upset as she spoke.

"Not yet... please." I begged.

I wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could. Crushing her breast in my chest and driving her full hips into my hardened cock shaft.

Rose panted for air as she begged, " Oh Jack... Hold me tight... it’s been so long..."

I continued to hold Rose and I started to caress her back again. Slowly moving my hands over her inflamed body I found her sexy round ass.

I was in heaven, I never held anything so soft and full in my life. My fingers explored every lovely inch of her bottom.

"Oh Jack...," Rose was on fire, " Please... stop, before it’s to late.."

"Relax, enjoy it.." I shifted my cock right between her legs, " oh yes, come on, enjoy it, Rose. We can have fun without doing it."

That’s all it took, Rose started dry humping my cock, " O Jack... hold me, hold me," Rose moaned as her wet little love hole relieved it’s self on my cock.

Rose came after about ten good humps on my cock. Her hips thrashing, her breast bouncing off my face as she exploded. After three years of no sex, she drowned me with her love juices.

"OH GOD... OH JACK YES...YES." Rose screamed with each orgasm.

When she had finished easy me. She looked up with a sexy, happy little smile and ask, " I didn’t feel you cum."

I caressed her ass and replied, " I never, you were having so much fun."

"OOOOOOOO you poor baby," she moaned as she slid to my side. Taking my rock hard cock in her hands, " I’ll fix it for you."

Her gentle hands started moving up the length of my pulsing love shaft. Stroking it in soft gentle caresses, she pulled it in between her lovely breast.

Her breast were on fire as she moved her body up and down. My cock cuddled by the most beautiful set of breast in the world. 

Then she started talking sexy," Is Jack’s handsome cock happy? Mmmmm I bet it is." 

Rose continued her long strokes on my cock shaft. Getting me ready to blow a load of cum all over her breast.

She went on, " You’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever had the honor of playing with."

"To bad I can’t jump up on it..." she moaned, " and drive it deep inside me."

"Jack...? Baby... I know we can’t...," she stopped, looking into my eyes, " fuck... but, can I suck you? PLEASE...?"

She looked like a little girl begging for candy. Lust filled her enchanting face as she awaited my answer.

Here we are, a beautiful sexy woman begging to love me. My wife couldn’t care less about sex. I haven’t had a good fuck in so long I forgot the last time.

"GO... TAKE IT... IT’S YOURS." I said.

Rose jumped up, and moaned, " you won’t be sorry..." As she swallowed my entire cock.

Her mouth was on fire as she moved up and down my thick shaft. She sucked and swallowed my cockhead without once gagging.

"Oh that’s it... oh yes... Rose you are the best." I moaned.

She could swallow my cockhead, keeping it in her throat and was able to swallow, letting her throat muscles bring me closer to filling her with my juices.

"OH... ROSE... THAT’S FUCKING HOT. OH YES..." I was moaning. 

I went on encouraging her, " COME ON BABY... MAKE THAT BIG COCK CUM IN YOUR SEXY MOUTH...," I grabbed her nipples, playing with them as I talked, " Come on mother, suck your daughters husbands cock..."

"COME ON, SUCK YOUR DAUGHTERS HUSBAND," she went crazy as I talked, " suck your son..."

"Come on, your daughter never sucks it. Show her how Mommy does it." I moaned.

I was ready to blow, " ok, get ready for some cum... Your daughters husbands cum..."

I started cumming the force of a teen age virgin. I shot load after load down sweet Rose’s throat. Filling her with more cum than she could swallow.

"OH YES... COME SUCK... SUCK YOUR SON-IN-LAWS CUM UP..." I moaned as I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth.

After we caught our breath we both said at the same time, " That was hot." And we hugged.

We went on like that night after night. Like to teen aged kids. Having as much fun as we could with out having sex.

It was late one night. Rose and I were having another of our play nights. She was between my legs looking up at me while my thick cock was being eaten by her hot mouth.

My hands gently caressing her hair, " That’s it Mother, suck that cock for me." I whispered.

Rose moved up my body, placing her soaking wet love right on my throbbing meat. This was it, our nights of playing were over. Rose wanted me inside her beautiful body.

Slowly she began moving her hips in little circles around my manhood. With all of Rose’s wetness and her thin panties, I knew it was a matter of seconds before I was deep inside her.

The front door of the house opened, " What the fuck." I said, jumping off the bed.

I slipped down the long dark hallway, to the living room. There was Missy, bending over, showing her panties and silk stockings.

Oh, she looked so good. Her slender legs covered with black stockings. Sexy pink panties filled my eyes. And the most sexy smelling perfume’, my cock jumped when the sweet sent hit my nose.

I slowly moved to her, my hands held her hips as my ridged love stick went under her skirt. Missy gasp for a breath of air when my cock slid across her wet pussy.

"Wet pussy?," I thought, " Missy, is horny?"

She pushed back into me as her hands reached to guide my meat to her hot spot.

"I missed you..." Missy whispered.

As I took her in my arms I stated, " And I’ve been missing you a lot." 

I held her close as I took her to our room. I placed her on the bed that her mother and I had just been loving each other on.

Missy began undressing, my eyes took in her beauty. It had been so long sense she had wanted me. Her tender body shook with excitement.

When she finished undressing, Missy laid down. Spreading her love for me and whispered, " How’s this? Hurry and fuck me!!!!"

I moved between her spread legs, enjoying her renewed love for me. Placing my wanting meat on top her dripping love opening.

I moved forward, I slipped in her body with one gentle full thrust. Her body was on fire. Only when we had first made love had she ever been this hot inside.

I moved slowly in and out of her sex. Enjoying it to the fullest. Her love juices coated my manhood, making our love smooth.

Missy’s arms and slender sexy legs wrapped around me. Pulling my love pole deeper in her inflamed body.

"I’m sorry for all the times I told you, hurry the fuck up," Missy sobbed, " you should have beat my ass."

She went on talking, " Tonight with I was all alone at the airport, I remembered all the times we made love. How good it made me feel," sobbing harder, Missy hugged me, " I used to explode when you just touched me..."

"I’m going to be home a week," with love in her eyes she said, " I want you inside me day and night. Loving me, exciting me and FUCKING my brains out..."

"I’ve missed you so much," I drove my cock in her hard, " it will be my pleasure."

We started pumping each other like when we had first met, hard and fast. Our bodies wrapped together, moving as one. Our lust took control, we both needed to renew our love.

Then it started. Missy’s body began to explode, " OHHHHHHH Jack, baby do me... FUCK ME, FUCK ME..." Missy screamed.

I started pumping her like a dog. Fast, hard and as deep as I could.

"OH BABY, YES... YES. HARD, JACK, HARD." Missy kept screaming.

Her body came with each thrust of my hard thick cock meat. It was just like when we first got together. 

I froze, it was my time to fill her body with my seeds, my love, my hot cum.

"Come up here, put it in my mouth," Missy said, pulling me to her face, " I want you to... FUCK MY MOUTH, FUCK IT HARD..."

She sucked me in her sexy mouth, licking and sucking off all her love juices. Little did she know, her mother’s juices were also on my cock meat.

She sucked me hard and fast while, her tongue flicked my cock slit. Her mother, Rose, crossed my mind. They both sucked cock the same way.

As I continued fucking Missy’s mouth, Rose was all I could think of. I knew it was wrong but, we had been having so much fun the last few weeks.

I began to cum, jet after jet of my cum shot into Missy’s mouth and down her throat. She never lost a drop, her mouth locked on my cock, sucking me harder than anything I had ever felt. 

After she had sucked me dry, I moved back to her still wet pussy. Driving it in her as far as I could. Pumping her with long full strokes.

Again, Rose, filled my mind. I closed my eyes dreaming it was her under me, taking my love. Each pump in and out of Missy, my mind was loving Rose.

I pulled Missy’s legs to my shoulders and pulled her into my arms, hugging her as tight as I could. Moving my love shaft in and out of her, each thrust in her, my mind saw, Rose.

Faster and as deep as I could go, I used Missy’s body to make love to her mother. I knew it was wrong. But, I couldn’t stop thinking of Rose.

I began filling Missy’s love with my hot seeds, knowing it was for her sexy mother, Rose. I pumped her like a teen age kid getting his first piece of ass.

We laid together into the night, talking, loving and getting to know each other once more.

The next morning, I awoke with Missy, riding my hardening cock. Her body wrapped around my love pole as her hips moved up and down. 

I was so happy having her back in my life, most of all having her body on my cock.

She rode me hard and fast, her eyes closed tight as she fulfilled her needs on my cock shaft. It had been a long time, now she needed to make up for lost time.

When Missy came she screamed loud and long, " OH... OH... JACK... YES...YES," taking a breath, " OH JACK... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... OH MY GOD, YES."

Her tender body exploded into an orgasm that lasted five minutes or more. Each time she pumped my cock she came again. 

"OH...OH.. YES..YES..." More screams.

Missy calmed down after a while, then she started pumping me. She wanted me to cum.

Missy started to whisper in my eye as she rode me, " cum on big boy... fill me up," she rode me, " fill me with your hot thick cum..."

She rode me a little faster, still whispering in my ear, " fill me with your seeds... Give me your baby."

I was in shock, " WHAT?"

She whisper it again, " give me a baby."

She rode me hard and fast. I came inside her. Filling her wanting body with my hot seeds. She wanted my baby, I gave her the seeds.

Missy and I made love 24 hours a day. Only stopping to eat or to take a short nap.

I know Rose had heard us, hell we would be screaming each others name or screaming, faster, faster.

The night before Missy’s last business trip, we went drinking and dancing. We had a blast, we really never danced. All we did was hump and grind on each other.

We got home very late. As we crept in the house, Missy gave me a big hug and said, " I’m going to take a bath," she kissed me deeply, " you keep your cock hard..."

I went to our room and stripped off my clothes and waited for her to get finished. I had dozed off, I awoke to a great blow job. She had my cock deep in her throat. 

I began to caress her as she sucked me. My hands moved to her breast, oh they felt so big and full.

"WHAT THE...? Rose... what are you doing?" I all but screamed, " you better get to your room before Missy comes..."

"Oh come on let me..." Rose sucked my hard cock in her mouth.

I pushed her off me saying, " Get to your room."

Not two minutes later, Missy had finished her bath. She came to me, hot and willing. She began sucking my hard thick cock just like her mother had done.

Rose filled my mind, her wonderful mouth eating me. I laid back enjoying the sensations of my cock being sucked. The wonderful little sucking noises Missy made.

I laid her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and pulled them up to her heaving breast. My cock sank to her inner most cavern. 

As I enjoyed the sensation of being in her so deep, my mind saw Rose. As I thought of Rose, I began pumping Missy hard and deep.

It took us both about 20 seconds to cum on each other. 

"OH YES...YES... DO IT... DO IT." Missy was screaming.

I was pumping her body as hard as I could. Pumping my seeds deep inside her body. All the time, thinking of Rose.

When we had finished, we laid hugging each other. When we heard some soft moaning coming from Rose’s room.

"Oh... Poor Mom," Missy sighed, " She must have heard us, again."

I looked at Missy and replied, " As pretty and hot as she is..." 

Missy cut in, " You think Mom is hot...sexy?

"Lord yes... If I was single, I would ask her out." I stated.

"You would...?" Missy looked in my eyes, " would you... fuck her?"

"Oh hell yes, " I paused, " I would wear her out."

"Go... help her," she took a deep breath, " I don’t care. It would be so hot seeing you... Fuck my Mom."

"WHAT?" I was in shock, " YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING."

"Come on... it would be so much of a turn on." Missy said.

"No... she’s you mother." I told her and turned over to sleep.

How could I sleep? Missy just ask me to "fuck" her mother. I should have took her up on it. Loving Rose would be any man’s dream come true.

The next morning I drove Missy to the airport. I hated to see her go. This would be her last business trip. Then she would be home every night. For me to love and fuck her anytime.

As we hugged goodbye, Missy whispered, " It would be fun seeing you love Mom."

I whispered back, " Maybe I will while your gone."

Missy pulled back from me, " Will you? Video tape it for me... please?"

"You are so nasty." And I slapped her tight ass.

When I got back home, I found Rose laying on the sofa. Wearing only a skimpy bra and panty set and wearing the most sexy perfume’ I had ever smelled in my life.

I moved towards her, pulling off my shirt. My eyes took in all her beauty, my hands moved to grab her hips. I pulled Rose’s hips to the side of the sofa.

I slid my pants off with one easy pull. My rock hard cock sprang into view. It knew we were about to get Rose, my mother.

"Last night," I placed my cock at Rose’s opening, " Missy told me... To go in your room and fuck you."

"She did?" Rose said, in shock.

"Yes, she did... so, I figure, I will now." And I drove my hard, cock meat deep inside Rose.

"OH JACK... YES...YES.." Rose screamed.

She was so hot and wet inside I almost came. I don’t think I had ever been in a woman that was this hot. 

"OOOOOOOhhhhhh Rose, your so hot..." I moaned.

I rode her hard, fast and deep. The past weeks of our playing around, I needed this lady real bad.

While I was pumping her, my hands held both of her massive breast to my face. I began sucking her inflamed nipples. I would squeeze a nipple between my lips, my tongue flicked the tip.


Rose



A rose by any other name will never be as sexy as the one who came into my life twenty years ago. At sixty, Rose Tucker is still full of youthful vitality and steamy sexuality. The passage of time has not wilted my Rose. Talking with her yesterday, sent my mind back in time two decades.

I was a twenty year old at loose ends having recently buried my fiancee and our unborn daughter. Their tragic deaths had me in what seemed like a permanent funk. Needing something to do, I answered an ad for a ranch hand. Gerald Tucker hired me on the spot. 

While stringing barbed wire one morning, the slack in it whipped back, slicing my right forearm. I headed to the house to clean and bandage the wound. Passing by the kitchen, an image that branded itself into my soul from that moment on, flashed before my eyes. Cut be damned, I couldn't stop myself from staring.

A woman bending over pulling a pizza from an oven normally would not cause the branded image effect. This one did.

Her drum tight heart shaped ass was on display in the shortest Daisy Duke's I'd ever seen. Gleaming with a bronzed olive complexion, her legs were flawless, looking to be as smooth as glass. Their curves accentuated by the black "fuck me" pumps that she wore.

The combination of her beauty and a pain shooting up my arm caused me to suck in a breath. That caught her attention. 

Placing the pie on the stovetop, she wheeled around and I lost my breath again. The view from the front equaled that of the back. A luxurious mane of jet black curls cascaded onto her shoulders framing brilliant green eyes and a sparkling smile. My eyes traveled to her bust. What I guessed to be a pair of 38C's strained braless against her red flannel blouse, which was knotted halfway between her bustline and her sexy navel.

The Daisy Duke's V'ed tightly over her mound and I swore I could make out wisps of her jet black pubes playing peek a boo as the light beamed between her thighs. "No panties?!" The thought raced through my mind.

"Oh, no! You're hurt!" Her angelic voice penetrated my lust filled thoughts.

"Barbed wire." I managed to mumble. She got the cut cleaned and bandaged quickly.

Inviting me to sit down at the table, the beauty introduced her as Rose Tucker.

My heart and my cock both sank as I noticed the sparkling diamond wedding ring on her finger.

Rose told me that she had just returned that morning from a church retreat and that she was turning forty today. I wished her a happy birthday and told her she looked thirty at most.

That made her smile again as she offered me a glass of lemonade. "The handsome

new hand just made my day. And, I don't even know your name."

I apologized for not introducing myself and did so properly just as Gerald came in for lunch. After kissing Rose he inquired about my injury. 

"I'll live in large part thanks to my great nurse." As I bit into the pie, I felt Rose's bare foot rubbing my thigh. Slowly working her way up to my once again rock hard cock, Rose suggested that I stay out of the heat of the day because of my injury.

"Besides, I need someone tall to help me change out the curtains." Gerald asked me if I had a problem and was healthy enough to help his wife. Rose flexed her toes against my throbbing cock as I answered that I was willing to help Rose any way that I could. 

"Let's start in the master bedroom." Rose led me into the bedroom. She excused herself as I began sliding the curtains from the rods above the picture window that looked out over their pool. It was a great view. 

Rose cleared her throat demurely behind me. Turning around, I was greeted with a view that made the shimmering pool look like a landfill.

Rose stood before me in her birthday suite. Her skin glowing, breasts full and pendulous, her stiff nipples pointing straight at me. Rose's stomach was curvacious and toned. Her hips flaring into the classic hourglass figure that shaped the great ass that had turned me on earlier. A neatly trimmed bush proved Rose's curtains matched her drapes. Puffy pink pussy lips protruded beneath it glistening with proof of her desire. Those long tan legs supported the whole fuckable package. 

My cock sprang into instantaneous hardness straining against my jeans. It and her nipples seemed to be engaged in a pointing contest as our eyes met. Rose's were sparkling with a hint of uncertainty in them.

"Wes, please don't feel badly toward me. I know I was awfully forward earlier placing my foot in your crotch." Rose paused taking a deep breath. "I've never done anything like this before. Oh, what I'm doing is trying to seduce you. I'm making a fool of myself. I'm forty today and I just really have to know if I can still turn a man's head."

"Wes, will you make love to me? Please!" Her request came out in a whisper.

"Rose, as you can see by my reaction, you are more than capable of turning more than any man's head. I'd be honored to grant your birthday wish and make love to you."

"But what about Gerald?" I asked the obvious. 

"I love Gerald. He's a good man. But, God help me, he hasn't done more than kiss me in two years! He can't get it up, Wes. He jokes that I wore him to a nub." Rose confessed.

"I know this this is wrong, but I need a man! Wes, I need you if you'll have me!"

Hearing the honest desperation in her voice, I quickly shed my clothes, scooped Rose into my arms and carried her to her bed. Placing her gently on it, her hair fanned out contrasting with the champagne colored pillows. She looked up at me with anticipation in her eyes.

"Beautiful!" I whispered laying beside her. A passion packed kiss that left her breathless began my tour of her body. Nibbling the nape of her neck, kissing my way through the valley of Rose's cleavage, my lips kissed up first her left breast then her right, tasting her titflesh. Capturing her eraser sized nipples and suckling them causing Rose to start panting as pleasure poured through her body.

As my kisses passed over her stomach, my tongue took a detour lapping at her sexy navel. Rose whimpered and squirmed as I hung a hard right at the top of her trimmed triangle, covering every inch of her legs with kisses. Down and back up until my nose was inches away from her steaming pussy.

"This has to be why your name is Rose. Your pussy lips are in full bloom down here, sweetheart." Her pussy was a pink rose blossom, fragrant and begging to be savored. Tracing the outer lips with my tongue caused Rose to moan and try to push my head inside of her. She began thrusting her hips, her body begging for more.

Giving her more, my lips spelled out "Sexy Rose" before I gave her clit a quick kiss and an intense suck.

"G..G.O.DDD! I'm C..U.MM.MMM.ING!!" Rose screamed, as her thighs wrapped around my head and her hips shot up off of the bed as she nearly drowned me in her juices as a series of orgasms rocked her world! 

When Rose finally collapsed back onto the bed I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. It had been a long time for both of us and I needed to bury myself into her. I thought she might protest as I began to piston in and out of her when tears began to form in her eyes. I slowed asking her if she was okay. She nodded and smiled picking up her pace meeting me thrust for needy thrust.

"Lord yes, I'm okay! Wes, you are filling me. Your big cock is hitting places that no man ever has. You feel so good! Please, don't stop!" Her admission and the tightness of her underused pussy as she pleaded caused me to understand that Rose had a submissive nature. I gave her a couple of hard thrusts.

"I won't, baby. But, I need you to admit that this magnificent forty year old body is mine from now on. Whenever and wherever I want you. Do you understand, Rose." I slapped her ass and buried my cock in her as deep as I could get it.

"Oh, Wes! That's exactly what I want. I'm your submissive little whore. Is that what you need to hear to get you to keep doing this to me?" My cock gave her my answer pounding her hole as hard as I could.

"Wes! Oh! F..U.CKKK MM..EEE!" Rose begged giving me her body. "Take me! Sh..oo.t your load in me, please! Let me please you! Make me cum all over your big dick!" Her submission nearly sent me over the edge. Yet, I wanted to tests the depths of Rose's submissiveness to me.

"What's in it for me if I allow you to cum so quickly, Rose?" I held my position teasing her gushing cunt with the head of of my cock.

"Anything! Anything you want Wes! Just let me cum!"

ANYTHING. What a wonderful word to hear coming from a naked woman's mouth.

"Okay, I'll get this horny little ass," I gave her another love swat, "off and fill you full in the process. But then, I take control, honey!"

"Fine. Just finish fu.." Before Rose could finish her request I began jackhammering her cunt so hard that her words turned into passionate moans. Her pussy juiced and began clutching and milking me dry. I filled her pussy to overflowing. 

In the afterglow, Rose rubbed her messy pussy and asked what she could do to please the man that just gave her her sexuality back.

I kissed her. "Three things come to mind, Rose."

"First, we'll shower together. I want you to show me your cocksucking skills and give me head. You will swallow and don't miss a drop. Next I'll wash your back and while you have it arched I'm gonna fuck this fine ass that has had me hypnotized all day."

"After, our shower, You'll lay across my lap for your birthday spanking. Bare hand on bare ass. Forty licks."

"Then I want you to model those Daisy Dukes and, I don't know a full length apron will do, I guess. Nothing underneath. I want to recreate the moment I first laid eyes on you. Except with a different ending. No pizza. You will be my meal, Rose. I will lay you on your own dining room table and feast until I've had my fill."

Rose looked at me and grinned. "God, you are insatiable, Wes. I just hope my sore kitty and the rest of this old body can keep up and satisfy you."

Our shower was as sexy as I'd planned it. Rose was a voracious cocksucker. She did not miss a drop as I flooded her mouth and watched as she swallowed it all. Next, I got my first piece of Rose's sexy ass. I'd hoped she was an anal virgin but Gerald had been there once before on the night Sara was conceived. Being second in was still an experience because Rose's near virgin ass was still vacuum tight as I blasted into her. She thanked me for turning her into "my little cum whore" as we dried off.

Rose took her birthday spanking like a champ counting off as I alternated my tingling hand from cheek to rosy cheek with each swat. When I finished Rose was juicing again. Before I allowed her to rise, I gave her tender pussy and freshly fucked ass five quick fingerfuck strokes each " to grow on."

Rose dressed in the outfit that I requested and got into position. Bent over the stove with her ass on display for my viewing pleasure. The difference between the blouse she'd worn earlier and the loose fittng apron she was modeling was the easier access to her bare naturallly titanic tits, as they bulged out on the sides and pushed against the front of the apron as gravity did its thing.

"Hey, good lookin'! What ya' got cookin'?" I did a corny Hank Williams impersonation as I stepped behind Rose. My hands wandering underneath the apron tweaking her nipples, she sighed. "Pizza."

"I'm not in the mood for that. I want some of you for dinner." I ground my hard cock into her ass and spun her around. Kissing her hard, I used my good arm to rip the apron off of Rose's body. Attacking her tits, squeezing and sucking them for all I was worth causing Rose to turn into my submissive nypho again in the process. I sat in a chair and Rose peeled the Daisy Duke's down her legs and gave me a little lap dance before I pulled her to me. Straddling me, Rose rode herself to the brink of orgasm before I stood and placed her on her back on the antique oak table. She spread her legs as wide as she could.

"Take me, Wes! I'm your little slut!"

I began my feast by eating her sweet pussy until she came and kept begging for more. Entering her with so much force that every thrust made the heavy table walk across the floor I fucked her until she came again. Then I had her walk wobbly legged around the table and bend over it. She grabbed the other side as I plowed her ass, pushing the table back across the room until we both came.

"That was the best birthday gift I've ever gotten. Thank you, Wes." Rose sighed kissing me as we pulled our sweaty bodies apart and headed back to the shower.

That day began a summer of sexual submission like no other I've ever had. Rose and I fucked in the pool, on her daughter's bed, in the tool shed, the barn, her car, the sofa and of course, her bed, the dining table and the shower. I made up rules for her to follow and she did as she was told. She was to wear as few clothes as possible and a no underwear policy was in effect, unless it was absolutely necessary. I also got head at least once daily from her talented mouth.

She confessed our affair to Gerald and he actually thanked me for pleasing Rose like he no longer could. He admitted that Rose would've probably divorced him if I hadn't come along and given her "what she desired and deserved."

Sara graduated and returned home and Rose asked me to end it. Not being an insensitive ass, I did as she requested to protect Sara from the truth that her parents were not on the same sexual page and that her mom was submissive to me.

We parted with no regrets.

During our conversation yesterday Rose whispered to me. "I dream of us often. Sara just got divorced and came back home. I finally told her about us. She wants to meet you, if you are interested, Wes. I'm pretty sure she needs you."

"I'd love to meet Sara, Rose." I admitted as my own bride of a year, Tamara, appeared by my side. Six months pregnant with her milk chocolate complexion aglow, I made the introductions. All the while dreaming of the possibilities the future held if Sara turns out to be as submissive as her mother, my Rose, and Tamara are.

- Fiction by LW Taylor



Rose



Once upon a time, there was a woman who was somewhat dissatisfied with the life she was living. She couldn't put her finger on it, although she had tried to do so many times -- and more and more she had tried of late to put her finger on just what it was she was missing. The only problem was that when she set aside time to really think about it, she found that she really didn't have any idea just where to put her finger. 

She had a husband who loved her and was moderately attentive. She had two grown children who were doing well enough. She had a well-furnished house, one of those zippy little sports cars, a healthy bank account and a full clothes closet. She even had some pricey jewellery along with a good assortment of fashionable costume stuff. Her pantry was full as was her freezer. As she contemplated her possessions, she realised that the bit that was missing probably had nothing to do with her material possessions. Indeed, she had a good job, social profile, and many friends -- some of whom were close friends; even one or two she would trust with her very attractive husband. So, what was it that niggled at the back of her head and gave her the feeling that she was not complete? It was a mildly nagging mystery, which caused her to sigh heavily as she brought the wine glass to her lips for a long sip.

Slouching back on the couch, she recalled the time when she was completely happy. She longed for those days again. Try as she might, no matter how busy she became, or how full her social calendar was, there was that little quiet voice that said, "You could be happier." in a mildly admonishing tone. The voice, however, never said what it was that would make her happier and that frustrated her. She took another long-ish sip of wine.

She was alone in the house now. He was out at some sports bar with some of his friends drinking and watching the game on the big screen TV. The supper dishes were messily piled up on the counter waiting for her. It was dark, and as she got up to pull the curtains shut, she noticed the light from the upper window in the house across the street. That was Janet and Harry's house. A lovely couple -- empty nesters -- who were just a little

too open about their personal lives to become fast friends with her and Jack, but nevertheless they had shared many a meal with them as they visited back and forth along with other close-by neighbours.

As she turned away from having closed the curtain across her living room window, she realised that Janet might not have had any clothes on. She shook her head in mild dismay and tut-tutted to herself. She fell onto the couch and reached for her wine. Somewhat despondently, she flicked on the TV. As she sipped more wine, her thumb that was pressing the channel selector on the remote moved more quickly. The channels flicked by in a blur. She was definitely unhappy. And frustrated. Very frustrated. In exasperation, she tossed the remote onto the far seat of the couch after stabbing at the Off button.

The only thing that seemed to satisfy her these days was a hot, steamy bath full of bubbles that was ringed by candles. Springing from the couch she almost ran up the stairs to her bedroom -- well, their bedroom actually, but she never thought of it in those terms. It was her bedroom. By the time she was at the bedroom doorway, her blouse was halfway undone. She flicked on the light and proceeded to shuck her clothes off, leaving them scattered about on the floor where they fell. She hurried into the bathroom and turned on the bath water. In no time at all, the bathroom was full of steam and a soothing fragrance from the bath beads. Back in the bedroom, she quickly found her favourite CD and slipped it into the player. Moments later the familiar strains from her favourite Webber musical started its magic on her and she could feel herself beginning to relax. She slipped into the very hot water, sharply sucking breaths as she lowered her body into the hot, soothing soup.

An hour later, the water having lost most of its heat and her fingers well shrivelled, she, now in a very languorous mood, stepped out of the bath and towelled herself dry. She always liked this part of the bath. She smelt lovely, she was relaxed, and she was mellow. She luxuriated in the warmth of the bathroom and the feeling of being naked. Watching herself in the mirror, she stretched this way and that carefully monitoring how her breasts fell or swayed. She watched her hips and legs. She teased herself by turning away from the mirror and then looking back at the mirror image and mimicked the seductive smile and look she had seen so many cover girls doing on men's magazines on the rack at the corner store. She laughed at herself. How ridiculous she must look she thought. Then, she found herself standing facing the mirror full on, with her feet apart and her hands behind her head, she watched herself thrust her hips forward in a lewd pose and spread her elbows as widely as possible so that her breasts were not only fully visible, but openly inviting inspection. The woman in the mirror had a very serious -- no, not serious -- a very determined and sensual look on her face. She wanted a man to look at her. She wanted to be desired lustily and forcefully. Yes! She wanted to be taken and used. Oh my God! she muttered to herself. Now where on earth did that come from? She blushed at herself and embarrassed, wrapped herself up in her towel and marched out of the bathroom. 

She was breathing sharply. She could feel her cheeks burning as she turned on the bedside light and turned the CD player down. Sitting on the side of the bed, she thought about the last few minutes in the bathroom. It excited her and it disgusted her. How could she be like that? No respectable middle-aged-going-on-senior woman of society would ever be like that, would she? While she was mulling it over, it dawned on her that her bedroom window curtains were wide open and Janet and Harry were indeed naked and they were looking at her. They waved. 

Utterly mortified, she slid off the edge of the bed, dropping to the floor with a thud, and scrambled over to the window as fast as her hands and knees could get her there. Hiding below the window, she reached up to the curtains and urgently tugged them into place. Once satisfied they were in the fully closed position, she raced over to the bedside table and turned off the light. Panting from the exertion and from the deep embarrassment, she flopped down on the bed and lay there in an agitated state, her chest heaving and her cheeks burning with an intensity she hadn't felt since high school. 

But what was it they were burning from? Although she hadn't consciously formulated that question in her mind, nevertheless she was struggling with the answer. She couldn't decide whether she was embarrassed that she had been seen by Harry and Janet with only a towel about her body; or, was she embarrassed that she had seen them in their obviously naked state, and that they didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. She definitely wasn't ready to sit there and wave back and forth at them like that, nor she was quite sure, would she ever be. 

Good grief, she thought, if they were that brazen, they might well be way too open about other things, mighten they? Her mind bounced about haphazardly like a ball in a pinball game thinking about the 'other things'. She wondered if the other neighbours had seen Harry and Janet. Well it wouldn't be difficult to see them; after all, they only had to glance over. Then Rose wondered if other couples deliberately left their curtains open too. What if the Boswells or the Stewarts were wandering about naked and not minding if they were seen? The thought made Rose shudder quite involuntarily. The problem was that her body shuddered from heightened excitement while her mind recoiled in disgust. 

Then a thought occurred to her. Almost like an automaton but with a mind racing with excitement, she slipped on her jeans and a light sweater and hurried downstairs. She jammed on her sandals and slipped out the back door. The fresh night air gave her pause as she stood for a moment on her back step. It was then she realized she hadn't put on a bra and the cooler air -- or was it the state of her mind -- was causing her to break out in goose bumps and to have very visible affects on her nipples. She quickly opened the door, reached inside to the switches and flipped off the back door light. She exhaled the breath she had been holding as the door latched shut. 

Folding her arms tightly in front of her, she descended the steps and walked carefully out to the driveway at the side of the house. She still wasn't convinced she was doing something she should be. Wandering about the neighbourhood late at night might cause some suspicion, right? She screwed up her courage, turned at the sidewalk, and began to

walk down the road. During daylight hours or at other times with nothing but innocent intent she had walked along this very path thousands of times and thought nothing of it. However, tonight she was walking with less than honourable intent and it gave her the shivers. 

As she had come down her driveway, she saw the light on in Harry and Janet's bedroom, but because she was now down on the ground, she could see nothing but their ceiling. She wondered briefly if they were still up there naked doing god-knows-what. Walking along the street, she glanced quickly up at the houses she passed. At least those next to her and across the street next to Harry and Janet were dark. She had to force herself to look long enough to determine if the windows were actually covered or whether the light was just off in the room. The windows were covered. Then she wondered if she should mention anything to Agnes Stewart, her next-door neighbour. No, she thought, not yet.

By now, she was down to the corner of the short block. She turned around and started her walk back. Without thinking about it, she walked in the street taking her time to cross it since there was no need to worry about traffic. She continued along until she came to a spot opposite her house and directly in front of Harry and Janet's. She stopped and looked at her house. Somehow, there was a feeling of detachment now. She looked at the house as though it belonged to someone else. She wondered what the woman was like who lived there. 

It was then she heard laughter and short, mirthful shrieks that sounded like they were being stifled. The merriment was coming from Harry and Janet's backyard. Then she heard the splash of water. Ah, she thought, they are out in their pool. Glancing back between the houses, she could see lights on in the backyard, and then more laughter and voices other than Harry and Janet's voices. The mystery was too much for Rose. 

She tiptoed across the lawn and down between their house and Boswell's place. She came to the tall wooden privacy fence connecting the houses. She was too short to see over and was about to turn back in frustration when she noticed a small knothole in one

of the boards. Cautiously, she bent over and put her face to the board. She felt like a little kid, and she also felt decidedly excited and just a little naughty. She shivered, but not from the night air. Then, upon viewing their backyard, she almost gasped aloud. As it was, she fell to her knees in shock. There on the poolside, Harry and Janet were having sex while the Boswells -- the very naked Boswells -- were looking on, and making very obscene comments that were offered as encouragement to Harry and Janet and to which, the two of them responded enthusiastically. 

This was all too much. Rose picked herself up somewhat unsteadily and hurried back across the street to her home. By the time she was beside her house, she put her hand out to steady herself. She stumbled up the steps to her backdoor and fell into kitchen. Her heart was racing, her mind going twice as fast. What was going on? Had she been living in her own little bubble all these years? How could she not have known the Rawlins and the Boswells were indulging in that sort of behaviour before now? She definitely had to speak to Agnes tomorrow. 

The relaxing effects of the bath having long worn off, she was now back to being the tense, frustrated woman she had been; even more so now because she had to deal with an altered reality that threatened to tear apart her safe and sanitary world. By now, her aromatic tea had steeped. She took the steaming cup upstairs and set it on the night table at her side of the bed. After pulling the sweater up and over her head, she tossed it into the chair in the corner. She reached over and turned on the bedside light. She unzipped her jeans and kicked them off without noticing the very wet crotch. Now as naked as the Rawlins and the Boswells, she reclined on her bed, the pillows supporting her against the headboard. The sip of tea warmed her and its fragrance made her feel a bit better; she was once again safe in her cozy little world. 

The movement in the bed made her aware she had been sleeping. She reached down to pull the covers over her but couldn't find them. The more she reached around, the more she became awake. The more awake she became, the more she realised she was chilly. Mildly exasperated she sat up and looked for the covers. There were none. She had fallen asleep on top of the covers. What's more, Jack had come home and slipped under the covers without waking her, until now. It was him moving about that woke her up. She looked at the bedside clock and was startled to see it was after seven. She had slept the night away. Slipping off the bed, she padded over to the window and peeked out through the narrow opening she made where the two curtains overlapped. The Rawlins' windows were covered; probably more to keep the light out than to stop anyone from looking in she thought. Carefully closing the curtains again, she silently made her way to the bathroom, picked up her thick fluffy white terry towel robe and left the bedroom to Jack and his semi-snoring. 

It was unusual for her to be up and about this early in the morning since she retired last year. She quickly had developed a habit of sleeping in till mid-morning. By then, the world was busy and she just fell in along with the crowd and let it carry her along. At this hour, however, one was able to consider one's options and make plans for the day. But especially, one could savour the quiet and peacefulness of the early day. There is a fresh quality to the day at that time that is lost by eight o'clock. She idly wondered why she ever stopped getting up and enjoying the early day.

The deep aroma of the brewing coffee filled her with a happy satisfaction. The backyard was full of sunshine. The patio beckoned invitingly. Besides, she had a lot of thinking to do, and needed to come to some conclusions about her experiences last night and what the knowledge she gained from them meant for her, if anything. 

With her thermos and mug, both full of coffee, she pushed open the patio door in the family room and stepped out into the warmth of the sun and her patio set. She pushed the chaise lounge over to the table, set its back at a comfortable semi-reclining position and sat down. As she cradled her warm mug in her hands, she saw Agnes hanging the last of her basket of wash out on the line. Perhaps fate was with her after all. Rose waved and Agnes nodded in reply. 

Soon the two of them were sitting together at Rose's patio table chatting about family, volunteer work and the world in general. Rose was waiting for an appropriate moment to edge the conversation to where she wanted it, and it seemed as though the chance would never arrive. Then, unexpectedly, Agnes started talking about some odd behaviour that people exhibit, and how she noticed some folk in the neighbourhood - no names of course - appeared to behave quite oddly. It was then that Rose noticed that Agnes was pointedly looking right at her, eyeball to eyeball. The silence at the end of Agnes' comment became deeper and darker. Despite being bundled up in her thick, fluffy robe, Rose felt very naked and very vulnerable. Her cheeks were burning again. Oh dear god, she whimpered to herself, Agnes saw me last night.

Rose shifted uncomfortably in her chair and looked around at her neatly trimmed garden and the overflowing flower beds she so diligently tended. She could see it all crashing in around her, losing it all -- her house, her husband, her reputation -- over a silly indiscretion she now regretted with all her heart. She glanced back at Agnes with fear and pleading in her eyes. Agnes, however, wasn't looking at Rose, or at least not looking Rose in the eye any longer. Agnes was intently looking at Rose's chest area. Rose glanced down to see what had caught Agnes' attention. If Rose had been blushing before; now she became absolutely crimson. Agnes was studying Rose's breasts that were now mostly exposed by her having shifted in her chair just a few moments ago. She froze; her humiliation paralysed her. 

She wanted to cover up and run crying into her house, but she couldn't move. Her arms were leaden; her feet became blocks of concrete. All she could focus on was Agnes' face. Then the unimaginable happened. Agnes, mistaking Rose's immobility for acquiescence, stretched out her right hand. To Rose it became the head of a snake about to strike. It hesitated, retreated and then advanced again, several times, further mesmerizing her as it did so. Finally it struck. Instead of making contact with force, it gently and slowly caressed her left breast; cupping it and very carefully holding it in her hand. Rose gasped; the touch was electric. Agnes' tongue raced about her lips before receding into her wickedly smiling mouth. 

No one had ever touched Rose like that before. None had ever been as gentle, as careful, or as sensual as Agnes was being at this moment. Rose's mind was racing faster than it had ever done. What was she to do? She loved the touch; she wanted more of it she was sure because her body was telling her so. She placed her hand on Agnes' wrist and held it so Agnes couldn't withdraw. Agnes smiled more deeply and looked at Rose with an air of possessiveness. She leaned over, closing in on Rose and whispered: "Come over for coffee at eight this evening." She then released Rose's breast from her gentle grip, got up and marched away without so much as a glance back, leaving Rose at her patio table in a state of complete bewilderment.

Without thinking, Rose pulled her robe over herself and tugged at the belt to tighten it. She was in a fog; she was disoriented to the point of not really knowing where she was, what she was supposed to be doing or even where she was supposed to be going, if anywhere. Nearly stumbling, she made her way hesitantly to the patio door, struggled to slide it open, and then numbly fell into the large, over stuffed chair in their family room. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tighter. Her face bore the look of a woman deep in thought and fully detached from her surroundings. 

She replayed her discoveries of the previous night including all her feelings about the discoveries. Each feeling was parsed, turned over and over so that no part of it was left without a full inspection. She replayed her actions in her bathroom and looked for any possible links between those activities and her discoveries. Finally, when she was very sure there was nothing new to be gleaned from any of that, she set them aside and pulled down her memories of her very recent experience with Agnes. Try as she might, there were just so many unanswerable questions. And most of all, what was she to do about it all? Her world as she had lived it, been happy in it, thought she knew it and the greater world around her now were on the brink of tilting irrevocably into an abyss. She felt adrift without a compass. How was she to regain her bearings? 




Rose



The balance of the day was a blur to Rose. She really didn't connect with anything Jack talked about. She was on automatic pilot. It was after supper, after the clearing up that she wandered from the kitchen over to the family room expecting to find Jack sprawled on the couch watching TV. He wasn't there. She then remembered that he was over at Walt's for a card game. She now realised she was alone for the best part of the night since card games at Walt's sometimes lasted until the wee hours. 

Without thinking, she turned on the bathtub taps, poured a good measure of bath beads into the tub and went to the bedroom to undress. She was just about to begin unbuttoning her blouse when she remembered. She strode over to the window and pulled the curtains shut very tightly. As she was pulling them shut, she could see the Rawlins' curtains were pulled wide open and the light was on -- again. 

The bath water felt lovely. Her music softly serenaded her. She started to relax. The bath beads filled her with a heady aroma of cinnamon. She actually smiled to herself and drew her hands up over her body feeling the luxury of the warm water moving against it and the slickness of her wet skin. A slight and delicious tingle made its way from her belly button southward. She sighed. Before she knew it, her right hand had found her left breast and was holding it just like Agnes held it in the early morning. She manipulated her breast, slowly and deliberately. Persistent images of Agnes holding it would not go away. Her left hand moved up and held her right breast. Agnes would probably hold both at once if given the chance. She wondered how much better that might feel. Oh god, she exclaimed to herself, I have to stop this. With that, she launched herself out of the tub and started furiously towelling herself down. She ignored the tingling in her groin. She ignored the persistent thoughts of Agnes; and most of all she tried very hard to ignore the lurid images of the Boswells and the Rawlins from the previous night.

The bedside clock said it was seven thirty. Rose fell onto the bed in a state of mild annoyance. She felt in the mood for some Jack. Damn him anyway! Just when she could make sure he was well used up, he wasn't around. Well, his loss she pouted. Then she realised what she was doing and laughed at herself. Nevertheless, she was aroused. She let her right hand run down between her legs. She drew a breath quickly. That felt very good. She got up and walked into the bathroom to where her large mirrors were. It was a little game she played, watching herself and thinking it was another woman. She enjoyed it. She responded to it -- to herself. She moved slowly and provocatively. She stepped further back so she could see the entire woman. She told herself the woman was a dirty slut. The slut moved even more provocatively. The dirty slut then moved back further into the bedroom behind her leaving Rose with no doubt at all what the woman would do next. 

The slut pulled on the smallest thong she possessed. Rose shivered with excitement. Considering her bra for only a heartbeat, she left it on the bed and slipped into a thin wool sweater that clung to her body. It left little to the imagination regarding the size and shape of her breasts; a fact she reacquainted herself with as she looked down to zip up her shorts. She gave herself an appreciative once over in the mirror before lightly bouncing downstairs, down past all her doubts, misgivings and self-recrimination. After slipping on her sandals, she hurried across the two driveways separating her house from Agnes' before her nervousness became too much for her.

"What?" Harry shouted in reply to something his wife had called out to him from the bedroom. "I can't make you out." Harry couldn't hear because the splashing of his urine into the toilet bowl was making too much white noise; it effectively covered other sounds, one of which happened to be his wife's voice. Janet wisely waited until she couldn't hear him peeing any longer.

"I asked if you thought Janet would talk to us again."

"Who cares? The uptight little bitch needs a good public fucking, but she is about as likely to have one as is Mother Theresa." With that, he shook himself and flushed before leaving the bathroom and walking down the hall to the office down the hall.

Janet had been wondering if she and Harry hadn't been a little too forward the previous night when they purposely stood in their bedroom and waved to Rose. Janet liked Rose even though they weren't close. She surmised why they weren't and couldn't blame Rose for keeping her distance. Nevertheless, the plain truth of the matter was that Janet was enjoying herself far too much to bring her behaviour into line with what Rose probably expected of her. If they were ever to be better friends, it would have to be Rose who changed. Janet sighed.

Then there was the matter of Rose's husband. Best not think about that right now she cautioned herself. With that she got up off the bed and glanced across the road at both Rose's and Agnes' houses before leaving the room. Rose's curtains were open as she regularly had them and Agnes' were shut tight as she always had them. There was something not quite normal about Agnes. Janet wished she could figure out what it was.

She wandered down the hall to the spare bedroom she and Harry used as an office. It was not only outfitted with office furniture, but there was a small couch that hid a pull-out bed and coffee table in there too. She smiled as she entered. Jack, the horny bastard -- and it was one of his features that she loved about him -- was already logged onto the web cam chat room and had the web cam on. Who knows how many others around the world watched Janet, naked and smiling, enter the office where Jack, also naked, sat manning the keyboard and cam. They were well known regulars by the other denizens. Most of those regulars were naked and on cam too. Judging by some of the comments already flashing across the chat box, tonight promised lots of very explicit sex. Not thirty years ago, the activities Janet and Harry engaged in on public web cams would have led to their arrest on indecency charges at a minimum. Now it was just an every day occurrence if you knew where to look.

Harry and Janet had invited the Boswell's to join them this evening, but Rick had declined the invitation. He just couldn't risk the public exposure and any embarrassment that it would entail. It was one thing to indulge in some swinging in the privacy of a house or backyard, but quite another to get up on a world stage and do things you wouldn't want your mother to know about. Martha took her cue from Rick. Harry and Janet both later wondered between them if they hadn't seen just a flicker of disappointment on her face when Rick said they couldn't make it this evening.

It was getting to be dark out and Janet got up to close the office curtains before she turned on the light in the room. She only did it because the woman in the house behind them had made it very clear that if her children ever mentioned again that they were able to see naked people, she would call the police. The fucking bitch, Janet thought, and flipped her finger at the woman's house as she pulled the curtain closed. After taking her seat beside Jack, she leaned back in her chair so that she was fully exposed. She then reached over and fondled his cock for all the world to see, or at least those who were logged into the public chat room.

Agnes was in her kitchen waiting for Rose. Up to the point that Rose actually arrived, Agnes wasn't sure at all that Rose would really come. After slipping inside Agnes' back door, Rose stood for a moment in the back hall and mentally prepared herself for what, in all likelihood, might occur in the next couple of hours. In that short space of time, Agnes put her cup down and tried not to have it rattle in the saucer and thereby give away how nervous she was; that was the last thing she wanted Rose to know about her right now. 

"Come in." Agnes' voice sounded strong and self assured. While it had a welcoming tone to it, all the same, it also had an edge to it. Agnes very much wanted Rose to become accustomed to being spoken to as if she, Agnes, was in charge, in control. Rose entered the kitchen and smiled in greeting at Agnes. Rose nearly melted on the spot. Agnes had very obviously prepared herself for their coffee together. Her make-up was impeccable. Her dark features were accentuated by subtle but very precise use of eye liner and mascara; her lips were painted a very deep shade of red. Agnes' skin, while quite white, seemed to be even whiter with the dramatic use of the black and deep red accents. She had put on a black silk caftan that had a dramatically deep neckline. Her shiny black hair was pulled back severely and tied up in a tight bun. Rose stood still just inside the kitchen door, mesmerized by Agnes. Regally, Agnes arose and glided over to Rose. She crooked her right index finger and placed it gently under Rose's chin, thereby lifting it just a little. Rose was now searching Agnes' cool, dark eyes for something, she wasn't sure what. Agnes in return gave nothing away. She leaned into Rose just a little and lightly kissed her on the lips. It was over in a moment. Rose wasn't even sure it happened, but she was sure something had. She was feeling light headed. 

"Sit down." Agnes' voice again had that edge to it. Rose sat down at once, thankful to rest. She was lightly wringing her hands in her lap. She gave the kitchen a quick glance about as if she expected to see others there. No one was. 

"Coffee?" Agnes' question really was more of a command. Rose quickly nodded and let Agnes pour her a cup. By now Agnes was over her little bout of stage fright and moved with assurance and control. On the other hand, Rose was becoming increasingly fidgety. 

"Why did you come here tonight?" Agnes wanted Rose to have to explain herself, to start laying herself bare as it were. She wanted Rose to begin admitting what was lurking just below Rose's veneer of social respectability. Agnes remembered clearly how Rose reacted earlier that morning when Agnes had touched her breast. Agnes recognised the unmistakable yearning by Rose to have Agnes go much further than just slipping a hand over her breast. 

"You invited me." Rose's voice had a soupcon of defiance in it along with a good dash of incredulity. Agnes' eyes bored into Rose's. Rose blushed a deep crimson and hung her head to avoid Agnes' intensity. Any defiance or incredulity on Rose's part vanished. She knew why she had come and now Agnes, she was sure, knew why she had come too. 

"And, why did you accept my invitation, Rose?" Agnes' voice was quietly superior and icy in its probing. There was a quality to it that put Rose on the defensive. She fleetingly considered apologising to Agnes and asking for her forgiveness. That was just how she felt at the moment. Most of all though, Rose was well aware that Agnes was toying with her; that Agnes knew exactly why Rose had accepted the invitation, and why Rose was not wearing a bra and had put on a sweater that showed off her breasts to maximum advantage. 

Rose's breath was now tainted with Agnes' fragrance. It was heady stuff. It made Rose want to get closer to the source and spend time breathing it in and letting it fill her up. The floral bouquet was tinged with a sharper, spicy quality. That spiciness was stronger than an after note. It was a definite foundation to the whole fragrance. There was solidity to it. Rose breathed in deeply and almost closed her eyes. 

"I love what you are wearing, Agnes." Agnes smiled in appreciation. She quietly placed her left hand on Rose's right and gave it a light squeeze. Agnes left her hand on Rose's. Rose left her hand in place too. So it begins she said to herself. I wondered how she would do it.

Not moving their hands, Agnes rose from the table and stood very close to Rose. She placed her right hand behind Rose's head and gently pulled Rose to her. Soon Rose had her face buried in Agnes' caftan and was quite openly savouring Agnes' perfume. Rose put her free arm around Agnes' waist. Not that she was trying to find out, but Rose was sure now that Agnes wasn't wearing anything under her caftan.

Agnes freed herself from Rose after a moment or two. "You remember me speaking about the strange behaviour of some people earlier?" Rose nodded. "Well, I want you to see something." With that, Agnes took Rose by the hand and led her downstairs to the rec room in their basement. Besides the entertainment center and the large screen TV, over against the far wall there was a computer. It was on. As Agnes led Rose closer to it, Rose could make out a smaller image on the screen. It was of a couple of people. Upon getting closer, she could see they didn't have any clothes on. Oh my god! It was Harry and Janet! She couldn't believe her eyes. She bent down closer to the screen on the laptop to get a better look. Sure enough, Janet was masturbating Harry and watching something that was making her smile. 

"She's watching the chat room dialogue." Agnes had guessed Rose's question. "She is reading what some viewers are saying to them. Do you want to see what is being said?"

"No. Not really." She was struck by how sexy Janet looked. She had a very good body. Rose experienced a twinge of enviousness. 

"They look happy doing that, don't they? I am always surprised how openly they like having sex on cam." 

"How long have you been watching them do this?" 

"Ohh," Agnes was thoughtful for a moment, "about a year now."

By now, Rose had straightened up and was standing erect looking at Agnes and only giving occasional glances to the laptop. "What's the matter? Don't you like watching them?" Agnes asked. "I know it's all new for you, isn't it?" she continued. "From the way you reacted last night to seeing them and the Boswells in their backyard, I would say that was your first time, right?" Agnes' observation was more statement than question. And it left little room for any denial from Rose. 

Of course, Rose could only whimper and turn very bright red. "How did you see me? I thought your curtains were closed." 

"When you don't have a light on in the room" countered Agnes, "you can have a crack or two in the curtains and not be seen."

"You watch them in their backyard?" 

"And in their bedroom."

"Oh my god!"

"And now, I am going to watch you. Take your sweater off." Agnes' voice took a hard turn. Her last demand was an order. No doubt about it. Agnes sat in the chair at the computer desk. She casually glanced at the Rawlins on the screen. By now Janet was giving Harry a very enthusiastic blow job. 

Rose tentatively took her sweater hem and slowly started to raise it. "Now!" Agnes spat out the order. It startled Rose and she jumped and in so doing pulled the sweater up to her head. "Right off." Agnes continued. Now that her breasts were exposed, Rose didn't see much point in being coy. She pulled the sweater up and over her head. She tossed it on the stuffed chair nearby. 

"Put your hands behind your head and slowly turn around." Agnes drank in Rose's topless form. When Rose was turned away from her, Agnes got up and stood behind her. Rose could feel Agnes' hands on her bare waist, and then felt them rise up and over her rib cage and then, finally, under her breasts. Agnes cupped Rose's breasts. Rose nearly swooned. "Now take your shorts off." She whispered into Rose's ear. Rose unclasped her hands from behind her head and slid them down her body to her shorts waist band. She unclasped the front of the band and then unzipped them. They fell at her feet. 

Agnes backed up. She was intently looking at Rose. "You are beautiful." Rose blushed again. 

"Now your panties." Rose hesitated.

"If you don't do as I tell you, when I tell you, Sweetie; I will punish you." Rose's knees nearly buckled; her head was spinning again. She pushed her panties off and stood there naked, and let Agnes lustily ogle her. Rose was now experiencing something she never had before. She had a sense of purpose. She liked making Agnes happy, and if it meant being naked and letting Agnes look at her, or touch her, then she would happily let that happen. During that revelation, she had missed the part where Agnes had moved up to within inches of her because the very next thing she knew was that Agnes had a finger or two in the soft and very moist folds of her vagina. 

No sooner had Rose felt Agnes in her, than Agnes withdrew her hand. Rose exhaled an audible whimper and opened her eyes to plead with Agnes. 

"Get dressed and go home. You have had enough for tonight." Rose couldn't believe her ears. Agnes' order was like a sudden slap to the face. She was being dismissed. She didn't want to go home just yet. She wanted more, much more. She was too aroused to go home now that she had shown Agnes she was willing to play the games that Agnes wanted. She felt betrayed. Her anger welled up inside her. 

"I warned you, Sweetie. Now you will be punished." And before Rose fully realised what was happening Agnes swiftly pulled her forward and tucking Rose's head and shoulders under her left arm and holding her tightly enough to pin Rose's hands to her sides. Agnes proceeded to apply a series of sharp smacks to Rose's bottom. Rose cried out more from shock than pain, at finding herself hopelessly trapped by the surprising strength of the other woman, but as the spanking continued, Rose began to struggle because her bottom was now hurting and Rose realised she was squealing and crying for release; both because of the pain and the fact she was being treated like a child and it embarrassed and humiliated her. Then Agnes stopped. 

"Now," said Agnes very evenly, "get dressed and go home. I will let you know when I want you here again."

Rose was near tears as she dressed and left. She zipped up her shorts on the way up the basement stairs. She wasn't coming back ever! She nearly stumbled on the top stairs as tears flooded her eyes. Her face was beet red. She dashed home and ran upstairs to her bedroom, flung herself on her bed and cried and cried. She was racked with sobs. Several minutes went by before she could regain control of herself. She was very hurt; hurt emotionally not physically, although her bottom still stung from the spanking. "That bitch!" she spat the words out with vehemence in her mind. If she never saw Agnes Stewart again it would be too soon. 

Rose was now tearing her clothes off in anger and retaliation. She stormed about the bedroom calling Agnes every swear word she could muster, but even in the darkness of her mood, she realised that her vocabulary was limited in that regard because the repetitiveness of her name calling was starting to sound silly. 

Now naked, she approached her old friend, the bathtub, and turned on the water. She felt like a very hot, long soak. She wandered out to the bedroom and aimlessly sorted thru the CDs. She found a Willie Nelson she liked and put it on. Soon Willie's crooning and iconic guitar playing filled the bedroom and spilled out into the bathroom. On her way back to the tub, Rose did a couple of two-steps in time to Willie. She was starting to feel better. 

Aside from a lot of "ooooh-ing" and "ahhhhh-ing" as she lowered her freshly spanked bum into the hot water, the next hour passed leisurely and pleasantly. By the time she got out of the tub, she felt much better, but not about Agnes. It would be a frosty day in June before she let that bitch near her again. That was for sure. 

She was well into watching the slut in the mirror and backing up into the bedroom to put distance between herself and the woman, and perhaps to give the woman more room to move about in a very naughty manner, when she realised the curtains to her bedroom were open -- wide open. She was naked, dancing very provocatively and Janet was across the way watching her. Somewhere in Rose's mind she reasoned that if Janet liked looking enough to wave (and she had), and she liked the activities of the chat room (she obviously did), and she deliberately left her curtains open all the time (as she does), then most likely Janet will like watching her now. Rose knew she liked being looked at because that was one of a number of things she very much liked when she was in Agnes' basement. Rose never missed a beat with Willie. She just kept on dancing and gradually turned to the window and stared at Janet while Janet stared back. Rose had shivers of pleasure in parts of her body that never before had the experience. She knew she was going to be doing this again; perhaps many times again. She also thought that it was time she had Janet over for coffee. 




Rose



During the last few bars of Willie's song, Rose stopped dancing and leisurely walked over to the window; she smiled at Janet and slowly pulled the curtains closed. 

"What are you smiling about?" Rose was slipping on her white robe and still had a wide smile of pleasure. Pleasure about how she felt, pleasure about what she had just done and pleasure about the naughtiness of it all. She hadn't heard Jack come home. His sudden appearance startled her and the tone of his voice added to her immediate apprehensiveness. He was not happy. 

"I just had a bath and I feel good." She countered. She had to be careful about what she said and how she said it. When Jack was in a good mood, he was the Jack she loved and enjoyed being with all these years. However, whenever he was in a bad mood, and lately that seemed to be more often than not and as he obviously was now, she had to be very careful. Shit, she swore to herself as she felt her happiness draining away and having it replaced with cold edge of guarded caution. 

"I am going to make a drink. Do you want one?" she asked trying to think of something that would get his mind off whatever it was -- and it was probably his bad luck at the card game. She wondered how much he had lost this time. 

"No. I am going to bed." That was that. At least he wouldn't be nasty to her and force her into having sex just to ease his hostility. She hated him doing that, there was no love, no selfless giving to one another, he just took and did it dispassionately and sometimes quite roughly. She slipped out of the bedroom and downstairs while he stomped about the bedroom, cursing and muttering under his breath. 

Downstairs with a glass of wine in her hand she stepped out onto her patio. She sat down on the chaise lounge and reclined. She felt quite excited actually. Despite that bitch next door treating her the way she had, she admitted to herself that there was much of their time together that she enjoyed. She actually enjoyed it very much. She re-lived the evening. She analysed how filled with butterflies she felt before she went over, how she warmed up physically in Agnes' kitchen, how she became aroused seeing Harry and Janet on the computer -- what was that internet address anyway? -- how excited and good she felt being ordered to undress for Agnes and how she knew before hand that sooner or later she would be naked with Agnes, and how she felt when Agnes surprised her by spanking her. She giggled to herself thinking about how she must have looked. She could once again feel herself pinned in Agnes' hold on her. She felt again the spanking. She moved in the chaise so that her legs were slightly spread. She could feel herself once again becoming aroused. Surprisingly her body responded to that memory. Carefully, she started at the beginning again. She was naked. Agnes told her to dress and go home. She remembered standing and looking at Agnes in disbelief. She saw Agnes becoming cross with her and moving suddenly, taking hold of her and then those first few smacks on her bottom. 

Rose grunted softly. She had climaxed. She was surprised to find that she had been masturbating. Quickly she withdrew her hand from under her robe. She took a long sip of wine. She was trembling slightly. Looking around, she was relieved to see that she was alone with the stars and the waning moon. 

No lights on at Agnes'. I wonder if she is watching me now. She couldn't tell. Agnes had been right. With no lights on in the rooms, and with the curtains drawn, it was very difficult if not impossible to tell if someone was behind the curtains watching. Then a delicious thought entered her mind. 

She stood up leaving her glass on the table. It would signal that she was intending to return. She quickly returned to the house and silently crept upstairs. By the time she got to the top of the stairs, she smiled broadly. Good, he was snoring. She turned and quickly descended the stairs and stepped out onto the patio again. 

I'll show that witch what she was missing. And with that she sat down again on the chaise, stretched herself out luxuriously and undid the tie to her robe and let it fall open. She sat up enough to wriggle out of it before reclining again. Now naked, the night air caressing her body in a sensual whisper, she splayed her legs wantonly and began to masturbate. She looked directly at Agnes' kitchen window. She hoped, longed for and wished Agnes was there watching her. She wanted that bitch to want her. She wanted that bitch to hunger for her. Spank me will you? Spank me ....ooooooohh yes.. spank me! Oh god! She shuddered violently and climaxed once more. She lay there panting, fully depleted and happy. She was spent and panting. The light in Agnes' kitchen went on. 

Janet picked up the phone on the second ring. She was mildly surprised to hear Rose on the other end. Rose had screwed up all her courage before dialling Janet's number and her anxiety was evident in her voice as she spoke with Janet. She was still breaking out in a sweat thinking about how careless and stupid she had been. Inviting Janet over for coffee continued to take a good deal of Rose's resolve. She wasn't at all sure how she would talk to Janet about her behaviour last night, and how it would never happen again. She sure didn't want to have the conversation she hoped they might with Jack or Harry around. No, it was to be just the two of them talking about the previous night. She was filled with regrets about it and wasn't at all sure Janet would understand. 

Janet happily accepted Rose's invitation for a mid-afternoon coffee on Rose's patio. Janet still hadn't mentioned to Harry about Rose's show the previous evening. She wasn't sure why she hadn't, but intuitively, she felt it was not the thing to do just yet. She smiled at the thought of having Rose dancing for her in the privacy of Rose's living room. She shivered just a little and her nipples stiffened. She spent the next few minutes thinking about how she would have to mollify Rose and get her to calm down. It will be very interesting to find out what prompted Rose to act so uncharacteristically. 

Rose was doubly nervous. Just after lunch, Jack had announced he was going next door to watch the game. He would be gone for a couple of hours. Did she want him to tell Agnes she could visit with Rose? Rose just about choked. Thankfully, she was able to tell Jack she had Janet coming over and since it had been a while since the two of them had had any time together; she just wanted to spend time with her, thank you anyway. Oh sweet mother! Rose thought as she sighed heavily. What if Agnes tells Jack about last night? She was hoped Agnes wouldn't since it would incriminate her in front of her husband and Jack. Maybe, just maybe she might be safe for the moment. 

Then she remembered that Jack had a long-standing and very earnest wish to watch her with another woman. Hell, Jack might come home and force himself on her while he made her tell him all about it. She shuddered with deep unease. Then there was Janet. She felt unpleasantly light headed again. 

She sat down before she fell down. How did she ever get herself into this mess? Two days ago she was living a respectably lovely, safe life with no real worries at all. Now she was potentially subject to blackmail by two of her neighbours and in danger of losing her husband and home. She felt like crying. 

Not ten minutes after Jack left, there was a knock at the back door. It was Janet. Rose put on her very best hostess face and smiled and gushed (not too much) about how glad she was Janet had accepted her last moment invitation. Rose ushered Janet out to the patio and to a seat at the table where a chilled bottle of white wine and two glasses waited. 

Janet was the model of a relaxed and friendly guest. Rose, on the other hand, was nervous and fidgety. Finally, Rose couldn't take any more and blurted out how sorry she was about last night, she promised it would never happen again and could Janet ever forgive her? The emotion was so real and Rose's discomfort so great, Janet almost reached out and took her hand in deep sympathy. Instead, she laughed and leaned forward to give Rose a friendly and warm hug. It was so unexpected by Rose that she spontaneously started crying. The tension had been too great for her. Rose leaned into Janet and let Janet hang onto her. She sobbed for several minutes with Janet consoling her and comforting her. 

"Why don't we move inside where it is more comfortable and we are less likely to be overheard?" Janet suggested. Rose nodded feebly and let Janet help her up. Janet cradled the sobbing woman with one arm about her shoulders and led her into the family room and the big stuffed couch. Rose was dabbing at her eyes and didn't notice Janet closing and latching the patio doors before she sat down very close to Rose on the couch.

From her kitchen window, Agnes witnessed, but had not heard the conversation on the deck. When Rose obviously broke down, Agnes wondered if she hadn't told Janet about their little rendezvous last night. It will be interesting to find out she mused. Unlike Rose, Agnes was very collected. She was looking forward to spanking the information out of Rose. Then she smiled even more wickedly when it crossed her mind that she might let her men witness the spanking. Then she dismissed the idea just as quickly as she thought of it. Far too early for that! 

Janet moved in closer to Rose and put her arm around Rose. Rose was sniffling and trying to get Janet to understand how last night was a mistake. She was so sorry she had done it. Janet must think terrible things about her. Finally, Janet got Rose to slow down. Without being too obvious about it, Janet got Rose to believe that Rose's dancing was lovely and she, Janet, enjoyed it very much and was looking forward to watching much more of it. Besides, Janet was very sure that Rose must know by now that Janet and Harry were naked a good deal of the time and they weren't shy about letting Rose or anyone else watch them. 

"Yes, I know. I was watching you on the computer... " Rose's voice trailed off. She just realised what she had done. Janet was silent for a second and then asked if Rose enjoyed watching them? Rose just nodded. Perhaps Janet might just think Rose was watching the computer show here at her house if she didn't say much more. Rose said she hadn't realised that folks did that sort of thing on the internet. She was shocked, but didn't turn it off. 

"Why didn't you turn it off, Rose?"

Rose was blushing, "Because I was quite interested in seeing you and Harry and what you were doing." She said quietly.

"And what did you see us doing?" Janet asked quietly while holding Rose close. Janet was stroking Rose's arm and neck. 

"I watched you sucking Harry. I watched you masturbate each other." Rose despite herself was warming to Janet's touch. She felt secure in Janet's arms. She breathed in Janet's fragrance. She felt much better. The images of the Rawlings on the PC last night were now vividly returning. "How long have you and Harry been on the internet? Aren't you afraid of being identified?"

Janet just hugged Rose closer. She explained how she and Harry had been entertaining on the internet for well over a couple of years now. They loved doing it since they were both true exhibitionists. Since they were both recently retired, and financially secure, they weren't bothered about anyone finding out. They enjoyed a very satisfactory sex life. Wasn't that what it was about? 

Rose thought about it. More power to them she concluded. She wondered if she would even have the nerve to go on the internet. 

"Now," Janet continued, "let's get last night out of the way. I just want you to know that I loved seeing you dancing. I hope you continue to dance from time to time. You turn me on, Rose. Do you mind me saying that?"

Rose was flattered. Janet's caressing was soothing her and comforting her. Rose was still having flashes of Janet and Harry doing naughty stuff on the internet. She glanced at Janet's breasts and tried visualising them in their natural state. They looked lovely last night, on both the PC and when Janet was watching her. Janet watched Rose looking at her breasts. "Do you want to see the girls?" Janet asked laughing. "I will let you see them but you have to do something for me. I want you to dance for me. Oh, don't worry; you don't have to undress; just put some nice music on and move about the room here."

Janet began unbuttoning her blouse. Rose could feel herself breaking out in goose bumps. She had never been this close to someone else's naked breasts. She forced herself to get up, put on some music and then she returned and stood right in front of Janet so she could be as close as possible to those lovely tits. She started moving in time to the music. Janet was now topless, her breasts swayed as she moved in her seat. Janet smiled at Rose. Rose smiled back; she couldn't take her eyes of Janet's breasts. 

"Want to touch them?" Janet was looking at Rose with a look that said she wanted Rose to touch them. Rose just nodded and knelt in front of Janet. Then she put her hand up and caressed the first breast in her life that was not her own. She just about fainted with the intensity of the excitement. 

Agnes smiled to herself as she sat in her kitchen sipping her coffee. She idly wondered what she would see if she slipped over to Rose's patio and peeked through the patio doors. She believed it would be something that Jack -- and Jim for that matter -- would dearly love to watch and to join in. She drained her cup in the sink before putting it in the dishwasher and heading downstairs to the basement. At the bottom of the stairs, she picked up the cane she had left hanging on a hook. Lightly tapping it against the crotch-less leather leggings she was wearing, she made her way over to the far wall. There, beside the desk with the computer on it, she opened a door and stepped into her dungeon. "Hello boys." She gushed with mock conviviality as she swished the cane in the air, "Ready for some more?" Two naked men were shackled to large X-frames against the far wall. Their bottoms were marked with welts from the very energetic application of the cane. Only muffled grunts were their response; the ball gags prevented anything else. She noticed that both of them were sporting erections. Smiling, she gave Jack's penis a very sound tap with the cane. Jack's knees buckled, the cuffs linked to the frame stopped him from collapsing to the floor. Jim's eyes were wide with fear.

"The score is now 3 to 1 for Toronto. Just in case Rose asks you Jack." And she laughed knowing full well Rose was far too busy to be thinking about any game Jack may be watching. Thinking about Rose and what she probably was doing with Janet excited Agnes. She reached up and undid the clips holding Jack to the frame. 

"Mistress needs some attention, Jack. Are you going to be a good boy and service Mistress the way she likes?" At that point, she had the ball gag out of his mouth and he nodded vigorously and whispered that he would be very happy to service Mistress. Whereupon Agnes leaned back in her chair, spread her legs, and allowed Jack access to her, and to satisfy her with his very expert mouth. As she moved closer to her climax, she thought of Rose being only steps away on the other side of the dungeon walls last night and how close Rose was to Jack and didn't realise it; if she had only known. After Rose stormed off, Agnes told Jack in excruciating detail what had just transpired on the other side of the dungeon's sound proof walls. God, she was getting horny; it wouldn't be long now before she came. She recalled how Jack howled as she paddled his buttocks while telling him. Between thinking about punishing Jack, and having a naked Rose to play with, she tumbled over the edge and convulsed into a lovely climax. 

"That's enough!" her voice was cold and commanding. She kicked Jack away. Jack whimpered and sat on the floor at the side of the chair waiting for his Mistress' next command. He loved what Agnes did for him. It satisfied some deep need of his. He hated what Agnes did to him. It made him less of a man; but he knew he would keep on visiting Agnes and doing whatever she wanted because he couldn't help himself.

Agnes was up and releasing Jim. Jim immediately sat down on the floor beside Jack. "Ok Tweedledum and Tweedledee, that is all for this afternoon. If you want to get each other off, then feel free. But under no circumstances are either of you to leave the dungeon until I come back to let you out." She didn't want Jack spoiling anything by going home just yet. On her way up the basement stairs she wondered how Jack had been with Rose last night knowing what he did and having the very red bottom he did. It must have killed him to not say anything. She laughed to herself. 

"Harry!" Janet called out to her pervert of a husband as she closed the front door to their home. She was flushed from being with Rose and wanted to fill him in on the details. She was sure to get a good fuck out of it. Harry, the dirty old man, would want to go over and give it to Rose too. Janet would have to explain it in words of single syllables for him that he was to do no such thing. He would just have to content himself with masturbating while they watched Rose the next time she danced in her bedroom. 

"In here, we have company." Harry's cheery voice came from the living room. She understood at once the caution he gave her; best leave her clothes on for now. The news would have to wait.

Janet found Martha Boswell sitting on the couch with a man young enough to be her son; very interesting thought Janet. Martha smiled happily as she got up and gave Janet a hug and the perfunctory greeting kisses on each cheek. She introduced the young man to Janet. He was indeed Martha's son; and what a son he was. He was drop dead gorgeous. Danny was home for a few weeks from university. He looked to be in very good shape. He had inherited his mother's good looks and his father's build. He would, if he hadn't already been doing so, break many female hearts on his way to the alter. 

The four of them made small talk for a few minutes before Martha said they should be going. However, would Janet and Harry come over for dinner this evening? She apologised for Rick's absence -- he was out of town on business -- but would that be all right? Janet was very happy to have the chance once again to be up close and personal with the gorgeous hunk known as Danny, so she eagerly accepted before Harry could say otherwise.

Harry was smiling and panting. He was now naked and on top of his wife as she told him again in detail how she seduced Rose earlier in the afternoon. Having heard the story at least once before, he insisted Rose tell him again. As she did so, he became aroused all over again. Rose was happy to accommodate him and happy to re-tell. She needed to be fulfilled sexually before going over to Martha's if she was to leave Danny alone for the evening. They were on their bed and, of course, the curtains were wide open. They had looked for Rose but didn't see her. Agnes' curtains, as usual, were tightly drawn. Harry often wished it had been the Boswells who were across the street and not the Smiths. He knew that Martha and Rick would be happy to watch and be watched. But now, it sounded like Rose would be showing off. He came for the second time and collapsed onto his wife. 

"Honey, would you be a dear and suck me off, please? I really need to cum." Harry slid down and serviced his wife. He never tired of it just because he loved it so much. 

Martha was in a full slip and panties, and holding up two dresses in front of herself. She studied them in the mirror and couldn't decide, black or red? Both complimented her orange hair colour. She quickly walked down the hall and, seeing the open door, walked on into Danny's bedroom. It was then she heard him in the bathroom. She pushed wide the partially open door only to be confronted with her naked son who was in the middle of towelling himself off. It was debateable who was more embarrassed. Both of them blushed. "I'm terribly sorry" Martha began, "the doors were open...." Her voice trailed off as she quickly took in her boy's naked form. His body was to die for, shaped and firm in all the right places. Forcing herself past the obvious awkwardness, she held up the dresses and asked which he preferred. He looked at the dresses as she held them up in turn. He looked like he couldn't decide so she switched them back and forth a couple of times. Danny wasn't actually looking at the dresses. He was concentrating on the lovely shape of his mom's breasts and how stiff her nipples were; both facts accentuated by the sheerness of Martha's slip. He couldn't remember having them this obvious before. Without even trying, his penis began swelling. It was a moment or two before Martha noticed the growing bulge pressing against the towel Danny was holding in front of him. 




Rose



Martha's switching of dresses in front of her slowed as she watched the towel being pushed further and further away from his body. As she slowed the dress switching, Danny was permitted a longer and longer look at her breasts and thus increasing his state of arousal. He was staring at her, and now she was staring at him. She glanced up at his face and knew immediately what happening. She let the dresses fall to her sides, she really wanted to see just how far out the towel could be pushed away from his lovely body. With her now holding the dresses at her sides so they trailed on the floor, Danny realised it was fine with his mom if he looked and that she was fine with him getting hard. He let his towel drop and his erection bobbed up and down for a second. Martha involuntarily licked her lips. 

She dropped the dresses on the floor and stepped closer to her son. Suddenly she found that one of her hands was wrapped around his member. She couldn't remember having a penis that hard in her hands at any time, even Rick's. She searched Danny's eyes but they weren't looking into hers. They were still locked onto her tits. She smiled and slowly reached up with her free hand and placed it on her throat, then sensuously slid it down across her collarbone and pushed each silk strap from her shoulders, one by one. Her son's erection jerked in her hand. 

Harry and Janet attended a supper meal that was charged. Both could feel it, but neither knew what the cause was. Janet wore a dress that showed off her breasts to maximum advantage. Harry tried chatting up Martha. Neither of them had any success with their intended Boswell target. It was obvious by the end of the meal that the evening would be painfully strained if they stayed. Mercifully, for Danny and his mother, Harry and Janet begged off and left early. For the first time that she could remember, she was happy Harry and Janet left her alone. Normally, she wanted to do whatever they wanted. She loved sex and felt right at home with anything the Rawlins wanted to get up to. Rick was just as open as she, perhaps more so, but he was very conscious of his social and business position and what a scandal would do to his standing if word got out about his play time. She wondered what he would say when she told him she and Danny were having sex. Hopefully, he would join them. At least their new activity could easily be kept at home and within the security of the family.



Rose



This was crazy, she thought as she contemplated turning right the hell around and going home, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

She really hadn't gotten into anything yet. She could still turn back as she hadn't quite gotten the courage to knock on the door, but the fact that she was even here right now was blowing her mind. Here, at a stranger's house whom she met on the internet no less, looking for casual sex. Anyone who knew her wouldn't believe it, that she, Rose, was here doing something so dangerous, so irresponsible, so scandalous. Although her logical brain tried to win the battle over her senses her physical body wouldn't allow her to turn around. Right, wrong, safe, or otherwise she had to see this through. She had to prove to herself she was a fantastic lover, and her ex-boyfriend was wrong. She wasn't a prude and she wasn't the reason their relationship fizzled out and he cheated. She was a young, fun, sexy, attractive, professional. Sure she was determined and focused, you'd have to be have your doctorate in psychology by 25 and Clinical Director for one of the state's most innovative mental health hospitals by 28, but that didn't mean she wasn't any fun. And yes by the end of her relationship with her ex she was scheduling their sex, but what else could she do? There was never enough time for anything more than a well thought-out, crafted, romp in the sheets. Well here it was Wednesday at 9PM, and it had been three months since her boyfriend left her saying she was frigid and predictable. She was horny, and she had something to prove. Suck it up girl, she thought to herself, this is happening. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

She let out that deep breath and watched the condensation curl around in front of her. It was cold and she was standing on a stranger's front porch in a black trench coat with black fishnet stockings and high black heels, and nothing else. She personally thought the attire was ridiculous, but it had been at his request. It was one of the few things he'd requested. Her tight lipped casual lover hadn't said much sense they made the plans. She'd tried to open up conversation, ask him what kinds of things he liked sexually to see if they were compatible, but when he answered if he answered she only got one word or one sentence answers. She didn't know much about him. She had a tiny picture of an average looking fellow who appeared to be serious about keeping things casual. She usually needed some sort of connection for sex, but she was willing to give this a try. So she didn't push for more. This was an arrangement, a deal, just like in business. They both wanted to get off and that was it. Then at 5PM she received that single text to wear only a coat, fishnets, and heels. It was sexy in its simplicity and she didn't know why she shouldn't oblige him. And it was a different experience knowing you were preparing your body for someone you hardly knew to enjoy. She was perfectly shaved, lotioned, perfumed, made-up, and deodorized...and wet. Ever since she'd gotten that text, with the simple request which exuded a quiet confidence, she'd been turned on and her body wouldn't let her change her mind from that point on. She had these thoughts as she went to rap the door one more time.

He found her there with her hand raised, mid knock. Immediately she realized she'd been mislead. The man that stood before her was not the simple kind man in the hard to see picture. He was much, much more. She noticed first the blue eyes which shone against his olive complexion and dark hair. Even in her heels he was a couple of inches taller than her. He wore a simple t-shirt and cargo shorts with bare feet. It didn't seem quite fair that he was dressed so down when she'd done all that prepping for him, but as she drank him in even more she realized it didn't matter. That simple white t hung over his body like it didn't want to be there, his body so taught and hard and lean, the man's body should be in a gallery somewhere and never, ever clothed. She scanned his body, couldn't help it. She noticed his strong arms and muscular legs, his just-woke-up hair. Then she heard the snort and returned to her senses, immediately embarrassed at her brazen examination of this stranger at this stranger's home. God, she thought, I've been standing here gaping like an idiot.

"I'm sorry" she said at once to him and stuck out her hand, "Adam? Is it?"

Saying nothing he simply grabbed her hand and gently led her inside his warm, cozy home. "Yes, Rose." He finally said once she was inside. "I'm sorry for making you wait. You must have been cold."

At that, she blushed, suddenly shy, which seemed to amuse him once again. He let go of her hand just as she'd realized he still held it. He put gentle pressure on the small of her back and led her further in the home. The hearth opened up to a beautiful open floor plan with high ceilings and glass panels in the back of the home that seemed to open the house even more if at all possible. It was far from the bachelor pad she was expecting. The living room that opened up to the enormous kitchen was nicely decorated with stylish furniture and art decorating the walls. He led her to the imaginary line separating living room and kitchen and dropped his supporting arm behind her back. She was suddenly colder, suddenly missing a touch she didn't know existed a handful of minutes ago.

He stood before her. A confident, cool smile spread out on his lips. "Can I take your coat?" He asked. More like growled, it was so husky. Then she realized he was just as turned on by the sight of her as she was by him, when he chuckled she also knew he was teasing.

She figured two could play that game. She put on a brave expression, an expression which didn't give away that she was melting in her fishnets, and turned square to face him. "Actually I'm still a little cold," she said with a smile, "I'd like to keep it a while."

He smiled too. "Fair enough," he said as he walked to the fireplace in the far left corner of the room and flipped a switch that lit the wood in it on fire. On his way back across the living room to the kitchen he asked "can I get you something to drink?" And began pulling out glasses prior to getting an answer. "I take it you're a wine kind of girl?"

She took a seat on a barstool at the bar which separated the kitchen from the living room. She wasn't going to make it easy for him either. She'd wait this out and play his game. She was spurred on by the fact that she saw he was as turned on as she was, and though she felt like a small school girl staring at an adonis, she swore she'd hold her own. This night was for me too, she thought, and she wanted it to last. "Not really. Put a beer in my hand and I'm at home. But wine will work."

That seemed to intrigue the intriguing stranger. He lifted a brow as he said "Coming right up" and abandoned the glasses to bend down and open the fridge to pull out two cold beers. "Just need to find the bottle opener." He began to search through drawers as she silently went around the bar to the beer bottles and opened them up. She knew the brand.

"Twist off" she said when he turned around in surprise. Finally the facade he'd been wearing since he opened the door had melted a little. He was just as nervous as she was, she thought to herself. She grabbed her bottle and went back to her seat on the other side of the bar counter.

They turned up their bottles hoping for some liquid courage. After a decent gulp he leaned against the counter, facing her. "You don't seem like the type of person to usually do something like this. I mean, I'm not either. This is a first for me. I'd heard so many horror stories. I can definitely say I'm pleasantly surprised."

"Me too," she admitted. "So what made you do this?"

"Honestly? I was on the website looking for potential leads for landscaping. The personals caught my eye and I thought I'd just have a laugh at the desperation in the ads, but then I saw yours and figured why not. And it's been...awhile."

There was something unspoken in the last statement, and she was good at reading people. She was a therapist after all. Tentatively she asked "when did it end?"

He looked at her, snorted, and said "Is it that obvious?" He took a swig of beer and she feared maybe she'd stepped over a line for a casual encounter such as this, but here they were. "Seven months. It's just been me and him since she decided she wasn't ready to settle down and had more of the world to see."

"Me and hi...?"

"I have a son who's the love of my life," he interrupted. "He's six and a handful, but I love him. Anyway he's with his grandparents and I've got the night off for tonight. It seemed as good a time as any to get out some" he looked at her and smiled "frustrations. And casual is right up my alley right now. He's still recovering from losing his mom. So when I saw your ad a week ago I thought, what the hell. And here we are."

"Here we are," Rose said and lifted her beer bottle. He laughed and clinked glasses with her.

"How about you?" He asked, "what's your pathetic sob story?"

She laughed, amazed she could at the current topic. "Three months for me. We might not have as much to show for it like you do, but we left on bad terms." She pushed through it "He was cheating on me for many months. I found out when he left his burn phone at home and I saw all the texts. When I confronted him he blamed me. He said I was frigid and predictable and he was unhappy and I lead him to it, and..."

"...and here you are in a stranger's house half naked drinking a beer. That's pretty hard to believe. Maybe you didn't have the right inspiration." He said as he went around the bar to where she sat on the stool. He swiveled her to face him.

"Thanks for saying that." She was saying as he bent down to kiss her lips. It was soft and sweet and comfortable. And short, too short. She wanted more.

"No problem." He said, and held out his hand. "Let me give you a tour."

She stood without taking his hand. "Sounds fun, but I'd like to remove the coat. It's getting pretty warm." She saw that brow raise slightly and a smile creep over his lips. She unbuttoned the top button and noticed his expression get hungrier as she continued. Finally the coat was open and she stood there in all her glory. She watched his eyes as they drank in her long beautiful neck, her perky breasts with nipples hardened from anticipation, her small stomach, and she watched them settle on the space between her legs, hidden by her stockings. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and drop to the floor. His gaze was still on her core. She wondered if he could see the wetness there on her thigh.

She started as if she was going to take off the fishnets, but before she could, he finally seemed to come to and let out a husky "No. Those stay on. Come with me."

He held her hand then and led her through the house. He stopped at each room, determined to give that tour, and determined to maintain control. She noticed every time he caught sight of her body, of her long legs in the fishnets and heels, and how each time it took him just a little longer to get back on task and look away. She also noticed the sizeable bulge that appeared in his pants and seemed to get tighter and tighter as they played this waiting game.

After she'd seen his den with his racing memorabilia, his office and heard about his landscaping business, his son's room and his race car bed, even his bathroom and jacuzzi tub they'd arrived at his room thoroughly frustrated. The entire time he talked as if he had it together but when they got to his room and opened the door he said nothing more. He pulled her through, shut the door, and attacked her mouth with fervor. He pressed his long, lean body against her like he wanted to fuck her every pore right then and there. They kissed with purpose as his rough hands caressed her soft unknown skin like it was his. She slipped her heels off and he picked her up with ease, leading her to the bed, kissing all the way.

When they arrived at the bed he set her down with ease. She had a moment to gather some thoughts while he fumbled with the light next to the bed. This was nothing she'd ever experienced before. Every touch from him was electric. Every glance left her wanting more. And she just had to see what was hiding in those pants.

She busied her hands caressing the bulge as he found the light switch. He was standing at the head of the bed and had a look like a wild animal. She didn't know if he planned on fucking her or eating her alive, and in that moment she didn't care. She stood up on her knees and their mouths found one another once again. Her hungry hands began to pull that damned white t-shirt off his body as his hands began to fondle lower. He found her before she was able and he began teasing her with his hands, waving his fingers there as if he was bidding her to come closer. She gasped at the feel of him there. As he pressed there she realized just how wet she was since his fingers were causing the drenched fabric to press against her. She moaned and began to tug again at his shirt. He stopped his teasing just long enough to allow the t-shirt to be slipped over his head. When he was free she left his mouth to take in the broad shoulders and muscular chest before her. He seemed to notice her need to look and slowed his fingers at her core so she could take him in. He was beautiful, tight everything. She found herself wanting to taste more of him. So she did and dropped their passionate kissing to do just that.

She took the hiatus as an opportunity to taste and feel the warm exposed skin. She went lower tasting, touching, licking, kissing, hoping she was turning him on as much as he was her. Then she found herself at the buckle of his pants. She stopped as she realized she'd never felt the way she felt in that moment and never wanted anything more in her life. She fumbled with the pants, clumsily. As she was getting frustrated, he stepped back to cup her face and give her a small kiss. When he raised again, he comfortably unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall. Mesmerized, she found her way to the edge of the bed and took in the show. He smiled down at her, and she found the courage to still her pulse and slowly take down his briefs.

When she was done what she saw made her mouth water. He was there hard and ready for her. It was something toward the end her boyfriend swore he couldn't accomplish. Because she was too boring and predictable, and here was this adonis with a large rock hard cock dripping pre-cum and absolutely pulsing with need.

She wanted to show this stranger her appreciation. She looked at him and smiled and saw the hunger there in his expression. She wouldn't keep him waiting. She scooted forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum there. As she did his cock responded to her and pulsed, and he responded with a guttural sound like a suffering animal. She licked more but soon had to take him in her mouth and she did, slowly, sucking on the head of his cock, then licking all down the shaft. She knew he probably thought she was teasing or being sexy but she was readying him for something better. She wanted to take him all on her mouth and he'd need to be lubed for that. She watched his eyes roll as she licked him like the sweetest cream, until he was glistening with her spit. She took him in her mouth suddenly and with purpose. She used her hands and worked them up and down his shaft in synch with her mouth. He moaned his approval and dug his fingers through her hair, holding his hand there lightly as she worked her magic.

"You have to stop," he forced out of his mouth while stepping backward and taking himself out of her mouth. "I want to be inside you."

She obliged and sat back more on the bed. This guy wants me. She thought. That turned her on even more than she thought possible. When he dropped to his knees to get better leverage in taking down her fishnets, she was sure he could see just how much he'd turned her on. She was drenched, and after having him in her mouth, the bed under where she sat was drenched too. He noticed the wetness at the bed when she had to lay back to get the stockings over her ass and down her long legs. He smiled at her laying back like that, and before she knew it he was opening her legs and tasting her there. He found her little button with ease and focused his tongue directly there or around it tasting slowly and softly. It was too much for her and she exploded soon after he started. She thought he'd be done and he'd lift up and he'd finally be inside her, but to her surprise he kept going. He was still tasting her and now introduced a finger to the outside of her pussy teasing her there. Her body buckled uncontrollably at the attention he gave there. When he finally put a finger inside she exploded again, but again he kept going. Her hands found his hair and held on in hopes she wouldn't melt right the hell through the bed right then in there. When he made her peak again she pushed him away slightly. She could take no more. She needed him inside her.

The push was all he needed. He rose up, wiped his mouth, and twisted her around on the bed in one fell swoop. He was on top of her then. She realized her eyes were closed as she hadn't felt anything since he'd straightened her on his bed. Slowly she opened one eye, then the other, and noticed he was drinking her all in. Just staring. She had never felt more beautiful.

"You're all woman" he said then, and kissed her lips. He kissed down her neck and took a soft, hardened nipple in his mouth to soothe some of the heat between her legs. He was once again gentle, lightly sucking and licking like she was delicate and precious and he a momentary appreciative visitor experiencing something exquisite and beautiful. He took her other nipple as well as he began to position himself between her and spread her legs. His lips once again found her mouth and suddenly he was inside her, filling her up.

"My god" he said "you feel amazing...you're so wet and tight my god..." He trailed off as he began to get lost inside of her and this absolutely thrilled Rose. All those times she was made to feel she wasn't good enough were lost on her in this moment as her body quaked and met each of his strides opening herself up so he could go as deep as he liked. And deep he went. With each stroke he hit her to her core, and if she weren't so turned on she'd probably be in pain, but she was wild with a fire that made her open wider instead of pulling back. They rose and fell and kissed and grabbed and stroked until they were both sick with passion. Each time he hit her core she felt she was closer and closer to exploding, and she felt his big member throb inside her ready to spill as well.

"Wait!" he grunted out " you have to stop because I can't. I'm going to cum and we didn't...no condom."

"It's ok," She said "I'm on the pill" and squeezed her tight pussy around his throbbing cock to coax him closer and closer to the edge.

His nails dug deep into her shoulders as he thrust harder and deeper than ever. "Oh fuck girl" he said as his cock first tightened then throbbed out cum deep inside her, and as she felt herself being filled she felt her body tighten and quake as well. They came together then, frozen in time for several blissful moments.

When she regained her senses she realized this beautiful stranger had fallen asleep on top of her and inside her. A small, satisfied smile began to spread over her lips as she slowly untangled herself from her beautiful adonis. Frigid? Predictable? Not likely. She thought to herself as she slid slowly out of the stranger's bed, hoping there was a way she could let herself out without waking him. Reaching the edge of the bed she let one foot slowly search for the floor and her fishnets when the stranger suddenly reached out and grabbed on to her wrist.




Rose



He opened one eye. "Where are you going?" He grunted out. She could see his body quickening again, and to her surprise so did hers.

"On top of you of course," she said with a sly smile, and playfully, confidently shoved him on his back and straddled him.



Rosé



"The problem with rosés is that too often the wineries just cheap out on the process and make a fast selling wine. Not a lot of thought goes into crafting something interesting."

Sarah looked back at me with a disapproving glance. "No, the problem is that you don't understand the taste profile. Structure is important."

She stood up and moved the bowl of still warm olives closer to her and started to pick all the salty black ones out. She was close to finishing her sommelier studies and getting prepped to write the exam. All of which was good news for me, as there was much research to be done and a few discoveries along the way. Moldovan reds, pinots from Oregon and Bolgheri Superiore, it was a grand exploration of wines that I had never ventured for and hell I even learned to love a few whites along the way too. Above all the Sicilian muscat whites were like a revelation but rosés were where I started to draw the line, "Pink wine is diluted wine."

"You are missing out."

"Not with this one."

"Think you can do better?"

"Honestly yes, but I can only think of three and one is a dessert wine."

"Three?" She grabbed the textbook from the table and flipped to her tasting notes. "I can find three good ones too. Would you like to have a taste off?"

"A what?"

"A taste off, your wines versus mine, add a few fellow tasters of reputable skill and we are off. Whom ever wines score the highest, wins the night. One caveat though, we both bring wine but you do the cooking, I want my favourite warm olive focaccia this time and lots of dips."

"Deal."

"Hmm maybe it's the wine and the olives tonight, but my imagination is wandering." She moved her blue eyes up from the empty bowl and leaned back in her chair looking me over. "What good is a bet without a payoff. I think we should make it interesting."

"How so?"

"Well to be honest, we are all bored by now of tastings and it would be nice to do a little Iron Chef thing, your wines versus mine but we need a prize."

"Hmm, a really nice bottle of wine?"

"Hah! If you won, you would just end up sharing it with me, and if I won ..."

"...you would end up teasing me with it but never delivering."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you are a player."

"Yes, I do like to get a man all riled up and pursue things a little but I still think you are more the tease."

"I could only aspire to your level."

"Ooh, you haven't seen anything yet Mister. I know what I want for my prize now but it is not a bottle."

"Dare I ask?"

"No, I'll keep that to myself, but I want to make a bet, winner takes all."

"Takes all what?" I probed, trying to restrain my imagination.

"Write down what you want on a piece of paper right now and we will seal them up until tasting night." She reached over to her desk and grabbed two envelopes and as she did so, I let my imagination loose for a second. Summer is always the hardest season for a single male, especially when it comes calling in a sleeveless white blouse with a generous plunging backline.

"Here, put your wish in the envelope."

My imagination went blank, at the worst possible time. Apparently it was so occupied that it had lost the ability to communicate with my hand. Sarah was already done and closing the seal. She craned her neck to peek at my winning choice, allowing me a view of the third feature that I liked on that blouse.

I panicked and wrote something so utterly uncreative, that I am embarrassed to tell you what that one word was. She lifted her eyebrow, pretending she had seen what I had written and her cheeks went a little flushed.

Shit.

She reached out for the envelop and held it to the light. "Triple fold huh? I didn't think of that."

I quickly reached for her envelop and she slowly slid it away, "Perhaps we should put these in another envelope for safe keeping until our taste off. Time for bed."

We gave each other a long kiss goodnight. "Any chance of a sleepover tonight?"

"I would have but now I will just leave you wanting. Besides, I need to be alone tonight to enjoy my little thoughts, tomorrow is after all a work day."

"Little thoughts about big bottles huh?"

"Uh huh, something like that. Good night mister."

~~

Despite distractions, I managed to come up with a fairly straight forward plan. Being the one who brought the food, pintxos from Catalonia would be my secret weapon. Big bold tastes; salty, spicy and the pure heat of padrón peppers for distraction, all to compliment bold wines and maybe a rich sweet bottle too. I totally skipped on dessert, anything subtle or too sweet would have lent itself more to the genuine rosés. As a capitulation to what I knew would be an all out rebellion, I made shrimp with a dark chocolate sauce, not a drop a sugar. Sarah took full advantage of her organizing role and invited only fellow classmates from her sommelier course.

I was dead, but fate managed to play that little game it plays with anybody over thirty holding a party. You could invite fifty or five hundred people, but only ten will ever really show up. When Sarah collected the final numbers, we were down to six including us. A last minute invite to Sarah's older neighbour Susan and a date brought us up to eight.

As we sat down for the tasting, we were back to five, Susan and a man to be named later as she put it, were late and Chelsea the small dark haired woman with emerald green eyes showed up solo. A damn shame that. Simply dressed in a silver top and dark jacket, the mass of curly hair that stopped perfectly at her shoulders created the perfect frame for her best asset. Only a fool would turn down a chance to drink wine and stare into those green eyes. They gave me a new appreciation for the word jade.

Sarah called her guests to the table, "Alright everybody, are we ready to taste some wine?" 

Jenn and Chris came from the couch where they were chatting up Chelsea, who had barely said a word.

"So how do we do this? It is my first tasting," inquired Chris as he sat down.

"Well I am sure that Jenn has talked to you about what we do on wine nights," Chris nodded and Sarah continued, "It is fairly simple, there are score cards on the table, each wine has been hidden in a paper bag and given a number. Not even we know each other's bottles. On your page are three qualities that you can rate out of twenty; smell, mouth feel and finish. Which reminds me, here are some plain rice crackers to clear your palate. Highest average wins."

"Wins what?" perked up a voice from the front door. It was Susan and the aforementioned man to be named later. The girls were in utter silence as he dipped his head under the door frame to enter. He was literally tall, dark and handsome, and tall, almost seven feet.

"Wins the bet, we don't really know each other's prize as it is contained inside these secret envelopes which we wrote on last week," I piped up.

"Sounds delicious, but from what I've heard, I highly suspect Sarah would just want you to cook for her for a month. Hopefully she added something like you have to be naked to make it more interesting. Did you girl?" Susan winked and Sarah full on blushed, something I had never seen her do before. Susan paused to take off her boots and I brought her over something from what was left of the appetizers.

"I'd ask you how you are doing Susan, but I can guess by how few buttons are holding your top together that everything is going swimmingly."

"And then some," she smiled and leant over giving me a full view of what I must admit were the two most perfectly round breasts I have ever seen. As she peeled off her knee high boots she also revealed a set of killer calves. "A dancer's legs are always her best asset."

"Come on Susan, time to get your taste buds warmed up."

"Already done hon,"she winked and did a little pirouette with a kick almost as high as my head, which allowed me to enjoy another view. "Hey you two, I see a whole lot of spicy Spanish tapas, but where are all the sweet things? You can't have a wine tasting without chocolate."

"I noticed that too," piped up Jenn. "Are you holding out us Sarah?"

"Nope," replied Sarah pulling bottle number one out of the fridge, "I had nothing to do with the food tonight but I have noticed the same thing. I highly suspect that someone and I am not naming names is trying to slant the contest a little by avoiding chocolate, which as every girl knows, enhances the subtlety of any wine."

"The fix is in," Chelsea added with a small grin.

"No worries ladies, I have brought my own secret weapon to start the night. Please meet bottle number one." Sarah popped the cork with great gusto and let it fall to the table. Even from my side of the table I could sense the aroma of wild strawberries, it was a fruity perfect punch to my gut. 

I pulled the cork off the table for fairness sake, but there was no denying it, this was the big gun, a pink Veuve Clicquot. 

"Take that Mister," Sarah smiled as she poured the first round of glasses.

Susan wiggled in her chair as the glass came to her, Mister tall dark and handsome stared at his champagne glass with an odd face. "You have to forgive Eric, he is Italian and I don't think Champagne is big there. Especially not a pink one. Don't worry, I'll finish yours if you want." Susan slipped over letting her hand fall into his lap and lifted her body up against him. She stole a kiss then took his glass.

"Grazie," he said.

At least I have one vote in my favour and maybe just maybe he will recognize the Sicilian Moscato I brought. Scanning the faces of those at the table I could see that Chris had also pushed his glass to his wife Jenn. Chelsea and Sarah were nose deep in their glasses, soaking up the aromas of this rare treat. They exchanged a little knowing glance, and truth be told, I agree that if the game is to be lost, best lost on such a gem.

Marks were scored, glasses were filled and bottle after bottle came out. All the while Susan and the tall dark Eric somehow drifted closer. I watched as Sarah was staring at the corner of his mouth and cheek as they raised whenever Susan kissed him. A twinge of jealousy formed in my chest and faded. Susan had this one labelled and there was no way she was going to share with her. The neighbours had an understanding that extended to me.

Chris and Jenn started to grow annoyed at the whole scene. Judging by their body language, they way they only lightly grazed each others personal space, there was not a lot going on in their sex lives.

On bottle four, I brought out the chocolate shrimp, knowing how fast they would go at our end of the table, I plated six onto a another dish and topped them with some extra ginger shallot oil. True to form, the plate was empty before I even got to the far end of the table. "Chris, guard these with your life, they are just for you two."

"Thank you," he smiled, sliding the plate directly on to Jenn. It was the first time they had looked at each other for most of the night. Their hands paused together as he handed them off, she took one and handed the plate back. When there was one left, they had a little fight insisting that the other one finish it.

Sarah seeing my distracted observing, leaned over and whispered my ear, "Don't think you are getting off so lightly for the lack of dessert tonight but that was a nice gesture."

"It is the ultimate compliment a cook can enjoy, seeing two people fight over the last piece."

She raised her glass towards me of my final rosé choice, a bubbly pink moscato from southern Italy. Her face looked a little perplexed as she surveyed the aromas.

Eric was a little less confused, "Perfecto."

It was my turn to say grazie.

"Parla l'Italiano?" he looked at me in surprise.

"Un po, perche?"

"Perche lei es un buono cucchino!"

"Sono molto piacere."

Susan watched us both with a furled eyebrow and she told me no. She could only handle one man speaking Italian tonight. They finished up their cards and handed them over to Sarah, who promptly handed them over to Chelsea. "I can't count with a damn, Chelsea has the honour."

"Pass me a pen then and all your cards," she said.

I stood up and offered everybody an espresso, no one partook except Eric and myself.

"You'll be up all night," teased Susan.

He lifted that corner of his lips and Sarah focused in on them again, "I very much hope too."

Susan stood up and said, "That's my cue, cheque please! Come on big guy time take me home."

"But I have had a little too much to drive."

"No worries on that, I live right next door."

"Hold on you two," interjected Sarah, "Susan, I need you here for five more minutes, if you can hold out that long. Enough time to see the results and let your man fuel up a little."

"Alright but hurry up on that espresso!"

Maybe it was the wine mixed with summer air, but as Chelsea ran her long thin fingers across the score cards, the image of them running over my naked skin came into mind. An image so clearly that it almost stopped time, I was having my moment of distraction and completely missed the Moka pot boiling up.

Chelsea looked at the table and reached for the bottle of moscato pouring the last of it in her glass. "I'll take this as my accounting fee. Do you two want to reveal the bottles first? Everybody, here are your cards back if you want to make more notes." 

Sarah pulled each bottle out of the bag, in order. The first was no surprise, she had gone to town. She balanced the books with a Cab Sauvignon rosé from South Africa and a Languedoc from the killer 2009 year.

There was a little gasp when she pulled out my bottles. The hearty deep rosé that tasted like beefsteak tomatoes to everyone's surprise was from Closson's Chase of Prince Edward County. My second bottle, a sweet but tart late harvest cab franc from Niagara on the Lake. Sarah was impressed I could keep it almost entirely local.

"And now the scores, "Sarah smiled at me, still studying the late harvest's label.

"I can take you there if you want," I offered.

She smiled.

Chelsea stood up, "From the Accounting firm of Pop'em and Drink'em of New York, London and South Cleveland, here are tonight's tabulations. Sarah, you scored an average of fifty five on each bottle and you, the other guy, the one who shall be named loser, only managed a lousy, measly average of fifty two. Sarah, the title is yours girl! "

She let out a fist pump in the air and Susan led a round of applause, then asked, "Can we go now?"

"No, you have one last duty for me," Sarah passed over the sealed envelop to Susan, "Please read out what's on my card."

Susan opened the envelop and reached in for the second one labelled with Sarah's name. She pulled out the paper, unfolded it and read it too herself first. Eric peeked over and laughed, Susan blushed.

"Well," Jenn said.

"Well," Susan paused for a second, "It says Susan's choice, good thing we made it over tonight girl or you would be the one waiting for a prize!"

Sarah, still standing, rested her arms on the table, "So? "

"Hmm since you are actually a good chef despite the whole dessert thing and I am in a naughty mood, I am going to have to go with naked chef and slave boy. Don't worry, just for a day, and just to make it more fun since you seem so intent on diverting Eric's attention, you can only speak in Italian."

Sarah, Jenn and Chelsea let out a little ooh and Eric and Chris looked at me with indignance.

Susan on the other hand, lept up and grabbed her beau by the forearm, "and with that I leave you all to your merry thoughts. Buenas noches all"

"Hey, that's Spanish," I trumpeted at her.

"And don't you forget it, Mr. Naked Chef."

"I think this is where we bow out," Chris said sensing exodus time, grabbing Jenn by the hand.

There was a lull after everyone left and I began to pull in the empty bottles from the table.

"Shame there is no dessert," Sarah lamented.

"I wouldn't use the term no dessert."

"So what term would you use?"

"I have something in the back pocket of my satchel, seeing as the two of us are always left to clean up," I looked at Chelsea and apologized.

"Had being the operative word, cough it up," Sarah said as she ran to the kitchen and my satchel.

"Perhaps we could negotiate this whole Naked Chef, slave boy thing over some of the world's finest darks, that is not in that pocket?"

"Bribe me with chocolate and I shall consider your request, slave."

"Only the best for you O Master, how would a four estate single origin sampler from Valrhona curry your favour? "

"It pleases me, greatly. Chelsea, shall we retreat to the back garden while he prepares the offerings?"

Sarah and Chelsea moved outside to the back deck. When I finally came out, I could see that something amiss, the girls were whispering to each other and looking up. Sarah put her fingers to her lips signalling for me to be quiet.

"What? Nobody told me the whole slave thing starts now? Hell, I am still dressed."

Chelsea grabbed my arm, pulled me down and put her long fingers over my lips and with the other hand pointed up to the open second floor window of the house next door. Susan's house.

I could hear a moan, and then the gentle rocking of what sounded like a bed frame.

"Tell me again big boy, what you want to do to me," said a woman's voice. Then I could hear Eric's deep voice start speaking to her in Italian.

Chelsea lent over and whispered in my ear, "They must have forgotten that the window is open, they were already going at it when we came out, "she leaned over to Sarah and whispered something to her. Sarah whispered back.

Susan's voice between moans commanded him, "No tell me slower."

Chelsea leaned back and brought her lips right up to my ear, her warm breath warmed the lobe and I shut my eyes to get lost in it, "Sarah wants to know what he is saying."

I stood up and quietly moved my chair between them. Leaning in was like diving into heaven, I watched their cheeks and lips move back and forth, softly leaning on each other then me, waiting for the next line to translate. Quickly I found that the girls loved it more when I repeated the Italian words first then my interpretation. Sometimes I just left it in Italian. Sarah's bare shoulder pressed up against my shirt and I could feel her heart beat press upon my chest.

"He is talking about Italy, Florence I think. He wants to take up to the top of the Duomo at sunset. He is going to climb her, er I mean with her, but behind her so that he can watch her perfect legs all the way up to the top. Especially if she wears the green dress." Eric was enacting his climb with Susan's body, when he reached her breasts, he went the story of the building of the two perfect Duomos and how they started the whole Renaissance.

"I thought there was only one Duomo in Firenze,"Chelsea observed.

"But here, now, there are two, trust me, they are perfect." 

Sarah landed a good solid punch on my shoulder, "Hands off Mister, Susan and I have a deal about each other's property."

"How'd that come about?"

"We crossed over once, and it wasn't good."

"What?" my twang of jealousy was back.

Eric had finished with her breasts and moved up towards her neck. He was now talking about the Campanile and the perfect white, pink and green marble that surrounds it. He had lifted her thighs up around his waist and moved Susan on to the wall. "When we stop at the top, he is going to hold her close and slowly raise up her dress while and bring their bodies together..."

Susan's arm lifted up and they both made deep, deep sounds, her head dropped down, and her arms were straining to hold, but it must have been worth it. She was starting to move her body up and down. The sounds became more pronounced and Chelsea squeezed my thigh a little harder. Distracted, I had barely noticed it was there. Chelsea leaned over to Sarah and whispered something that made her blush. She turned to Chelsea and gave her a kiss on the cheek. My heart nearly leapt from its moorings at the sight and sound.




Rosé



Sarah then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Let's give them their privacy, where did the chocolate go? I want to strike a deal."

"The squares have been here all along," I pointed down to the garden table and we all realized how distracting the show had been.

We all moved inside, Chelsea holding Sarah's hand and after slowly shutting the screen door, Susan let off one more immense exhale as we passed through to the front room. Sarah quietly led us to the couch where the girls sat down. Chelsea was slowly running her fingers across Sarah's chest and I moved to join them. Sarah put her fingers to Chelsea's lips and then stood up and put her hand on my chest, pushing me back to the kitchen.

She brought her lips to mine, softly moving across every curve, making little noises as she landed her kisses, then moving to my ear lobe, she started to whisper, "I am cashing in my bet tonight, Chelsea and I want dessert but not just chocolate, I know you are a creative soul, I trust you to come up with something that will inspire us. I also want all your clothes off except for this cooking apron. Not too tight in the back, I want to see your ass. Do you agree?"

I nodded.

"Oh," she continued, "I am in charge now, what I say goes, you say or do nothing unless I tell you too. Tonight you are my Naked Chef. Deal? "

I nodded again.

"Chelsea is going to stay with us, but she is hands of, unless of course you grande finale convinces us otherwise. She and I had a deal that if she helped me win, I would sleep with her and she is cashing in her chip now too." Sarah turned and headed back to the front room. 

Chelsea had watched our little exchange and as Sarah walked away, her green eyes sized me up. She ran her fingers over her flushed lips while she watched Sarah return. Sarah sat down behind Chelsea and began to take her jacket off. I watched waiting for the first view of her breasts, her small breast were erect and her nipple protruded from the grey top.

Recovering my senses, I quickly scanned the fridge, freezer and shelves for that little inspiration. Frozen berries, dried mint tea, chocolate, olive oil, fleur de sel, ginger and orange. All worthy of the moment, I grabbed a grater from the first drawer. Then stripping down, I almost forgot the apron as I headed out of the kitchen.

The girls were now intertwined on the couch. Between the sounds of Susan upstairs and the kissing coming from the couch, it was very hard to concentrate. Each time their lips met it sounded like rain drops falling to the ground. The rasp of their jeans rubbing together as they moved positions echoed along my skin.

I moved towards them and Sarah looked up, lifted her finger and wagged it at me, then pointed to the chair at the other side of the room. Turning to put everything down I spotted the last of the Late Harvest cab franc and an inspiration came! I organized everything on the coffee table and as my head turned back towards the couch, Sarah had lifted Chelsea's top over her head, her small breasts dropped out, she had no need of a bra, they were compact and like nothing I had ever seen before. Sweet pink perky nipples, that dominated the whole of the breast and held sway over all the muscles of her chest. She was ripped.

I had to enjoy the wait to get their attention, gesturing to the bowls on the table, Sarah lifted her lips from Chelsea's chest and reached straight for the chocolate. Not forgetting our deal, I laid my hand on hers and then motioned that the dishes were meant to be eaten of a naked body.

Sarah shook her head with disapprovement, "No, not on you," she said misinterpreting my motions. She pointed to Chelsea, landing her fingers on her neck and traced her body lines down to the button of her jeans. The sound of her jeans popping open was like that of a match being lit to me, Sarah slowly unzipped them and moved her hands back up to Chelsea's hips and began to pull them down. The reveal was too much to bear, and Chelsea agreed with me in her own way, her hand grabbed my thigh as I stood there listening to her exhale. She sighed deeper yet looking up as she watched Sarah throw her clothes away. She lifted herself into a kneeling position and savoured the view. Chelsea came up for another kiss, but Sarah held her down with the palm of her hand, "you are going to be my dessert, and then I will be yours, show her how." 

Sarah looked at me, still fully clothed she stood up and moved towards the chair across from the coffee table. Slowly brushing her shoulder past me, she slapped my naked butt for effect. A nervous energy began to rise up in my body.

I knelt down and split the bowls into two groups. Chocolate, orange, olive oil and fleur de sel in one, the frozen berries, mint, ginger and cab franc in the other group. I lined up the ingredients in the order that they were to be added, and started. Part two of my inspiration came as I was thinking of where to plate my creations, seeing in my mind's eye Sarah working the back of Chelsea's neck, I gestured for her to turn over, letting Chelsea's head rest upon a small blanket that was always on the arm of the couch. Her back was at a slightly upward angle, leaving the top of her shoulders almost level. As she settled into position, the sweet smell of her ripe body danced across me, it was the right choice of dessert. Silently I showed her each ingredient as I placed them down, with my back to Sarah, I had lost sight of what she as doing. 

First I laid down the semi frozen fruit on that sacred bowled space where Chelsea's back met her butt. Chelsea let out a little gasp and I quickly sprinkled the mint and cab franc over the berries, finished with some freshly grated ginger for effect. 

Then I grabbed the olive oil and pushed back her hair and put four little dabs atop her shoulder blades and worked it in. I turned to Sarah for approval and she signaled with a nod to continue. She was still watching intently from the chair, stroking her nails back and forth along the inside of her bare arm, raising goose bumps as they moved back and forth. I would have to remember that move for later.

The olive oil began to heat up and I could smell it. I unwrapped and arranged four tasting squares across her back, sticking the small labels underneath them to her skin. I then sprinkled fleur de sel on each square. Again, I reached for the grater and finished with some fresh orange zest. I looked back at Sarah and she pointed for me to trade places with her. 

As we passed, she turned her back to me and whispered for me to unzip her. I complied, milking every second of it for my own enjoyment and to let the tastes on Chelsea's back to melt even more.

The zipper reached zenith and Sarah stepped forward, letting the dress fall to the floor. She unhooked her bra and dropped it as she slowly walked forward. Leaving me to enjoy her perfect A frame body from behind. She stopped aside Chelsea's body, who did not know yet that Sarah was naked and ran her fingernails along Chelsea's hips, across her ribs, down along the sides of her breasts and up along her shoulders until they stopped just short of the chocolate. 

The squares had melted enough to give way as she touched them, yet the fleur de sel held form. She ran her finger through the chocolate, savoured my creation with her lips and then brought forward for Chelsea to suck on. Sarah then turned and gestured for me to come forward. As I closed in she stretched out her palm and stopped me, stood up and gave me a long kiss, bringing the chocolate to my tongue. As she knelt back down, she gestured for me to go back to the chair and she whispered, "I approve."

Chelsea said nothing but I could see that her body was shaking a little in anticipation. Sarah dipped her finger into each square and gave them to Chelsea to taste. With every repetition, Chelsea moaned as if calling Sarah closer. Hearing it as well, Sarah lifted hips onto Chelsea's thighs and pressed her sex up against her. Chelsea realized that Sarah was now naked and her head dropped as let it sink in. Sarah then maneuvered her head down and began to breathe on the cold berries that had begun to melt on her back. 

Long deep breathes, they must have sent shockwaves up Chelsea's spine. Sarah then picked up the first berry in her mouth and walked it back to me. She climbed atop me for a second, pressed her body into mine and dropped the berry in my mouth. She laughed as she swung her leg back over me to stand up and go back to the couch. 

She looked at me and told me, "Consider that a thank you, I am going back over to finish my dessert and I am not coming back over for you. You are welcome to watch but under no circumstances are you allowed to touch yourself. You are only allowed to watch while we enjoy your creations, after all isn't that the greatest compliment a chef can get?"

She went back over to the couch.

Kneeling down she ran her finger along Chelsea's spine drawing the red juice of the berries up and running the melted chocolate back down into the berries. 

She looked back at me, "If you continue to do that," she said pointing down to my hand as it stroked underneath my apron, "there will be no treat for you. " I stopped.

She climbed the couch behind Chelsea and slowly worked her way up from her buttocks to the back of her neck, stopping to savour every moment along the way. Chelsea responded to each deep kiss with deep breaths. As Sarah climbed she worked her hand in between Chelsea's thighs and Chelsea opened up. When she her lips reached the top, Sarah sat up and turned Chelsea around, her green eyes had forgotten about me and locked straight in on Sarah's baby blues. Chelsea seized the initiative and used her palm to slowly push Sarah back on to the couch and on to her back.

Chelsea reached over for the bowls and laid the last of the berries and chocolate as I had shown her on the tops of Sarah's thighs. A good choice of palette.

Chelsea worked her way down to those thighs and teased Sarah's sex. She lifted Sarah's legs up a little so that the red juices flowed downwards toward Sarah's sex. 

Whenever a drop would get close, she would dart in to lap it up and then retreat. The ebb and flow made Sarah hips follow Chelsea's lips up in frustration. Chelsea pressed her legs flat again, she then knelt back and then carefully navigated her small breasts through the last of the chocolate on Sarah's thigh. She transferred it all to her nipples, Sarah now had neck up and watching as intently as I was. Chelsea pushed Sarah back into the couch, she maneuvered her hips onto Sarah's lap and brought her nipples into Sarah's mouth. Sarah did not wait a second, she lapped up the last of the chocolate greedily, letting it spread across her lips, she then reached up to share with her generous server, while her hand probed for Chelsea's sex.

The smell, sight and sound of those two bodies pressing together was something I was totally unprepared for. All I could was sit back and drink it in, my heart raced and the pressure built, I felt as if I could come right along with them.

Chelsea's hand now reached between Sarah's thigh, somehow they both managed to keep their lips locked and Sarah turned them side by side on the couch, her thigh pressing in Chelsea's. She checked in on me as they rolled, we locked eyes for a second and then she closed them and pressed her body tighter against Chelsea's.

Chelsea began to shudder and shake, she had lost control of her breathing, her chest was heaving. She struggled to turn but I could see the muscles on Sarah's thigh and butt tighten as they held her firm. Sarah let out a large moan as she pressed her sex against Chelsea's milky white skin and her arms ran across Chelsea's sides making her shiver. When Chelsea escaped from Sarah's grasp, I could see that her fully erect nipples had turned as red as her lips.

Sarah gestured for me to come over, she intertwined our fingers and ran them along my lips and under my nose. I could smell both of their bodies and their heat penetrated me. Chelsea reached behind me and untied the knot that held my apron on. Sarah reached up and unhooked it from my neck. Both girls started to kiss my naked body, pulling me towards her, Sarah turned her back to me and slapped her butt. I did not hesitate at the offer. I clasped both of her buttocks and gently worked inside of her. Her body torn between two offerings, Sarah pulled us down to Chelsea who had navigated underneath us. I could not see but it sounded like Chelsea was working Sarah's sex with her mouth, all the while rocking her sex into my thigh. Her pussy lips were warm and wet and I loved the sensation they made as the pulsed up and down. Every once and a while I could feel her tongue dart across my penis as it slid in and out of Sarah. 

Chelsea's hands grasped my butt and dug in and Sarah responded by pressing harder on both of us. She turned to me wild eyed and commanded, "Now dammit." She raked her nails across any part of my skin she could find and dug deep. The message shot down my spine and set me off.

As I pulsed inside of her, Sarah moaned, "Oh god, oh god." I could feel the waves undulate through her body, and she dug her nails deeper into my side, holding me tight. My body responded with another deeper orgasm and I began to shudder. Sensing that we were done, Chelsea gave way on the couch and let us fall around her, she sat up and grabbed the small blanket that was on the couch arm and lay it down over the three of us.

As our exhausted bodies lay together, Sarah pressed her lips to my ear one last time for the night, "I hope you don't mind but I peeked at your paper. I thought a threesome was a bit out there, but then the moment came and I was inspired to ad-lib a little tonight and blended our fantasies together. Hope you enjoyed." She laid a kiss on my cheek and let her hand fall onto the scratches she had carved into my skin.

The End



Rose



Simon thought little of it when his Secretary reminded him she was taking her annual leave from Monday, distractedly answering her by asking if she had managed to organise a temporary replacement. 

"Yes," she replied, slightly testily, "she'll be here on Monday."

"Good" he replied, feeling slightly irritated by her tone, "I hope it's not somebody straight from school who hasn't the faintest idea how to answer a telephone"

"No," came the answer, "the agency is sending a very experienced person as it happens. A 58 year old lady. So you should be alright."

And that was the extent of the conversation and the limit of Simon's interest.

On Monday, in fact, he had completely forgotten about it and was somewhat surprised to find a middle aged lady waiting outside the door for him on his arrival. Remembering just in time as she looked at him expectantly he offered his hand.

"Hi, I'm Simon" he smiled " you must be..."

"Rose," she replied "nice to meet you."

Introductions over, Simon unlocked the door to the office and held it open for her. He showed her to her workstation and offered her a cup of tea. Shortly afterwards the telephone rang with the first call of the day and soon Simon was once again immersed in his work.

It was only at lunchtime, when Rose asked him if it was ok to take her break that he realised he hadn't spoken to her since delivering her tea, so, upon her return, he thought he had better be more polite and show some interest in her.

Small talk followed, during which time Simon established that Rose was a divorcee, lived locally and was currently between jobs. She had a daughter and a small grand-daughter whom she liked to take swimming.

It was only then it struck Simon that there was something quite...alluring, he supposed, about Rose, and once back at his desk he found himself taking the occasional peek at her when he thought she wouldn't notice.

He tried to stop himself, telling himself inwardly that she was exactly double his age and thinking how offended she would be if she knew what he was thinking. Such thoughts were futile however and he took another glance, this time noticing that she was very smartly dressed in a crisp, white cotton blouse which he couldn't help but notice was stretched fairly tightly across a fairly substantial bosom.

He also noticed, appreciatively, that she was approximately 5'4,"" had a very stylish hair cut, kind smiling eyes and very shapely legs leading down to a pair of very proper shoes for a smart, middle aged lady. He smiled to himself and shook his head slightly. They did not seem like the shoes of a woman who could in any way appreciate the thoughts he was having about her.

Again, he tried to concentrate on his work and, apart from several brief conversations throughout the rest of the day, he actually managed to block her out once again.

At 5pm Rose rose, stating that it was time to leave. Simon agreed and, as she walked past him to retrieve her coat, his eyes once again wandered, this time to her legs. Taking advantage of the fact that she was facing away from him, he had a really good look at her and as his eyes travelled upwards he noticed that she had a smallish but well rounded bottom encased in a tight black skirt.

They said goodnight and Simon rose to begin the process of locking up. As he did so, he noticed for the first time that he was partially aroused and he laughed out loud, looking down at himself and saying in a murmur "behave yourself, its not going to happen."

That night he found himself thinking more and more about Rose and, over the following days, he instigated more and more conversations with her. Each time, he concluded, she was a very nice lady but not one who would be happy to receive his attentions.

On the final day of Rose's assignment Simon took the opportunity of standing close to her so that he could smell her perfume. He could tell immediately that it was expensive perfume and once again he found himself aroused. This time he found that standing next to her chatting casually whilst his member hardened in his trousers was in itself arousing. He allowed himself to revel in the feeling, knowing that his slightly below average sized member was not likely to be noticed unless she looked directly at it. Something he was sure she wouldn't do but in a strange way hoped she might.

The feeling of being so aroused whilst standing so close made him feel bold, and although he also felt a slight moment of regret, he determined to try to flirt with her and hoped she might pick up on the electricity he felt sure was being generated.

He moved slowly and sat on the corner of her desk, all the time holding eye contact.

"Are you doing anything nice this weekend?" he asked

"Not really" she replied, "are you?"

"No" he said blandly, quickly adding as inspiration hit him "I was thinking of going to the cinema but I can't really face it on my own"

"I know what you mean" she said "it shouldn't make any difference in the dark, but somehow you always feel that people are looking at you if you are on your own"

And there it was: an opportunity. The like of which he had failed to notice with so many women on so many different occasions. This time, however, he had not only noticed it but was determined to take it.

"Erm.."he stammered, inwardly cursing at his loss of confidence " I don't suppose you'd like to go with me?"

Rose didn't answer immediately. Instead she looked at him intensely and, for a split second, he thought her eyes sparked. Then she spoke, suddenly seeming shy and lowering her eyes a fraction

"That would be lovely Simon. What a nice idea."

The following day Simon called for her as arranged and once again found her beautifully dressed. This time in a blue blouse with pearl earrings and necklace, a grey tweed skirt and a pair of expensive looking high heeled shoes.

During the movie Simon found he couldn't concentrate and told himself off for feeling like a teenager. Fortunately he managed to resist trying to put his arm around her, but he did briefly touch her arm as she leaned into him during a scary moment in the movie.

After the film it seemed natural to go for a drink and he was amazed at how the conversation flowed. She had really enjoyed the movie and clearly relished the opportunity to discuss it. He was, therefore, disappointed to see that the bar had closed without him noticing after only one drink.

Outside Rose's house Simon had another moment of disappointment as she thanked him again and appeared on the verge of going in alone. Then, at the last possible moment and just before his heart sank fully, she turned and invited him in for a nightcap.

Drinks in hand, they once again became lost in conversation and it was a considerable while later that Simon finally noticed the time. He smiled at Rose and told her that he had had a lovely evening.

"Oh yes" she concurred, "I can't tell you how good it felt to have such marvellous company"

Simon started to rise but then, not knowing quite what to do, he paused. He looked at Rose, took a deep breath and then he kissed her.

The kiss was brief, but on the lips and, in truth, he had surprised himself by doing it. He thought that Rose was surprised too, and for a second she was, but before he could pull away in embarrassment she raised her hand to his cheek and, touching it softly, she moved forward and kissed him back.

Seconds later they were kissing passionately. Long, hot, wet, abandoned kisses with open mouths and tongues sliding against each other. Simon was amazed, and incredibly turned on.

They kissed and kissed for what seemed like an age until, breathless, Simon broke off and began to kiss her neck. Rose responded with a low groan and, as Simon moved to cup her breast, she moved forward into him.

Her lips sought his again and as they meshed Simon felt for the buttons of her blouse and quickly began to undo them. Surprising him again, Rose reached back and unclasped her bra, releasing her soft, plump melons into view. And into his waiting hands and mouth.

Simon was in heaven, listening to Rose's purrs as he licked and sucked her big, pink nipples to erection, inhaling her perfume and stroking her back, hips and bottom with his hands.

Suddenly though, as he lowered his hand to reach under her skirt, Rose broke off the kiss

"No, Simon, we mustn't" she gasped "we can't go any further tonight"

"Ah" was all Simon could muster in reply, moving his hands back to her breasts and nuzzling them once again

"You're right" he finally managed "but its so difficult to stop"

"I know Darling" she whispered "but we must...for tonight anyway"

And so they stopped. Rose buttoned up her blouse and Simon stood to leave. As he did though, Rose noticed his discomfort

"Oh, poor baby, are you ok?"

Simon smiled "yes, but I'll have to walk to the car bent double"

"Oh, I feel so bad" she said, sounding genuinely sad. 

Suddenly Simon felt a rush of excitement. He knew she could see the outline of his erection and the thought that she felt even slightly embarrassed thrilled him. He stepped towards her, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Rose responded and, before either of them realised it was happening, he had taken her hand and placed it on top of the bulge in his trousers.

For a second Simon thought she would pull away but then he felt her fingers begin to move in a slow, soft, circular motion, almost in rhythm with the pulsating movement of her lips and tongue on his.

Needing no second invitation Simon pushed himself forward slightly, almost daring her to take a firmer hold of his stiff member as it strained towards her through his trousers. Rose responded as they kissed, rubbing the underside of his shaft through the cotton material and murmuring softly. 

Simon could take no more and reached down with both hands to unfasten his trousers. With the thumbs of both hands he slid both trousers and pants off his hips, causing his throbbing erection to spring free and brush against her fingers. He kissed her harder and lifted himself slightly to push his cock into the palm of her hand. Rose responded once again and this time he felt her fingers encircle his naked cock and begin to rub.

The feeling was overwhelming and Simon just lost himself in kissing her, the feeling of her soft warm breasts squashing against him and the wonderful sensation of her hand on his hard shaft.

Without warning, Rose gently broke free of the kiss and again, for a moment Simon thought she was going to back off. Before he could move, speak or even realise what was happening however, Rose sank to her knees and took the end of his wet, purple and shiny cock head between her lips and into her mouth.

Simon groaned out loud as, slowly pushing forward, he slid the whole 5 inches into her soft, delicately lipsticked mouth. 

The soft, hot, wet feeling around his shaft was like nothing he had ever known and softly he stroked her hair as she sucked him. Slowly he rocked his hips back and forward, revelling in the sight of her lips stretched tightly around his thick cock and the feel of her hot tongue as it slid across his glans.

Simon groaned, no longer capable of speech. He felt his cock twitch and then a huge, shuddering orgasm ripped through him sending jet after jet of thick, white sperm into mouth of this sweet, darling and - until that moment - perceived to be innocent mature lady.

Simon closed his eyes tight and absently turned her hair softly between his fingers as she continued to suck on his now softening prick. The soft movement of her warm mouth around him was heaven and he could feel every movement as she slowly sucked and swallowed every last drop of his seed.

Gently, Simon caressed her arms and, as he bent to lift her, his cock slipped from her mouth. Helped by Simon, Rose stood slowly and Simon noticed that she seemed to be looking more than a little embarrassed.

"Hey," he whispered into her ear, "that was gorgeous." "You are gorgeous, thank you so much"

Rose giggled nervously as she clung to him "I hope you don't think I make a habit of that! I can't believe that I did it. What must you think?"

Simon leaned back a little to look at her, smiling at her as he did so.

"I think you are wonderful" he replied "and tomorrow its my turn to return the compliment."



Rose



This story is a work of fiction. It was inspired by a wonderful friend and the most beautiful and sexual person I have ever known.

Bob was a retired public school teacher who had begun a second career in carpentry. He liked working outdoors and had always been good with tools. He found that without advertising he could stay very busy. He began by building a deck for the bank president and "word of mouth" had kept him busy for over a year. He could pick and choose his projects and found that he especially enjoyed building decks and porches. 

Bob finished a backyard gazebo project early and decided to go scouting for future work. He had several calls and the first house he went to was to rebuild a rotting back deck. He knocked at the door and introduced himself and he and the tall grubby looking homeowner went to look at the deck. 

The deck was poorly built and the wood was white pine. It looked like it had never been stained or painted and was rotting away. He told the man that he didn't see much to salvage and the man began to curse. Bob was about to leave, not wanting to work for the foul mouthed man when he looked up to see a woman standing on the deck.

She stood at the railing looking down at him and smiled. When she looked at her husband she did not smile. Bob guessed she was in her early forties and was struck by her sad but pretty face and crystal green eyes. In spite of his better judgment he began to take measurements to be able to give the man an estimate. 

Above them the woman had stepped farther down the rail and was lighting a long white cigarette. Both men watched her, Bob marveling at how graceful she looked and her husband grunting his disapproval. "Only sluts smoke, couldn't you wait until this man is gone?" he said with a growl. She extinguished the cigarette in a coke can and quickly went back into the house.

Bob wanted to slug the guy. He had a low tolerance for assholes and this guy was a poster boy for the breed. Still, the woman fascinated him and he could not make himself say what was really on his mind and walk away.

"I have things to do, you measure whatever you want and let me know what it is going to cost." With those words, the asshole walked away and Bob heard him drive away in his van. Bob stood there for a full minute debating the wisdom of continuing but then began measuring again and taking notes. 

He heard a sliding door open and close and looked up to see the woman again at the rail above him. She smiled again and her face lit up and he marveled at how beautiful she was when she smiled. He climbed carefully the rotting steps to the deck and said, "Hello, I'm Bob. I'll be out of your way in a few minutes, I just need to measure this thing."

"Hi, I'm Rose," she said shyly and with a shaky voice, "I am sorry my husband is so rude. I thought you would walk out on him."

"It occurred to me," Bob admitted, "I'm not sure why I stayed. I hate a man being rude to a lady."

Rose watched Bob as he measured and he heard the click of a lighter as she lit a cigarette. He glanced her way in time to see her exhale a long slow feather of smoke into the hot afternoon breeze. He looked at all of her for the first time. She was average height, probably around 5' 6" and looked to be in good physical shape. She was wearing a short sleeved blouse and slacks and was barefoot. Bob thought she was very attractive.

Bob had been married for the better part of his adult life. The year before he retired from teaching, his wife had decided she just didn't love him anymore and had moved out. The divorce had been friendly, if that is possible, and since then Bob had worked and gone fishing and spent time with his grandchildren.

Looking at Rose now, Bob suddenly was struck that he was finally attracted to a woman and she was married to the biggest jerk he had met in years. He was definitely attracted to this woman. Her auburn hair was short and neat and her face with no makeup or plucked eyebrows like most women, was more attractive than any he had seen in a long time. 

Rose drew deeply on her cigarette and then as she lowered it and exhaled slowly again, Bob realized he had been staring at her and she at him for over a minute. "I'm, I'm sorry mam," he stuttered embarrassed, "you remind me of someone I used to know."

"It's alright," she said, "I was staring at you too, I guess you remind me of someone. Or maybe you were thinking that my husband was right, I look like a slut when I smoke."

"No, not at all," Bob said, surprising himself at his next words. "You look very beautiful when you smoke." Blushing he turned and began measuring the railings. 

"I wish my husband thought that, but maybe you are just being polite." 

Bob turned and then apologized again and told her that he had always thought a beautiful woman smoking was attractive. His first girlfriend had been a smoker but his ex-wife was avid anti-smoking. Without realizing it the two sat down on the steps side by side and began to talk. Bob found himself opening up to Rose and telling her about his wife leaving him and how he had felt inadequate and had not even thought about another woman. 

He told her about his first girlfriend and how she smoked a great deal, even when they were making love. He was embarrassed and apologized again and Rose reached to squeeze his hand and told him it was their secret and not to worry.

He asked Rose then why she tolerated her husband's rude behavior. She told him that her husband had their finances so tied up and hidden that if she divorced him she would have nothing. She also said that their children and grandchildren adored him and would think she was deserting him and she was afraid to lose their love and respect.

"He will not let me wear makeup or do anything else that might make me attractive to other men," she said. 

"Well, he failed there because you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen." Bob again shocked himself at his candor. 

"Thank you," she said, "but if your were around more you would not think so. To make sure no other men would want me, he will not let me shave any part of my body. If I don't stay covered up I don't look very womanly." Rose put her head down, very red faced at her admission.

Bob listened to her and felt his cock stiffen in his pants. "Rose, he failed again, did you know that some men find natural women to be very attractive? For the first twenty years of our marriage my wife never shaved except during the summer because she knew how much it turned me on." It was now Bob's turn to lower his red face.

In the silence, Rose lit another cigarette, and then told Bob that her husband would be back soon. She said she hoped that he would build their deck and that she had enjoyed their talk. Rose stood and quickly walked into the house and Bob could not find words to even say goodbye.

Bob thought about Rose and her jerk husband for several days and then went by the house with his estimate. The man met him at the door and said, "I'll let you know." 

A week later the phone rang and Bob was told he could begin re-building the deck. They agreed on the following Monday. Bob sat staring at the phone wondering how much he would see of Rose and if her husband would be lurking around giving him trouble as he did his work. He worked alone and the last thing he needed or wanted was the jerk watching and commenting. On the other hand, he knew he would welcome any sight or sound of Rose.

At 7AM Monday morning Bob was unloading his trailer and getting ready to start tearing down the old rotting deck. The Jerk met him and then told him he would be gone most of the day. He left a relieved Bob and drove away in his van again.

Bob began tearing the old deck down and had worked nearly an hour when he heard the sliding door open. Rose stepped out onto the deck with a pitcher of ice water and he quickly warned her not to come too far, because his work was making the rotting deck very unstable.

Rose disappeared back into the house and then came out a basement door a few minutes later with the ice water. As Bob gratefully drank it they both stood quietly, as Rose took a long white Salem from her pack and lit it. "Did you mean all the things you said last week or were you just being nice?"

"At my age, I don't feel the need to be a liar to be nice," Bob said, "I was truthful about everything I said. You are a most lovely woman."

Rose thanked him again and they stood talking, sharing grandchildren stories and when he said he was surprised she had grandchildren so old she shocked him by telling him she had just turned 58. She was please that he was so obviously shocked and blushing she took a last long drag on her cigarette and went back into the house.

Bob went back to work and when he began taking down the rotting flooring he heard the basement door open again. Rose said, "I thought you might need some help". Bob was in shock. Rose had changed and was wearing short white shorts and a yellow halter top. Her breasts were molded by the thin cloth and her nipples were hard and her areolas bumpy, he assumed from being in the air conditioning.

Bob guessed Rose was a C cup and her dark nipples and areolas looked so sexy he had to tear his eyes away from her. "Sure, why don't you grab that end and as I knock the other end loose the board won't fall on me."

It was time for another shock as Rose raised her arms to grasp the board over her head. Under her arms was long silky dark hair. It was not overly thick but it was very visible and very sexy to Bob. They stood for a second facing each other and Rose dropped her gaze to Bob's pants which were tenting out.

Bob turned away, "I'm so sorry, oh my god, I hope you aren't offended."

"Offended, not at all. I am flattered. No man has said such nice things or reacted to me that way in many years." 

Bob began to hammer the boards loose and he and Rose caught them and Bob took time to carefully remove the rusty nails and throw them in a can before they stacked the old lumber. Bob was very careful not to look at Rose for fear of another erection. Finally they stopped for ice water and went to sit in the shade.

They sat in awkward silence as Rose lit a cigarette and began brushing crumbs of rotten wood from her shoulders. As she raised her arms to brush the wood crumbs from her hair Bob found himself looking at her furry underarms again as well as her beautiful breasts, even more outlined by the damp cloth of the halter.

Rose smile at him and said, "I don't mind you looking, it makes me feel like a woman again."

Bob moved his lawn chair closer to her and began to pick the rotten wood bits from her shoulders and hair also. As he leaned in to brush some from her bare shoulders they paused with their faces close and then slowly pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. 

Rose's lips were warm and full and soft and as Bob parted them with his tongue she met him with her tongue and he tasted her smoky mouth eagerly and felt his erection tent out his jeans painfully. The kiss continued for several minutes with his hands on her shoulders and hers on his arms. When the kiss broke and they sat back Bob's erection was obvious and there was a wet spot where his pre-cum had leaked through. Rose, Bob saw, had her own twin erections as her nipples struggled to tear through the thin damp cloth.

Bob and Rose looked at each other, both with half smiles as Rose took a long slow drag on her cigarette. She exhaled slowly and once again raised her arms to pin her hair up. Bob's erection was physical proof that he liked everything about her and she smiled her wonderful smile again. 

"I think we had better get back to work and maybe think this over," Rose said, "but that was very nice."

They went back to work and soon Bob had a trailer load of the wood they had removed and he told Rose he needed to take it to the dump. He started to leave and then turned and said, "I don't want this to stop here, I think you are wonderful."

Rose smiled and said, "Good, I don't want to stop either. He will be home soon and I was going to go shopping."

"Would you follow me to my home?" Bob asked in a shaky voice.

"Yes, I am shocked at myself, but I very much want to do that," Rose said with her sad smile.

Rose went into the house and came out wearing the same sweaty dirty clothes but she had a plastic bag with her. She got in her car and Bob drove straight to his house. He lived back off the beaten track and had a small house in the woods. When he pulled around back she followed and parked behind his house. 

When she got out of the car, Bob met her and took her hand in his. He had thought about what was about to happen all the way home and had reminded himself over and over that she was a married woman. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, "I am divorced but you are married and your husband could make things nasty for you if he found out."

"I have never wanted anything more in my entire life," she said as she leaned in to kiss him. Their kiss was soft and deep and he could taste the smoke in her mouth and he could smell her sweaty body. Instead of being a turn off, he wanted her even more.

When they finally broke the kiss he led her to his house and they entered through the screened in back porch. They went straight to the bedroom and to the master bathroom which was very large. Without speaking they began to kiss each other again and to undress each other dropping their dirty sweaty clothing on the floor.

When Rose was naked Bob stepped back to admire her. Her waist was thickened from having her children and her breasts had a slight sag, but she was beautiful. Her pubic hair was untrimmed and bushy and looked wet and slick where it covered her pussy lips.

Rose also was admiring Bob. He was far from being slim and every part of his body was thick. From having her arms around him and on his arms she knew he was very solid and had working muscles. She especially liked his hard cock which was standing out from his graying pubic hair. The hair on Bob's head was mostly white and his underarm and pubic hair had strands of gray also.

She reached out to gently stroke his cock and Bob shuddered and almost came on the spot. It had been so long and he was very sensitive. She sensed that he wanted to wait and they stepped into the shower. When they were both wet and rinsed off Rose experienced a treat that she had never had in her entire adult life. Bob shampooed her hair and took his time massaging her scalp and then he tenderly soaped and washed her entire body.

Rose like the way he soaped his hands and then washed her, never using the wash cloth. Bob took his time washing her breasts and then scrubbing her underarms and pussy. His cock kept bobbing and she suppressed the desire to kneel and suck it. 

When Rose was clean and rinsed she performed the same service for Bob. He loved the feel of her hands washing his hair and then soaping his entire body, except for his cock and balls. He was disappointed that she skipped that area and was surprised that a naked woman taking a shower with a man would be shy, but he supposed that was what it was.

Rose, however, was saving the best until last. When Bob was rinsed she whispered to him that she had one more area to clean. Rose knelt in the tub at his feet and gently soaped his cock, running her hands up and down it's length and then soaping and massaging his hairy balls. She felt him shudder and she knew he was fighting not to cum.

"I think you will cum pretty fast the first time, " she said, "and then we can relax and take our time, so please enjoy this." Rose took Bob's hard cock into her mouth. As her hands massaged his balls she began to stroke her mouth up and down his cock using her tongue on the underside of the shaft and then stopping to suck the head like a lollipop and lash the bulbous head with the tip of her tongue.

"Babe, I am going to cum, " Bob warned her as he began to make little involuntary thrusts with his hips.

Rose looked up and said, "Cum then, and enjoy it as much as I am."

Rose then took Bob's cock into her mouth and began to fuck his cock with her lips and mouth in earnest. Bob's cock was average in length and size but she loved how soft the skin was in her mouth and yet how hard it was under the skin. 

Bob moaned out loud and grasped the top of the shower doors to hold himself. Rose felt hot cum spurt into her mouth. It was thick and slightly salty and had a musty taste. She swallowed and then swallowed again as he shot rope after rope of hot cum into her mouth. Rose kept sucking and stroking his cock until she felt it softening in her mouth. She continued to suck on the head as she rubbed his balls.

Finally, Bob slid his hands into her armpits and gently brought her to her feet. He kept his hands there as he leaned down to kiss her again, enjoying the feel of her wet underarm hair. Now her mouth tasted of a mixture of his cum and her cigarettes and he savored the taste running his tongue around her tongue and teeth.

As the water began to grow cold from the long shower, he turned it off and they stepped out and toweled each other dry with two large soft towels.

"Thank you, " he said, " I have not had anyone suck me in many years. My wife just stopped years ago and I always loved that so much."

Bob took Rose to his bed and stacking two pillows he propped her up on them. He kissed her gently and then kissed his way down her neck, licking and kissing her neck looking for sensitive spots. He loved her long graceful neck. From there he slipped down to her breasts. Her areolas were puckered and her nipples were hard and he took one into his mouth and began to suck.

Her nipple was tasteless and clean and he felt it elongate in his mouth as she grew more excited. Rose arched her body upward in pleasure as his mouth gently nursed her sensitive nipple. Bob held the breast gently in his hand as he continued to nurse her and give her pleasure. His tongue worked around and over her areola gently and lightly and Rose shuddered in pleasure. 

Bob slid his other hand down over her stomach to her pubic triangle. The hair was fluffy and clean and as he teased lower he found her pussy was soaking wet. Bob slide two fingers up and down her slick leaking slit teasing the puffy excited flesh and then circled his fingers around her clit which was erect and protruding from it's protective hood. 

Without conscious thought he brought the wet fingers to her other nipple and began to rub it and roll it back and forth between his thumb and finger, causing Rose to gasp with pleasure and arch her lower body up to his. 

"Please, I am so close, make me cum." Bob slipped his hand back down and slid the two wet fingers deeply into her soaking pussy as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, the one liberally coated with her juices. She gasped again and began to whimper and moan as he sucked the now tasty and sweet smelling nipple and began to slowly fuck her deeply with his two fingers. He let his thumb find her clit and he used her abundant juices to lubricate it as he massaged the little nub and felt her whole body quake. 

Rose was having a deep and very hard orgasm. She had not had an orgasm like this in years and she thrust herself against Bob's hand. His mouth never left her nipple and his gentle but persistent licking and sucking made her cum all the harder. Rose began thrusting against his fingers and moaned and whimpered loudly as she ran her hand over her other breast and played with her own nipple.

In all the years Bob had been married his wife had never enjoyed having her breasts sucked or her pussy manually stroked so much. He was amazed had how hard and violently and long Rose was cumming. Her breath came in gasps and she was reduced to a series of "oh" "oh" "oh", when she suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Stop, it's too intense."




Rose



Bob slide up alongside Rose and put his arms around her. He held her sweating body close as she fought to catch her breath and her body quivered against his over and over, almost like aftershocks to an earth quake. Finally Rose lay still and quiet and they lay like that for nearly 20 minutes before she spoke.

"Thank you, now you have done something for me that I have not had in a long time. That was so intense and wonderful." Rose pulled his head to her lips and kissed him gently. When they finally broke the kiss she licked her lips and smiled, tasting herself on him. "I admit, you shocked my when you rubbed my pussy juice on my breast and then sucked it, but then I started cumming and I realized I loved everything that you were doing."

"I loved everything we did together..............so far," Bob said as he smiled at her. Finally Rose asked Bob if he minded if she smoked? He told her to do anything she wanted and as she got a cigarette and lighter from her bag he reached for a candle in a dish for her to use as an ashtray.

Rose lay in his arms as she lit the cigarette with Bob's eyes recording her every move. Her first puff got the cigarette lit and then laying the lighter aside with the cigarette still in her lips she took a long draw before removing the cigarette and inhaling. She exhaled into the air in front of them a long feather of dense white smoke. 

As Rose lay in his arms smoking, she began to fondle his now half hard cock. She was pleased that he was recovering fairly quickly for a man in his 50's. On impulse she slid down and took his cock into her mouth again. She was rewarded with an instant hardening as she gently sucked and stroked it. When she paused to take another drag on her cigarette she looked up at Bob and saw a dreamy half smile as he watched her.

Rose exhaled around his cock and then again took it into her smoky mouth. She fondled his balls as she slowly stroked his cock with her wet mouth. She felt Bob's hands slide down and under her arms and then he pulled her up on top of him with her face to his. Bob kissed her deeply, tasting his own pre cum and her smoky mouth. 

When Bob felt her furry pussy slide over his cock her reached down to stroke her and found her hand guiding his cock to her opening. She slid the bulbous head of his cock up and down her swollen wet lips and then teased her clit with it. It felt so much better than her vibrator and she shuddered with desire.

Rose lowered her body slightly and the head of his cock slipped inside of her. She sat up and lowered herself slowly onto his now rock hard cock. He filled her pussy nicely and both of them later agreed that this moment, with her sitting on him with his cock buried deeply inside her, was the most wonderful feeling they had either had in many years. 

Rose realized that she still had her half smoked cigarette in her hand. She started to reach over to put it out and Bob said, "Why don't you stay there, just like that and finish your cigarette. You feel so hot and good and I love the way my cock feels inside of you right now."

Rose smiled at him and then took a deep drag. She held it for a moment and then as she exhaled into the air over them, Bob reached and began massaging her sensitive breasts. She knew he was turned on by her body and she raised her arms so that he could see her breasts move and have full view of the thick hair under her arms. It was obvious how much he enjoyed the sight of her this way as she felt his cock throb inside of her.

As Rose took a second long drag, she slid her body upward almost off his cock. She held the smoke as she paused there and then as she very slowly exhaled she slid her pussy back down over his cock. Bob knew that if she had not sucked him off earlier he would have cum right then.

After a minutes pause Rose repeated the long draw on her cigarette as she again raised her body and hovered over him. She held the smoke inside several seconds and then again slowly exhaled as she lowered herself back down on him. Rose knew she was very close to orgasm again and his cock felt hot and alive inside of her.

Rose repeated her actions again but this time when she had raised her body to the top of her stroke Bob reached and took the cigarette from her fingers. He reached over with his long arm and put it in the dish holding the candle. He looked back at Rose and then gently pulled her down on his cock as he rolled her over and raised up with him over her, holding himself on stiff arms. Rose had held her breath and now exhaled to the side. Before her lungs had emptied of smoke Bob lowered his lips and began to kiss her. 

Rose's smoky mouth devoured him as he began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her. He could feel her extreme wetness and at the end of each slow stroke he ground himself into her grinding her clit and feeling their pubic hair rubbing together. Bob could feel their juices running down his balls and knew that he could not last long.

As Bob began to stroke faster Rose and he kissed often and he reached down to nibble her nipples or to run his lips through her underarm hair before returning to her mouth. Her tongue seemed to want to explore his whole mouth and she began to meet his thrusts with her own. Soon little grunts were coming from both of them and Bob raised himself back up to quicken his strokes.

Rose reached up and took Bob's nipples between her thumbs and fingers and began to roll and play with them as he began to stroke himself into her harder and faster. She began to whimper and moan again and he felt her hot pussy spasm around his cock as she began to orgasm. When Rose began bucking wildly under him Bob began to slam himself into her so hard that he felt his balls slap into her ass. Rose reached up to grab the head of the bed to keep herself from sliding up under his hard thrusting. Bob looked down at her red face and chest and her bouncing breasts. Her nipples were harder than any he had ever seen and her long underarm hair made a sharp contrast to her smooth breasts and body. 

Bob glanced down and saw his own cock sliding in and out of her furry pussy and felt his cum rising. As Bob began to orgasm he heard his own voice join hers as they made animal moans and cries. Rose was almost unintelligible, but he could understand, "fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhh" and then he began shooting ropes of thick cum into her pussy. 

Bob kept slamming himself into Rose as he felt spurt after spurt fill her. Rose felt him cumming and felt his hot cum filling her pussy. She thrust herself wildly meeting his every move with her own. Rose had never had a man cum so hard or so long inside of her and her own orgasm continued as she urged him on.

Finally, Bob collapsed into Rose's arms. His spent cock was still inside of her and they lay in each others arms panting and trying to catch their breath. When he could breath normally, he leaned in to gently kiss her lips and Rose met his lips eagerly. After sex, Bob's ex wife had always turned away or rushed to the bathroom to clean herself. Rose's husband had always turned away and gone to sleep. For both of them, holding someone who still wanted them after being satisfied was a new and wonderful experience.

Finally, with their lips still touching and Bob's limp cock still pressed against Rose's pussy, they fell asleep. They fell asleep knowing that something wonderful had happened at a time of their lives when both of them had given up. Neither had any idea what would happen in the future, but at this moment both were completely satisfied to hold each other.



Rose Across the Way



Newport, New York 1972 was just as sleepy a little town as it is today. Despite the simple rural setting, like any other town there were countless stories going on behind closed doors. This was one of them.

***

"You look lovely tonight, Mrs. B." Kenny said as he walked into the kitchen of his neighbor, closing the door behind him, and as the woman who had let him in rolled her eyes, the young man smiled and followed her over to the sink.

"Your Eddie Haskell act again?" Rose Blakeley asked with a smile as she took the small paper bag from her teenage neighbor and set it down next to the sink. "And what did your mother send you over with now?"

"Tomatoes," Kenny replied as he watched Rose take the two mason jars out of the bag and set them on the counter before folding the bag neatly and putting it in the drawer.

Rose wondered whether Mrs. Lansing was actually sending things over to her, or even if her neighbor across the way had any idea that so much of her canning efforts ended up in her cupboards. The Lansing family had always been good neighbors and had been especially considerate after her husband had left her three years ago, but Rose couldn't help but wonder if they knew what their youngest son was up to.

"Well, I guess I can find space for these," Rose said as she opened the door of the kitchen cabinet and looked at the cans and jars that nearly filled the cupboard.

Kenny watched his neighbor intently as she moved things around. Rose was wearing a faded red and white checkered sleeveless top, with the armholes so baggy that he could have even seen the sides of her breasts had Rose not been wearing a bra, like always. 

Rose's arms were still carrying a bit of the tan that she had gotten over the summer, and as the middle-aged woman reached up Kenny saw the pale color of her skin when the blouse slid further up.

"Did I ever tell you that you have beautiful arms?" Kenny said as he stared at the woman who had to be - what - close to fifty, and marvelled at how well-toned and shapely those supple limbs of hers were.

"Yes, you have Kenny," Rose said with an amused expression. "Just about every week."

"Is that why you always wear sleeveless blouses when I come over?"

"Do I?" Rose said.

"Every Sunday," Kenny confirmed as he watched Rose brush a wayward hair from her forehead as she craned her neck upward to see the top shelf.

The paleness of the underside of Rose's arm contrasted nicely with the darker outer portion, and as Rose posed there for Kenny his eyes went to Rose's armpit and the coating of peach fuzz that covered the gentle recess of her underarm.

"I didn't realize that," Rose said, although that wasn't exactly true.

"Do you shave your underarms Sunday nights or Monday mornings?" Kenny asked, enjoying the flustered look that Rose got when he would come out with something like that.

"That's rather personal, don't you think?" Rose said as she finally lowered her arm. "Where do you come up with some of this stuff?"

"I dunno. I guess I just say what I think," Kenny offered. "You shouldn't shave them at all."

"Oh, that would really go over well at work," Rose answered.

"Winter's coming," Kenny said. "You'll be all covered up and nobody would know. That's what my Mom does. She doesn't shave all winter. I think it's my old man's idea. He likes them European women. You ought to think about it. You would look really sexy."

"I don't think so," Rose replied. "Guess you'll have to be content with looking at your Mom."

"My Mom?" Kenny said, making a face. "I don't want to look at my mother. At least not the way I look at you."

Rose felt a shiver go down her spine as she went back to making room in the overcrowded cupboard. It was a game that they played, and Rose didn't know why she went along with it. Loneliness, perhaps. Oh, she knew that the kid was just flirting and teasing her, just like she often did with him.

Like the game they played sometimes at night. Kenny's bedroom was upstairs in the house across the way, about fifty yards west of her house. Rose's bedroom faced that way, and they had begun to play out this ritual on occasion.

Rose would leave the curtains open as she got ready for bed, undressing slowly on those nights when she would see Kenny up in his window, looking at her. Kenny used to be wearing only underwear or pajama bottoms, but now he had begun to wear nothing at all.

To Rose's shame, she had begun to look up towards Kenny, but the combination of her less-than-perfect eyesight, the distance between the two houses, and the fact that the outside of Kenny's bedroom window wasn't very clean made it impossible for Rose to see much.

Could Kenny see? Rose often wondered that. Maybe that was why she kept her bedroom window spotless. Since she was on the ground floor, that was easier to do than if it was on the second floor, like Kenny was.

She wanted Kenny to see, inwardly thrilled that a young guy like him would even want to look at a tired old woman like her, even if it was probably just out of boredom. Not much for kids to do around Newport, Rose mused. That was why her two children had moved along as soon as they could - that, and the fact that their father was a drunk and a wife beater, Rose knew.

So Rose kept playing the game, pretending that she was unaware of her young neighbor's voyeuristic ways, and let him look up to a point. When Rose would take off her bra, she would never be facing the window. That wasn't a tease on her part, but more of embarassment because of the way her breasts looked without the harness.

Never much to begin with, Rose was well aware and had been reminded of many times over the years by her ex, her small breasts were no longer perky but sagged noticeably, like much of the rest of her, Rose admitted to herself. No sense ruining it for the kid, Rose had concluded, so she let him use his imagination when her bra came off and she would turn out the light.

"What?" Rose said, suddenly aware that Kenny had been talking to her while she was deep in thought. "I'm sorry."

"I said that if you wanted me too, I could shave you. Your armpits and legs, I mean," Kenny repeated, the color in his cheeks rising. "Men do that to their lovers a lot. I've read about it in books."

"Oh really?" Rose laughed. "And what book might that have been in?"

"I forgot the name of it," Kenny mumbled. "I found it in the attic with a bunch of other stuff my old man thought he had hidden."

"Is that so?" 

"Yeah," Kenny replied. "In the book the man gave the woman a bath, and then he shaved her legs and underarms for her, and then they made love."

"Sounds like one heck of a book, but I don't know if a kid should be reading that stuff," Rose answered, putting the last jar away and closing the cabinet.

"I'm not a kid Mrs. B.," Kenny said with a trace of irritation in his voice. "I got my draft card last month."

"That's right," Rose said. "I forget that you're only two years younger than Henry. Time flies."

"I could read the book to you, if you would want," Kenny offered. "I could go get it."

"That's okay."

"I would say that I could read it to you over the phone later, but I don't have a phone in my bedroom like you do."

"So, I take it that the Bills must have lost today," Rose said, trying to change the subject. "I heard your Dad yelling this afternoon."

"Yeah, they lost," Kenny said. "So what do you think?"

"About what?"

"Me doing that," Kenny said, fidgeting as he leaned against the counter toward Rose. "Giving you a bath. Shaving your legs and underarms."

"One of these days I'm going to take you up on one of these crazy things you come up with, Kenny Lansing," Rose said in a playfully scolding voice.

"Tonight?" Kenny asked. "I'm not just talk, you know."

"If you think I'm foolish enough to get naked in front of a kid..."

"Man," Kenny said.

"Okay, a man then. Me getting naked in front of a less - way less - than half my age?" Rose said.

"You let me look at you through the window," Kenny said, blurting out what had been left unsaid for so long.

"That's... that's different," Rose said, stammering as she moved a couple of steps away from Kenny, until her back was against the stove. "It's not like you can see anything."

"I've seen everything," Kenny said in a quiet voice. "And you've seen me."

"No. I can't. Didn't," Rose said. "My eyesight isn't all that great, and you window needs cleaning."

"Shit," Kenny said, and then mumbled an apology. "I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to see how much you turn me on."

"Kenny," Rose said, looking around the room like she wanted to bolt out of her own house. "I'm an old woman."

"No you aren't."

"What happened to that girl?" Rose countered. "That blonde I saw you with a lot over the summer? That busty one that works at the Stewart's in town?"

"Joni?"

"I guess," Rose retorted. "Whoever she is. Why you would look at me when you have somebody like that around?"

"She's just a girl," Kenny said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You're a woman. I love you. I always have." 

"Kenny..."

"I've wanted you since forever," Kenny said, talking fast and finally saying aloud what he had rehearsed in his min for so long. "Back when that asshole was still here, I could hear him screaming at you and hitting you, and I used to lay in bed crying, wanting to come over and kill him."

Kenny looked at Rose, who had a pained look on her face as she looked up to the ceiling, and brought his hands down to his belt. Undoing the buckle, he unsnapped the fastener, and the sound of it echoed in the quiet room. Rose's eyes came down at the sound, and she found herself watching the nervous teenager as he slid the jeans down his legs and stepped out of them.

His underwear. Rose did a double take when she saw the obscene bulge in Kenny's tight white underwear. It was as if there was a snake inside of the cotton briefs that seemed over-matched in trying to contain it, and then Kenny was peeling his underwear down.

Rose gasped when she saw Kenny's penis spring out from his confinement. His cock was hard and it seemed enormous as the long pole swayed in front of him, out of place on the skinny torso of the kid not much larger in stature than she was.

"Look at me," Kenny said in a voice that was pleading. "Please don't turn away."

Almost as if she was wrestling with an unseen force, Rose tried not to look at Kenny, now naked to the waist. His skinny pale legs with the dusting of hair on the calves, and the pale smooth thighs and then his cock. Long and thin and pale, it sprung around lazily in front of the young man as it sprouted from the modest nest of hair above it, and it was so erect that it curved upward slightly, exposing the wrinkled sac and the large orbs in held loosely in the dangling pouch.

"I can't," Rose said, biting her lower lip as tears trickled down her cheeks. 

"Yes you can," Kenny insisted. "I want you to see me like I've seen you. I know I'm not much to look at, but..."

"No. You're beautiful. Really you are. It's not that," Rose stammered. "I had no idea..."

Had no idea how well endowed you were, Rose wanted to say as she tried to turn away from the kid with the decidedly manly features. Rose had only been with one man before she had been married, and none since, so her experience was limited, but neither of those men were built anything like Kenny. 

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're worried about" Kenny explained, mentally dismissing Joni and Diane as merely sex in the grand scheme of things. "But I've never really made love before. Not with a woman. A woman I love."

***

Rose found herself in her bedroom, and stood like she was a guest in her own house, standing in the doorway as she watched the slender kid with the pale butt go over and close the curtains before clicking on the little lamp by the side of the bed.

"Please don't," Rose asked. "The light, I mean."

"I've seen you already," Kenny said.

"Not like this though," Rose said, turning and closing the door, turning the latch as she felt Kenny's presence behind her.

"Yes I have," Kenny said. "Please don't be mad. I've looked at you though the window."

"I know."

"No, I mean other times," Kenny confessed. "I peeked in at you when you've come out of the shower. Other times when you're naked too. I've seen every inch of your body."

Rose shuddered when she felt Kenny's hands slid down her arms before beginning to open the buttons of her blouse, his hands trembling just like hers were as he admitted what he had done.

"I've seen the little tattoo of the ladybug on small of your back, and that scar farther up," Kenny said as he undid the last button and opened Rose's blouse from behind her.

Rose felt naked even though she wasn't as she recalled how her husband had caused that scar, one of the ones that were visible, but as Kenny kept telling her about her body, she wasn't upset but relieved.

"Your breasts," Kenny said as he pulled the blouse off of Rose's slender shoulders and kissed the nape of her neck. "Your nipples - so big and plump that I've always dreamed about taking them into my mouth, and those little dimples on your butt drive me wild."

Rose felt her bra come undone, and as her breasts eased downward the cups were replaced by Kenny's hands, which cradled them lovingly in his palms.

"Just like I had dreamed them to be," Kenny moaned, trying not to rub his cock against Rose's backside for fear he would cum. "Even better."

Rose's breathing was rapid and loud as she looked down and saw her spongy little breasts get kneaded, gently at first and then a little rougher, and Rose leaned back against the lad and let him have his way.

"Between your legs," Kenny said as he undid Rose's shorts and let them drop to the floor. "I love it - love how thick and plush your pubic hair looked. Always fantasized that it would be soft to the touch."

Rose looked down at the pale hand sliding under the worn elastic of her panties, and her knees buckled as Kenny's fingers raked through the jungle of hair on their way down.

"Omigod! You're wet," Kenny gasped as his hand found the hair was not only soft but very moist. "Are you as excited as I am?"

Rose noticed that she hadn't made the bed, but as she landed on the soft sheets she was just as glad. She was tearing at Kenny's t-shirt while he was trying to yank down her panties, and while it would have been easier if they had waited, it was as if they were both too crazed to bother with that.

"No,' Rose whimpered when she saw Kenny start to lower his head between her legs, and with an urgency that was shocking to both of them she pulled Kenny up on top of her, grabbing his throbbing cock and trying to put it between her legs.

"Easy," Rose gasped as Kenny took his cock from her hand and slid it up and down her wet pussy before starting to slide it in, and although he was as gentle as he could be, Rose still cried out as his cock tore through her long-neglected opening.

"Sorry," Rose heard Kenny saying as his long manhood kept going deeper and deeper into Rose, reaching areas that no man had ever touched before, and as she writhed underneath the boy her hands were clawing at his shoulders and back while her legs thrashed around wildly.

From the moment his cock went into Rose's tight opening, Kenny fought not to cum. All of those other times, he had been in control, able to hold back until he was ready. This was different. This was Rose, and she wasn't some goofy girl he was having sex with, but a real woman. A woman he loved.

Kenny thrust in and out of Rose carefully, but as he began losing control he sped up, moving his cock in and out fast and hard in an attempt to make Rose cum too. She did, a few seconds after he had begun ejaculating inside of her, and as she cried and clawed at him he kept going, thrusting himself into her as hard as he could, and kept going after he had gone somewhat soft.

Rose had come down off of the incredible heights that her orgasm had brought her, an orgasm like she could not recall ever having before, and now she was looking at Kenny's face, which still had the intensity it had shown while he had made love. Now, moving his still sizable manhood in her even though she could feel he had cum, he continued as he had been doing.

It felt good, Rose had to admit, and even though Kenny was now soft he felt just as big inside of her as her husband used to feel erect. Suddenly, Rose began to feel Kenny getting hard again. Slowly at first, his probing member grew harder and harder, longer and longer, and when he was hard again the two of them began laughing like loons.

This time, Kenny came when he wanted, and not before he had brought Rose to a couple more orgasms of her own. Her pussy was sore, but it was a good ache, and after her last orgasm had made her practically pass out, Rose implored Kenny to cum.

"Cum for me, Kenny," Rose asked, her hands squeezing his tight little butt as she looked into his eyes. "I want to feel you cum this time. Give it to me, love."

Rose watched as Kenny's face began contorting, his boyish features becoming all twisted as his previously slow and steady movement in and out of her stopped, and then she watched as Kenny cried out while his cock jerked inside of her.

"Yes!" Rose cried out as she felt the warmth of his seed spurt deep into her womb. "I feel it. So good."

Rose's fingers kept digging into his little buttocks until she felt Kenny go limp again inside of her, and as he delicately pulled his flaccid hose out of her he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

"I really do love you," Kenny said. "Now more than ever."

"I love you too, baby," Rose said, and she meant it as well, as their sweaty bodies embraced.

***

They talked for quite a while, and as they spoke their hands gently caressed each other's bodies. Kenny spoke about his ambitions; to join the Air Force and maybe become a pilot, and Rose told Kenny about her kids, who Kenny only knew slightly because of them being older.

Rose didn't discuss her husband, and didn't have to. Even Kenny had been able to figure it out, and he was just a kid when it was happening. Besides, this night was so special that she didn't want to ruin a second of it.

"Uh - your thingy is pointing at me again," Rose said as she reached down and took the long warm prong in her hand and began stroking it.

"I know a place where it would like to go," Kenny said.

"I'm kinda sore," Rose said. "Not used to anything down there these days."

"Especially not one as big as yours is," Rose added when she saw Kenny pout a little. "I have another place in mind for him though."

Rose kissed her way down Kenny's body while she continued to stroke the long staff, and when her mouth reached his cock she let her tongue slide all the way down the underside, from the tip of the mushroom head right down the veined shaft to the very root of his manhood.

I used to love doing this, Rose thought as she let her lips slide down Kenny's cock until they met her fist which was wrapped around the bottom, back when I used to love the man it was attached to.

Now Rose felt that old joy return, and began working over Kenny's cock in earnest, her wet and warm mouth taking in as much of it as she good while massaging his balls in time. Rose could feel the pulsating going on inside of Kenny's member, and the noises he was making in response to her affection excited her as well.

"Rose," Kenny said, using her first name after having been scolded out of calling her Mrs. B. ever again. "This is really good." 

"It's supposed to be good," Rose replied after taking the cock out of her mouth for a moment.

"I know," Kenny said, groaning when Rose ducked down and took his left ball in her mouth and sucked on it hard, making a loud popping noise when she released it. "But I'm not going to be able to stop - you know."




Rose Across the Way



"I know," Rose said just before going back down to business. "And I don't want you to even try to stop."

Rose's mouth went back down on Kenny's fully engorged cock, the veins throbbing and bulging as her lips went over them. Rose strained to try and get all of Kenny's arching manhood, but it was too long, so she kept working over all she could handle without choking.

Rose felt Kenny's balls tighten up as he moaned a warning, and then she felt the surge of his seed racing up the length of his cock while she braced for his orgasm. Rose blocked the initial blast of his ejaculation with her tongue and then let the ensuing spurts coat the roof of her mouth and her throat while Kenny writhed and clutched at the bedding until he was spent.

With a mischievous grin, Rose looked up at Kenny while wiggling his limp dick, amazed at how floppy and big it was even soft.

"You look beautiful like that," Kenny said as he looked at the little trickle of his cum sneaking out of the corner of Rose's mouth.

Rose laughed and opened wide, showing the saliva and semen she still had in her mouth, and then wiggled her tongue at Kenny.

"That doesn't scare me," Kenny said, grabbing Rose and pinning her down to the bedding, kissing her and letting his tongue slide in and join hers. 

***

"I need a shower," Rose said wearily as she reclined in the bed, her right hand up under her neck while her left arm covered her chest. "And you better be thinking about getting home, shouldn't you?"

"No, I don't need to go home," Kenny said, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning over towards Rose. "And no, you don't need a shower."

With that, Kenny leaned down and kissed Rose's underarm, and when she protested Kenny pinned her arm back over her head.

"I'm all sweaty," Rose protested as Kenny began running his tongue up and down her armpit, the sensation making her shiver.

"Delicious, and you don't smell, by the way," Kenny said as his tongue slid along the bountiful peach fuzz. "You going to let this grow out for me?"

"No," Rose said with a giggle. "Can you imagine what I would look like?"

"Frequently," Kenny said. "Well, in that case, let me give you a bath and I'll shave them for you."

"All right, wise guy!" Rose said as she climbed out of bed. "Let's go."

***

"You're really going to do this, aren't you?" Rose said as she turned off the tub and swished her hand around to get the bubbles stirred up.

"I told you I was serious," Kenny said as he sat on the closed toilet lid, safety razor and can of shaving cream in hand.

"Well, this is too bright in here," Rose declared, unscrewing one of the bulbs of the lights above them before telling Kenny to turn his head while she took off her robe and got int the tub.

"I've seen everything you have," Kenny said as he shook his head. "I think I've licked every pore on your body back in bed."

"That was different," Rose said. "You were aroused in there."

"I'm aroused in here too," Kenny informed Rose, getting up to wag his semi-turgid cock at her before kneeling down again.

"Does that thing ever deflate?"

"Not when you're around," Kenny said, grabbing Rose's leg and propping it up on the rim of the tub. "Your legs aren't very hairy."

"Neither are yours," Rose said.

"Ouch."

"Well, that's fine by me for both us," Rose said. "There's only a little that grows on the insides of my calves."

"So I see," Kenny said as his hands slid along the faint stubble before covering the area with shaving cream.

"Ooh, that feels weird," Rose said as she watched Kenny slowly run the blade up her leg. "Weird having somebody else do it. And you're so good at it too."

"Thank you madam," Kenny said, and after he did the same with Rose's other calf he moved up to the other end of the tub. "Now comes the best part. Raise your arm please."

"This is so embarrassing," Rose said as she covered her chest with her right arm while putting her left hand behind her head.

"Why?"

"I don't know," Rose said as Kenny shook the can of Barbasol slowly.

"You could just let it grow," Kenny suggested while tilting his head. "For me?"

"I'm way too hairy for that," Rose said.

"In that case, would you mind putting your other hand down. The one covering your breasts? You always do that."

"Can't you tell why?"

"No. I've told you that your breasts are beautiful," Kenny insisted.

"They're small and they sag," Rose lamented. "They're starting to look like fried eggs. When I think of what I must look like, especially when you've been used to looking at young girls that that Joni. She has to be a D cup at least."

"I don't talk about other girls," Kenny said. "But don't compare yourself to other people. Believe me when I say that nobody comes close to you, at least in my eyes."

"Thank you," Kenny said after Rose let the arm that had been shielding her chest ease into the tub, exposing what Rose was so ashamed of. "They really are wonderful, you know."

Rose took a deep breath as Kenny surveyed Rose's underarm, tracing the long diamond shaped pattern of tiny hairs with his hand before lathering the sloping hollow and sliding the razor through. Kenny repeated the motion a couple of times, watching as Rose's eyes became glazed and her breathing grew more rapid.

"Other arm," Kenny said softly as he moved over to the other side, and as he lathered Rose he watched her nipples continue to swell as they had been doing since he had started shaving her underarms.

By the time he had finished, splashing water on Rose to examine his work, Rose's plump aureoles had blossomed just like they had back in bed, and her already long and fat nipples seemed to be ready to explode.

"There," Kenny said, leaning forward and giving the smooth surface of Rose's underarm a long and sensuous lick of approval. "Smooth as a baby's butt. I think you liked that as much as I did."

"Dunno," Rose replied, her face red as she stayed in place with her arm raised. "It was... something."

"I watched your nipples - your aureoles - while I did that," Kenny said, and Rose looked down at the crimson blossoms that dominated the small globes. "They swelled so much. Touch them."

"What?"

"Reach down and touch your breasts," Kenny urged his older lover. "Caress them. Hold them as I did, and like you do when you're alone."

Rose's hands went down and followed Kenny's words, taking her breasts and moving them around on her chest.

"They're sensitive, aren't they?" Kenny asked, and Rose nodded. "Close your eyes and keep massaging your breasts. Just like that."

Rose let out a startled cry when she felt Kenny's hand between her legs, and although her opening was sore Kenny's hand was tender. His fingers found her clitoris right away, and as he began to rub her softly he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"That's it, play with your breasts. Feel how hard your nipples are. They feel so good when they're loved like this. Ooh - that looks so good. You like your tits squeezed hard, don't you? That's nice."

Rose was squirming in the tub as Kenny's fingers worked over her clitoris, and now she was clawing at her breasts, tearing at the doughy teats as Kenny's hand and words got more intense.

"That's it. You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" Kenny hissed as Rose's legs kicked in the water. "You're going to cum while you play with your amazing tits and I finger your wonderfully furry pussy!"

Kenny watched as Rose's eyes went white and her thighs clamped down around his hand, and the scream she let out filled the little bathroom while the little woman thrashed around in the tub, water flying over the sides while her body convulsed uncontrollably.

Rose's thighs relaxed for a second, but then her body shuddered and shivered again as another orgasm seemed to rush through her body. Several smaller after-shocks followed before Rose fell back into the tub. Kenny grabbed her limp body for fear she was going to go under, and held her upright while she shivered some more.

"You okay?" Kenny asked, concern in his eyes as he looked at Rose.

"What was that?" Rose asked, bewildered and dazed as she tried to get her balance.

"It was incredible," Kenny answered, brushing Rose's hair from her face. "You were incredible."

Rose looked at the young lad beside her and couldn't help asking him with a laugh, "Who are you?"

"The kid across the way," Kenny replied. "The one who loves you."

"Man," Rose said. "The man across the way."

Rose let Kenny help her out of the tub on shaky underpinnings, and after he dried her in the full light of the bathroom, Rose sank to her knees. Kenny at first tried to catch her, but she was fine. She had seen something that caught her eye. Something long and hard and looking as if it was needing some love.

This time, Rose took him all. Her lips slid right down the length of this long member, and she hardly blinked when she felt the head of his cock hit her throat. Kenny's balls were against her chin and her nose was in his pubic hair as she sucked on his manhood.

Rose's hand kneaded his balls but her lips hardly moved, instead using her tongue and throat in an attempt to siphon his orgasm out of him. Milking his sac roughly, Rose let Kenny's ejaculation sail right down her throat while she fought the urge to gag until his orgasm was through, and only then did she pull her mouth off of his deflating organ and catch her breath. 

"Wow," was all Kenny could say as he helped Rose to her feet.

"Wow," Rose echoed.

"Do you think you'll be okay by tomorrow?" Kenny asked later as he prepared to leave, and Rose nodded eagerly, kissing him one last time before she watched him cut across their yards and over to his house.

How long would this last, Rose wondered as she watched the shadowy figure disappear, but she didn't want to think about that right then and there. She had just had the night of her life, and while there was no way they could ever top what had just taken place, just realizing that there was a guy who wanted her, and thought she was desirable and attractive no matter what her eyes and head told her otherwise, that was enough for now.

***

As it turned out, that night was only the beginning. Kenny visited often, almost every night he didn't have to work, and they made love as if they were both 18. There wasn't anything they didn't try at least once, and they spent as much time laughing as they did having sex.

It was a clandestine relationship, even though Kenny didn't necessarily want it that way. He seemed content to let the cat out of the bag, but Rose felt like she would be thought a fool, especially by Kenny's parents, so they kept it quiet.

As winter arrived the footprints that led across the way to her house might have given a clue, especially when the trail got so deep as the snow built up around it, but eventually spring came.

With it came Kenny's letter. He hadn't made it into the Air Force, but he did get drafted and became a member of the Army. Rose hated the thought of Kenny going off like that, but in her heart she knew it would happen some day. He would go off and find a girl his own age.

Still, she put on a brave front when he left, saving her tears for after his father drove off with him to the airport. The Vietnam War was winding down, or so the politicians claimed, so hopefully the war would be over before Kenny got out of basic training or whatever he had to go to.

"I'll write everyday," Kenny had promised, and Rose didn't know why she was surprised when he did, sometimes twice a day.

Then came the day that Kenny got to go home, and when Rose saw him arrive home in his uniform it was all she could do to keep from running across the yard to jump all over him, but she waited.

Finally, Rose saw him cutting across the yard, and she was waiting for him when he climbed the back steps.

"What do you think?" Kenny said after they finally stopped kissing and hugging. "How do you like a man in uniform?"

Rose smiled as she backed across the kitchen towards the bedroom, and although he still looked like a little boy dressing up, there was a man underneath. A man she missed more than anything in the world.

"I like a man out of uniform even better," Rose chirped as she led Kenny to her lair.

"What have you been doing with yourself without me?" Kenny asked as he started undressing, folding his clothes neatly as he watched Rose tossing off the robe that was all she had been wearing.

"It's more like what I haven't been doing," Rose giggled as she posed provocatively for her lover, her arms raised high to expose the result of her not performing the task Kenny had been doing for her.

"Is that for me?" Kenny said as he slid his hands under Rose's arms, fluffing up the thick tufts of hair that filled the deep caverns.

"Can't get any other guys around here to get rid of it for me," Rose responded as she looked at Kenny's big grin. "I think it's a job for a man. Know anybody up to it?"

"Have to think about it," Kenny answered as he climbed on top of his lover. "I have to admit that I kind of like you like this, all nice and furry, but I've got all week to decide, right?"

"You've got all week," Rose replied, wanting to say that he had the rest of his life if he wanted.

***

The week ended so quickly that it hardly seemed fair, but it was over. Rose again watched Kenny and his father drive down the road, and Rose went back to living the life of a woman left alone while her man went off to fight.

Months passed, and Kenny finally told Rose where he was going. The names of these places - they all sounded the same. So out of the realm of her understanding that all she could do was hope and pray.

The letters came, but not as often. Days would go by and Rose would fret, and then a flurry of letters would arrive and brighten her day. 

Things were okay, Kenny insisted, but the tone of the letters was different. he sounded weary and depressed. Keep safe, Rose would always respond. I can't wait until you get back. I love you more than life itself.

Then there were no letters for over a week. Rose couldn't eat or sleep. The TV was no help. 90 U.S. Soldiers died last week, Cronkite would say. 812 Viet Cong were killed. Every week was the same. How many of these Viet Cong were there, anyway?

Thursday Rose went to the mailbox, and saw it. A letter. Rose grabbed it out of the box and kissed it, cherishing the sight of Kenny's loopy handwriting and the little heart he always made out of the o in her name.

Rose headed back to her house and almost missed the sight of the black car with the two men in uniform in it as it pulled out of the Lansing driveway. A car with U.S. Government plates on it, and as the solemn men in the car passed, Rose started to cry.

"Maybe he just got hurt," Rose said out loud, staggering all over the driveway as she tried to think straight. "It doesn't matter, as long as he's coming home."

Rose made it back to the back steps before she lost the tea and toast she had eaten earlier that day, and after she went inside she opened the letter carefully.

Everything was okay, Kenny said. Should be home in a couple of months. I'm staying safe. I love you more than anything.

Same old stuff that she loved hearing. The stupid things his buddies would say and the weird things that happened that he was allowed to talk about. Everything was okay.

Rose kept looking at the Lansing house across the way. Nothing looked different, but then again, what would she expect? It took an hour of watching before Rose got up the courage to go over to Kenny's house.

It wasn't like she never spoke to Kenny's parents. She always asked about Kenny wherever they would run into each other and his Mom and Dad were always happy to fill her in, even though Rose knew as much about what was happening with Kenny as they did.

Now Rose was at the bottom of the front steps of the Lansing house, and she couldn't make the first step. She kept making false starts and couldn't get her foot to make the first move.

Suddenly the front door opened, and there was Kenny's father. The man who liked European woman and grew way too many tomatoes was there at the top of the steps, and he wasn't smiling. His eyes were red and his lip was quivering, and Rose shook her head no, stumbling backward just before her world went dark.

***

When Rose came to she was on her own couch, with a cold compress on her head. Kenny's father was standing over her, looking down at her, and then Rose remembered everything that had taken place before she passed out.

"You've got a bruise on your forehead," Mr. Lansing said. "Emma helped me get you over here."

"I'm alright," Rose said as she struggled to sit upright. "Thank you so much for - what you did."

"If you want I can call you an ambulance," Mr. Lansing said. "Unless you need me to get you to the hospital or something, I guess I should get back over to Emma. She's taking it hard."

"No, I understand," Rose said, the tears coming out as she spoke. "How did it...?

"They said Kenny never saw it coming," his Dad said. "Although I think that's what they tell everybody. They'll be shipping him home in a few days."

"You have no idea how badly I feel for you," Rose managed to get out.

"I think I do," Mr. Lansing said. coming back over to kneel by the side of the couch Rose was sitting on. "You see, Kenny told me - well, let's just say that when I asked him about you two he didn't deny it. That was his way. He wouldn't lie to me but he wouldn't betray a confidence either. I had suspected it for quite a while."

"Does Mrs. Lansing know?"

"I have a hunch she might suspect something now, but I'm not sure."

"I can only imagine what you must think of me," Rose said softly. "I didn't mean for it to happen, but I'm not apologizing about it either."

"I'm not one to judge anybody," Mr. Lansing said. "When I think of the times long ago that I heard what was going on here, with that - husband of yours, and I sat home and did nothing?"

"You sound just like Kenny," Rose said, forcing a smile through the tears. "It wasn't your problem. It was mine. People out here don't meddle in other folks affairs."

"Still," Mr. Lansing said, rising once again and blowing his nose. "Anyway, judging my how happy my kid had been over the last year or so, I would say that you did right by him."

"A man," Rose said. "Kenny was a man, and I think we did right by each other. He was the kindest, gentlest and most thoughtful man I've ever met. He took a shell of a woman and made her feel alive for the first time. He was just so special."

"I know," Mr. Lansing said as he headed for the door, and Rose's heart broke even more as she saw the slumped shoulders of a man who had always stood so tall.

"What are we even doing over there?" Rose cried out in anger.

"I don't know." Mr. Lansing said, pausing in the doorway. "I thought I did at one time, but..."

Kenny's father shook his head as he stepped out onto the porch on his way back home. Rose got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen for a drink, and as she passed the window she saw Mr. Lansing walking across their yards to his house across the way, using the faint trail that Kenny had used so many times.

It was a path that would eventually fade in time until there would be no physical trace of the route that her young lover had blazed to see her. Whenever Rose would look out there though, and she often did, at least in her mind the path was still there, and so was the fresh-faced young man who, for all too brief a time, made her feel like a woman again.

***

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Rose Adventure



Rose saw the man around the ship. He winked at her when he caught her eye, and she was sure she turned bright red. A few days after their first encounter, he passed her on the deck and without warning, grabbed her arm and pulled her into a small storage area. He immediately began kissing her hungrily, grabbing her ass and pressing his body against hers. But he soon stopped, whispering in her ear "meet me here tonight." She stood in the shadows panting as he walked away.

As soon as it got dark, Rose went to the storage room. It was not totally enclosed, but was very dark and piled with things, it was an easy place to hide. She sat on a pile of thick rope and waited, becoming aroused with anticipation and with remembering their last encounter. 

Finally, she saw a shadow pass nearby, and then another. 2 men approached. First she saw her 'old friend' form the other day. Behind him was another man. She couldn't see him well in the semi-darkness. "I hope you don't mind if we do something a little different tonight." The first one said to her.

"Sure." Rose whispered, excited and curious. The men lit a few candles and told Rose to stay where she was, reclining on the pile of rope. The first man knelt down next to her and began kissing her slowly. She was immediately intoxicated by him- just as before. Then she felt the other man moving near her feet. Suddenly, he was kissing her too- on her clit! She gasped into the mouth she was kissing. The sensation of hot wet tongue seemed to be all over her body. She couldn't tell up from down.

She melted into the pleasure, running a hand through each man's hair, letting them taste every bit of her. The one she was kissing began taking her top off, while the lower man removed her skirt. She was naked in moments. She felt hands and mouths everywhere. Her skin burned with desire as the men explored her body. Sucking on her nipples and her clit. Thrusting a tongue into her mouth and her pussy. Nibbling on her earlobe and her inner thigh. 

Then the men both stood and stripped their clothes off. The one near her head let his large, rigid cock bounce out of his clothes right next to Rose's head. She took the hint and began sucking it. She enjoyed the taste and the feel of it in her mouth. Within moments, the man who had been kneeling at her feet was re-positioning himself. He placed his knees on either side of her and crouched above her, his penis resting on her lower stomach. While still sucking the cock of the one, she began stroking that of the other. She pressed it against her stomach, feeling the heat on her skin. 

Then she inched his lower, until she brought his cock to her dripping pussy. He took over, thrusting it inside of her. She sucked hard as she felt it fill her up. It was as if her whole body was trying to draw the pleasure out. She was moaning uncontrollably, unable to subdue the pleasure she was feeling. Just when she thought it would break, the men stopped, at exactly the same moment...and switched places! The temporary rest in action only increased the ensuing arousal. Finally, each man grabbed on of her breasts, squeezing as they came, one in her mouth, the other in her vagina.

Somehow, she had not reached her climax yet, and as the men slowed their rhythm, she felt panic well up inside her. How would she ever relive herself? 

They began to grab their clothes and prepare to leave her.

"Wait." She said, desperate, still sprawled over the rope pile. "Can either of you go again?" The first man shook his head, leaving the room silently. The second man, the one that was new to her looked down at his wilting penis. 

"What can you do to help me?" He asked with a smile. Rose spread her legs wide and inserted two fingers into her pussy. She began rubbing herself openly. He began to get hard again and approached her. 

"Different position." he said. Rose got up and he took her place, laying back on the rope, but partially sitting up. Rose mounted him, lowering herself onto his semi-rigid cock. She worked herself up and down slowly, he massaged her breasts, growing harder inside of her. She rubbed her clit against his shaft, as she pumped him in and out.

This time, he stayed hard and didn't come. She had as much time as she needed and all the control. He simply relaxed, playing with her breasts as he lay back and let her enjoy him. She finally reached a climax, and it seemed to her to last forever. As she shook and shivered, he released himself into her.



Rose and Darren



"Oh my..." that was all the text said. 

My heart raced for a moment, "Good?"

The phone buzzed again, "You did good. Real good. We're coming back."

"That was fast." My fingers were trembling with nerves.

"Yeah. The bar was crowded and he recommended we go to our home. I didn't disagree." That was surprising. It was her idea to meet at the bar a get to know the guy before bringing him back to our home.

Rose and I had met two guys before. Once we both met him at a bar, talked for about half an hour and decided to invitee him to our home. The other time she met him alone at the bar before taking him home. This time apparently she didn't even want to bother with going home and they were heading straight here. Pretty soon we'd probably just be inviting guys directly to our house. 

The phone buzzed again. This text read, "We'll be there in a few minutes."

I hadn't cleaned up as I expected I had a bit of time to do so. I rushed around and broke a light sweat. I quickly straightened up the bedroom and lit a few candles as well. Turned on a few lights on in the house so it wasn't so dark. I had just sat on the couch trying to look relaxed, watching when the door opened and in walked Rose and her friend, Darren. Truth was I was nervous and a kaleidoscope of butterflies was flying around inside me.

--

Earlier in the day I had arranged all of this while Rose was still sleeping. I had woken up early and decided to look on Craigslist and see if there were any available suitors. I weeded through the ads until I found our match. Black? Check! Well hung? Check! Aggressive, into cuckolding? Double check! I sent him an email detailing ourselves and to my surprise I received a quick reply. We shot a few more emails, moved to text messages and after about an hour of back and forth decided to meet later, pending Roses approval.

After Rose woke up I filled her in on the mornings events and asked her if she was into it. She said she was game and to let her soon to be suitor know that she was excited to meet him tonight.

We put the events behind us and moved on with our day. After getting ready we left the house for a bit of shopping and a late lunch. Soon we were back home to relax for the rest of the day.

It wasn't long before Rose told me she was going to get ready. I heard the bath water running and went back to watching TV. I thought it was kind of early for her to start getting ready, but I didn't think much of it.

It wasn't long before I heard her yell for me, "Honey, come here, I need your help."

I walked into the bathroom and Rose was soaking in her bubble bath with a right arm stretched out with a razor in it. 

"You know how much I love it when you shave my legs." she was beckoning me over with the razor. "Be a doll and shave my legs for me while I soak and relax."

I grabbed the razor and and lifted her right leg from the water and began to shave her leg. Making sure I got her nice and smooth before moving on to her other leg and repeating my task.

With those seductive eyes of hers she looked at me and moaned, "Mmm... thanks, babe, you're so good with that razor, I'm sure my new friend will appreciate your efforts later tonight."

"Is there anything else you need," I asked her "or do you want to be alone again?"

She dismissed me with a playful wave of her hand and teased me, "Take the oil on the way out. When I'm done in the bath I'd like you to give me a massage with the oil so I can be nice and smooth for later."

I grabbed the jasmine scented massage oil and put it on her nightstand. Since I knew I was going to be back in there I figured I might as well wait for her. I laid on my side of the bed to await for her arrival from the bath.

She walked out of the bathroom and let out a surprised gasp, "Oh! Good boy," she giggled "waiting there to rub me down. I like that." Rose continued walking over to the bed and laid on her stomach "Go ahead, don't be shy, rub my body down with the oil and make me nice and relaxed for my lover tonight."

I stood at her side on the edge of the bed and dripped oil up and down her naked body and worked my hands from her feet up, stopping at her butt to rub and kiss each cheek before finally moving up to her back and shoulders. She rolled over and I started all over again at her feet, lightly grazing her pussy on my way up and giving her tits a little extra attention.

"Your hands feel so good on me. I could let you do this all night." Rose was teasing me, "Too bad for you though, I really need to get ready for tonight. I still have to pick out what I'm going to wear for him tonight. Why don't you go take a seat in the living room and wait for me to finish up."

I went and sat in the living room and from there From the couch I could watch Rose get ready in the bathroom. It excited me to watch her fix her hair and make up knowing it was for another man. My stomach was tightening and my nerves were taking hold of me. I was still plenty excited for the activities we had planned for later.

A few minutes before it was time for her to leave, she called me into the bedroom. "I'm a little nervous," she pulled her dress up and sat on the edge of the bed, "I think you should lick me for a few minutes," Rose pulled her favorite leopard print panties to the side, "before I have to leave."

"Of course I will..." I trailed off not sure what else to say. I was too worried of saying something that might discourage her. On the other hand telling her how bad I wanted to fuck her might just encourage her to fuck me instead and forget about her date.

As I dove my tongue into her pussy I couldn't tell she was nervous. She was plenty wet. I licked for a few minutes. Running my tongue up and down her pussy, kissing and gently sucking her clit and darting my tongue inside her pussy. I even snuck a lick or two of her ass just for good measure. 

"Mmm... I'm feeling much better now." She pushed my head away and started to get up. "You know how to lick my pussy so well. Maybe I'll let you lick it later tonight after I'm done getting fucked."

With that she grabbed her coat and walked out the door on her way to meet her new black friend. 

--

As Rose and Darren walked in I stood up to greet them.

"Honey, this is Darren," Rose had her arm wrapped around his this black man's waist as they walked into the living room.

We shook hands and exchanged greetings.

"Your wife is uhh..." there was a hint of shyness in Darren's voice, "very beautiful, she's got a nice ass too." His hands weren't shy though. He was rubbing her ass with his left hand and his right hand was taking turns rubbing both of her breasts.

"Thanks," my voice cracked a little, "I'm glad you think so. She's a very beautiful woman."

They made the move to the couch, her arm on his shoulders and slightly facing him. Not a gap between them as they continued to fondle each other. They made small talk about past sexual experiences and likes and dislikes. I interjected her and there, but I was mostly a third wheel. She let out slight moans whenever he touched her breasts or teased her thighs.

"So, how about we go check out my bedroom," Rose suggested "we can get more comfortable in there."

"Yeah, let's do that." Darren didn't waste a moment in responding. "Do you guys have something to drink?"

Trying to make myself useful I jumped in and responded, "We have water, beer, whiskey, rum..."

"Yeah, can I get a rum and Coke?"

"Ummm..." I had to turn him down, "no Coke, is straight rum ok?"

"Oh..." he sounded dejected, "just water is fine."

Rose jumped in, "Honey, if Darren wants a rum and Coke, why don't you go grab some Coke from the store?" There was a devilish grin on her face. "It'll give us a chance to uh... get better acquainted without you around."

Darren chuckled "Heh, yeah," and grabbed Roses ass, "I like the sound of that. Go do what your wife says while her and I get to know each other better."

"Ok..." I was a little shocked, but I grabbed my keys and walked towards the front door while they got up walked towards our bed room.

I drove to the closest mini mart and grabbed a 2 liter of Coke, paid and drove home. As I arrived home I check my phone and in case Rose texted me with further random requests. I ended up waiting in the car for a few minutes before entering the house. 

As I entered the house I heard soft laughter, what sounded like slapping or spanking, and light moans. I went ahead and made us all drinks before heading to the bedroom to catch up on what I was missing. 

When I walked into our bedroom Darren was naked and sitting on a chair, while Rose had dressed down to only lingerie and was straddling Darren's left thigh while he rubbed her ass and lightly spanked it. Rose's left hand was wrapped around his cock, lightly stroking it. Thankfully I hadn't missed too much action. I set the drinks down on our dresser and say on the bed.

"Mmm..." Rose moaned, "he returns and with drinks!"

"Well of course I returned," my voice trembled a bit, "I couldn't miss out on all the excitement. I don't think I could've been any quicker."

"Well you made it back just in time. Your wife was just telling me how much she likes to suck dick and I think now would be a good time for her to show me." With that Darren put his hands on her waist and started to guide her to her knees.

"Mmmhmm..." apparently Rose didn't need much motivation, "I was just thinking the same thing." My wife was moved between his legs and rested on her knees as she took the head of his black cock into her mouth.

She sucked on the head and part of the shaft while she stroked him. Soon she was kissing up and down his shaft slowly working her way to his balls. Leaving a light kiss and gently sucking on of his balls. She continued stroke him as she traced her tongue all along his black cock. Both of them them were letting out alternating moans, almost as if they were talking to each other.

She ran her free hand up and down his chest while the continued kissing, sucking and licking his black penis. She was definitely enjoying his cock in her mouth.

I got off the bed and kneeled down beside her. I wanted to involve myself into the mix and figured she wouldn't mind if I rubbed her bottom while her mouth and hands were otherwise occupied.

Darren's hand was resting on Rose's head, holding her hair and coaxing her up and down his 8" shaft. Be had slouched down in the chair to get comfortable and allow better access to the full length of his cock to Rose.

"Hey, I didn't say you could join in," Darren chuckled "but since you're so eager to watch your wife suck my cock why don't you give her a kiss on the cheek."

I leaned forward and kissed her neck, slowly working my way toward her cheek. Moving a hand to her breasts.

My wife released an erotic moan and took her mouth off the black cock, "No, you don't get to kiss me. Not while I'm sucking his cock any ways. It's all mine and I don't want you getting in the way." With that Rose playfully pushed me away went back to giving her full attention to the black cock and balls in front of her.

Feeling a bit rejected I started to remove myself from the scene in front of me and stopped rubbing her as well.

A breathy response came from Rose, "Where are you going? I didn't tell you to stop. Rub me while I lick and kiss his cock all over."

"Yeah, listen to your woman, boy." Darren was laughing at me.

After a few more minutes of cock worship by my wife and my continued rubbing and massaging of her it was time for a change in positions. Darren asked Rose what her favorite position was and she mumbled with his cock still in her mouth "Mmm... doggy." As he got up from the chair he told her to go ahead and get up in the bed with her ass in the air for him. He looked at me and told me that it was time for her to take his chocolate dick and that I should enjoy having the pleasure of watching her take his dick.

"Go ahead," he motioned me to the chair, "pull your little cock out and jerk off in the same spot I was sitting while your wife was stuffing her mouth with my big black dick. Sit back, relax and enjoy the show."

He turned around and grabbed her waist to pull her closer to him. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the length of her moist vagina. Her pussy was opened and clearly ready to accept his black dick into her.

"Oh, yes, put it in me," Rose moaned and wiggled her hips, "I need you to fuck me, put that big cock in me..."

Darren slowly worked his cock into her. It didn't take long before he was all the way inside her. Holding her hips as he pushed his cock deep inside of her. Each thrust moved the bed and caused it to make the familiar creaking sound.

He looked at me and asked if I liked the sight in front me. If I liked watching his cock enter my Rose.

"Yes, I do..." my throat was dry and that was all I could muster.

How could I not? Here was this black adonis pumping his cock into my wife's white pussy, stretching her in every direction. Both of her arms were out stretched holding the sheets in her fists, while her face lay on the bed capturing her muffled moans. Meanwhile the room was filled with the sounds of their fucking. From the bed creaking, to Rose's moans and Darren's grunts and taunts to the sounds of their bodies slapping together. The soundtrack to their fucking was almost as hot as watching them.

"Of course you do." Any shyness he had was gone and now he was getting cocky, "She loves my cock in her too. Look how taking it all. Her pussy is soaking my cock in her juices. Tell your husband that you like my black cock inside you"

"Mmm... hmm..." she was trying to talking in-between moans "it feels so uhh... good inside uhh... of me...."

For the next 10 minutes or so the sounds of their fucking filled the bedroom. The swapped positions in the bed from doggy style to, missionary with him on top to missionary with her on top. In each position Rose managed to have at least one orgasm, while Darren managed to continue thrusting without interruption, only stopped when they traded positions. I began to wonder what would make this stallion cum. I would've cum once, probably twice by now, but he didn't show any sign of stopping.

Darren slowed his fucking and spoke to me, "Come here and lay next to your wife, and put your head on the edge of the bed."

I did as instructed and as I was settling in Darren flipped Rose on top of me into doggy style position.

"Oh!" I was surprised at the turn of events as I without hesitation or direction I started to lick Roses's clit.

"Ha! Look at that, he's an eager pussy licker," Darren sounded shocked at how much I liked to lick pussy.

Rose started gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy over my mouth. "Yeah, he loves my pussy." Rose laughed, "He's a good boy and always worships my pussy whenever I tell him to. I bet he's just loving it right now though since it's a wet and well fucked pussy tonight".

She's right I was.

Darren had moved up to the head of the bed and Rose guided his cock into her mouth and started licking and sucking it all over or so I assumed from the sounds she was making with her mouth. The only thing I could see was Roses pussy that I was lost in. 

"Go for it, I bet he'll like it," was all I heard from Rose.

I felt Darren move off the bed and I felt something over my head, when I opened my eyes I saw Darren gliding his black monster right into Rose's pussy. She didn't struggle like she did at the start of the evening and it didn't take long for him to reach his fucking pace. I continued licking Rose's clit even as every few strokes Darren's balls would hit me.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum again!" Rose was screaming as I sucked her clit and Darren continued pounding her.

"Come on me, come on my dick," words of encouragement from the man fucking my wife, "come on me while your husband eats your pussy."

"Fuuuck, meee..." Rose's moans became almost guttural, "fuck, fuck fuuuck... don't stop, I'm cumming." Rose came and came hard. She was slamming her pussy against Darren harder than she had all night. As her orgasm subsided she pulled off Darren's cock and rolled off me. Her thighs were quivering and her breathing was rapid.

"Heh," Darren was proud of himself, "that's a sight of a well fucked woman."

I nodded in agreement, "Yeah..." was all my voice could crack out. The woman laying in the middle of the bed with her thighs clenched together and trying to catch her breath had indeed been well fucked. There wasn't any room for doubt.

After my wife regained her composure she started to get up and told Darren that she wanted him to cum. She pointed to the chair in the corner and told Darren to take a seat for a well deserved rest, while we both rolled off the bed and stood up.

As Rose brushed past me I asked her, "Where do you want him to cum?" We'd talked before about where her preference for he lovers to cum and we had agreed that she wasn't going to swallow their cum. It wasn't like we had a big hang up on it, but it seemed like that was more intimate so we agreed to save it for us.

As Rose brushed past me she was looking directly at Darren's cock and quietly said, "Wherever he wants..." Her voice trailed off. She sounded lost. She probably was. A lot had transpired this evening. I don't think either of us were expecting the evening that had occurred so far. I know for a fact that we weren't expecting her to get the fucking of a lifetime tonight.

Rose sat on her kneed in front of her black lover. He was leaning back, stroking his cock and she took the head of his cock into her mouth. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the scene unfold.

For a few minutes it was just them. Her hands were running all over his body. Up and down his chest. Over his ass and thighs. Gently massaging his balls with one hand while using the other hand to rub him all over. I could tell she was enjoying exploring his body with her hands.

Darren stood up and removed his cock from Rose's mouth. The pace of him stroking his cock was quickening. He was getting ready to cum.

"Mmm... come on, I want it" Rose opened her mouth and waited for Darren. She was ready to take his cum wherever he wanted to put it.

"Ugh... fuck.. oh... yeah, baby..." and with that strands of cum were shooting from Darren's cock onto my wife's face and tits, covering her body. This was the first time I had witnessed Rose bring another man to completion like this.

She leaned forward and sucked any remains out of his cock.

Without missing a beat I got onto the ground and started licking Darren's cum off of Rose. I started with her tits licking and swallowing each drop.

"Oh! Look at him," Darren was shocked, "he's kinky." He asked for a towel and Rose said there were some in the bathroom and he walked in there to clean up.

Rose and I were left in the bedroom. Her partially covered in his cum and me on my knees in front of her licking and swallowing every drop I could find.

This was the first time I had tasted another man's cum. Rose and I had talked about it before and she always said I wouldn't have the courage to do it. I hadn't planned on it, but after everything that had happened I felt like I needed my own breakthrough moment.

Rose grabbed me and brought me up to kiss her, "You're a naughty boy..." 

I am. I gently licked her black lovers cum off her face and we shared it in our kisses. Our tongues twisting in each others mouths swapping his cum back and forth.

"I'm ready to cum, can I?" Was I really asking my wife for permission to cum after this evening?

"Mmm... please do..." Rose grabbed her tits to show me where she wanted it.

It took me of all probably 10 seconds before I was coating her in my cum as well. We kissed again and she wiped my cum off.

With that we both thanked Darren and sent him on his way. We both retreated back into the bedroom. Even though were both had cum, we were still horny and lost in lust. We spent the next hour fucking and sucking each other. I had an orgasm almost as soon as I put my cock into her pussy and fingered and licked her to a few more orgasms of her own. She even teased me about how good he felt and how she can't wait for him to come back.



Rose and Her Father



Note: The following story is not meant to condemn nor condone Incest but to simply explore sexual arousal from such acts. All characters are of legal ages and completely fictional.

*

Rose was 21 with a perfectly curved body giant tits perfect ass gorgeous hair and beautiful chestnut colored eyes. She was of Indian descent and had the characteristics associated with the ethnic group. Rose was adopted after her parents' mysterious death and her father was more Caucasian in appearance, he was tall compared to her average height with muscles and all with she always found herself staring and aroused by his body but did not make any move even as she got older.

One night it was during the summer in their house in Maine she had been out drinking with friends and wobbled in through the door shitfaced, her father's image popped into her mind, since he was really the only family she knew she felt close and trusting to him but had never thought about him this way before she felt wet just at the thought of him. 

Dad: Rose why are you home so late?

Rose: drinking I'm fine don't worry.

Dad: alright alright you know I just worry a little bit.

Rose: Im just gonna sleep on the couch out here I can't climb the stairs.

Dad: Alright good night.

In the mourning she felt the biggest shock of her life when she woke up buck naked in her father's bed with him on top of her! "Had he taken me up and fucked me in my sleep? Holy Shit!"

He woke up to find that she woke up. He felt so ashamed that before she even opened her mouth he fell apart and started crying on her. Dad: Im sorry honey your just so fucking hot I couldn't take it anymore Im just a stupid retard pervert!

She started rubbing his head Rose: it's okay dad ill forgive you to be honest there's been many times where I have been tempted to do the thing to you.

Dad: Really?

Rose: Shit yes I mean look it you you're in your like fifties and still look hotter than most other guys I've seen.

At this point he took his clothes off and took right to eating her pussy. Rose: oh yeah daddy right there.

He kept going faster until she had to cum on his face. To return the favor she started sucking his cock he immediately began to moan. Dad: Oh yeahhh Rosy baby yeahhhh take that cock.

This motivated her to go faster and faster until she took it all the way down to his ball and gave deep throat. Soon he shot sperm down her throat and she swallowed it and spit out his dick.

She became so aroused when she finished she pushed him down off guard and rode his cock in a cowgirl position. 

Rose: OH GOD! DADDY I LOVE YOUR COCK!! AW FUCK, SHIT!!!

Rose rode her father's cock like she was on a pogo stick until she cam and collapsed.

Her father sat up and began sucking on her nipples to get her going. Once she was more focused aware he got on top of her ready to go again and she wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her cunt.

She began to scream as he pumped in and out faster and harder. Dad: Yeah baby you like that cock? He whispered, Rose simply responded with several grunts.

A few minutes he blurted out "I've got to cum" two seconds later he pulled out and exploded and all over sexy body.

They both collapsed huffing and puffing all the energy drained, Rose and her father together both said "awesome."

Later that night they were on the couch in the living room watching the tape of Rose being fucked by her father in her sleep because he said that he had filmed it. As she watched the tape some of the feelings from that night came back to her from memory, soon her lust overcame her and she reached down her jeans to masturbate. Her father turned and noticed, so he reached down pulled her hand out and started fingering her pussy this sudden surprise sent her quickly to an orgasm.

Dad: Yeah you like daddy to play with your clit bitch?

Rose: yeahh, fuck yeah.

He got up took her pants off for a better view and began to also finger her ass at the same time.

This extra arousal pushed her to another orgasm. She became so hot she pulled him up to her bedroom took the rest of her clothes off and pleaded for him to fuck her "doggy style."

He happily agreed and hurriedly shed his clothes and stuck his cock in her ass.

As he pumped his cock more she started screaming.

Rose: YEAH DADDY FUCK MY ASS! YES MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!!

He cam in her ass and as he pulled out they deliberately fell to the floor and assumed the position of 69.

The Multiple orgasms expressed then and previously gave them both a sense of relief to be released of the temptation withheld for so long toward the other.



Rose and Her Harem Life



This is the third part of my story about Rose the cowgirl. Obviously I would prefer that you read the first two parts before you read this part.




After the seven hour orgy the harem girls started to settle down. Rose was still completely soaked in a mix of pussy slime, sweat and breast milk from the orgy. Rose was lying on her back in the midst of all the harem girls with her huge and surprisingly firm tits standing up like mountains. The harem girls started to cuddle up to Rose in a snug and cozy manner. The girls talked to each other for a while about Rose and how sexy she is and what great sex they had with her. They talked over Rose, like adults talk over children. They giggled when she tried to approve of their comments with soft cute "mooos". They all knew that she was just a cow girl and could not join in the conversation. Rose was physically much larger than the other girls but mentally smaller. It was obvious that the harem girls had all fallen madly in love with Rose because of her divine beauty and sex appeal. They all stared at her; they looked into her big eyes or stared at her amazing curves. After a short break the orgy continued. Without saying anything one girl just leaned forward and took Rose´s left nipple into her mouth and began to suck. That action inspired another girl to do the same to her right nipple. So the two beautiful busty girls began to nurse from Rose´s huge tits. Rose gave milk easy; the nursing girls just had to apply gentle suction. Rose felt the tug on her nipples in their mouths and felt her milk spray into them. 

While the two girls kept nursing, another girl gently sat down on Rose´s face, pushing her cunt against Rose´s mouth. All that Rose could now smell and see was this woman's vagina. Realizing that this woman wanted oral sex, Rose started to lick pussy. Rose soon pushed her long, soft and smooth cowgirl tongue into the pussy of the girl who began to buck her hips in response. The girl came after only a minute of riding Rose´s tongue like a dildo. As this went on more and more girls joined in. Rose felt hands caressing every part of her body. Rose felt an anonymous stiff tongue enter her vagina. Someone's fingers also invaded Roses asshole. This orgy or gang rape didn't last as long as the first but was equally intense. The harem girls would have kept this up forever if they had the energy. After many kisses and loving hugs the girls finally fell asleep together. Rose drifted off into sleep slightly frustrated because even though she made many girls reach orgasm, she did not cum herself. 

Rose woke up a few hours later because she was thirsty, horny and hungry. It was kind of dark in the room, but Rose could still see. The air still smelled of sweet sex and it was hot and sweaty in that pile of sleeping bodies. Rose managed to stand up without waking up any off the girls. Rose carefully stepped over sleeping girls as she walked towards a table in the corner of the room. She walked in her natural way, the way she had been designed to walk. She always walked with her shoulders back and her pelvis rolled forward. She took long steps, putting down her foot directly in front of her other foot as if she was walking on a tightrope. Her booty and her gigantic tits swayed in an alluring manner with each step from her long legs. She could hardly see in the gloom but it looked like there was food and water on the table. She was right; a great feast was laid out on the table. Rose started to eat and drink and it was all delicious, she didn't know what she was eating but it was real people food! Much better than the cowgirl feed that she was used to eating. As she gorged herself in a manner that was not very lady like she decided that this harem was her new favorite place. She placed her gigantic tits on the table as she bent over the table to get closer to the food. The table then helped her carry the massive weight of her giant boobs. Rose was always a bit nervous at night because she was afraid of the dark.

As Rose was bent over the table, stuffing her face with both hands like the animal she was, she felt someone gently hugging her from behind. Rose was surprised and froze up. The voice of a young woman named Sophia whispered gently "guess who". Sophia started to plant kisses along Roses back, down towards her big butt; this had a relaxing effect on the cowgirl. Rose could then feel Sophia's breath on her naked ass cheeks. When Sophia got down to roses ass and vagina, the scent of Rose hit her like a sledgehammer. Sophia could smell that Rose had a strong scent coming from her vagina and ass, the scent was genetically engineered to be very powerful and alluring. The scent of Roses anus was particularly enthralling and irresistible to Sophia. It smelled of ripe fruit, honey, raw sex and something else that it impossible to describe. Rose arched her back and raised her tail up. Rose heard Sophia whisper to her. She turned her cow ears backward to hear the girl better. "Your asshole is so pretty and it smells sooo nice" said the girl and Rose now recognized her voice. It was the pretty young dominant girl who had given her the bath and dressed her earlier. Sophia had not felt her scent the day before, because when Rose came to her she was so dirty from living on the milk-plant mega farm. "Just relax, it's just me" said Sophia as she started to lick ass. Sophia just had to taste that ass to see if it tasted as good as it smelled. Rose felt the girl's soft tongue gently lick her anus and Rose did start to relax. Rose spread her legs apart slightly. The gentle licks started to soften up Rose and made her anus looser. Sophia then pushed her tongue inside Roses ass and started to "make out" with her ass. The taste was now all over the young girls tongue ant it tasted even better then it smelled. 

Rose responded to this by reaching back and with one arm to press Sophia's pretty face gently into her bottom. Rose also started to finger herself with her other hand. That tongue in her ass felt extremely good so Rose just had to masturbate to amplify the sensation. This was possible because the table supported her giant tits. Her massive tits spilled out over the table like soft dough. If it were not for the table, Rose would fall forward. After about a minute of ass licking Rose became so excited that she started to lactate from her beach-ball sized tits. Growing puddles of milk formed under her breasts. And so the girl drilled Roses's lovely pink asshole with her tongue as Rose fingered herself. At the same time Sophia was also masturbating. As it happened they both came at the same time.

"Moooo!" Rose finally bellowed as she felt the sensations of orgasm run through her, the tongue in her ass adding immeasurably to the masturbation. Rose just loved having that beautiful ass of hers licked and eaten. To have a woman's tongue deep in her asshole at the moment of orgasm was a wonderful new experience for Rose. 

Sophia reluctantly pulled her tongue out of Roses asshole and gave it one last gentle lick and a kiss. Sophia could not believe what she had just done, jet her mouth was full of the taste that proved it. Normally she was sexually dominant; she would never do something so submissive as to lick ass. That big ass just looked so good and smelled so nice that Sophia just couldn't resist it. Ever since her passionate meeting with Rose the day before, she could not stop thinking about the cowgirl. Maybe it was love she was feeling towards Rose. In that moment Sophia felt that if she could spend the rest of her life licking Roses pussy and ass, then that would be her personal paradise.

After that Sophia explained that she had to leave before morning. Sophia was not allowed in the harem and could get in trouble if she got caught. She told Rose that she would try to meet with her as much as she could in secrete. After telling Rose all that Sophia snuck out of the harem like a thief in the night. Rose stood up strait and yawned; she was still a bit tired. She found a free spot on the floor and slept there.

Rose woke up the next morning because she felt hands all over her. The harem girls had awoken before her and they could not resist the urge to touch Rose. One of the harem girls who seemed to be some sort of leader spoke to Rose. "Get up and get ready, you have been given the honor of waking up our master".

The Master was General Blossom, the commander of the imperial armed forces and one of the richest men on the planet. The general was the right hand man of Emperor Peter himself. Much like the emperor General Blossom had turned himself into a superman to improve himself in every conceivable way. He was fast, strong and smart. His body was bio enhanced to be superior and impervious to harm. He looked more like a Greek god, with the body of a young muscular man, despite the fact that he was actually really old. The general had also bio-improved his massive penis, he had always been well hung and he had also enhanced his genitalia with drugs. He spent all his free time in his harem so he needed his penis to be a superior specimen. He only slept for one night every week and he liked to get a blowjob in the morning after that night to wake him up. Every week a new girl was given the honor to do this. It was an honor because it meant that the selected girl was the general's favorite. And so now it was Roses turn.

Rose was led by the harem girls to a great luxurious bedroom with a massive bed. The general was sleeping naked on his back with his legs quite far apart. He was not covered by any comforter or blanket. The girls giggled as they gently shoved Rose onward towards the large bed. The girls whispered to Rose "Go on, suck his dick." Rose had no problem obeying that order because she was a huge slut and loved cock sucking and cum eating, her brain was engineered to love it. To call Rose a slut is really unfair in a way, because it implies that Rose had fallen from grace to become a debauched woman. Rose never became a sex crazy slut, she was born that way.

As she moved in between his legs she saw his huge penis and gasped. It was as large as a big cucumber even then, in its flaccid state. His balls were the size of grapefruits. Rose felt a lustful, animal like need to touch it. She took the soft, smooth cock in her hand and gently pulled back the foreskin to reveal the large mushroom shaped head. Her touch dragged the general out of his dreams and he opened his eyes. The penis soon started to react to her touch by becoming semi-erect. The general remembered that today he was going to get his dick sucked by a cowgirl who just might be the sexiest creature in the galaxy. Rose felt like she had to smell the head of the huge penis and as she sniffed it the scent of sex filled her nose. After smelling it she had to taste it. As she started to lick the head, the penis got harder as it became fully erect and doubled in size. Rose had to shift position so that she was now on her keens between the generals legs. She did this so that she could keep sucking the huge cock without bending it down. In this position the cock had to slide in between her massive tits. Rose had not intended to titty-fuck him, her tits was just so big that the blowjob turned into a titty-fuck/blowjob. 

Rose used her hands to press her tits tightly together as she moved her body up and down. In this way she could stroke his cock with her soft tits as she also kept the head of the giant penis going in and out of her mouth. At that point the general was completely awake. He spread his legs a bit more and muttered "Suck my dick bitch". Rose was amazed that the General lasted as long as he did. Normally guys would cum really fast during sex with Rose. Rose now had eye contact with the general as his dick was between her tits and in her mouth. The general stared into her big anime-like eyes as Rose slobbered all over the head of his dick.

As he got closer and closer to orgasm, the general started to caress her breasts. Her soft smooth tit flesh felt like dough in his hands. He shifted his gaze from her dreamy eyes to her amazing tits. He kept his hands on her boobs as he gently bucked his hips. He gave her nipples a tweak and a pinch that made her spray some milk, before finally bringing his hands together on her head to grab her horns at their base.

The general now had two hands stabilizing her head by her cow horns, and he knew he was seconds away from shooting his wad into her sucking mouth. He pushed down on her head, forcing his dick to stay inside her mouth. He bucked his hips while trying to hold her head in place. He fucked her tits and her mouth at the same time while he started to pant heavily.

"Oh yes, I'm cumming, drink it you cow!" exclaimed the General

The general started to cum like a stallion, but Rose was ready for it. She closed her moth over his dick. Rose felt her whole mouth fill up with cum instantly so she quickly swallowed. Right after her huge gulp of seed his penis gave her another mouthful of sperm. Rose swallowed again only to feel another blast of thick cum hit the back of her throat. The general pumped cum into Rose and she swallowed it all without spilling. It was a massive load. After his orgasm was over, Rose kept the last mouthful of cum in her mouth to properly taste it before she swallowed. Rose moaned as she tasted and swallowed the last salty mouthful of warm cum. 

"That takes care of your breakfast, now I shall have my breakfast!" Said the general as he took Rose by her arms and dragged her forward over his body so that she was on top of him. He instructed her to stand on all fours so that her huge tits would hang down over his face. Even though she had her arms strait and her back ached, her giant tits could not hang free. They were just too big for that. Being the size of large beach balls, her boobs spilled out over the bed and covered the general's face. The general found a nipple and began to suck. At the same time he grabbed her ass and guided his rock hard cock into her vagina. 

"Moooh, Moooh!" The excitement had rose bellowing. Being milked was Roses favorite thing, getting fucked was her second most favorite thing. Putting the two together was pure bliss. Rose moved her hips up and down. She was now a cowgirl riding dick cowgirl style! The general had just had an orgasm so he would last longer this time. He kept drinking milk directly from Roses nipple and kept thrusting his hips up and down as he fucked her. He sucked on her nipple until his mouth was full, then he swallowed. The General moaned loudly, but the sound was muffled by Roses tit flesh. The thick warm milk he was drinking tasted wonderful, and his dick was in the best place it had ever been in. Rose´s vagina was special; it was like a bioengineered cock sleeve designed to maximize pleasure for men. It had the ability to suck, squeeze and massage the invading penis in a way that normal women can't do. 

The general kept sliding his giant rigid dick up and down within her snug pussy. Rose was riding him with her eyes rolled back and her mouth open. Rose could not contain her pleasure so she panted and let her cow bellowing escape her lips. "Moooh, Moooh!" Rose was really enjoying herself, with every thrust she felt the head of his dick pound her womb. His penis reached amazingly deep into her. The general's huge cock was sliding roughly in and out of Rose´s, slippery, slurping and sucking love-tunnel. Rose came again and again. Each time she came Rose would bellow "mooh!" and her pussy would flutter and quiver. Soon the general was full and could not drink anymore of her milk. After all Roses breast milk was thick like pancake batter. He pushed her up into a leaned back sitting position so that he could watch and caress her tits while he kept fucking her. His eyes and hands explored her huge breasts, feeling them, grabbing them and pulling her nipples. With every thrust Rose´s tits would giggle and bounce. Rose loved to have her boobs manhandled. When he squeezed her puffy nipples she gave him a lovely shower of milk. For about an hour he did this to Rose. Her giant tits sprayed thick milk all over the general, and painted him white as well as most of the bed. Rose came five times before the general needed to spew cum again. 

This time his thick cum got shot straight up her pussy, filling up her womb. Blast after blast of cum spewed into her welcoming vagina. The general shrived in trance as he pumped cum into Rose. It was the best orgasm he had ever had. Rose loved the feeling of getting filled up with cum, and she was also happy that she had made him cum again. She looked down on him with a pleased smile on her face as her pussy greedily accepted all his sperm.



Rose & Keane



Rose woke with the scent of Keane Piers in her lungs, and the memory of an erotic dream clouding her mind. Her lips nibbled at the soft hair with a tip of her head, and her hands lazily caressed hot, male muscles that slowly shifted and flexed. A moan bubbled up in her throat as the mouth playing with her breasts nipped and sucked at her nipples, then rubbed the faint raspiness of morning stubble over her nipples, making her gasp and moan. When he had tormented her long enough with that, he scattered slow, savoring kisses down across her ribs, along the side of her stomach, and onto the sensitive skin around the junction of her hip.

Choking as he licked the tender seam, she twitched reflexively away, onto her back. That was too much, way too much for someone with his effect on her to touch—she had almost orgasmed, just from the tip of his tongue! Her protectively upraised knee splayed out to her side in the next moment, as a callused hand slid up the tender skin of her thigh, allowing those inquisitive fingertips access to her incredibly wet core. She heard his sharp intake of breath at finding out just how wet she was; then again, she wasn't breathing that steadily, either. Especially not after he made up his mind in the next minute, and burrowed one finger deep into her body, making her arch her body into his touch, a keen entirely unlike her tears from the previous night escaping her throat.

"God, you're tight," he murmured, working his finger slowly in and out of her, simulating what she really, really wanted him to do with another, larger part of his body.

"It's been…four years. Plus a little," Rose managed to pant, squirming under his slow, deliberate assault. He was still leaning over her hips. She held out her hands to him, "Come up here. I want to kiss you."

"In a moment." Withdrawing his finger, which made her whimper in disappointment, he tasted the dew slicking his digit, first an experimental lick, then the whole thing. The sound that escaped from his throat let her know he liked it, so she wasn't at all surprised when he readjusted his position between her legs, shoving the covers completely down and out of his way. Bracing himself on elbows planted between her thighs, nudging them wide enough to accommodate his shoulders, Keane lowered his head to within an inch of her feminine center and held himself there, inhaling her scent. Anticipation made her tremble, until he closed the final gap. That made her breath hitch, as anticipation was fulfilled.

He nuzzled her, nudging open her folds, and tasted her again with a slow, leisurely lick. And another A moan escaped her every time he did that. He picked up his pace, nipping and nibbling, licking and suckling, pushing her up to the edge of pleasure with his skill and enthusiasm. It was an intensity of feelings she hadn't ever felt before, and it left her a whimpering, writhing wreck. Then he did her in, reaching up over the top of her thigh to tickle, ever so lightly, the crease between belly and thigh. Her climax exploded through her, arching her body rigidly with unbelievable pleasure, then shaking it with aftershocks as he kept at his first task, enjoying the fruits of his labor.

When he kept brushing that sensitive crease every once in a while, making her shudder, keeping her on the edge of an extended orgasm, Rose grabbed him by the hair. He finally left her alone with a grimace, crawling up the length of her trembling body. "You wanted something?"

"You." Releasing her fistful of dark locks, she cupped his head, bringing hers up to meet him. Their kiss was flavored with her passion. Rose thought it went well with the taste of him. Her other hand, she dragged down his chest, going from a firm touch to a light, tickling one by the time she reached his navel. He sucked in a sharp breath, catching her hand before it could reach its goal.

"Are you… Is it alright? Are you prepared?"

Rose didn't know what he was talking about. She glanced down between their bodies, illuminated by the soft light of morning filtering through the hotel curtains. His masculinity wasn't short or long, kind of average in length, but it was thick. The sight of it, rampant and ready, made her shiver in anticipation. The only thought in her head was, if he could make her orgasm with his mouth, then she couldn't wait to feel what he could to do her with *that*. "Go for it."

Sighing, he settled down against her. Flesh met flesh as his chest and stomach met her breasts and belly. Putting most of his weight on one elbow, he freed his hand to adjust himself against her. Or rather, to play the head of his manhood against the folds of her womanhood as he gave her another kiss. Rose groaned in pleasure against his lips, caressing his back and sides, tickling little ridges of skin that crossed his back. His breath caught and he twitched forward, letting her know he, too, had sensitive areas. He retaliated by brushing his thumb against her thigh crease, and when she gasped, ambushed by another orgasmic aftershock, he pushed into her. Her breath caught again, this time from the pain of being stretched, and her fingers clenched on his back. He kissed her, soothing her hair with his right hand. Easing back out a little, he worked himself in another inch. Steady, slow rocking, and within a minute, he was buried as deep as flesh could be joined.

Keane braced his weight on his elbows, looking down at her. "Four years, you said?"

"More or less."

"Not the ex-fiancé, I hope?" he asked her as they stayed locked together, giving her time to adjust to his thickness.

"No, that was six years ago. The last one was a friend," Rose admitted. For once, there wasn't enough room in her head to acknowledge the added-on thought that he was now long since dead, too, along with her jerk of a fiancé. Keane was just too damned distracting. Thankfully.

Keane quirked a brow, then grinned down at her. "So, this is your definition of friendship."

"Nope. This is friendship with the special options package," Rose quipped, and tapped him lightly on the chest. "You've been upgraded."

Laughing, he dipped down and kissed her, though it wasn't easy to do when she was giggling, too. So he gave up and nuzzled her neck and shoulders fiercely with little beast-like growls, tickling her with his hair and his lips and his fingers, making her shriek with laughter. She tried retaliating, tensing up from head to toe with laughter. He stopped suddenly, the growl in his throat vibrating for real as a groan. Rose relaxed, curious, then realized what had set him off. Experimentally, she tightened her inner muscles again, and only those muscles. A ragged grunt of pleasure escaped him, so she did it again. The last traces of laughter vanished from his face, wiped away by an intensity that could have been frightening, if she hadn't trusted him completely.

And she did trust him completely right now, Rose thought with wonder. Before she could think anything more, he withdrew almost all the way, then thrust back into the shelter of her body. Sheathing his stone-hard sword. The moment she thought of that bit of imagery, Rose giggled. Both of his brows rose at that.

"You find this funny?"

"I just found out why you call your mercenary company the 'stone swords'," she explained, still chuckling. If she had to be stuck on an alien planet filled with medieval enthusiasts, at least she could find something funny in her situation...as well as arousing.

A grin blossomed on his face. "Then allow me to sheathe myself, milady," Keane stated gallantly, slowly matching action to word. "Over, and over, and over…"

Each time, he angled his entrance slightly, just a little different from the one before. One hand reached down and encouraged her thigh up over his hip, which provided a new set of sensations. One of the angles he tried made her jump as he brushed up against…something inside of her. He did it again and Rose gasped, head arching back into the soft mattress, body tensing around him. 

{Oh, god, that has to be my g-spot—I didn't think I had one!} Rose could barely believe it--and all this time, she'd thought the thing was a stupid myth!

This was no myth. Every time he thrust against it, she spasmed with pleasure. With her body tightening up against his at each stroke, his own enthusiasm increased, until she hitched her other leg up over his hip, using her muscles to encourage him as she dragged his mouth back to hers for a lingering, grateful kiss. Bracing himself over her, he thrust harder, faster, better, until just as she started shuddering into her climax, he shifted his weight and deliberately flicked his fingertip from hip to hip as he thrust unrelentingly against her g-spot.

Rose screamed with pleasure, everything on her arching body tightening to the point where she felt like it would snap. It dragged a groan out of Keane before he dropped and bit lightly but very possessively at the base of her throat, adding unbelievably to the passion she was experiencing. Grunting, he thrust raggedly, with little of the skill from before as he, too, exploded in pleasure.

When he did, Rose felt the results of his climax, each pulse a distinct liquid warmth drenching her insides. Shock almost robbed her of pleasure, but her orgasm was too intense to be denied. It swept through her, drowning thoughts of responsibility. And there was something undeniably erotic about having unprotected sex, of knowing that this time, it was being done the way it was intended to be done, for procreation as well as pleasure.

Her body certainly knew what to do as they came down from the pinnacle; her inner muscles twitched and contracted rhythmically, involuntarily, milking his flesh into hers as he collapsed on her, his weight barely braced on his elbows just enough to allow her to breathe. Every time her flesh contracted, he grunted and thrust slightly in an aftershock of his own, which only encouraged her tremors.

Finally, the cycle died down, leaving them limp, sated. Hungry for more. Finally, here was a reason for Rose to like being exiled on this backwater world.