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Screwed

By: jaybee



There are just a few things to keep in mind when talking to Dad about money - dress short, reveal lot. And when you are down on your finances, desperate to keep your apartment and your appearances, you don't think much of the propriety of acting sultry with your father. Especially when your mother isn't of much help.

Then again, I guess I deserved it. I walked out of my home when I was just seventeen, moved in with a boyfriend, and shut off my parents for an entire month. The relationship cooled off, to the extent that it was just a formality to call once in a week. The jerk I was with ran into the law a few months later, and I was alone. Having picked up a few pointers back in Mechanics Workshop back in High School, I survived as an apprentice to a slob of a mechanic who had a pathetic little roof somewhere along the highway. Still, I shouldn't complain - at least, it paid for the rent.

With time, my skill improved, and a mechanic with a shop nearer the center of the city hired me. It was tough at first, but I learnt to work as the only female in a male-dominated workplace. A couple of guys got to the third base with me, including the manager, but these were hardly soulmates; I was able to get a raise when I threatened the manager I would squeal to his wife. I wasn't the next Miss Universe or anything, but folks have complimented that I have the boobs and the butt to stand a chance. Being a dropout meant that was the only major qualification after my name.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't a whore or a street-slut. I chose my - ahem - boyfriends carefully, and dropped those without cash AND looks. Unfortunately, the new manager who took over the shop didn't think I was a good enough mechanic, and I am a good mechanic, and hence, I found myself without a job at the end of the month. Some of my colleagues had tried to speak up for me, but the guy's mind was made up... not even a strip show could change his mind!

I managed the first couple of months very well, drawing upon what little savings I had and relying upon compassionate bf's to top it up from time to time, but without work, it soon touched the Danger mark. I had to swallow my pride - there was nothing else to do but approach my parents.

Let me describe them to you. Mom is really short, stodgy, but has that air that she is the Queen of England. She was a corporate lawyer, used to bargaining for anything and everything, and this habit was carried into the house. She would assign a lot of chores for me, promise an amount, then, after all the work was done, bargain with me to lower my allowance! What she didn't know was that Dad would pay the rest under the table, keeping my allowance intact! All he demanded in return was a daughterly peck on his cheeks.

Then things changed. I grew up, started to fill out my clothes rather nicely, and Dad started to take some unfatherly interest. His attitude towards me changed; he wanted me to kiss him on his lips more often. I should admit that Daddy was the first guy I kissed, and believe me, I would have done it for free. If he was paying a couple of dollars extra, that was just because he was happy, wasn't it?

Nothing really developed until we reestablished contact after I had moved out. Dad was the only one who visited, that too rarely, but Mom just refused to be seen in my 'junkyard' - that was her name for my place. Dad would sneak me some money, some old clothes, and a little of canned food, things that seem thoughtful, but he was more than rewarded by my allowing him to feel me up when he embraced. And although he never actually said it, I knew that the more daring a dress I wore when he came, the more he paid.

It was a valuable lesson that I learnt from Dad - that I could use my sexuality to earn... 

It was a mile-long walk to the house from the bus-stop, and by the time I walked up the long, familiar driveway, I was soaked in sweat. It was hardly the image to present myself in, but I hoped that the clinging top that I had on, with its plunging neckline, would distract my father from the mess that was my face. And with the sweat dampening my shorts, I was finding it increasingly harder to walk without spreading my legs. The back of the shorts cut into my ass rather painfully, and the tight top over my braless breasts was starting to make the latter throb.

Mom wasn't home, I had called to make sure. She was out at a business meeting. That was good - even though she never commented on how improper my attire on the previous house-calls had been, I knew she was just biting back a stinging remark, maybe even call me a 'Dirty bitch,' for being so shameless in front of my own father. It was just typical of Mom - back when she had been trying to make partner in her firm, she would wear miniskirts slitted to the waist and blouses with at least three buttons undone. Of course no one ever told her how that looked on a stout woman, so she always considered herself sexy.

"Hello, Daddy," I greeted as I saw him swimming in the pool. He was a hunk, definitely at the prime of his life. A couple of years younger than Mom, under 40, and with an easygoing retirement along, he was in great shape. A shape that was accentuated by the fact that he was having a bikini brief, obviously to impress upon me that he was still young. He climbed out of the water, flashed me that mischievous grin of his, and with the water still dripping from his fine body, came over and gave me a hug.

He hadn't changed at all. I could feel his hands roving all over my body, patting my ass, pressing against the side of my breasts... ever since I had crossed eighteen, he had just grown bolder every time we met. "Let go," I protested, playfully punching him on his back, "You are getting me all wet!"

Oops!

Dad grinned at my faux pas. To a man like him, this was a golden opening. But I had been here before; I didn't panic. "Look at my top," I continued, ignoring his dirty grin. "It's drenched."

"You look like you could use a drenching yourself, honey," my father replied, his hands clutching my stomach just below the swell of my tits. A thumb pressed against the mound, and I stiffened involuntarily at the touch of his hand just a fabric's width away from my breast. Before I could think of a suitable reply, however, Dad just hoisted me onto his shoulder and carried me to the edge of the pool.

Splash! Even as I came up spluttering for breath, I sensed Dad underneath me. Whether by accident or by design, he rose up between my legs, his face right in front of my jeans-clad pussy, and bombed me through the water again. I was totally soaked, the top now a translucent piece. I was aware that my nipples, erect from the cold water and all the playing, were poking through, their pinkness a shade too thick for disguise. Daddy grinned at its sight. "Guess you didn't bring along a swimsuit, huh?"

I shook my fist at him. "As if you didn't know!" I pretended to fume.

"Come on, baby girl," Daddy dived at me, but I moved away. "Where's your sense of humor?"

"I don't have much of anything right now," I answered. "Including my job."

"Quit, or fired?" Dad tackled me again, and we went under for a few seconds before surfacing, his fingers hooked into the neckline of my top.

"Fired."

"That's bad. What about rent?"

He was just making 'polite' conversation, asking the same things he had asked a week earlier.

"I'm short of cash," I said simply.

"Like there's a time when you aren't?" He grinned, and I made a face at him. "Say no more, hun. So you want some money. What else is new?"

"I'll - I'll pay it back," I blundered.

"How?"

I searched for a reply. Dad, noticing my confusion, held up a hand. "Let's discuss this later, okay? Now why don't you go change into an itsy-bitsy bikini and join your father for a couple of games of poolball?"

As I approached the patio door, he shouted, "Don't wear those damp things in there. Your mother just bought a new carpet, and she could get angry if you spill water on it."

Aha! So that was it. I had been expecting it. "What should I do?"

He swam over to the wall of the pool and made a motion as if he were removing his t-shirt. Then he grinned, pointed to me, and said, "I think you know!"

"You are a dirty bastard," I cried, only half in jest, but I whipped off my top nonetheless. Perhaps I would get a bonus for this. Without waiting for him to say anything more, I slid out of my wet shorts. I was glad I had worn the thong - otherwise, it would have been quite a show for Dad. I threw the wet garments at his face. "Here!"

I started to walk inside when Dad called out once again. "What about those?" he leered.

I wasn't about to take off my thing, too! "Screw you," I said as I went inside.

Dad always had the last word. "I wish!"

Figuring that my folks wouldn't have thrown all my stuff out, I went to my room. Just as I had figured, the wardrobe was just as intact as I had left it. The only difference was that someone - and I had a pretty good idea it was Dad - had thrown away all my later swimsuits. Only a red suit that had been too small three years ago remained; I had no other choice but to put it on.

Glancing at the mirror, I saw that there was the friendly neighborhood voyeur peeking into my room as I stepped out of my thong. My father. Having gotten used to his interest in me, it wasn't much of a surprise that he was doing every thing a dirty-minded man would. For an exhibitionist like me, it was far from an unsettling observation - in a way, it was even thrilling.

I kept my back towards him as I pulled up the bikini bottom. It was so tight that it couldn't cover my pussylips, nor the crack of my ass. It was so revealing it was close to nothing. Still, swallowing what little modesty I had, I decided to let it be and reached for the top. Three years is simply too long, and the strap of the 'itsy-bitsy' top wouldn't even reach behind my back. I struggled with it for more than a couple of minutes, giving my father a good show, and even contemplated going out without it.


Finally, just as I managed to put one knot into it, Dad rushed into the room. He caught me in mid-turn, gripping my arms and pinning me into the bed. The next thing I knew, he had my arms held over my head, his face just inches away from mine. I had the distinct impression he would rape me if I didn't accede... fat chance of that! I am a sucker for cock, and if Dad was as good a fucker as he was a manipulator, I might just let him drill me for the day.

"Let go," I said just for the sake of saying it. "Are you gonna rape me?"

"Maybe," Dad replied, his eyes riveted on the loose top (it had become untied) and the heaving breasts it covered, "If things don't get better."

"Better? You have me pinned to a bed, you are on top of me, and the pieces of clothing I have on couldn't cover a baby! And you want better?"

Dad nodded. "You were talking about paying me back, weren't ya?"

Not realizing where this was leading to, I agreed. "I could do some jobs around the house," I offered.

Dad closed his eyes, then opened them. I was impressed by the fire of lust in them. "How's about you stay here as a servant for a week? I'll pay you ten grand."

"A week? Ten grand? Kidding?"

"There's a catch."

"I figured there would be. What is it?"

"You don't do jobs, you do me."

I didn't say anything, just stared into his eyes. "And you expect me to do that for ten grand?" Hell! For a week of free lodging and fooding, I would have done it for five.

Dad thought I was hankering for more. "Fifteen, then. And I own you! Totally."

I was about to agree to the deal when the phone rang. Trust Mom to have such rotten timing. My extension hadn't been disconnected, and Dad reached for it, never once letting go of me. He jerked the receiver out, then straddled my chest. The top fell away, and I was top-naked below my father.

"Hello."

He listened, then spoke. Obviously, it was Mom. "Actually, I am quite busy today. Our prodigal daughter showed up, wanting more money. I was just giving her ideas on how to earn it."

Mom said something, and Dad held the phone for me. "Here," he grinned, "She wants to talk to you."

"Hello, Mom."

"Don't hello me, kid. Seems to me the only time you think of us is when you want some money."

"Aww, Mom, don't talk like that. You know I love you."

"Sure, just like you would love to have a dozen guys' cock in your mouth at the same time. Your Dad told me that you are willing to earn the money this time?"

"Yes, Mom."

"At least, that's a relief. What's he asking you to do, give the plants a wash?"

"Something like that..."

"I don't like the sound of that, but that aside, how much's he paying you?"

"Five thousand," I lied. Daddy mouthed that he wanted me to hang up, so that one hand would be free. I winked at him and puckered my lips, as if pitying him.

"Five thousand? Whatcha agree to, fuck him to death?"

I grinned at her irate voice. If there was one thing I liked more than sex, it was rubbing off Mom.

"Something like that..."

"Jeesus! Haven't you got a single bone in your body?"

"I will," I answered cheekily, "Just as soon as you hang up."

Mom, at a loss for words, just called me a fucking bitch and hung up!

"Mom hung up," I informed Daddy.

"Thank God," he said, throwing the receiver away. That would disable any interruptions for some time, I thought. "What did she say?"

"Let's just say that she wanted you to bone me ASAP!"

Dad looked at me, for once in genuine appreciation, then turned serious. "So what do you say? Want the job or not?"

"Let go of my hand, and I will tell you."

He hesitated for a second, then let go of my hands. It was precisely what I had wanted. One of my wildest fantasies had been to have Dad rape me to pieces - besides, my bed was too small for any serious fucking. I swung with all my force, planning to goad him into taking me by force. It wasn't what I had come for, but it was turning out into quite a nice little alternative.

No sooner had the slap connected with his face, stunning him, than I slid out of his grip and ran out. I headed straight towards my parents' bedroom, the footsteps behind me spurring me on. My pussy was already on fire, and I reached for the doorknob to my destination just as Dad caught up with me and whirled me around. In an instant, I was on his shoulder, mock-fighting him, as he opened the door and carried me inside.

It wasn't exactly the way a man throws his bride onto the bed, but even as my head bounced up from the impact of being thrown onto my parents' bed, Dad was on top of me. For a brief instant, I wondered whether I had slapped him a little too hard, but that worry was forgotten the moment Dad mauled a breast with his mouth. He just took the entire tit into his huge mouth and slurped it, milking it, and it hurt so much it made me see stars.

I have always been a rough-sex woman, and I tell you, no one ever fucked me rougher than my dear Dad. He clamped down so hard on my nipple I almost thought he had bitten it off. I wrapped my legs firmly about him and pulled his hair - this had the effect of driving him even madder. Dad couldn't be rude enough to my breast - he bit it all around, almost tearing through the skin, while his other hand squeezed my free tit mercilessly.

I had almost blacked out from the pain and the ecstasy when his right hand slapped against my pussy with all the force of a belt-whip. I whimpered, and this seemed to encourage him; Dad whipped another one across my pussy lips, and the shock jerked me into the air. I was starting to think that I had let myself in too deep, when Dad just placed his mouth over mine and started kissing me roughly.

He bit into my lip hard, drawing blood, and mixing it with his saliva, sent it into my stomach. There was nothing else for me to do but to suffer his brutal assault on my senses. I couldn't even cry out when he suddenly jammed three fingers into my pussy, almost fisting me.

Suddenly changing direction, Dad pulled my hands off his hair and pinned them beside me. With a devilish grin at my scrunched-up face, he attacked my breasts again, though not confining his attention to just my chest. He moved into the hollow of my neck and bit the skin lightly, then tugged at it until I realized there were more pleasure points in my body than I had ever known.

I could feel his hard cock slapping against my wet pussy, and opened my eyes to look at what had created me nineteen years ago. It was huge, and if it hadn't been for the fact that I was too far gone to do anything, I would have said no! Even as I stared at it, Dad groped it and pushed it into my hole. With just a single savage cry, he slammed himself to the core of his balls, and then it was my turn to cry. Daddy started to move in and out without anything of a rhythm, only of power; with each thrust, I felt that my pelvic bones were crumbling... 

The end was near, I knew that, but when Daddy just kept on going without any thought to slowing down, it started to hurt. Then the pain became a delicious sensation in itself. I clutched my hands together so tightly the nails cut into one another, but that was nothing compared to my father nibbling on the tip of my tongue. Then, the explosion came.

It was only as he neared the end of his orgasm that Dad started to slow down, but it brought me off one more time. By the time he had come down and slid out of me, I was on the verge of unconsciousness... then sleep came, and I gave in.

I was alone when I woke up, and though there was light outside, I knew I had been out for hours. My entire body hurt like hell, and I couldn't even bring my legs together. I touched my pussy gingerly, and a sharp stab of pain shot up from the raw flesh. I didn't have to look at it to know that Dad had literally fucked the skin off my cunt. My lips were swollen, still red, and a quick glance informed me that one of my nipples was crusted with a little dry blood.

And all of this was compensated by a sense of being the dirtiest I had ever been in my entire life. Juices had leaked out of my pussy and coagulated, forming a chewing-gum like gooey between my pussy and the bed. The red bikini bottom had been slid aside, and it had almost torn clear of one leg. I gave it a slight pull, and it tore the rest of the way. I gazed at the dripping material before sniffing it.

Hearing voices downstairs, I decided to get up. My knees still felt incredibly weak, and I couldn't even walk straight - I had been well and truly fucked. I looked around for something to wear, and the only thing I could come across was a shirt of Dad's. Slipping it on, I checked myself in the mirror - what I saw was definitely not a sight for the mellow. From my lips downwards to my cunt was a reddish hue on the skin, marks of rough treatment. My fingertips were scratched from my clutching hands too tightly - I couldn't even button my shirt.

I decided to see who it was with Daddy, but no sooner had I moved a couple of steps than Daddy appeared at the door. Beside him was Mom, and I could see she was shocked by my appearance. Dad didn't look too concerned though, and he walked in as nonchalantly as was possible and slid the shirt off me. He was in boxers, Mom was in her business suit, but I was stark naked. Mom stared at the marks of violence on my body.

"I had to screw her," Dad said as if that was explanation enough. "Though I guess when she slapped me, I lost control a little bit!"

"She slapped you?" Mom asked, an incredulous expression on her face.

"Yes, she did. Didn't you, sweetheart?" Dad smiled at me, and I was surprised, for the smile was genuine. I croaked out, "Yes."

Mom did a strange thing next - she laughed out loud. I could see even Dad was surprised by her reaction, but not more than I was. "What's so funny?" I asked with all the indignation I could muster.


Screwed



He poured the coffee. It was thick, black and Brazilian, smiling, he reflected that so was he! Turning he grinned at his wife, Lucia. She winked as her strong, even teeth bit into the slice of melon she'd just peeled.

"Jose! Good morning, Baby," she rolled the fruit into her cheek, "After you have breakfast could you fix that damned gate? It's been halfway off its hinges for two weeks now." He turned and looked out the window. Sure enough, the gate in question was dragging in the sand, obviously in need of repair. 

"Yeah my sexy mama, I'll fix that up today. Don't worry about it anymore." He took a sip of coffee. "What time do you think ole Doc James will shut down the office today?" he put his cup down and pulled her to him, "I've got something else that's hangin' and in need of attention!" Jose bumped his semi-hard cock against her slightly rounded tummy.

Lucia chuckled and reached inside his bathrobe, "You'll have to wait to have that anaconda laid to rest," she inhaled between her teeth when her touch met his sparse and kinky pubes. She grasped him in her fingers and ran her hand out to the tip of his growing hardon, "Damn, Baby! I gotta get goin' or I'll be late!" 

She reached up and gave Jose a loving kiss before she pushed off him and grabbed her purse. As she pulled the door closed, she paused, "I'll be home after four o'clock, Baby. I'll call you if I'm gonna work overtime!"

He picked up his coffee and chose a bit of the melon to take out onto the patio. He looked out over the bay and breathed deeply. It was probably going to rain this afternoon. The clouds were building in the north. He finished his food and leaving his cup on the railing he went through the broken gate to the shore.

Jose flexed inside his light, linen bathrobe and untied the sash, it fell to the ground revealing his fine physique and smooth, dark skin. He strode into the calm water, nude, ready for his morning swim. The water refreshed him. After about 20 minutes, he swam towards shore. He stood in chest-deep water and looked up at his house.

"Now who is that?" he wondered as he watched a form in a flowered sundress shake out a blanket. She was just outside his property line but he was sure he could get her to go settle elsewhere. The last thing he wanted was to have a party of strangers picnicking, virtually on his doorstep, especially while he was fixing that bloody gate.

He swam shoreward until he could comfortable wade in. Only stopping long enough to scoop up the robe and dry his face on it. He moved up the beach as he pulled on his robe. He was just tying the belt when he stopped at the edge of the woman's blanket. She was a petite brunette, with long straight hair and looked up into his face and winsomely smiled as she straightened.

Warily, studying her eyes, Jose leaned forward, "And who might you be?" he puzzled.

She tipped her head and gazed at him. She opened her mouth and spoke some words in a language he didn't understand. Her words were riddled with endings of "-iski and yankin' off" so Jose surmised she was Russian or eastern European.

"Wonderful," he said, "But... What's your name?" He tried in English.

She gestured expansively at the garden and spun around. She pointed at the yacht far out in the bay and Jose surmised that she was going to be waiting for them to come in. "Suit yourself about waiting, but do it in the park!" he pointed forcefully in the direction of the funny totem he and Lucia had picked up on their honeymoon, "I'm just gonna get my tools to sort out this gate." Jose spun and walked into the house.

Jesus! What was he thinking? As he'd spoke with the beautiful stranger, he'd had the worst time on Earth trying not to stare down into her tanned cleavage. She was in such sharp contrast to Lucia in form and color, a true novelty to look at that he could hardly keep his eyes off her.

He walked to his bedroom and chose a pair of baggy, cotton shorts. He decided to go shirtless since it was cloudy and the humidity was climbing steadily. He went into the pantry and grabbed his tools and a handful of screws.

Jose busied himself with plugging the oversized screw holes and reattaching the hinges, tightly, to the gate. He swung it to and fro a couple of times pleased with his handiwork. He looked up, smiling his accomplishment and almost fell over!

She'd moved silently onto the rock that formed the decorative/eclectic mix of materials that formed his fence. Even more surprising than what she slipped on, was what she'd slipped out of. He glanced to where she'd placed her blanket and saw the piled flowered dress in the middle of it.

Her nude form was as elegant as any bronze figurine he could think of. Her breasts were amazing in their youthful perkiness and he couldn't look away as her nipples changed texture while his regard stroked them. 

She unabashedly held her legs open and reached to spread her pussy lips. Her clit was a beautiful, meaty bundle of tactile nerves. He licked his lips and imagined sucking her frilly petals into his mouth, tugging and stretching before releasing them. They were so swollen and thick! His cock leapt at the idea.

She pointed at the screwdriver on the top of his box and then at his crotch. Smiling she twisted her wrist in front of that beautiful mystery, as if she were driving in a screw. Jose flashed his white teeth eagerly back at her and licked his lips. He pointed at the screwdriver and then cupped his crotch.

Her pupils dilated as her finger flicked over her swelling clit. She opened her lips and mewed softly, "Nraa-veetsa." She raised her left hand beseechingly.

"Oh gawd, lady don't do that to me." Jose's cock was throbbing as he took in the sight of her, splayed and welcoming. 

She murmured the words again and he could no longer resist. He twined his big hand with hers and pulled himself down to the soft sand between her knees. The hot scent of this foreign young lady was so sweet and musky as he leaned his face in. He kissed her wet opening and heard her gasp at the contact. His tongue delved into her slit and soon there was no need for words. They finally had found a language they both spoke fluently. He teased her. His mouth did everything her body seemed to be telling him to. 

As her opening gripped around his tongue he heard her growl, "Min ya preeyezd ne!" and she released more of her honey against his lips. He slid a finger inside and she threw her head back and groaned. Jose smiled against her as he tweaked her nipple, he'd never foreseen it; one hand finger fucking his little Anastasia, he'd began to think of her as a Russian princess; the other fondling her firm, little breasts. 

Jose moved back and straightened his spine. His tongue swiped over his full lips where her taste lingered. With smooth deliberate movements he opened the fly of his shorts. He watched 'Anastasia's' face as he released his fully erect cock. He heard her mutter, "Ooh, da. Da!" 

He stood up proudly and let the shorts fall to his feet. She stood and placed her hand on his chest. The big Brazilian looked down, the contrast of her tanned skin against his very black body looked amazing. He wanted to watch his cock disappear inside all that pale, pink pussy. 

He lifted her up against his chest and spun to sit down on the rock. Her feet braced her as she leaned away from him, rising up until the tip of his cock nestled between her folds at her entrance. She shuddered as she moved her hips toward him, a fraction of his length moving into where he so wanted to be. 

She raised her eyes to his and smiled. He knew she must be marveling at the sight and the feeling of their fuck, just as he was. Jose grabbed her hips and pulled her slowly onto him, giving them both time to look down and see her clit meet his pubic mound. 

'Anastasia' wrapped her legs around Jose. She did something with her muscles inside that had him a trembling mess. He began to fuck her. He lifted her up, his cock feeling the cool breezes as he was exposed. He pulled her back against him, her wet sleeve almost scalding with its heat.

Over and over he moved her. She was panting. Her moans were so musical to his ears. Too soon, it seemed, she tensed and growled the phrase out before. He could feel his orgasm building and stopped their movements. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and looked up into her dark eyes. 

She babbled some more to him and squirmed up off his cock, making him moan. She kneeled at his feet as he had knelt at hers previously. Her little hand wrapped around him and he hissed, "Yesss!" appreciatively as her mouth descended over his glans. Jose could feel her sucking him. She didn't need to be told to suck it hard, she just did. 'Anastasia's' fist pumped his black shaft while her lips siphoned at the throbbing head of his cock.

"Oh! Baby! Here it comes!" Jose's toes curled in the fine white sand as she pulled his dick. He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her face tight to his cock, flexing his ass as she swallowed great gouts of his spending.

He shuddered as her fist and lips stripped the last vestiges of his semen from deep inside his cock. She licked her lips clean of all the milky fluids and uttering the first understandable sounds he'd heard her make, "Yum!" 

Jose leaned down and kissed her smiling lips, licking at their up tilted wetness, "Yum! Indeed!"



Screwed By The Courts



"You'll have to meet me outside in the hall to discuss this. They're closing up the courtroom for lunch." The counsel for the state said.

Jeff waited for her to gather up her brief case and approached her to discuss a couple of items from the court's judgment against him. He had actually won a partial victory but there were still the issues of getting back all the things that the court had taken away from him in the past year. Jeff brought up several of the things he wanted to discuss.

"You know, it's going to take a little while to sort these out and I've got to get some food and be ready for the afternoon session. Why don't we go to the mall and get a bite to eat and I'll explain everything you need to know. Since the judgment is final now, I don't think there'll be any impropriety issues." Jennifer offered.

"OK, let's go." Jeff replied. "I've got time and I really need to get my licenses back soon."

"Where are you parked? I'm right here in front since I got here early today. You can ride with me. It's only a few minutes away anyhow." Jeff offered. 

She took him up on the offer. After all, they would be in a crowded public place, and it was very close by. Besides, she knew from his actions in the courtroom that he was a gentleman and he was very handsome. She was tall and pretty, with shoulder length raven hair nicely coiffed. Today, she wore a white satin blouse accented at the neck by a red scarf tie thing, and covered up by a dark gray suit jacket and matching tight skirt that was cut well above her knees. Her makeup was impeccable. They looked like a fine couple as they walked to the eating area.

They found a sandwich place, got their food and sat down to eat it.

"Now what did you want to ask me about Mr. Jarvis?" She asked him.

"Please, call me Jeff. Well, it's about my driver's license, business license, and freeing my bank accounts. Everything has been frozen and I can't make a living or pay my bills."

"OK, Jeff. We'll get all those released from our hold that was put on them. Everything has been cleared up as far as we're concerned and there should be no problem turning them back over to you." She explained.

Jennifer discussed the other items he had questions about and provided him with the documents and phone numbers to call to follow up on all the matters.

They finished up and returned to his car, a big Cadillac Escalade ESV with chromed spinner wheels and blackout windows. He had parked it on the far corner of a row because it was so big, and to protect the paint from dings. There was a large bush in front of it. He led her to the rear side door and opened it.

"Come here. I want to show you something here in the back seat." Jeff said. "Come on, you have to climb inside to see it."

Jennifer didn't know what he wanted to show her, but assumed it was some special feature on his new SUV. So, she stretched her long leg up, causing her skirt to rise up dangerously high, and crawled inside.

He coaxed her over as he moved in beside her and closed the door.

"Now what did you want to show me, Jeff?"

"This." He said as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it and waiting for her reaction.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me out of here right now"

"I don't think so. You fucked me over for more that a year. Now I'm going to fuck you, bitch."

"Let me out or I'll scream. You can't do this. You'll get arrested and really lose everything. You don't want to do this."

"No one will hear you. And no one will see us. They can't see through the windows and the bush and seats are blocking the view from the front. My friend has a nice car here. Yes, it's not mine. I drive a ten-year-old Camry. Do you really believe all those lies you told the judge?"

"Why are you doing this? I thought everything was settled, and you were happy with the decision." She pleaded.

"You took everything from me. You told lies about me over and over, never letting me tell my side of the story. I finally won today because it's the first time I got to present my evidence and show what was really happening. I have lost almost everything in the last year. You have taken all my money, my car, my licenses, my ability to get a job, and finally, my dignity. Now I'm taking yours."

"Look, I'm sorry that happened to you. We were only doing our jobs. We have to present the evidence given to us and try to protect the children. You can't rape me like this. You'll never get away with it. I'll have you arrested."

"You won't tell anyone. You asked ME to go out to lunch with you. You know that's not allowed. If you tell, I'll tell the board and you'll get disbarred. At the very least, you'll lose the respect of your peers and the judges. Don't worry. I'm not raping you. Now bend over and start sucking, bitch."

"I see."  She said, looking down at his hardening cock, thinking of how to make a deal. She knew he was right, at least in a practical sense, if not a legal one. "Well, what if I just give you a blow job and you don't rape me. I really don't want that to happen."

"We'll see. Start sucking and I'll think about it."

She reached out to replace his hand with hers, and lowered her experienced mouth over the head of his cock. You know Ally McBeal and Boston Legal, and all the sexual hijinks they get into? Well there is a lot of truth to the way lawyers are portrayed there and in the media. She had had her share of quickies and even blowjobs, in the office, with clients, and even one tough judge that she needed a favor from. It was necessary for a young female lawyer to get ahead in this tough business. So she devoured his cock like a whore would, eager to get him off and get out of this situation. Besides, he had a nice cock, better that most of the ones she had sucked before. At least it was clean and not repulsive, she thought.

He undid his pants and lowered them to give her ready access. She stroked his cock with her hand, and sucked it into the back of her mouth. There was no way she was going to give him a deep throat suck and make him think she liked it! But she did want to make him cum, so she stroked it harder and sucked harder, and even played with his balls. He removed her suit jacket while she sucked him, only briefly pausing to remove her arms from the sleeves. Besides, she had court in the afternoon and didn't want to come back a mess. He wanted to get a look at her breasts, which had always been covered before. They were bigger than he expected, although he couldn't see them well with her facing down. He reached under her front and began to loosen the buttons on her blouse.

She raised her head up and yelled, "Stop that. What are you doing?"  He responded by slapping her hard on her ass. "I want to feel your titties. Now put your head down and keep sucking or I'll spank you harder."

The slap on the ass startled her and she dropped back down and continued sucking his hard cock. She felt a tingle in her pussy when he spanked her. It felt good, but she really didn't want to get spanked too, on top of being made to suck him off.

He released several of her buttons and reached inside to cup a breast. It was full and warm in her white, underwire business bra. He could feel a hard nipple in his palm as he rubbed it. Hmm. He reached inside her cup and extracted the breast, feeling its softness, pinching the hard nipple between his finger and thumb. His cock reached maximum hardness now. 

He placed his hand on her buttocks and rubbed them too. She jumped when he touched her, expecting another slap there. But this time he only felt and caressed it, to her relief. He raised her skirt with his fingers until the lace tops of her thigh-highs came into view, then even higher to expose the tanned bare skin between her hose and her panties. Even higher, her tan line highlighted a good amount of lighter colored skin on her ass cheeks, up to the leg holes of her short bikini panties. He caressed the bare skin and felt her squirm and moan on his cock with her mouth. When he reached into the top back of her bikini panty and started to pull it down, she rose up again to protest. Whack! He slapped her almost bare butt again, this time even harder. This time, there was no skirt to protect her. She lowered her head in a whimper and continued sucking, trying to get him off before losing her panties. But that would not happen yet.

She raised her hips up to allow him to get the panties down over her hips, then put her legs together and her feet up to allow him to slide them slowly down her legs and up over her feet as she lay hips-down in the roomy car seat now. He sniffed them and tossed them aside, returning his hand to her creamy bare bottom. She flinched again as he caressed her cheeks, and rubbed the crack of her ass, and down to her pussy lips. She was WET! What a surprise.

Raising her head, she pleaded, "No, please don't do that. I'm doing what you want. You don't need to do that."

Whack! He slapped her ass again.

"You like it. You know you do. Look, you're wet." He said, showing her his wet fingers. "And don't tell me what I need. I need to fuck you now, so turn around or I'll do it in your ass too."

Now she was scared. She didn't want to be raped, so she sat up as he laid her back onto the seat with her legs bent at the knees, her skirt at he waist, showing her long, hose-clad legs. He spread them out and readied himself above her, looking and rubbing her wet pussy with one hand while stroking himself with the other.

"Look at me. Do you want it? Look at my cock. I'm going to fuck you with it. You made it ready and now I'm going to fuck you and make things even."

"But you said I could just give you a blow job and you wouldn't do this to me," she cried.

"No, I didn't. You just assumed that would be enough. It's not. But you are a good cocksucker and you've gotten me really ready. I didn't make you do that. You did it voluntarily. Now, I'm going to fuck you, so don't fight it. Relax and I won't hurt you, but I AM going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before so get ready for it."

She listened to his words and looked at his hard cock and knew that he meant it. No one had ever talked that way to her, or taken her like this. Instinctively, she reached a hand down to her pussy and rubbed it, and rubbed her clit to be sure she was ready for him. Being forced to have sex was one thing, but she didn't want to be raped by a hard cock in a dry pussy. She wouldn't fight it. She could pretend it was her lover or something and it would be over soon.

He rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy lips, surprised to feel her fingers still there. When his head was good and wet, he pressed it into her reluctant pussy lips. He felt it pop inside her and pressed it all the way in with one long stroke.

"Ahhh. Ohhh. Easy, please." She cried out with tears in her eyes. "Please don't hurt me."

"I don't want to hurt you. Relax and try to enjoy getting screwed. I could never really enjoy getting screwed by you and the courts the way they did it to me. You are getting off easy getting payback this way. I have nothing. At least, when we're done, you'll still have your job, car, and your license. I have to start all over now."

She sobbed quietly as he fucked her in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. She realized deep inside that he was right and the courts had unjustly screwed him over. But she never had to see the results of the lawyers' and courts' onerous actions on their innocent victims before. In a way, she deserved this. She helped bring it on herself. Her body was like a separate entity as she felt his hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, his hard cock spreading her pussy as he speared it over and over. Her body involuntarily responded with plenty of moisture, which she was later grateful for, and even grasped his cock from inside. It eased the pain and made him cum quicker, which he did with long hard thrusts of pent-up anger and resentment.

He removed his shrinking penis and used his handkerchief to wipe up the cum oozing from her pussy. He helped her pull her clothes back together and ready herself to return to the court. The anger was gone and he almost felt sorry for her now. He had done what he wanted to do and it was all over now.

"Did I hurt you? 'Cause I hope I didn't hurt you." He asked with genuine compasion.

"No, you didn't hurt me. Thank you for that, at least." She replied.

He drove her back to the front of the court.

"Where are my panties?" She asked, feeling completely humiliated. She just knew that everyone would know what had happened and didn't want anyone to know.

"I'm going to keep them. I want you to think about me the rest of the day, and remember how it feels to be helpless and screwed over by a power beyond your control. I hope the next poor guy gets more respect than I did. Now go, and don't ever tell anyone about this and I won't either."



Screwed in the Forest



Amy was hurrying home from her summer job at Starbucks's. It was a warm and gloomy day in Spartanburg, SC. Her parent's home wasn't far from her job, but there was an intervening forest of spruce, hemlock, and fir which she generally walked around. The trees in the small forest were not tall, but dense and lacked an understory except for a few sprouts of pine trees. Walking through this patch of evergreens was difficult and much like looking at Christmas trees at the farmer's market except for the type and density.

Nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened at this location, but she still got the chills thinking about entering the canopy of evergreens. She had always hated this tiny group of trees unless she was playing with her family or friends, but that was years ago when she was in middle school. Now she was a rising senior at Wofford, College.

Her first step into the trees landed on a loose limb. It snapped with a cracking sound which startled a covey of quail, and they flushed with a loud clapping of wings. Surprised by the birds, she uttered a shriek. She was embarrassed by being scared. 

Before going further into the compact foliage, she twisted her long black hair into a bun and because her work shirt was too tight, she shifted her ample breast. Ducking between two spruce trees she stumbled into a giant spider web. "Damn," she said removing the material of the web from her face, hair, and chest. She stopped about midway through the trees because she heard a noise. She smiled when a cottontail ran away from her. Stepping out of the last few trees, she heard a sound behind her. Turning she saw nothing, but unexpectedly she was pushed from behind and sprawled in the pine needle covered ground.

The wind was knocked out of her, and before she could yell, a hand covered her mouth, and two legs straddled her body. She tried to push him off, but he was too sturdy and forceful.

"Don't make a sound," a male voice said. Something was wrapped around her mouth and face. He pulled her hands behind her back and tied them with what felt life a leather belt.

She struggled but to no avail. She was picked up by the top of her shirt, her belt and pushed back into the pines. As she stumbled and pushed along, she felt the pain from her fall, and his hand in the middle of her back. After a short distance, they came to an opening in the trees and she saw a Kaminer camping stove, a backpack, and a sleeping bag. Her eyes widened at the sight of the sleeping bag resting on a tall pile of pine needles. She was going to be raped.

He pushed her into a spruce tree and held his body against hers. 

Amy felt his erection through his pants and her slacks. She felt a chill in her core. The needles of the Spruce hurt, and the erection poking into her bottom was scary. Her shirt was tugged from her slacks. She tried to move, but he pushed her harder into the tree. Her top was freed, pushed above her bra strap, and the bra was unfastened. She tried to scream but couldn't.

Thumbs slipped between her hips, panties, and slacks and he pulled them to her knees. A breeze blew across her moist twat causing her to shiver.

She tried to widen her legs, but he held them in place.

He kept her firmly against the tree, dropped and pulled her panties and slacks over her shoes. With an arm around her neck, he unbuttoned her blouse. "Are you a virgin?"

Amy hesitated before she nodded her head up and down.

He laughed softly. "That's what I thought." 

As she struggled to maintain her balance, he untied her hands, pulled her blouse and bra down her arms. She was completely naked.

She tried to grab him to tear his eyes out, but he was too fast.

He pulled her arms and hands above her head tying them tight.

Amy was struggling to breath because of her exertion and the rag over her mouth.

He noticed her struggling to breath. The cloth was removed and a smaller strip of the material was placed between her lips and teeth. He relaxed, "Now, I've got you where I want you."

Backing her into open space, he stood her in place by spreading her legs with his and cupped her breasts. Gently. "Wow, you have a fabulous set."

He held her with one hand and softly rubbed her tits, but didn't touch her nipples. "They're not only bulky but are soft and smooth."

She struggled to free, herself, but it was no use. His hands fondling her breasts actually felt good. She shivered. She was bent at her waist until her pendulous boobs were hanging straight down.

His hands held her breasts feeling their heft, then he brushed his palms over her sensitive teats.

Thrills of arousal rushed through her, but she stifled a sigh of pleasure. Over and over her nubs were aroused, and she liked it. She tried to twist away but failed. 

He squeezed one tit firmly and the fingers of the other hand walked back and forth over her black jungle of hair. She felt a restlessness of his fingers moving over her bush. She rose to an upright position, but he grabbed her around the stomach and continued massaging the outside of her labia lips. His fingers moving back and forth across her slit felt so good she almost collapsed. 

He pulled her to the sleeping bag and laid her face down.

It reeked of sweat. She almost vomited. 

The male placed more pine straw under the sleeping bag raising her butt higher in the air. "You have a great ass." He spread her legs.

She was helpless with her hands tied above her head, her butt pushed toward the sky, and her legs widespread opening her for what was to come.

He kissed the cheeks of her bottom, before inserting a finger into her cunt.

Wiggling from side to side and up and down intensified the sensations his finger caused in her. Her awareness of her arousal due to his enticing her teats, the pleasing of her outer lips, and his finger stimulating the walls of her cunt came over her. She felt the contractions of her sex organs increasing in intensity and coming more rapidly. Oh god, I'm going to have an orgasm.

He moved his thumb from between her legs to her clit.

She writhed in pleasure as her contradictions became convulsions, and she climaxed. Her body reacted to his thumb massaging her sweet button She groaned around the cloth in her mouth.

"You like that do you?" He asked as he loosened the gag.

Amy breathed freely, gasping for air. She felt hands lifting her from the bag and a hard, wet cock entered her entrance and beyond. "Oh, god you're so big."

"Relax honey and enjoy."

She felt her vertical walls separating and collapsing as he slowly drilled her. She moaned with pleasure each time he hit deep in her tube. She was in rapture as the long, thick staff continued to plunge in and out. She was a slave to his efforts. 

He stopped, laid heavy on her, and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand." He lifted her higher and stroked her until he thought she was close to an orgasm, then he stopped. Laying her down and rolling then to their sides he clasped a breast and rammed her till she acted as though she was about to climax, but he stopped. He moved them to the other side and hammered her. He slowed and stopped when he was about to come. Back on her stomach, he reached under her, grabbed her tits, and plunged back and forth into her.

Amy's excitement was just below the summit of an orgasm. She was amazed at his stamina. She felt him intensify his speed of movement, and her contractions became faster and move intensified. A feeling of joy raised from her core, and she shuddered and moaned as she climaxed. She'd never had such a fantastic orgasm.,

He picked her up with his arms around her stomach, swung her legs forward keeping her impaled, and sat down on the highest pile of hay. Taking her by the breasts, he said, "Grab your ankles and hump me."

Unsure what to do, Amy awkwardly moved up and down his shaft.

Using his hands on her ass, he guided her until she was pumping his rod as though it was a practiced art. She climaxed with a groan. Her breasts and nipples were being fondled and she climaxed again. As she began to settle down, he pulled them back with his finger caressing her clit. She moaned in delight as she was overwhelmed by her contractions.

They lay still for a while.

"Aren't you ever going to come. I've never had a cock in me for this long."

"Not in this position." He rolled onto his back with her skewered and straddling him. His hands and mouth were on her teats hanging in his face. He licked, he nipped, he sucked and banged his cock into her with abandon.

The double sensations caused her to erupt on top of him.

When she relaxed, he said, "Now fuck me!" With his hands holding hers, he guided her up and down on his engorged rod.

Again and again she climaxed. "Oh, you're good, so big, so good!"

It was dark and see couldn't see his face. "Who are you?" She asked searching for a way to see him.

"I'm the man claiming your pussy. I've got enough money for a motel room. I'll pick you up after work tomorrow and we can fuck in comfort," he stated as a matter of fact.

"You haven't come yet, and I don't know what you look like."

"I know what you look like with and without clothes." He stood with his cock lodged deep within her and laid her on her back. "I'm going to give it to you now, but before that I'm going to untie your hands. Put your arms around my neck and take what I'm going to give you."

She placed her arms about his neck spreading her legs wide.

He kissed her passionately, and with his tongue, and rammed his piston into her cylinder as fast and hard as a Formula One race car.

She climaxed time after time and had an explosive orgasm when he poured his seed into her after a large number of hard thrusts. She didn't know her lover was black until he kissed her.

She looked forward to an afternoon in a motel bed with him tomorrow.



Screwed Up Lust



My sister and I live in the house where we grew up; I'm 25, herself 24. Our parents gave us this place when they moved to California, and since then, it's been just like when we were growing up, but without them. Of course, there's always been some weirdness about my feelings toward her, but it didn't get really bad till we moved back in.

I'm lying in bed, when I hear her come home from work. My sister Lindsay works full time at a diner in town, and she often comes home after I've gone to bed. I listen as she comes up the stairs, then closes her door, at which point I jump to my feet, and I sneak out of my room and quietly creep up to her door. Due to the age of this house, none of the doors close all the way. Carefully, I crack her door open, until I see her walking around in her underwear.

I don't know why I have such a burning lust for her, but I think the fact she's my sister is what excites me so, because it's just so wrong. It's like the ultimate taboo.

I see her lower her bra straps, then reach behind her, and, with a sigh, unhook it, and I feel my cock getting stiff, as she slides it off, revealing her large, squeezable, suckable titties. Many times, I've fantasized about what I'd like to do with those beauties. Even during the day, around the house, I'll catch myself staring at them, daydreaming about tearing her shirt off, and just taking out all my lustful urges on them.

She sits down on the bed, and starts rubbing her tired feet, and, as I rub my cock through my sweatpants, I have to resist the urge to barge in, spread her legs open, push her panties aside, and stick my tongue in her pussy. I've never caught a glimpse of it, because she only takes her panties off in the morning, before taking a shower, and the bathroom doesn't provide a very good view.

I know the show is over when she puts on her nightshirt, and then turns off the light. I go back to my room, and jerk off, thinking about all the things I'd like to do to her.

The next day, I'm watching TV, when she comes in.

"Bobby, can I talk to you about something?"

I turn off the TV. "What is it?"

"What were you doing outside my room last night?"

"I-wha?"

"Bobby, every time I turn my light off at night, about a minute later, I hear you close your door, then I notice my door is open a crack. Did you think I wouldn't figure out you've been peeking at me?"

"Well, I..."

"Bobby, it's fucking creepy. Especially if you're doing what I think you're doing when you go back to your room." At that point, all I could do was just sit there in silence, wishing this wasn't happening. "I mean, it creeps me out, to think my own brother is lusting after me. But, and here's the really fucked up part, it also turns me on." For a second, I wasn't sure I really heard that.

"Wait, what?"

"The idea that my own brother wants to fuck me disturbs me so much, it makes me kind of hot. Whenever I catch you staring at me the way you do, I imagine all the nasty things you're thinking about doing to me, and I actually find myself wanting you to do them, and then that makes me think of doing some nasty things to you."

This revelation has me staggered. "Whoa. So, does that mean..."

"I don't know. I mean, I'm so confused, I..." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "I think I need a drink." She goes over to the liquor cabinet, and pours herself a glass of scotch. She downs it in one gulp. All this talk about fucked up feelings has given me a hard-on, particularly the idea my sister likes me lusting after her. As soon as she finishes her drink, she grimaces, then points at my crotch. "Do you have a hard-on?"

"Um...yeah..."

"Can I see it?"

"You wanna..."

"Yeah, show it to me." My heart pounds as I undo my jeans, then pull them down a bit, before pulling down my boxers. "Wow." I see her eying my cock up and down. "Fuck. I mean, I can't believe how hot that's making me. Just...picturing you, stroking that thing, while thinking about me...Can you stroke it for me?" I start slowly stroking it, up and down. "God. I...want your cock, Bobby." She comes over, and kneels in front of me. I take my jeans and boxers off completely, and sit with legs apart, as she crawls between them. She reaches out, and touches my cock with her finger-tips, running them up and down the shaft, and rubbing around the head, which feels really good. She then moves down, and rubs my balls. Finally, she takes my cock in her hand, and guides it to her mouth. At first, she just flicks that spot just under the head with her tongue, before licking it all over, and eventually just sliding it into her mouth.

"Yeah, you like this? You like watching your own sister suck your cock, Bobby?" She licks all around the shaft, front, back, and sides, in between sucking on it. "You know what else I like, Bobby? Your balls." She then starts licking and sucking on them, gasping with lust the whole time. Finally, after sucking me off some more, she says, "God, I wanna know all the things you've wanted to do to me!"

"Take your top off." She unbuttons her shirt, and takes it off, then takes off her bra. I immediately grab her right boob, and start sucking on it.

"Ohhh...fuck! Yeah, I could tell you liked my titties. Yeah, get rough! I like that!" I alternate between them, while squeezing them roughly, and I hear her whispering about how good it feels. After a minute of this, I move my hand down, and start pushing down her jeans. "Oh, you wanna lick my pussy, don't you?"

"Mmm, yes." She slides down her pants and panties, then sits on the arm of the couch, and puts one leg up. Finally, after all these years, I get to see my sister's pussy, and it's more beautiful than I imagined. I kneel down in front of her, and start eating her. It tastes even better than it looks. As I eat her out, I hear my sister moaning with pleasure.

"Ooooh, fuck! Yeah, you like that, huh? You like eating your sister's pussy, don't you?" I glance up, and she's squeezing her titties so hard, they look like they might get bruised. "Goddammit, Bobby! You're so fucking good at that!" At one point, about the time I start concentrating on her little clitty, she starts grinding her hips. "Yeah, lick my fucking pussy, Bobby...yeah, bet you thought of this a lot, huh?" I can tell she's cumming, when her hips lock up, and she grabs my head, and lets out a high-pitched squeal, which eventually turns into screaming and loud cursing. "FUUUUUCK! OHMYFUCKINGGOD!"

Finally, I take my head out, and she slides down onto the couch. Lindsay's breathing heavily and covered in sweat. "Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Put your fucking cock in me!" She scooches down, so she's lying back. I move in, and spread her legs open, then I take my cock in my hand, and slowly insert it. My sister looks down, to see my cock go into her pussy. "Yeah, that's what you wanted, isn't it? You've wanted to fuck me for years, haven't you?" I start to speed up, and her titties start to shake. "Ouhm...Yeah, fuck me...Just like that." She starts to grimace as I go harder and harder. "Fuuuuck meeee!" Then, she gets nasty. "Yeah, you like fucking your own sister, don't you, you sick freak?" This prompts me to go even faster. At this point, her titties are whipping up and down so fast, they look like they might go flying off. "Oh, God, Bobby! Cum inside me! I wanna feel my brother's hot cum in my pussy!" I know I'm about to, when I feel my cock start to slowly contract. Just when it feels like my dick can't get any tighter, I blow my load inside her. It feels like a gallon or so is coming out of me. Finally, it stops, and I practically collapse in a sweaty heap on top of her.

"You think you're gonna feel weird about this tomorrow, sis?"

"Probably, but I think that'll just make me wanna do it again." I let out an exhausted laugh, then I lean forward and kiss her.



Screwed Up Over Sex



Although neither being academically qualified nor totally understanding sex when it's presented for my immediate consumption – raw, red and pulsating – I regard sex as precisely divided into two sectors – recreational sex and procreative sex. 

In this think piece we focus on recreational sex or taboo sex as some dickheads call it.

Believe me, if you think about it, recreational sex takes some understanding.

We have to jump the early years here in filing this piece – because presumably stomachs are not hard enough to tolerate pre-18 indulgence, and also the law has a granny attitudes to maintain until reformers get incumbents leigislators up to speed.

It would seem, to the normal well-adjusted and pragmatic adult that recreational sex is not unlike a cough; it you feel the urge to eject the cough sensation you maneuver to ejaculate. 

If you buy that, we have established that having sex is little different to having a good cough. Either way, you'll probably feel drained.

Oh, that's so smug, so convenient. But imagine this: 18-year old high school graduate Amanda Tight Thighs goes to the graduation ball with the son of Pastor and Mrs Jones bearing the name Thomas Edward Jones alias (to many contemporaries) Eight Inch Tommy. 

Virginal Amanda goes off to the ball in a $700 dressed donated by her adoring maternal grandmother for her finest few hours in living memory (she is only 18). Amanda sets out knowing it will be a disaster if she doesn't get shafted and at least a treble disaster if Tommy shafts her best friend instead of her and she's dumped in the street outside her home, still a virgin.

Aren't we a twisted society?

There is Amanda, with everything intact, prepared to allow her citadel of procreation battered and rammed at least four times if Tommy lives up to his reputation. What a sacrifice. And what is Tommy's sacrifice: four ejaculations of perhaps 30,000 he's allowed within his lifespan? Oh dear, how inequitable.

But isn't that what recreational sex is all about: males getting more than their share?

Originally guys in the village were prevented from dipping into every young woman in the village, plus a few mothers on the side, but they were permitted to go out a burn, pillage and rape. Consider how that has changed today: if a guy marries a female who has demurely kept her legs crossed during courting and he goes to enter on his wedding night and encounters a hymen, what happens? He panics and shouts, "What the hell is wrong with you; why have you been despised by guys dipping into anything that moves?" He then considers divorce or enlisting in the Army to hide his shame.

I blame mothers for this. They have redefined our culture that says every female must offer her vagina to every passing male who sniffs in her direction. Period (in the sense of full point).

This is terrible; there ought to be a tradition of personal decision-making. We know there is the occasional male who won't stick it up any skirt that stays within reach, but they are few. But we also know there are females who'd like the opportunity of saying "No!"

Er, perhaps "I'll think about it; give me five."

Okay, I'm a male, with means a bias. To me, intellectually, it seems a waste of resource for a female to preserve her sexual integrity based on the understanding that centuries of self-denial flagellation insists females say no except when it involves their husbands and except when it is during a favorable time in their reproductive cycle. The only time their female ancestors have gone soft on that edict is when they have passed child-bearing age and keep seeing their man masturbating needlessly. 

Prostitution was sent along to span the difficulties right-thinking women were creating, but then women gave prostitution a bad name. So what is the solution?

A code of ethics could help and here are some sample inclusions:

-It's paramount the integrity of the citadel should be preserved.

-Pre-procreation attempts should not preclude path-finding visits through the gates of the citadel.

-Females should become more precise about their interpretation of the meaning, in the sexual context, of the word 'no'.

-Males should have a policy of being gentle and caring and helping to clean up afterwards.

-Women must take full responsibility for anti-conception measures until no longer required because (a) women have better discipline and better memories and (b) women have a gene that makes them want to avoid suffering in the hands of men.

-Males must realize that taking a sexually targeted woman out to entertainment and then on to dinner before sinking into organically favorable depths is in recognition of (a) the woman may agree to full-on tests of sexual compatibility and (b) she has taken full responsibility for anti-conception measures.

-Neither of the sexes have sex unless that are totally confident they are STD free.

-They only do it because they are totally consumed by the thought of sex and the thought of indulging in this novel way of exchanging fluids so agreeably.

Happy days of unstrained sex are all too few. 

Remember that.

THE END 



Screwed



"You were always so pretty and high and mighty, and now... I told you not to mess around with your father, but you wouldn't listen. Anyway, you've got seven more days to get your lessons straight, you poor thing!" And she continued laughing.

Dad escorted Mom out of the room, and I thought we were all going downstairs, but as soon as Mom was out of the door, Dad closed it behind her and grinned at me. "Only seven days!"

"Dad! No!" I really had to protest. "Give me a couple of hours, please. It hurts too fucking much!"

"Two hours??? I get only seven days with you, my dear..."

"I'll be here as long as you want, Daddy," I pleaded, but I could sense that my objection was slipping. "More than a week. For free. Just let me get over the - "

I never got to complete the sentence. Dad tackled me, his mouth on me before I could utter another word... 

And in spite of all the pain, I never enjoyed a session more than I did with Daddy then. So much so that I forgot to tell him that I was off birth-control.

Oh, well! It's been a month now, and Mom still thinks I am doing this for money. Not anymore, though, once I tell her she's getting a promotion. Wonder what she's gonna say when I drop the bombshell tonight?

PS : Dad knows. That's why my pussy hurts so much...



Screwing A Girl I Didn't Like



I hadn't spoken to Val for a long time, and we had lost contact after she had taken offence at an email I'd written after a pub meeting. But when I knew I was going to be in Brussels for a night, her home town, it seemed worth getting in contact. Quite simply, she was a girl I'd never liked – she irritated the hell out of me - but I'd often wanted to fuck her, for reasons I couldn't explain – humiliation? I had frequent visions of our fucking in public places, of her hand making its way into my pants and rubbing me off, of us screwing in hotel rooms, of my licking her cunt as she lay splayed on a double bed and then shafting my stiff, wet prick hard and fast in her tight, hairy cunt while she thrashed and moaned loudly. 

She agreed to meet me and we had a strange few minutes while she let me know that I'd hurt her feelings – she obviously wanted an apology. I didn't grovel, but I let her know that I was sorry and asked her if I could buy her dinner in my hotel; and she agreed. She had always flirted with me, and she started again as soon as we sat down, dropping her napkin and letting me pick it up from between her legs. She giggled, and I was confident that I would be able to bed her. I decided – I only had one night – not to waste time. Before the main course was over I told her, directly, that I thought we should never have fallen out, and that I'd like to show how much she meant to me – upstairs.

I hadn't misjudged her – I think we both had the feeling that we were designed to have one good sex session at least in our lives together, and she quickly agreed to join me in the bedroom. I wanted her to be as hot as possible and so I started to tell her, in clear detail, what I wanted to happen.

"Valerie, I will be in charge at all times. I'm going to put you on your back, over the side of the bed, with your legs hanging down and your cunt gaping. I will finger you. You won't be able to keep quiet, or still, and I will make you come very quickly. Then I will start again, and take my own pleasure with you, any way I choose. 

She just looked at me, taken aback for a second, and then said, "I'm wet. Take me upstairs, now"

We abandoned our meal and I led her into the lift. As we went up the four floors, I looked her straight in the eye, and then brushed my hand over her skirt, in the area of her cunt. She just groaned, and said something like, "wait – I can't stand it."

I just smiled, took her by the hand and led her to my room. I set the dimmer switch low, but made sure everything was still clearly visible. I shrugged off my jacket, removed my tie and then pushed Val onto the bed so she lay there, panting, her legs over the side. 

I kicked off my shoes and socks, then went over and pushed my hand up her skirt, causing her to groan again and mutter something. I found her knickers, and tore them sharply down, getting another moan as they stopped at her ankles. Then I knelt down, ran a finger up and down her hairy minge for a second and then rubbed her clit for a moment. She started swearing loudly and I pushed my face into her cunt and started to lick her out. She was spewing out a range of obscenities and fuck words in a high, rapid voice as I dribbled saliva into her cunt and spread it up and down her vagina – no real need, because she was as wet as I'd ever known a woman. I only had to muff dive her for a minute before she sat straight up on the bed, let out an anguished wail and came so loudly I knew anyone in the rooms and corridors around us couldn't fail to hear her. She collapsed back on the bed and writhed about for a minute before subsiding to a heavy breathing pattern and I stood up. My prick was straining painfully in my trousers and doubtless leaking spunk; I had no intention of delaying my own pleasure any longer..

I didn't say anything, just pushed my trousers and pants down and watched my enormous, wet erection slap up, the knob glistening and leaking pre-come. I grabbed her legs and hoisted them onto my shoulders so her puffy, wet gash was facing my prick, them rammed it as hard as I could, straight up her in one movement. She was very tight, but wet too and she took me inside with a short gasp, then started to rap out instructions to me; "Ooooooh, harder, you mother fucker, give me that prick as hard as you've ever given it! – I can take it., I want it now, I want to feel your spunk inside me. Urrrghhh! Fuck me harder, you bastard, fuck me harder with that great prick of yours, spunk inside me, Jeremy, shoot, you cunt, spunk up my cunt!

My head snapped back and I groaned loudly, letting go when my cock was at it deepest point, spraying my cum inside her belly. I knew I was having full sex with a woman I didn't like and it had never felt better or dirtier. Sparks flew in front of my eyes as my orgasm hit me like a hammer. Tears rolled down my cheeks. 

I didn't like her, but I have never felt anything like the feeling of my huge dick ball deep inside Valerie that day. The best sex I've had so far – it'll take some beating.



Screwing Aunt Jen



It's a cold, late winter night. I'm at my job at the local airport. I'm employed as a baggage handler for one of the major airlines. A big storm in the Midwest has cancelled our last jet of the evening and I'm getting ready to leave early. As I walk out of the terminal, I see my Aunt Jen standing in front of one of the other ticket counters, looking at the arrivals boards.

Actually, what first caught my eye was this great ass in a pair of jeans. I chuckle to myself as I do a double take, realizing it's my aunt. Jen looks a little like Ashlyn Gere; the Adult film star. With brown hair that cascades just below her shoulders, bedroom eyes, and my favourite feature (besides her ass) a pair of great tits. After three kids, her 5'8' frame doesn't show any wear and has been the highlight of many fantasies since I was about 14 years old.

She sees me walking over and as I get a firm hug she explains that she's supposed to meet Uncle John, who's out of town on business. Turns out the same storm letting me go early, is delaying her husbands' flight 3 hours. Plus it was starting to snow here. The two of them are my favourite relatives and I visit as often as I can. She's the youngest in her family and is only about 7 years older than me. She invites me over for the dinner that was waiting for Uncle John. They just live about 20 minutes outside the city, so she was going to return later to pick up John.

She asks me to drive, because the snow was getting worse. The whole time this conversation is going on, I sneak glances at her sweater encased tits. She usually doesn't wear a bra around the house, which always makes for great viewing. Seems she left the house without one. We get to her house and all the kids greet me, the oldest of which is 7 years old. The lady next door had been watching them while mom was out. I'm saying my "hello's" as the neighbour goes home.

During all this, the phone rings. It's John and his flight has been cancelled. He'll return about noon the next day. The fantasy wheels begin to click in my head. We eat and watch some TV with the little ones. Jen puts them to bed, while I have a couple beers. I watched her ass go up the stairs to the kids rooms. Not a whole lot had been happening, socially, for me. The 3rd shift I worked had put a real cramp in the dating scene. Most of my friends had gotten married or were living with someone, so it was kind of slow. I kept seeing those tits swell under that sweater as she breathed. Great tits. When Jen returned, she grabbed herself a beer and we sat there on the couch just shooting the bull. She's real easy to talk to, and the beers flowed as it got late.

Eventually, the conversation turned to girls and what I was up to lately with the chicks. The beers had loosened me up quite a bit and I guess I started sounding pretty bummed about how things were going. Jen had gotten this concerned look on her face and I realized how pathetic I must sound. I made a couple jokes and changed the subject. We decided it was time to call it a night.

Jen was cleaning up the empties and as she bent over the coffee-table, I got a great cleavage shot. The no bra theory was confirmed. Beers and the snow decided I would spend the night. They had finished off part of the basement into a spare room, which was where I had stayed on past occasions. It was quiet, away from the kids and with a TV, it was a good a place as any to curl up. I said my good nights and Jen gave me a big hug, telling me to cheer up. Those tits pressed against me and I could feel the blood rush to my dick. She kissed me on the cheek and headed up the stairs. I went to the basement, got undressed and slid into bed to watch a little more TV.

I could still feel the hug and the way those tits felt against me. I was hard as a rock and started to stroke myself by the light of the tube. I was really starting to get worked up. I pictured Jen's tits wrapped around my dick, her looking up at me with those bedroom eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to slow down and make it last. I could feel her ass in my hands as I hugged her to me. I pushed the covers back to make room for a really good cum. Something makes me open my eyes and I see Jen standing in the doorway. 

I gasped as I pull the blankets back over me. Trying to stammer out apologies and embarrassments, I sit up on the bed. Jen walks over to the bed, softly telling me it's alright and not to be upset. She is wearing a flannel robe, open in the front, over a T-shirt. One side of the robe is to the side enough that I can see her nipple is hard under the shirt. Despite the situation, I can't resist looking at that little bud, pushing out. Jen sits on the edge of the bed, telling me that everyone needs some kind of release. "Let's see what you're trying to release." she says as she pulls the covers down to my thighs. My semi-erect cock is laying against my stomach. "Hhmm.......not bad. I think I can help, if you'll let me." I was dumbfounded as she took hold of my cock and started to stroke me. "Just lay back and relax", she tells me as I pay attention, but my cock is wide awake.

After feeling my own hand for some time, her soft, knowing pumping of my cock makes me moan my approval. I reach out and fondle her tit thru the thin fabric. Those tits I dreamed about are right there, full and warm beneath my touch. I can feel her hardened nipple in the centre of my palm and I pinch it gently between thumb and forefinger. Now she does the moaning and presses against my fondling as her hand moves a little faster on my dick. She looks at me and says " Forgive me, but I got to suck this.", as if I'd have any objections!! Before I can say anything, I am in her mouth. The heat is incredible. She doesn't move at first; just swirls her tongue around the underside of the shaft. I pinch her nipple again and she starts to go up and down my dick very slowly. She cups my balls with her left hand and moves her hair out of the way with the other. I see her face in the dim light as my dick goes in and out of her mouth. One more fantasy down the drain!! Keeping my dick in her sweet mouth, she stops moving long enough to shrug off her robe. I notice her T-shirt has ridden up her thighs. Stopping my kneading of her tits, I slide my hand up her thigh. She parts her legs in anticipation. I can barely see her pussy in the light, but my fingers feel wetness. She's very wet as I play with her pussy lips. Her trimmed snatch is dripping with her juices. Stroking her lips, I spread them open and insert my finger part way. She grips my hand between her legs and slightly humps my hand. She's really working on my dick now. The sounds of her sucking seem almost too loud. I can't resist any more. It's too much. "I'm cumming!!" I warn her. She takes most of my shaft in her mouth and teases me with her tongue as I shoot my load.

Now my grunting that seems too loud, as she swallows me down. My hand is still playing with her pussy as she moves her mouth off me and strokes me a couple times. "Nicely done, nephew." she says with a giggle. "Ditto." Is about the least shocked thing I can say. She moves up along side me and kisses me on the side of the mouth. I return the kiss and it becomes a more heated exchange of tongues and lips and gasps. Jen swings her leg over me and straddles my hips. As she sits up I reach up to feel her mounds again. My now soft cock is nestled between her ass cheeks. "Would you like to see my tits now, since you've been staring at them all evening?" she asks. And with that she pulls the shirt over her head and tosses it aside. Her tits are just as I imagined. Full, with a slight sag from three kids worth of suckling, but firm as a 16 year olds. The nipples, that were so hard under the shirt, now point out from silver dollar size aureoles. The light from the TV makes little shadows behind the erect nipples. I hold them with both hands, massaging them. What was warm through the shirt is now hot flesh, pressing against my hands. My cock twitches between her cheeks and she wriggles back on me. I pinch her nipples harder than before. Jen sighs and reaches down to return the favour to my nipples. I'm completely hard now and press my hips up at her. We grind each other a little bit and with another one of those smirks, Jen lifts up her ass and my waiting cock slides into place, up into her hot cunt. We both gasp as the entire motion has taken about 5 seconds. Neither of us moves for a few moments. The feeling is just so incredible. Another of those fantasies gone. Her hair is in her face as I drop my hands to her hips. I urge her to raise up that ass and bring it back down onto my cock. An approving grunt from both of us. Up again and I thrust up as she returns to my hips. With both of us sharing in the humping, I feel like I could go forever. This beautiful woman is fucking me like I've only dreamed of. Those great tits are heaving up and down with our gyrations. I cup one with my hand while trying to keep the rhythm going. We miss our timing and my dick comes out of her pussy, just rubbing the length of my shaft. "I want you from behind, " I say as I roll her off me.

We trade places and she kneels in front of me. Getting behind her, she reaches back and guides my painfully erect cock back into her heat. "Yesss..."Jen gasps as I enter her. "Fuck me!!" Leaning forward, I can grab both her tits. I take short strokes into her snatch. I'm leaning on her back, breathing in the smell of her hair, her perfume, her sex. She wiggles and pushes back on me. As I release her tits to take hold of her hips, I fuck into her with long strokes as hard as I can. She grips the pillows and grunts into them as I slam her pussy. 

Every fantasy, every daydream, every erotic thought I ever had is in each thrust. I feel like laughing out loud, because I'm having the time of my life. But I want her one more way before I cum again. I pull out and she half collapses on the bed. She turns onto her back as if she can read my mind. I get between Jen's thighs and my cock finds its way deep into her twat. We're sticking together now, as I slow down. I'm getting close again and want to feel this woman fuck as long as I can.

Jen is caressing my hair, wiping the sweat away and whispering for me to cum. To make us both cum. My slow strokes are becoming more and more deliberate as I near the edge. I feel Jen's tits against my chest, nipples hard and hot. Jen wraps her legs around me and locks her ankles. 

"I'm cumming, don't stop!!" Jen cries. The combination of the heat in her thighs as they encircle me and her look as she orgasms against me, sends me over the edge. I thrust once, twice; and on the third stroke I cum like never before. We both groan in ecstasy as we hold each other. I can feel Jen's pussy gripping my cock and I bury my face in her tits. We both drift off asleep. When I wake up the next morning she's gone. We meet upstairs in the kitchen and exchange nervous 'good mornings' in front of the kids. After breakfast, while they are engrossed in cartoons, Jen hugs me and grabs me by the crotch. 

"I hope this gets you off your ass and gets you out in search of that girlfriend" she says. "Fuck her like that and she's yours. But in the meantime, if the opportunity arises, save some of that loving for your old Aunt Jen!!" 



Screwing Mum's Hot Friend



Ed sat in his room. Eighteen and a big strapping lad. A decent bloke. Just not decent enough for a hot girlfriend. He didn't even want a tall, hot blonde - that wasn't his style. He was more about the bigger lady, someone with something to hold, a pretty face, red-haired, pale skin and freckles .... and a huge rack! After all he was 18.

What made it worse was that his mum's best friend was over and he'd been banished to his room. That was cool, he hit the internet and found his favourite sites. Up popped image after image of big beautiful women. He narrowed the search finding his ideal set of pics. His cock twitched as the images fed into his mind. But where he really wanted to be was downstairs.

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"He just hasn't found the right girl yet." Jinny said to her friend. Kate had been complaining that Ed just wouldn't get out there and find someone.

"Problem is, I think he has" Kate replied, "but you're not going to like it"

"try me"

"I've noticed the way he looks at you, Jinny, I think he's got a crush on you. And I spotted some of the things he's been looking up online through the crack in his door once. Jinny, they look just like you. Hot redheads, big tits..."

"I'm flattered" replied Jinny, a twinkle in her eye "and has he chosen one yet?"

They giggled at the expense of Ed as a thought began to wash over Jinny's mind.

She wasn't married, in fact she had no attachments and liked it that way. She had guys she could call on, some married, some not who would come at a moment's notice to satisfy her. There were even a few of her girlfriends who she'd been with. 

"Kate, maybe I could give Ed what he wants. You know he's into girls like me, and, well, he's hot..."

"Well, this must be a first, actually asking someone if you can screw a guy. Hey, look, I love him but the boy needs pussy and he's obviously into you. Tell me you've noticed him checking you out!"

"Would I be saying this if I hadn't?"

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Ed came trudging down the stairs. Maybe they wanted him to dash out and grab more wine for them. He opened the lounge door to find just Jinny and two glasses of wine. She handed him one and told him that his mum had popped out but that she didn't think it was fair for him to be up there alone.

She passed him the glass of wine but rather than pulling away continued towards him until her sizeable chest gently pushed against his. He could feel her huge mounds pressing softly against him and his cock twitched as he realised that he was being set up. And he didn't care.

He found somewhere to offload his glass and put his arms around her - as much as he could - he'd never realised her beautiful size and how dificult it would be hold her fully. By this time she'd lost her glass too and her hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt.

Ed lost it, he couldn't resist. Grabbing the opening of her V-neck blouse he ripped it apart, wild passion racing through his mind. Jinny's massive tits hung in their lacey cups before him. He'd never seen such a beautifully pale, freckly body and it was his for the taking. His first time and he was about to screw the woman of his dreams.

In a moment they were in nothing more than underwear and Jinny dug into Ed's shorts to release his raging hardon. It sprang to attention and she instantly dropped to take it deep into her mouth. Ed almost came there and then but some how resisted. Standing in the middle of his lounge with a beautiful women sucking his stiff rod down her neck was not what he'd expected but she worked every inch of his cock, head to hilt making him inconceivably harder.

As she felt him begin to pulse, tasting his delicious pre-cum she stood and brought her whole body to rest against his. Her tongue probed his mouth and he tasted his own juices on the tip of her tongue. Sending him into overdrive he ripped away her soaking wet panties and pushed her against the piano. She grasped at her enormous breasts offering them to him. He marvelled at the size and softness of the pale flesh dotted with freckles and lined with faint blue veins.

"Suck them" she said "suck on my big tits like a little boy" she demanded.

His mouth drew in the hardened nipple as he marvelled at the saucer sized areola that surrounded it, dark and sensual. She threw her head back thrusting her pussy toward his aching member but he was intent on enjoying the feast of flesh presented to him. He bit and pulled at her nipples as they became increasingly sensitive to his oral assault.

Working the huge mounds of flesh he brought her, unexpectedly, to the point of orgasm, the waves of sensual pleasure washing over her trembling body. And before she knew what was happening he spread her weakening legs and for the first time thrust his engorged member deep inside her pussy. She came instantly, shaking violently and losing hold of her breasts. Still grasping at them, he hungrily mauled the masses of shaking flesh, pushing against her and pulling her tits towards his hungry mouth. She squealed in pain and pleasure as her body pulsated again and again.

Then Ed pulled out. Before she could find her feet and get into her right mind she was being pushed over the table, her plump ass bare in front of him, her tits squashed against the table mats, and her pussy dripping, ready for his intrusion. He wasted no time and plunged deep into her creamy hole, violating her deepest, most intimate areas. He reached around to grasp a sensual purchase on her tits and pulled himself as far in as he could. Pounding deeper and deeper, grasping at flesh he came, a massive explosion deep inside her pussy. She yelped as the shots of hot, thick, creamy juice poured into her, filling her. She felt the pulses against the walls of her vagina and the shots of his cum hot against her innermost parts.

He pulled away, slumping down onto the piano stool, his cock dripping with his own juices combined with this beautiful redhead's. But Jinny wasn't finished. She turned and dropped to her knees, once more taking his cock between her lips. Working every inch of his shaft she brought him to the point of explosion one more time, and sent him over the edge. He pumped the last of his juices into her hungry gullet and slumped back against the piano. Jinny slurped every last drip of his juice into her hungry little mouth before resting back on her heels. Looking to the crack in the door she subtly winked at the proud, watching mother peeking through.



Screwing My Ex



(F/F, oral, anal, exhibitionism, violence, irrational behavior, bad cooking)

DISCLAIMER: In case the codes above are Greek to you, this is a sex story with lots of good ol' down home sex scenes. If this doesn't interest you, stop reading. If this does interest you, get some popcorn and a drink, put it aside for later, grab your partner or whatever you use when you don't have a partner, and get ready to have some fun.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Even though I use a mental condition as a story device in this tale, I do not think people should be judged by such things and readers should not assume that those who struggle with mental imbalances or social disorders would act in this manner.

It was half past ten in the morning on an early November day, and I had a surprise appointment to keep. I strode down Thirty Second Street in New York City with a purposeful stride in my gait. My clothes were chosen carefully – the dark jacket with a fur collar that Amber had always thought was so sexy and the knee length black boots with two-inch heels. She picked out both items when we went shopping once, telling me that she would always be turned on when I wore them. It was something I counted on for today.

As I walked some people occasionally looked or even leered at me. I was used to stares, mostly because people felt a six-foot tall Asian woman was some kind of oddity, but today part of it was the outfit. I felt a little rush, thinking if they only knew what was underneath this coat. Unfortunately, and all too soon, that rush was taken over by nerves. There was a part of me that knew this whole thing was insane, that I was not thinking clearly, and that if I turned around right now, headed home and took my pills, the pain and anger I was feeling might subside sooner than I thought.

But as I mentioned this was only a very small part of me thinking rationally. The rest was pure temper, a white-hot fire of rage that was saying something along the lines of,

"FUCKING ROTTEN CUNT BITCH WHORE I'M GOING TO KILL THAT STUPID WENCH AND STUFF HER INTO A TOOTHPASTE TUBE AND SQUEEZE HER OUT SLOWLYONTO A BED OF HOT COALS AND WATCH HER WRITHE IN AGONY WHILE I LAUGH!" 

Okay, so I tend to get slightly eloquent when I'm angry, probably because I've had plenty of practice. My temper is legendary among my family and friends, and some have joked that my name, Blossom, has more to do with anger rather than botany. I've been seeing psychologists ever since high school, all of them trying to help me control my rage and occasional fits of depression with varying degrees of success. Most have used medication, and at first that seemed like a great cure. But whenever I forget to take my pills the feelings come back ten times stronger than before, mixing with negative memories that fuel my rage even further, and sometimes it all leads me to do things I regret. I haven't taken my pills for several days now, and even in my current state I could tell this was shaping up to be one of those times.

"I heard you stabbed a girl once."

Amber was looking at me sitting on a toilet. We were in a lesbian club called The Litter Box, and I had just run away from a table full of friends, taking refuge in the bathroom and forgetting to close the stall door because I was so upset. Seeing her face made me realize how the dim club lighting hid her beauty. Amber stood there waiting for a response, and even though she had an easygoing air about her, I felt the weight of her stare.

"It was a long time ago," I said. "Back in high school."

The left corner of Amber's mouth came up in a half smile. "I was in high school once. Don't recall stabbing anyone."

Most stall doors are cheap shit and only stay in two positions – locked or open.

I threw the stall door so hard that it actually stuck shut. My eyes struggled to hold back the tears that came with the memories that had been dredged up. I could hear Amber's footsteps as they came up to the door.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Talking always helped me, at least with my psychiatrist. I opened the door. Amber stood there with a concerned look on her face.

"You know," I started, "my mom always said, "What goes around comes around." It was like her credo. Whenever someone did something fucked up, I could just count three seconds and mouth it right along with her 'cause she was that predictable with it." I shook my head. "I'm still waiting to see it really happen." 

The story started when I was in high school and a new girl had come to town. She was a beautiful redhead named Heather Pollard, and the moment I saw her I fell in love. Every time I passed her in the hall I felt a rush of excitement, and when I had a class with her I spent all my time stealing glances and daydreaming of being in a relationship with her. It was the kind of thing you did at fifteen when you knew in the back of your mind it would never happen, but you kept hoping and dreaming.

Then it really happened. Heather slipped me a note one day as we were leaving class. It said she had heard rumors about my sexuality and hoped they were true because she was very interested. No words could adequately describe the soar of excitement, the rushing of the blood, the lightheadedness, the feeling that I could jump over a building or run ten miles without losing steam. Bullets would have bounced off of me that afternoon. Following instructions in the note, I met Heather later that day behind a local building and we made out for a while. After that she told me her parents were going out of town for the weekend and I could stay over her place Friday night. Nothing felt real on my walk home that day. What was only a dream had quickly become reality.

When we talked on the phone Heather told me she'd had a girlfriend back home but they broke up after she left. I told her that I'd never been with anyone except myself, but apparently I'm very good because my body was always satisfied. She laughed, which sounded like musical notes to my ears, and said she couldn't wait to show me how much better it is with someone else. When I got to her place that Friday we went to her room and made out for a little while, then she asked me to strip. Heather wanted to watch me masturbate and see how good I was, so she planted herself in a chair in front of the bed. I stood and took off my clothes without ceremony and spread myself on the bed. This all felt crazy, so I sat there for a moment and soaked in the excitement, sitting naked on another girl's bed while she admired my body, about to perform a sexual act with an audience. 

With a feather light touch I started running my fingers around my breasts, letting goose bumps raise up at the sensation. I took each nipple between my thumbs and forefingers and gave a squeeze, followed by some caressing and then another pinch. Heather smiled and that sent a wave of electricity through me. My breath started to catch occasionally, and I felt a familiar tingle start to grow south of my belly button. I moved my hands away from my breasts and sent them roaming all over my body – up and down along my sides, down my crotch and over my mound, up and down my upper legs, and over my tummy until I was back up to my breasts. While I did this I sighed and moaned at the sensation, occasionally adding in the same sound I make whenever anything caramel touches my lips. 

Heather was enthralled at what I was doing. This meant the time I'd spent sitting in the library reading sex education books and surfing the Internet for lewd stories instead of doing schoolwork had been a proper redirection of my efforts. I'd have to pat myself on the back when my hands weren't so busy. Right now they were teasing my pubic hairs as I spread my legs open, for the first time displaying my most private areas to another human being who didn't have the letters 'MD' after their name.

I slid my fingers along my folds, which were already moist from the full body massage, and used my fingertips to tease the sensitive flesh. Maybe it was the excitement of the moment, or maybe it was the comfort I felt at meeting another lesbian, but I automatically said the words I usually say as soon as my hands touch my pussy. "Hello, lover." 

Heather giggled and I was suddenly aware of what I had uttered. But the smile on her face was warm and that put me at ease. Bringing one hand back up to my face as the other continued to play with my pussy, I made a show of licking the honey off of my fingertips, basically over dramatizing in the way a fifteen year-old who was doing something to impress another person would. But seeing Heather's jaw drop made me feel like I was doing it just right.

A moan came from deep within me as I slid a finger inside of myself. I could tell Heather was getting excited because she bit her lip as her legs bounced up and down and her face had a look of bottled excitement, like a ten-year-old kid on Christmas Eve. I started moving my finger in and out slowly, making a big show of it by planting my feet on the bed, leaning on my shoulders and bringing my hips up so she could see the action clearly.

"That's so cool," she said. 

The words made me soar. Ever since Heather talked about the sexual experiences she'd had with her girlfriend, I started worrying that my inexperience might hurt my chances to be with her. That's why impressing Heather became so important, and once it was accomplished I wanted to reap the reward for my efforts. Lowering my hips down to the bed, I looked at her and asked, "You want to join me?"

With a wide smile she said, "I want to see you finish yourself off. After that, I'll show you what I can do."

That spurned me on to finish quickly. I lay back, brought my fingers up to my clit and began to tease it, getting to several highs before I finally felt the big one coming. Something about Heather watching me made it so much more exciting, her eyes looking at my body like she was surveying a scrumptious desert. Our pupils met every now and then, and a wicked smile crossed her face. My climax racked my body like an earthquake, and for a moment I thought I heard something actually hit the floor.

And suddenly I realized something did hit the floor. A sound coming from the closet, followed by voices. My eyes went to the slightly open door and then to Heather. Her smile turned into a laugh, and I could feel in my gut that something was very wrong here. Before I could say anything the closet door flew open and two guys from school, Jimmy Bower and Pete Trallos, came barreling out. Pete was holding a video camera and walked straight up to the bed with it. I remember screaming, somehow grabbing most of my clothes, and running away. 

The rest of the weekend was spent in my room crying. My parents kept asking me what was wrong, but the situation wasn't exactly something I could talk to them about. Heather had totally humiliated me. I kept wondering why she did it, and what kind of person could do such a thing. Bouts of depression took turns with fits of rage, and I broke more than a few things in my room. My dad ended up calling my psychiatrist at home. After two hours she managed to calm me down, but nothing could take away the sting of what had happened. I thought it was the worst thing I'd ever experienced. How wrong I was.

Monday and Tuesday I faked sickness to avoid school, not wanting to face Heather and those two boys. But when I finally went in on Wednesday I saw Heather in the hallway, hanging out with Pete and his group. She spotted me down the hall, waved and called out, "Hello, lover!" 

I could hear the group break out in laughter as I ran away. I made it to homeroom and thought I was safe.

"Hello, lover."

The words sent a shock wave down my spine, especially when I realized it wasn't Heather, Pete or Jimmy. There were giggles around the room. Looking around to see who said it, I suddenly realized most everyone was staring at me. I took out a book and buried my face in it, trying not to cry or scream or run, wishing it would all just go away.

Later, a friend told me the video of my masturbation session had been posted on the Internet, and Pete and Heather, who were now an item, told everyone where to find it. Blind rage took over, and I don't really remember getting the knife. According to the police report I stole it from the cafeteria kitchen. 

I do remember stabbing Heather, that moment is vividly clear in my mind. As I walked up to her in the hallway, she smiled and said, "Hello, lover," again. I replied, "Goodbye bitch!" and plunged the blade into her shoulder.

"I was sentenced to juvie for a few months," I told Amber. By this time we had made our way to a coffee shop. "They took pity on me because I told them I had planned to stab her in the shoulder."

"Told them," Amber said, and then she was silent for a few moments, her eyes staring straight into mine. In a soft, shallow voice she said, "You weren't aiming for her shoulder, were you?"

I looked away. This was one of those moments I wished you could erase those parts of your past you didn't like, somehow starting over fresh, without all the mistakes you made before. "No," I said, as my voice broke slightly. "I was aiming for her heart. Blind luck, she moved at the last moment."

Suddenly I realized I had arrived at my destination. Va Vem was an exclusive clothing store on Thirty-Second that sold trendy styles to rich yuppies. I took a deep breath. Did I really need to do this? Four months since it had happened and the pain had just begun to fade. Why reopen the wound? This was a plan I had come up with the night before while drunk, and finally stopping to think about it, I realized that what I was about to do was incredibly stupid. But then I noticed what the mannequin was wearing – an outfit for a grown woman that included a plaid skirt and vest, made to look like a schoolgirl's outfit. Who's to say what's stupid?

I reached into my jacket pocket and touched the cold steel object in there. Feeling it gave me a sense of power. It made risking jail time seem worth it.

"Fuck it," I said to the mannequin like it could hear me, and walked in the door.

The whole place was done in bright white walls and hardwood floors, and as Amber had told me so many times it was devoid of customers at this early hour. Down a walkway flanked by tables and cubbyhole stands filled with clothes was a checkout counter, and behind that counter stood Amber, folding up some sweaters. I looked at her straight auburn hair that I had washed so many times in the shower, her thin, willowy arms that had embraced my body, and the full lips that caused a stir deep inside me every time I saw them. When she looked up and saw me standing halfway between her and the door, I could see the almond colored eyes that I'd stared into until I was in a trance. Amber's face started to take on a look of shock, then froze midway when she saw what I was wearing. I think her brain was having a panic attack while her eyes were saying, "Yum." 

She said, "Blossom." It was less of a statement and more of a cover for "Oh shit."

"Hey baby," I said. 

Amber slowly walked around the counter, and when she did I nearly lost it. Down below the hemline of her skirt, she wore two-inch sandals that showed off a silver anklet and toe ring combo that I'd given her. It was hard not to let anger show in my face.

She just stood there tight lipped. I realized she didn't know if I was going to punch her or take out a gun and start shooting or fall to my knees and beg for her back. I stayed silent, letting Amber's mind play through all the little scenarios of where this could go. It was mean, but she was the cause of that little sliver of my heart growing cold.

"What are...what do you want?"

I walked up to her, and as I did it was obvious she was trying not to back away. "You owe me."

"Owe you?" She tried to sound annoyed, but there was a nervous lilt to her voice that betrayed her guilt, and her fear.

I nodded. "Uh huh. You remember our little fantasy?"

She smirked. "Which one?" Less fear in her voice now.

I held out my hands, indicating the store. Amber's eyebrows raised and she started to look up. But then she realized what I meant and looked back at me with a mischievous grin and a wild look in her eyes. That look. I hadn't realized I'd missed it until that moment.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

To answer her question I opened the coat, revealing my naked body underneath. Amber's eyes went wide and her jaw fell open. She loved it when I let the exhibitionist side of me go wild, and I threw in a gold waist chain for good measure. One look told me I had her right where I wanted her. 

In three quick strides she covered the distance between the two of us. One hand came to the back of my neck and pulled my face to hers, our lips brought together in a kiss fueled by momentary lust. Her other hand went to my breast, rubbing the soft flesh and pinching between her fingers the nipple already hard from the cool air. Our tongues violently mashed together and I once again relished in Amber's taste. A year's worth of memories flooded back into my conscious mind and I felt like I could get lost in any one of them. The real reason I was here was suddenly sacrificed to the desire to have her back.

I felt safe. I had someone to lean on again, someone who would catch me when I fell, be there when I needed, give when I lacked, help when I was helpless. You never seem to realize what kind of support you gain when you're in a committed, loving relationship. Not until it's suddenly gone without your consent. The numb feeling that comes over you when you suddenly realize your safety net is gone. Back outside without a jacket, the door closed and locked and you don't have a key to get back in. Nothing but miles of empty wasteland before you and you don't know which direction to head in...suddenly I understood what my psychiatrist was telling me about being too dependant on others.

But I wasn't the only one feeling safe. Amber panicked when she first saw me, fearing the worst kind of retribution. Now thinking my intention is fun, she's relaxed and getting into it. This is the false sense of security I wanted to create for her, because in order for me to get away with this I needed her to feel safe and secure. We broke the kiss and when I looked in Amber's eyes I fell in love with her again.

"Did you know hummingbirds are the only type of birds that can fly backwards?"

Amber had asked the question without looking away from the magazine. We were in this hotel in Philadelphia, my cousin was getting married and Amber and I went down a night early. There was a small round table and chair in front of a window offering a picturesque view of the city, and the bedside radio was set to a local college station that played techno music. After taking a shower I walked out of the bathroom naked, using the towel to try to get some water from my ear. Amber was lying on the bed wearing only a baby doll T-shirt. Her bare feet were crossed and her light brown patch of pubic hair was on display. Both looked inviting.

"Why would any bird want to?"

Amber shrugged. "To get out of a bad situation?"

I turned the chair so it faced the window and sat down. "But they can't see backwards. They could fly back into another bad situation."

"Like getting another bird's beak up it's butt."

I smiled. "Doesn't sound that bad to me."

Amber tossed the magazine aside, jumped off the bed and sat in my lap. "Me neither." She wrapped her arms around me and leaned down, we shared a passionate kiss followed by some lip sucking and finally some cuddling. She turned and we stared out the window at the metropolis beyond.

Amber chuckled. "How many people you think are having sex out there right now?" 

"In the whole world?"

She shook her head. "Just where we can see."




Screwing My Ex



"Ten, thirteen maybe."

"So few?"

I sighed. "It's why the world is such a fucked up place."

Amber thought about that for a moment. Suddenly her brow furrowed and she looked at me. "Hey, wait a sec...you can't say thirteen. I asked you how many people are having sex. Thirteen is an odd number."

"I figure someone out there is masturbating. Or if they're really lucky, they're in the middle of a threesome."

We laughed, and as we did our hands began rubbing each other's bodies. Soon Amber's hands were caressing my breasts and I had one hand up her shirt and another between her legs. My fingers traced lightly along her lower lips, creating moisture among her folds and causing her to mew like a kitten.

Amber was wet enough for me to slip a finger inside of her. After a minute I was able to add another, and that caused her hips to buck. I never like using a dildo, mostly because a plastic phallus never compares to the feeling of real physical contact. Holding her against my body, I could feel her press back when she shuddered and my hand felt the muscles in her stomach move when I hit a good spot. Amber's arm stretched up behind my head where her hand caressed my hair and pulled a little when she reacted to my motions. The walls of her cunt squeezed against my fingers in response to my explorations. It's not enough for me to simply give pleasure; I get pleasure from feeling the reactions to what I'm doing.

Our mouths met and quickly began to devour each other. My other hand started sliding up and down over her clit, causing her hips to buck again. Amber moaned and that's when I started to use my fingertips on her clit, teasing her for a few minutes by driving her to near orgasm and then slowing down. Amber broke the kiss and cried out. Using my hands to elicit pleasure, being able to cause her to react, making her feel more or less by varying the speed, it all made me feel powerful, and I love the feeling of power because that means I'm in control. Being in control means everything, because that means no one could take advantage of or embarrass me. It also means I'm less likely to lose control of my emotions as well.

I decided Amber had had enough and drove her to orgasm. Her body tensed and her hips moved as her butt pressed hard against my crotch. These actions were punctuated by Amber's cries of ecstasy, each one boasting my feeling of power. With a few final shakes she collapsed limp against me, her breathing shallow and ragged.

"Good?" I asked.

"Uh," gasp, "huh."

We sat there for a few moments with the city in front of us and the music playing in the background. Finally Amber got up and pulled me to my feet, leading me over to the bed where she fell down on top of the covers and dragged me with her. We kissed for a while, our mouths and lips and tongues working to build up our passion. I got her shirt off and licked and sucked on her nipples. Eventually she rewarded me by calling out my name in the heat of the moment. Finally we flipped over and she took control. Amber licked me from head to toe, spending a few minutes on my toes, and then positioned herself between my legs. 

"Hand me the beads please."

There was a set of anal beads and a small tube of lube on the bedside table. She must have planned on getting into some fun. Amber lubed up the beads as I put a pillow under my hips. Then she spread some lube on my asshole, not so subtly slipping a finger inside and causing me to gasp. Amber giggled at my reaction, and then proceeded to slowly insert the beads in one at a time. I felt a jolt of pleasure as each bead stretched my hole, and when the last one was in she said, "Now for the fun part."

Amber kept her eyes firmly locked on mine as she rubbed her hands on the inside of my legs and licked my outer lips to get me worked up. Finally she spread me apart and ran her tongue up and down the sensitive skin, licking, sucking and nibbling until I was on the brink of orgasm. Grabbing the string with a small metal ring at the end, Amber sucked on my clit and sent me over the edge as she pulled the anal beads out of me one at a time. The sensations of her eating me out as each bead stretched my anus were fantastic. And she timed it just right too, milking my orgasm for almost as long as it took to get the last bead out. I almost felt empty when it was done, like the beads had become part of me and now my body was missing them. Amber climbed onto me and we kissed and cuddled for a while, one of those sweet and tender moments that come after sex.

Eventually we started kissing some more and that led to fondling, and fondling led to licking, and that led Amber to turn around and get us into a sixty nine. I could feel her tongue caress my clit as her fingers held me open and played with my folds. My lips sucked on hers, savoring the juice that tasted of her very essence. Then I brought my hands up and over her torso, running my fingers along the crack of her ass and teasing the outer edge of her rosebud. Dipping into her pussy in order to lubricate my digits, I moved them up and slowly pressed one into her ass. Amber elicited a moan of pleasure and slid a finger into my pussy, followed by another and soon a third, pumping them with building speed while licking and sucking on my clit. Both of us had a rhythm going, driving each other through wave after wave of stimulation, and sending shocks of pleasure through each other's bodies until we finally drove each other to another set of glorious orgasms.

I lay there, unable to move, while Amber righted herself and lay next to me. Her sweat felt cool against my skin as she leaned in and kissed me, and I could taste the mix of our juices as our tongues collided yet again. After a few minutes we settled into each other's arms. There was warm comfort in her embrace, a security I never wanted to be without. 

Suddenly, Amber said, "I love you."

I almost said, "What?" because I couldn't believe what I'd heard. Luckily I stopped myself, since that could have been taken the wrong way and a long period of explaining and soothing doubts would have ensued. Instead I looked at her and said what I really felt. "I love you too." We hugged and kissed and cuddled and the world was a wonderful place full of possibilities.

After Amber took a shower, and I took another one, we got dressed and walked from our hotel to South Street. There were bars and all kinds of places to check out. By the time we ended up in the tattoo parlor we'd both had quite a few drinks. I brought Amber to the flash art board and showed her the tattoo I'd always wanted to get – a naked devil woman complete with red skin, horns and a tail, resting on her knees and looking back with seduction in her eyes. Amber thought it was cool, but we ended up going with her suggestion, which was getting our names tattooed onto each other. 

At first I thought it was a bad idea, since most people ended up regretting such decisions, but then I also remembered thinking how my father would have called it "ghetto" to do such a thing. His contempt for others based on social class always pissed me off, which is probably why I still have a tattoo of Amber's name over a heart just below my belly button. She got a similar design with my name in the same place, and then we went to a bar to celebrate. Every round was considered "post-surgical anesthetic", and since we self-prescribed our needs there were many rounds to be had before leaving.

On the way back to the hotel we passed a theater where the show had ended and the audience was socializing outside. They looked like an uptight bunch, mostly dressed in suits and expensive gowns. After we turned the corner, Amber looked at me with the aforementioned wild look in her eyes.

"I dare you," she said, sounding out of breath with the excitement of her idea, "to streak those people!"

I stared at her, the automatic response of protest caught somewhere in my throat. I would love to blame it on the booze, but alcohol held no cause or reason in what I did. The truth is, looking into those eyes, the eyes of the girl I loved most in this world, and seeing her child-like expression of excitement, I knew I couldn't say no. To let her down would cause an emotional hurt in the deepest core of my being. I could never refuse her. If she asked me to rob a bank or beat the shit out of a biker chick twice my size I'd have done my best to make her happy. To say you don't understand this is to earn my pity, because in my opinion you're someone who has never experienced love in it's truest form.

I was excited to do it, yet as I began to take my clothes off I started to feel strange. At first I couldn't put my finger on it, like trying to recall the name of someone you recognized but couldn't place. But when I saw Amber watching me with a glint in her eye it hit me – this is the first bit of exhibitionism I'd done since Heather got me to strip and masturbate. For a moment I almost stopped because it scared me. Here I was once again taking my clothes off and performing an act in order to gain someone else's approval and also for their amusement. Was I setting myself up again? No, that couldn't be the case this time, since Heather had played me from the beginning, using the promise of a relationship to trick me into getting something for her, while Amber is my girlfriend already, and I know the only thing she's looking to do is satisfy her own wacky sensibilities. That's fine by me.

Once I finished stripping a bolt of excitement coursed through my body. I was naked, outside, in the middle of a city. Feeling the cool air on every inch of my skin sparked something primal in me, and suddenly I wanted to be nude outside all the time.

"Go for it!" Amber yelled, and our combined excitement sent me sprinting around the corner. Despite bare feet masking my approach, some of the theatergoers spotted me before I reached them and I heard a combination of gasps and laughs. I bumped into a few bodies as I ran through, and even felt one hand grab at me. Before I knew it I was past them and coming up on the corner. The plan was for Amber to circle around the block and meet me with my clothes. That was the plan, but not what happened.

As I rounded the building I slammed into someone, a person way too heavy to be Amber. It was a cop. His partner was standing next to him, and both of them stared at me for a moment. 

"Well this ought to be quick," the female partner said. "We don't have to search her."

As I felt the cuffs snap around my wrists, I looked up the street and saw Amber's head peek around the corner. I wasn't sure, but for a moment I thought she was smiling. Later, after she bailed me out of jail, Amber said she had seen the cops before I came but didn't think there was anything she could do. I told her claiming that someone had just stolen her dog and ran "that way" would have been a good way to distract them. The "oh yeah" that came after my suggestion didn't help much.

The cops pulled me away and walked me back past the theater crowd. They clapped and hooted and whistled at my arrest. Someone yelled, "That's what you get!" Once again I was publicly humiliated.

The changing rooms in Va Vem were six large cubes with heavy curtains for doors and wide wooden benches for sitting. There were handrails on each wall, put there after a lawsuit that demanded handicapped assistance, and a narrow mirror that only worked for people size two or below. Of course the handrails weren't the big, round aluminum ones you usually see, a trendy store wouldn't do that. These were thin ornate metal ones painted black, not very good for someone having to lean all their body weight against their hand. Can't let convenience get in the way of style.

"You're boss not here today?" I asked as the memory of Philadelphia pushed my feelings about Amber back into the hate column. 

"You forget so quickly," she said. "I've told you she's never in before noon. Party girl, remember?"

I smiled. "So it's just you and me, all alone." My hand fingered cold metal in my pocket again, and the feeling of power returned.

Amber grabbed me by the coat and dragged me into one of the rooms. Pulling me close, she engaged a quick kiss and said, "If a customer comes in, they can take what they want."

She yanked my coat off and tossed it onto the bench. It landed with a thud, the sound of something heavy striking the wood bench, certainly not what you'd expect from a piece of cloth. Amber stopped and looked at it, turning back to me with a curious look on her face. "What the hell are you carrying in there?"

I smiled and tried to play it off. "Now who forgets so quickly? That little metal Buddha I got from my grandfather. Never go anywhere without it, remember?" But I really did leave without it, and I started to wonder if that meant bad luck.

The curious look went away. "Never going to change, are you?"

"There's comfort in old habits," I said. It almost sounded sinister, even though I didn't intend for it to, but Amber just smiled and pulled me in for another kiss. She started unbuttoning her blouse from the top down and I started helping her from the bottom up. Underneath she wore a lacy peach bra that I normally would have taken a moment to admire, but the passion of the moment took away any meaning for it beyond something in my way and I discarded it quickly. I did take a moment to admire Amber's breasts, two beautiful melon shaped globes with small brown areolas. My body leaned forward, almost bowing to their presence, as my tongue traced along where the brown met white skin. Amber let out a breath, her hand going to the side of my head, caressing me as my tongue caressed her. Fingertips ran along the outside of my ear as my tongue zeroed in on her nipple, flicking the stiff skin until she begged me to suck on it. I granted her wish, and as I did Amber's hand moved down to my own breast, caressing and squeezing, pinching and rolling, working her magic that I have longed for these past months.

We traded positions, allowing Amber's mouth to feast on my breast while I caressed her tit. Giving each other mutual pleasure was what we always did best. It was something I'd learned from another ex, who told me that the best sex is always shared. Amber easily picked up the philosophy, probably because sharing herself was never a problem.

She finished both my tits and came back to my face for more kissing. While we did that Amber took off her skirt and tossed it. Underneath she wore a pair of V-string panties, and I slid my hands around to her naked butt and started caressing it. She moaned in my mouth and I swear I felt the heat from her passion flowing into me.

Finally I pushed Amber away and pulled her into a sitting position on the bench. Keeping close to my jacket was important. I got to my knees, pulled off her panties, and received a surprise from my ex-girlfriend. There was a different tattoo where my name had once been; it was now a large green unicorn. Amber must have realized why I stopped. "I guess you didn't get yours covered over."

"No," I said, "It's still there."

Anger started welling up in the pit of my stomach, but I stopped it from getting out of control. Things were going so well with my plan, I didn't want to screw it up now. I avoided saying anything else, just spread her legs gently and returned to her. My nostrils picked up on her musky scent like a favorite memory from childhood while my tongue found moisture in her folds and soaked in it. I licked the delicate skin and savored in the ability to make her purr. 

Centering on her clit, my tongue flicked and caressed and made Amber respond in grunts and gasps. I dragged a finger through her lips, giving her other sensations to enjoy while I did this. Finally I brought my finger to Amber's entrance and slowly slid it inside of her. A long moan came from her mouth. I let the finger sit for a moment, occasionally wiggling it to tease her about what was coming next. When I was sure she was ready for it I started pumping, slowly gliding in and out of her until I built up a steady pace.

Amber's hands were on my head, her fingers weaving through my hair as they caressed my scalp. I felt like they were urging me on, almost like a cheering section, pushing me towards giving her a climax. I upped my speed and made it happen, her body going rigid as she gripped my hair and cried out loud, then slowly releasing her grip on me as she went limp and leaned back. Her breathing was heavy but slowing as she said, "That was great."

But I wasn't done yet. I pulled my finger out as my tongue licked all over her pussy, bathing in her juice and keeping myself worked up. When I heard her start to moan again I knew she was ready, and before she could say anything I slid my tongue inside her. Amber let out a sharp cry, indicating I'd succeeded in surprising her. The warm embrace of her pussy on my tongue was heaven, and I would have loved to keep it there, but I needed to keep Amber happy too and so I started working it in and out, fucking her. 

"Oh my, this is, is...oh," was the most she could say during this time. I kept it up for a while, at least until my mouth started getting sore from staying open for so long. Finally I pulled out my tongue and replaced it with two fingers, giving my mouth a break. As I did this, I positioned my other hand under her pussy, sliding the fingers along her butt crack. Amber said, "Yes," indicating that she knew where I was going. I teased her rosebud with my index finger, getting it ready for an invasion. Amber cried out and I knew she was about to cum, so just as she did I pressed my finger into her ass. That caused her to buck wildly and my hands had to move with her. 

I could see the sweat glisten on her forehead, and Amber seemed so much more passionate and wild than when we'd had sex before. At first I thought maybe she'd learned something new since we parted ways, or maybe the girl I hear she's shacking up with is someone who can really bring out the beast in her. But then I realized this is just the two of us having sex, like it was before. Deep down I'd always blamed myself for not keeping her happy, but maybe it's not who Amber's with that does it for her. Maybe it's what she shouldn't be doing that turns her on.

"My, my, aren't you a hottie."

Those were the first words Amber said upon being introduced to me. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with that kind of reaction, but since she was sitting next to her girlfriend at the time it made things slightly uncomfortable. 

We were at a party, given by my friend Kaye at the apartment she shared with her girlfriend Maggie. To know the two of them you would never think that they could work as a couple. Kaye has always reminded me of Katherine Hepburn, carrying a social elegance and grace matched with a fiercely independent attitude and a mouth that will tell you where you can stick it. She has curly, shoulder length brown hair and looks as good in jeans and a T-shirt as she does in a dress, one of those people that clothes always seem to hang off of just right. Maggie is just the opposite. With her jet-black hair, piercings, tattoos and seemingly endless wardrobe of punk rock shirts, black jeans and combat boots, she has hard case written all over her. But most of the time she's pretty quiet and subdued, and the few times we've had the chance to talk I got the impression she has a good head on her shoulders. I also found out there's more to her than meets the eye. Despite her appearance I was surprised to learn she's a chemical engineer and also earns some extra money playing violin in a four string quartet. What's really important about her is that in the eight months that they've been together, I've never seen Kaye so happy. 

When I arrived at the apartment I noticed three women I'd never seen before. The first was an absolute knockout with long blonde hair and the most luscious lips I'd ever seen. Maggie introduced her as Michelle, a friend from college that was staying with them for a while. Kaye had told me over the phone that she'd had her first threesome the other night with Maggie and Michelle. I was very jealous, but apparently I wasn't the only one because the whole night Kaye was giving Michelle a very cold attitude. Suddenly I realized that she could be worried about losing Maggie to such a beauty.




Screwing My Ex



The other two new faces were sitting on the couch. Mandy was a soft butch in her early thirties with dark hair cut pageboy style and a pair of eyes that were made for the description "shifty". The other woman I've already described, because her name was Amber. I assumed they were a couple because Mandy had one arm around Amber's shoulder and a hand on her leg. Amber didn't seem to mind. I noticed how Mandy seemed to keep physical contact with Amber no matter how she moved. When Amber leaned forward to hear my friend Samantha talk, Mandy moved the arm behind her to keep a hand on Amber's back. When Amber sat back, Mandy put her arm around Amber like she was claiming territory.

A little while later I ran into Kaye in the kitchen. "Where do you know Mandy and Amber from?"

"You know those college Alumni meetings I go to?"

I smiled. "Kaye, those aren't Alumni meetings, they're excuses to go to a bar."

Kaye shrugged. "I met Amber at one. She graduated two years ago, moved here and wanted to meet new people."

"You notice anything funny about Mandy?"

"Other than the fact that she can't keep her hands to herself?" Kaye scrunched up her shoulders and made a face. "Ugh, creepy. I can't stand clingy women."

"This coming from a someone who talks about her girlfriend like she's better than chocolate."

"Maggie is certainly not better than chocolate." Kaye said. Then she was quiet, and I waited for it. Her face betrayed the effort of trying to prevent her mouth from saying anything else. It didn't last long. "She's as good as chocolate, because nothing is better than chocolate." 

I laughed, but noticed Kaye looked like she was holding back tears. I put an arm around her. "Is it Michelle?" 

"Mostly," she said.

"Do you want to talk?"

Kaye shook her head. "No."

"Do you want to help me drop a couch on Michelle?"

Kaye laughed. "No."

"Want to get blind drunk and moon people?"

Kaye hesitated. "Probably, but later."

I gave Kaye a hug and then helped her burn hors d'oeuvres. As I brought them around to people I ran into Maggie and mentioned what Kaye had said about her and chocolate, hoping that might help if she was having any thoughts of straying. Even though I didn't know Maggie that well, I didn't want to think she was capable of it

Soon the party was going full swing. There was plenty of drinking, a little drug abuse, and a bathroom that served as a revolving door for encounters. Some of those encounters were between people who had never met before, others were between people in a relationship, and a few were a dangerous mix of the two. It made waiting to pee a little exciting.

I was doing just that when the door opened and a lone guy came out. No excitement there. I went in and had the door almost shut when a hand stopped it. Before I had a chance to say anything Amber slipped in. She turned to me with a pack of cigarettes in her hand.

"You mind?" she said with a twinge of hurt puppy in her voice. "I'm really jonesing and Mandy will go nuts if she sees me having one."

I smiled. "No problem." Amber smiling back at me was like finding out everything was right with the world. I pointed at the toilet. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Nothing I don't do everyday."

I pulled down my panties and did my business. At one point I looked up and noticed Amber staring at me like she was contemplating something. Then again maybe she was just staring into space and mentally making her grocery list. When she gave a slight smile I knew it was the former. Amber blew smoke out of her nostrils and I suddenly felt very self-conscious. She smiled and said, "Tell me something interesting about yourself."

I thought about it and then shrugged. "I collect hunting knives."

"You don't look like the hunting type."

"That's because I don't."

A wry smile crossed her face, like she was enjoying this. "Then why do you collect them?"

"It's the feeling they give me."

When I got up and flushed Amber walked over to me. "I'm sorry," she said while holding up her pack of cigarettes, "I didn't offer you one."

"Thanks." I pulled one from the pack and stuck it in my mouth, but before I could get out my lighter Amber struck a match and held it up. Our eyes locked as I put my face forward, the match setting fire to the cigarette between us. When I pulled back Amber kept the match held up, letting it burn down until it was just on top of her fingertips. With a second to spare she blew it out.

I let out some smoke and our eyes found each other again through the haze. Suddenly Amber took a step towards me, closing the space between us to a few inches. The power of her intention was almost palatable. Maybe it was the booze, or the fact that I couldn't stand Mandy's clingy nature, or the fact that I'd been catching glances from Amber all night, but I didn't stop her. 

We stood there staring at each other. Soon tension became anticipation. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and said, "So..."

Suddenly Amber shoved her face into mine and we were kissing passionately. I'd been single for a while, quite a while actually, and had almost forgotten how good kissing feels. It all came back – the softness, the wetness, and the odor of saliva on skin. My hands moved up her stomach and settled on her breasts, and I could feel her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. Just as I gave a gentle squeeze someone pounded on the bathroom door. Amber jumped back. We could hear laughter and the voices of people we didn't know, but the moment was lost. Amber smiled and I opened the door and we walked out.

The next morning I felt like shit, and that had nothing to do with a hangover. It wasn't that I didn't like the kiss; in fact, I loved the kiss. Thinking about it made me warm and fuzzy and excited in all the right places. What made me feel like shit about it was the fact that I let it happen. No, I wanted it to happen. Amber was a taken girl, very taken by Marcy's standards, and I had never thought of myself as the kind of girl that kisses another girl's girl, especially when the girl's other girl is in the same building. I think I just confused myself.

I wasn't sure why I did what I did. Part of it I blamed on the long stretch since my last sexual encounter, and the even longer one since my last girlfriend. I also blamed it on Amber's allure, something about her was just intoxicating. A combination of her look and the way she carried herself that made the air around her seem like it could combust at any moment. I wanted to put some of it on Marcy for being so annoying, but I knew that shouldn't matter. I also wanted to give Amber some credit for initiating the kiss, but I knew that shouldn't matter either. In my book other people are going to do what they're going to do because that's their choice. What I do is my choice, because I only have control over me. I didn't break the kiss or push Amber away, telling her I was flattered but what we were doing wasn't right. Deep down I knew I didn't want to do any of that. Even worse, right now I wanted to kiss her again. 

What I needed was someone to talk to, a friend from whom I could get advice and support. Unfortunately I couldn't call any of them. Sure, there are a few who could have related to my situation because they would have done the same thing, but sans the guilt, which is exactly what I didn't want to hear. And as much as I wanted Kaye's thoughtful, intelligent advice, I knew that right now wasn't the time. There was this sinking feeling in my gut that she was going through something similar, except she was on the Mandy side of the equation. Any advice would be tainted with her personal problem, not to mention the fact that I'd get read the riot act for being a Michelle. 

So I decided to handle it myself, and myself decided to let it go. I would lift all the guilt of my actions, and inactions, off of my shoulders. I allowed two last minutes to feel bad about the situation, and then just forgave myself and moved on. But the get-out-of-jail-free card came with a price, and that price was letting go of my desires to be with Amber again. I couldn't think about her, try to contact her, or masturbate about her. If we ran into each other again I would be polite, sociable, and completely immune to her charms. No more lip locking, saliva swapping or melon picking. I was Amber-free and Amber-proof. 

This all worked wonderfully. Right up to the next moment I saw her.

That moment was a few days later at The Litter Box. Amber showed up solo, and she squeezed between my friend Margaret and I even though there was a free seat across the table. We started talking, and everyone and everything else just melted away. Not far into conversation she dropped the fact that she and Mandy were having relationship trouble. A few minutes later she laughed and clapped at something I said, and as she put her hands down one of them rested on my leg. At that moment someone could have started shooting in the club and I wouldn't have noticed or cared. I was too busy starting up the internal war between what I wanted and who I wanted to be. This was an opportunity to be one or the other, but I didn't know which way to go.

My eyes happened to be looking at the door when I noticed Kaye walking in. I started to wave, but when I saw the look on her face I excused myself from Amber. Kaye didn't walk towards the table; instead she went straight to the bar and ordered three shots of vodka.

"You okay?" I asked as I walked up.

She downed the first shot. "No."

"Want to talk about it?"

She downed the second shot. "No."

"Planning on killing Michelle?"

Kaye had been lifting the third shot to her lips as I asked. She hesitated for a moment, the rim of the shot glass just barely an inch from her mouth, the heat from her breath fogging up the side of the glass. 

"No," she said, and then downed the shot.

"Good," I said. "From now on I'm just going to hand you a questionnaire. It'll save me some time."

Kaye turned and leaned against the bar. "Tell me something. Do you think that there's a person out there, someone you'd be willing to...to throw everything away for? Someone you'd be willing to risk everything that's important to you?"

I could tell the alcohol was having an effect on her. But Kaye's questions also made me think. Looking over at the table, my eyes focused on Amber. I stared at her for a few moments before I answered.

"Yes," I said. No question about it now I realized, no doubts or second thoughts or guilt. And fuck Mandy and whatever sob story comes later. I was going for it.

When I turned back to Kaye she was already gone, just disappeared without me noticing, and little did I know that it was the last I would see of her for a long time. A few days later I found out she just up and moved away to another city, and when I spoke to her on the phone she said something about wanting to find more challenging work. Kaye teaches sixth graders, how much more challenging could that be?

At the time I didn't know where she had gone, and I was worried about how she was behaving, so I started back towards the table to see if she was there and suddenly realized I had problems of my own. Amber was talking to Julie, an ex of mine who has a big mouth, a small heart, and inhibitions that are nowhere to be found. Before I knew what she was like, I made the mistake of telling Julie about my Slasher Movie history in high school. Amber was getting an earful about me, and more than likely she wouldn't be interested by the time Julie was done talking. There went everything.

I stood there frozen, the rage building up inside of me. I was angry with Julie, but even angrier with yours truly for not jumping in when the opportunity presented itself. Now it was lost forever.

"Blossom, you okay?" Margaret asked when she noticed me standing there. Suddenly everyone from the table, including Julie and Amber, were staring at me. I ran.

Amber had me bent over and legs spread, her fingers pistoning in and out of my pussy while her tongue rimmed my asshole. The bench I was kneeling on was made of long pieces of wood with spaces in-between, which made it very uncomfortable. But I could see the two of us in the mirror on the opposite wall, and it turned me on so much to see us having sex that the uncomfortable pain was bearable.

Pulling her fingers out of my pussy, Amber moved them to my clit and started playing with it as her tongue pressed into my anus. I pinched my nipples as the velvet of her tongue moved inside of me, going in and out and around my sensitive rosebud, and when she increased the speed of her fingers on my clit it all drove me to one of the best orgasms I could ever remember.

After a few moments of repositioning, we lay together on the bench, breathing heavily as we were coming down, Amber leaning against me, my jacket just inches away from our heads. I started to reach towards it when Amber asked, "So, how are your folks?"

The simple pleasantry of the question after such an intimate act caused me to burst out laughing. Amber laughed too, and I realized she'd done it to lighten the situation, trying to keep us from talking about more unpleasant things. "They're good. Driving each other crazy as usual."

"Yeah, but they're happy around each other. Always wanted to know how they did that."

Her words struck a memory in me. "You know, you never talked about your parents. Every time I tried to bring them up you'd change the subject or get pissed off at me. Why was that?"

Amber sighed. I looked over and noticed that her eyes were closed and a hand was at her forehead. "Do we need to talk about this now?"

I shrugged. "As good a time as any."

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I had a teacher once tell me that fathers are important. Always thought that was funny he never thought mothers were important too. All I had was my dad. Mom ran out somewhere early on, I never got the whole story on that one."

"Your dad never re-married?"

"I'm not sure he was married to my mom in the first place. Probably her luck, he wasn't really the marriage type." She snorted. "Not the relationship type either. He had a problem breaking up with women."

"He didn't want to hurt them."

Amber chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah. So he devised this system, I guess. He'd start seeing the next one before he broke up with the last one." She looked at me. "That usually sent the message. Guy was a bastard."

I stared at Amber, completely at a loss for words. Apparently no one ever taught her irony.

"I thought you had a gyno appointment!"

Amber blurted out the statement as she pulled the covers over her naked body. It wasn't a completely ironic action. Even though I'd seen her without clothes plenty in the past year and a half of our relationship, for the first time I was seeing her really naked. 

The blonde Amber was laying on top of before I walked into the room leaned up on her elbows. "Well ain't this a bitch," she said. Amber must have met her at the gym. The muscles in her arms and torso spoke of hours of weightlifting and if the deep voice wasn't natural it was definitely a result of steroid use.

"It got cancelled," I said, then turned and stormed out. Amber didn't even try to chase me. When I came back to the apartment later she had taken all her stuff. Not even a note to try and explain.

I spent the next four months in a rut. Go to work, come home, watch TV, read, go to sleep. Wake up and repeat. There were two one-night stands somewhere in there, but neither one felt worthy of pursuing. They say time heals all wounds, but mine just seemed to keep getting worse. I was in love with Amber, and that love deepened the more time we spent together and the more memories we created. Those feelings weren't going away overnight, and added with the sting of betrayal, it was tearing my insides apart. The more time went on the worse I felt.

This all led up to last night when I went out with my friend Mitch, who told me a night out would make things better. He brought me to a place called Snips to see a few bands play. It was the kind of dive every local band plays - two small rooms, one with a bar and the other with a small stage that barely fit the drum kit, basically a place for people to take up space for a cover charge. Mitch spent most of his nights there while his days were filled with one part time job at a supermarket and another part time job running numbers for a local bookie. While Mitch is no brain surgeon, he's exactly the type of person you want to be with when you're just looking for mindless entertainment.

The band on the stage was called Carcass Crowd Surfers, and they were the worst band I'd ever heard in my life. They played heavy metal, which I'm not a fan of in the first place, but these guys somehow managed to make it worse. Their sound was somewhere between shredding an iron with a hand grater and stepping on the tail of a goat. I stepped up the pace of my drinking just to outrun the headache that was building from my ears inward.

At one point Mitch asked me, "So how's the post-Amber recovery going?"

"I woke up today and thought about killing myself before breakfast."

Mitch stared at me. "So why didn't you?"

"My cat."

He smiled. "Didn't want her to lose her mommy?"

"I didn't want her to take a shit on my face afterwards. Not the way I want to be remembered."

"Huh, at least it's a way to be remembered." Mitch leaned over to me. "You know what," he said breathing whisky fumes towards my face. "I'm going to open a place like this, but I'm going to call it The Shit Hole. Might as well call something what it is."

When I got home I realized I'd had a horrible time and decided to finish the night on some kind of up note. Looking for something to help pleasure myself, I went to the drawer where I keep all my sex toys. There were vibrators, clit stimulators, a pair of handcuffs, a set of vaginal beads, a set of anal beads, a tube of lube, nude pictures of ex-girlfriends, and, sitting at the bottom of all this, a hunting knife.

I shut the drawer quickly and sat on the bed. How the hell had the knife gotten in there? Did I put it there? I must have, because it wasn't there last week. At least I don't think it was there last week. I tried to remember the last time I had my knives out. Two days ago, I was sharpening them. Later that night I went through a fit of anger about Amber, realized I'd been off my pills the whole day. Anger flooded back into my brain as all the thoughts I'd had during the fit came back, all the pain and embarrassment and heartache. Then I remembered the letter I'd received the other day, and suddenly I knew leaving the knife in there was no accident. It was meant to remind me of something. 

I got up and walked over to the drawer, opened it, and said, "You're just what I need." 

Lying on the bench, I held Amber close to me. My eyes settled on her neck and I could see it move with her heartbeat. I could feel my own heart beating heavily in my chest and imagined they were beating in sync. I used to think we were one like that. We were a permanent, constant part of nature and nothing could break us up. We simply existed together, unable to exist apart.

Without looking at me, Amber sighed and said, "I miss this."

It was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly every scrap of anger inside of me coalesced and brought back the monster. She missed this? Missed it! She's the one who fucked it up! And the way she said it...like we had some amicable parting of the ways! Hell, even if we argued our way into a breakup. She fucked someone else!

I needed to hurt her. She had to feel my pain, the searing, hateful pain that had torn my heart into pieces and left me feeling like a hollow version of what I once was. Suddenly I remembered how dangerous the world felt again once she'd left, how alone I felt. When you're with someone you've grown as a person, and when they break up with you suddenly all that growth is whisked away. It's like getting a third arm and then having it cut off. Okay, these examples are getting a little disgusting, back to the revenge.




Screwing My Sister-In-Law



When I was younger I used to go visit my sister at her home. Her name was Shaista. My parents would send me there often since she lived so close. Sometimes I would be all alone with her for the entire afternoon. I was a fairly good-looking kid so most of the women in my family loved me but most especially my sister-in-law Shaista. She was always happy to see me whenever I came over. She loved my boyish face a lot, and she would always say how cute I was. 

My attraction to her was also enhanced because of her great personality. She was extremely nice a very friendly and personable person. I always liked her because of that and because she was always so kind and friendly toward me. We used to talk about everything together. 

I had a friend who lived in my sister's house. He was her husband's nephew (his elder brother's son) but that was not my real motivation for going to visit. In fact, I couldn't care less about him. He was just a stupid kid, only interested in games. For me he was just an excuse to go visit my sister-in-law and admire her beauty. Shaista was the most graceful woman I had ever seen. I was a skinny little boy when I was nineteen, which is when this incident happened. Shaista, my Bhabhi (sister-in-law), had four wonderful children; three sons aged 14, 10, and 7 and a young daughter, only six months old. 

Shaista was not a ravishing beauty but she had been a beautiful woman. In all, she was a typical middle-class, middle-aged Indian woman. She was a dark, and somehow sensuous, big woman. Her face was oval with dark toned color, large black eyes, thin lips and a tiny mole on her upper lip that looked so nice. My sister had a vivacious personality and a spectacular body. She made no pretensions about trying to be a diet-conscious, trim lady; nor was she a frail teenager. She was a natural middle-aged lady who was not underplaying her age or the maturity that came with it. 

She was a little heavy but had a tantalizing round ass and an adorable face. In all, she was a typical middle-class, middle-aged Indian woman. She was big, soft and cuddly: a Big Beautiful Woman. She was short; her head would only reach to a little below my shoulder now. I would say she was 5'-5" at most, but also she was fine all around. Her chest was very ample and welcoming. Her arms were twice as thick as my arms and her thighs were gracefully large. 

My sister had a rather unique body. Despite being short in stature she had huge, wonderful tits. Her hips were wide and curvy. She had the shape of a typical Indian middle-aged woman, but it was really her ass that got my attention. It was perfect; so round and proportionate with the rest of her. I often hung back in the house, just to watch her walk. Her butt swung around, especially when she was walking. She was exactly my kind of woman, all woman. I enjoyed my visits there, if only to see Shaista Bhabi walking around. 

I could not help myself; all I could think about was what she would look like without the clothes that she was wearing. In my imagination my fantasies went even further than that. I imagined the kind of absolute pleasure it would be to have her on top of me, slowly penetrating her, sinking my cock into those folds, my slim body surrounded by the rich elegance of my sister's curves. I could have buried my entire body between those wide hips. Looking back on my teen years, I could have been so much more sexually active, knowing now how desirable I really was back then! She was object of my secret desire. But I was trying so hard to be a good boy for her. 

It often seemed to me that Shaista and my cousin were having marital problems. I think it was because my cousin was much older than Shaista. She was just out of school when they got married. My cousin was a nice man, but it didn't seem like he cared about their marriage. In our culture men never think about women, and they think that women have no desire for sex. 

It all began rather innocently; the first time it happened I was eighteen. I was there at her home while she was feeding her daughter. One huge breast was bare while she was feeding her. I was in shock, as I had never seen a woman's bare breast and I couldn't believe someone could be so outrageous. My eyes were stuck to her breast; it was so creamy I thought she was full of milk. I licked my dry lips, trying not to groan. I knew it was really indecent to look but I couldn't help myself. I was at that age when anything sexual really caught my attention. Even a photo of a woman's breast was enough to get me to cum in a short amount of time. 

The view my Bhabi was offering me here was rich. Her ample, naked breast was making me hard and uncomfortable. I enjoyed the sight of her nude breast but I was also trying not to look lecherous. I had to control myself because I really felt like licking that overflowing breast. She couldn't see me and so I stared at them for few minutes like a complete pervert. It was like I was seeing my Bhabhi for the first time. I still can't explain it but she looked completely different to me. I couldn't stop myself from wishing it was my mouth instead. My cock was hard now and I hoped that Shaista Bhabhi wouldn't catch me. 

This amount of unwitting and unplanned voyeurism was enough to make me feel as though I wanted to grab her and fuck her hard. I wished I had her breasts in my mouth. I wanted to take Bhabhi's nipples in my mouth and suckle her breasts. I wanted to grab both her tits in my hands. I came back to my senses when Bhabhi noticed my persistent staring, and my beautiful sister quickly covered herself but not fully. Little was left to exposed to my eyes, although I could tell she was still hiding a lot inside of her dress. It was like a bell went off in my head. "I've got to find a way to fuck that woman," I said to myself. Her half breast was still in my gaze, while she laughed out a sort of embarrassed, "Oh you!" 

She didn't care much about what had just happened and continued to feed her daughter in front of me. She was looking at me with a foxy smile on her face, and she didn't stop feeding. It was at that time that I first realized just how beautiful she really was. The sight of her breasts fascinated me. At night, I held my cock in my palm, my fingers stretched along the length of it and rubbing ever so delicately. And then I closed my eyes, imagining what I was doing to Shaista Bhabhi. Unable to control myself, I sighed whispering loudly bhabhi's name, "Shaista." I would come quickly, spurting hard into my own hand, imagining it was Shaista Bhabhi 's cunt. 

That night, I couldn't sleep until I had relived those few minutes I enjoyed my sister breasts. In bed under the sheets, I couldn't stop myself from masturbating, images of Shaista Bhabhi obsessing my imagination, fuelled by my strong souvenirs of that interlude, which seemed so long ago but so fresh in my memory. After that incident I casually followed her whenever she was feeding. I went to sleep thinking about her. I woke up thinking about her. When I awoke, I was hard again -- for Shaista Bhabhi. Shaista Bhabhi, the object of my eternal desire, though I knew that was remote from reality, young and fanciful as I was. 

I was crazy! Crazy for my older sister Shaista Bhabhi! Crazy in love, crazy in lust, I couldn't tell which, but I knew I wanted her more then I ever wanted anything in my life!

She noticed my glances since that day when I had seen her feeding her baby. I couldn't help sneaking lustful looks at her every time she was around. I know my Bhabhi caught me looking at her a number of times, and even though I would just about die of embarrassment, she always smiled and gave her dark oily hair a toss, as if to say, "look at me some more!" Don't get me wrong; I am in love with my Bhabhi, and of course I felt guilty at first about my sudden interest in my sister, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. 

I suppose that was the first time I realised that I had really strong feelings for my sister but I'm not sure when I actually began looking at her in a sexual way. It may have been from the day I saw feeding her baby or it may have been before then, but she had me ogling her and having impure thoughts in no time at all. From Shaista Bhabhi's side, there was only a small change in all this, but it was a very important change. When I was at her home, she occasionally touched me. It was almost nothing, but it made my heart leap and my already hard cock jerk too. 

At first, she seemed oblivious to my sudden attraction, but after we spent more and more time together, it started to look like she was going out of her way to get my attention. I began to notice many times that she was flirting with me. 

I realized that Shaista, my Bhabhi, had become the lady of my dreams and I these urges to see more of my beautiful Bhabhi grew stronger. She was always throwing herself at me, flirting with me at every opportunity, telling me in a suggestive manner that her husband and she did not have a good relationship. When a sexy, mature Bhabhi is putting herself on a plate for you the way Shaista Bhabhi was with me, well, I would have had to be an angel to resist. 

I secretly wanted Shaista to notice my hard-on, so obviously sticking out through my shilwar. I was completely fascinated by her luscious, superbly feminine body, and when she was around I couldn't stop staring at her. Whenever she walked I always had to tear my eyes away from her ass as it swayed delightfully from side to side. 

I always thought, "How big are those breasts? How nice and wide her hips are! How much flesh she has down there; how soft and tight her flesh would be!" I fantasized about having those great thighs wrapped around my head or fucking that great ass. It bothered me at first that she was my sister but those thoughts soon faded. My physical attraction to her was too natural and too real and I couldn't deny it. 

She was more graceful than any other woman in our family, or any others that I have met. Her presence always excited me sexually. I sensed that she felt the same in my presence. I wanted to lick and suck those breasts so badly. I wanted to adore them. I could almost feel their rich texture melting under my tongue. I spent more time trying to find excuses to be around her as much as possible. 

She was a mature woman who had a lot of experience. Soon she noticed my frequent stares and frequently displayed coy glimpses of her cleavage. She would often bend over before me, giving me a nice view of her ass, just to make me my cock hard. She started to show off herself, and she had a lot to show. When she was feeding her baby, whether for her own comfort or for teasing me, she sometimes would wear a qameez and nothing else underneath it. Her swollen tit globes, unconfined in a qameez, capped with their dark nipples, jiggled temptingly. The most erotic part was that she wasn't directly trying to tease or seduce me. 

I flirted with her constantly, sometimes rather obviously, especially when she encouraged me. What surprised me, however, was that my sister was flirting back. She was very sweet and playful, especially when we were alone in the house. Every time she caught me staring, she would start laughing, asking me what was wrong. I would always play dumb, contain my smile and then say something funny. It always started very innocently but with that kind of complexity it could lead to something else. 

I wasn't sure, but it really seemed like she was flirting with me as well, because I always found her looking at me with interest. Whenever our eyes met I found her blushing and looking at the floor. She was trying to send me a message. It was not until she started giving me those looks that I really began to believe that this woman wanted what I wanted. 

I started to feel more confident around her. I could not stop myself from masturbating at least twice a day when I had seen her. By a magnificent stroke of good luck I got my chance one day when it was mid-afternoon and I was at her house. She had something cooking on the stove. I made my way to the kitchen to ask for water. She was busy cooking something and she asked me what I'd come in for. I told her that I needed water. "One moment," she said, turning away from me and bending over to open the fridge. 

She wore a shilwar; (a trousers-like baggy garment, extremely loose at the top but narrow at the bottom cuffs. There is no fly in the front and a woven string and a shoe-lace-knot is used to fasten it. Over this she wore a qameez a knee-length shirt without a collar or cuffs.

I stared at her perfect ass as she did this, her shilwar tight against her skin as she stretched them over her tight ass cheeks. Her heavy hair covered her back like a blanket on her shoulders. Her silky shilwar could barely contain her bounteous ass. I couldn't stop staring at it and wondering how my cock would feel shoved between those luscious ass cheeks. Immediately my throbbing erection grew larger as I stared at her ass crack. She fumbled around, allowing my cock to grow enormously inside my shilwar before she straightened and handed me a bottle of water. 

"Take it and get the glass yourself," she said and smiled. When I looked where the glass was sitting on the counter in front of her I realised that there was no way I could reach the glass without touching my Bhabhi. I slowly stepped up behind Shaista, inches behind her. I reached for the glass, struggling to keep a distance between us. I felt my erect cock nestle between her ass cheeks. I felt her press back against me as this happened, and I heard her sigh slightly as I took the glass. Finally, grabbing the glass, I was able to remove myself. 

She gave me a suspicious look and her best friendly-but-not-too-eager smile, and pretended nothing had happened. She hadn't said a word, so I was a little disappointed. I assumed she had just been teasing me. I blushed and attempted to hide it by turning around and took a long gulp from the glass. I asked her, "Is there anything I can do to help?" 

"No thank you, I think you'd better go to the living room now", she replied. 

I was too embarrassed and I was afraid that she had minded when I touched her, so I said, "Bhabhi if you want to be alone and want me to leave then I can go?" 

"No, no, you can stay if you want. Actually I wouldn't mind a little company," she said. I went to living room and waited impatiently for the next occasion I would touch her, and it became soon. The house was still and quiet around us. We both knew we were alone together. 

Soon she came into the living room with a tray of tea with two cups for us. I'm sure that I must have blushed, because as she leaned down to place the tray, I was afforded a wonderful view down the front of her dress. She was being careful that the drink didn't topple over and took her time about it. I felt like I was in heaven! Lace cups were restraining her big breasts. 

She sat upright by my side after she set the tray on the table. As she sat down I could clearly see her soft globes temptingly swell out of her qameez tops and her duppata (a piece of clothing that comes with qameez, which is undoubtedly the most preferred Indian garment that women wear almost everywhere, and the dupatta is suppose to cover their breasts and head to protect it from prying eyes) had fallen down as she was now more informal. 

We sat there and talked, catching up with each others lives while drinking the tea she had prepared for us. Her golden chain hung precariously in the valley formed by her soft sloping breasts. My eyes dropping to her chest every few seconds as my cock continued to push on my shilwar. Just the sight of her breasts made my cock hard. I was sure if I stood up then she could see the tent projecting out between my legs. I felt each throb and twitch my cock made and was hoping my sister didn't look over and see my shilwar move. 

I crossed my legs and squeezed my cock hoping to get it down. But it was only making it harder with the constant pressure and rubbing. After some time she changed her position and I could see between her legs as she was crossing them to see her crotch, how full the cloth of her shilwar looked being tightly fit around her plump pussy.

I found myself wanting to hug her. I have always had thoughts of Bhabhi like this ever since I could remember. But since I had seen her breast during feeding it became stronger. It seemed we have gotten closer now than we ever have before. I kept imaging her body pressed against mine with fiery passion in her eyes. I wanted to make a move, but all I could think of was, "what if she didn't want me to make a move? What would happen?" I knew it wouldn't be anything but trouble, so I just sat pretending to watch TV, while sipping tea. 

I took a long sip of my tea before focusing my gaze on my sister. She saw where I was looking, and her eyes quickly looked down at her own breast. But without making any move to lift her dupata back to its position she looked straight back at me with smoldering eyes. It was exciting to be sitting so close to her. I could feel the slight movements of her body each time she took a breath. 

Our bodies were so close to being together and my mouth was aching to be close to her beautiful tits. She knew I was watching her breasts and she was clearly challenging me to squeeze them. I was mentally stripping her, cloth by cloth. "You look a little uncomfortable there" she said. She could see my breathing was a little short and my face red, not just from embarrassment, but from being hot as well. "No, I am fine, thank you." I tried to catch my words before turning towards my tea. Taking quick sips, trying to avoid eye contact and talking for the time being. 

Then I thought, especially in her company, "some action is better than no action," so I asked her, and surprisingly my voice had become a little hoarse, "Bhabhi you have put on a bit of weight and it is not good for your health." 

"I know, but I am still gaining and I can't help it. I was born chubby." She replied.

"But let me say the truth Bhabhi, it doesn't look bad, it makes you look more gorgeous," I said.

She smiled back but I saw her face go red too in appreciation and embarrassment. Still, she had been carefully watching my reactions, and laughed when she saw my startled reaction. She must have known exactly what was going through my mind. 

She asked me playfully, "You like my fat?" she smiled. "I have so much of it, look here, on my tummy, look how much I've got." She placed her hand and moved it over her fat belly. 

"I think you have a beautiful tummy," I replied. "What do you think? Have I become fat?" Shaista Bhabhi asked shyly, as she moved her body closer to me. "Of course not! You're not fat! You are even more beautiful now, I think your body is beautiful," I assured her in all sincerity. 

"You like it?" she asked me with a smile. My heart screamed, I did not know how to answer her and so I just stammered, "yeeess." 

Then I asked, "Is your tummy soft Bhabhi?" Bhabhi's eyes sparkled and she laughed merrily and the jiggle of her well-fed breasts was a real sight, "Yes! Smooth, like smooth silk." She replied, while fluttering her eyelashes. 

"Smooth like silk, huh? Things were going well, I thought, and I boldly continued. I urged myself on, forcing myself to look in her eyes. "I want to feel it. May I touch it Bhabhi?" I asked quickly, afraid of the answer and nervous about asking my sister a question like that. 

She placed her hand on her tummy and gave it a nice squeeze and laughed, "Yes! Why sure, if you want to," saying this, she presented her tummy to me, looking me over with those mascara-running black eyes. I heaved a sigh of relief, and my eyes lit up, relieved she wasn't angry or anything with me about it. "Really, Bhabhi?" I asked. "Yes! Surely," she replied. 




Screwing My Sister-In-Law



"I was hoping you would say that, Bhabhi." I couldn't help smiling with inner pride. It was the first time I would have felt her soft body since that earth-shattering day when I began fantasizing about her. The blood rushed down between my legs, fattening my cock even further, my heart was thumping madly and her eyes shone brightly as I placed my hand on her fleshy tummy and started to move it around. 

The touch on her tummy was enough, and I felt my head swim with lust, my dick bobbing about as I touched her tummy. Feeling the softness of her skin against my fingers, I moved up and then squeezed it. Feeling the softness and pushing my hand in on the cushiony belly. Her stomach was slightly rounded, plump and smooth as well as silky. I was enjoying this and wanting to see how far I could go before she stopped me. 

My hands were shaking with excitement, "Ohhh Bhabhi, it's so smooth and soft, and you are so abundant, so big, so luscious," I gushed in disbelief. 

"Oh, just my tummy? Do I not have a beautiful body?" said my Bhabhi with a smile. "You're the more gorgeous woman I know. You are one hell of a desirable woman, you know..." I stopped myself from finishing, afraid it might not actually be what I thought it was and ruin it and made her feel bad, but said in my heart, "and if you want, I'm here to prove it to you." 

"What?" I snapped my head as she heard my voice, she laughed at that. "It's just you are the hottest woman I have ever seen. Oh, that sounded bad." I quieted down whatever it was that was having me saying such awkward things to her. 

"No, I've never thought of myself as being attractive. You're just kidding me. I am a dark, no good fat old woman," she said, stuttering a little. She didn't seem uncomfortable, but just a little surprised, but the manner in which she said it encouraged me. 

I looked up at her and saw a look in her eyes that was saying, please do something else. "Look at my face. Do I look like I'm kidding?" It was all the encouragement that I needed. "You don't know how very attractive your sexy belly is for me." With the excitement, I couldn't really hold back as my hands explored her soft swelling tiers of her big tummy I would slide my hands occasionally down just above her crotch, making her sigh in anticipation. She wasn't objecting. She wasn't pulling away. She did nothing to stop me. 

Slowly, my fingers ran down her pelvis, over the shallow dip that was her slit. She wetted her lips lustily with a sneaking tongue. My fingers began to stroke her slit, through her cloth material. She silently implored me not to do it and leave the place where my hand was. She didn't answer but reached and took my hands in hers, and asked, "That day when I was feeding my baby. Why were you staring me?" 

It was so out of the blue I didn't know what to say at first... I ran through a few things quickly in my head wondering how much shit I was going to get into. Then I remembered how she had responded. So I told the truth. "Because you are gorgeous and you have beautiful breasts." 

She blushed such a deep red I had to smile; my comments had hit the right mark. The expression on her face said she understood but she said, "Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?" she demanded. "Where do you get off speaking to me like that?"

"Maybe I misjudged you, Bhabhi. If I did, I apologize. It's just that I've had this crush on you from my childhood." I glanced at her breast then back to her, her eyes were dark and dangerous. She smiled back at me, letting her desire for me show in her eyes, saying, "do you think you're no longer a kid?" 

With that glance, that moment I knew that she and I were going to be full-fledged lovers before I left her house that afternoon. I saw more than passion and strength in her eyes. Her lusty eyes gave me more courage and I moved my hand back to her naval and started to lightly massage it with a slow gentle motion. When she did not resist I worked my way down to firmly from her naval to the lower part of her tummy and I felt the knot of her shilwar. I slowly crossed it and my hand found her slit once more. Although my movements were a surprise to her, her body had reacted involuntarily and she thrust her thighs upward in anticipation. She looked straight into my eyes but she didn't say anything. 

Her face was red with excitement and lust. She didn't move from me nor did she ask me to stop but after a moment she blurted, "What are you doing? Oh, I am sorry, I don't know why I behaved so...so..." she gasped with a shock and jerked up but I was prepared for this, so I hugged her closer preventing her getting up and turned her face toward me and planted a soft kiss right on her juicy lips. 

Her lips were half parted and her breathing had become faster. My own breathing had become rather heavy with anticipation. I decided it was high time to take the initiative because in most cases, even a sexually aroused female wants the male to take the lead. I was both excited and nervous. What would be her reaction? I realized that I had taken a big gamble. Flirting is one thing but I had forced the issue. I had escalated it to a higher level. Did I do the right thing? After all, it was so exciting flirting with that woman. Had I ruined even that? 

As nervous as I was, however, I was still hopeful. Deep down I believed I had made the right move. Every instinct in my body had told me that she would be receptive to this. "It's okay, don't worry." I said, in a very embarrassed way. I looked at her quickly, but then my hand went back to her thighs. 

She half-heartedly resisted saying, "We shouldn't be doing this," she said, but she didn't seem upset. 

Abruptly she pulled back for a moment, "I'm sorry Zahoor I didn't mean it. Zahoor, I really should not and I don't know if..." 

I didn't reply. "Get off," she said, trying to pull away but failing. I didn't remove my hand from her thighs. I was patting her thighs softly. She looked up sharply, "Listen. You shouldn't have done what you're doing. Be careful, don't bite off more than you can chew." 

"I think I am in love with you Bhabhi. You know I'm very attracted to you don't you Bhabhi? I can see it in your eyes." "Zahoor," she protested, "you know this is wrong. It is kind of funny but wrong. I'm a married woman, and besides, I'm much older than you." 

"You're a lovely lady Bhabhi, and your age doesn't matter, you seem so much younger. Please...I know you're married but nothing that feels this good could possibly be wrong. This incredible attraction we have for each other. You feel it too, don't you? Bhabhi, you are the most extraordinary woman I have ever seen in my life," I continued. "I've always been so drawn to you. It's not just a physical attraction either. I love you. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since the day I've seen you feeding the baby. I thought that all those looks, all those accidental touches meant that you felt something of what I did, please just follow your instincts and let this happen." 

Her arm pressed against mine, and her head dropped gently down onto my shoulder. She was breathing deeply. I felt like I was on the first few hesitant steps to a new and very different heaven, and it felt great. She closed her eyes and nodded. "I do. I mean, I don't know, I feel the same way, I always thought you were a good looking boy and I would like to help you realize your dreams, I want to but we can't." As she said this Shaista Bhabhi avoided eye contact with me and her voice was trembling. 

Hearing this my hopes were slowly starting to fade and I asked her, "Then why are you sitting here, holding me?" "Because I can't help myself." She looked up at me; her large black eyes were filled with a simple, pure, unashamed desire for sex with me. "I will stop if you want me to," I whispered. 

She blushed and her cheeks turned almost red in color. "I don't know, but this is dangerous," she said, her voice was shaking. She was breathing heavily. It was obvious that she was extremely excited. She gave me a little peck on the cheek to confirm that she was not angry about what I had done, but that I shouldn't go further. Her cheeks were now a rosy pink and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. 

"I know, but I want you, and I also know that you want me to make love to you. Bhabhi, it was you who gave me the courage to touch you, I would not have had the courage to touch you but you invited me to sit so close to you, so please don't blame me for it. I want to assure you not to worry because I wouldn't tell anyone about this. You do want me don't you?" I said lightly tracing circles across her qameez. 

"No, please" she growled in protest but did not push my hand away this time. "Yes! You're right, I want you too, but I am afraid, I have never done it with any other man besides my husband," she said with a confused look on her face. 

And then, suddenly, she moved closer and embraced me tightly; she hugged me. My face was buried in the crook of the neck smelling her jasmine scented oily hair. She cupped my face in both her hands and planted her lips on mine. With an initial light brush our lips touched. Barely an instant later and we were fully embraced in a deep and utterly intoxicating first kiss. 

She continued to hold my face in both hands cupping them lovingly, looked into my eyes while she whispered conspiratorially and softly, "I have always wanted you, but had never found enough courage to express it." We pressed into each other, the kiss growing more intense with every second. My eyes were closed now, my entire world focused on the sensation of Shaista's kiss. She parted my lips with her tongue, thrusting it into my mouth with urgency. I kissed her back with equal fervor. 

Both of us were inflamed with passion and held on to each other, as if for life itself. Our lips curled around each other and tiny sounds escaped at intervals from our moist mouths. Our bodies shifted, I moved toward her, pressing her into the back of couch. I could now easily feel the soft roundness of her perfect breasts pushed up as they were against my body. I held her full frame against my body; my other hand began to roam over her body. 

"I can't believe I am doing this. There is just something about you that I trust. I don't know why." Shaista Bhabi whispered. I don't know what came in her mind, as she seemed restless. All she could whisper was a feeble, "But..." as our lips met. Gently, warmly our lips touched, our arms clapsing each other. "No but..." I whispered back. 

Bhabhi gasped, "I am your brother's wife. I feel guilty, we should not be doing this!" "What happened Bhabhi, I know and I love your husband, but I also know you need me and I need you now, You were a woman then and you are a woman now, we are doing nothing wrong, just two lonely souls seeking solace in each other." I sighed, whispering into her ear, nuzzling her neck as I started to frantically want that woman and any justification would do. 

I kissed her again deeply, a passionate kiss that had been missing in our lives for so long, yet one that we craved. Deeper we kissed as our mouths opened. Her lips accepting my kiss while my hands glided upon her back. I pulled her into me, our bodies melting. Her tongue shyly peeked out to meet the tip of my tongue. Lovingly we kissed, our tongues twisting together. She giggled as we broke our embrace, "You're so naughty," 

Her eyes drifted shut, and her breathing became strained as my hands roamed over her body. I held her firm boobs in my palms and started rubbing them gently. She placed her hand on my erection; while I was tenderly squeezing her boobs and she began slowly rubbing up and down my cock, which made me drove, crazy and nearly made me pass out. Neither of us said anything. The only sounds were the heavy breathing that both of us were trying to mask. Naturally I was very nervous, but I think it was more excitement than anything. I was massaging her breasts, touching her rock hard nipples with my hands. I laid her down on the sofa and lay on top of her. Her legs opened and I found my cock between her thighs. I slid my hands up her back, slipping past her waist to her shoulders. All the while, I was grinding my cock against her pussy, dry-fucking her through our shilwars. In ecstasy I closed my mouth on her breast, through all those layers of clothes, and bit down firmly but not painfully on the mound of flesh. 

She was moving against me, pressing her crotch against my erection. She was moaning in breathless anticipation. I couldn't believe it, but my cock got even harder. She couldn't stand it anymore and tongued my mouth with frenzy. She put her arms around me and opened her mouth, inviting me to deepen the kiss. Her kiss was soft, gentle, probing. It was so inviting, I felt her pulling me closer, wanting to be enveloped by the kiss. I kissed her back with the same force. 

Cupping her breasts in my hands, I slowly heaved them and rotated them in my palms like you do while buying fruits in a shop. I squeezed until she moaned with pleasure. We broke for breath and looked at each other in marvel. We broke the kiss, but not the contact. She kissed my cheek, around to my ear and gently bit my ear lobe, moved down to let her lips caress my neck. She continued to kiss my face and neck, nipping the flesh lightly with her teeth. Her hands involuntarily reached to my cock and tightened in clasp over the middle of my raging cock I leaned toward her ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck you now," daring her to respond. She reluctantly let go of my cock and I withdrew my hand from her breasts. I gasped as my cock was poking her soft belly like a pistol. 

"Shhh! Zahoor, not here", she whispered surreptitiously. 

"Then where?" I whispered back. "In my bedroom. Let's go to the bedroom. But you just have to leave by 4 pm, the children come home at 4.30 pm." She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I followed her like an eager puppy. When we entered the bedroom she closed the door behind us. She was glancing around as if leering eyes were watching our every move. We stood in middle of the room, I took a step back and looked at her from top to bottom. I embraced her again, tenderly. We did not say a word as we clung together, our bodies molding as one. 

Her face was buried into my shoulder as she felt our combined lust pull us together. Slowly we peeled off of each other and looked deeply into the other's eyes. Her eyes were so full of lust I thought. Her eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my soul as I met her gaze. We kissed passionately, squeezing each other tightly. Our tongues locked together, attacking each other while each of us groaned with excitement. Our bodies were on fire. I reached down with both hands and for the first time I squeezed that magnificent ass, the ass that had been the object of my intense sexual desire for several years. Then we broke the embrace, she walked to the bed and sat on the bed, pulling me towards her until I was standing face to face with her. 

"Bhabhi! I want you. Let give me your body the pleasure it has craved. Let me do you the way your husband can never imagine of doing with you," I said and grabbed her head in my hands. She lay back and invited me to join her in the bed. I climbed in and lay down beside her, took her in my arms and kissed her like I would never let her go and never wanted to! Once again we embraced and she threw her arms around me and gave me a long passionate kiss. "Why don't you pull down your shilwar Bhabhi?" She unknotted her shilwar, lifted up her bum and slowly eased down her shilwar over legs and past her ankles. 

The magnificent cunt of my Bhabhi came to my view. What a sight it was. The most wonderful sight ever, her black bushy pussy with her cunt lips peeking out from behind her dark pubic hair. It was the most erotic vision I had ever seen in my life. My mouth flew open at the site and I gasped. My eyes were filled with a sense of wonder, I couldn't believe what was happening and feared that I would wake up at any moment from a dream so excruciatingly beautiful that it could not last. I felt my stomach lurch with desire. My hand reached to her cunt and I rubbed it and cupped her full pouting pubic mound. I couldn't really cover it completely with one palm, it was so full and large. Bhabhi shook in passion.

My chest was thumping, my cock was twitching like crazy, and she reached down to my shilwar and put her hand on me. She gave a sharp tug to the string of my shilwar and I helped her slide my shilwar off; it fell down to my ankles with a swish. My cock was now freed, as I'd not worn any underwear. I looked up at Shaista Bhabhi, my head swimming. She was looking at my cock as though admiring it, or was it my imagination? Her hand slid down onto my belly, and in an instant her fingers were wrapped around my hardness, which was pointing upwards to the sky. 

She held it very lightly, not squeezing at all. Her thumb was flat against the end knob, which was very moist, and her fingers entirely around its length. She began expertly teasing my cock. She stroked the length of it then massaged the head. She began giving me a full hand job. Her hand was slow and deliberate. My testicles were screaming for release. My cock expanded in her firm caress. Looking up at me she said with a sweet smile, "You have got a big one," with loving hands she continued to caress my cock up and down. Simultaneously I slowly moved my hands behind her back to unzip her qameez. Suddenly she pushed me away. "Don't Zahoor, don't remove it. We don't have time. It takes time to dress up again," she whispered. 

"No, Bhabhi I want it to see" I said. She pulled her qameez with her bra to her neck exposing to my amazed downward gaze those ripe, full, voluptuous, and marvelous breasts. My eyes instantly locked onto her exquisitely shaped breasts, very natural with wonderfully pointed tips ending with erect nipples a tiny nipples pointing up towards my face. They were, needless to say, everything I had every fantasized about. Firm, round, awesome, perfectly formed. Her breasts were big and for large breasts they were not too saggy. In fact they were magnificent. 

The nipples were about half an inch in width, but poked out almost three quarters of an inch. I was amazed that I had never noticed them before now. These felt so good, better than any girl of my age I felt up or seen, these were mature and plump. They were beautiful and begging to be kissed. The areolas were light brown and the nipples were even darker, almost brown. Her nipples were quite big compared to the size of her boobs. 

I began to use both my hands on her breasts, first squeezing and fondling, then focusing on her stiffening nipples. I placed a thumb and forefinger on each side of both nipples, and began to brush them back and forth. As they hardened, I began to pluck them, and flick just the tips of my fingers against the tips of her nipples. 

"Did you miss these?" she asked. "Bhabhi, you know your boobs are awesome, so beautiful!" I replied. I continued, "They feel so good, can I lick them?" I asked. 

Without hesitation, Bhabhi placed a hand over my head and drew my head up towards a breast, saying, "Yes! You can do whatever, take them, they are for you, I have always wanted to give these to you, but had never found enough courage to go through with it," Shaista said, full of lust and raised her breasts up, offering her nipples for me to savor. She then pulled me to her, burying my face between her breasts. She held the back of my head, guiding my mouth between her aroused nipples. "Suck my nipple, go on, it's all right, take it into your mouth and suck it for me," Without hesitation, she guided my mouth, and my lips closed around the nipple of the breast of Shaista Bhabhi, my sweet sister. I began working my mouth down to her tits and flicked my tongue around her nipples, pinching them lightly with my teeth. Hesitantly, I sucked her nipple, pressing my tongue flat against it, feeling its rubbery texture, tasting a hint of salt on her flesh.




Screwing My Sister-In-Law



Shaista Bhabhi began to slide her hand along the length of my cock, then said: "Go on, suck harder, I like it". 

I sucked harder, and then harder I was afraid I would suck too hard, even bite her nipple, and hurt my sweet sister. I licked around her tits and took them half into my mouth, sucking hard, using my teeth gently and licking on them. I was exhilarated with the scent of her body and it was making me wild. 

Now I started sucking it and it started hardening and further growing in my mouth. I let it out of my mouth and took the other nipple in my lips. But with my fingers I kept softly rubbing, stoking and pulling the nipple I had just let out of my mouth. My Bhabhi held my face tightly against her breasts and kept caressing my hair, kissing my forehead and murmuring under her breath. After sucking on her nipples, pleasing her for a time, I placed my mouth between her two mountains and sucked as hard as I could. 

She ran her fingers through my hairs. "Are we going to have sex or what?" "Yes, Bhabhi, we have to do it," I replied. "Do it then, do me Zahoor, we have waited long enough, climb on me; don't waste time, we don't have long. I am so horny. I feel like I am on fire. Take me please. Please take me. Pound my cunt to pulp till I scream the roof off! " I was blown away by the urgency in her voice; the forbidden fruit was there, waiting, open for me. she was in the throes of passion, uttering words that I never thought she could ever say. 

I sat between her legs and positioned myself in between in her thighs. She spread her legs wide, giving me total access to the mysteries of her cunt. She had a beautiful pussy, it was very large and the outer lips were slightly wrinkled and darker in color compared to the skin on her thighs. 

Her pussy was noticeably wet and glowing and her folds looked soft and. I brushed my fingers across her swollen lips, and spread them gently. Suddenly, I shoved a finger deep into her pussy. She clutched at me, surprised by the sudden invasion, and anticipating more. I responded by ramming another finger deep into her cunt, and began working my fingers around inside. "Are we really going to do this?" I asked. 

"Yes, we are, If you want to," she pulled me to her as she spread her thighs as wide as she could get them. I wanted my cock inside of her so bad now. She opened her thighs wider and guided the tip of my cock into her gaping hole as I lay on top of her. 

At that moment, Shaista my sister was not a 36 years old woman and I just a nineteen year old boy. I was 'man' and she, 'woman' and we were going to do what only a man and a woman can do. I plunged forward, savoring every single inch of her tight pussy. It felt unbelievably good, so much better than I had imagined, and almost no resistance at all! Her pussy was dripping with excitement and she moaned as I slid in easily deep into her eager and slippery cunt, filling her with my thick length. 

I was buried to the hilt in a wet, velvet vise. I rested there for a moment, looking into her eyes, both of us relishing this moment of bliss.

Her cunt was so wet, so warm like an oven. Her eager cunt lips wrapped around my shaft like a glove as she welcomed me greedily and, with her hands, brought my face down to hers for a long, sensual kiss. 

She gave a deep sigh saying, "oh that felt so wonderful, Zahoor!" I slid my cock back and buried into her pussy again and enjoyed the rapturous feeling. She was better than I had dared dream.

It was difficult for me to believe that I was actually fucking my sister's pussy, my own sister. I looked at her face; her eyes looked up at mine and were full of lust. She grasped my cock with her vaginal muscles. She wrapped her legs around my waist and gripped me tight while I pumped inside her, relishing in the damp warmth of her body. 

After a few hard strokes I started moving with all my power and speed. I was pulling my cock out to the maximum possible extent without letting the tip slip outside. She started moaning loudly. I decided to savor this as much as I could. I slammed away for as long as I could, my balls slapping against the base of her pussy, my pubic bone pressing hard against her clitoris, then I stopped. 

I slowed right down, teasing the both of us, it still felt amazing, but it subdued the approaching climax. Once I felt my impending orgasm subside, I picked up my pace again. Shaista Bhabhi starting moaning with pleasure as I pounded into her. 

We kissed some more. And the more we kissed the hotter it got! Her tongue and lips were everywhere. On my face, my lips, my neck, my ears. And mine were the same. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, and ears. I was forcefully kissing her, invading her mouth as soon as I got a chance, whilst wrestling and defending my own mouth from her passionate tongue. 

I had to slow down again, so I moved my body and supported my weight on one elbow, freeing a hand to tweak her nipples. Back and forth between each nipple, long slow thrusts of my throbbing cock in and out of her sopping pussy. The electricity cut out. The only fan in the room was not working now, though it was mid-afternoon in the hot and humid weather but who cared. We were fucking like rabbits. 

She would bite my shoulder and pledge her undying love to me, and I would plunge my cock into her and swear I'd never love another the way I loved her!

She fucked me happily and enthusiastically, thrusting her soppy dripping pussy back till her soft ass cheeks banged against my underbelly taking the full length of my cock into her wet mature cunt. I continued pumping into her steadily. 

Shasta's moans grew louder and louder with each of my thrusts. Her hands clasped me tightly, but then my sister said to me, "Zahoor, slow down otherwise you will lose it soon," She moved her bottom, while her hand clasped my buttocks and pulled on me as she spread her legs wider to accommodate more of me in her cunt. She asked me "Zahoor, squeeze me, twist my nipples a bit'' 

I had my hands full of those ripe breasts then and the little hard nubs of nipples got the treatment they deserved as I squeezed the yielding breasts and pinched and pushed the nubs back into their areola first and pulled them back to full length again. I leaned in and placed my mouth on her breast. My hungry mouth was now being crushed with her proud breasts. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock even tighter, making my cock twitch in response. 

It was so subtle and it felt so wonderful. I continued to kiss and devour her soft and succulent breasts flesh. The breasts that had proudly breast-fed her children looked capable of quenching my hunger and thirst too. Her pussy would contract around my cock causing it to throb, the throb then making her pussy contract again, only this time more insistently. I was trying to slam my cock in as hard as it would go. Our pace increased further and we were both breathing heavily. The sweat between our bodies was slick as we slid against each other and I rocked my cock into her. 

As I sucked her breast, I reached around and squeezed her firm, sweaty ass, pulling her into me even more. Our slick flesh slapped against each other we both were impossibly excited and naturally noisier as the room was filled with the maddening aroma of moist sex and sensual moans and groans of ecstasy of two bodies aching for a common release. 

The room was filled with sounds of her moaning, my grunts and the slick, liquid sounds that were emanating from the union of our organs. "You don't know how many times I've dreamt about this," I said breathlessly. It was a great pleasure for me to fuck my Bhabhi (sister) on the bed where my elder brother fucks her. "Probably just as many as I have, ooooh! How I missed out on having this good lusty meat all this while in spite of being so close with you! Your cock, its so... its so... fucking great!" she replied with obvious lust. Our lovemaking was getting ever more vigorous and Bhabhi's pussy was slurping as my glistening cock pistoned in and out. 

I was squeezing her marvelous soft tits and shoved a little extra harder up into her accommodating hot pussy. Her pussy walls would then grip me spasmodically. To that, my cock would jerk a little more in her soft love tunnel in appreciation. She was making sounds again, grunts and moans interspersed with words like, "Ooooh! Zahoor, How I dreamed of your hard cock! Your cock, its so hard and nice!" her talking like that drove me further on, making my cock stiffer as it would rear its head in her wet pulsating silky quim. 

This was followed by the slow rhythmic movement of her hips, her vaginal muscles clutching my member every time I pulled away. We continued with this till she suddenly started to push and grind her bottom at a frantic speed, moaning and groaning as though possessed by the devil, as she peaked to a rapturous climax. Her pussy was making wet squishing sounds as my cock drove up into her wet pussy as only a stiff cock driving into a wet, lubricated and greasy pussy can. It was like poking into a cup of hot jelly. Or like hot knife into a slab of butter. 

I pounded far up into my Bhabhi's willing and inviting mature cunt and my hands held onto her shaking buttock globes and sometimes She dug her fingernails into my back; she felt my muscles tense with every move she made. I felt her nails scratch deeply, leaving bloody trails down my back. She came for the third time. 

But I had not yet finished. I just kept fucking her. I fucked her so long and hard that she finally stopped moving against me, stopped meeting my violent, hammering thrusts, stopped fucking me back and just laid there, taking it. Beads of moisture exuded from her skin on her forehead, resembling the morning dew on a rose petal. Sweat poured from our bodies, sliding down into our sweet junction mingling with the combined juices as I labored to fulfill my sister's famished cunt and its cock craving. 

I was fucking her in simple missionary style, her mouth was dribbling saliva and her cunt was dribbling pussy honey. She had climaxed at least three times. Not the explosive kind, but three long waves that came and went, racking her passion heated body. 

Finally I cried out, "I can't hold it any more Bhabhi." "Oh! Yes," she couldn't complete her sentence and clutched me tightly, moving again with my rhythm, matching every movement, riding me back. It had become a frantic, driven rhythm, purposeful and unwavering. Faster and harder, her nails clenched into my flesh, my teeth were sinking into her body. 

"Cum inside of me, Zahoor. It's okay. I want you to squirt your load deep into me." 

A few more thrusts and I let loose, my balls clenching as fireworks went off in my brain and my dick exploded like a pent up volcano pumping seed from the bottom of my nuts, every thick dollop deep, deep into the waiting pulsating oven of my sister's womanhood, I could feel her cunt pulsating as my cock continued to throb and pump squirts and squirts of cum into her. 

I looked down and watched as she stroked her pussy up my cock, our combined secretions dripping from her pussy, making my cock slick, soaking our pubic hair, squirming to get more. I barely remember collapsing in utter exhaustion on her soft well-endowed sweaty body. With my arms around her neck, I pulled myself into her and we tongued each other's mouths. Our bodies had perspired like we had come out of a bath just then and I could feel her massive breasts slip and squeak on my wet chest surface as we wriggled about against each other. 

I lay on top of her, my cock still inside of her, still semi-hard, sighing and trying to catch my breath for several moments. Bhabhi clasped her legs around me to hold me and rested on her back. She was floating and wanted to treasure this experience for eternity. I started playfully running my hand through her hair while kissing her lightly all over her face. Bhabhi returned the soft kisses and started using her tongue to stroke my face. 

Our bodies were both wet with perspiration but we kept them locked together. We could feel our combined juices drip out of her pussy as my cock shriveled. She reached out and pulled the cloth that happened to be her bed sheet. She placed it under her ass to absorb the leaking juices. After we caught our breath, we talked and laughed for a few minutes. 

Neither of us could believe what we were experiencing. She clung to me and pushed me slightly away from her face to look at me and say, "promise me you won't tell anyone, even your friends, Zahoor, promise me," she pleaded. 

"I promise you Bhabhi, but you should promise that you will allow us to do it again." I replied. 

"Yes! I will, you're really very good; you are incredible, you made love to me like my husband has never done in all my life, my husband I mean your brother has never satisfied me like you satisfied me" she said, "I wish I had a husband like you. That girl will be the luckiest one, to marry you. A woman may resist you in the beginning but she will simply love it when you've finished with her." she said to me with great affection. 

"I want you to eat, lick and suck my pussy. I want you to fuck me completely. I want you in every hole I've got. It may not all happen today but this is only the beginning. I know you love my big ass and I want you to put your mouth and tongue all over it. I want you to kiss it, eat it, suck it and fuck it. I want you to totally possess me because my ass is now yours. Anytime you want it, anywhere you want it. How does that sound?" 

I was not sure how long we stayed that way. I rolled off of her; my cock was still in a half erect stage. Her thighs were wide open, and I stared at her cunt, watching the liquid ooze from her hole. 

I kissed and licked her stomach, rolling over onto my side, propping my head on my left elbow so that I could look right into Bhabhi's eyes. She lay stretched out on the bed next to me and returned my glance with a big smile. I felt totally connected to her. We lay in each other's arms in the sweet afterglow of an incredible fuck. As I was playing with her breasts she was rubbing my cock. 

It was hard again almost instantly, even though normally it takes a while for me to recover. "I want to fuck you doggy style," I said, and without even answering me Bhabhi pulled out of my arms and knelt down on the bed with her face in the pillow. She was watching me with a twinkle in her eye and wiggling her ass in the air. The bright pink slit of her pussy was calling me again. I knelt down, and grabbed her hips to move her around so that her ass was right in front of my face. I then separated her thighs and buried my face in her pussy. She yelled loudly while I gripped her ass tightly, forcing it harder and harder against my face. My tongue was buried deep inside of her pussy and I licked her feverishly. I licked her pussy, thighs, and ass with a fury that I never imagined possible. 

Her entire body shook and I could feel her ass tighten as she exploded violently. "Oof! You wanted to do me from behind, now you're eating me, do me, shove your cock in my cunt!" she screamed. I knelt down behind her and slid my cock in slowly, enjoying the delicate sensations all the way into her hot moistness as it pleasured every part of my cock simultaneously. 

Her pussy felt hot, like it was erupting. I started pumping her volcano with incredible passion, squeezing her ass and pulling her hips against me. She pushed back, dragging my cock against the walls of her pussy squeezing and fucking me with as much force as I was fucking her. 

Her large breasts were swaying back and forth as we fucked. I reached around her and squeezed her juicy tits. They felt larger and perkier because of gravity. I squeezed and rubbed her nipples with my fingertips. I noticed she didn't moan like when I was on top of her, but she whimpered into her pillow as if the pleasure were too much to bear. I gripped her hips and thrust at her, my mind reeling with pleasure. 

Somehow, another sexy image popped into my head, and I had to act on it. "Bhabhi, would you ride me," I said to her. "Are you serious?" "Yes! Why not?" I replied. "I am too heavy to ride on you" "Of course not" "Ok then, I'll do as you want." I pulled out my cock from her cunt and I rolled over and lay flat on my back. 

She climbed on me and positioned herself above me. My cock was in between her legs she grabbed my cock, guiding it into her sloppy pussy hole and forcing down deeper onto me. She was forcing her mound down on my pelvic bone. I clenched my ass pushing back against her as hard as I could. I pushed her off a little and started guiding her with my hands on her hips, up and down on my cock. It felt great. So warm so wet, I could see the juices on my cock, it was shiny. Almost as good was the view of her voluptuous breasts and tummy bouncing and jiggling as she rose up and down in front of me, and I could feel her pleasure as she ground her clit again my pelvic bone. 

I pulsated my cock during one of her downward thrusts and she gasped, I forced her open more as her thrust pushed my cock against her cervix. She started going wild, faster and faster grinding her clit against me, until she came. She groaned and grunted as I tweaked and pinched on her nipples. I began pumping into her vigorously. Her climax was continuing as I somehow came once again, my self-control from earlier completely washed away by desire, replaced by a virility I had never felt before. 

I pumped my seed deep in her cunt once again, exploding inside of her. She collapsed onto me, exhausted. Instinctively we wrapped our arms around each other; breathing heavy with excitement, my arms around her shuddering heaving body, with my cock still buried inside her. 

"Now wasn't that nice? I didn't know there could be sex like this!" Bhabhi said. "I didn't get such a love making session in my entire married life, even once." She was looking a perfect picture of one very happy woman. 

"The children will be back soon, so let's make sure everything looks in order." 

This was the first but not the last of my experiences with my sister. There is more to be told! I've been fucking her on a regular basis for about seven years. 

From that day onwards Shaista Bhabhi and I became inseparable as lust and passion overwhelmed us. Whenever she could get the chance she would call me to see if I was available, and of course most of the time I was. 

I would come to her house and we would always be nuzzling or cuddling and teasing each other when we were alone, making love for hours on end. Shaista was an incredible woman, who loves to have her tits, ass and pussy fucked, licked and fondled. 

She loved it when I lay my head in her lap and suckled her tits like a child. When I was there in Shaista's Bhabhi house, which was at least twice in a week for minimum two hours with her, my cock used to be in a constant state of erection and would be buried in her juicy pussy pounding away. She was so wickedly playful. I was always hugging and kissing her deeply while my hands would roam about freely like a hungry cow left to graze on a full meadow. 

Bhabhi too seemed to be obsessed with thoughts of sexual passion and fulfillment whenever I was there and sometimes would wantonly stand and spread her plump ass checks while I was rubbing between her ass crack that was my favorite fantasy. Sometimes in those exciting and heady moments of pleasurable, my hands would roam on the wide expanse of her lush smooth back, soft yielding breasts, pinch an erect nipple and caress her soft mildly swelling tummy or her soft layer of flesh that sat around her waist. 

We used to kiss, lick, and nip and softly bite each other's body in every nook and cranny and the room would fill with sounds of those slurping kisses. I kept all these relations very secret and now I was like her second husband and she told that she gives me far more sex than she gives her husband. 




Screwing My Sister-In-Law



We were exactly matched, like good friends with great benefits. We enjoyed the same activities, wanted similar things and both of us had an insatiable appetite for the sexual side of life. She was my best Bhabhi and lover and so was I hers. I was also her special young brother and lover. We both really needed each other. 

We always felt closer to each other on deep level than we ever had with anyone else. It wasn't love, in the normal romantic, passionate sense. But it was more than just lust. Sometimes we would play little games of seduction as if we were getting it on for the first time. I would hug her and she tried to resist. I would let my hand move up her over her ass. I always liked to cup and fondle her breasts and ass. 

Once I got a call from Shaista asking me to meet her, I went to meet her as usual. When I got there As usual, Shaista Bhabhi's main door was open. I walked through the door of house and she was in the kitchen facing away from me and her wide hips looked so inviting. I put my arms around her waist, pulled her back toward me and nuzzled her neck. I kissed her lightly around her ears, and then stuck my tongue in her ear and she shivered with excitement. 

I moved my hands up to her breasts and began to massage, squeezing her both breasts with my both hands over her clothes. She resisted playfully. I was massaging her boobs in a circular manner with my palms and occasionally giving them tight squeezes. I moved my hips forward and I could feel my engorged cock pressing into her bottom crack through the dress. She thrust her hips at me. She was breathing heavily, and she turned and we were now facing each other; she started sucking my ears and neck. 

My hand holding her ass even through the shilwar she was wearing my fingers dug into the flesh of her butt. We were kissing passionately with our tongues playing with each other's. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and took my cock in her hand. I bent down and placed my mouth on her fabric covered breast and suckled it. Shaista Bhabhi allowed me to suckle for a while, and then pulled me off of her breast by my hair. She impatiently pulled aside the qameez covering her breast, causing the dainty little buttons to fly off and the qameez to rip at the neck. 

She guided my mouth back to her now bare nipple, and arched her back to allow me full access as I took my pleasure with her breast. "Bhabhi," I said hoarsely. "You haven't taken my cock in your mouth. Please take my cock in your mouth today. I really, really need you to suck my cock please," I said to her, placing her hand on my cock. A wicked grin spread across her face. She looked at me with a smooth gaze and without saying a word she obediently began to sink to her knees in front of me. 

Looking down, I watched as she slowly unfastened my shilwar and then pulled it all the way down to my ankles, pulled out my ever-growing cock and knelt down on the floor between my legs. She began to rub her hand up and down, starting to masturbate me. She slowly brought her mouth to the head of my cock; she licked and sucked them before kissing her way up my cock. Looking up into my eyes, she slid her lips over my bulging head with her hand still wrapped around my cock. 

Her tongue swirled under the ridge of my crown as then she slowly engulfed my cock in her mouth and stayed like that flicking her tongue on it. Slowly my cock swelled in her mouth to the fullest and she got into it and sucked my cock really slowly with her lips tightly wrapped around it. Her hair was falling down in the way, so she took her hands off me and raised her hair and tied it, it was a sight to see her lips wrapped around me sucking my cock. She continued sucking while lightly tickling and scratching my balls with her nails. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face. She was slurping and sucking as fast as she could. Bhabhi drooled as she tried to keep up with my thrusting motions. Her fingers dug into my thighs, moving her head as I pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. She was making muffled sounds as she sucked and I could sense she was pushing her self to take the whole length inside her mouth, deep throating me. 

She was truly making love to me with her mouth. I looked down at her and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. "Stop it Bhabhi I want to do you now," she looked up at me my cock fell from her lips. "No Zahoor! Not here!" she whispered furiously. "But I want it here," I replied. 

She also looked on fire as I unfastened the string of her shilwar and in my hurry to unfasten her shilwar I had pulled the wrong end of the string and taken out the loop. The knot was tightened and there was no way I could open it. The urge was unbearable both for us. I wanted to unfasten her as soon as I could. She tried to put her fingers below the string to get just a touch. 

She unknotted her shilwar and slid it down over her hips. She let her shilwar fall around her feet, stepping hurriedly out of it. I was stunned at her quickness. I made her go down on all fours and licked and kissed her hot butt cheeks. They were perfect creamy globes. I moved my dick all over them, then I grabbed her hips and inserted my cock in slowly. I moved part of my of my cock in and out and as she caught the rhythm I thrust the whole of it inside. She began to match me and push back at me as I thrust forward. 

When she got used to it, I started ramming her. Her soft ass was hitting me on my thighs and making a slapping noise. Her boobs were swinging enticingly as her whole body shook with each stroke. I rode her like this for twenty minutes, holding her boobs and also pulling her by her hair when she suggested. She pushed back at me all the time. She started to cum, and pumped her ass against me violently and finally convulsed in the throes of her orgasm. I could feel the flood of her juices against my cock as she came; it ran down both the insides of our thighs. 

I was about to cum inside her pussy. I was at my breaking point and unable to stop myself. Once my cock ceased spraying her insides with man juice, I lay next to her and stroked her body my hands moved freely over her body. She rolled toward me and embraced me and held me tight. We lay there for a while making small talk and then Bhabhi started stroking my cock, while my cock was roaming on her butt. It was easy for me to become hard again after having a fuck session with her. 

"I like playing with your cock. You have a big cock," Bhabhi told me. 

"It's not that big," I replied. 

"It's bigger than your brother's," she said with a sultry tone. 

We continued our conversation as Bhabhi surprised me by saying as she continued to stroke my cock "Zahoor, do you think you would like to fuck me in the ass now?" 

I was lost for words as I had been wondering if she would let me fuck her in the ass. I was in love with her gorgeous ass. I couldn't even think of it without my lips puckering and my mouth watering. But as much as I wanted that incredible ass, there was no way I wanted to put a damper on our relationship. I didn't want her thinking that that was the main way I loved her. "Yes I would, have you done it before?" I replied. 

"No, I have not," she replied. 

"Bhabhi I really want to do your arse, do you think you can handle it?" Her eyes lit up a bit. She looked straight at me, a big grin spread across her face and she looked deeply into my eyes. "Of course I can handle it, you know what a horny sexy lady I am."

"Actually I wanted it from the day we have done it but I hadn't courage to ask for it from you," 

She spoke, "you silly naughty boy." She said this with smile. "I always knew you were fond of my butt. I never guessed it was that intense" she paused, "let's do it." 

It was yet another of my dreams come true, and hers. She moved on all fours with her ass elevated. She placed her head on the mattress. I kneltt behind her on the bed and positioned myself next to her ass. When I saw the loveliness of her naked bum, those perfect cheeks there, right in front of me, I caught my breath. I gently caressed it, my fingertips tracing every precious curve. Only inches away, jutting out like an offering. I took time to enjoy every aspect of it, the curves, the fullness, the softness. I trailed kisses each her ass cheeks. I was trembling with desire. I gently rubbed my face all over her beautiful butt. She had really so soft, so smooth, and so warm a bottom. 

Then I laid gentle kisses over every square inch of her silky bottom. Gently I spread her cheeks and tried to kiss her asshole. It really caught her by surprise. She jumped up and said, "What are you doing?" "No Bhabhi I like it and I want to lick and kiss you there, I want to kiss your arse hole" "Why would you want to kiss there? I mean, the cheeks are one thing, but where you are kissing is a dirty place and not for kissing!" She stopped for a moment and looked at me. "What's wrong with it? Who wouldn't want to kiss the gorgeous thing you have? I could spend hours between the cheeks of your butt."

Once again I kissed her asshole with more passion and tenderness that most would kiss another's mouth. I started playing with her pussy and her ass, lubricating her asshole with her own cunt juice. I tried to get her asshole wet enough with her juices and my saliva. After a lot of her juices and my saliva I placed my cock against her ass hole and tried to insert my cock in her ass but it just wouldn't go. Afraid of hurting her I tried more of my saliva for lubrication but to no avail. "Do you have any cream or petroleum jelly, Bhabhi?" I asked. "There is in the bathroom," she replied. 

I got off the bed to retrieve the petroleum jelly from the bathroom. I returned to the bed and put an ample of amount of lotion in her asshole coating the tiny puckered opening of her anus and lubricating the rim. Bhabhi moaned and buck her hips backwards. I applied petroleum jelly on my saliva-covered cock and nestled my dick against the entrance of her rectum momentarily before easing the tip inside her anus. I gripped her hips "You want my cock inside your ass my sweet Bhabhi?"

She stiffened a bit and groan and replied "Yes, I want it, I need it."

I leaned down and nipped her ear, then guiding my cock with one hand and holding her hip with another, I slowly pushed it against her arse. Slowly forward I pushed, feeling the strong rim of muscles around her anus objecting to my size. But I didn't stop, just continued slowly pushing. I felt my cock head slip in quite easily past her sphincter. She buried her face in the pillow completely, struggling to control her combined pleasure and pain. Then I gripped her hips, and began to pull her back onto my shaft. 

More and more I began to slide into her. In a couple of strokes, half of my cock was inside her, I could feel my cock struggle to stretch the resistant muscles. She felt so good, so tight. She was hot in there, her ass gripping me tightly. I kept going, until I felt the hair of my groin pressed against her cheeks. I pulled back almost all the way then slid back in. I moaned, it felt so good, so tight. I held my breath in wonder as I felt my thick cock stretch her ass open and invade her body. 

Her ass was squeezing my cock, milking me. I pressed in deeper, every inch feeling like heaven to me. Shaista Bhabhi moaned as my cock filled her hole. Her ass muscles clinched against mine, massaging my cock. I stopped still inside her, enjoying her warmth, wanting it to last forever. "How does it feel?" I asked her. She moaned and said, "Oh! Zahoor its feels so good and it hurts both at the same time," she said. She turned her head back to me and smiled slightly and gave a gentle nod to tell me that she was all right. "Relax, Bhabhi," I whispered into her ear.

I pulled out, applied more petroleum jelly pushed in again, deeper still and she pushed her ass back against me, ready to take more. Doing this a few times, I again buried the entire length of my thick, hard cock in her ass. 

Now slowly, agonizingly, I withdrew most of my throbbing cock from her ass. I watched as it emerged, wet, slick, and so tightly squeezed that it was red skinned now. Then I mercilessly plunged it back inside her. Then I withdrew again. 

Slowly I built up the tempo, She let out a low moan of pleasure and pushed her ass back at me. "Aahhh... that feels even better than before," Shaista Bhabhi sighed as I now started to really ram hard into her, my hips slamming into her buns. With my fingers on her curving hips, I moved her against me. I was lost now in the rhythm. In and out, again in and out, and again in and out. 

I closed my eyes, fucking her ass just like I had in my dream. She bumped her butt against me, and moaned. "Oh yes, Zahoor." I continued to pound her ass. She grunted in time with my thrusts. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Bhabhi I wanted it for so long, you have such a gorgeous, precious, delicious ass and it feels so good wrapped around my cock. I think you have the most beautiful ass in the world." 

I burrowed my cock as deep into her as I could. I reached for her pussy to finger fuck her and when I touched her pussy she was sopping wet. I started rubbing her clit and fingering her frantically working her toward an orgasm. I could feel her juices coating my finger. Shaista Bhabhi was obviously enjoying what I was doing as she was pushing her hips back to me. "Yes, play with me. It feels so good. Make me cum, make me cum, I have wanted to do this for years." 

I felt my cock inside her ass swell up and I started pumping faster. Our moaning had turned to screams by now. I was so close, feeling my balls tighten, ready for release. We were both so close, ready to explode. Bhabhi screamed as she finally climaxed. "Fuck! Yes, oh! yesss, yess! I'm cumming!" I felt Bhabhi's body rock with her orgasm, her juices squirting out, gliding down her thighs. Feeling her body tense around my cock as she came sent me over the edge. The tightness of her ass and the trembling of her pussy set off my own orgasm. I was moaning, trembling, grunting and pounding her furiously, pounding her hard as we moved together.

I couldn't believe how much of my seed I poured into my sweet sister. It just didn't stop; it kept spurting out of me into her tight tunnel. I collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside her ass. When my shrinking cock finally slipped from her ass with an audible pop she sunk down to the bed. I wiped her ass with a damp towel, then got up and wiped myself. At last, I dropped to the bed, lying next to her, clasping her in my arms. I panted, staring at the ceiling, wondering a dozen things. She rested a hand on my chest, and nestled her head into the crook of my shoulder. I pulled her close. 

There are lots of to write more as Shaista Bhabi and I'd never finished our secret affair after my marriage and even her son marriage. 



Screwing Our Way Across Paris



Amy and I met at friends' outdoor barbecue and as hard as it was to believe we were in the sack a week later. She is a junior at a local college and I have a job in an engineering firm. I'm Nick and am twenty-four and she is just a year younger. She is extremely good looking with a fantastic shape and I work out three or four times a week so I'm not in bad shape myself.

A week earlier she E-mailed me saying she wanted to get together that night to chat about something pretty interesting. Shit, I thought it was going to be about sex but I guess I'll have to make do with "pretty interesting."

She had some wine poured when I got to her place so at least the discussion was going to start off right.

"Nick, you never met my folks since they were killed in an air crash a couple of years before you and I met. They were great parents and my Dad was a superb world traveler. One night we were sitting around just talking about some of the places they had been to and the conversation had me almost speechless. God, they sounded like places I would love to see."

I responded with a very articulate, "Sooooo"

"Well, they left my younger sister, Trish, and I very well off and I was thinking of asking my sister, who just turned twenty two, if she would like to join me in a trip to France. I would love to see some of their museums and architecture".

"That sounds like a great idea. If you are going to make the trip now is the time to do it before you finish school and get a job and then have to ask for time off to make the trip. Your new employer wouldn't like that very much."

"Well, there's another issue Nick and that's us. I wouldn't want to go without you and if Trish is with us it is going to be more than just a little uncomfortable or at the very least embarrassing if the three of us are in the same room and you and I are going at it sexually and she is in the next bed. We could get two rooms if they are available but from what I hear hotel rooms in and around Paris are God awful expensive in the tourist season and that is when we would be going. She and I are very well off with what our parents have left us but with my middle class background I would hate like hell to just piss a lot of it away." 

"Yes, you are right but this is the first time you mentioned that I would be invited to join you." 

"I'm sorry but I thought you would have known I wouldn't have gone without you." She answered.

"Well, now that you did – I accept your invitation. I have about five thousand I can throw in and that should more than cover my airfare and food and my share of a hotel while we are travelling so I'll feel that I am paying my way and not being a sponge." I offered.

"No way, you aren't going to spend a dime. I'm inviting you so the expense is on me. You have no idea how much money our folks left us so it won't be any problem for me to pay your share of the expenses. I do charge one terrific piece of ass every day on the trip though." She said with a huge laugh. 

"OK moneybags. I accept. Now that just leaves us with the problem of your sister and us in the same room. Got any ideas about that?" I asked.

"Well, as I think about it, I have told her that I am going steady with you so I am certain that at her age she ought to also figure we are having sex."

"Yes, I am sure she does but that's a lot different than us having it in the same room that she's in." I replied.

"What do you say that we just bring it up to her and see what she says? Hell, we can't go wrong in talking about it and if she is dead-set against it the answer is simple ...I'll just stay here and keep the home fires burning."

"Bullshit, if you don't go neither do I." She snarled.

"Well, give her a call and tell her you want to introduce me to her. See if she's interested in meeting God's gift to women." I joked.

""God's gift my ass. Sometimes you are the biggest pain in the ass imaginable."

"Who, little ole me?" I laughed.

"Yeah you." She said with a smirk.

"Stop the BS'n and call and ask her over." 

It was about a half-hour later when the door opened and in walked this drop- dead gorgeous gal. She was built almost exactly like Amy but with one exception.. She looked to have magnificent tits. Amy's are acceptable but Trish's look to be a hell of lot more than just a mouthful. 

"So, you're the stud my sister is screwing? Not bad Amy." She said without even a hint of a smile. To her it was just as normal as saying it is raining outside.

Amy came back with, "Trish, at the very least fool him. Let him think you have a little class." 

"Aw, Amy, you're such a spoil sport. He's a nice looking guy, I thought I would at least get a chance to see what he's like in bed."

Holy shit, what did I get into? I wondered.

"He's probably more than you could handle in bed. He has a solid nine inches and he'd split you open with it." Amy answered.

"Can we try?" Trish asked.

This girl shows no embarrassment at all. I don't think I ever met anyone quite so open. I have thought that Amy is open-minded but Trish takes the cake.

"Well, if you want to try me I'm game." I volunteered.

Amy almost flipped out. "Trish, you can find your own guy, that is if you can find one dumb enough to take you out and Nick don't be so quick to volunteer to fuck my sister."

Oh hell, this is getting mean and is going a long ways from what Amy and I had intended.

"Trish, first of all Amy would like to take a tour of France and has invited me to come along. She thought you might like to be part of the gang but was wondering how you could handle it if we were sharing a room and her and I were in one bed making out and you were by yourself in the other bed. Now I know she isn't trying to encourage you to go out and find some guy to come along just to have someone to sleep with and she doesn't think you are going with anyone steady so the question remains could you handle hearing us making love while you were in the other bed?"

Trish answered back very quickly, "Now cut the shit about 'making love'. You would be fucking and that is all there is to it. RIGHT?"

Amy wasn't going to let this go unchallenged and came right back at her with, "Well, you probably never fucked a guy you really cared about. I am crazy about Nick so us in bed is more than just 'fucking'; we really care about one another." 

Trish came back with what I thought was a possible solution to the dilemma but was afraid to suggest, 

"How about if Nick comes over to my bed every now and then and gives me a friendly fuck. You know, just one to keep me satisfied for a while?"

Yeah Trish, I'm going to love to get my mouth on your tits.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? YOU ARE ASKING TO SHARE A GUY I AM CRAZY ABOUT. FORGET THE WHOLE DAMN THING " Screamed Amy.

She stomped off into the kitchen and Trish just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders and said, "Seemed like a good idea to me."

"Give her a little time to think it over and she might calm down a bit." I suggested.

I followed Amy out to the kitchen and came up behind her and put my arms around her waist and pulled her back to me and said,

"Honey, I am the one causing this whole problem and I am the one who can correct it. I will not be going to Paris with you guys and that solves it. You guys go and enjoy yourselves and I'll go on the next trip." 

"Oh no you don't. If you don't go neither do I but I have been thinking of Trish's idea. Could you actually sleep with her and not get emotionally involved with her?"

"Well, yes. I haven't told you this in so many words but I have fallen in love with Trish's older sister so my heart belongs to her."

With that she turned and almost leapt into my arms and planted a huge kiss on me. "Damnit, I knew I was falling for you and I am now happier than a clam to hear you are doing the same for me."

"Who is going to tell Trish you have changed your mind?" I asked.

"I'll do it but I'll also give her a warning that if she tries any fancy shit about trying to get you for herself I'll cut off those tits of hers I saw you admiring."

Oh damn, I can never get anything past her.

"OK little Sis, I will accept your idea of having Nick give you some sex every now and then." She said while looking at the floor. She said it but it was obvious she wasn't the least bit happy about it.

"OK good, can we try it out now?" she asked 

Oh shit, I didn't think that Amy was ready for it to happen so soon.

"All right, we might as well get it over with." Amy answered.

I went into the master bedroom and stripped and Trish was right behind me. When I dropped my skivvies to the floor all I heard was a screech and a female voice saying, "Holy crap, I could never take that thing in me." She was saying as she was pointing at my half hard cock. Just wait until I get hard and see what she says then.

"Trish, don't give it a moments thought. Amy felt the same way the first time but I took it slow and easy and promised that if I was hurting her I would stop the moment she said so. I'll do the same for you. Promise." 

It didn't take long before I was buried to the hilt and she was breathing so fast I thought she was going to have a problem. I gave her a huge kiss and then reached down and lightly massaged her tits and that did it. She began to throw her ass up at me as she was tossing her head from side to side. I couldn't stay with her on the kiss but I held on to her tits nicely. Amy lets out a screech when she is coming and Trish does almost the same thing. When she did let go she lifted her face up to mine and kissed me as hard as I had kissed her. Just then I could feel the heat coming up to my balls and I let go too. I dumped stream after stream in her warm tight pussy and then slipped out of her and lay back on the bed. 

She lay back and just looked at me saying as she slowly stroked my now soft cock saying, "I can see why she fell in love with you."

"Damn, I hope she sees more than just sex." I replied.

Well, our joint sexual arrangement went on for a few weeks and it seemed to go pretty well. I was ultra careful not to say or do anything that Amy would find objectionable, particularly as it would apply to Trish's tits. They really are beautiful and I loved to lightly massage them. She loved that too.

A few days later Amy suggested that we all go down to the passport office and apply for one. It was going to take at least a couple of weeks and that is if we were lucky. Some folks waited for over a month. On the way back from the passport office I suggested that one or the other of them make a hotel reservation in Paris. Amy said she would take care of it and that was it. Other than a little shopping we were nearly ready to go.

The only flight we could get outbound was into London and then we chose to travel over to Paris on the Chunnel train rather than get a short air flight from London to Paris. The Chunnel train was adding just a little more excitement to our vacation and after an overseas flight a short puddle jumper flight from London to Paris didn't hold much appeal to us so we chose the Chunnel train. We decided to delay the train ride from London to Paris for a couple of days while we took a look at some of the sights of ole London town. It was a worthwhile delay as we really enjoyed the tourist sights of the place.

When it was time to get the train we took a cab from our London hotel to the Chunnel station and I spoke up,

"Amy I'm going to make sure our return flight reservations are cast in concrete so while I am doing that, you and Trish get the tickets for the Chunnel train. Remember we want to go all the way to Paris on the train and we can rent a car after we have explored Paris and are ready to see the sights around that part of the country."

"OK but don't take too long. There are a couple of weird looking guys looking us over and I would hate to have to introduce them to my feet." Amy had spent a few years studying tae kwon do and her kicks really were deadly.

Those words were just about out of her mouth when one of the 'weird looking guys' she mentioned approached her and Trish. I was about ten feet away from them by then but I thought I would hang back and see if she really could handle a situation like this. I needn't have concerned myself.

The bigger of the two guys put his hand on Amy's shoulder. It didn't look to me as if it was a real heavy grab but she wasn't going to put up with anything. She stepped back and swung her right foot at the guy's left knee and down he went screaming bloody murder with his leg bent at an incorrect angle. Instead of it bending front and back like normal it was then bending from side to side AND front to back. The whole lower part of his leg was just loose from the knee down. She then just stepped back as if nothing had happened and two or three bystanders soon let it be known they were firmly on her side as the guy slid down to the floor.

"Good going girl," was all I could hear from the onlookers. I walked over and asked what the heck was going on and one of the onlookers said, 

"That big bloke sitting on his ass over there grabbed her and she let him have it. I hope the Bobbies get her soon and I'll tell them what happened." 

Well, leave it to Amy to make the trip interesting. 

The buddy of the guy on the floor wasn't going to let his friend be decked by a woman pass unanswered so he started berating her calling her the filthiest of names and came charging towards her. That's all Trish needed to see was her big sister in jeopardy and her right arm swung out and the edge of her hand connected with the loud mouth's teeth. The next thing we saw was him spitting teeth all over the concourse and the crowd that by this time had gathered around the action were all in hysterics. There the two weirdo's were; one on the floor crying and the teeth of the other one down there too and two pretty young gals standing peacefully by as if nothing at all had happened. 

Just then a Bobbie came by and grabbed the arm of the one showing huge gaps where most of his front teeth once resided and pushed him in the direction of the one on the floor. The policeman was soon on his belt radio calling for some help to usher the two culprits off to the stationhouse and as he passed Amy and Trish he said ever so sweetly, "Ladies, have a nice time in Europe. I saw the whole thing and I'll be happy to take care of these clowns." 

As the Bobbie and his prisoners left the area Amy and Trish received a thunderous round of applause and cheers from the scores of onlookers that had witnessed the whole episode. The girls were really embarrassed but they smiled prettily and each of them took my arm as if to say 'He's mine'. I was prouder than I could even imagine.

We had arranged to take the Chunnel train from downtown London right to the center or Paris and we were about a half-hour early for the train but there was a coffee shop in the huge waiting area so we grabbed a cup while we waited to board. The Chunnel train isn't cheap when compared to some of the other ways of crossing the English Channel but it's fast and very comfortable AND it takes you directly between the downtown areas of the capital cities. It's a two hour ride and about 35 miles of it is underground/water.

Amy had booked a great room for us in Paris. We were close to the Seine River and many of the tourist sights like the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the Louvre and Museum d'Orsay. It was just before noon when we arrived in Paris and grabbed a taxi to the hotel.

We had no sooner stepped out of the hotel to go for a sightseeing walk in one of the world's most romantic cities when we saw a woman coming to us clutching a brown paper bag under her arm. Sticking out of the bag was a huge baguette; one of Europe's famous loaves of bread. That gave me a great idea. I went up to the woman and in broken sign language French/English asked her where she bought the bread. She pointed behind her and put up three fingers and I had to assume she was telling me three blocks. Sure enough in three blocks we ran right into a little deli. 

Amy had to ask, "Now what the hell did you want this for?"

"Just wait sweet thing."

I bought a big chunk of white cheese, a big bottle of red wine, a baguette, a tube of plastic cups and a newspaper.

This time it was Trish, "What the fuck are you going to do with all of that shit?"

"Hush your mouth or I'll have to go back in the store and get a bar of soap to wash it out."

Amy just looked at me and raised her shoulders indicating she had no idea what I was doing.

"C'mon gals, follow the leader."

I walked over two blocks with the gals following close behind and mumbling every step of the way when we came up to the street that runs along the Seine. The river is about thirty or so feet below the street level and there are cement paths along each side of the river's edge for pedestrians and amateur artists to display their work. There are stairways down to the paths and down we went.

I could see a light coming on in Amy's eyes when I found a nice little grassy area along the path looking right out at the river. "Trish, open up the newspaper and put some of it down as our table cloth and other parts down for our seats. I have a pocketknife I'll use to cut us some cheese and bread slices and Amy, you can use the knife to remove the pop-up cork in the wine. We can sit at the side of the most romantic river in all of France eating a great lunch and watching the tour boats going up and down the river with hundreds of tourists looking at us wishing they were here rather than on the boat.

It was magnificent. We ate the cheese, enjoyed the wine and had a nice lunch for our first day in Paris. But leave it to Trish to come up with a great dessert. She pulled out a few sheets of the newspaper and spread them on my lap. 

"Trish, it's broad daylight and we are in the midst of a huge city. Don't get carried away."

"Nick, this was such a super idea you deserve a prize."

With that she reached under the paper and fondled my cock hard and soon had it out, but still under the paper. Then she started,

"Nick, some time ago you told me that you would teach me how to masturbate you. Remember?"

"Well, I guess I do but I never meant the lesson would be in public." I said with a laugh.

She wasn't to be stopped. "Nick, the newspaper is keeping it from being 'in public' as you describe it. Now tell me what to do."

Amy was in tears laughing and she joked, "Trish, you have to grab his pocketknife and then slash around his crotch a little. That will get him real excited." 

That made my double over in case Trish thought she was serious. 

"Okay Trish, listen up. Grab my cock gently and begin sliding your hand up and down the shaft. Occasionally when your hand is at the top of the shaft and near the head of my cock let a couple fingers reach out and just lightly run them around the head. You will soon feel some creamy liquid there that is known as 'pre-cum.' Massage the head softly with that cream and then get back to moving your hand up and down my shaft.'

"Yes, honey, that's right. You are doing perfect." I said as she began her motions.

Damned if she wasn't. Another few minutes of this and some of those people on the boats going past were going to see an explosion. 

Whew, I wasn't going to last long like this. Part of the excitement was where it was happening and the other part was how well she was doing it.

"Trish, I'm going to come in a minute."

Amy jumped in with, "Trish, slow down a lot until this boat gets past us." A Seine tour boat was going past right then and those things hold well over a hundred passengers so it was long enough that it was going to take a few minutes to get past our position. Some of the passengers on the rear deck were waving at us and Amy managed to wave back at them. As soon as the boat was past Amy said to Trish, "Go fast and hard right now Sis.'




Screwing Our Way Across Paris



Did she ever and the heat was coming up from my balls and Amy could tell I was seconds away from coming. She pulled back the newspaper and pushed Trish's hand out of the way replacing it with her own. She then took the head of my cock in her mouth and jerked the lower part of my shaft a few more strokes until I was filling her mouth with my juices. Holy shit... what an orgasm! 

"Girls, I have to say you have outdone yourselves. I'll have to think of ways to even it out with both of you."

The cheese was finished but we still had a half bottle of wine left so we sat there sipping, laughing and just plain enjoying each others company.

We finished the wine around two PM and I then announced I had another treat. We were only a few blocks away from the world famous Louvre museum and we would soon be there to see what we could. Someone said that if you only spent twenty seconds looking at every piece of art on display in the museum and did it for eight hours a day five days a week it would take you nine months to see them all. Now that's a lot of art. 

We entered the place through the ultra modern entrance designed by I.M. Pei. The girls and I thought it was very nice but the modern architecture of it is so different from the rest of the building there is a lot of controversy about it among Parisians. It took us a little while to locate the more famous of the exhibits but we finally did. Unfortunately, the Mona Lisa is behind so many plates of bulletproof glass that it is tough to clearly see the colors and brushstrokes. Venus de Milo had a huge crowd around it and it was quite nice. 

As we looked at many of the other paintings we concluded that you really had to have a sense of appreciation for all facets of art to properly appreciate all that we were looking at. Some of it looked like it was painted by children! There was no question our brief visit only scratched the surface of all that is to be seen in the place. We heard that some folks will spend the better part of a week just seeing the highlights of the art on display. We weren't THAT interested in art.

We wandered around the museum for what seemed like hours before I announced that I had another surprise. My last one of the picnic on the banks of the Seine went over so well that the girls were anxious to hear what my next one was going to be.

They didn't know that I had left a note, and a twenty-dollar bill, for the concierge at the hotel we were staying at asking him to make reservations for the three of us at the Jules Verne Restaurant for 7:30. That restaurant is world class and somewhat difficult to get a reservation but I was counting on the concierge and the twenty to do their magic. The restaurant is on the second level of the Eiffel tower and the food and views are said to be extraordinary. We'll see. 

The girls were getting to be a real pain on the way back to the hotel asking me what the surprise was going to be. It was almost like kids asking, "Are we there yet Daddy?" Mum was the word and when we went into the hotel the concierge was at his desk and had a huge smile plastered all over his face as I went up to him. "Oui. Everything is OK" he said proudly. Great, we were all set for a nice evening.

It was almost six PM when we got to the room and I announced that we didn't have enough time for any fun and games and that we would have to hurry a bit to get ready to leave the room around seven. I had brought a blue blazer with a pair of nice gray slacks with a white shirt and decent tie. As I was getting them out of my big case I could hear the girls ooohing and ahhing about what a special place we must be going to. I said that it was and the two of them had better get their asses moving if they wanted to accompany me. That was all it took and they both got into high gear.

We got a taxi from one of those lined up in front of the hotel and when we got to the Eiffel Tower the girls almost flipped. "You mean we got all dressed up to climb a damn tower?" Trish asked. Neither of them knew of the superb restaurant on the second level. I said nothing.

They have an elevator control kind of guy down at the base of the Tower who gives preferential treatment to those with dinner reservations as he decides who got on the elevators first. The sightseeing tourists who were just going up to the viewing platforms didn't rate the same as diners.

You could have heard the gasps from the gals when the elevator stopped at the second level to let us out and the Maitre de, who was standing there, greeted us by name. Both of the girls looked at me as if I was a God and each took an arm and in we went. I had to say they both looked stunning. Trish had a low cut cocktail type of dress and her cleavage was should I say breathtaking. Damn she has nice tits. Amy was wearing a tight fitting sheath kind of dress that showed off every curve she has and she has some nice ones. Most of the men sitting at the tables we went past were twisting on their chairs to follow the view. Even the Maitre de couldn't keep his eyes off them.

The hotel concierge did a fantastic job with the reservations as evidenced by the Maitre de ushering us to the only empty window table with a fantastic view. I quickly dug out another twenty and palmed it to him as he seated us.

The food, wine, view and conversation were everything one could hope for and the bill was one I'd just as soon forget. But, it was worth every penny.

As were leaving restaurant the Maitre de asked if we were going to go up to the top level for the magnificent views from that level. The elevators were getting ready to stop for the evening and if we wanted to go he would make certain one would be ready for us and also ready to take us down when we were ready to do that as well. The twenty was doing its job ... we were going up.

The viewing platform at the top is nice. You can walk completely around it and see the city from each viewpoint. There was another couple there when we got there but they left within a few minutes. Perfect. 

"Trish, come here." As I pointed to my side, "and Amy, you come over here too"

I first got behind Trish and began to lift her dress. 

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked brushing my hand away.

"How in the world am I going to fuck you at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris with your dress down by your knees." I replied.

That was all she had to hear and she quickly had her dress up to her waist and her panties down to her knees. I then turned her around so I could slip my rock hard cock in from the rear. I did it in one smooth move and she gasped so loud they must have heard it down at the level below us! I pounded her pussy as hard and fast as I could and it didn't take long. She was throwing it back at me and I could feel her vaginal muscles begin their contractions as she had her orgasm. 

"You're next Sis." I said to Amy.

My cock was still rock hard and I rammed it into her the same as I had with Trish. 

"Oh my God, I have been thinking about something like this during the entire dinner but I never dreamed it would actually happen."

"It's happening honey, enjoy it" and I kept pounding away. I was thinking that I would have fucked them softly and tenderly but I didn't want the elevator operator walking around out on the deck to tell us he was shutting down for the night.

Amy had a huge orgasm and then leaned back over her shoulder and planted a big kiss on me and said, "I don't think I ever told you how much I love you."

Whew, this is getting serious, particularly when I feel the same way about her.

It was still early when we got back to the hotel so we went in to the lounge for a nightcap. This time we all went for Single Malt Scotch Whisky and they toasted me for nice surprises at both lunch and dinner. Trish's toast to me announced that I was a 'keeper.' Besides the fabulous sex we were truly enjoying being with one another.

"Ladies, I don't think you could handle another surprise tonight so maybe I had better wait until morning for the next one. I wouldn't want to overdue anything."

Trish bitched again with, "You can really be a pain in the ass do you know that?"

I couldn't resist answering her with, "Only when I stick my cock up yours."

She laughed but said, "We agreed that would never happen didn't we?" 

"Yes sweet lips. I was just teasing.," At least for right then.

We enjoyed a couple more drinks before retiring to our room and by that time with the wine at dinner and the drinks in the lounge we weren't ready for anything except sleep.

We slept the sleep of the dead that night with all of the booze we had consumed the night before. I hope we learned a lesson.

Early the next morning I took the DO NOT DISTURB sign from inside the door and reached out and put it out on the hall-side doorknob. I knew we would be busy!!

"OK gals. Surprise time!! Do you remember the two different size dildos I bought to see if you could handle one up your ass? Neither of you could handle the large one but you both were able to take the smaller one without any trouble. Well, I remember that each of you moved your hips around kind of sensually when the smaller one was buried in you. That's what's going to happen this morning. I am going to fuck your pussy with my cock as your sister slips the small dildo up your ass. I'll move my cock around and your sister is going to twirl the dildo around. I'm betting getting fucked in both places at the same time will drive you bananas. Amy, you are up first."

Holy shit, I never dreamed being plugged in both places at the same time was going to be such a huge turn on for them. Amy was slow getting going but once Trish had the thing up in her ass the full four inches she went crazy. Trish had a tough time keeping the dildo in her ass and I, with the movement of her hips, had an equally tough time keeping a nine-inch cock buried in her pussy. The girl was doing some serious fucking. Whew, Trish was exactly the same when it was her turn.

Trish spoke first, "Damn Nick, that was unbelievable. I said last night that you were a keeper and if Amy doesn't want to keep you I damn sure do."

Oh shit, that's exactly what I didn't want to happen ... getting fought over by the sisters.

Amy spoke quickly, "Nope Trish. I'll still let him fuck you but when the night is done he's going home with me."

"Now, now ladies, let's not be touchy. I'm going to fuck each of you so often and so hard that you won't walk for a week. Then I am going to massage your clit with my tongue so gently and deeply you will be begging for mercy."

"Oh my God, Amy you not only have found a keeper but he's a winning keeper." Trish said with a huge laugh.

"Girls, all of these compliments will go right to my head." I said with a laugh.

Trish jumped in with, "I'll bet it is going to your little head"

"Smart ass" I answered with a laugh.

"Girls we have a couple of great tourist spots to see today. One is the Notre Dame Cathedral and the other is the Arc de Triomphe. They will take most of the afternoon and then after dinner we are going to enjoy one of those boat rides on the Seine after dark tonight. I hear it is magnificent with the lights on many of the buildings and bridges." 

Trish had to follow that description of the activities with the expected question, "Do you have any surprises for us tonight?"

"I haven't given it any thought so we'll have to see." I smirked.

We had a late breakfast at one of the sidewalk cafes Paris is famous for and enjoyed it. From there we headed straight to the Cathedral of Notre Dame. It is one huge place but unless you are enraptured with religious sites one walk around it was enough for the three of us. I had some interest in the flying buttresses used in the construction to support the outer walls of the place but other than that it is interesting and a nice place to be able to say you visited!

From there we went for a pretty lengthy walk to the Arc de Triomphe. It didn't look to be as far on one of the little city maps we had but it was a fairly long trek. The walk did give us the chance to see a lot more of the interesting architecture of the city and that we did enjoy.

The Arc sits on the point from which twelve streets radiate. There is no way you could cross one of those streets safely so they wisely have put multiple underpasses out to the Arc used by the pedestrians. There is a small elevator that carries those who want to go to the top for the fantastic views of the city. We took it and then stood at the railing around the top and oohed and ahhed like everyone else up there. Except we had a little different reason for our noise making. Amy was leaning against the railing when I came up behind her. My cock was only half-hard as I saw her lovely ass looking back at me. I went up behind her and pressed my cock against her and my shaft, even though it was covered by my pants, fit nicely between her loose shorts and the cleft of her cheeks. That was all she needed to feel and she was pushing back at me as hard as she could and wiggling her butt. Trish was standing alongside of her and could instantly see what was happening and began a huge laugh and that got Amy and I laughing causing the other tourists to look at us as if we were whacko. Weird we may be but we sure know how to enjoy ourselves. 

It really is an interesting place to see for there is also an Eternal Flame for the grave of the Unknown Soldier from World war I at the center of the arch at street level that can be seen in any movies featuring the Arc.

Visiting Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe didn't take anywhere near as long as we had thought so we also walked down to see the Museum d'Orsay. It is incredible. No where near as large as the Louvre but they have converted an old train station into a fabulous facility for the arts. Trish is a fan of Van Gogh and they have a great collection of his works. Neither Amy nor I are big on him so we spent the time looking at the work of other artists. We all enjoyed the d'Orsay far more than we did the Louvre. 

It was just after six PM when we got out of the d'Orsay and I had promised the gals a nighttime boat ride on the Seine so had better find someplace to eat soon. Ah ha, Amy had picked up an AAA brochure somewhere along our travels and it mentioned a few good sidewalk café's they recommended. 

"You gals take your pick and I'll go along with whatever you chose."

They picked one and we grabbed a table near the front window of the place rather than one of the tables out where the passerby's walk. We still had the ambiance of eating outdoors but didn't have to suffer with everyone walking past staring down at what we were eating. It was a perfect table and as it turned out the food was excellent and the price reasonable.

We enjoyed our dinner and then a couple of cognacs to wash it down with before we got up to walk over to the boat boarding dock for our nighttime cruise on the Seine.

Two-thirds of the boat was under a roof with the rear open to the elements. We chose to be out on the rear section to give us a better viewing platform. It was perfect.

By the time the boat left the dock it was pitch dark and many of the buildings along the river as well as most of the bridges crossing it were lit up beautifully. The boat traveled the same section of the river where we had our cheese and wine lunch our first day. Every now and then the captain would turn on a brilliant searchlight and direct it at the pathway along the bank of the river. He somehow knew the young lovers would be at those spots and the light quickly lit up young couples kissing and doing a whole lot of groping. If the sight warranted it he would give a little toot or two of his horn and those on the boat broke out in applause. 

I was sitting almost at the rear of the boat and I called Amy over to me. I had gotten a hard-on looking at her and Trish as they bent over climbing all over the seats as they were looking for the perfect one for them. When Amy got near me I reached out and pulled her down on my lap and she soon felt my rock hard shaft that I had released from my pants. She turned and kissed me and I reached under her top and unclasped her pants. She slid them down by herself and then she sat with her back to me as we looked at all of the sights with my cock deep in her pussy. Anyone walking past had no idea what was going on!

Trish came over and sat down beside us to ask, "Am I next?"

"Honey, I think the boat ride will be over by the time your sister explodes. I'll have to take care of you later."

Just then Amy began to lift up and down the length of my cock and she started her usual moaning as her orgasm was getting closer. I pulled her face around to me so I could kiss her and at least shut her up. When she finally let go she rose up a few inches and then slammed her ass down on my lap as she tried to drive my cock even deeper as she exploded.

There was a small bar just inside of the door to the inner section of the boat and Trish did the honors of going in and getting a handful of napkins for Amy and I to clean up with. She had really let go with a river of her juices and they covered her ass and my cock. Trish had to make several trips for napkins.

Each time she handed us some napkins she said, 

"Oh Nick, you are going to have to be extra special nice to me to make up for all of this," and Amy and I roared.

When the boat docked and we stood to walk off there were two women about our ages walking right along side of us. One turned to us and said, 

"Our hotel is only a block away. We'd love to have you join us there for a nightcap."

It was my place to answer her, partly because if I had left it up to the girls Lord only knows what would have been said,

"Ladies, that's a very interesting offer and one that many guys would die to get. However, I am fortunate to be accompanied by two of the loveliest women imaginable and wouldn't even begin to think about accepting your kind and flattering invitation."

"Wow, they are lovely but there are also lucky to be accompanied by a smooth talker like you." Replied the one that had made the offer.

Amy almost flipped and Trish was stuttering. I put an arm around the shoulder of each of them and we walked off the boat with them looking up at me in what I thought was total admiration.

When we got a little ways off the boat Trish was busting to talk about what had just happened. She pulled away from under my arm and then faced me as she exploded with, "How long did it take for you to dream up that response you gave that whore?" 

"Damnit to hell Trish, I didn't dream it up. It's the way I feel and if you can't handle me complimenting you then you can go fuck yourself and Amy if you are thinking along the same lines as your sister you can join her in her sexcapade. You girls are something else and Trish whether you know it or not you have just pissed me off royally."

"Hold on Nick. I don't think that Trish meant to hurt you. I honestly think she was taken aback to hear you express your caring feelings about us to a total stranger. Am I right Trish?"

"Oh God yes. I am so sorry it came out the way it did Nick. It wasn't you I was upset with it was the nerve of that bimbo trying to make a move on you with us right there." 

"Ok, let's let it drop." I answered but wasn't totally sure that I had just heard the truth.

Amy jumped in with, "Hey, there are a number of rather famous night spots in this town that we ought to take a look at. I saw a tour bus that advertised an hour tour up and down and around the Champs Elysées, the most well known avenue in town. What do you say we take a ride on it and then have a better idea of where and what is available? I am sure the tour guide on the coach announces all those things we will be going past. We can hit the best of them tomorrow night."




Screwing Our Way Across Paris



We got the tour coach a few blocks away and really did enjoy it. The guide spoke both French and English and gave a little story about whatever we were passing in one language or the other and then followed up with the other language before we got too far past the sight.

We spotted a few places that sounded interesting but I thought I'd get the input from the concierge at the hotel about them the next day.

That night wasn't much different than most of the other nights we spent together except we did try a few different positions. Trish had never been fucked while up on her hands and knees and she fell in love with that position once she had. I positioned my cock in line with her puffy pussy lips and before I even touched them with the head of my cock she was pushing herself back to me. It didn't take much and I was in to the hilt and she was moaning in ecstasy. I put one hand on each of her hips and pulled her to me as I was driving my cock into her and it didn't take either of us very long before we were each having our orgasms. Damn, her tight, almost virgin, pussy really does a fabulous job of grabbing my cock. I dare not mention that to Amy for fear of a creating a very jealous and rebellious sister.

Rather than fuck Amy I thought I would use my mouth on her. She had been lying on the bed watching Trish and I reached over and pushed her flat. As soon as I had her on her back I slipped a hand down and parted her legs and then let my fingers slide up inside of her feeling for her clit. The second I touched it she let out a groan and threw one arm up over her face and the other down to let her hand grab the back of my head. I used the fingers folded tent fashion to fuck her with for a few seconds while I moved myself down to get my face in line with her soft sweet pussy lips. As soon as I had my tongue moving around the outside of her pussy she began to throw her ass up to me. I quickly slid my hands under her ass grabbing her hips from the underside and pulled them to my face as I buried my face in her pussy while letting my tongue search out her clit. 

It didn't take long before she was beginning the screech she lets out just before she comes. I motioned for Trish to get her face up there and she planted a huge kiss on her to shut her up. Amy had her orgasm but didn't seem to want to stop Trish's kiss. The two of them just lay there with their arms intertwined and giving each other deep soul kisses. The sisters are getting to know each other better every day!!!

With all the walking and fucking we enjoyed that day sleep came very easily. 

We woke around nine and by the time we got ready to go out for breakfast it was damn near eleven. Shortly before we left the room I noticed Trish was sitting over near the window and from the way her back was heaving I knew she was in tears. I made a questioning motion to Amy who just gave me a shrug. Oh shit, what the hell is wrong now.

I went over and sat beside her and put one arm around her shoulders and asked the obvious question, "Honey, what's wrong?" 

She turned and threw her arms around my neck and put her face on my shoulder and broke out in a full-fledged trying jag.

"What's the problem Trish?"

"Oh Nick, I am so sorry about last night after we got off the cruise boat and my stupid remark to you after that bimbo made her move on us. I think I have fallen in love with you and to hear her try to steal you away tore me up. I know that you didn't do anything at all to encourage her and you put her down nicely but I was just upset and I worried about it all night."

"Trish, stop and think about it. If I had any interest at all in those gals would I be here now? I don't think so. I care about both of you more than I can even talk about and no bimbos are going to come between us. That's a promise."

That seemed to settle her down for she brought her mouth up to mine and kissed me deeply.

I just couldn't let it go that easily. Big mouth me just had to say something smart ass like, "Now if they both had bigger tits than you two I might have had a different response to them."

Oh shit, that started Trish crying all over again. This time it was Amy, who calmed her down by saying,

"Trish, we both may love him but he really can be a pain in the ass quite often. Maybe we ought to look for another guy. What do you think?" I noticed her give Trish a sharp poke in the ribs as she was saying that and Trish took the hint. "Yeah, maybe you are right. The next time we ought to look for one with a decent sized cock." She said as she held her arm out to me with her fist facing me with her index finger raised. She then wagged that finger from side to side while saying, Na, na, na, na, na, na as if it was then her turn to come out with a smart ass remark. 

I couldn't help but laugh and Amy did as well. That whole little episode was good because it cleared the air about what had happened the previous day.

Today the basilica of Sacre-Coeur was on the agenda. It is a little ways out of the center of Paris but that was OK since it is on probably the highest spot in the whole area and that makes for some extraordinary views of the entire city. The interior is almost completely covered with exquisite mosaics and other beautiful artwork so we were in for a treat. 

We took the Metro (Paris's fantastic subway system) to the bottom of the hill the basilica is on and then saw a very depressing sight. Stairs and more stairs. It looked to us as if we had one humongous hill to climb and we would be dragging by the time we got up there. We had just started the climb with Amy leading the way followed by me and Trish three or four steps behind when out of the blue we heard Trish.

"You would have thought they would have put in some kind of fucking elevator rather than force people to climb these God damn stairs."

Ooops, I looked up and guess who was coming down the steps right at us ... a group of two priests and three nuns. No problem, one of the priests spoke English and said, "You are right girls. And they did put a way to get up to the top without having to climb these dreaded stairs. Come and permit me to show you." After Trish's profane outburst we followed as if we were sheep. Just a short ways off to the side at the bottom of the hill there it was .... The Montmarte funicular railway made up of two small side by side cars and for a very small fee takes passengers up and down the hill. Voila, we were saved. We thanked the priest and neither of us mentioned Trish's profanity.

The views of the city were truly spectacular and we did enjoy the artistic decorations inside as well.

We were walking out of the basilica when Amy said that she was feeling bad and needed to sit. We went back inside and she sat on one of the pews.

"Nick, I feel terrible. I don't know what the hell is the matter with me but I know I am going to heave my cookies in a few minutes."

"Honey, if that's the case we ought to get you outside and near a trash bin. I did see some benches out there by the edge of the hill. We'll give it a little time and see if you don't improve. If not we'll get you to the nearest hospital and let them decide what's wrong." 

Well, to make a long story short she got progressively worse and it wasn't long before she was doubled over with pain. I got the address of the best hospital from one of the basilica priests and the three of us jumped in a cab and made a fast run to the emergency room.

An hour later we got the diagnosis. My lovely Amy is pregnant. She is only a little over a month along but the doctors were worried that having pains this early in a pregnancy isn't very good and could result in the loss of the baby. They recommended that she take it easy right there for a few days and that we ought to seriously consider canceling the rest of our vacation and head for home where she will find it easier to just rest for the next month or two. Well how about that!

We went back to the hotel and had her rest on the sofa in the room and just watch TV even though we didn't understand a word of what we were watching. We finally got an English speaking channel and that gave us a little relief.

She was heartbroken for ruining our trip but Trish and I made her put that out of her mind. I called the airline and the best flight arrangements I was able to get didn't leave Charles de Gaulle airport until the morning after the following day. There was an international financial conference going on in the city and the flights in and out of the city were packed. Not a real problem but Trish and I would do our best to keep her calm.

Then it was time for the obvious conversation. How did the pregnancy happen? She was on birth control pills ever since the day after we met months ago; or at least she was supposed to be. 

"Damnit it to hell. I ran out of the pills a month and a half ago and it was two days before I got the prescription refilled. It must have happened then."

"Amy, stop worrying about that stuff. You have a lot more important things to think about; like the wedding."

She almost flew off the sofa and leaped on me. "You mean you will marry me?"

"But of course, you don't think I am going to trust you to raise our kid by yourself?" I joked. "Of course I am going to marry you, that is if you will have me." 

"Have you? I would die if you weren't going to be the major part of my life. I fell in love with you months ago and my love for you has gotten stronger by the day."

So that is the end of our vacation but not our lives. Amy wasn't the perfect passenger on our flight home in that she was running to the rest room every hour or so to toss her cookies but we made it home OK. The wedding went off without a hitch and Amy is doing better with the pregnancy. Trish is living with us and there is a little bit of awkwardness when it comes to sex. The doctor recommended that she stay away from intercourse until the baby is born so Trish feels that she has to take over that responsibility. It's working OK but I do everything I can to prevent the situation from being thrown in Amy's face. 

I'll keep you posted.



Screwing Private Ryan



June 5, 1944 23:50

As we loaded onto the C-47, I wondered if it was going to be another false alarm. Yesterday, the weather had forced us to abort, but tonight the planes took off. I had the feeling that this was the night I would die for sure. I had gotten less than three hours shut-eye, and I floated between sleep and consciousness as we flew toward our drop zone.

I had done night drops in the English countryside over the last month, but this was the real deal, behind enemy lines. Few of us in the 101 st Airborne had experienced combat yet. That would change drastically over the next month, for those that would survive the next 24 hours.

My stomach churned. A few guys talked, but most were silent as the plane bounced in the sky. The air was thick with cigarette smoke. I fought the urge to puke.

As we entered the DZ, flak became heavy. The plane rocked heavily with the turbulence that the flak caused, and guys started vomiting. I had a strong urge to scream. My ears popped as the plane quickly climbed to a different altitude to avoid the flak.

Finally, the order came, and we lined up on the door. Funny thing about the army; it's not so much that you obey orders. It's more that they train you to not think, to be an automaton. You just follow the guy in front of you, and hope he knows what the fuck he's doing.

I could hear the barking of my sergeant in the background, but the words didn't register. I just followed the guy in front of me, and the guy behind followed me. When my turn came at the door, the sergeant pushed me out, and I was floating.

I've never in my life been so scared. We were sitting ducks for the German machine guns, and I knew at any second the sky would light up with their searchlights. The fall took forever; I couldn't get to the ground quickly enough.

The ground rushed up at me, and I rolled head over heels as I landed. I reeled in my chute as I had been trained, bundling it into a ball, then stashed it in the crook of a tree.

I could hear small arms fire all around, but none of it seemed very close to me. I figured I must have somehow become separated from my unit. Of course, later I learned just what a cluster fuck the whole operation turned out to be.

The pathfinders in charge of setting up the radar transponders that would mark the drop zone had failed to set them up. The heavy flak had caused the pilots to leave their assigned elevation, in many cases, and they were dropping guys too high or, worse yet, too low to the ground, spreading them wide of their intended drop zone. And the smoke and clouds made it tough for the pilots to get visual on the landmarks they were looking for.

Bottom line, they scattered us all over the fucking place, except where we were supposed to be. I had no clue where I was, or where my unit was. I just knew I was supposed to rendezvous at some fucking burg called Sainte-Mere-Eglise.

The ground was muddy from the pouring rain over the last few days, and as my boots stuck in the muck, the water flowed into my shoes, soaking my feet. I looked around for my buddies, but I couldn't see shit, and I damn sure wasn't going to call out. I made myself small, hunkering to the ground, and kept quiet. After a while, I realized I was alone. My instructions, in this case, were to work in concentric circles, ever widening, until I joined my unit. I was so scared, I didn't want to move, but I knew I couldn't stay there.

I unshouldered my weapon and began moving as a mist fell. My heart raced, as I expected to encounter German troops at any moment. As the minutes turned into hours, I struggled to keep up my guard, trying to remember everything I'd been trained to do.

I kept stepping in holes and slipping, so when I saw a road, I decided to forget the circling routine and just see where the road took me. It wasn't much of a road, not even paved, but the nice thing about roads is that they eventually lead somewhere, and usually have signs that tell you where you're going.

I figured I had overshot my target to the west. If I had landed too far east, the shore defenses would have shot us before we even hit the ground. So I headed east. I stumbled along, barely awake. Suddenly, I saw something ahead.

I approached cautiously. The clouds blocked the moonlight, and I squinted, trying to see. It appeared there was someone sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree.

As I approached, I could tell that it was a kraut from his helmet. His chin was on his chest, apparently asleep. I dreaded firing my weapon, knowing that it would attract every German in the area. I slowly approached, ready to fire. My heart raced, and every fiber in my body was tight as a drum.

Suddenly, I heard a voice say, "Il est mort".

I almost soiled myself when I heard that voice, and I swung my weapon toward where I heard the voice coming from, then back toward the kraut. Amazingly, he was still asleep.

"NON, NON, OK, Joe, Non, Non, OK."

I hesitated; it appeared to be a young girl's voice. She stepped from the darkness with her hands above her. Pointing at the German, she ran a finger across her throat, saying, "ffftt".

I put my heel against him and pushed, and he fell over. He was dead. I guess some of my buddies had been this way earlier. I raised my weapon and pointed it at the woman.

"Non, Non, OK, Joe. Parlez-vous francais?"

I squinted in the darkness. I couldn't see her clearly, but from her voice, she appeared to be French, a local.

"OK, Joe, OK," she said again, as she held her hands up above her head.

I lowered my rifle, and she repeated, "Parlez-vous francais?"

"No. English?"

"Much little," she said, holding two fingers barely apart.

"You seen any other men?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, uncomprehending.

"Americans?" I tried.

She shook her head.

"Well, that Jerry didn't die of natural causes, I don't imagine," I said. "Are you lying?"

She said nothing. I used my boot to turn the kraut over. There was a hole in the back of his head. I pointed at him, and the girl shrugged, as if to say she didn't know what happened.

Then it occurred to me that she might have stumbled on the place just like I did. I studied her more carefully. She wore a green dress. It didn't look home-made. From the looks of it, she might have been a city girl. There were lots of displaced locals.

At the time, I thought she was an old woman, but looking back, she was probably no more than twenty two or three. I was barely sixteen, not even shaving regularly yet. I had lied about my age to enlist; I was tall for my age, and the enlistment officers didn't look too closely, they had their numbers to make. My mom almost shit when she found out, but my old man took care of her for me.

What would a city girl be doing in the middle of nowhere, near the drop zone? Was she a member of the French resistance? Or a German spy?

She pointed at my pack, then pointed at her mouth and rubbed her belly.

"Nourriture?" she said.

I figured out she was asking for food. I opened my pack and gave her a chocolate bar. She practically ate the paper, she gobbled it down so quickly. She acted like she hadn't eaten in a month.

Just then, the night exploded with dozens of bombs. It had to be miles from us, but it lit up the night sky.

The girl became very excited, and said, "Amerique arrivee?" She grabbed the lapel of my shirt in her excitement and repeated, over and over again "Amerique arrivee?"

"Yeah," I said, taking her hands off my shirt.

There was a constant drone of B-24s overhead, and so many bombs it was like one continuous concussion that never stopped, rather than individual bombs. God, I was glad I wasn't wherever those bombs were landing.

Suddenly, we could see a headlight coming, and we ducked into the bush. A motorcycle drove by, followed by three transport trucks, most likely full of krauts being rushed up to the front. So it appeared I had been going the right direction.

Those bombs had stirred up a hornet's nest. At several locations, many miles away, there were decoy operations to divert the German's attention from the actual landing site, but this carpet bombing alerted the Germans in the area to reinforce their defenses.

One after another, vehicles of every sort whizzed by us. In between, the woman carefully reached over and grabbed the dead man's pack. She rifled through it, looking for food I suppose. It had nothing of interest to her, and she threw it back at the body.

Finally I tired of waiting, doing nothing, and asked the girl, "Sainte-Mere-Eglise?"

She stared at me blankly, and I repeated the name several times.

Suddenly her face lit up and she said, "Ahh, Sainte-Mere-Eglise?"

I had been pronouncing it incorrectly.

She pointed northeast.

"How far?"

She said nothing.

"Clicks? Kilometers?"

She held up ten fingers. So, assuming she understood my question, and assuming she knew the answer, and assuming she was being honest, and assuming I wouldn't be impeded by the enemy, and assuming I didn't get lost, I could reach my objective in a couple of hours or so. I looked at my watch; it was 03:20.

Another convoy of vehicles sped by. It was obvious I wasn't going to be able to use this road, so I set out in the direction the woman had pointed, walking through the fields. The woman followed.

Turning, I waved the back of my hand and said sharply, "Git. Go on. I don't need company where I'm going."

The woman stopped, but when I turned and walked off, she continued following me. I stopped several times, but I couldn't get her to leave. Come to think of it, I don't know where she would have gone. Cripe, how did she wind up out here in the first place?

All the miles of walking in my wet boots was beginning to wear a blister between two of my toes. It hurt like shit. My gear weighed about 70 pounds, almost half my body weight, so I wasn't able to cover ground quickly. Not to mention the fact that half the German army was driving past us, and every time we came to an opening, we had to wait for a chance to cross it. When we came to a cross-roads, the girl studied the signs and pointed to the right.

We came to a farmhouse with fields of waist high grain on three sides. Someone had planted and tended these fields, so I approached very carefully, wary of dogs. I planned to give the house a wide berth, but just then another set of headlights appeared, and there was nowhere to hide. We made for the house and hid beside it as the cars zoomed by.

Funny; there were no dogs. Who ever heard of a farm without dogs. Going around the back, we noticed the back door open.

I sneaked up onto the porch, my rifle raised, when suddenly the woman yelled out, "Bonjour, il y a quelqu'un?"

I thought I was going to give birth to a turd, and I hit the deck, certain that a farmer was going to fire at us with his shotgun. But there was no noise. The woman went through the door and I could hear her stumbling in the darkness, bumping into the furniture. I picked myself up and followed her. It was as dark as a well in there, but we felt around and found a place to sit down.

"Cigarette?" she asked.

I reached in my pocket and pulled out the pack of Lucky Strikes that I had been given before takeoff. I hadn't smoked any, afraid of lighting a match. I gave her one, and took one myself, then reached into my pocket and grabbed a box of matches.

Lighting the match, I held it to her cigarette, then lit my own. We sat there, smoking in the dark, the house shaking from the rumbling of the bombs in the distance. In the glow from her cigarette as she inhaled, I studied her face. She wasn't bad looking. She had dark hair, wavy, and she was tall; almost as tall as me. Her face was pleasant, and she had pale, white skin.

She pointed to herself and said, "Therese."

Then she pointed to me, and said, "Comment vous appellez-vous?"

I could tell she was asking my name.

"Ryan," I said. "Rick Ryan."

"Ryan Rick Ryan," she said, repeating it.

"No. Just Rick Ryan."

"Just Rick Ryan."

"No," I said, smiling. "Rick."

"Ah, Rick. Rick."

I had never heard my name sound like she made it sound.

I got up and looked around. The house looked like it had been abandoned hurriedly. Whoever left didn't bother to pack much; their clothes still hung in the closet, and there were pans on the stove. It was creepy; I had the feeling whoever lived there was going to come in at any moment.

I got up and walked around carefully, feeling my way through the dark house. Opening a door, I saw stairs leading to a cellar. I pulled out my .45 and held it in front of me as I walked down the stairs.

"American," I said, unsure of how much protection that would offer.

The girl followed me down the steps. It was a root cellar. There were a few beets and potatoes. They had been there a while; there were lots of sprouts growing from the potatoes. Against the wall were a few bottles. The girl examined them, then grabbed one.

We went back up the stairs and set the bottle on the table. The girl started going through the drawers, feeling her way inside them, looking for something to open it with. She couldn't find anything.

I took my trench knife out of the ankle scabbard I carried it in and took the bottle from her. I poked the cork and start twisting, trying to get the cork out, but the cork just tore until I could no longer get the knife in far enough to reach what was left. She took a butter knife and pushed the rest of the cork into the bottle. Grabbing a couple of small glasses, she poured the contents into them.

I sniffed; it smelled strong, kind of like vinegar. She sniffed it, then took a sip.

"Ah, eau-de-vie," she said.

I took a sip, and sputtered it out, coughing. It was strong. I had expected it to be wine, but it was something stronger. Looking back later, I realized it was brandy. The girl laughed and took another swig. She asked for another cigarette, and we sat there smoking and drinking, as the sun began to rise. It was 05:20.

Suddenly, the never ending noise from the airplanes and the carpet bombing got even louder, as the 14" guns from the naval ships began pounding the beach defenses. Christ, there couldn't be anyone left alive after all the bombs those B-24s had dropped, could there?

The constant din from the bombardment had been going on for hours, and my nerves felt shot. The fatigue and sleeplessness were taking their toll on me.

"Vous avez du papier toilette?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Papier toilette," she repeated, making a motion of wiping her butt.

"Oh, yeah," I said, grabbing the sheets out of my pack.

She took a couple and went outside to pee. When she got back, I went out the back door and peed off the porch. I guess she noticed me limp from the blister on my toe when I came back in.

She pointed at my foot and asked, "êtes-vous blesse?"

"It's nothing," I said, understanding that she had asked about my foot.

She knelt in front of me and began unlacing my boots, then pulled them off. God, did it ever feel good to get those wet boots off my feet.

Grabbing a bucket, she went out back to the water trough. Putting the bucket under the spout, she pumped until water filled the bucket, then she came back into the house. There was some soap near the basin in the kitchen, and she used it to thoroughly wash my feet. Then she wrapped them in a towel and gently dried them.

She set my smelly boots out on the back porch. Then, turning her back to me, she reached behind her and unbuttoned her dress, pulled it over her head and set it over a chair. She used the soap to wash under her arms.

She had dark hair under her arms, like a man. I had never seen a woman undressed, and I never knew they grew hair there. I had seen the pin-ups in the barracks; Rita Hayworth, Jane Russell, Betty Grable. They didn't have hair under their arms. It never occurred to me then that women had to shave. I was really naïve.

Her white knickers were short, above her knees, and showed a lot of thigh. She was very thin, but I thought she was incredibly sexy. She used the towel to dry under her arms, then turned toward me, giving me the first view of a woman's chest I had ever seen.

For such a thin girl, her breasts were very full. The nipples sat high and pointed straight ahead. I stared, unable to say anything, as she walked toward me. She sat in my lap and put her arms around my neck. I didn't know what to do with my hands. Finally, I put them around her waists.

My face was bright red. The smell of her body was strong, despite having washed up under her arms. It was the first time I had smelled the earthy aroma of a young woman, and I thought she smelled fantastic.

She put her lips on mine and kissed me, then stood and led me to the bed in the corner. The bed was a thin, straw mattress on a short platform. She sat on the bed as I stood in front of her, and she began unbuttoning my shirt. Throwing it aside, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, then lowered them. I climbed into bed next to her, wearing my underwear.

We frantically wrestled, touching each other everywhere, pulling off our underwear. Her genitals were covered with a thick, dark mat of hair. Her breasts were unbelievable, with hard nipples that I loved sucking into my mouth.

As I lay on my back, she straddled my waist, lowering herself onto my stiff dick, and we mated. When I was all the way in, she rhythmically raised and lowered her butt, stroking my dick with her pussy.

I twisted one nipple between my fingers while I sucked the other, as she pumped my dick. I was unable to withstand the attention long before my orgasm approached. I groaned as I spilled into her. She ground her groin against mine, eating every drop with her vagina.

She wiped herself on the sheets and lay next to me. We were asleep within minutes. I awoke with a start, jumping up. Something was wrong. I realized that it was that the bombing had stopped. I looked at my watch. It was 10:45. Unbelievably, I had slept for almost four hours. The alcohol and the sex must have relaxed me.

Slipping out of bed, I went to the back porch and peed, then reentered the house. She hadn't moved. I got back into bed and snuggled against her back. Reaching around her, I fondled her fabulous breasts as she began to stir.

"Bonjour," she said, drowsily.

As I played with her, I became increasingly excited. She laid there, allowing me access to her body. I was hard, and I entered her from behind. Because I had cum less than five hours ago, I was able to last longer this time, and I pumped her deeply.

She reached between her legs and played with herself as I stroked her. I kneaded her breasts and nuzzled her neck. She began breathing heavily as her orgasm approached, and she grunted her climax, as I sprayed her. We lay together as our breathing returned to normal.

I got up and dressed as she watched me. I'll never forget how she looked, laying there naked, with my cum on her pussy and my saliva all over her face and breasts. Finally, she got up and wiped off my cum, then started dressing.

She took my trench knife and cut off a piece of the towel, wrapping it around my toe that had the blister. I put on my boots, keeping the material in place.

As I left, she started to follow me, but I turned and said, "No."

I held up my hands as though pointing a rifle and said, "bang, bang."

Where I was going, there was no place for her.

"Wait here," I said, pointing at the farmhouse.

She stopped, looking back toward the house, then toward me. I reached into my pack and grabbed my last two bars of chocolate and gave it to her, along with the remainder of the pack of Lucky Strikes. When I rounded the corner, out of sight of the farmhouse, I turned for one last look, and she was still standing there.

This year was the 70 th anniversary of the D-Day anniversary. There were hundreds of thousands of people who had a part in that history, and for every person, there's a different story. Few of those people had a story like mine, I imagine.




Screwing Private Ryan



Do I feel guilty, knowing that people were fighting and dying while I was making love to Therese?

Not even a little bit. I earned my Silver Star during the Battle of the Bulge, and saw plenty of action on the march to Berlin. The fact that I was dropped off target and took a little time to join the fray isn't my fault.

I never told anybody this story before. I guess I never knew whether I could be court martialed for doing what I did, instead of speeding to the front.

My wife, Dolores, is the only other woman I've ever known. She has no idea that I had relations with anyone other than her. I've never talked about my experiences in the war with anyone before, including Delores. Early on, she asked questions, but she figured out I wasn't interested in talking.

During the rest of the war, there was never a night I spent that I didn't miss her. I fantasized constantly about returning to that farmhouse to find her and make her mine. The winter of '45, as I froze my ass off in the Ardennes, there were plenty of times that I closed my eyes and returned to that cozy farmhouse on the Chernbourg peninsula. I wanted her so bad it was painful.

After VE day, I thought I'd be sent home, but it would be eight more months before I was deployed, as we tried to regain some order in Germany. Some of the guys were assigned the same duty in France, trying to help them rebuild, but unfortunately, I wasn't. I constantly thought about trying to bug out and find Therese. But I knew it was only a dream.

I have no reason to ever regret marrying Dolores. We've had a great life. Five kids, grandkids, great grandkids. It's been a great life.

But I'd be lying if I didn't say I've thought about Therese almost every day of my life. If she was alive, she would probably be around 93 or 94 at this point. The comparison is unfair to Dolores, I realize. Therese is still 23; she's never aged at all in my mind. Dolores, on the other hand, is 82 and has gained some weight, and her hips are bad.

With all the action I saw, you'd think my memories of the war would crowd out that one night with Therese, but to tell the truth, it's the first thing that comes to mind when I think of the war.

God, I wish I could know what became of her.



Screwing Sridevi



One of my cousins' tuition teachers, Sridevi, is a Malayali in her late twenties. Only a Bengali woman can look as beautiful as she looks in a sari, with her nice body, big boobs, and lovely wide ass. She used to come to our house to teach my cousin.

Whenever she came to our house I always peeped at her cleavage. The sight of her boobs rising and falling as she breathes makes me crazy even now. I wanted to fuck her and I was looking for an appropriate opportunity to fuck her. Finally, I forced her into having a physical relationship with me. I took advantage of her financial situation. She had a lot of financial problems and hence she would occasionally borrow some money from my mother and returned them at appropriate time.

It was the month of December last year and I noticed that whenever she came to teach my cousin, she looked like she was in a lot of tension.

Finally one day I asked, "What's the matter Sridevi? I have noticed that for the last couple of weeks you are looking a lot worried. Are you again facing financial problems?"

Hearing this she replied hesitantly, "Yes Varun, I am facing some financial problems again, but this time I am in deep trouble. My husband has run into a debt of over fifty thousand rupees and I do not know how to arrange for this money. My husband has got twenty thousand but I still require another thirty thousand."

I replied, "Why don't you borrow it from my mom? She will readily help you"

Hearing this she said, "Oh no Varun. I have already taken a lot of money from her and I do not want to ask for any more. But I do not know how will I erase this debt. I am ready to do anything to get out of this trouble."

Her reply aroused evil thoughts in my mind. I thought that it was the perfect opportunity for me to exploit her weakness.

Going closer to her I said, "Well Sridevi, I can arrange this amount for you privately without any one knowing it. But you have to do something for me."

She was elated to hear my reply and she asked, "What can I do for you Varun?"

Moving my hands round her shoulders I said, "Well Sridevi I just want to experience your body. If you will oblige me?"

Hearing me say this she was dumbstruck, but then she said, "It is impossible Varun. How can you even think of such a thing? Although I am in need of money but this does not mean I will sacrifice my purity for it. You can forget it. I prefer to remain in debt."

I didn't lose my nerve and replied, "Well Sridevi, the choice is yours. You are in need of money and I can give you that, and all I want is a few nights with you on the same bed. No one will ever know about it and your problem will also be solved. It would not be wise on your part to reject my offer."

Hearing my reply, she looked at me with pleading and helpless eyes. I knew that the ice was melting and was going to accept my offer.

Then she said, "Alright Varun. I am ready to sleep with you but it must remain secret all through our lives. When will I have to do that? When will you give me the money?"

I said, "Tonight my family is going away to attend a marriage party outside Bangalore. I will be alone in my house for the next two days. You can come today evening itself and I will let you go the next evening with five thousand rupees."

She said, "Alright Varun I will be here by eight in the evening. I will make some excuse in my house and stay with you for the next twenty-four hours. In that period you can do anything with my body. I won't stop you."

Saying this she went out. I was elated.

Finally the moment was about to come for me. It was six o'clock and I eagerly waited for the clock to reach eight. Sridevi arrived exactly at eight. I smiled seeing her and then closed the door.

She asked me, "When shall we start Varun?"

I said, "There's no hurry Sridevi. Let us watch television for the time being and I will let you know."

She was looking damn sexy in a light yellow sari and a white blouse through which I could see her bra.

As we were watching television I said, "Why don't you go and have a bath Sridevi? It will be better if you freshen up. And don't forget to shave your armpits and the hair on your body while bathing."

She quickly went in and had a bath. After an hour she came back in the living room, completely fresh and wearing a white chiffon sari with a sleeveless black blouse.

She said, "I am ready Varun."

I saw her and switched off the television and we went into the bedroom along with her. I quickly stripped off my clothes and underwear. My dick was standing and it was itching to enter Sridevi's cunt, then grabbing her by her waist, I kissed her lips. Initially there was no response from her lips but then after five minutes of repeated contact, her lips responded. Then I removed her sari, now she stood only in a blouse and petticoat in front of me.

She didn't utter a word all this while and it seemed she wasn't enjoying that so I said, "Come on Sridevi. Why are you not reciprocating? Let's enjoy ourselves now. I suggest you forget everything else for the time being and look on me as your husband. I am sure you will love every moment of it."

Then holding her boobs gently in my hands, I kissed her cleavage.

She moaned, "Oh Varun."

She was getting a little aroused now. I removed her blouse and now she stood only in a black lacy bra and petticoat. This aroused me a lot. I threw her on the bed and then placing my body on her I started to kiss her face and neck. Her breath was becoming heavier and it seemed as if she was also enjoying it now. Then I quickly removed her petticoat and started to kiss her lovely legs. Removing her bra, I bit her nipple and she moaned a little and that very moment my hand entered her panties. I reached her pussy; it was clean-shaven and it was hot by now.

I fingered for a while, as I knew that it was going to be easy to fuck my sexy Sridevi. Now I received signals from her. She immediately removed her panties and held me tightly while I pressed her lovely boobs, then I kissed her lovely body from all possible angles. She was burning hot with sweat and enjoying every moment of it. Finally spreading her legs, I thrust my penis into her cunt.

I went in quite easily and she screamed "Varun slowly. It's hurting me."

She tightened her legs around my hip and I slowly inserted my nine inch cock completely, then I moved my cock up and down. This continued for a while then I turned her around. I wanted to fuck her doggy style; I tried to insert my cock in her pussy. Her pussy was still tight but I could enter my cock to some extent. I started fucking her and showed her how to move to get the maximum pain and pleasure in fucking. And once I was in I rammed her pussy.

She was yelling in pain, "Oh Varun enough, please enough; I can't take it any more."

Nevertheless I continued to fuck her till I emptied my semen in her cunt. After about half an hour of fucking, I felt exhausted so I rested on her naked body. She was also exhausted and breathing heavily. I asked her to clean my cock in her mouth. She licked me clean.

After some time regaining some of my strength I started to fuck her lovely body once again. This continued for the next four hours and I experienced my Sridevi's body to the fullest. We fell asleep naked at about three in the morning.

Next morning I woke up and found Sridevi combing her hair. She had taken a bath was looking sexy in a dark blue sari.

She looked at me and said, "I hope you enjoyed me last night Varun. Although I didn't utter a single word the whole night I was enjoying every bit of it. The next time you fuck me, I will make your experience real fun. You will be shocked to find how horny I can be. For the moment, get up and have a bath, I am preparing some breakfast for you and after that it's fun time, boy."

Well the whole afternoon we spent in the bed, fucking each other vehemently, exploring utmost limit of sexual love. Sridevi fucked me from numerous new positions and I liked them all. We fucked each other until we were both too exhausted to move.

At about five Sridevi got up and said, "Now let me go Varun. It's time for me to go. Give me the money. I hope to earn the rest of the money and continue our relationship in the future as well but for the time being let me go away."

I handed over five thousand rupees to her. From that day onwards we have regularly had sex. Whenever Sridevi's husband is away she calls me and we two have fun. 



Screwing the Boss



Dianne is the boss's wife and also a partner in her husband's company where I work. She is a tiny, little lady about 4'10'' tall with a fantastic little figure. 

I've worked for them for fifteen years or so and I've always found Di to be a very sexy woman. Many a time I've thought, how good it would be fucking her because I just knew she would be a dirty whore and great shag. 

A few weeks ago on a Friday afternoon, the boss and his cronies had finished early to play golf. It was left to me to get everybody out and lock up the offices. 

Everyone had vanished before I went into my office to clear-up my laptop and lock up when I got the fright of my life! 

Di was sat at my desk, looking at what I'd mistakenly left on my laptop screen. Earlier I had been on one of my favourite porn sites which was full of amateur porn Stars, couples, etc... The image of a big, busty woman sucking a hard cock was large on display! "So this is what you do when you shut the door to your office, is it?" Di asked coyly.

She sounded as though she was going to give me a right rollicking but began to smile mischievously instead. 

I wasn't sure how to play it so I began apologizing.

"Sorry Di, sometimes I just can't help it. I think I'm addicted to porn. I know I shouldn't do it at work and usually I don't but I'm feeling so horny at present I keep going back to it."

"You know I should discipline you for this, don't you?" she said, concealing a smirk, "So, I need more evidence, sit down and show me what else is on this web site."

Not knowing what was going to happen I sat beside her and began opening pages. She was commenting on my preferences, as many of the so-called stars were little with big tits, (just like Di) 

As our viewing continued my dick was stirring in my pants. The way I was sitting it was getting uncomfortable unless I rearranged myself. I desperately wanted to put my hand down my pants to release my strained position. 

The atmosphere between us was moving to an excited state as I continued showing Dianne more. 

I took a risk and asked, "So does any of this turn you on Di or am I the only one here enjoying myself?"

"Well I can see your getting hard down there so I know you're enjoying it, but yes it does turn me on seeing all these sexy pictures, especially the blow-job photos."

This was now becoming a situation which was very dangerous but so charged and exciting I proceeded with my questioning. 

"Have you ever posed nude Di?"

"Well I did once, a long time ago but I don't think I'd do it now."

"Why not?" I stammered. "With your figure, I'd love to see you naked at any opportunity. You'd be great on camera!"

Saying this I turned to face Di and noticed her nipples were erect and pushing out the thin material of the little, black dress she was wearing. Her buds were enormous and not concealed by her thin bra in any way. This woman was fucking hot! 

My eyes looked up only to find her glaring straight into them. She had caught me admiring her tits! 

"As you can see my nips are as hard as your cock so I guess I must be enjoying myself." 

There was a pause that seemed to last for hours until she broke the silence.

"Your punishment will be dealt with in a moment" and with that she got up leaving my office. 

"Oh shit!" I thought. "She's gone to ring her hubby and I'll get sacked."

Clunk! That was the sound of the front door being locked before Dianne returned to my office. 

"Undress for me right now!" she ordered, standing there in front of me with her legs slightly parted and her arms crossed. "If your going you use our time and money to get yourself off then I'm going to get my monies worth, so undress!"

I didn't actually need much encouragement because my hard on was getting more uncomfortable and needed release! I stripped to my pants then paused to look over at Di. 

She was smiling and the way she had her arms folded, her tits were pushed up and almost out of her bra and dress. This made my cock twitch even more and she knew it!

"Pants and all, I want to see you in your chair with that stiffy in your hand."

I pushed my pants down kicking them off. My erection stood out and up like a flagpole!

"I'm impressed... All these years and you've been hiding this from me?"

She smiled and instructed me to sit in my chair. 

"So, what would you like to see next on your porn site?" she questioned, "What is it that really gets you off ... tits, blowjobs or are you an ass man?" 

"Well Di, what really gets me going are tit wanks. I love to see a hard cock coming between or over a nice pair of tits with hard nipples."

I added the last bit because all I could think of was Di's nipples and how I wanted them out! I guess you could say it was an invitation to her for what I wanted to do! There I was sat in my chair stake bollock naked with my boss not more than six feet away. I began to relax, sitting back in my chair, allowing Di a better view of my hard cock. , The computer was becoming secondary to what was going on because we were looking at each other and not the screen.

"So, do you like my dick then Di?" I questioned as I sensually wrapped my left hand around its shaft. 

I began wanking off as she stood there in her knee-length, black, summer dress. She certainly seemed aroused with her folded arms looking more as if they were holding each of her tits as her eyes fixated on my left hand.

I knew now I could take control of the situation if I played my cards right. Relaxing back even farther into my chair I continued rubbing my cock very slowly, Di looked so fucking sexy, standing in front of me. I would have stayed hard even without my hand rubbing my dick! She was glaring at my engorged cock now getting quite aroused. 

Di was still standing but her posture was loose as her hands dropped down to her sides.

"I'm going to need some attention soon," she sighed, brushing a hand across the outside of her dress over a pert breast.

Her eyes closed slowly as she enjoyed the caress of her hand over her erect nipple.

Dianne regained her composure telling me to take my hand off my dick and to not touch it until she said so. I did touch myself she threatened to slap me! 

To my surprise Di began to move her hips, gyrating in front of me. She was putting on a show for my pleasure, as well as getting herself pretty worked up but I was certainly not complaining!

The sight was wonderful! Di was still fully clothed in her little black summer dress and high heels but I knew they would soon be on the floor with my clothing.

"Do you like what you see then?" she questioned, as both hands caressed up from her stomach over both tits squeezing them firmly together, 

Her breathing was getting heavier and her touch was getting more erotic as she continued the show. After a few minutes Di didn't squeeze her tits but reached in and released her left breast. 

I got my first sight of her lovely nipple, dark in colour and very, very firm. It protruded out ¾ of an inch and looked almost too long for her tits. 

She cupped her breast with her right hand and began to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She obviously enjoyed this pastime because she seemed in a world all by herself. I was beginning to feel the urge to continue with my wanking but didn't want to stop Di from giving me the wonderful show I was enjoying.

All the time she was playing with her tits her hips were gyrating and I could have staked my life on the fact that her knickers were soaked with pussy juice. 

She slipped her dress off her shoulders and released the other breast. Not stopping there she pushed the dress over her hips and down to the floor. She was standing there in a black, lacy bra and a skimpy g-string you could see through knickers and still had on her high heels. I could see a damp patch forming in the crotch of her knickers and knew one way or another I was going to have my wicked way with this hot woman. My dick was pulsating by this time and I needed some relief.

"Di for fuck sake, do something with my dick before I scream!"

She tucked her boobs back into her bra and moved forward to stand right between my thighs. 

"Now that is a hard one, isn't it, what shall we do with that?"

I was thinking she was about to play with me, but no, she felt round her back and released the clasp on her bra. As it fell to the floor I continued to look at her lovely pert tits, they were well tanned and a little droopy but still in fantastic shape for her age, nice neat cups that met in the middle to form a good cleavage. I just sat back, smiling and admiring this diminutive woman stripping for me, while my rod pointed skywards ready for any future handling.

Once again Di moved to her tits for entertainment and cupped a hand on each breast, lifting and pushing then together, her nipples seemed cradled in the palm of her hand as she lifted them higher, and then lowered her head to lick one then the other in turn. She then pushed one into her mouth and gave out a little sigh of pleasure as she suckled on her own teats.

"You're a fucking wonderful sight Di, you wouldn't begin to imagine how many times I've wanked thinking of you. I've always wanted to fuck you and put my dick in your mouth!"

"Well," see replied. "I've often thought of sucking your cock whilst I'm sticking a couple of fingers in my pussy, so I guess we both need to fulfill some fantasies then."

And with that she leaned forwards, boobs hanging and licked the pre cum from my dick. 

I nearly came there and then but knew control was the order of the day if I wanted her to keep coming back for more of the same. She stood back up, right between my thighs so I reached out to caress her tits. 

"Oh no, that's also not allowed, I'm in control here so you won't touch anything unless I tell you1!" 

"OK but my dick is going to explode soon."

She just smiled and told me she would take care of that soon.

My focus had been all on Di's tits and justifiably so but as she stood there I scanned up and down taking in this sexy women standing in front of me, her narrow hips were tiny and the g-string knickers only accentuated their shape even more. The front of Di's knickers were a shear black material that was plainly designed to hide nothing. She had virtually no pubic hair and quite prominent pussy lips. I was correct in thinking her pants were wet because a large wet patch had formed in her gusset and looking extremely wet to me. I could see her outer lips had parted and were swollen and I could just make out her clitoris erect between the folds of her pussy.

"By the state of your pants you look as though you have been thoroughly enjoying yourself Dianne."

"Well I don't think I've been this wet in a long time."

And with that she sat on the edge of my desk, slid back and placed both feet on the edge. She now sat, legs open on the desk in front of me, resting back on her elbows so I could just bury my face into her crotch if I wanted to. Her black, sheer knickers were so wet with love juice a patch had now formed all over them and her pussy lips were glistening as her tight panties pushed up against them. 

Laying on my desk legs wide and pussy dripping like an old tap, Di certainly knew how to create an image of high sexuality. I moved in closer and could smell the musky smell of her pussy.

She reached down, took a hold of the elastic of her knickers and pulled it up tight against her vulva, the g-string found its home between her pussy lips and only the pubic hair and clitoris were now covered by her wet pants. , 

This is one image that always gets me going and this woman seemed to know exactly what pleased me. I stood up between her open legs so Di could still see my hard on. She lifted her bum and told me to remove her pants. This I did promptly and now had full view of her soaking wet snatch. The glistening folds of her pussy lips were puffy and dripping wet, a trail of juices ran from her open love hole down to her tight ass hole and covered the cheeks of her bum. Even the desk was getting a coating as she continued to lay there before me with her legs spread wide, her butt hole was going to be a future target of mine if I get the opportunity to get her in this state again and it looked as though it was capable of taking a good fucking.

I had to take action now before I wasted my sack of hot spunk! I stood and placed either hand on Dianne's knees and pushed her legs wide open. 

"Er, no hands I said."

"I don't care now, you need fucking and I need to fuck you right now!"

With that I took a hold of my old man and stepped closed so as to part Di's piss flaps with my knob. Using my free hand I pulled on her pussy lips and parted them wide. They were hot and slippery with thick fanny juice and parted easily. I ran my middle finger up to her soaked clitoris and she almost jumped off the desk with a sharp intake of breath. 

Di was now squeezing her tits with both hands and pinching her nipples very hard, pulling and twisting them, her head was back and eyes closed, her mouth was open as her breathing got heavier and louder. 

Whilst holding her lips apart I guided my erection into her dripping love hole. Believe me she was fucking flowing with juices and I slid in easily. She lifted her head to watch as I slowly pushed deeper into her. Soon I was deep inside and feeling quite snug. I could feel my balls against her wet butt and could feel her squeezing her cunt muscles around my dick.

"God I just knew you were going to be a good fuck." she panted out as she looked up and grinned at me.

I pulled out almost completely and again pushed deep into her, once again her head fell back and she sighed with pleasure as I began my rhythmical pussy bashing,

"Jesus that feels deep, do it harder, go on fuck me harder, fuck me hard now!"

I knew now that I was in control. Di was clawing and scratching at the desk as I possessed her, her pussy was gushing out, my balls were soaked and the desk top was swimming but that only added to our pleasure.

"Yes go on harder!" she yelled as I kept on plunging into her after almost pulling right out every time.

She was near to climaxing and it was going to be loud and earth shattering, as I pushed deep and hard up her cunt. I leaned forward, grabbed both tits, pushed her nipples together and sucked hard on them. 

"Argh you bastard, you're gonna make me cum, yes fuck me. Oh my god, yes fuck me hard, yes, yes oh shit yes fuck meee!"

With that her pussy erupted, squeezing hard around my dick. It felt as though she actually ejaculated her orgasm out and over my dick. 

I stood motionless and watched as she came down from the highs of her orgasm, her pussy pulsating and still flooding the desk. She reached down to feel the wetness of our pleasure, as she slipped her fingers over her clit and down to the base of my dick she took a good hold of the base of my dick.

"I need to watch you cum!" she groaned as she reached down and began tugging away at me. 

Still standing there between her thighs I was so close to shooting my load!

"I'm gonna come hard Di!"

"Yes, come on, come hard all over my cunt, come on shoot your spunk all over me!"

And that's exactly what happened next, my dick exploded everywhere over her tits, belly and pussy. She rubbed it into her piss flaps before slipping two spunk covered fingers into her pussy and then into her mouth.

"God you're a fantastic fuck, I can't wait for us to do this again," she said. "Next time I have a surprise for you big boy."

I sat back and admired my overtime; Di looked like a complete dirty slut and entertained me for another hour before we had to leave. 

Part two coming soon... "The Boardroom"



Screwing the Boss' Wife



This is a quick story, I just felt like trying out this scenario so I just wrote it quickly. If the story is appreciated well enough i'll turn it into a series.

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"Hurry up, we don't have very much time!" Kate said as I was undoing my shirt.

She didn't even bother to sit down to take off her heels, she just stood one leg to take the other shoe off then the next. She hurried towards me and got down on her knees and started undoing my belt and trousers as I pulled off my shirt. 

"Holy shit you're keen." I said as I sat in her husband's office chair. 

"I've been thinking about this all morning. I couldn't wait for the dumb bastard to leave the office for his lunch break!" She yanked my trousers down to my ankles.

"Jesus Christ you're hot when you're horny."

She stuck her tongue out and started licking my hardening shaft through my boxers before I could even get comfortable in the chair. 

"Holy shit Kate, I love when you do that." 

I groaned as she pulled my boxers down just past my balls and stuck the head of the shaft inside her warm, wet mouth. Her face buried in my lap, I leaned over to raise her tight black skirt over her ass cheeks so it was halfway up her back. I took a nice handful of her delicious looking ass and spanked her. The slight pain she must have felt made her moan on my dick and the vibrations I felt were making my balls clench. 

I started playing with her ass cheeks using both hands while she was working on my lap, getting me ready for the screwing to come (forgive the pun). I had been admiring that ass ever since I first saw her, before I talked to her and certainly before I started doing her during her husband (and my boss') lunch breaks... And evenings, nights, weekends... Just whenever she could leave the dumbass and come screw me instead really.

Did I feel bad about it? No! I mean the guy was... IS the worst boss you can imagine, I mean literally the stereotypical asshole boss. In addition his wife is a complete stunner so there you go. 

So there I was grinning, looking at a picture of himself next to some other guy in a suit, while his wife was sucking me off. 

"Oh fuck, Kate, my cock feels so good inside your mouth." I groaned as she took me in as far as she could.

Kate continued to work my throbbing erection with her mouth and tongue until she finally came up.

"I need you to fuck me right now." She said as she sat on the desk in front of me. 

She had just untied her hair as I pulled her black V neck jumper off revealing her breast in a dark purple lacy bra.

"Not even wearing a shirt today? Gee Kate you're getting friskier everyday."

"Well it's just time wasting!" She retorted grabbing my face and pressing it against her busty, pale breasts. 

I was holding her by her waist while I let my tongue wander around the soft skin of her breasts. Once she undid her bra letting her breasts fall a little, I dove straight for her hardening nipples and lapped at one then the other, cupping whichever mound I wasn't toying with. 

She looked me in the eyes as I stood up and placed the head of my erection inside her. She immediately looked down as I slowly embedded myself completely inside her. Her back arched and breathing quickened as I reached as far as I could.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck yes," she moaned as I drew back slowly.

My hips started thrusting faster and soon my hipbones were slapping against her parted thighs. I flicked away a bunch of stationary onto the floor from the desk and lay her down on her back and started licking at her breasts again whilst I was thrusting my erection deep inside her wet, split lips. 

"Holy shit, don't stop," she wrapped her legs around my back.

I intensified my pace to the point where my balls started to slap lightly against the bottom of her slit. She started to squirm as I was pounding her in a fierce paroxysm.

With one movement I undid the knot of legs behind my back.

"Kneel on the chair, facing away from me," she did as I said.

I stood next to her and worshipped her ass while she tugged at my throbbing erection. I spanked her until I saw hand prints left on both cheeks. Although we had never talked about anything to do with the asshole, I decided to suddenly shove my ring finger inside her tight little ass. 

"Fuck!" She screamed,

Her jerking me off faster and harder reassured me that she didn't find it painful and rather enjoyed it. Therefore I kept playing around with my finger before leaving it and moved back behind her.

I grabbed her hair into one hand, slid my shaft completely inside her already tightening pussy and yanked at the pony tail I had created. 

"Oh! Yes, do me hard in my husband's chair." 

She had never been this aroused, I guess the introduction to ass play led to that. As I began rocking my hips faster and faster inside her, there came a loud slapping noise between my thighs and her ass cheeks. My God did that sound drive me crazy, I pounded her ferociously and after a few minutes of this intense thrusting, I felt my balls starting to clench.

Suddenly she jerked violently and bit into the leather chair she was kneeling on. Her screams muffled as I kept at her. 

"Oh my God you made me cum so hard!" her cry was half muffled.

Her evident satisfaction sent me over the edge and I pulled out of her to release myself on her smooth, bare ass and back. I shook violently and let out a loud moan as streams of hot, white cum were splashed on her. 

"Mmmm, we almost came together," she said panting. 

She used her index so collect some of the white liquid which was rapidly cooling on her skin. She brought it to her mouth and sucked on it. 

"Mmmm, as good as always... Shame I couldn't get it in my mouth today," she added with a wink.

"Jesus, you were horny today, huh?" The question is more of a statement than anything.

She nods as she sucks more cum from her fingers. 

Once she's had enough cum she asks:

"You free tonight? I want my pussy eaten and I was suck you until you cum on my face. Oh and also, we have to do something about my ass cause that sneaky little finger sure felt good."

"You're ready for another round?" I ask surprised.

"Well duh! I can't get enough of you."

"Ok then my place at eight tonight." 

"Nine," she retorts.

I agree on nine. With that settled she jumps off the chair and bends over at her waist to give my softening member a sort of goodbye kiss which sends spasms and surges of pleasure through my body. 

Once dressed we both sneak out the office and before we part our separate ways, I grab a handful of the delicious ass I just came on.



Screwing The Pitch



This is the big pitch. This is the one that's going to elevate us up into the advertising stratosphere, and that's why I'm the only one who's going to make it. That's the way it's always been with Howie and me. He's the creative force, the one who comes up with the ideas the clients want, and I'm the one who sells it to them, makes them wet themselves and scribble obscene numbers down on contracts to get us to work for them.

We've been working together three years, and we've gone like a storm that whole time. London didn't know what hit it when we realised what we could achieve together. We've gone from going-nowhere juniors to the Next Big Thing – and that's not me boasting, that's what all the trade mags (and some mainstream ones too) say. Normally followed up with a description of Howie as 'notoriously reclusive' and me as 'brash and vulgar', as if that's a bad thing.

Vulgar's just another way of saying 'richer than me, and not afraid to show it'. This is the City, and if you don't show what you've got – and how you're willing to spend it – then you're nobody. So yeah, I'm vulgar, I'm brash, and I'm currently ordering several bottles of champagne that each cost more than any of those journalists earn in a month. Sticks and stones, kids, sticks and stones.

The pitch is tomorrow morning, 11am sharp, but right now I couldn't care about that. I'm showing a bunch of traders just what conspicuous consumption is all about. I'm showing them – and making up the rules at the same time – a game that finds out whether an expensive watch or a magnum bottle breaks first on contact, and at the same time I'm getting some definite attention from a hot blonde at the bar.

This is how I relax. I'll drink and fuck and snort and eat all I want tonight, crash for a couple of hours, knock back some ridiculous-strength espresso and then give them the pitch of their lives like I'd been tucked up in my pyjamas at nine pm. You couldn't live like that, but I can, that's why I get the headlines calling me Jason Connor, London advertising's new wunderkind. That's the sort of dedication you need to get ahead in the City. It's not about how much work you do from nine to five, it's about how well you fill the time after it. Work hard, play harder, and use the cash you earn to employ a personal trainer to make you look as good as I do.

You can clock off at the end of day, get the train home, curl up in front of the telly and be fresh-eyed in the morning, but then you'll never know what's really going on. You'll have a long, dull and safe career with a nice pension at the end, but you'll always be envious of guys like me. We're the ones who fill those bars you walk past on the way to the station, the ones full of chrome and glass, the ones where there's no menu, no price list, because they'll get you whatever you want and if you have to ask the price you can't afford it.

That's my territory. That's where I'm alive and filling myself with the energy to blow their minds tomorrow. I'm checked over Howie's ideas, and they're dynamite, the sort the clients have flown all the way from California to see. They've come to London because they know this city boils with the creativity they need. Sure, they're seeing other firms, but as far as I care, that's a formality. We're the ones they want, and even if they don't know it yet, I do.

The blonde's coming over, and that's good, because the traders are boring me now and I need something new. I can feel myself getting hard just watching her walk. Her body's tall, slim and tight, the product of hours in a gym every week, and even if she's not completely dressed to kill, you could put her in a sack and she'd still be able to severely maim you. Tight black skirt over black silk stockings and four inch heels she knows how to move in, topped off with a black jacket over an emerald green shirt that's unbuttoned enough to show wisps of black lace as she moves.

Me? I just make it over the six foot tall line, my hair's all my own and still naturally black, brown eyes, sharp smile and a body that earned my personal trainer a five-figure bonus for getting me to it.

She leans over as she comes to the table, her long straight blonde hair falling forward as she gives me a quick glance at her perfectly firm lace-clad breasts. "Jason? I'm Carrie. Howard Rose told me I'd find you here."

Oh, nice one Howie. He knows just what I need and I'm sure this girl's going to fit the bill perfectly. "Did he now?" I say. "Then I guess I should offer you a drink."

She takes the champagne with a wink. "Only a drink? I thought you had more to offer than that."

"I do. Let me show you." As she polishes off the glass, I grab her hand and escort her across the bar. No one blinks as we disappear into the toilets together – anyone surprised by that sort of behaviour wouldn't step in here in the first place – and they make a point of telling you there are no cameras in there to catch what goes on. We each do a couple of lines, then she grabs me and drags me into one of the spacious cubicles. I go to bend her over but Carrie shakes her head and says "no", dropping to her knees instead.

"You get that later. This is just the starter."

I'm rock hard already, and my cock springs out as she undoes my trousers. She kisses the tip first, then circles it with her tongue, teasing me. I reach out and stroke her hair, fingers playing down to her neck, coaxing her but not forcing her. She's the professional here; I'm just enjoying the show. She slowly moves down, head bobbing back and forth, tongue and lips combining fantastically. I'm not in the mood for holding back and she's looking up at me with wide eyes that look almost hungry for me. One hand is resting on my hip, the other working the base of my shaft in time with with her lips. My balls are throbbing, and she doesn't stop even when I let out a long guttural moan, my hands gripping her tight. Instead, she takes more of me in her mouth, her tongue almost milking me as I climax, shooting into her mouth.

"I hope there's more for later." She says as we clean up before we head back into the bar.

"Oh yes, lots more of everything." The traders are still sitting at the table where we left them, staring wide-eyed in awe at me. It's good to be the best.

Where did you find this one, Howie? I mean, I've had girls all round the world, and they're rarely as keen as Carrie is. It's like she's on a mission to kill me with sex, and I'm not intending to stop her trying. She's all over me in the bar, would probably have broken several laws against public nudity in the cab if the ride to my hotel was any longer, and as soon as we get in the lift, she's undone my belt and has her hand inside my trousers, working me back to hardness.

We stagger down the hallway and into the room. It's one of the best in the place, of course, but we don't stop to admire the view across the city or any of the furnishings other than the bed. Carrie pushes me on to it, and I begin undressing myself as she starts shedding her clothes, parading at the bottom of the bed. The jacket drops first, then the last few buttons on the blouse come open, revealing a flat, taut stomach beneath perfectly firm and round breasts held by a delicate lace bra. I'm still fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, watching intently as she unzips the tight skirt, a seductive wiggle of the hips helping it drop down those long slim legs. Her whole body is a marvel, the lace panties she wears covering enough to be tantalising, but revealing enough to ensure I'm rapidly undoing my trousers to free my stiffening cock.

She teases me with the bra, undoing it but taking her time fully removing it, her hands dancing and concealing her breasts until it finally drops down, then her hands slide down to her hips to tug at her panties, revealing stiff brown nipples on beautifully pert breasts. With a last bend and wiggle, she's out of the panties and climbing onto the bed, still in her stockings and heels.

"Is that for me?" She says, reaching out and stroking my cock.

I shudder as I nod, she's gripping me just tightly enough to feel incredible. "Oh yes." I say, my mind well beyond the capability of uttering anything beyond the obvious.

"Mmm, that's good." She says, and she lifts herself up, straddling me, holding herself over me for a minute, her hips rocking, her wet lips teasing the tip, barely touching it. Then she moves down, and in one movement, I'm deep within her. We move together then, both of us rocking up and down, back and forth, her gripping me inside her and then releasing with each movement. I'm glad for the coke and the champagne and whatever else we did, otherwise I'd be over and done quickly.

As it is, I've got the chance to run my hands all over Carrie's fantastic body, feeling the tight curve of her hips, watching her gasp and moan as I play with her nipples.. She's gripping me with her thighs as she moves and grinds against me, her hands balancing herself on my chest. She leans forward, changing the angle, working me harder and I can't resist any more. My climax is like an explosion rocketing through me as I groan loudly, my back arching as I thrust as deep into her as I can.

I'm woken by the phone ringing. Images of the night before flash before my eyes, and I remember taking Carrie in lots of ways, in lots of positions, in lots of parts of the room before we finally collapsed, unable to do any more. There's an empty champagne bottle somewhere round by my feet and just a few grains of my coke left on the mirror.

"Good morning, Mr Connor. This is your 8 o'clock alarm call. Will you be wanting your usual breakfast order?"

I glance around. Carrie's not in the bed, and all her clothes are gone. Guess Howie didn't pay her enough to stay for breakfast.

"Yeah, enough espresso to drown an elephant, soon as you can."

By the time I've caffeinated every internal organ and spent half an hour in the bathroom, I'm ready for the pitch. I dress, and go to grab my case from where I left it by the door. For a moment I panic, as it's not there, then realise it's resting to the left of the door, not the right where I thought I'd left it. I stride out of the hotel and wave at the concierge, letting them know I'll be back in a couple of hours to get the sleep I missed last night and it'll need to be properly clean by then.

The cab ride's long enough to run over all the details of the pitch in my head, get it absolutely clear before I have to give it. The documents are all in my case, hard copies for me to run through and commit to memory one last time. Howie's waiting for me in the lobby.

"Bit of a delay. The pitch before us is over-running. Got here late." He tells me

"Shouldn't have let them pitch then." I say.

"They need the experience. New firm, bunch of women, never seen any of them before. Anyway, you have a good time last night?"

"Classic. Fantastic find, Howie, where did you get her from? I'm going to have to book her again."

"Eastern Angels. You'd been talking about Japanese girls all week, so I thought that's what you'd like."

Something screeches in my head. "Japanese? This girl was English. OK, maybe Swedish, but nowhere further east than that. Tall, blonde, definitely not Japanese."

"Must have been some cock up at the agency. But she was good, yeah?"

A cock-up. Yeah, I tell myself, that's what it was, but something feels bad, something feels wrong, and then my stomach hits the floor as I look over the lobby and see a group of three women being escorted across it, all looking very pleased with themselves. There's a short one with a mop of red hair, a big one with short dark hair, both of them flanking a very familiar tall blonde in a sharp suit. She's smiling as they walk over towards us.

"You must be Connor and Rose." She says, with a smile that looks professional and eyes that tell me I'm completely screwed. "Caroline Davison, DTK Media. I hope your pitch isn't too similar to ours." I remember the case not being where I expected it to be, her determination to screw me until I crashed to sleep, her eagerness to get me out of the bar and back to the hotel. Getting me out before the girl Howie had really booked turned up. All that, just to get into my case and see what we were pitching and take it for themselves. I was about to go in and deliver the pitch of my life, for ideas she'd have been giving them fresh an hour before. London's brightest and freshest ad men are about to look like the two most unoriginal chumps in the world.

The assistant who was escorting them looks to us. "We're ready for to hear your pitch now." It's too late, I want to say, you've already heard it. As we walk off towards our humiliation, I look around and see the three women, laughing with each other as they walk off. Carrie kisses each of them in turn, each of them holding one of her hands. They look very happy, then she looks round and gives me a wink and a grin before turning back and heading off.

Despite everything she's done to me, I still feel myself getting hard.



Screwing The Swindler's Brother



Chapter 1

Amy could feel Eric's cock as it filled her pussy. Her hands dug hard into the soft leather of the front seats of her Honda Pilot SUV. She was sitting in Eric's lap, her back to him, legs spread wide, her black cotton panties balled-up on the floor around one of her ankles, her long skirt in a bunch around her slender waist. Eric's hands expertly teased her stiff nipples and caressed her firm tits. Knowing how she would be spending the thirty minutes or so before her two children got out of school Amy had wisely left her bra at home.

Amy could sense that Eric was getting close to blowing his load into her waiting pussy. She wasn't sure what it was; the guilt of knowing what she was doing behind her Husband and her family's back, or the risk of getting caught in this torrid affair; the likes of which she had never participated in before in her life. In truth though Amy couldn't believe that she had ever even let this man touch her, let alone fuck her, sometimes several times a week. Maybe more of the story needs to be told in order for this all to make sense.

It all began near the start of the school year. Amy lived in a rich area of North Las Vegas in a mostly Asian community. Her children, as did most of the children in the area whose parents could afford the tuition, attended an exclusive private school. The vast majority of these families were Asian and rich. Most of the women didn't work but rather filled their days while their children were in school with shopping, walking, playing on Facebook and gossiping with each other.

So when news came that one of the school's parents, Jim and Michelle, had been arrested over an investment scam, that news ripped through the small community like wildfire! 

Jim and Michelle had always stuck-out in the Asian community being among only a few of the non-Asian families who lived in the private gated community. Like most of the rest of the wealthy parents who lived in the area Jim and Michelle's children also attended the same private school as Amy's children.

It had taken a while for Jim and Michelle to work their way into the complex social circles which comprised the small community but over the course of the past three years or so Jim and Michelle eventually became welcomed as a part of the community. When asked what they did for a living Jim and Michelle mentioned they owned an investment brokerage firm. Occasionally, perhaps at a party Jim would talk casually to some of the other husbands and mention in-passing some of the crazy returns he and Michelle were getting for their clients.

It had all sounded so good. For a small investment of ten-thousand dollars Jim and Michelle practically guaranteed a return on that investment of 40-50%. Apprehensive at first many families only bought in for the minimum amounts but soon saw their bank accounts filling quickly with dividends. It was like owning part of a gold mine and many of Jim and Michelle's friends and neighbors quickly contributed larger and larger amounts expecting larger and larger returns.

Amy now felt the spasms of an orgasm beginning to ripple through her petite body. Beads of sweat ran-down her face as she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and for a few precious moments forgot all about being a wife, a Mother or that her kids would be running-down the steps in front of their school looking for her SUV in less than fifteen minutes.

However as Ponzi schemes generally do, cracks began to form when the dividends began becoming smaller, dates when payments were expected were missed then Jim, Michelle and their kids disappeared without a trace. That was when the bottom fell-out and it was discovered that Jim and Michelle had walked-off with millions of ill-gotten gain, much of it from their friends and neighbors in the community.

Unfortunately Jim and Michelle were better at swindling investors than they were at making a clean get-a-way, especially with two small children in-tow and were caught a month or so after living under fake names two states away.

Amy could feel Eric's cock erupting deep within her pussy. Unable to contain all his cum she soon felt a trickle of it running-down her inner-thigh. Thankfully any mess which inevitably ended-up on the seats of her Honda Pilot could be cleaned-up quickly. Eventually. But first she was going to allow her Pussy to milk Eric's cock for all it was worth; she relished every spasm. She loved hearing his groans as his hands momentarily stopped their exploration of her mostly naked body.

It was after Jim and Michelle had been arrested that Eric had first come into the picture. Michelle was his only sibling and though the two spoke only rarely, when faced with fifty years in a Federal Prison and her children going into foster care Michelle asked her Lawyer to get in touch with her Brother Eric.

Eric had never been particularly close to his Sister or her family. He saw his Niece and Nephews once or twice a year and largely corresponded via E-mail or Facebook. However they were family so when Eric got the call about his Niece and nephew needing a Guardian, he immediately re-arranged his life, at least temporarily, to be with them.

Amy collapsed onto the seat next to Eric in the fetal position. She could feel Eric's cum running-down her leg. She knew she would need to clean-up and put herself back together shortly but for now she allowed her body a few precious moments of rest; her husband of fifteen years had never been able to fuck her the way Eric did.

Jim and Michelle's house was seized by the Treasury department so the first thing Eric did after driving the thousand miles from Seattle was to rent a condo in the same area. Despite all the turmoil in their lives Eric's Niece and Nephew seemed to be excelling at the neighborhood private school so he paid the remainder of their tuition to keep them there until the end of the school year when they would be transferred to schools closer to where Eric lived in Seattle.

The first thing Eric noticed when he arrived in the community was just how hated he was. People automatically assumed that he was just as crooked as his Sister and her Husband were. Eric was very successful but it wasn't from fool-hardy investment scams, rather he was a senior Engineer for a large aerospace company. He had never married but had dedicated much of his life to his career which afforded him a very comfortable lifestyle.

The community though did not see him that way and looked instead at him as if he were public enemy number one. There were slurs and insults hurled at him everywhere he went. One morning when he pulled-up to the front of the school to drop-off his niece and nephew he decided to put an end to as much of this turmoil as he could. He parked his car then got out of the car, told the kids to go inside the school then, his six-foot five frame towering above the mostly Asian, female crowd gathered around him he said,

"As you all know I am the guardian of Jim and Michelle's children. My name is Eric, I am Michelle's brother. I have never had any dealings with Jim and Michelle financially. I am sorry for the losses you all have sustained but I had nothing to do with any of it."

From the crowd someone yelled,

"You seem to live pretty comfortably with your shiny BMW. Do you actually expect us to believe that you had nothing to do with any of your Sister's scams?"

Eric replied, "That's a fair question. I am a senior Engineer at a large aerospace company based in Seattle. My career has afforded me a very comfortable lifestyle. I can assure you that this car was not paid for with your investments. When I was eight my Sister asked me to lend her money I had recently gotten for my birthday so she could open a Lemonade stand. I did and she promptly spent that money on Elvis Costello records. I never got that money back from her and from that day forward I have never lent nor given her a dime of my money."

Eric stood there for the next thirty minutes answering questions yelled at him from the crowd until slowly the crowd began to disperse. Amy stood there, silent. She and her Husband had lost quite a lot of money in Jim and Michelle's scam-It eventually had cost them their house-But she wasn't about to admit that in a crowd of her peers so she remained silent, though she had to admit that deep-down there was something intriguing about this man.

Amy heard the sound of Eric sliding his pants back-on next to him and knew that she too should be putting herself back together. Slowly she rose, stretched her arms out above her head and gave Eric a grin as she reached-down to her feet and retrieved her panties. Yeah she knew this wrong on so many different levels but she didn't care. Eric gave her a quick peck on her lips just before he opened the door and got-out of the rear of the SUV leaving Amy to pull her top back over her sore nipples and to clean-up the mess on the seat below her. 

Five minutes later, clothes back in all the places where they belonged, rear seat cleaned and a fresh dusting of Febreeze in the air, Amy sat in a line of other luxury SUV's and sedans stopped in front of the school waiting for her two children. She could see Eric sitting in his BMW sedan four or five cars in front of her SUV.

It hadn't taken very long for Amy to find-out where Eric lived. She saw his BMW drive-by her condo frequently on the way to his own condo. Amy soon realized that he lived just around the corner from her in the same gated community. She watched his moves for a couple of days. He was definitely a creature of habit; every evening after he picked-up his niece and nephew he returned home, parked his car in the garage then walked across the street to a set of communal mailboxes. Then he walked back into the garage, usually with a messenger-type bag hanging over one shoulder, shut the door and rarely went anywhere after that. Soon Amy knew how she was going to confront this man.

A couple of days later the time seemed right for her to get the answers she was looking for from this mystery-man. It had stopped raining a couple of hours earlier and it was crisp, cool and a little damp as day faded into evening. It was after dinner and Amy made certain her children were busy with their homework then told her husband who was working in his study that she was going for a walk. He barely acknowledged her as he quickly returned his focus to an E-mail he was writing. The last thing Amy did before leaving the condo was to go upstairs and change into a pair of nylon work-out pants and a hooded sweatshirt with a large pocket on the front. Inside that pocket she slipped a small .22 revolver her Husband kept hidden in their closest.

Amy waited in the bushes along a block wall. She was hidden from view but had a clear view of Eric's house. Right on time, five minutes after she crouched-down in the wet brush she saw Eric's garage door open and watched his car pull into the garage.

Amy heard Eric instruct his niece and nephew to go inside and start their showers and their homework as he walked towards the mailboxes, a satchel draped over one shoulder. His back was turned to the brush where Amy was hiding as he opened the mailbox. That's when Amy made her move and snuck into the open garage door, hiding against the forward wall next to the open garage door. This was so unlike her; she had never felt this charged-up in her life! Normally a very submissive woman loosing her house and almost all that she loved she was convinced that Eric knew more than he was letting-on. Just then she heard Eric's soggy footsteps coming into the garage.

Eric walked back into the garage studying the day's mail. He stopped near the front of his car and clicked the garage door opener as he tossed some junk mail into a nearby trash can. As the door was lowering Amy made her move.

"Stop what you're doing! I have a gun and I want answers!" Amy said as she pulled the revolver from her sweat shirt and walked towards Eric, her hands shaking.

In the next instant Amy saw Eric pull a large, semi-automatic gun from his bag. He grabbed her, knocking the gun she held out of her hands before he roughly pushed her up against his wet car and held the barrel of his gun to her head. Amy felt the cold steel from the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her temple. Just then she heard the garage door slowly close as she stood there with Eric pinning her to his car.

"Do you have any other weapons!" Eric barked as he kicked the revolver she had been holding across the floor and set his out of her reach on top of the car.

"No...I just...I just wanted to ask you some questions." Amy whimpered.

"All I've done is answer questions since I've come to this place!" Eric said as he roughly patted Amy down with one had while he kept her pinned to the car with his other. "The Police, the neighbors, the media! I don't have anyone's money but my own!"

Eric found Amy's cell phone in the pocket of her pants and expertly popped the battery out of it before dropping it onto the trunk lid of his car.

"You're not really an Engineer are you?" Amy asked.

"Yes, I am. Though I spent the first twenty years of my career in the Air Force with Special Forces." Eric said as he still held Amy pinned to his car.

"I'm sorry. You see my family lost our house because of your sister. Times are tough now. My Husband works two jobs. We have a lot of debt." Amy now softly sobbed.

"That doesn't give you the right to pull a gun on me!" Eric barked.

"I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't. Will you let me go now?" She asked as tears ran-down her face.

Now Eric got a sly grin on his face. "No. Not just yet. You falsely accused me and now you're going to pay!"

In the next instant Eric allowed his hands to explore under Amy's sweatshirt. One hand roughly cupped one of her tits. "I'll bet your husband enjoys these store-bought titties of yours." Eric said quietly into Amy's ear.

"Please...Just let me go. I'll scream." Amy stammered.

"No you won't. Remember you entered my property un-invited. You pulled a gun on me. If I shot you it would be ruled self-defense. If you survived, and not many who get shot at close-range by a Glock .45 do, you will go to jail." Eric explained calmly.

"What are you going to do to me?" Amy asked, scared more now than she ever had been before.

Eric ignored the question but rather released the clasp on Amy's bra, allowing her 36C-sized tits to spill-out into her sweatshirt then he removed the sweat shirt and bra and tossed them both into a heap on the ground. It was cold in the garage and Amy hoped that's why her nipples were so hard.

Next she felt her soft Nylon pants sliding-down off of her ass. Eric, still holding her against the car with one arm now moved her to the front of the car and bent her over the hood.

Amy was left pinned against Eric's wet car, wearing only a pair of pink cotton panties. She whimpered as she felt Eric open his pants and now felt his engorged cock against her ass; only the thin material of her cotton underwear separated her ass from Eric's cock.

Eric roughly pushed the crotch of Amy's panties aside and fingered her, roughly cupping her hairy mound. Amy could feel herself getting wet. She tried to stop the feelings, but it seemed the harder she tried the more her body tried to betray her, preparing it's self for sex.

"Please, I've only ever been with my Husband." Amy stammered.

"Your Husband?! Then today is your lucky day. I'm going to do you a favor and show you how a real man fucks. A man who doesn't have to worry about what school his kids get in to. A man who doesn't care about what the neighbors say or what they drive. A man who doesn't buy into every hair-brained investment scheme he hears about at a neighborhood party. Yes, today is your lucky day sweetie. Today you're going to find-out what it's like to be fucked by a real man!"

Before Amy could respond Eric tugged hard on her panties, snapping the elastic waistband then discarded them onto the ground. A moment later Eric's cock invaded Amy's pussy like an army at war! Amy gasped as for the first time in her life she felt a cock tapping against her Cervix.

Eric fucked Amy hard. He was pissed and didn't care what the ramifications of his actions were. He had up-rooted his whole life and if this little piece of Asian pussy, with her slight love handles and fake tits roughly swinging around was what it took to get him through he was happy to have it.

Amy could feel Eric's cock roughly fucking her pussy. He was larger than her husband. His hands squeezed her firm tits as he mindlessly flicked her stiff nipples. Amy felt disgust and at first tried to take her mind to another place. She tried to conjour-up a happy childhood memory but then she began feeling a sensation from deep within her core. 

Suddenly Amy didn't want this assult to stop. She found her self now grinding her Pelvis into her lover, trying to drive him deeper inside of her. A moment later her mouth hung-open, she couldn't produce any words, just a low series of groans as for the first time in her life she felt the sensation of an Orgasm washing-over her body. In a matter of seconds the sensation passed and Amy fell into a heap on to the hood of the wet car, now making no effort to stop Eric's assault.

Eric came a short time later. When he did it felt like a firehouse had let loose inside of her womb! Amy could feel Eric's cock throbbing deep within her as pumped his seed into her waiting pussy. Eric kept going until Amy felt his cum leaking from around his cock and running-down her leg. Eric for the first time now un-pinned her from the rear of the car and Amy fell into a heap on the ground next to the car. Eric stood-over Amy, allowing his cock to drip the last of his cum onto her naked torso.

Amy was stunned. She knew she should be angry but she had to admit, that deep-down that she had enjoyed that; maybe more than she was willing to admit. She watched Eric tuck his now deflated cock back into his Jockey shorts. Now he looked-down at her and said,

"You enjoyed that didn't you bitch!"

Amy nodded.

Amy used her ripped panties to clean herself up as best she could then hurriedly re-dressed before Eric opened the garage door to let her out. As the door was rising and Amy stood there dumb-founded Eric handed her gun back to her, un-loaded and said,

"Tell your husband to get a real gun."

Amy walked back to her house in a daze. She opened the front door, went upstairs and took a long shower. She could feel Eric's cum dripping-out of her in globs. Her pussy was bruised and sore and her nipples felt raw to the touch, there were visible marks from Eric's hands from where he had squeezed her tits. Amy had never experienced sex, or rather fucking like that before. She knew she should be mad; she knew a crime had been commited and she should call the Police; Eric had violated her but she had to admit that deep-down, she liked it. And she wanted, no needed to feel that sensation of an orgasm ripple through her body again! She climbed into bed and fell asleep a few minutes later wondering if she would ever experience anything like that again.

Chapter 2

Amy was sore for all of the next day and every time she pee'd she could smell Eric's cum. She knew that should disgust her but for some reason she was finding it a turn-on. She wanted to talk to Eric, actually rather than talking she craved feeling an Orgasm ripple through her body again but she didn't know how to approach Eric.

Amy now became even more fixated on Eric's coming's and going's the she had been previously. His life appeared to be very routine. Every morning at 7:25 his garage door opened and his car backed-out of the garage, his Niece and Nephew in the back seat. At Eight the car returned with only Eric inside. He parked in the garage and got-out holding a cup from Starbucks. Three days a week he was gone all day, Amy surmised that he must have an office someplace near-by.




Screwing The Swindler's Brother



Amy kept her horny desires in-check for the next week, maybe a little longer. She even had sex with her Husband and though she pretended she enjoyed it she couldn't help but compare the two minutes she'd just spent riding her husband's pencil-thin cock to the five-to-ten minutes (she estimated) Eric had spent raping her. As far as being able to make her cum; while her husband may be a good provider and Father for their children, as a lover he was about as inept at knowing her body as he had been at picking an investment strategy. Amy laid there naked in bed and listened as he drifted-off to sleep. Deep-down she knew what she had to do.

A couple of days later, in the middle of the day when Amy knew her husband was safely away at work, her children and Eric's children were at school and her chatty neighbors were busy with their own lives Amy again found herself walking down the street towards Eric's townhouse. This time though instead of a bulky hooded sweatshirt concealing a gun she wore a long coat which went-down to her stocking-clad calf's.

Eric sat at his kitchen table which he had converted into his home office for the next couple of months going-over the plans for a new type of landing gear the team he led was in-charge of designing and producing. Then he heard a knock on his door.

Eric was naturally suspicious, especially with all of the people looking for his sister. With everyone from the media to nosy neighbors poking around he wasn't willing to take any chances. He pulled his Glock .45 semi-automatic hand gun from his bag and walked towards his front door.

Amy stood at the door. She couldn't hear any sounds behind the door. Had Eric left when she wasn't watching his house? She started to feel embarrassed but just as she was getting ready to turn around and return to her house she saw the drapes next to the door rustle then heard the door un-locking. A moment later Eric was standing in front of her with a serious expression on his face.

"Why are you here?" Eric demanded.

"I wanted to see you." Amy said quietly.

"Do you still think that I have your money? Because I don't." Eric stated flatly.

"No, that's not it. Can I come inside?" Amy asked.

"Can I trust you?" Eric asked.

"You can frisk me if you'd like." Amy said, then she opened the long coat she was wearing.

Amy stood there in Eric's doorway wearing a garter belt coupled with a pair of pink satin panties and matching sheer bra. Amy stepped inside and Eric closed the door behind her.

There were no words spoken between the two; they both knew what was going to happen. The door had barely closed behind her and Amy was on her knees, Eric's cock quickly growing in her mouth. Whatever it took to feel an Orgasm again Amy was willing to do it.

And orgasm she did! If she thought Eric had been un-inhibited that first time in his garage now he really was letting her have it! She was flat on her back, Eric on top of her fucking her like there was no tormorrow. There was no love, no concern for Amy's comfort and she loved that! She laid there, one leg falling-off the sofa and another pinned to the back of the sofa. 

Amy soon felt that feeling growing deep within her core again. This time though she moaed as her body heaved under it's lover. That was all the encourgment Eric needed as his thrusts became more urgent just before a tidal wave of cum once again washed-down the walls of Amy's thirsty womb.

From that day on Amy and Eric got together every few days to fuck. So as not to arouse any suspicions they always changed where they met. Sometimes she went to Eric's place, sometimes he'd come to hers, other times they might meet in the back of a parking lot or at a Motel a couple of miles away. Her favorite place though was in the back of her SUV in an empty portion of a park near where their kids went to school. For the first time in her life she was craving sex, it was all she could think about! The closest her husband came to figuring-out what was going-on was when he asked why she had changed the sheets on their bed mid-week. Amy quickly made-up a story about one of her children throwing-up on them earlier in the day and her needing to change the bed. Her Husband seemed satisfied with that answer which Amy was thankful for not wanting to tell him that less than an hour before he got home she had been on her knees on the bed with Eric's cock mercilessly slamming into her waiting pussy from behind.

Chapter 3

She wasn't sure if it was because she now had someone in her life which actually showed an interest in her or if it was all the fucking she and Eric were doing but Amy had noticed that she had quickly grown to being in the best shape of her life! All of her clothes fit her better and she'd even bought some newer outfits which really showed-off her new shape. So in the spring when it was time to buy a new swimsuit Amy, for the first time in her life, was excited to go shopping.

Despite her new shape she still couldn't bring herself to buying a bikini; she just didn't feel decent being at a pool with her children while wearing one however she soon found a sleek one-piece which gave her a chance to show-off her more than ample cleavage and featured a very generous cut on her ass. It was black which made it look sexier than any other swimsuit Amy had ever worn before. There was a social event coming-up at the neighborhood swimming pool in a week and Amy couldn't wait to show-off her new swimsuit to all the other Mom's but most of all she couldn't wait to show it to Eric.

Amy never mentioned the new swimsuit to Eric, though she did make sure that he would be bringing his Niece and Nephew to the event.

A week later Amy selfishly enjoyed the slack-jawed looks she got from the other Mom's when she emerged from a changing room at the pool. She pretended not to notice but in reality she was loving every minute of it, though looking around she still didn't see Eric.

A few minutes later, while Amy was sitting at a table chatting with the other Mom's she saw Eric's black BMW pull into the small parking lot in front of the pool.

Amy of course had to act like she still hated him in front of the other Mom's. While he was escorting his Niece and Nephew through the front gate to the pool Amy made a crack to her tablemates about his out-of-style swim trunks but in reality she was wishing that was looking at those same swim trunks wadded-up in the back of her Honda Pilot.

Eric made his way over to the table where Amy was sitting and said a quick hello to Amy and the other Mom's. He tried to keep his eyes in his head as he gave a Amy a quick once-over then grinned and walked-over to a an empty lounge chair and pulled-out a book, though every time Amy made a move she could feel Eric's eye's following her.

A little while later Amy joined her children in the pool, splashing and swimming with them for a few minutes before climbing a ladder out of the pool as seductively as she could muster. Amy walked over to her lounge chair and wasn't surprised to see a new text message from Eric. It read,

"We need to fuck."

Amy grinned then looked-up from her phone at Eric, sitting across the pool from her was watching her carefully over the edge of the book he had in his lap. She typed a quick reply,

"Can't. There's no place here to sneak-off too without getting noticed."

Eric replied,

"I want to fuck you in that swimsuit!"

Amy laughed then typed back,

"I have a friend with a pool in her backyard. She is away right now, I'm picking-up her mail. Want to meet me there tomorrow?"

Eric looked-up from his phone at Amy across the pool and gave her a quick wink.

Chapter 4

Amy pulled into the driveway of her friend's house. As soon as she got out of her SUV she saw Eric walking towards her. The two shared a quick embrace then as Amy was un-locking the door to the house she asked,

"Where did you park?"

"At a shopping center around the corner. I figured it would be too obvious if both of our cars were parked at the same house in the middle of the day." Eric replied. "So where is that swimsuit you were taunting me with yesterday?" Eric asked.

As soon as the pair walked into the house Amy nochantly lifted her sweatshirt relvealing the suit. Then she turned and seductively removed the Nylon pants she was wearing.

"I like this better and better!" Eric exclaimed.

Amy pulled her lover close then said, "I've always wanted to have sex in the water. The pool is heated. Care to join me outside?"

Amy playfully waited in the water as Eric un-dressed on the back patio then proudly walked over to the edge of the pool and jumped-in.

The two played like two little kids at first, splashing each other and attempting to grab each other but then the two embraced and Amy could feel Eric's hard cock pushing hard against the thin piece of Nylon covering her pussy.

Eric relased the straps on Amy's swimsuit top, allowing her tits to pop out of the top of her swimsuit – The pair laughed at the way her tits bobbed in the water. Amy pulled Eric's boxers-off with her feet then pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside.

Eric wasted no time in grabbing Amy and pulling her close. Eric rolled Amy onto her back so she was floating then glidded her to a shallower portion of the pool. Then while Amy floated on her back Eric slowly worked his stiff cock into her waiting pussy. He then increased his motions until he was fucking her harder then Amy had ever expeircned before. Amy loved the feeling of floating free in the water, only her legs wrapped around Eric's waist and his hands holding her close to his midsection kept her from floating away. Amy came a couple of minutes later. When she did, she ducked her head under the water and shouted her climax into the water. She popped her head back-up a moment later and now felt Eric pumping his seed deep into her pussy.

The two sat on the steps of the pool, still mostly submerged while they caughte their breath and relaxed. A moment later though Amy went red with embarasement when she saw Eric's cum floating-out of her pussy and into the water. Eric though just laughed it off saying,

"Look, now it's self-cleaning!" Eric laughed. Amy loved the light-hearted way her lover laughed such things off.

Chapter 5

Eric and Amy's torrid affair continued throughout the school year, always hooking-up for an hour or so every couple of days at a variety of locations. 

For the first time in her life Amy was feeling like a vital, sexual being. She'd lost a lot of weight which caused the love handles near her mid-section to evaporate. She felt healthier, her hair was shinier. Many of the other Mom's in the neighborhood asked what she was doing different and she'd always just smile and shrug.

A week before school ended Amy had to leave home for a week to tend to her Sister who had been in a car accident in the next state. When she returned she found Eric's house was empty. A couple of the neighbors said he had packed-up his niece and nephew and said he was moving back home to Seattle; his intention had always been to just allow his Sister's children to finish-out the school year so they would not have to change homes, states and school's mid-year. Amy had known this but had also hoped that maybe he'd stay or that maybe she'd even run-off with him. Amy was more depressed then she had ever been before in her life.

Until a few days later when a letter addressed to her arrived in the mail. It read,

"Amy,

I will never forget the time we spent together. I have never been much for good-bye's so I figured it easier to leave the way I did. I am sorry if you're feelings are hurt, please know that in-time those will pass. On the next page there is an account number for an off-shore bank account in the Bahamas. Any accountant should be able to provide you access to that account. I think you will be quite pleased with what you will find there.

Eric"

The next day Amy went to an accountant and provided the account number. After a few minutes the accountant gave her a print-out of what was in the account and asked where she wanted to transfer it. In the account was every cent that she and her husband had lost in Jim and Michelle's investment scam, plus $500 which in a separate note to Amy, Eric explained was so Amy's husband could get himself "a real gun."



Screwing Those Sexy Twins



When I was at college my younger sister grew through her teens, and those friends of hers I remembered from childhood as daft little girls turned into some attractive young women.

On my times back home between terms I'd find some hot young chick or other in my parents' kitchen keen to see their friend's brother again and shoot the breeze with an 'older man'.

Amongst, Amy - my sister's - gaggle of friends there had always been 'the twins'. Mainly Caroline, one of an 'identical' twosome. Her twin, Penny, was not close with Amy's group, running mostly with her own crowd. I think that's unusual for twins but even though they were supposed to be identical Penny was always considered the 'wild' one -- loving dressing to the nines and going out, while Caroline was quiet, more introverted and generally a bit of a wallflower, I gathered. 

Near the end of one summer, with my departure back to college imminent, I'd spent a Saturday night house-sitting and doing some DIY to score brownie points (and some extra cash for college) while my parents went to friends' for the weekend.

Amy and her pals had been in earlier but had headed for some big teen beach barbecue party, celebrating graduation and the twins 18th birthdays. 

Just after midnight there was a bit of commotion at the front door. Some lads were dropping off Amy and two other girls and doing their best to get inside with them. I chased them off, playing the college macho-boy and let the girls come in.

Well, Amy was barely capable of walking -- seemed my little sis had over-indulged the party punch and needed chaperoning home by Caroline and, to my surprise, her twin, Penny. Now I hadn't seen or paid attention to Penny in some years but that night I was happy to find a tall, toned sexy blonde hottie wearing just a little mini-skirt and strapless top, helping Caroline bundle my inebriated sister up to her room.

As they made their way up the stairs I managed to note that even Caroline had made some effort tonight -- a pair of hotpants and a flimsy blouse showed off a fuller figure than her twin but in all the nicest ways. Anyways, I had a good view of two strong sleek pairs of legs clambering up, with the tease of Penny's skirt flashing little white panties at me as well.

I went into the kitchen, made some drinks up for them as thanks for helping Amy. I took my time to whip up a nice couple of 'Velvet Sledgehammer' cocktails -- I knew the chicks at college dug them (FYI -- one shot Cointreau, one shot Tia Maria, one shot cream, shake well).

I heard them coming back down -- plenty of giggling flagging their own not-too-sober states. I grabbed a beer and went into our lounge where the twins had planked themselves down on the big leather three-seater couch.

They took their cocktails gratefully and I pulled up a low leather stool (or 'pouf') right in font of them -- figured I'd enjoy a bit of banter with two drunken cheeky teens to cap my night off.

Not that Caroline was in any way cheeky - usually very polite and reserved, but that night there was definitely a glint in her big blue eyes; perhaps her sprucing-up for the party had instilled some new-found confidence. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the sparkle in her gaze. She had also done something with her normally tied-back-for-convenience hair -- been to the hairdressers and had her strawberry-blonde locks tweaked and twirled to produce a cute shoulder-length mop of ringleted curls. Looked great on her with those eyes and full lips shining with gloss. I realised then that this was a hidden jewel.

Her twin, Penny, certainly noticed my appreciative glances between chatter. Eventually she made a ballsy remark about me 'checking out her sister'. Caroline blushed, looked mortified. Penny seemed to revel in the discomfort she caused -- probably because she was the one used to getting the male attention between the two. Her natural good looks matched her sister, that was for sure, but her hair was a few shades blonder with peroxide and her mouth 'dirtier' -- the pout was purely sexual and her eyes full of devilment.; a classic good-time party chick she was turning out to be by the look of it.

She sat in no ladylike pose anyway -- sliding those long taut thighs over each other and frequently apart, giving me a clear snapshot of her tightly-clad white crotch. I also had a fine view of her cleavage -- a deep hollow disappearing into her straining low top.

I couldn't help but compare their figures as they sat only a foot or so apart on the couch. Penny was well aware of my observations but Caroline, after her blushing session, kept gazing away at the TV behind me which was still on some music channel with the sound low.

I was sharing a joke with Penny about her actually not being in a bar or club late on a Saturday night and how that might increase her grades, when Caroline asked in a mumble if they should get a taxi soon.

Penny said no way was she waiting around for ages then paying some extortionate price to get home; they'd sleep in my sister's room. Of course, she added with a bright white beaming smile, that was if the incumbent master of the house didn't mind.

I shrugged; it was perfectly cool by me. I offered them t-shirts to wear as nightdresses. Penny laughed and said she preferred to sleep 'au naturel', which had Caroline choking at her twin's gall. Penny pressed the point, said she hoped I didn't mind catching them prancing about 'nuddie' if they had to go to the bathroom.

My grin said it all. Caroline was mortified, claimed in an indignant voice she never slept naked, with a ubiquitous blush I might add.

Penny teased, tickled her. Caroline squirmed and gave me an enticing sight of those full breasts of hers bouncing under her thin blouse -- I'd never really gotten any sense of their true magnificence under her usual dowdy clothes but the shift of those orbs beneath the material stirred my loins.

Ever male-vigilant, Penny noticed my stare and quipped, "Hey, Andy's got a thing for your titties, sis. . ."

Caroline looked flushed and scarlet -- even more attractive. In the mini-struggle with her twin, her hair had flickered across her face; very sexy.

Penny kicked off her shoes and placed a bare foot on my right thigh. "Hey, Andy, don't you think Caroline's got a great bod?"

I felt her toes wiggle against my leg, the little minx. "I think you are both blessed, Penny," I said, attempting to play it cool, while my hormones fired lewd thoughts ten to the dozen. 

"Yeah, but don't you think Caroline needs to lighten up some? You know -- get some guys interested, have some fun; never mind the hard work. She needs to let go a bit. . ."

Caroline was shooting daggers. Penny was beaming at her; both drunk and getting competitive. I stoked the flames: "So how do you recommend 'letting go', Penny?"

Penny stared her twin right in the eye. "Well, not being chickenshit when it comes to guys, for a start." 

"What? I should be a slut like some?" Caroline shot back. 

Feisty! I was getting into this. "A slut? Never heard that about you, Penny?" I said with raised eyebrows.

She was too cool for school this one, however. "I hardly think being a girl aware of her own sexuality qualifies me as some kind of tramp, Andy," she answered with a smooth grin. "Better self-knowledge than closet dyke. . ." she smirked back at Caroline who glared, incensed, and swore at her.

Penny retorted with another call of 'Chickenshit'.

Caroline took umbrage, denied it. 

Penny demanded, "Prove it. You always had a fancy for Andy. Here's your chance."

Caroline actually giggled drunkenly with shock at that, then put her hand over her mouth, looking so sexy as she fixed me with those smoking eyes. "Oh she's a liar, Andy. . .Bitch!" she spat at her sister.

Penny's foot was still on my thigh. I felt it slide up a bit and saw her slide down a fraction in the couch, contemplating her fuming sister with a wry look of devilment. Flicking her tongue between her pearly white teeth as if in internal debate, Penny smiled and hooked a thumb into her low top over each swell of tan breast.

Caroline turned white. "What are you doing?"

Penny never took her eyes from her twin. "Well, getting ready for bed, sister," she said in a low husky voice, designed to arouse me and tease Caroline some more.

Then she looked back at me and slowly took the top down, pausing right atop her nipples; no bra, just divine mounds of smooth flesh and two puckered bumps straining to be free.

And free them, I willed her to. Caroline could scarcely believe it. She was speechless. 

And so was I when Penny gave a wicked little laugh and took her elasticated top right down to her waist. Her tits sprung out, firm B-cups, with dollar-sized aureole and tight hard nipples.

"Ooh, that feels a lot better. . .You should try it sis," Penny smiled.

Caroline looked from her twin to me and back again, mouth agape, then at Penny's superb handfuls of tit-flesh. "I. . .I can't believe you. . ."

"Aw, where's the harm?" Penny laughed. "Andy will have seen more on the beach. Anyway, why should tonight not have some fun to remember it by. Why should it finish with Amy throwing up? Tell me -- are you planning to sleep in your party clothes?"

Caroline stammered, "No. Well, if I have to. . ." She looked at me.

Penny laughed. Those fine titties shivered. "Don't be silly. Why not let Andy get a thrill for being so nice and not reporting us to Mum and Dad, or even the cops? Think about what that would do to your grades. . ."

That struck a nerve. Caroline's colour dropped from her face completely. But she was breathing quite heavy, I noticed and that chest was rising and falling like a fishing fleet in a hurricane.

"Anyway," Penny continued, well into her devilment mode, "Why don't we see how much Andy is interested?"

With that she slid her foot higher, touching my crotch. Obviously I had a 'ligament problem' there and she squealed with delight when her toes confirmed my arousal. I shifted away slightly with a grimace; perhaps I was reddening a bit; I tried to keep cool.

Penny winked at me, asked, "Hey Andy, who do you think has the nicest breasts?"

I looked between them -- at those bare beauties of penny's and Caroline's own gems, moulded enticingly by the light thin material of her blouse. 

"Caroline's been daring tonight," said Penny. "No bra. Right sis? Feeling hot?" She laughed and pointed at Caroline's straining chest -- her nipples, of some considerable size by the look of it, were poking against the blouse. Quickly Caroline folded her arms over, mortified.

"Oh, be cool. Andy's got erection problems, too," Penny laughed.

I certainly did, then. No denying the beast. It was uncomfortable in my jeans alright.

Penny took a big gulp, finishing her cocktail. She shivered, not with chill, I noted; the sledgehammer was working nicely, and her buzz was on.

She stood up, allowing me to see those beautiful firm tits settle in their natural pose, perfectly sloped towards those two firm tips. Penny grinned at the attention, shot he twin a sly glance then hooked her thumbs up under her short skirt and drew her small white panties down her legs.

Caroline gasped as she stepped out and kicked them at me. I just missed catching them.

"Hey, just getting ready for bed as modestly as possible, sis," Penny quipped.

She sat back down with a lovely sexy smile, tossing her blonde locks. I realised she'd be facing me, no panties on. She kept her legs closed, though and smoothed her mini over her thighs. The damn tease. But the sparkle in her eye promised more fun to come.

"See, Andy," Penny" said, "Caroline's chickenshit around guys. . ."

Caroline denied it, looked mad. Penny teased her mercilessly about her lack of experience. And finally added her 'chickenshit' insult again.

That was the last straw. Caroline stood with a challenging glare fixed on her twin and swiftly unbuttoned and dropped her hotpants. The shiny material hit the floor. So did my jaw. What a fine pair of legs, so smooth and shapely. And an unfettered glimpse right up her long flanks to a perfectly-moulded butt, tight cheeks split by a thong string. Only Caroline's blouse hem concealed a clear view of her glorious hips and flat belly.

She was still mad at Penny and offered me a little twirl just to show her sister she wasn't the prude she had her perceived as. When she spun round face-on to me the front of her blouse lifted slightly to reveal her crotch -- a tiny white 'v' of her high-cut thong. She had white bits -- a wider bikini-white mark than the narrowness of the thong .

Only served to make her revelation more thrilling. She was in unchartered exhibitionist territory here, and judging by the flustered look of . . .arousal? I hoped so; judging by that, she was finding a modicum of excitement about the whole scenario.

Penny laughed, gave a small clap. Then dared Caroline to sit on my lap like that before she sat back on the couch.

Adrenalin shot through me. Caroline hesitated. I smiled, shrugged, offered, "Well, call out your sister then. . ."

Then she took the two strides over to me and I felt the glorious soft warmth of her unclad legs and ass through my jeans. I'm sure she felt the glorious clad heat of my hardon as well; she wiggled a bit, not entirely uncomfortably. . .

"Woo-hoo!" yelped Penny. "Now a kiss!" 

Caroline choked. I felt those hot hard nipples -- big they were -- press against me as her breathing got heavy. She shuddered. I slipped a hand onto her thigh; felt awesome. I used my other hand to chance it -- touched her face so that she looked right into my eyes. Then she melted into a kiss. Those luscious lips of hers tasted great, her technique extremely sensual. 

I slid my hand up and down her thigh, felt her squirm against my dick.

Penny laughed. I opened one eye, looked at her. And all but ruined the kiss by choking with surprise.

Penny was staring right at me, smiling wide. And the smile wasn't the only wide thing about her: she'd opened her lovely tan thighs and her mini skirt had made its natural surrender. I was staring at an uncovered clean shaven pussy. Two full outer labia deliciously bald with a crinkle of inner lip splicing the centre. A thicker nub of flesh at the top of her crack signified a prominent clit, puckered out just below her smooth mound. 

Seemed no way this party girl was going to let her wallflower twin outdo her.

"Oh my God," Caroline hissed, catching sight. Then by way of comment added, "Oh, you shave it all off. . ."

Penny grinned a wider white pearly smile and touched her loose lips with probing fingers. There was a gleam of moisture down the centre of her crack. She lifted her skirt up to her waist, totally baring her abdomen. Beautiful, tanned. No white bits on that twin. "Makes it feel. . .lovely. . ." Penny said, gently massaging her fleshy clit hood between thumb and forefinger, hooding her eyes.

"Oh, you're shocking," Caroline half-giggled.

"Oh, yeah? Like you don't have your own fun, sis," Penny retorted. "I bet you're wet right now, sitting there on Andy's hard dick."

Caroline shifted in response to that, realising she was actually grinding on my cock. She stiffened -- much like myself, ha-ha -- and her breathing sounded tremulous.

She stood up, attempting to regain composure. Her blouse was rucked up at the front. Those big tits and hard nipples pushed for freedom; her belly and groin were bare to my sight, only that thong hiding the real jewel. And was there a darker damp bit at the very nadir between her strong thighs? 

Penny made to prove so. She lunged at Caroline, who squealed, caught totally off-guard. 

Penny got a good grip on the front of her thong with one hand, tore it away -- literally- from her body. Both fell back onto the couch, Penny's legs splayed offering me a great view of her moist pussy, firm butt and puckered asshole as she almost rolled right over. But with a yell of victory - in her hand, Caroline's thong, ripped-off.

Caroline was more angry than abashed right then. She wrestled with Penny. Her blouse flapped up around her waist. I caught fleeting glimpses of pussy -- definitely hair there, amongst the wonderful acres of bare ass and leg.

Then she was resigned and aware of her predicament, slumped down, hiking her legs up and pulling her blouse down to cover her modesty. 

Didn't work -- her twin took the chance to pull at her blouse, popping open the front and those amazing tits fell into my view; big full and firm and her nipples like coat pegs -- thick and pink and rubbery.

I mouthed a quiet, "Jesus."

Caroline didn't know what to do, what to cover. She blushed beautifully and her mussed ringlets fell about her big blue eyes and my dick throbbed some more.

Penny claimed, "Now we're even sis. Well, Andy, who's got the best tits now?"

She sat up, sticking her chest right out at me. 

I wore a big shit-eating grin; well, wouldn't you?

"Come on, Caroline, let him see. . ."

Caroline was still at war with her twin so she fixed me with a look of sheer determination and let her blouse finally fall right open so I could see her glorious orbs in their full glory. And that's what they were -- planetoids orbiting a heavenly body. Fuller than her twin's -- those oversize, obscenely sexual nipples -- but just as firm and tempting.

I felt drunk on lust as well as beer. I mumbled, "Well, you're both great. . .But, um. . ."

"Oh shutup," Penny grinned. "I know she's got killer tits. Mine are nice, but Caroline's -- well, I know what guys dig. . ."

Caroline looked quite surprised and certainly impressed by her sister's comments. She made no attempt to cover up anyway, I was glad to see. Instead it felt like she had new-found pride in those tits and welcomed my admiring gaze.

Then Penny raised the stakes considerably. "And I know for sure guys dig a well-kept pussy for some fun. . ." And with that she resumed her laid-back spreadeagle position, presenting a pussy that was now a fully-flushed cunt, visibly reddened at its centre, gleaming juices around engorged lips. Penny allowed a hand to slip back down and tease her clit. "And I sure dig the effect it has. . ."

Caroline was in shock. Me too. But not my dick; it strained for a closer inspection.

"Come on. Do you want Andy to show us his cock, sis?" Penny asked.

The use of the word 'cock' seemed to both stir and buzz Caroline. Those innocent eyes I was so used to took on a definite sheen of lust. It sparked me -- I undid a few buttons of my jeans, not sure where to look -- Caroline's spectacular tits, gorgeous face, or the equally appealing sight of her twin's bare body and juicy pussy.

Caroline kind of shrugged and nodded at the same time; clearly a positive answer though.

"Well," said Penny, massaging her tits with her free hand, "Then I think you should let him see what you have between your legs as well. . ."

A crowd-stopper that was. Not what Caroline expected; delightful to me. Now her bluff had been totally called, Caroline looked frozen in time, wide eyed and trembling.

Penny sat up, gently pushed her twin back onto the couch. Caroline offered no resistance, just stared at me then trailed her eyes to my crotch. I obliged by fiddling away the last troublesome buttons of my jeans, slipping my hand into my shorts and preparing to take my dick out. 

Penny obliged with a wicked grin by moving Caroline's hands out the way, peeling that flimsy blouse open then, ultimately, coaxing her stunned twin into gently opening her amazing long shapely legs. 

Those light-brown thighs parted and exposed to my gaze the white tender flesh of Caroline's most intimate area. Her pussy, like those hyper-sexualised nipples was a man's dream. She kept a tight dark-brown triangle of curls atop a prominent mound, and her engorged cunt was meaty, a swollen silk purse, with full pouting outer and inner labia that hid her clit. A deep pink gorge shining with juices had me jerking steadily as I tugged my jeans and shorts down about my thighs, standing to do so, letting my balls hang free. 




Screwing Those Sexy Twins



Penny took her attentions from her twin to me with a lustful groan. She was kneeling right in front of me. She fondled my balls with delicate fingers, ran her tongue up my shaft. I removed my own hand, luxuriated in her manipulations as both her hands went to work, then her mouth.

As her twin sister blew me, Caroline watched on like she was in a trance. It blew my mind -- this innocent wallflower slowly letting go, brazenly exposing her full, spectacular body. And, as she watched the sex play begin, she absent-mindedly masturbated with both hands -- one each side of her slit, stroking her pussy lips rhythmically, sliding up and down her crack, squeezing her clit, gaping her dripping hole open on each downward push. Her cunt was raw and hungry; this girl's sexual frustrations were taking over the moment; her face was even more beautiful in its lustful anger.

Then I was clambering to my knees as Penny gasped her need and presented her firm shapely ass to me doggy-style, that smooth wet pussy presented to be filled. 

I obliged with near-uncontrolled thrusts. She all but howled and gasped her orgasm, fingering her clit and groping my balls as they slammed against her cunt.

All the while I feasted my eyes on Caroline's now intense frigging -- she was rubbing her pussy at speed as I fucked her twin; her juices were sloshing out audibly. It just made my own buzz even wilder.

Penny was in a state of real party-girl fuck-frenzy. Put it this way -- I could see why she was so popular. She loved being fucked and liked to tell you so as she bucked on your cock. I was having the time of my life. 

Caroline was flapping about on the couch as her sister talked filthy, cumming hard, I believe although with her stifled grunts and moans she was pretty quiet by comparison.

Then she played her joker, or wildcard; however you like to put it. As Penny was cursing and swearing and demanding I cum 'right up her tight little pussy' because she was on the pill, and my cock was fairly pistoning in and out of her hot little box and I was considering doing just that, Caroline suddenly stood right up and made towards me.

She wasted no ceremony -- she straddled over her twin who was on all fours in front of me and staggered her way right up to my face. I had that amazing pussy a tongue-lashing away. Her musk was sweet and incredible. She held my hair gently and then pushed her sopping bush and dripping cunny right onto my face. 

I ate like a fucking African refugee in MacDonalds at happy hour.

It spoiled my rhythm. Penny slipped off my coke, complaining. 

I was what Caroline wanted. She pushed me back onto the stool, and before I could say a damn word, that pussy was off my face and climbing aboard my rock-solid cock. What a feeling. I still get it now; her heat, her big tits and solid nipples pressing thorough my t-shirt, her bush mingling with mine, soaking my balls with her juices. And the sounds -- her hot, heavy breathing, the whispered obscenities she voiced under her breath as the squelching and squishing of her sopping cunt filled the room.

I looked past her at one point, saw Penny in a bit of shock it must be said, watching on avidly. Not shocked enough to stop herself from attacking her own pie with two rigid fingers pumping in and out as her clit got a good frigging too. She came and came, just as she had on my cock, as her twin sister with the heavenly voluptuous form and heavenly nature ground and bounced and heaved on my dick, coming and coming and telling me so in the sweetest voice.

As I groped and nibbled those fabulous tits and slapped her ass to drive her even wilder I realised I wasn't going to hold out for much longer. The awesome buzz you get that carries you into and through these sort of sexual situations without the immediate desire to shoot, was fading. I was going to blow, and in no gentle manner. I did the gentlemanly thing -- told Caroline she was about to receive an explosion of considerable proportions.

To my anguish, I felt the cool air replace her furnace of a cunt. Then her gorgeous mouth engulfed my bursting dick. Hands grabbed at my shaft and balls -- both twins scrabbling to make me come. Caroline's amazing mouth and lips did the trick -- I began to buck; she read the signal, jerked my shaft, lapped at my cock. And Penny, rolling my tightening nuts in her fingers, barged her sister to lick my bulbous cockhead. I blew like never before, hitting Penny's cheek. She squealed. Caroline laughed, gave a great groan of her own pleasure, lapped again at my cock as I blew another string of white cum; I think she wanted her first taste.

Then she leaned back, still jerking me, as Penny used her mouth on me. Caroline spread her legs wide in her crouch position, looking right into my eyes. 

"Look at me as you cum," she sighed. No worries there; I was eating up the sight of her cunt: she spread her lips with her free hand, sloshed fingers in and out of her gaping wide hole, circled her clit furiously, and came hard again, letting go of my twitching cock and slumping to the floor with a sigh. 

Penny finished me off, almost sucking the life out -- I got so sensitive around my cock I had to get her to stop.

When we recovered after they'd lain around delightfully naked for a few minutes and I'd feasted my eyes one last time, it was hugs all round, although Caroline was embarrassed; I could tell. She slunk off to my sister's bedroom before Penny, who gave me her number and promised further fun before I headed back to college if I wanted. 

That didn't happen, but there was more surprising fun some months later. I'll get that last time I encountered those fine twins down in writing soon.



Screwing with History



~SCREWING WITH HISTORY~

It all began with a photograph. A photograph of me I never remember being taken. It was a much younger me, back in college. Someone had snapped it while I smiled innocently towards the camera, totally unaware, and I had simply forgotten. And today, years later, it turned up on facebook, posted anonymously on some nostalgic college alumni page. And it would change my life forever.

I did a double take when the image first popped up on my screen. There he was -- this incredibly attractive, blue eyed boy. Definitely my type. Slender, supple. He was wearing this tight dark blue T-shirt, showing off his tanned, well defined arms. His smooth skin, his mysterious gaze, and his full lips revealed a me, a Jack, who had yet to be touched by a woman. His expression was one of melancholy, but also held tones of mischief, and beneath that, untapped curiosity and hunger. It was as if he were looking right back at me across all these years. And I dare say, as I looked back into his inviting eyes, I felt a twinge of arousal.

The days went by. I kept my schedule busy... teaching twelve yoga classes a week. But when I got home, I would open that file, and just look at him. It was weird. It was taboo. I was falling for him. I was falling for me. This beautiful but impossibly distant creature. 

I saw him for who he was: a lovely, innocent confused sophomore. His desires tamped down. His sexuality almost invisible to the rest of the student body. Even to himself. A virgin. I wanted to go back to then, and meet him. And teach him what he had been missing all along.

Today I know myself. It has been a long journey to this place. Plenty of wrong turns and mistakes. There had been several relationships with women, all of them ended badly. After a struggle and some deep self examination, I finally accept who I am. I've only dated a coupe of boys, but it feels right. I'm just a late bloomer. Still, it's thrilling and liberating. Looking at my reflection in the mirror throughout the years, I always fancied what a great boyfriend I'd make. Amazing body. Arresting gaze. Very disciplined. Well grounded. I wondered what kind of kisser I was like. 

One night, after coming home from a party, I was charged with sexual energy. No one had tickled my fancy at the event. I'd had a few drinks, and kept noticing my reflection through the crowd in the big mirror at the house. I was rather tipsy, and caught a taxi home. My skin felt electric beneath my tight jeans. My fingers kept traveling up and down my arms. I wanted to get home, and be with me. I hastily locked my front door behind me, ready to undress and romance my reflection, when I stopped. What was that glow? My computer was on. I was sure I had left it off. It was set to my facebook page, and that picture of my younger self was on screen, gazing wistfully back at me.

My heart skipped a beat. No one else could have pleased me more at that moment. Younger Jack looked equally pleased in some strange way. But it was the same photo... a male Mona Lisa -- open to infinite interpretation. Or had it changed? I sat down and brought my face right up to the screen, right up to his face. I knew every pixel of the image now, having taken a swim in it every night now for several weeks. He looked the same. Or did he? The smile was slightly more pronounced. His skin was slightly more flushed. His gaze had just a hint more intensity. I felt my mouth go dry, at the same time, I felt my armpits go damp. What was happening to me? Was I experiencing some narcissistic psychotic breakdown?

I didn't care. I started to touch myself. Slowly and tenderly as I looked into his (my) eyes. The arousal built quickly, in that pitched way that no one else could conjure. I had started doing this a few weeks back... No way in hell would I tell anybody, it was the height of taboo. I would climax while crying out my own name, groaning in ecstasy while trying in vain to lure him out of the screen. I would collapse, my smooth, toned, sweat drenched body gasping for air as the afterglow settled in. Unrequited love. 

I stepped out of the shower, all cleaned up, ready for bed. I opened the bathroom door, but I stepped into a different room entirely. Big paisley tapestries adorned the wall. Snow and frost framed the window. A small empty bed in the corner... all too familiar. The muffled throb of a Pearl Jam tune came through the wall. I froze in place, taking in the impossible: I was standing in my room at college, twenty years ago. I took a deep breath. It even smelled like the past. The old floorboards, the slightly musty walls. But except for me, the room was empty. Its inhabitant, a far younger me, had already left for the day. 

I figured it was just some alcohol induced dream. So what? There I was. My adult self, transported back to sophomore year. And not far off, was my 19 year old self. All I had was a towel. I couldn't be found like this in my room, so I rifled through his (my) bureau) and got dressed -- in clothes I hadn't seen since the Clinton administration. They fit perfectly... All these years of yoga had paid off. I quickly made an exit into the hall and out into the snowy field of North Campus. There they were, all my classmates, as they were back then. I pulled my knit cap over my head, and drew the scarf around my throat. It was intensely cold. Up ahead, Amanda was chatting with Elizabeth. And over there was Bill and Ashton. I hadn't seen them in ages! Then Melanie passed me on the path and waved right at me, smiling. I waved abruptly and trudged on through the snow. I hoped she wouldn't notice anything different -- in my gait or my posture. No one noticed anything. I was passing for the younger Jack (at least in heavy winter clothing!)

Then I heard a cry. "Jack!" 

I froze. Tania, was running up to meet me. Her long blue scarf flowed behind her. What was I to do? I couldn't run. She stopped right in front of me on the path, a big smile on her face, her breath steaming in the cold air. She looked right into my eyes. I was busted. I kept my scarf around my mouth.

"Fucking freezing out!" she said. 

"Yeah!", I replied, nodding sheepishly. 

"Hey did you bring your book for Skiff's class today? I left mine back at the room, and I'm never going to make it if I go all the way back." 

I looked down at my empty hands. "No. I forgot everything. Totally spaced! I'm skipping class today." 

Tania laughed. "You're as bad as me Jack!" She giggled. Tania lived in the room adjacent to me. If anyone was going to notice, it would be Tania. I shuffled my chilly feet, looking for some sort of reply. The she furrowed her brow. "That is so strange."  

"What?" 

She looked back over her shoulder. "I could have sworn I saw you down at main campus a few minutes ago."

A shudder passed through me. 

"How could that be?" was all I could come up with. 

"Yeah, and your car is already parked down at the Commons. What's up with that?" She looked inquisitively at me. I was quickly trying to come up with a bullshit explanation. 

"Either you run faster than any human alive," Tania looked at me closely, then laughed "Or it's your doppleganger!" 

My mouth was dry now. "Well, I'll have to track him down!" I said, pseudo jokingly, "Where did you see him?" 

Tania gave an ironic wink. "Last seen at Kline Commons getting a coffee... But you know me. I was probably just hallucinating." She took off, back to the dorm. I looked down the snowy road, towards Main Campus. "If you see him, give him a hug for me!" Tania yelled.

I stood there for a moment, trying to process this insane new reality. A flood of emotions passed through me. Anticipation, nervousness, fear, excitement. What if it didn't work out? What if I was terribly wrong about my assumptions of Jack? Then I imagined the sensation of his lips on mine, our hands intertwining as we stole a kiss behind some snowy hedge... I knew him. I knew this was going to work. I headed for Main Campus.

The breakfast scene was just as I remembered it. It was like yesterday. It was weird -- a world of college students -- with no iPhones or iPads or blackberries. I was tempted to get my bagel and Capn' Crunch and sit with the gang. Nostalgia filled every crevice. But I paused, remembering that I was on a quest... a hunt. And yet I was starving (and still a little drunk), so I went up to the counter and filled a plate with eggs and sausage. And there he was.

My younger self was five people ahead of me in line. My heart leaped. He must have left his coat at the table, because he was wearing a bright orange T-shirt and tight black jeans. And he was in true form. Those lovely arms, that slender back. I was mentally undressing myself from ten feet away. He looked lonely and pensive as he carried his tray back to his table. I followed, a safe distance behind, still in hat and scarf. 

A whole bunch of his friends were coming down the hall right toward me! Todd, Jaylene, Ray, Julie and Elizabeth... all in one pack. They stopped and chatted with my younger self, fifteen feet ahead of me. I had to take evasive action. God, he looked cute though. I noticed how everyone was one happy gang. The group laughed. Aside from his undiscovered sexual self, Jack was a well adjusted, respected part of the campus community. Was I doing the right thing? Was I about to disrupt the life of an innocent young guy and throw everything into chaos? I wanted to awaken him. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to help him discover himself earlier in life, and spare him the years of repression and denial. But what if there were unexpected consequences? My motives weren't absolutely pure either.

The group waved to Jack and continued right towards me. I was a deer in the headlights. Fumbling with my breakfast tray I tugged my hat over my face. I walked over to the wall and stared at my feet. The group, chattering amongst themselves, somehow, miraculously, walked right past me without noticing. That was too close a call. I looked up. And there was Jack, waving back to his friends. His captivating smile. His big blue green eyes. His gaze passed over me. I turned my head and looked out the window, just in time. Had he seen me? A passel of students passed between us, and I slipped away. 

Professor Skiff's class was about to start. I felt like a stalker, following myself to class. I also felt like an impostor, here to mess with my destiny. I didn't even know the way back to the present. Or if there even was a way back. So here I was, stuck in 1985, in someone else's clothes. No money. No I.D. No choice but to go forward with the plan.

My younger self was in the second row, just as I remembered. I got a pretty good grade in Skiff's class on quantum theory. There were no flasks, no frogs. It was strictly rocks for jocks, or in this case, science for stoners. I watched through the snow and ivy covered window. Skiff gesticulated wildly, his words flowing from behind that massive beard. He filled the blackboard with theorems and graphs, and squiggly arrows all pointing down some funnel. I remember this very class! He was postulating on the notion that one could travel through time. All you had to do was exceed the speed of light, and bend space, while passing through an impossibly small dimensional keyhole. It was all "theoretically possible"; his favorite phrase. I giggled to myself, thinking how I had just manifested a theory into reality. 

I got back into the commons for dinner. The lunch lady in the back entrance waved me in, since I was a dead ringer for my younger self. At least I wouldn't go hungry for the time being. I sat alone in a corner table, staring down at the all too familiar mystery burrito. Several tables away, Jack and his friends were eating. My ears perked up. They were discussing that days' class. 

"You could be in two places at once!" 

"Well if that was possible, we'd already know." 

"Skiff's lectures are fascinating, but it's all fantasy". 

"No it's not". 

"Jack, I could swear I've seen your twin on campus."

The group laughed. My stomach clenched. 

"You were at breakfast today right?" 

"Of course, right at this table." 

"Well, Tania said she saw you up on North Campus." 

"Shut the hell up!" 

"For real... Unless you can run 200 miles an hour without breaking a sweat, you were in two places at once." 

The whole table went "wooooo!", somewhere between smart ass sarcasm and genuine fear. This couldn't remain under the radar for long. Someone was bound to see us both, at once, and the whole universe would unravel. Or at least my life. I finished my meal, kept my back to the crowd, and headed back into the night, to "my dorm". 

I realized I had left my wet towel by his bed. An artifact from the future! There could be consequences. 

The hallway was empty. I tried his door. Locked of course. I had nothing but my face to convince security that I had "locked myself out of my room and needed to get back in."

"Yes, everything. My keys, my wallet, even my I.D. Stupid, right?" 

George, the security guy, laughed. "Naah, we get at least seven or eight lock outs a day. I just never figured you'd be one of them." I laughed to myself. Apparently I had the "responsible guy" reputation. George pulled out his ring of keys and let me into "my" room. This was workin way too well. I thanked him and closed the door.

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I trudged through the snow, thinking about Skiff's class today, and the whole concept of overlapping time. Twice today my friends had told me they had seen my "twin" walking through campus. Once would be a funny fluke, but twice? What were the odds? The warm musty hallway of Manor was a welcome embrace after the winter chill. I had lots of reading to do, and looked forward to the cozy confines of my room. Tania passed me in the hall. She gave me a funny wink. 

"Well you certainly get around." 

"What do you mean?" 

She smiled. "Didn't you just come down the hall, in your black sweater?" 

"Huh? No. I've been in my orange parka all day. It's freezing out there!" 

"Yeah right... Or I'm tripping. But I'm not." 

"So what are you saying Tania? There's another me walking around in my black sweater?" 

"That's what I saw. Unless you can change your clothes kung fu fast." She gave me a playful karate chop to the arm. "See ya!"

I closed my door behind me and put my books on my table. So much reading, so much studying ahead. I passed the mirror on my wall. Oh, the distraction! There I was, all slender and sad and alluring. My assignment drifted away into the future. For now, I had to peel out of my clothes. My melancholy evaporated when I took in the sight of that honey colored boy. All smooth and toned. My heart started fluttering like it always does. Time to escape the world out there. All the fear and insecurity. I walked closer to the mirror. God he was cute. He would never hurt or betray me. I looked into his kind, hungry eyes. I felt myself getting a little hard. My fingers traced up my ribs and across my shoulder. So did my reflection. My other hand cupped my tight round bottom. His eyes were filled with desire and a sense of searching, wandering.. I always felt so disconnected out there in the world. In spite of my friends, and the girls who flirted with me, something was amiss. But right here , right now, I looked at this Jack in the glass, and felt this rush of fulfillment, completeness, and hunger. Goosebumps appeared on my arms. My breath quickened. I didn't think I was gay... But maybe... I... at this moment, nothing mattered. 

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I lay there, frozen, silent, trying barely to breathe. I had squirmed under the bed as soon as I heard his key turn in the door. Made it by the skin of my teeth. Thank God he didn't find me. I'm just not ready to meet him. So I lay there under my bed, in my college dorm room, watching myself. It was more erotic than I ever imagined. I was a voyeur, gazing across the ages as my younger self undressed, and explored his blossoming beauty. My mouth grew dry and my heart quickened. Every time his fingers caressed his slender young body, I felt a slight shiver along the same part of me. It was as if we were electrically connected. He looked into the mirror and touched his right nipple. My right nipple tingled. Then his hand played lightly down his smooth belly and teased his hardening sex. A surge went through my body, and I arched up off the floor. I bit my tongue to hold back a whimper. By now he was making soft noises. His hand hungrily played along all the sweet spots I knew so well. But this was a boy who hadn't truly discovered himself. At this early time in my life , this was a guilty pleasure, fiercely guarded, totally secretive. I remembered my fears in college. No one could ever know that I had this ritual. He indulged in the forbidden fruit of his reflection. I could actually remember this particular passionate session, years ago... one of many. He finished up with a beautiful climax. I watched, captivated, a voyeur who had just hit the Jack-pot. He let out one great sigh, infused with a not so restrained moan. God.... I wonder if Tania had heard "me" through the wall! As he cleaned up and prepared for sleep, I smiled to myself. I wanted so badly to kiss him.

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Quivering and gasping, I quickly went to the bathroom and dried myself off. And wiped the mirror off. Yes, I had come against it. In the last frenzied moments, I couldn't help myself, and went right up against the glass, rocking and squirming like a fish out of water. I had just discovered this amazing technique a few weeks ago. It got better every time. It was starting to scare me a little. I was often late to class, and my concentration on my studies was waning. I would find excuses to break with friends and come back to my room early just so I could undress and become one with that smooth perfect boy in the mirror. My lover, trapped behind the glass. Oh! But in spite of these ecstatic little Jack-trysts, I couldn't bear the thought of anyone finding out. I would be ostracized. Even in the relatively gay friendly environment of college, this was going too far. It was my ultra secret. And it was painful that I couldn't share it with anyone. 

I looked in the bathroom mirror. It only showed me from the waist up, (as opposed to the wall mirror in my bedroom) but I still got that little shiver again. I was just looking up into his face, when I heard a sound. Like a door closing, right in my room! That was weird. I cautiously opened the bathroom door, and peeked back out into my bedroom. All was quiet and dark. But I sensed something. Like a presence had been in my room just minutes before. I checked my front door. It was closed, but unlocked! Still naked, I cracked open my front door. The hall was empty. Just muffled laughter and music from other dorm rooms. I slammed and locked my door. Oh Christ, someone had been in here? Or had I just forgotten to lock the door when I arrived an hour ago? I scanned my room to make sure that nothing had been stolen. Everything was in place. But that was even worse! If someone had snuck into my room an hour ago, not to steal anything, but to spy... ----!!! I looked over at myself in the wall mirror. Oh my God. I've been outed! Someone was out there telling the world. My life was changed. I would be marked as a pervert, a weirdo. But maybe they liked what they saw. After all, it was a pretty amazing session. "Shut up Jack!" I said to myself. I was just making this all up. I was paranoid. I had just forgotten to lock my door. The world tomorrow would be the same as yesterday. Then I noticed my sweater missing from my chair. 

In the next room, Tania lay quietly on her side. She had heard those noises from Jack's room again. Sweet soft moans. It was her guilty pleasure -- every time the sensual sounds starting up next door, she put everything down, and just listened. He was so cute - she thought - but he never had a girlfriend. She'd never seen him with anyone romantically. He was an odd creature. Who was in there with him, making such passionate love?




Screwing with History



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I found a desk on the top floor of the library. The lights were just being turned out. Security had left. I was alone. I'd have to sleep here. At least it was warm, and no one would find me until morning. Wrapped in my younger self's stolen sweater, my mind started racing. I was suddenly in 1995. I had no money, and I was starting to get hungry. Would I have to resort to stealing? I laughed to myself. Such a crazy predicament. Not to mention possibly destroying the space time continuum. I looked around at the deserted desks, the narrow moonlit stacks in the library attic. This is where I came to study years ago. This was my little cove, when I needed to finish off a challenging paper or crunch for finals. This was where I would silently run my hand up under my shirt and trace my smooth flat belly... I remembered it well. My younger me was even more appealing than I expected. If I was going to eat, if I was going to drink, if I was going to stay alive... I would have to meet him -- tomorrow. And this was the perfect place!

Next morning, I showered at the gym (two days of grime slid off of me with warm soapy caresses. I was sparkling clean. After all, I want to be presentable when I meet my hot date. I went into the Commons once more as "me", grabbed a Danish and wolfed it down. Then I went up to the library. 

He was already up there, getting an early start on his studies. Alone, in the furthest alcove at the end of the gloomiest aisle of books. The radiator was creaking and cranking away, the air was dry and warm. His back was to me. I soft shoed towards him, watching him breathe as he read. His blue T-shirt stretched tightly over his muscular back... an angle I never got to admire. His beautiful, tormented form. My heart went out to him. And then he looked up from his book... staring straight ahead. I stopped in my tracks. I had nowhere to go. He turned around slowly in his chair. The back of his head became his profile. His eyes turned in his head as he came all the way around. We saw each other for the first time. There was no alarm. The room actually got quieter. For a full minute we just stared at each other, wordlessly. His mouth relaxed slightly, as if he were about to say something. My breath quickened. His eyes traveled down my body, sizing me up, checking me out. 

"Am I dreaming?" he asked.

"Maybe I'm dreaming", I said back. He swiveled all the around in his chair. He quickly looked right and left, to make sure there was no one else around. Then he stood up. "Jack?", he asked, almost breathless with amazement. 

"Yes... Jack." I said back, warmly. 

That Mona Lisa smile appeared on his face. His soft blue eyes let their guard down. It was as if he had been expecting me. I stepped closer. He stood up. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. His face was getting flushed, just like in the photograph back on my computer.

"Everyone else has seen you already", he said, his eyes locked onto mine. "They were joking about it throughout the day. I didn't believe them."

"They weren't joking", I said, stepping closer. "Here we are." I giggled... "Or... Here I both am."

He reached out with his left hand and touched my face. His fingertips were like electricity upon my cheek. "I just had to touch -- to see if you were a ghost, or a hologram, or some long delayed remnant of that acid I dropped a month ago." I felt my loins begin to stir. His fingers traveled down my neck, along my throat. "You're wearing my sweater." 

"Yes Jack. I'm sorry, I had nothing to wear"

"So that was you in my room last night." The slightest upturn on his lips. "I've been stressing out all morning that someone had broken into my place and stolen something, or worse -- seen what I do every night."

"Your secret is safe with me." He knew that I watched his entire "ritual". It was as if we had the same memories. Because, of course, we did.

Our gazes upon each other deepened. But behind his seductive front, I saw his tender fragile side.

"So, are you my -- what is it - my doppleganger?

"No. I am an older version of you."

"But you look exactly like me -- how is this even possible?" He sized me up. "So how much older?"

"All I can tell you is, I have already graduated, and gone out into the world. There's a lot about me you've yet to discover."

"I'm sure there is." He was looking me over like he was mentally undressing me.

My right hand reached forward and traced his smooth cheekbone. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. 'Here we go', I thought. My hand traveled involuntarily down his neck, along his shoulder, caressing the ever so smooth bicep of my younger self. Our hearts were beating loudly in our chests as we drew nearer. His other hand reached up under my sweater, and my shirt. My muscular belly goosebumped at his fiery touch. He grinned slightly.

"Wow. You've been taking care of me.", he said. 

Between breaths I managed to say "Ten years of teaching yoga. But there's more." 

His hand traveled around my waist. My caress on his left arm became a grip. Our breath synchronized. "I'm sure there's lots more", he said in a husky voice. The chemistry was approaching combustion in this dusty alcove. This shy boy was suddenly completely free, in touch with his seductive power. And he was turning it upon his older self. I was the one who had instigated this whole scandalous mission, and he was taking the initiative. He looked so lovely in his newfound confidence. But what about the ramifications of changing my past? A flicker of caution entered my mind. I had no memory of this happening to me. So how could it be happening? 

"Jack, we're making a profound choice. It could change everything". 

His hand spidered up my belly to my smooth chest. His eyes were wide and hungry. "Well then, maybe a change for the better."

And then our lips were upon each other. The world vanished around us. Fireworks danced behind my tightly shut eyes . Our tongues invaded each other. He tasted faintly of caramel and vanilla. Our hands played along each others' backs. I grabbed a handful of his hair, and tugged. He let out a small whimper. This only aroused me more. I opened my eyes and was looking right into me. How could this feel so perfect? The desire re-ignited and our mouths crushed together. I could feel his hardness against mine. Our hips started grinding and my kisses traveled down his jawline to his neck. His left leg wrapped around mine and we almost lost our balance! Then I twirled him around and pressed him up against a row of books. Delicious, unsavory thoughts swirled into my head.

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He pressed his pelvis into my backside. His arousal rocked and probed against my jeans. The heat and strength of my older "me" filled me with such swooning vulnerable pleasure, I arched my back and let out a heavy throated moan. His mouth was upon my nape, kissing and biting. His hand played down my back and squeezed my ass. Then his fingers reached around and found my belt buckle. I had never been so hard. My face pressed into a row of books. Henry Miller's "Tropic of Capricorn" swam into and out of focus on the spine of the nearest book as my older self undulated against me from behind. The dusty smell of old books mingled with the scent of our passion. I was melting in his arms. I was ready to surrender completely. And just as older Jack started to undo my zipper -- footsteps and voices approached on the stairwell!.

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My younger self vanished into the stacks. Several girls - Erica, Andrea and Tania, were busy chatting as they entered the seemingly empty top floor. They were laden with books, preparing to study for some big exam.. I was flushed and breathless, standing there like a deer in the headlights. They looked over at me with moderate surprise...

"My oh my, Jack, you look like you just ran twenty flights of stairs!" At this point I had to just assume they thought I was the younger me. So I went with it.

"Thirty flights actually. I'm practicing for the Empire State Building stairwell race" I joked.

They laughed. Tania looked at me knowingly. "So is this your private study? Is this where the mysterious Jack disappears off to during the busy day to write his masterpieces?"

"It's the best place to focus. No one ever comes up here."

"Ooooh" said Erica, "So you want us to leave you alone? In your ivory tower?" 

I blushed. The bulge in my pants was still there. I grabbed a large book off a shelf and held it over my midsection. "No! My place is your place. Please stay, and have a drink."

Evidently my dry sense of humor was a dead match for my younger self. Tania Andrea and Erica all sat at the big wooden table in front of me and put their books down. They thought I was cute. I felt that old shyness start to return. Tania asked me about the random book I was using to cover my still rock hard self. I came up with a quick explanation... about my interest in Medieval Illuminated manuscripts (of which I knew nothing). "Well you could use a little company" Andrea said, her big brown eyes searching mine. I was playing myself flawlessly. They flirted. I made jokes. And all the while I wondered where "I" had gone. 

I excused myself from the big desk of girls, to "bring my books over from the corner" so we could study together. Once I was free of them, I started wandering the stacks. My lovely Jack had vanished like the wind. I knew he was terrified of being discovered (those were my own memories) and I was concerned he has panicking now. We had opened up a rift in the time continuum. The narrow aisles of books revealed no Jack-in-hiding. But at the end of the darkest aisle, I saw his books! He had left them behind in his hasty departure. Oh where was he, my caramel and vanilla kiss?

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I was walking briskly through the chill air towards the coffee shop. My God! What just happened back there? I was completely captivated by this Jack, this older me, and my inner compass was spinning. Ghostly doubts and fears and uncertainties were evaporating. That shyness that always gripped me in the presence of flirtation -- it was no more. But I wanted no one else. He was the one. I was still swollen down below as I played out that kiss. That's when I almost collided directly with Elana.

"Jack! Woah that was close! We could have injured each other!" She smiled, Elana was this dark eyed Syrian girl. I had a huge crush on her last year, but she never gave me the time of day. I remember feeling infatuated, and frozen by shyness. Now I looked at Elana, and that was like a million years ago.

"Elana! Sorry. I'm a little lost in thought. You know how that goes."

"Yeah. Finals approaching. I'm swamped."

She had no idea! But Elana was looking at me funny.. Her mouth curled into a smile.

"Where'd you get that?" She pointed to the raised red oval on my neck. Her indifference to me had done a 180. I brought my finger up to it. Still sore.

"Nice hickey there Jack. Doesn't look more an hour old."

"Not even an hour", I said back with a slight grin.

"Well well... Who's the vampire?"

"You'd never guess."

"I didn't think you had it in you Jack. Honestly, you always came off as .... Asexual?

I blushed. "Me? No... Not really." 

Elana brushed her finger against my hickey. "That's a doozie. So you're getting some action Jack!" Now she was interested in me, because I was "getting some" How ironic.

"Come on.... Who is she?"

"She?" was all I could blurt out. 

"Oh. Is it a 'he'?" Elana raised her eyebrows. I felt a butterfly turn in my stomach. Now she was really intrigued. "Come on Jack. I promise I won't tell anyone." I was trying to make up a name, just to satisfy her curiosity. Then I decided to tell her the truth.

"I gave it to myself". 

Elana laughed. "Don't bullshit me. Unless you have the most flexible neck on earth." She seemed to back down. "Okay Jack I don't mean to be so pushy. I'm just curious."

"I'm telling you Elana, you'd never guess." 

She started up towards the library. She turned back, smiling. "Well you've got my imagination going. Whomever she is... or he is, they've got good taste!" And Elana turned and headed up the hill. Great! I pined for her a whole year and nothing. Now she admits that she liked me all along. Well, too bad. I've met someone else.

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I scrawled a note and left it in my younger self's book.

"Jack. Where are you? I promise I won't tell anyone. They all thought I was you... No bullshit. No one suspects a thing. You are safe. By the way, you are an amazing kisser. When will you be back at your room? Love, Me."

I left it, as a bookmark, right in the chapter on relativity. He would find it, I was sure. I zipped up his book bag, and left everything in place. I walked out the back stairs of the library. It was warming up outside. A quiet day. Several students were bravely wearing shorts and tossing a frisbee around in the snow. As if to coax spring into an early blossom. Where was he? Maybe I triggered a nervous breakdown. Maybe he was just mad at me. Or he was scared... and needed some space. God -- I was feeling all the symptoms of a new relationship -- insecurity, longing, warmth between my legs. But there was one missing link... if this was truly happening, I would remember it, right?. So what was going on? Maybe time folded upon itself like some M.C.Escher staircase, and the past was erasing itself from my memory with every new action I was taking. I was truly fucking with history!

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I would wait in the coffee shop for a while, then go back and get my books at the library. I couldn't let anyone see us both. I wanted to be with myself right now, and feel that warm strong passionate familiarity. He knew exactly what I liked. But I also had to avoid him, for fear of opening a Pandora's Box of scandal. Tugging my collar up over my hickey, I got a coffee and looked out the window. I couldn't help thinking 'I'm going to be a yoga teacher in the future'! I wanted to know more about my new 'boyfriend'.... We would have to arrange a rondez vous. But first, I had to retrieve my books out of the library. Those dusty stacks would never be the same.

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I was getting a little depressed. No sign of my younger self. And I was getting hungry. Having no I.D. and no money was becoming less of a novelty, and more of a creeping danger. Part of me wanted to get back into that warm shower and travel home, to the present. But was that "home" anymore? Had I already obliterated the future, and created a universe 20 years from now where I didn't even exist? I still didn't have a key to "my" room, and going to Security a second night in a row looked really suspicious and flaky. I didn't want to sully my 'boyfriend's' reputation. And so, hungry and depressed, I walked into the evening dark, headed for 'my' dorm.

I soft shoed down the stained dorm hallway carpet. The sounds of laughter and music behind all the closed doors made me feel even lonelier. I was quite possibly the loneliest guy in the universe. The man who fell out of time. All my friends and family were twenty years away. It might as well have been infinity.

There was something taped to the outside of my door. An envelope. Written on it was "Jack". It could have been a note for him. Or maybe he had written it for me.....! I ripped it down and opened it. My eyes poured over the words.

Hey older me ~ Where are you? I can't stop thinking about you. You've corrupted me. And I like it. But we can't be seen together. If you get this letter, know that I am aching for your touch. You know exactly where my sweet spots are, like no one else ever will. If you haven't vanished back to your dimension (sob), then meet me at my car in the dorm parking lot at 10:00pm. You know which one it is. Yours forever, Jack.

Younger me was a smart bastard. No one would have suspected he was leaving a love note to himself on his own door! It was around ten. My heart was beating hard and slow. I hadn't seen my baby blue '71 Ford Torino in over 20 years. I missed that car. It would be a classic now, if only I had taken better care of it. 

I felt the crunch of gravel beneath my feet as I entered the dirt parking lot. It was like a museum to me: rows of 1970's and early 80's cars. Not a hybrid among them. But there was no '71 Torino either. I circled back, just in case I had missed it. No baby blue Ford. I stopped in the cold night and looked up at the stars. I didn't have a watch. Was I late? Did he forget? Did he get cold feet? My stomach was growling now. I hadn't eaten in almost 12 hours. My younger self had just stood me up! Self rejection.. the worst kind! And then I saw the headlights through the distant trees. They were headed my way. My heart quickened. The dark outline of the Torino emerged from the woods and turned into the parking lot.

He pulled up along side me. "Sorry I'm a little late. Last minute details" He grinned that mischievous grin. It was like a first date. I went around and got into the passenger seat along side me. And we drove of into the night. His hand traced my left forearm.

"We can't be seen together, for so many reasons. But once I touched you, and you weren't a phantom, or some figment of my imagination, I didn't want to lose you."

Our fingers interlaced. "I thought I had taken it too fast and scared you away. Forgive me for not slowing down."

Younger me smiled. "Jack. I'm full of feelings I never knew I had. I don't know where this is going, but we have to get away together. Even if just for one night."

We left the college. We crossed the river, and headed into the countryside. A full moon filled the sky above us. My fingers slid up his sleeve and cradled his bicep. He took in a deep sigh. This was my boyfriend. After all these years. And across the ages, we had found each other. We headed for points unknown. Well, Jack seemed to know where to take me.

Jesse'e Diner was open 24 hours. We found a booth in the corner. Jack ordered exactly what I remember me ordering... cheese omelet and chocolate milkshake. I ordered the same. He smiled.

"I see your diet hasn't changed. How have you managed to keep that lovely figure?"

I smiled at my younger self. "Oh you'll become a vegetarian, and take good care of yourself. But, on occasion, you'll indulge. In this case, I haven't eaten since breakfast. So don't lecture me."

We laughed and looked into each others' eyes. My hunger for a good meal was only surpassed by my hunger for him. 

"I don't remember any of this though..." I said to my younger self.

"Maybe you blocked it out. It's all so taboo, your memory couldn't handle it."

He was wiser than his 19 years. Wiser, more confident and more imaginative than I ever remembered. The delicate latticework of time had irrevocably shifted. I was already changing my destiny, and with it, my personality. When he finished his milkshake, I took his hands. They were warm.

"Taking myself out on a hot date? How could I ever block that out?"

"You tell me." 

"I've been on some bad dates. And I've made some big mistakes. All because I didn't believe in myself." My fingers tightened around his...

"As of tonight, you are going to grow up faster, you're going to discover yourself sooner. No more Jack the shrinking violet. Are you okay with that?"

"What's the alternative?"

"Letting your life be decided by rejection and doubt. You will be a late bloomer, if you bloom at all."

His lip curled ever so slightly. "What do you have in mind?"

He took my hand and placed my finger in his mouth, sucking off a little chocolate milkshake. I couldn't believe how warm and wonderful it felt. His gaze broke with me and his mouth released my finger. He looked over my shoulder politely, just as the waitress came with the check. 




Screwing with History



"Here you are boys... What are you, twins? "

Millie was the same elderly waitress in a grey beehive. Nothing had changed, Because nothing had yet to change. I looked up at Millie.

"Yes. Identical. Almost."

"Right down to the same meal. I have two nieces who are identical twins. They're inseparable. You boys look pretty close yourselves."

"Oh yes, we are." His foot traveled up and down my calf under the table. I was getting hard. Younger Jack paid for both of us, and we left.

He got a room for us at a tiny motel in Stantonville, almost 40 miles from the college. The area was crawling with tourists in summer and fall, but tonight it was nearly deserted. Perfect. The innkeeper asked us the twin question as well. We humored him with a yes, and went out to our room. The air was damp and chilly as we crossed the parking lot. Jack got his night bag out of the car.

"You packed a night bag?"

"A little one." he said, smiling.

"Thanks again for paying. I left all my money twenty years from now."

"I'm sure you'll pay me back." His hand slipped around my waist and we kissed, deep and wet. Little fireworks went off behind my eyes and I tasted that caramel again.

The key turned in the lock. The room was tiny, rustic, with twin beds like Lucy and Ricky would share. The blue and pink neon of the motel sign illuminated the cozy little space. We left the lamp off and shut the door.

We stared at each other from about three feet apart in the neon darkness. The blue and pink light etched a lavender streak across his cheekbone. His head was slightly down, his gaze slightly up, in a manner of seductive surrender. Our breath was in sync. Even our heartbeats were in sync. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair. We were now inches apart. Our gazes locked. "Jack!" We both uttered the name, at the same time. I grabbed a handful of his hair and our lips opened upon each other. Shoes, socks, pants were suddenly on the floor. He moaned into my mouth as our hands groped each other. Our nipples brushed against each other. Our erections probed against our smooth stomachs. The world started to spin. And then I hear my shirt rip. Jack, in a fit of passion, had torn my shirt half off. 

I planted my palm on his chest, and, panting, said:

"Slow it down. Slow it down. Breathe in..." My yoga teaching was coming into play. The energy was in danger of burning out too quickly. "Jack, we want to make this laaaast. Take it slow. You ever heard of tantra?"

"What's that?"

I slowly lifted his shirt off, revealing his tight smooth body. I almost lost control. He folded his arms back and up, like wings, over his head as the shirt came away and fell to our feet. His eyes were half closed, his breath was choppy and slow. I tried to explain.

"Tantra the art of harnessing the energy of sex, of love, and channeling it into something wonderful. If controlled, it can be a powerful force."

He was naked, save for his tiny black briefs. He kept his arms in the air, in total surrender. Keeping his eyes closed, he brought one hand to his face. And caressed his chin. I stepped back. He was putting on a show for me. Tantra was a big challenge at this moment, I was rock hard, and using all my restraint to stand and watch. Jack was getting it! He was in a tantric trance with himself. He reached into his small night bag, and opened a bottle of baby oil. He slowly applied it onto his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. I convulsed. Wherever he touched his exquisite body, I felt it on mine! Ghost fingers electrified my nipples, my navel, my hips, my thighs, my waist. I watched, captivated, as my 19 year old reflection made perfect love to himself, and to me, with phantom twin touch. I twitched and gasped. And then his hand traveled down to his -!!!

My knees gave out, and I nearly screamed. He opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he said innocently. 

"Whatever you're doing, don't stop... I feel everything you're doing!"

"Is that tantra?" He said, lightly teasing his cock. 

I quivered, it took me a few seconds to get the words out. "Yes! Better than tantra."

He stepped towards me and pulled my underwear down. He kneeled and kissed his way up my right leg. I straightened my spine and threw my head back. His hands sculpted their way up my calf, my knee, my thigh, right to my hip. My hands grabbed his scalp. His lips traveled across my lower belly, teasing the tip of my cock, sending me into another spasm. He paused.

"Mmmmmm. Nice tattoo."

His fingers played lightly along the small lightning bolt inked into my left hip. 

"So I'm going to get some tattoos in the future", he said almost girlishly, with a coy grin on his face. "When do I get them?" 

I looked down at my younger self... "I can't give away the whole future. That would be like... cheating. It needs to be a mystery... At least some of it".

"I really like that one", said younger me. He leaned in and ran his tongue along the small spider inked into my right thigh. His warm tongue sent goosebumps down both my legs. I wanted to do the same to him. Find that sweet spot. Make him shiver.

I pulled him up by his hair so we were standing face to face. Hip to hip. Our erections touched. I placed my hand on his heart. His smooth glistening chest rose and fell. For almost a full minute, we said nothing... just speaking to each other with our eyes. My living reflection. The temperature seemed to rise even further in that stillness. "You're a good student", I said to my younger self. "And I think I'm falling in love."

I leaned in and kissed him on his mouth. Our tongues met. Our naked skin burned. He knew it was my turn. I slowly descended, on bent knees. My mouth kissed its way down his neck, past the hickey from this morning. And now, naked flesh. Places I had never been before. I licked his (my) collarbone. I traveled down to his (my) nipples. I gently bit the right one, then the left one. My own nipples responded to what I was doing to him. A closed circuit of doppleganger sex. I kneeled before him, and my lips tickled their way along his ribs, along his sides. I sculpted the slope of his hips and buttocks with my fingers. He gasped as I nibbled the flesh just outside his left hip bone. I started to kiss harder. I sucked that sweet spot on my younger self, raising another small welt. He cried out my name. And I took him into my mouth.

I could use the analogy "it was like tasting myself", but it wasn't an analogy. I really was tasting myself. And it was hot and delicious. He rocked his hips into me as I licked and slurped his enormous cock. A trickle of pre-cum fell across my tongue. "Jack!" he cried out again and he tugged at my hair. History was falling apart like a house of cards.

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I grabbed his hair and pulled him against me. Whatever he was doing, it was inspired, it was art. Up until now, I hadn't even kissed a girl. I'd had couple of crushes, but I was too shy to ever act on it. Everyone else was losing their virginity around me. I began to wonder if I would ever find the right one... or just die a virgin. I never thought it would turn out like this... I raised my arms into the air just as he pressed his fingers into the cleft of my ass. I let out a groan. My knees startled to buckle. I fell quaking to the floor. My older self climbed on top of me.

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I was succumbing to animal desire now. His body lay spread and sweating on the floor beneath me. My doppleganger. My twin. My boyfriend. We wrestled, our bodies writhing as one. My mouth nibbled the smooth slippery contours of his waist, his round ass, his long muscular legs. His (my) skin tasted of salt and cream. We ended up in a 69 position on the floor, a sprawled tangle of oiled limbs. I tasted secret parts of me I could have never reached. And I wanted no one else. Ever again. 

When we broke from another thirty second kiss, I said to my younger self, "I know you're a virgin." 

He smiled back. "Of course you do." 

"I know when you're supposed to lose it, and who you lose it to... it's next year, and she's - "

Younger me put his fingers on my lips, as if to shush me. "Don't tell me." He leaned back in, our mouths only inches apart. "Maybe we could alter history.... tonight."

A hot shiver went up my spine. I became instantly hard. Again. Here I was, completely naked, in bed with my 19 year old self. We had fallen deeply in love. And I was about to take... my.. own... virginity.

Younger me rolled out from under me, a feat made easier by our smooth sweaty skin. He reached onto the bedside table and opened the bottle of baby oil. Spreading it generously down his supple torso, he shot me a mischievious glance. 

"So when do I come out?" He rolled over onto his belly and handed me the bottle.

"Soon, my Jack. Sooner than I ever did." 

He raised his perfect ass into the air. My hands were upon it in an instant. I slicked his backside down with oil. His hips gyrated slowly to a rhythm that belonged only to us. And then I squirted the oil right onto his spine. He rounded his back, letting the baby oil flow over his tailbone, and between his cheeks. Then he arched again, presenting himself to me. I placed both my hands on the sides of his waiting ass. Goosebumps appeared along his back, and he let out a small mewl. And I leaned in. My erection slid against the cleft between his cheeks.

He whimpered and shuddered. I pressed my hardness against his opening. It was yielded only slightly. He squirmed right to left, trying to open up a little more. 

"I'm really tight. No one's ever been inside me before." I pressed a little harder. His smooth anus began to dilate. "Of course you know that... you're me - Unnnghhh!"

His body surrendered. I slid right in. All the way. It was silky smooth and white hot inside him. My younger self clenched, tightening his grip on my now enormous erection. I was fucking myself! Jack was grabbing the edge of the rug for traction and thrusting back against me. I grabbed him around the waist, and held on while he bucked and gasped. The muscles along his back flexed and glistened. The muscles inside him tensed and massaged me with tenderness strength and dexterity. Fireworks danced before my eyes. I pulled out half way. "Yes Yes Yes!" he cried out as I slammed back into him, deeper this time. It was all I could do to fend of the orgasm. 

Younger Jack reached back, grabbed my left wrist and guided my hand to his sex. It was rock hard and enormous. Thoughts of him deep inside of me made me shudder. 

"I love you! Don't ever leave me Jack!" My 19 year old self writhed and twisted beneath me. His sinuous body seemed to be scooping me in deeper. The ecstasy was torture. I started pumping him faster, while I stroked his swollen cock. Sweat from my face dripped onto his back, and blended with his sweat. I leaned in and licked it off. Sweat from both of me lingered on my tongue. 

Our hearts beat as one, in rhythm with my thrusts. Our glimmering identical bodies undulated in a timeless love dance for what seemed like 20 minutes. I kept my orgasm at bay. And of course, so did he. My younger self's virginity hung by a thread. His sweet perfect bottom held onto my cock with a molten grip. Every time I drove myself into him, I could feel his future changing, his brain re-wiring, his sexuality shifting. As we hovered in that shimmering twilight of ecstasy, my thoughts shifted to my intention. I was taking my virginity. But why? To teach him? To guide him? To improve his life? Yes... and no. There was no way to predict the outcome of such a momentous shift in my destiny. I was doing it for myself. To quench a burning thirst, with little regard for the future of this beautiful innocent creature. I was playing with the fabric of the universe, and there was no way back. Unless, I pulled out. 

He was screaming into the blanket now. Our hips were fused with passion. I could still let him go, and let his virginity take its natural course. I had to pull out. Just pull out, and all would return to normal. But my body would not obey. The more I tried to stop, the faster my hips moved. It was like being on a runaway locomotive, only I WAS the locomotive. I loved him too much to save him. The fuse was lit. All I could do was let my body take over, as both of me passed the point of no return. The orgasm began in my fingertips and toes, and slowly surged up my limbs. Jack beneath me was feeling the same electric surge. As I gazed deliriously down at my own sweat-drenched back, I heard a voice inside me saying: "A virgin no more. A virgin... no... more...."

Sparks started to fill my field of vision. I took one last look at my tender 19 year old ass, and I drew back, held my breath for an instant, and exploded. We screamed as one, my geyser of white hot lust penetrating him to his core. My newly de-virginized self was convulsing and choking. His own semen squirted forth like a cannon. Our orgasm enveloped us like a self immolation. I couldn't tell our screams apart.

A torrid afterglow filled the room. We were still entwined. We lay in a wordless daze. Jack, still beneath me, reached back and ran his fingers through my hair. 

"Stay. Stay in me forever." I held him tightly. Out of passion, but also because the room was starting to spin. His voice was husky. "You fit me perfectly."

I had changed everything. Whole decades of experiences and relationships were vanishing from my memory, because I had diverted the mighty river of time. Vertigo swept my senses. I was falling. Jack's young smooth body was solid beneath me, and I held onto him like a lifeboat in a swirling sea. 

"Where are you going?" He looked around at me, concerned. 

"Stay. Stay with me." 

I opened my mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. I was mute. A faint white noise filled my ears. The more I tried to speak, the more my brain locked up. The room began to darken. The white noise was deafening now. The world around me was dissolving, like sand. Jack looked at me like I was miles away. "Don't go Jack!" he yelled to me. "There's so much more!" I screamed back in silence. His warm blue green eyes were the last thing I saw. And then the darkness and static closed around me.

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The sunlight broke through my curtains and invaded my slumber. My sheets were soaked. My god what time was it? It felt like afternoon. The clock stared back at me, blinking at 7:15am. I would have plenty of time for breakfast before going to class. Wow. What a dream! I could still taste his kisses. This older incarnation of me still lingered in my dorm room. His mature, guiding touch still warmed my skin. His scent was still in the air, even though his phantom presence was quickly fading into dream memory. My subconscious had seduced me. I rose to face the new day. 

Still naked, I stretched before my window, looking out on the melting snow. My concerns and fears were melting along with it. Like some distant echo, I could almost hear my future. Decisions I had yet to make, actions I had yet to accomplish, mistakes I had yet to commit -- were falling away like dust. Even though I couldn't clearly define it, my self purpose was realigning, like a puzzle falling into place.

The library, the diner, the motel... all were remarkable artifacts of my vivid imagination. And Jack, that older wiser Jack -- who, although he never existed, realigned my internal compass and gave me strength and happiness beyond my years. And -- what a lover! I looked down at my naked body, and caressed all the places where my tattoos would soon be. I would be a yoga teacher one day, That sounded so exotic!

I looked back at the wall mirror. We smiled to each other. And I thanked my subconscious for sending me such a wonderful gift from beyond.



Screwme



So loud were my passion cries I never heard my wife Kate enter through the apartment door. She was home three hours' early.

I was lying on my belly in the center of our queen-sized bed on top of stacked pillows with my ass in the air and my legs spread apart. The Park Masseur, as he would come to be known (PM for short), was topping me. With each thrust of his thick cock I let out a cry, and with nearly every thrust came his accompanying slur: "Faggot!" "Like it faggot?" "You my girl?" "My bitch?" "Take it, faggot!" Etc.

Which, considering that it was HE who came on to ME in the park that first day, was just a little hypocritical. Don't you think?

The first sign of trouble was when he stopped his furious motion in me. Then I heard him say, distantly, and in his lilting voice (when he wasn't shouting out slurs, that is): "Oh hi there."

Next, his cock popped out of my dilated hole.

I wrenched my head around and found Kate, my beautiful, 28 year-old wife, standing one step inside the bedroom, arms folded tightly across her B-cups, purse hanging from a shoulder. And then it hit me. Kate taught art at a nearby public school. She'd mentioned it to me at the beginning of the week. Friday was a half day! ("Let's go out and do something fun!" she'd said enthusiastically at the time.)

Given the same-sex spectacle on her bed, Kate's expression was surprisingly neutral. She said: "So this is what you do while I'm hard at work all day." It was not a question. And not that I would term teaching art to elementary school kids, even in Brooklyn, "hard work." 

Then she turned heel and walked out. By the time I'd extricated myself from the grinning (What's so funny!) PM's body, and run to the apartment livingroom, aware all the while of my flaccid little bobbing dick, the door had slammed in my face. Instinctively, this being Brooklyn, I locked it. Well, I couldn't very well run down the stairs after her could I? I was naked!

As soon as I'd pushed the still-grinning PM out the door ("Do you want to finish?" "NO!") I texted Kate, asking, begging her to come back. "I can explain!" I promised. Though what I would be explaining, beyond the obvious, beat me.

To take the edge off, the edge of cheating on my lovely young wife with another man, I'd had a couple a beers late morning, before he arrived. Now I had a couple more. This didn't make a dent so I threw on some clothes, my butt cheeks still slick with lube, and headed to the corner bodega for a 12-pack. Maybe that would do it.

I lay on the couch in a drunken stupor when, around dinnertime, I heard Kate's key in the lock. I jumped up. I'd never changed the bedsheets!

It was there in the tainted bedroom, in mid-change, that Kate found me. Her arms were crossed again.

"What, you just finished with him?"

"No! I...I flugot," was how the beer-slurred word came out, at least to my ears.

"Get out of my bedroom," Kate demanded, her expression no longer neutral.

"Baby, durling, PUL-EEZE!"

"Get off your knees. It's unbecoming. And get out of my sight. You sleep on the couch from now on. Out!" she pointed. "You prick! You little-"

And for the second time in less than six hours a door slammed in my face. By Kate's hand. At least the bathroom was still accessible. Once again I fell to my knees. This time to do my pleading to white porcelain. Twelve beers on an empty stomach? And the specter of divorce looming? The result was, shall we say, predictable. I flushed to drown out the retching. Followed by my uncontrollable weeping.

A weekend of absolute frigid silence ensued. Kate was gone most of the time. Her parents'? Her sister's place? A boyfriend's...? I alternated between drinking at a neighborhood bar and drinking in the empty apartment. Sometimes, deep into my cups, I would go in the bedroom (Verboten!), open Kate's chest of drawers and take out a pair of her panties. Sometimes I would press them to my face and smell them (Woolite), sometimes I would weep into them. And sometimes, I admit, I would rub them over my increasingly needy cock. Careful, I might add, to stop short of leaving any telltale stains.

Meanwhile, adding to my misery, I kept getting texts from the PM. "You ok?" "Want to get together?" "She leaving you?" "Can i cum over?" "Need a place tostay [sic]?"

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!...Leave me alone! It got to the point where I almost blocked his number on my iPhone. Though I did still sometimes lie in the dark, on my new three-foot wide bed, which was a foot too short for my long body, and fantasize about taking his cock inside me again. And again, and again. My fantasies alternated between bottoming for the PM and being a good, loyal husband and topping my beautiful wife, either vaginally or anally, and leading her, either way, to great screaming-from-the-mountaintops orgasm. Something, actually, I'd never yet managed in our REAL sex lives. And which had been a point of contention for some time now.

Sometimes it's just a lot easier being a bottom. Spread your cheeks and give and get pleasure. Simple. Easy. No expectations to fulfill aside from a willing hole...

Where was I? Kitchen towels. Fortunately there were many of them. Hanging from the gas stove's horizontal door handle. I would get to that frantic point, either fucking or being fucked in my fantasies, run to the kitchen in the dark and, just making it, or maybe not quite, shoot my near-nightly load into a towel. Then wash it out in the sink, sometimes also after wiping the floor, and hang it out to dry, which it would be by morning.

There were distinct maturbatory advantages to being exiled to the livingroom. Kate, meanwhile, self-exiled in our bedroom, emphasis on OUR, was none the wiser. Although she probably suspected I was masturbating (What did she expect!). As I in turn suspected of her and her slender fingers.

Over two weeks of this passive-aggressive nonsense went by. Then one day-at work (I work at home)-I received this heart-lifting text: "want to talk tonight?"

"YES!" my reply. Though as the day wore on, and the initial elation wore off, I began to wonder what "talk" might mean. Instead of healing, and reconciliation, it could just as easily portend...separation? Divorce? The End? I shuddered. I cried a little. 

I did what I should have done the first day after and brought home, at great expense, two dozen long-stemmed roses. With an attached card professing, in turns, my absolute love and my apologies for having cheated.

Kate read the card, said "Thanks" (Encouraging sign!), and then tossed it aside, dismissively. She was seated at the little dining table off the kitchen, still dressed in a skirt and blouse from work. Her thighs were crossed. I lusted after them. I took a padded vinyl seat opposite her. It was as if the eighty dollars in red roses wasn't even there.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?" she said. That neutral, unreadable expression again.

I pointed, limply, at the belated roses. "I..."

"How long has this been going on?"

"With the...?" Now I was pointing, vaguely, in the direction of the bedroom. Or maybe its west-facing windows. And the distant skyscrapers. Or the nearly hidden park...

"This was the first time," I claimed, eventually.

"He wasn't wearing a condom."

"No. But usually he does. I don't know what..." I felt like a wild animal that had just fallen into a trap. Or a chess player who has been checkmated on the second move.

"You just said it was the first time."

"It was," sweat beading my brow. Already.

"'Usually' implies more than once. In fact-"

"I'm sorry. The second time. The first time-"

"Implies," she continued, "a lot more than one or two times."

My shoulders were hunched up, defensively. I felt like I had no neck. I let out a sharp exhale. Trapped.

"It was our, like, fifth time. From the first time."

"So six times?"

"Something like that."

"More?"

"I don't know, Katlyn. I wasn't keeping track."

"Don't get snippy with me," she said, unconsciously mimicking George W. Bush. And adding: "You little unfaithful prick. And I do mean little."

"I'm sorry," I apologized. Though for which infraction remained ambiguous. "I didn't mean...Every other time he's worn a condom, OK? I swear it. I don't know what happened last time. Wasn't even aware of it..."

"Are you in love with him?"

"Of course not!"

"How did you meet him?"

A lengthy pause. "In the park. I was taking a break one morning...a couple of months ago I guess..."

"From all your hard work?"

Kate never tired of not letting me forget I worked from home, as a graphic designer, while she did the 7:30 to 3:30 routine Monday through Friday (She got two months off in the summer!) at a PS in a semi-dangerous neighborhood. My contribution? Two thousand a month in a very good month. No question she was the bread-winner. I, well, in her eyes I was the stay-at-home slacker. The house-husband.

I sighed again. "Anyway, I was taking a break, taking a walk through the park one day and I cross paths with this guy, we exchanges glances, that's it, then, when he's like six feet behind me he calls back...'Hey, would you like a massage?' My first reaction is to laugh. Then I'm thinking, I don't know, why not? Don't ask me why I thought this would be a good idea, or why I was interested..."

"Cause you're gay?"

"I'm not!"

"Bi then. Big difference," Kate said, with a shake of her mane of dark-brown hair. Hair I loved to brush, while I sat behind her on the bed, with a pokey little hard on she had no interest in.

"So we came back here...it was around noon, and he said, 'Want to get naked?', and I thought, OK! And we both undressed and I got on the bed on my belly and he got on top of me and started out massaging me with his hands..."

"He's not very attractive, by the way..."

"And then he starts massaging me with his penis. You know, the way I do you sometimes? He's a little weird, yeah. But I've always wondered how that would feel. I mean, to be on the receiving end. And he works his way down from, like, my neck to my ass, then he says: 'You ever been fucked?' And I say only with a dildo, by my wife. And he says, 'Want the real thing?' And I say-

"So this is all my fault?"

"No! No, darling. I was just..." Kate had leaned back in her chair.

"Just like it's my fault you started dressing in my panties. Which, by the way, you're no longer allowed to do. Buy your own fucking panties from now on!"

"Dear..."

"I stick my dildo up your ass ONE TIME and now it's the cause of all our problems."

"It was more than one time."

"Ten times. Who cares? The biggest mistake of my married life."

Kate had recrossed her arms. Even tighter. Her head was thrust out to the side, in profile to me.

"All I can tell you is," I said, "it led to some crazy urges..."

"I'll say," head still off to the side. Her mutter was barely audible: "Pantywaist..."

"I'm not blaming you, Kate. It's all on me. I apologize for the thousandth time. I won't do it again. You're the one love of my life. The rest is all bullshit. I mean it. It's meaningless. I...I want to have a child with you some day."

"Ha!"

"I..."

My wife of seven years held up a silencing hand.

"Enough. Enough excuses," she said.

"I'm not-"

"Shut up!"

I slumped in my chair. I had no ammunition left. Hell, I didn't have any to begin with. I had a beautiful, sexy wife and I'd cheated on her with some homely guy I'd met in the park. Cheated on her multiple times. It was all on me. Forget the dildo. Kate was guileless in all this. I needed to repent. But how? HOW?

Kate lowered her hand. "I need 24 hours to think through all this. How I need to punish you. And where our relationship's headed for the future. Let's meet back here exactly this time tomorrow so we can discuss my demands. Understood?"

It sounded like a military assignment. Like I was in the army and she was my superior officer. "Y-Yes," I finally stuttered.

"Dear would be nice."

"Hunh?"

"'Yes, dear.' That would be a good start."

I had a hard on. This was beginning to sound promising. Halfway hopeful. "Yes, dear," I parroted.

"Good." Then she got up and slammed the bedroom door behind her.

This may be a two-towel night, I thought, glancing toward the kitchen, and the stove. I felt somewhat elated.

*

Kate had a list in front of her. Hand-written, in artist's crayon, it appeared. Aside from that she was sitting at the table naked, thighs again crossed. She had my number, and she knew it, and now it was her opportunity, her prerogative, to be manipulative. To play the puppet-master. She knew the sight of her naked body, kept from me for over two weeks now, would drive me crazy. Turn me to putty. In her hands...

I was helpless in front of her pale, beautiful body. Her sweet little tits.

"One," she read. "And this is going to surprise you. I couldn't care less what you do behind my back when I'm not at home. Want to get screwed by some guy? Go for it. This is my condition: just make sure he wears a condom. This is common sense. Understand?"

"Yes."

Again she had to remind me, reproach me.

"What?"

"Yes. Dear."

"Two," she continued. "Whenever we have sex, if we ever have sex again, you wear a condom."

"What? WHY?"

"I'm not having some guy who's potentially getting barebacked by another guy sticking his bare dick in my womb. Got it?"

"He never-"

"I SAW him. Got it? You wear a condom. No exceptions. They're in the bedside drawer. You're lucky if I ever let you in me again anyway, you faggot."

I bowed my head. "Yes, dear." She was beginning to sound like the PM...

"Three. Two can play at this game. I just bought a membership to the dating site Screwme. I'll be dating other guys, too. Good, simple, uncomplicated sex. Maybe I'll finally find out what's like to have a screaming orgasm. I may be having guys over in the afternoon, after work? Or in the evening? Or on weekends? Whatever, I expect you to make yourself scarce. I give you fair warning then you vacate the apartment for a few hours. Got it?"

"Yes, dear."

"Any objections?"

"No, dear. Thank you."

"Good. Four. You're already kind of househusband, yes? You're home all day while I'm at work. From now on you do all the housecleaning. I mean ALL of it. Wash the dishes every night. Laundry once a week. Oh, and my panties and delicates? They get hand-washed. In Woolite."

"I understand."

"Dust, mop. Clean the toilet at least once a week...I don't want to have lift a hand, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"This will give me more time to...," playfully twirling a strand of her dark hair (It was nice to see her smile!), "...play. Know what I mean?"

I did. Sort of. "Yes, uh, ma'am."

"Five. This falls under the classification of humiliation," she said, looking up from her dark-framed readers. Which for some reason made my naked wife look even sexier. "When you clean house I want you to wear the pink maid's outfit I've ordered for you. It should be here in a few days. In summer I'm OK if you wear pink sissy panties. But they must be pink-and they must have ruffles. I've ordered these for you as well. I want our nosy fucking neighbors across the way to be able to see my husband prancing about in his little outfits, cleaning house."

"OK. Dear," I quickly added.

"Also-six-any pathetic little money you make from your graphic design business you turn over to me. We have one bank account from now on and it's in my name. You get a weekly allowance. Did I mention grocery shopping? You'll be doing all of that too, by the way."

"I already do the grocery shopping."

"Good. Then you'll be prepared for that. From now on I control the purse strings in our marriage. I wear the pants, you wear the panties. Well, we both do, but..."

"I'm fine with all of this," I said enthusiastically. 

"Like you have a choice?"

"No but I-"

"What!"

"No ma'am."

"Better. Just like my bratty little schoolkids. You know how often I get hit on at the school?"

"By the kids?"

"They're children! No, by the other teachers. Male AND female. I could get laid every day of the week if I wanted."

Not by the females, I thought.

"Lick me." In an instant Kate had unlocked her legs, scooted back a little on her chair and planted her heels on the vinyl corners. "Get on your knees and lick me, you pussy fuck."

I complied, eagerly. It had been over two weeks. I lusted after her body. Her cunt-lips. Her juices. Her sweet asshole...

We soon fell to the floor. I lay prone on my back as Kate mounted my face and rubbed her wet pussy over my face. She smothered me. I was grateful when she finally lifted off. My open mouth gasped air.

Just then she unleashed a torrid stream of urine into it. It filled my mouth. I spit it out. More followed. It splattered off my face, off my neck and chest. It was all over me, all over the floor. All over her calves. It dripped from her thighs' undersides.

Bladder emptied, she rose. Her bare feet tracked piss from the diningroom, across the livingroom to the bathroom. She turned back.

"Number seven. Not only do you clean my toilet, anytime I want you'll BE my toilet. Piss, shit, whatever I want to unload on you. Understand? You cheating prick?" She pointed where I lay, drenched in her fast-cooling, acrid urine.

"Now clean up this mess!"



Screwup!



My best excuse might be that I was simply too young. Or perhaps I rationalized it as not really being harmful, after all, who would ever know?

Barely 20, I was married to Sharon. She was a tiny little thing, shy a bit of even reaching 4'10". I still am not sure how we ended up together, my preference in girls and women was nice round soft ones.

Sharon fit the bill in the round and soft department, she was built top heavy. But that was the only round and soft part, at just 93 pounds there really wasn't a lot of behind or legs there, just that 32c cup top.

I did delight in playing with her sweet titties, though. I could spend literally hours licking and nuzzling them, and she seemed to enjoy my efforts a lot.

I suppose we looked odd together, I was a full six feet and over 200 pounds. Dancing with her was an effort, I learned to take short steps and even hesitate slightly to give her time to move with me.

She was almost like magic to me, everything about Sharon was close to perfect. She turned heads everywhere we went, the pixie face combined with her magnificent body just screamed for attention. She kept a perfect home, cooked as well as the best chef, and loved me completely and without any demands.

My life was complete perfection.

My best friend at the time was a guy named Gordon, he was a few years older than me, six inches shorter, balding, glasses, a shade dumpy looking because of the clothes he wore. But he really wasn't dumpy at all, in a bathing suit at the beach he had a solid chest and shoulders, I guess the term would be..solid looking?

I was proud of my body, I did a lot of weight lifting in high school, I was on the track team, and also the wrestling team. So in a bathing suit I could be described as looking a bit ripped most of the time.

Working the weights was something I did every evening without fail.

Gordon was married to Patrice, we all called her Dale because that was her middle name. She was around 5'9", and a big boned, big busted gal that wore glasses and kept her dark hair pulled back in a bun. No one would understand what Gordon even saw in her until they talked to her. She wore a constant smile, everyone loved her within seconds. 

Dale could best be described as a bit of a flirt.

Gordon had a little bit of a kinky streak too. He liked Dale wearing clothes that showed off her body some. Nothing over the top but her slacks were always snug with no panty lines, her blouses were always unbuttoned just one button more than one would expect.

Not outrageous, but her sexuality was always there.

One time the four of us went out to dinner, the girls dressed to the nines. Sharon had on a black evening gown that bared one shoulder, a single strap was all that kept it on her, plus it was split up the side so far her hip peeked out when she walked.

I loved the way she looked, I was half hard all night long, anticipating one of our hour long sessions when we got home.

Dale wore a light pinkish colored dress that bared the tops of both of her breasts so far down I was waiting for her nipples to peek out. It was snugged at the waist with some kind of elastic looking material, then flared out over her hips. It was also split up the side, but not as far as Sharon's.

They looked great!

At one point Sharon propped one elbow up on the table and her gown slipped a little, the upper portion of her nipple poked out. Gordon was staring with a grin, I poked Sharon and she fixed her top. We all cracked some jokes about that, I made a comment about it not being fair that Gordon got a peek at Sharon's tittie and I didn't get to see Dale's.

Dale grinned at me and tugged her top down, baring one pinkish nipple for perhaps a half second.

We all roared at that, it was getting a bit drunk and we were having sexy fun.

Later we all went over to Gordon's house and sat around drinking Vodka and tomato juice, listening to music. Gordon got up and put on some slow dreamy music, we were all feeling good, well buzzed.

Then he leaned over and whispered something in Dale's ear. She blushed but giggled. I was curious as to what was up, so I asked.

"I asked Dale to do a little strip tease for us." He said with a big grin.

"Cool!" I said.

"Oh, you guys. Always horny." Dale responded, mildly blushing.

"Oh, come on! It will be fun!" Gordon encouraged.

"I am too fat." 

"I danced with you tonight, you aren't fat, you are beautiful!" I said.

Sharon gave me a sidelong glance but didn't say anything.

"How about you, too?" I told her.

"Yea, that would be great!" Gordon added.

We both coaxed until finally Dale got up and did some whirls, she even slid the top of her dress around some, letting her boobs peek out for a second or two at a time.

That was about it, finally having our fill of drinks, Sharon and I said our good evenings and headed home.

Sharon was a little quiet on the way, I was a bit too drunk to really notice.

It should have been a warning.

But I was too drunk to even be driving, let alone notice her mildly upset state. I was more interested in avoiding the local police who I knew would delight in locking me up for the night.

I reached for Sharon as soon as we were in the bedroom, she begged off saying she wasn't in the mood, rare for her.

That should have served as a warning, too.

It was several days later, the four of us had been out to a local tavern all evening. Gordon and I were popping back beers, the girls were sipping some of those wines that pretend to be hard drinks.

I was winning regularly, a couple of other guys came up and challenged and the game grew to $5 per game 8 ball. I was up $40 by the end of the night, and a bit on a high about that.

Gordon was driving, so Sharon hopped in the middle up front, Dale sat in the back. She was dozing, having a bit of a time keeping her head up.

I had my arm around the back of the seat, I happened to glance back and realized Dale's blouse was undone a couple of buttons too much.

Feeling frisky, I reached back and stroked the top of her right breast. Gordon and Sharon were both facing the front and both a bit out of it too, they didn't notice.

Dale did!

Her head came up and she looked at me in surprise, then a sly smile crossed her lips and she leaned forwards slightly.

I checked to be sure Gordon and Sharon were still not paying attention, then I slid the fingers of my left hand inside her bra. The backs of my fingers found her nipple and rolled it gently as best I could considering the awkward angle.

Dale's mouth came open and she shuddered slightly, then she grinned at me. I stroked Dale's right breast for a good half minute, stopping when Gordon made the turn towards our house.

Sharon and I slid out, said our good nights and went inside.

It was about two weeks later, there was a party down the street and the house of another couple we knew. Sharon couldn't go, she was off for the weekend to visit her mother, so I decided to go and see what was up.

The party was just one of the usual, people sitting around drinking. Someone produced a bowl and some of the people there started smoking but I never touched the stuff. Still, I was getting a buzz anyway. I was sitting on the couch watching a video with some crazy fat comedian, it was hilarious. He made Don Rickles look tame with some of the insults he threw at people managing to make it all funny.

Then I looked up and Dale walked in. She looked beautiful, tight tan slacks and a soft blouse unbuttoned enough to display the tops of her breasts.

"Where's Gordon?" I asked her.

"He is on swing shift this week, he said he would drop by about midnight." She said with that half smile.

I glanced at my watch, it was 10:30.

We looked at each other and we both knew. How do I explain that moment? If it ever happens to you, you would understand.

"Shall we?" Was all I said.

"OK."

We left and walked the block and a half to Dale and Gordon's house. We weren't even fully in the door before we were kissing, my hands began to roam her body as her head tilted back.

Making our way to the couch, I got her blouse undone, slid it back off her shoulders. My mouth came down to kiss and nuzzle at her bare nipples as my right hand stroked her hip.

I felt her hands fumble with my belt, then the catch on my pants. She managed to get the zipper down as I found and released the buttons on her slacks.

I felt her hands slide inside my briefs, her searching fingers stroked up and down the length of my erection.

My own probing fingers found her pubic hair, then the damp slippery softness between her legs. The flesh was soft and bare at her lips, her pubic hair was sparse and turned upwards.

I managed to first free one of her legs, then the other. She opened then readily to grant me access. I leaned down and tasted her, then began to brush her tiny lips with my tongue.

She lay there holding my firmness with one hand as I twisted my body to reach her, her hips making gentle upwards motions at my efforts. Then she scooted backwards on the couch, reached out and tugged on my sides.

"Oh. I shouldn't be doing this!" She moaned as I slid inside her.

It hit me that I was fucking my best friend's wife on his couch, but that thought was fleeting as I continued.

"You are so goddamned big!" Dale squealed, between pantings as she thrust back at me.

We were back at the party by 11:30, getting some sideways looks from some of the others there.

Gordon arrived about 12:30, he grabbed a beer and plopped down on the couch next to me. He was yapping away about some ball game earlier, I managed to answer.

Funny, I didn't really feel guilty?

I should have.

That became a regular thing, every chance we got Dale and I had at it. Once we took the risk of fucking in their bathroom while Sharon and Gordon made sandwiches in the kitchen, we were sitting on the couch when they came back out acting like nothing had happened. We had just darted in there, I took her standing up, the crotch of her panties shoved to the side.

That one was the big mistake.

Gordon called me a few days later, saying he wanted to talk. I met him at the tavern down the street. We ordered a pizza and a couple of beers, I was taking a sip when he dropped the bombshell.

"I think Dale is having an affair!" He blurted.

"Dale? No way!" I answered, feigning surprise.

"I am sure of it, I found a pair of her panties with some stains."

"Probably just yours."

"No way, she doesn't wear panties to bed."

"What are you going to do?" I took another sip of my beer.

"Catch the motherfucker!" He looked right at me, making me nervous.

"But how?"

"I set a trap, I have had her watched for almost a week now." He looked right at me, that same strange expression.

It flashed into my mind that I had slipped over there the afternoon before, telling Sharon I was going to the store. I had even walked on down to the store and bought a few things to cover my tracks.

"So when do you find out?" I asked, already suspecting the answer.

"I found out today."

"Gordon, I..." Was as far as I got before the side of my head exploded.

A few tables and chairs went this way and that as I tried to stay out of his reach.

"Come on Gordon, I can explain!" I yelled as I was doing my best to stay out of his reach.

I really had no idea how I was going to explain.

I was just preparing to drop him, try to defend myself and I wasn't completely sure I would succeed when several patrons and the bartender grabbed him.

"You slimy motherfucker!" He was screaming at me as I beat a hasty retreat.

"What happened to you?" Sharon asked the moment I walked in the door.

I didn't realize that I was bleeding from some scrapes, there was a lump on the side of my head and some other spots that were already beginning to pop up.

I went directly to the bathroom, Sharon one step behind me. I washed my face, checked my swollen lip in the mirror. I was going to have a fine shiner, too.

"What happened?" Sharon insisted.

"Gordon. We got into a fight." I muttered.

"Gordon? What? How? What in the world?"

Then realization hit her, her expression changed.

"You slimy MOTHERFUCKER!" She screamed at me.

The second time today I had heard those exact words.

I guess they were true, too.

"Sharon....."

"You get away from me!"

She ran into the bedroom, slammed and locked the door. I beat on the door, calling her name, she didn't answer.

Finally I gave up, went and sat on the couch.

I tried again as she came out with a suitcase, grabbed the car keys off the counter and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to Mom's, you stay away from me!"

I stood and watched as she started the car, and drove off. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I went back inside and sat down on the couch.

The ring of the telephone woke me up, it was Dale.

"Gordon found out." Were the first words out of her mouth.

"Yes, I know."

"What are we going to do?" 

"I don't think there is anything we can do, just wait and see what happens."

"What about Sharon?"

"She left me."

"Oh, God. I am so sorry."

"Yea, we kinda fucked things up."

I figured that if I gave Sharon some time to calm down she would forgive me. We would sit and talk, I would hold her and tell her I was sorry, she would smile and accept. Things would be fine, I loved her more than anything, she had to know that.

Things would settle down.

The divorce papers arrived two weeks later. I tried several times to talk to her, try to explain, apologize.

She was having none of that. Dale's divorce from Gordon was final just two weeks after mine. I slipped into a rythmm of work all day, come home and drink all night. I didn't even see Dale during that period.

I didn't go anywhere.

Things had come to a head when I sat down in her lawyer's office, papers pushed at me. Sharon didn't try to take the house, or my truck, the boat and trailor. She did take half the bank account and a monthly check. I didn't even protest, I just signed.


I was sitting on my porch a few weeks later feeling sorry for myself, about half drunk when a car pulled up.

It was Dale.

She was thinner, her hair was different, flowing down over her ears. She had on a pretty one piece summer dress.

"Hi, Dan." She said, sitting down on the slider bench beside me.

"What's up?" I smiled back.

"I just wanted to see you. You have lost weight, you look good." She lied.

"You too." I took another pull on my beer.

Dale leaned forward and kissed me, that was all it took. It had been months, I was lost just that fast.

We ended up in my bed, her lighter body felt strange, different. The fantasy of Sharon on top of me, her tiny hips eagerly pressing down on me filled my mind. I took Dale but in my mind I was back, holding my Sharon again.

My eyes were damp as I orgasmed with her.

We lay side by side, my arm draped over her naked body, my hand fondling her breast.

"Oh, have you heard?" She asked.

"Heard what?"

"Gordon and Sharon. They hooked up, they are getting married next week."

It was like a shock went through me. MY Sharon?

With Gordon?

My Sharon?

I got up and went into the kitchen, pulled a beer from the fridge.

Tears were filling my eyes as I tipped the bottle back.