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The Unexpected

By: Just Plain Bob



It is the one memory that is burned so deep into my brain that I don't believe Alzheimer's could erase it. I wasn't supposed to be there. In fact, I wasn't supposed to be back for three days, which is probably why they were there. They were both naked and her large breasts (I found out later they were a 38D cup) were bouncing as she rode his cock. 

He was lying on his back on the couch and she had her hands on his shoulders, feet planted on the couch on either side of his hips and she was moving herself up and down on his cock. I stood in the doorway for almost a minute watching her puffy pussy lips fold in on her way down and open out as she went up before he saw me. The expression on his face got her attention and she glanced over and saw me. I saw her about to say something to me and then I saw her expression change and I knew what had just gone through her mind.

"What the hell, he's seen it, he knows and there isn't anything I can do about it now so why stop."

She looked back down at the man and started moving faster, as if spurred on by having an audience.

"Aren't you going to make him leave?" the man asked.

"Ignore him sweetie. Better yet, close your eyes and pretend it's my husband watching us."

"God, but you are such a slut."

"If I wasn't sweetie you wouldn't be here."

She looked over at me, winked and then got off the man and got down on the living room floor on her hands and knees. She grabbed a pillow off the couch and put her head down on it.

"From behind lover, take me from behind." The man got off the couch, moved behind her and grabbed her hips as he pushed his cock in. She grunted as he stroked into her and then she moaned and pushed her ass back at him.

"So good lover, so hard and so good. Fuck me hard lover, make me cum."

Without any conscious thought I had opened my pants and had taken out my cock and I was slowly stroking it as I watched. I looked down and saw her watching me. She smiled at me and winked at me again and I lost it and shot my load on the living room carpet.

"Naughty, naughty" she said, "Go in the kitchen and get a dish rag and clean it up before it stains the rug."

I went to the kitchen and got a wet dishrag and when I got back to the living room she was up on her hands and knees. Leaning on her left hand she extended her right and scooped up some of my cum on her forefinger and took it to her mouth. She looked me in the eye and grinned as she put the finger in her mouth and licked it clean.

"Not bad" she said, "Not bad at all. Go sit on the couch sweetie. I'll be done in a bit and then we can talk."

I sat down on the couch and watched the two of them fuck for another twenty minutes before the man pulled his deflated cock out of her. She turned around, licked his cock and balls clean and then told him he needed to get dressed and leave.

"But I was supposed to be able to spend the night."

"Things change baby. I have to do some damage control now and it will be better if you are not here. Go on baby, I'll call you later."

He grumbled, but he got up, got dressed and she walked him to the door. When he was gone she came back into the living room and stood in the doorway looking at me. Watching them had gotten me hard again and I was sitting on the couch stroking my cock with my right hand. I still had the wash rag in my left and she walked toward me with those 38s swaying and a streak of cum running down the inner thigh of her right leg. When she got to the couch she reached down and took the wash rag from me and wiped up the cum running down her leg and then she sat down next to me on the couch.

"Okay sweetie, what are we going to do about this?"

As she said that she pushed my hand away from my cock and replaced it with her own.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Obviously I don't want anyone to know about what happened here with Tim so what do I have to do to make sure that you keep the secret?"

I don't know where the courage came from, but I said, "I want what he was getting."

"Oh? Little Tommy wants to fuck his big sister? You want to put your cock" and she gave it a squeeze, "in your own sister? Don't you think that would be really, really naughty?"

I reached out and cupped one of her hanging breasts in my hand and said:

"I don't care if it is naughty or not. You are a married woman so what you were doing with Tim is naughty too."

"Naughty yes little brother, but not illegal, at least not to the extent that incest is."

For an answer I hunched my hips up at the hand holding my cock and she giggled.

"Oh you nasty little boy you. If I give you what you want it all stays a secret between you and me; what I was doing with Tim and what I do with you?"

"Yes" I moaned as she increased the speed of her hand.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise" I croaked out."

"I'm holding you to it little brother" and she lowered her head and took me in her mouth. It was too much for me and as her lips clamped around me I came and pumped what felt like buckets into her mouth. She kept her mouth on me until I was soft and then she took her mouth off me and giggled:

"You are one up on Tim little brother. He didn't get to cum in my mouth today. How quick can you recover baby? I had planned on fucking Tim all day and most of the night. I'm horny as hell and now he is gone."

Her hand reached for my cock and as she fondled it she said, "Maybe I can speed things up" and she lowered her head and started sucking on me again. I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes and imagined that what she was doing to me must be what Heaven was like.

It didn't take her long to get me standing tall and then she stopped sucking on me, stood up and said, "Come on baby brother, let's take this to the bedroom."

I got up from the couch and followed along behind her and that was the start of the most sexually satisfying year of my life.

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It all started when my dad got promoted and had to move to a different city to take charge of the factory there. I had just started my last year of high school and my mother convinced my dad that it wouldn't be fair to me to make me drop out of school, move and then have to do twelfth grade with a bunch of strangers in a new city. He agreed with her, but what to do with me?

That's when my sister Marlene stepped up and said that I could stay with her and her husband Jeff.

"He won't be any trouble and he can keep me company when Jeff is on the road."

Jeff was a long haul over the road truck driver and he was away maybe twenty days out of each month. I was a little surprised that Marlene had volunteered since we had never gotten along all that well, but then what brother does get along with an overbearing sister who is six years older than he is?

I figured out later that she did it as camouflage. Who would ever suspect that she was fucking other men while Jeff was gone if I was living with her? Hell, I lived with her for two months before I figured it out and I was right there while it was going on. Two months during which I was an unwitting co-conspirator. Jeff would leave on a seven or eight day run and his taillights wouldn't even be out of sight and Marlene would be going out the door.

"If Jeff calls tell him I'm next door at Marci's and take a message and tell him I'll call back, okay?"

Sometimes it was, "They are having a "Midnight Madness" sale at the mall so I might be late. If Jeff calls take a message and tell him I'll call him back as soon as I get home."

I didn't know any better so if Jeff called I just said what she told me to say. After the first six weeks I began to notice some things; things like her hair mussed or her blouse mis-buttoned when she got home. Once I saw a hickey on her neck that hadn't been there the day before and Jeff had been gone four days. I suspected, but I didn't know for sure and I suppose I never would have known for sure if I hadn't walked in on her and Tim.

It was a Friday and Jeff was two days gone on a nine day run. I was supposed to be spending the night at a friend's house and we were supposed to leave early Saturday morning for a weekend camp-out. A death in the family forced him to cancel and I went home and walked in on my sister and her lover of the moment. It was twenty-five years ago and it is still the most memorable night of my life.

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I watched Marlene's butt seductively wiggle as I followed her into her bedroom and once there she turned and started to undress me as she said:

"I'm going to fuck your eyes out baby brother. I'm going to make you a slave to my pussy. I'm going to make you want my pussy so bad that you would cut your tongue out before you would give me up."

As soon as she had my pants and briefs down to my knees she captured my cock with her mouth and sucked on it while she worked my pants, shoes and socks off of me. Then she pushed me back on the bed and swung herself over me.

"Feel how hot and wet my pussy is little brother?" she asked as she lowered herself down on me using her right hand to guide me in. She leaned forward and her 38Ds dangled in my face.

"Lick my nipples little brother, suck my tits" she said as she worked herself up and down on my cock.

I captured the right one with my mouth and started licking and sucking. "Yesssss" she hissed, "Bite the nipple baby, no need to be gentle with big sister. I'm a slut baby, you can treat me like one."

I'd already gotten off twice in an hour so I lasted a bit while Marlene rode me and talked dirty to me. She told me what she wanted me to do and she told me what she was going to do to me.

"Every night I'm going to send you to bed exhausted little brother and every morning I'm going to wake you up with a blow job. I'm going to jack you off, suck you off, fuck you with my pussy and my ass and make you my love slave. You won't ever want to move out baby; you won't ever want to get more than a mile away from my pussy. Does that turn you on baby, to know that you are going to be your big sister's fuck toy?"

When she said that I arched up, drove into her and painted her insides with the blast from my cock.

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She was lying next to me, fondling my cock and balls and she said:

"We should have started this sooner little brother. I wouldn't have had to leave the house and go looking. I would have gotten all the cock I needed and I always would have been here when Jeff called."

As if on cue the phone rang and Marlene reached over and got the cordless off of the bedside stand.

"Hello?"

"Oh hi baby, miss me?"

With one hand holding the phone to her ear and the other one playing with my cock she said:

"Just lying here in bed and thinking of you."

"Same as always baby, thinking of your hard cock and what we could be doing with it."

My cock was starting to rise and Marlene began stroking me.

"I can almost feel it in my hand baby. It was soft and pliable and I touched it with my fingers and it is starting to grow into a hard steel bar."

"Yes baby, oh yes. Are you where you can take your cock out?"

"Do it."

"Okay baby, feel my hand on it? Feel my fingers flutter over the head? Feel them wrap around you and slowly start to stroke?"

She shifted position on the bed until her mouth was only inches away from my dick.

"I can see the veins begin to pulse baby, I can feel you throbbing in my hand. I lower my head and I stick my tongue out and lick it" and as she said it she did it to me.

"I want to suck on it baby, but you tell me no, you say you are hot and ready to fuck me and you don't want to waste time on a blow job. You make me get in your favorite position" and with that she got on her hands and knees.

"You push a finger in my steaming pussy" and she motioned for me to do it. As I slid a finger into her sopping wet pussy I caught on to what was happening. I may have only been eighteen and a little on the naive side, but I understood that I was supposed to do was do what she described as she described it.

"You work the finger around and I moan and ask you to hurry up and fuck me, but you don't. You put another finger and then another in me and finger fuck me."

I did what she said and she moaned again.

"God baby, you have me so hot I'm going to set the bed sheets on fire if you don't use your hose to cool me down. "Please baby, please fuck me" I cry and you pull your fingers out and move behind me. You poke your cock at my pussy and I cry out as you slam your iron bar hard cock into me."

I pushed hard and slammed my cock into her and she cried out, "Oh God baby, it feels so fucking good. Fuck me lover, fuck me hard. Make me cum baby, make me cum."

I pounded my cock into her hot, steaming hole and bit my tongue to keep from making any noises that Jeff might hear. Marlene pushed back at me with each in stroke as she kept up the phone sex with her husband.

"Hard baby, push it deep. I want to feel it all the way up to my throat, drive it deep."

I was fucking her as hard as I could and sweat was dripping off of me. I wanted to shoot my load deep into her and I was trying hard to cum while she still had Jeff on the phone, but the dog position didn't seem to be giving me what I needed. I pulled out of Marlene and pushed her over onto her back. She grinned up at me and spread her legs wide as she hissed:

"Do it, do it baby, fuck me hard and make me cum."

I grabbed her legs and put them up on my shoulders and then I drove my cock back into her.

"Oh Jesus God baby, it feels so good. Push that hard cock into me; push it deep and fuck me hard. Make me cum baby, make me cum."

I felt her cunt muscles trying to grip me and I rammed her hard.

"OH god yes baby, like that, hard like that, oh god, oh god, oh god I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh sweet fucking Jesus yes, yes, YESSSSSSSSSS" she screamed as her body shook and trembled. Her cunt felt like it was trying to suck me in and I blew my load and then fell to the bed next to her.

She threw a leg over me and her hand found my deflated cock and she was fondling it as she said:

"That was good baby, that was real good."

"Of course I came; didn't you hear me scream?"

"No baby, I didn't use my fingers; they aren't long enough or hard enough. I had to use something long and hard" and she gave my cock a squeeze. "I used my hairbrush. Maybe you need to stop at one of those truck stops that has an adult bookstore close by and buy me a nice fat long hard dildo. If we do too much of this I'm afraid my hairbrush won't survive."

"Love you too baby, talk to you later, bye."

She tossed the phone down on the pillow and then slid down the bed so that her mouth was only inches away from my cock and she looked up at me and grinned.

"How about it little brother, think you will like being your big sister's fuck toy?"

My cock twitched and she giggled and then opened her mouth and took me in. 

The Unexpected



I'm 55 years old, married and straight. I have an active sex life with my husband so I don't even masturbate. I can't remember the last time I went solo. I've never felt a desire to experience sex with another woman. Until now.

A couple of weeks ago, my friend and neighbor Denise broke her leg in an accident. The break was bad and put her in a large cast covering much of her leg. Her mobility was greatly impacted. Last week her husband had to leave on a business trip that would keep away from home for 2 nights. I volunteered to spend both nights with Denise and help with cooking and anything else she needed while her husband was away and she remained essentially bedridden.

I made dinner for Denise and, after we finished, she encouraged me to mix a pitcher full of gin and tonic, so we could have some fun while watching a movie on her TV in her bedroom. Denise is about 45, a short, slender woman with short hair, a pretty face and a nice smile. As the evening wore on, the drinks flowed and we had a grand time, half talking, half watching what was on TV.

I could see Denise was getting rather drunk as her words began to slur and at one point, while we were watching a mildly R-rate movie, she made some loose remarks about sex. I was pretty high myself, but not nearly as drunk as Denise.

At the same time, I could see my friend was a bit uncomfortable. She kept wincing as she tried to move and the cast chafed on her thigh. Finally, in frustration, she gave up on watching and with my help rolled over on the bed, facing downwards. In a slurred but pleading voice, she asked if I would mind putting some lotion on her leg where the cast ended. 

I grabbed a bottle from her bedside table and began to rub the ointment on to her red and tender skin. My hand was only inches from her crotch, which was covered by her nightgown, but I kept massaging where the skin was chafed. Denise made murmurs of appreciation, her face buried in her pillow. But then she reached down and tugged up her nightie and asked me if I could massage a little higher. I found myself staring at the lower half of Denise's naked rear. Feeling somewhat uninhibited by the alcohol, I took a moment to admire her lovely looking skin, the dark curve of her fanny crack and imagined what lay between.

Slowly, I began massaging with the lotion, rubbing the uppermost part of her thigh, just below her left fanny cheek. Despite the liquor, I could feel my pulse pick up at the uncertainty of what was happening. It didn't take long to realize Denise was also feeling very uninhibited by the alcohol. Her occasional murmurs turned into soft moans of satisfaction. Slowly, Denise parted her legs a bit more and scooted down, pressing her warm vulva against my hand. 

I felt her wetness and knew immediately she was aroused. Much to my consternation, so was I. For a brief moment there was absolute silence in the room other than the sound of a ticking clock. I ran my fingers up and down the lips of her vagina, and felt her pea-sized clit. I touched it softly, trying not to over-stimulate the sensitive nub. Denise started to roll her hips, thrusting them back for more contact. I obliged by inserting my middle finger into her wet loveliness. Oh, I couldn't believe how excited I was becoming; to feel another woman so intimately and to feel her respond with such obvious sexual excitement. My head was spinning, literally and figuratively.

I moved my fingers in and out rhythmically and soon heard that familiar smacking sound as Denise grew wetter and wetter as she moaned louder and louder, even though her face was buried into her pillow. Despite my own increasing excitement, I concentrated on pleasing my friend and began thrusting 2 fingers in and out of her rapidly, replicating the rhythm of a man. Soon, I was slapping the base of my hand against her vulva and clit as I pumped her and brought Denise to the edge. And then I began to feel her lose control, as her muscle spasmed and as her hips shook and her fanny quivered.

Between the alcohol and my beating heart, I felt incredibly dizzy from what had just happened. I had just finger-fucked my neighbor and good friend to a gin-soaked orgasm! Somewhat embarrassed, I staggered to my feet and mumbled that I need to get to bed. Denise said something, but she was too inebriated to make sense. I was hoping everything would be forgotten when we woke up in the morning.

I got to the guest room, closed the door and stripped off my clothes as quickly as possible. I held the fingers that had just been in Denise's wet pussy under my nose, breathing in her sexual musk as I masturbated feverishly for the first time in years. I came with a thundering, thigh-shaking orgasm in about 60 seconds, but before it had even finished my last orgasmic convulsions I fell sound asleep, exhausted.

Hours later, I awoke, groggy, hearing Denise call my name. I had no idea what time it was, and was a bit shocked to find myself lying naked on my bed, until I remembered what had happened before falling asleep.

I threw on my nightgown and stumbled into Denise's bedroom. She was leaning over her bed, throwing up in to her trashcan. The poor girl had drank way too much and was now paying the price, gagging and retching. When she stopped, I kneeled down and wiped her face. She looked up at me and asked in a husky voice, if I would help her to the bathroom so she could pee.

We struggled down the hall and into the bathroom. A nightlight was on, so I didn't turn on the lights to avoid the harsh glare. With great difficulty, I eased Denise down on to the toilet seat and soon heard the gurgling sound of her pee splashing into the bowl. 

Denise was still quite drunk and I noticed some vomit had stained her nightgown. I quietly asked her if she wanted to change, and she nodded slowly. As Denise continued to pee, I reached down and lifted the gown off. I looked down and found myself looking at the rest of her body. Her breasts were modestly sized, but she had luscious nipples that, to my surprise, appeared erect. In that soft light, I thought she looked incredibly attractive.

I dropped the soiled gown on the floor and was about to go back to Denise's room to fetch a clean one, when she put out her arms and stopped me. Please don't go, she said, as her pee now splashed in little spurts. I didn't move any further and then realized that Denise hadn't taken her hands off my sides. The only sound was of her pee, now trickling into the bowl.

Slowly, Denise ran her hands up and down my outer thighs and then she tried to slide one hand inside my gown and onto my inner thigh. I looked down, my body shaking, and took in the strange view of Denise, sitting naked on the toilet, her legs splayed apart, one in a long cast. In the soft light, I could make out a dark, thick bush. In any other situation, I would be have been hard pressed to see the eroticism of the situation. But not now.

Denise's hands fumbled with my nightie as she tried to caress my vulva. Suddenly, I heard her whisper, take it off, please. It took me a moment to react, but when Denise started to lift the bottom of the nightie, I understood, and slowly removed it.

I was glad the light was dim. Unlike Denise's slender body, mine was rounder, plumper and older. My 38d tits sagged, my tummy bulged a bit and I had a bush as thick as hers. But the alcohol-laced lust had us both in a new frame of mind. Denise tugged me closer to where she was sitting on the potty. She leaned forward and began licking me. It was like a mild electric shock. Almost at the same time, she inserted her finger into my sopping opening. My knees buckled slightly, but I reached down to steady myself by holding Denise's head close. I could hear her licking and heard the sopping sound as her finger moved in and out like a slender phallus. This time, I really felt my climax, every earth shattering spasm of delight. It was so strong, so deep; I had felt nothing like it before. I knew why.

As I caught my breath, Denise tugged on me. Please come down, she said in a stronger voice. Your tits. I want to...feel them, she said.

I was now inches away from Denise, kneeling in front of her. She smelled of gin and a slightly sour scent that I figured must be from the vomit. She caressed my breasts and almost automatically, I did the same to hers. Her nipples were so hard, I couldn't help but to squeeze them, which made her moan with distinct pleasure. 

And then she began kissing me. Deep tonguing kisses that just melted me. My husband never kissed me like that. Nor did any of the men I had ever kissed in my entire life. I was in ecstasy. I kept one hand on her lovely nipples and with the other reached down and began to play with Denise's cunt. It was sopping like mine and her clit was swollen, no longer a pea but more like a pinky finger (at least it felt like one). She shuddered as I massaged her and as we kissed. In a minute or two I began to feel Denise sway, almost undulate, moans seeping out of her throat, despite the fact our lips were fastened together as we kissed each other torridly.

She moaned deeply, and for a split second, I feared she was going to be sick again, but instead, she started climaxing and as she did, spurts of urine shot from her urethra, splashing on my fingers which were jammed into her honey box. As she continued cumming, she sucked on my nipples and then bit them gently. 

Somehow, we both got up on our feet and staggered towards Denise's bedroom. We kept trying to kiss and fondle each other, but Denise's leg cast made the whole thing very clumsy. Eventually we made it. Denise lay down first and then I lay next to her. I remember kisses and more fingering and then the next thing I knew, Denise was asleep, even as I continued to kiss her and finger her. I couldn't stop. A door had been flung open and I was running through it. 

All I could think was that I would be with her for the next 24 hours. 

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The Unexpected



The first adult video I saw had no plot -- the scenario was "Delivery Man Basic." He was built like he lived in a gym, and she looked like Barbie. He was delivering water -- those large, heavy bottles -- to her well-appointed mansion, and about ten seconds after she opened the door to let him in they were rolling around on the floor. My encounters have never been like that, in any respect but one -- they've been unexpected, which in some ways have made them so much more satisfying, and so much more exciting. 

I had been separated for about a year, and was so busy working and trying to manage my newly unfolding life that I didn't have time to socialize. At first I had relished my freedom and re-found personal space, but as the months wore on I began to miss companionship, someone to share the day with, and yes, to share my bed with, too.

One evening, bored with the books and television and other amusements at hand I dropped into a chat room for the local area I lived in, something that quickly became a habit. After a while I began to recognize a group of regulars, who in turn came to know me. Our conversations covered all topics, from the day's news to what someone was planning for the weekend, and we eventually became friends in that easy way that's made possible by the anonymity of chat rooms.

Of all the regulars, I seemed to hit it off with Karen particularly well. Unlike many of the others, she could actually spell consistently and correctly, seemed to construct her sentences out of completed thoughts, and had a great sense humor -- all rarities in the online world. She was my age, give or take, and although married was clearly bored and looking for something more.

One Saturday afternoon we were chatting, and she asked me if I wanted to "see" something. It turned out she had bought herself a small webcam, and before the afternoon was over I indeed got to see her. She wouldn't show me her face, but I could tell she was on the heavy side with great curves, and when I typed out how much I loved her shape she squeezed her breasts between her arms and typed to me that she "liked a man who could appreciate her best assets."

I'd be lying if I didn't admit to being turned on. I kept her image in my mind's eye for the rest of the week and thought of her when I jerked off, wondering what it would be like to be with her. Apparently she liked it all as well, perhaps even more. She seemed to like the idea of turning me on, of being watched, and when we connected online the following week she went much farther. She showed me how to enable the audio connection, and as we talked to each other she took off her top, pinched her nipples hard, and then showed me a thick purple dildo that she said was her favorite toy. As I watched in amazement she swallowed up the toy inside of her, and I came with her as we both listened to each other and played with ourselves across the connection.

This soon became a standing appointment -- every Saturday her husband would go out, and we'd play. She was quite the technician, and gave me advice about purchasing my own webcam. She bought herself a pair of headphones, the better to work her toys, and we fell into a comfortable routine. One Saturday afternoon we were in the middle of it -- her toy plunging in and out, our encouragements to each other back and forth over the headphones -- when I suddenly saw some commotion on the screen behind her. I saw her swivel in her chair, heard static and voices, and then saw her pull off her headphones and put them down. I watched as she pulled her shirt closed across her bosom, but I could still hear even though she had taken off her headset, and I listened to the drama unfold.

It turned out that her husband's afternoon golf game fell thru. I never did get the details, but with her headset on her ears, her toy between her legs, and well, the distraction of it all, she didn't hear the car come in the garage, or the door, or much of anything at all.

They say there are no stupid questions, but we all know there are -- like, when he said to her "What are you doing!?" Let's see: she had a pair of headphones clamped on, her legs were spread on the desk with a camera pointed at her crotch, her nipples were sticking up like pencil erasers, she had a purple dildo in her hand, and on the monitor there was a small window with me in it and my nice hard cock looking right at the camera with its one eye.

I don't know all of what had gone on between the two of them up until then, but what happened next was fascinating -- I mean, I figured it was over, period. She snapped back at him, not mean or nasty, but matter of fact: "What do you think I'm doing?! I'm getting off with a friend." I'll spare you the blow-by-blow, as it were, but talk about the unexpected: he didn't fly into a rage. He didn't get angry, yell, or stomp out. Instead, almost meekly, he asked her if he could watch her! He then pulled up a chair, sat along side her, and we picked up right where we left off! She put her headphones back on, put a bit more lube on the toy, propped her legs back up o the desk, hissed into her mic "so would you fuck me with that cock of yours -- besides, it is so much bigger than his..." I could just make out his arm moving in and out of the camera frame, as if he were rubbing himself, and when she came she almost blew out my speakers she was so turned on.

The next couple of nights I missed her online, but then I got an email from her. She told me that her husband told her afterwards that he had never been more turned on in his whole life than when he was watching her perform for me -- and he wanted more. He thought the three of us should get together for drinks, and she had agreed with him.

After months of chatting with her, and our weekend shows, I knew what she liked, and where her fantasies resided. I told her I'd only meet the two of them if she wore a skirt, a garter belt, stockings, no panties, and a conservative blouse -- to all of which she readily agreed. I picked an old pseudo-English pub in the Valley, with dark paneling and dim lights, and we agreed to get together on Saturday early afternoon.

When I arrived I saw the two of them, in a booth against the wall. She looked stunning -- voluptuous, a lovely white blouse buttoned nearly to the top fitting snugly around her large breasts, and a printed skirt. He was sitting across from her, dressed in some sort of golf attire, looking a bit nervous.

I introduced myself as I slid onto the bench next to her, and I did so I kissed her on the cheek to start things off, to take the temperature, as it were. I ordered a drink, and another round for each of them as we made small talk. After the waitress set the drinks down and left I took the next step, and asked her if she had dressed for me as I had asked. To my surprise she simply said "why don't you see for yourself?"

The bar was dark and nearly empty, and we were in a booth against the wall. I reached my hand under the table and put it on her thigh, starting to gather the fabric of her skirt so I could feel her bare leg. Indeed, she was wearing stockings, and a garter belt. "Very nice" I told her, smiling." "But you should check the rest" she said. With that she reached under the table, put her hand on mine, and in one motion parted her thighs and put my hand on her pussy, no panties, just as I had requested, her curly hair and dampness enveloping my fingers -- as her husband watched from two feet across the table.

I let my fingers trace her lips, and as I did she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. I felt like I should somehow acknowledge her husband, and so as I rubbed her I simply said to him "your wife is sexier than hell, you know that?" She responded by opening her eyes and saying "He doesn't know what to do with me. Maybe you should show him." She suggested that we all go to a nearby motel, and indeed, while he paid for the drinks I walked her out to the parking lot. She got in my car and he followed. I caressed her as I drove, and within twenty minutes we were checked into the motel she had suggested, my fingers covered in her juices.

We got into the room and he immediately sat in a chair to watch us. I hardly noticed he was there because I was busy -- desperate, almost, with desire and longing for this woman who had excited me online for so long. I unbuttoned her blouse as we kissed, as she unbuckled my belt, and I managed to tug off her blouse just before she fell to her knees and took me in her mouth. I looked down and watched as she sucked me, her head bobbing up and down as she worked my shaft in and out of her warm, wet mouth, and I was torn between wanting to blow my load down her throat and on her face, and wanting to make this last as long as I could. I had to make her stop, just for a second, to catch my breath, so I pulled her up to me and kissed her, my scent on her lips, and as I kissed her I unbuttoned her skirt, which fell to the floor, hands alternating between cupping her large, gorgeous, heavy breasts, and her ample ass. I pushed her back on the bed and dove between her stocking-clad legs, reaching up to massage her nipples, licking her pouting lips up and down, flicking my tongue over her button, and making her writhe underneath me as I drank up her wetness.

She had always been vocal when she had performed online, and in person she was even more so. "Suck my pussy, fuck me with your tongue, oh god." And then she started talking to her husband, who was still sitting in his chair. "You see George, this is it, this is it, THIS is what I need, THIS is what I want. oh god yes..." I could tell she was about to come. I could feel her stomach muscles getting hard as she was tensing them, I could see that she had grabbed the sheets on her hand and was squeezing them into a ball, and then I felt her hands on the back of my head, mashing my face into her crotch so hard I thought my nose might fracture as she came and cried out over and again, her thighs clamping around my ears so that her cries became muffled.

My cock was still hard, from everything -- her sucking me, the excitement of it all, from rubbing against the bed, and I simply had to have her. I turned her over on her hands and knees, pulling the pillows under her so she could lean forward comfortably, and told her I was going to fuck her -- like I had told her so many times before, except now it was my cock instead of her toy about to penetrate her. I rubbed the tip up and down her lips, and she tried to push back against it, to put me inside of her, and I wanted to tease her, tease us both for a few moments. I could see her husband with his pants down, stroking his cock as he watched me about to fuck his wife right in front of him, and she cried out to him again, "watch this George, watch how much I turn him on, watch him fuck me..."

George lost it right there, and shot his load all over his shorts and legs, and with that I plunged into her, driving her forward into the pillows, until I was fitted perfectly against her big soft ass. She was soaking wet and ready, and while she was moaning loudly I knew it was purely from sheer pleasure. "I this what you want?" I asked her. I couldn't hold back any longer, and started to drive into her over and over again, as hard as I could, as if every bit of desire I had felt for her over the months, from every time I had seen her, was pushing me deeper into her. I felt myself getting closer and closer, and she could tell, too, lifting her face from the pillows to tell me that she wanted me to come inside, and when I did, hot and urgent and copious, I felt as if my very essence would bind us together, not just for the months to come, for as long as we were together, but forever as I burned that moment into my memory, the sounds, the sights, the smells, the feelings that I wanted to keep. She drained me, totally. I fell forward and pushed her down, and lay there curled against her sweet plump ass, my hands around her stomach, and I kissed the back of her neck as I caught my breath, my heart pounding as if I had just run five miles.

And indeed that was just the start. We regrouped for more that afternoon, and in the months to come we met again, all three of us, and it all unfolded in ways that were truly, delightfully, and erotically unexpected.



The Unexpected



"Chase! There's a phone call for you in the office." A gruff looking commander yelled out during the middle of a training session. A short slender woman with fatigues that were completely soaked from the rain and mud broke formation and quickly hauled butt over to the closest office. She was handed a phone receiver without any further explanation to identify the caller.

"Madison Chase?" a man on the other end of the line asked.

"Yes, this is she." the muddy woman responded.

"This is Doctor Adams from Washington Memorial Hospital. I regret to inform you that earlier today your mother, Marilyn Michaels, passed away."

Slam. A fist hit the table as her heart broke inside her chest. Madison fought back the urge to cry. Her mother was her only known family and was her closest friend. Before joining the U.S. Navy, she spent hours with her mom just hanging out and talking. 

Madison had been raised by Marilyn who was a single parent. They did not have much but Madison always had everything she needed. Marilyn made it a priority to surround her daughter with love and support regardless of anything else going on in her life.

"Hello? Are you still there?" Dr Adams called out.

"Um, yes sir. I am still here." Madison said trying to regain her inner strength. "Wh...what happened?" she asked hesitantly.

"All I can tell you is that she was dead on arrival when the ambulance reached her residence. There are some documents that need to be signed and we were told that you are her next of kin. When can you come in to finalize the paperwork?" the doctor asked coldly.

"Um, I'm not sure doctor. I am in Colorado at a Naval training base." Madison answered as her brain tried to figure out what she had to do to request a leave of absence. It might be better for her to stay here and keep busy rather than having time for her emotions to smother her. "I need to talk with my C.O. Can I get a number to call for the appropriate contact when I have more information?"

The doctor rattled off a phone number and told her that it would be better if the matter was dealt with sooner rather than later. He also mentioned that there were detectives there wanting to talk with her. He proceeded in providing her the contact information for them as well.

Madison hung up the phone in complete shock. Her mother was healthy. She was vibrant and active and young in comparison to other friends' parents. What in the world happened to her? I just spoke with her last week and she sounded great. She was gardening and making plans with her bridge group. 

After standing and staring at the phone for a few moments, Madison slowly walked over to the C.O.'s office and knocked on the door. He gave her permission to enter. As soon as he saw her face, he knew there was something wrong. He asked her to sit and gave her permission to speak freely.

"Sir, I was just told that my mother has. . . um, well, she has died, sir." Madison choked out still fighting back the tears that desperately tried to fall.

The C.O. said nothing but kept looking at Madison. He had four sons, but always felt that if he had a daughter she would be like Madison. She was brave and tough and would never give up at anything. Being in the Navy meant that emotions were a sign of weakness, but Madison had always been able to show just the right amount appropriate for the situation. The men and women on her team had confidence in Madison as their leader and considered her their friend as well. It was a hard balance to maintain. 

Today was the first day the C.O. saw Madison struggle with her emotions. He could tell that she wanted to break down and cry but that she was fighting it with everything she had. He admired her strength and courage.

"How much time do you need?" the C.O. finally asked.

Madison looked up at him silently trying to decide what she wanted to do in terms of staying or going. "Sir, the policy is for two weeks bereavement leave. I don't think I need that much time, probably just a few days."

The man in his crisp uniform sitting across the wide oak desk nodded back at Madison. "Take the time you need. I'll submit the forms. You can leave immediately." Madison started to rise and then realized he had not dismissed her. "Madison, I am sorry for your loss. Please let me know if there is anything I can do during this difficult time."

They looked at each other briefly before the C.O. dismissed Madison. She turned from his office and went straight to the barracks. There were so many calls and decisions to make. Her first priority was airline tickets and then she needed to pack.

Roughly thirty-six hours later, a taxi was pulling up to the home where Madison grew up. It looked the same as when she last saw it four years ago. It was a small three bedroom cape-code style house that had faded yellow siding and flowers along the straight sideway leading to the bright red front door.

After jiggling the small metal key, the lock finally clicked to release as Madison opened the door. She half expected her mom to come bounding down the stairs with open arms. Madison always teased her mom saying that she hugged too tight. Marilyn response was that mothers have to hold their children tightly so that they can cover them with love and prayers. It used to make Madison roll her eyes, but just the thought made her now want to cry. Every painful reminder of her mother just kept hitting her heart and nearly taking her breath away.

Madison walked through the house and headed toward the room that had been her bedroom growing up. She gently placed her single bag on the bed. Everything looked the same, as if she never left. There was no dust and the windows were crystal clear. The bedding even smelled freshly laundered.

The phone suddenly rang startling Madison. She grabbed the handset on her nightstand and answered. Madison panicked briefly as she wasn't sure how to answer the phone. It technically was no longer her home. She had a different last name from her mom. Should she answer it as Michaels residence or Chase residence or Marilyn's home or what? She finally settled with a simple "Hello?"

"Yes, this is Fred Gentry and I am looking for a Miss Madison Chase?" a masculine voice with a southern accent poured out.

"This is Madison."

"Miss Chase. I am a lawyer that was hired by the late Marilyn Michaels to set up her last will and testament. I have been informed that she passed two days ago and I need to make an appointment for the will reading. Will you be available tomorrow around noon?"

"Um, yes sir. Tomorrow at noon will be fine." Madison answered stoically. "Where is the reading to be held?"

"If you have no objections, I would like to come to the residence Ms Michaels owns. I assume that is where you are currently staying, is it not?" he responded.

"Yes sir. I am here. I will see you tomorrow then. Thank you." Madison said before clicking the receiver back down. Wow, they certainly don't waste any time do they?

Madison decided that she needed to treat this like she would any Navy mission. She made a mental note of the people she needed to contact and the list of questions she had to get answered. Then she began making phone calls. Since there was no known extended family, she had no one to call and update. She did phone a few of Marilyn's closest friends and asked them to call anyone else who may need to know. Madison also left messages with the hospital administration office and the detectives. She contacted the local paper for the obituary and the social security office to get the forms needed. Apparently she needed a death certificate before she could do too much in terms of cancelling subscriptions and insurance and such.

A yawn escaped reminding Madison that she had barely slept since receiving the tragic news. She decided to curl up on her bed and sleep. 

During the official reading of the will, Mr. Gentry, the lawyer, hands Madison a large envelope that containing a few photos, a smaller sealed envelope and a long hand written letter. The letter reminds Madison that her mother loved her very much. It also identifies her father. There is a plea from her mother that is anything happens to her, that she wants Madison to seek out her father and give him the sealed letter. Madison vows to fulfill her mother's last request.

She discovers that her biological father lives and works inside a large campus - Logan Square. He apparently has a very secretive life and does not often deal with the public directly, although he does have a well known reputation. 

Logan Square is a privately owned area of land that has three sides surrounded by woodland and one side surrounded by water. It is like a private gated community that runs almost as a completely independent town. There is housing and a marketplace and business units. The public is not allowed but visitors are often hosted in one of the two large business units near the entrance that are both several stories high and look like the common mini sky rise. The center of the campus hosts a large plantation like building that houses the community leaders. There are several smaller housing units spread throughout the campus both around the center home and in the wooded areas.

Several phone calls later, Madison has been continuously denied an appointment with Mr. Chase. It is awkward when the person on the phone asks her why she is seeking a meeting with man. She doesn't want to tell just anyone the purpose for her visit since it is personal and she would rather be the one to tell this man that there is a good chance he is her father. She decides that she will have to resort to other tactics. 

Using her Navy EOD training, Madison sneaks onto the campus and successfully makes it to the main office without being discovered. She arrives at a private office and requests a meeting with Mr. Chase. The male assistant sitting at a desk outside the office glares at her and asks if she has an appointment. When Madison admits that she does not have an appointment, the man tells her that she must leave. 

Madison turns to leave, but then forces her way past the man and opens the office door. There is a large slightly grey haired man behind a behemoth wooden desk. Four other large men whom appear to be about the same age are sitting on the opposite side. All five men look up at Madison surprised at the interruption. Madison apologizes for intruding but insists she must meet with Mr. Chase for just a few minutes. She says that her mother, Marilyn Michaels, told her it was important. Upon hearing the name, Mr. Chase has a look of shock which he quickly recovers. He tells Madison that if she gives them a few minutes to finish that he will join her shortly. Madison nods and retreats, closing the door behind her. She sits in the waiting area ignoring the angry stares she is getting from the assistant that she bypassed.

After about fifteen minutes, the office door opens and the five large men walk out. Mr. Chase follows them and invites Madison back into his office. Once she walks in, he closes the door behind her and proceeds to his desk. Madison again apologizes for barging in uninvited. Mr. Chase asks her how she gained entry to the campus and the building. He seems impressed when Madison vaguely explains that she walked in unnoticed. Changing topics, she goes on to explain that her mother, Marilyn, passed away a week ago and her last request was that Madison seek out Mr. Chase. Madison has reason to believe that Mr. Chase is her biological father. The whole time Madison is talking she notices that a variety of emotions pass across the man's face. She hands him the sealed letter and explains that her mother left it for him. Madison waits while Mr. Chase reads the lengthy note. Once he is finished, he looks up at Madison curiously. 

Mr. Chase admits to Madison that he was deeply in love with her mother and was crushed when she suddenly left without any explanation. He said that he spent quite a bit of time and money trying to find her but was never successful in finding any trace of her. Marilyn never mentioned to him that she was pregnant before she left. 

The man is broken hearted and saddened to hear that Marilyn has passed and that he will never again be with the love of his life. He is however, ecstatic to find out he has a biological daughter. He explains to Madison that he is happy she sought him out and he would like nothing more than the opportunity to get to know her better. He always wanted to have a family and now he does. Plus, Madison looks like the spitting image of her mother, and Mr. Chase jokes how she was fortunate not to inherit his looks.

After chatting with Mr. Chase for just a little while, Madison is able to relax. She was not sure if she would be met with rejection or disbelief. It's probably not uncommon for a wealthy man to have several individuals claim to be an heir. Since her announcement, this man has not once asked her to prove her allegation.

"Sir?" Madison asks. "I don't want you to think that I showed up here after all this time just to try and claim rights to your fortune or anything. I would be more than happy to take a paternity test. The only reason I am here is to complete the last task my mom asked of me. I hope she explained that in her letter. I have a letter from her as well if you want to read it." Madison reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope that was folded in half.

Mr. Chase shook his head. "Please, Madison, call me Charles. And when you feel more comfortable, I would be honored if you would call me Dad or Father." He paused to watch her expression, which never changed. "I trusted your mother with all my heart. I know that you are my daughter. There is no question in my mind about that. There may be others who are not as convinced as I am, but that is their problem."

They continue talking about her childhood and upbringing. Places that she lived and things she liked to do. Madison admits that her mom had to bribe her to do well in school by telling her that she would buy her a car as soon as she was of legal age to drive as long as Madison got straight A's all through school. Her first car turned out to be a brand new Camaro that was Battleship Gray. It is still sitting covered up in her mom's garage. 

Charles could not learn enough about this beautiful young lady that was his flesh and blood. He finds out that Madison is currently doing her second tour in the Navy. While women are not yet allowed to become Navy Seals, Madison has worked her way onto the Explosive Ordinance Disposal team (EOD). Her job is very dangerous, but she loves every minute of it. 

Talking about her current career made Charles wonder what Madison was planning on doing now that her mom is gone and she learned about him. He has never been one to by shy, so he asks her about what she is going to be doing in the near future. She admits that she has no clue. The Navy allows two weeks for bereavement. After that she has two more months in her tour before she has to sign on for more time or retire from the Navy. Before hearing about her mom, she had plan on staying for another tour with the Navy. Now, her priorities seem jumbled. She is going to take the time she has to think about what she really wants. Charles asks if she would consider staying on the campus so that they can continue to get to know each other. Madison readily accepts.

Charles tells her that he will make arrangements to get her setup with a room and all the security information she will need to get on the campus without having to be sneaky. He has more meetings planned today, but would like for his top man to show her around the campus and introduce her to some of the other members.

Before he proceeds, Charles admits to Madison that there is something critical that he needs to explain to her. Logan Square is a community for a certain type of person. He warns her that what he is about to tell her is highly confidential and that she needs to keep it within the confines of the campus. Charles also warns that what is about to tell her may scare her and that he hopes she would trust him as her mother did and not flee. Madison nods obediently, having been trusted with government secretes for years.

He starts by telling her the history of a people who had a special ability to change their physical form in order to hunt for food that was needed to survive. Finally deciding to just come out and say it, Charles tells Madison that he is a werewolf. As he speaks he carefully watches Madison's reaction trying to prepare for the worse possible reaction. He doesn't want to lose the daughter he just recently learned he had.

Madison sits silently just digesting what she has heard. The time seems to tick by so slowly for Charles as he wants her to say something. She opens her mouth but quickly closes it. He can tell she is thinking. 

"Um, you're a werewolf. What does that mean exactly?" she asks calmly.

"It means that me, and all the people who live on this campus, can shift into a different form, the form of a wolf. I am sure you heard stories and watched movies. Some of it is true, but most of it is Hollywood's version of entertainment. We are all allergic to silver. We don't have to change for the full moon although we typically feel a desire to change during that time. Like humans, we don't condone killing people but there are always those who are bad or rogue. We have our own governing body and legislation that we are to follow. Anyone that breaks the laws gets hunted and punished accordingly."

"Will you show me?" Madison asks, not quite sure she is really prepared for this. She has encountered some unfathomable things in the last eight or so years, but this has to be one of the biggest surprises.

"I will." Charles replies solemnly. He is surprised as the calmness with which Madison is approaching this information. It is going much better than he expected.

Standing behind his desk for some coverage, Charles removes his clothing. He explains to Madison that wolves are not shy about their physical forms, but he understands that she is probably quite uncomfortable. Madison hears a crunching sound that reminds her of the noise her bones make when they break. Charles does not appear to be in pain as she sees him drop to the floor. She blinks and then there is a huge gray wolf standing in the office where Charles has been. She gasps but then recovers realizing she is responding like a child and not a trained professional.

The wolf walks around the desk and approaches Madison with caution. She is looking at him critically taking in his form. He is definitely larger than the other wolves she has seen before at the zoo. His paws are as big as the palm of her hand and his muzzle is longer than her forearm. The wolf opens his mouth panting and she sees his large canines. 

Surprisingly, Madison does not feel afraid of this creature. She sees Charles eyes looking back at her from within the wolf. Slowly, she reaches out her hand and touches the wolf on the top of his head. He pushes into her hand and she deepens her grip in the soft thick fur.

"Wow, this is kinda cool." She finally gushes. "Can you understand me?" 

The wolf nods.

"Does it hurt to change?" she asks.

The wolf shakes his head then walks back around behind the desk. 

More crunching and then Charles stands up and redresses. Madison is still sitting and watching Charles carefully. She waits until he sits back in his chair before speaking.

"Um, that was very interesting. Thank you for being so honest with me. I am sure that was not easy for you." She says graciously.

"I am grateful that you did not run away screaming. Being a wolf is as much a part of my life as breathing. It is not something I would ever keep from you. In fact, secrets are not my thing. I may have to keep certain things private for the protection of my pack, but please know that I will not hesitate to tell you anything you want to know. I would like it very much if there were no secrets between us. Trust is something that is earned and comes with time. I hope by me showing you my biggest secret that you will come to trust me."




The Unexpected



"I will not tell anyone. You can trust me." Madison says confidently. "I do have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"If half my blood is from you, then should I expect to wake up one day as a wolf? I don't exactly know how all that works."

Charles laughs. "My dear, I am not sure why you have not shifted. Typically, one can shift the first full moon after you turn thirteen. I take it nothing like that happened." Madison shakes her head. "Then I think it is safe to say that you will never shift. It is a dominant trait, so you are a rare treasure. As for you not knowing how things work, if you are interested, we have several books in our library here that contains the history of our people and other related information. You are more than welcome to anything here. Or if you prefer, we can discuss your questions at your pace."

"Thank you. I think I would like to read more about this and then if I have any questions, I can ask the expert." Madison smiles.

"Ok then. You let me know if anything pops up. As for now, I need to get back to my schedule. Let me introduce you to Aaron." 

Charles opens his office door and escorts Madison out. In the waiting area, standing next to the angry assistant is a man dressed in a plain black suit with a white button up shirt. The top button is open as he is not wearing a tie. He is just as tall as Charles, a good six foot something, and looks like he could crush Arnold Swartzenegger. 

"Aaron, this is my daughter Madison." Charles says as Madison extends her hand.

Aaron shakes her hand but clearly has a shocked expression.

"I just found out about her, well about an hour ago." Charles says as he looks at his watch. "She is going to be staying with us for a couple of weeks. I have ordered her room to be prepared, but would like for you to show her around the campus. I still have a few more meetings that I must attend, but then I will find you both. Oh, and please introduce her to the betas." 

Charles turns to look at Madison "This is Aaron, my highest ranking beta. I'll explain all that to you later this afternoon. His bite is worse than his bark, but he will take good care of you. Are you comfortable with this?" 

Madison nods and watches as Charles returns to his office and closes the door. Both Aaron and the angry assistant are staring at her. No one says a word.

"No I am not a wolf. At least I know I have never shifted before. And no, I did not know anything about Charles before a week ago." Madison says to try and break the uncomfortable silence.

"Well Madison, this here is Will and he is your father's personal assistant." Will nods at her but does not move to initiate a handshake. "If you're ready, I will show you around."

Aaron seems a tad hostile but he never says anything inappropriate. His face holds no smile. In fact, there isn't much of an expression at all. His speaks very monotone and offers no emotions. Conversing with a wall might be more enjoyable Madison thinks to herself.

They arrive at an office with glass doors that say "Public Affairs", Madison is glad to finally see some people besides her and Aaron. All eyes are on them as they walk through the room and head to a smaller office toward the back. Aaron walks right into someone's office without knocking or pausing. The person was on the phone but as soon as he sees Aaron, he ends his call. 

The man is introduced as Roman, Rome for short, and he is apparently the second beta. Since Charles has yet to explain what that means, Madison assumes that is an elite title. She smiles and shakes his offered hand respectfully.

Rome has dark hair and eyes. He has an olive complexion and is a little shorter in structure than Aaron. What he lacks in height he more than makes up for in muscle. He is literally the widest person Madison had ever seen and it is muscle, not fat. 

They barely greet one another when Aaron is already shuffling Madison out the door. Madison is following Aaron around like a lost puppy. He doesn't stop or turn back to make sure she is still with him. And he walks at a pretty quick pace. That seems rude to her, but she dismisses it as part of her well-mannered upbringing.

They leave the building and spend the next hour walking through the second main building before venturing into other parts of the campus. It would probably take days to cover the whole campus or to even meet everyone. 

When they arrive back at the entrance of the second building, Charles is waiting. Madison is glad to see him after spending time with the cold Aaron. A second glance at Charles makes Madison think that he might be upset with her about something.

"Charles, are you upset with me about something?" she asks directly as she is not one to beat around the bush.

"No my dear, I could never be upset with you." Charles says and he reaches over to hug her. It was their first physical contact, yet it seemed so natural for them both. "I am angry however at someone else." Charles says as he glares at Aaron.

Madison can sense the immediate tension between the two men towering over her. The men continue staring without saying a word but as she watches them, she starts to think they might be communicating. Both their expressions change subtly in relation to one another.

"Are you two having a conversation while I am standing here?" Madison says rather loudly, drawing the men's attention. "Because that is very rude if you are."

Charles smiles at Madison proudly. "You are certainly like your mother. She was stickler for good manners. She always said that one may not have everything good in life, but they can always have good manners."

"Alpha, I still think that we should run the test." Aaron finally speaks. 

Charles growls as he turns his face toward Aaron. Madison jumps as the animal sound and see that her father's eyes have now changed to an eerie yellow. His nostrils are flaring and his is clenching his hands.

Aaron bows his head and then turns it, fully exposing his neck. He waits for Charles to react as does Madison. She really does not know anything about Charles so she is hoping that he is not temperamental and moody. Maybe it's a wolf thing.

When Madison can no longer stand the silence, she says, "I take it you want me to have a paternity test." This elicits more growls from Charles.

"Yes. No offense to you, but my job is to protect the alpha. While you may not be a physical threat, you could still cause damage. I must insist on validating your ancestry." Aaron speaks boldly. 

He turns to Charles "It won't cause her pain and it might explain why she did not shift. This doesn't have to be a bad thing."

Before Charles can respond, Madison does. "Fine. Let's go. I already told Charles that I would take any test he wanted. I am not here to lay claim as an heir. I just want to meet my family. He is all that I have left." 

Charles puts his arm around Madison. His deep baritone voice startles her. "Beta, you should know better. Do you wish to challenge me? Because right now you are clearly going against my direct order."

"Please Charles," Madison says as she puts a hand on his chest. "I understand his concern. He cares about you. That is a good characteristic. Let's just go get this done and over with and we can get on with our lives. Aaron is not the first and he won't be the last. We can put an end to all the doubt."

Covering her tiny hand with his larger one, Charles smiles looking down at Madison. "As you wish my child."

Aaron is shocked that this small woman was able to keep his alpha from punishing his disobedience. He had been prepared for a beating. Never has his alpha ever backed down nor has he ever looked so happy. Hoping that Madison was telling the truth, Aaron leads the group over to the infirmary. 

Doc York shuffles around exam room one preparing for the blood test his alpha requested. He has not worked on a human since his school days, so he is somewhat excited. There is not much difference. In fact the biggest difference is the rate at which wolves heal. 

The pretty woman sitting on his exam table does not look even remotely like the alpha, at least in the doctor's opinion. He never met her mother, who is actually a legend these days. Most of the people living on the campus were not around to see their alpha in love. There are pictures of her in his office and he has mentioned her many times, yet very few of the pack have ever seen the big man's softer side.

Drawing the blood takes no time at all. The doctor promises that he will have the results by tomorrow. Charles orders Doc to let him know immediately and only him. He is not to tell anyone else the results. In fact, he prefers that the results are given to him sealed where even the doctor does not see them first.

After dismissing Aaron, Charles escorts Madison outside where a shiny black Rolls Royce is sitting. He asks her if she needs to get anything from a hotel. She shakes her head and tells him that she really didn't bring anything with her. She travels light and only came with the pack on her back. 

They both get in the Rolls as Charles says they will go to his living quarters. He explains that since he is the alpha of the pack, his home is the original house from back when the property was a farm. Madison admits to having done some research of Logan Square because she needed the intel before she arrived. 

The car comes to a stop in front of huge house. Madison knew what it looked like from published photos, yet it seemed so much bigger in person. She was too busy gawking to notice Charles leaning against the car watching her. He was just enjoying seeing all her emotions and reactions. She reminded him so much of Marilyn.

They walked through several rooms of the house with Charles pointing out various items of interest (things like the Wii, fountain drink area, best seat for watching movies etc.). Madison tried to take it all in. There was so much happening all at once. She was meeting a ton of new people which she knew she'd never be able to remember all of their names. She was being shown all the various places and rooms that would require GPS coordinates to find again.

Just when she thought the shock from the extravagance had worn off, Charles showed Madison her room. It was probably bigger than her mom's whole house. There were cathedral ceilings, hardwood floors and two sets of glass doors that more than likely opened up to balconies. She had her own bathroom with a ginormous whirlpool bathtub. The walk-in closets were to die for being very roomy with built in organizers. Even the bed was bigger than normal.

"Dang! This is your guest room?" Madison asked as she continued to look around the room.

"No sweetheart, this is your room. It was intended for the alpha's child or children, so here you go. It will be yours as long as I am alpha, which will be a very long time." Charles chuckled.

"Wow. This room is spectacular. Thank you for letting me stay here. I'm going to be so spoiled and it will be hard to go back sleeping on the dirt under any tree or bush I can find." Madison said.

"I hope that I can spoil you for a long time to come." Charles admitted proudly. "I have waited a long time to be able to share all the luxuries acquired from many years of work." 

Madison tried to stifle a yawn, but it was obvious to Charles that his daughter was tired. Pointing out the phone and giving her instructions on how to contact someone should she need anything, Charles hugged his daughter and squeezed her tightly. He wished her sweet dreams and left her for the evening. 

The first thing Madison did when she was alone was to run and jump on the bed. She fell on her back laughing. Charles seemed like a genuinely nice man and he was already comfortable expressing his feelings about her. It was nice to have family.



The Unexpected



Traci stretched. It had been a long tiring day and her back and head hurt from concentrating. The slight buzz of the florescent light only seemed to make her headache worse. The good news was that she was done. She felt like she'd been working this case forever, but now it was over. She just had to load the final report into the ECM system. She pressed the button. Done. Really done now.

"Hey Traci, you want to join us at the bar?" Ethan was peering at her over the top of her cubical. She had a kind of a thing for Ethan. There was something adorable about his messy, dirty blond hair. Any other night she would have been excited to have him ask. 

"I'd love to, but I'm just too tired and my headaches."

"No worries," Ethan said, "Maybe next time."

"Yeah, maybe next time."

"Come on guys, Traci's not coming."

She listened as the last of the team left the office. Then she slowly packed her bag with some work she thought she might get to over the weekend and followed them out. It was cold and almost dark. She glanced at her phone, 4:30. She'd gotten out early. That was a first. She thought about turning around and heading for the bar, it seemed like such a waste not to go celebrate on a Friday night. But her head was throbbing and there was that sharp pain between her shoulder blades.

She stood at the bus stop imagining a hot bath and a shot of bourbon followed by bed and a long sleep. The bus arrived and she climbed on. There were no open seats so she was forced to stand. She kept trying to stretch her back to relieve the pain, but it didn't really help. What she needed was someone to rub her neck, a nice massage. 

The thought of a massage reminded her that her friend Kayla had given her a gift certificate to a massage place in her neighborhood. That was like six months ago. She hadn't given it much thought, that wasn't her sort of thing. Where had she put it? She thought back. They'd been at a restaurant. She probably just folded it up and stuck it in her purse. She looped one arm around the poll she was holding and fished her purse out of her bag. She leafed through a few twenties and some old receipts until she came to a thick folded piece of paper. She opened it: Oonah's Massage Therapy. It was only two blocks from her apartment, and on her way home. She'd noticed it once, an unassuming door with a sign over it. 

The bus reached her stop. Hurriedly she put her purse away, and still holding the gift certificate, followed the stream of people out onto the pavement. She walked quickly up the street until she reached the sign for Oonah's. The door led to a flight of stairs and a door at the top with another sign. Inside she found herself in a well-lit waiting room lined with empty chairs and a reception desk at one end. The room smelled good, like Eucalyptus or something. She couldn't quite place it. She closed the door and stood with her back to it. Now that she was here she wasn't sure she could go through with it. What if they wanted her to be naked? What if the therapist was a man?

"Can I help you?" 

Traci looked up, the middle-aged receptionist was looking at her from behind her desk.

"IÉuhÉI was looking to get a massage," Traci said.

A young dark haired woman wearing a white coat came out from a door behind the receptionist and put something into a filing cabinet. 

"You got an appointment, hon?" the receptionist asked looking at her computer. 

"UhÉno. Do I need one?" Traci felt sort of stupid. Here she was on a Friday evening thinking she could just waltz in and get a massage. "Look, forget it. I'll call and make an appointment for next week."

"You want to set something up now?"

"Oh no," Traci was already backing toward the door. "I need to check my schedule."

"I can take you right now." It was the dark haired girl. 

Traci stopped. "No, no, you don't have to. It was silly of me to think I could come in without an appointment."

"No, it's fine," the girl said.

"It's Friday," Traci said. She'd felt almost relieved when the receptionist had said she'd need an appointment. 

"I've got time."

Traci looked at the receptionist. 

"Shelly's really good," the woman said.

Traci looked at Shelly again. She was small, maybe five-five and 120 pounds, with a bright infectious smile. "If you're sure."

"Of course I'm sure.

"Um, o.k.," Traci said. 

"I'll close up when I'm done Fran," Shelly said to the receptionist. Then turning back to Traci, she said, "Follow me."

A bit reluctantly, Traci followed her through a door, out of the waiting room and down a hall.

"Here's the changing room," Shelly said, opening a door off the hall. "Take everything off. You'll find a pair of cotton panties in the armoire and a robe. Put those on and then come across the hall."

"So just the panties?"

"Yeah, it makes for a better massage if I can oil you up and not have worry about your clothes. Don't worry, I'll cover you with a towel."

Traci nodded. Shelly smiled her infectious smile and closed the door. Alone in the changing room, Traci wished she'd never come; it was almost as bad as she'd imagined. At least Shelly wasn't a man. 

Traci removed her shoes and rubbed her feet, she hadn't realized how much her heels had been hurting her. Then she slowly stripped off her clothes. When she was naked she paused and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She didn't have a bad body. Her breasts were too small, or a least smaller than she imagined most men would like. But they were high and well shaped. She thought her hips were a little too wide, but she was toned, not muscular, but toned. She looked in the armoire and found a stack of clean cotton panties and pulled a pair on. They were a bit snug, but not uncomfortable. There were several thick, white robes. She selected one, and taking a deep breath, opened the door and crossed the hall. 

The room was dimly lit, warm and humid. Music was playing quietly in the background, something Asian and lilting. The room smelled strong of eucalyptus. There was a table in the middle.

"All set?" Shelly said. She was lying out some jars and things on a counter on the other side of the room.

"Yes."

"Good. Let's get that robe off."

Traci stood frozen.

"Don't worry, you can put this towel around you," Shelly said soothingly.

"Sorry, I'm not really a prude or anything," Traci said.

"Don't worry, it's perfectly normal. A lot of my clients are a bit shy at first. We've got such antiquated views about nudity in this country. You probably grew up thinking that nudity was bad."

Traci nodded. Now that she thought about it, she'd never seen her dad or brothers naked. Not that she could remember at least. In fact she hadn't seen a man fully naked until college. It wasn't that she hadn't had sex before that; it was just that it had always been fumbley, half-clothed sex.

Shelly had moved behind her and taken hold of the robe. Reluctantly, Traci let her slip it off, but she covered her breasts immediately.

"Here's a towel, you can wrap that around you."

Traci took the towel and wrapped it tightly around her chest. 

"Ok, hop up on the table."

Traci slid more than hopped. 

"So you're back is bothering you. Right between the shoulder blades, right?" Shelly asked.

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"I could tell by the way you were holding yourself," Shelly said. "You've been sitting at a computer all day haven't you?"

"For months."

"What else?"

"What else hurts?"

"Yeah."

"I have a terrible headache," Traci said. She found she was beginning to relax. The warmth of the room and Shelly's straightforward manner helped. "And my feet."

"Those heels will kill you," Shelly said, with a smile.

"Part of the uniform," Traci said.

"Have you ever had acupressure?" Shelly asked.

"Is that like acupuncture?"

"Yeah, same idea but without the needles."

"Does it hurt?" 

"No, no pain. I'll just press on some spots for a few minutes. Actually, acupuncture doesn't hurt either."

"Really?"

"No, I go about once a week. I always feel relaxed and a bit euphoric afterwards. Sort of like after a really good orgasm."

Traci was a bit shocked by this. But it also made her wondered if she'd ever had a really good orgasm. She didn't remember ever feeling euphoric. Of course it had been a while. How long had it been? Six months? More? She couldn't remember. She'd gotten herself off, but that wasn't the same just a pressure release.

"I think acupressure will help with that upper back pain and the headache. Let's start with that. Why don't you lie back on the table?"

Traci lay back and Shelly placed her thumbs on a spot between her eyebrows and slowly applied pressure. 

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" Shelly asked. It was a casual, conversational question.

"No."

"Really? A pretty girl like you." Shelly said, increasing the pressure just a little.

Traci thought of Ethan. He was cute, but they never seemed to find a way to connect. Just like tonight, there was always something. "No, I can't seem to find the time."

"Hmm."

"You?"

"Not at the moment," Shelly said. She move down and started to press on a spot on Traci's hands. 

"Do you live in the area," Traci asked. 

"Near Tattem Station."

"Oh, I live near Tattem also."

Shelly moved to her feet, applying pressure with her thumbs. Suddenly Traci realized that her head didn't hurt so badly anymore. 

"Let's have you roll over on your stomach," Shelly said. "I'm going to do a few meridians on the back of your neck before I start the massage."

"Oh, I feel a lot better already," Traci said.

"Then you're going to feel amazing when I'm done."

Shelly pressed her thumbs into Traci's neck and slowly the last of her headache disappeared. She lay there amazed as Shelly began to massage her scalp and then moved to her neck. 

"Ok, I'm going to get some oil," Shelly said. 

Traci opened her eyes. Shelly walked over to the counter and Traci watched her, She was wearing a short skirt under her clinician's jacket. Her legs had a nice shape, slim, but muscular. She turned and saw Traci watching her and smiled. Traci smiled back, she wondered if Shelly might be part Asian, she had such beautiful almond shaped eyes. 

"Can you loosen the towel? I need to get to your back."

Traci propped herself on one elbow and loosened the towel. She could feel her breast swing free and she quickly settled back on the table.

"Good, I'm just going to fold this down a bit to uncover your back. Then I'm going to pour a little oil on your back. It will be warm, but not hot," Shelly said. 

As she poured Shelly ran her hand in circles lightly over Traci's back. It felt nice, just to be touched. Traci realized how little physical contact she had with other people. It seemed odd now that she thought about it.

Shelly began at her shoulders and neck. Her hands were firm, but she never seemed to press too hard. She slowly and patiently worked each area, coming back to smooth it over with softer strokes. From Traci's shoulders she moved to her arms and then to her hands and fingers. It felt so luxurious, so soothing that Traci wondered why she hadn't come before. 

Shelly's hand moved to the middle of her back working over her lats and lower trapezius. Traci felt herself sink deeper into relaxation. 

Then Shelly reached her lumbar region and Traci let out a little sigh. More like a gasp. She didn't mean to it just escaped. 

"You ok?" Shelly asked.

"Great. It feels wonderful."

"You're pretty tense here."

"I know, I didn't realize until you touched me there."

Shelly ran her hand down Traci's slim waist pressing a bit harder with her thumbs. It felt so good. Traci sighed again. Shelly kept it up, her hands running down Traci's waist and just under the towel and then fanning out over the rise of her butt cheeks. 

"Oh." The exclamation broke from Traci unbidden. 

"Good?"

"Better than good," Traci said.

Shelly pushed the towel down just a bit and on her next stroke her fingers traveled just under the elastic of Traci's panties. Traci felt like she was melting with each stroke of Shelly's soft, firm touch. She was becoming a puddle on the table. 

"Ok, that's enough of that for a bit," Shelly said. "I'm going to work on your feet now."

Traci was disappointed, but as soon as Shelly touched her feet the disappointment faded. Shelly worked her thumbs into the soles of Traci's feet, then pulled on each toe and then began working up her calves. It felt amazing. 

From her calves Shelly began working up the backs of Traci's thighs. Shelly's hands moved in long strokes up her legs and under the towel, ending at the bottom of her ass cheeks.

Traci felt warm and glowing: relaxed in a way she'd never experienced before. 

Shelly's hands began to move inward with each stroke, running up the inside of each thigh. At the top of each stroke her hand brushing ever so lightly against Traci's panties. It felt good. In fact it felt a bit more than good. A warm tingling that had started in her belly had moved lower and part of her wanted Shelly's hands to go higher. She'd never wanting something like that from another girl. It scared her, but excited her at the same time. 

Another stroke and Shelly's fingers brushed lightly over Traci's panty covered sex. Traci gave a little sigh.

On the next stroke Shelly's fingers brushed her again and without thinking about it, or really meaning to, Traci let her legs fall open just a tiny bit more. She could feel her pussy starting to moisten. Her heart beat faster. 

The next stroke up and Shelly hand brushed against her a bit harder and then traveled up over her lower ass cheeks. Traci found that she was pushing her pubes into the table. Another stroke, just like the last. Traci opened her legs a little more and ground her pubes down a little harder. She wanted Shelly to touch her, there. She wanted it badly. It shocked her to think it, but she couldn't help it. Did Shelly know what she was doing to her? Would it freak her out if she knew?

On the next stroke she let a little moan escape her. Her pussy was truly wet now. And hot. 

Shelly stroked up again, her fingers brushing over Traci's throbbing pussy and up over her ass. Traci pushed down into the table, she wanted to reach down and rub her clit in the worst way.

"Ok, I'm going to have you roll over on your back in a second," Shelly said.

What? No. Traci wanted to protest, she didn't want this too end. Well at least not this way.

Shelly ran her hand up the back of Traci's thigh one more time, slower and lighter. Her fingers brushed over her pussy again and Traci had to work hard not to push back against them. God she was so turned on and so confused. 

"Ok, roll over," Shelly said, her tone was friendly, but business like. 

Traci didn't know what to think. She started to roll over and then remembered that her breasts weren't covered. She paused and covered herself with her arm and rolled onto her back.

"Will you be more comfortable if I cover you with the towel?" Shelly asked. 

"Yes," Traci said, though part of her wanted Shelly to see her. 

Shelly moved the towel up so that it covered Traci's breasts and in doing so uncovered her lower down. Then she moved so that she was standing at the head of the table and began to touch Traci's neck and face. While Traci missed the attention to her nether regions, this felt good in a new way; it was like a caress, smooth and sensual. Slowly Shelly began to work out over Traci's shoulders and over the tops of her breasts. 

Traci found this tantalizing and the warmth in the pit of her stomach grew and spread. She could feel her heart start to beat faster again as Shelly's hands brush deeper under the towel, ever closer to her nipples. 

On her next pass her hands dislodged the towel and uncovered part of Traci's breast. Shelly didn't seem to notice and Traci said nothing. Shelly's hands pushed down along the sides of Traci's breast and her thumbs stopped just short of her nipples, which were rock hard. 

"Do you mind if I move this?" Shelly asked, lifting the towel a little. "It's starting to get in my way."

"UmÉno," Traci said. "That's fine." 

Shelly pushed the towel down, exposing Traci's small breasts to the air. 

"Oh, you have nice breasts," Shelly said.

Traci felt herself blush. "Thanks," she mumbled, but it made her feel good.

Shelly ran her hand down Traci's chest again. Again she avoiding her nipples, but this time she reached down and cupped Traci's breasts lightly. This also forced her to bend over Traci's face so that Shelly's own breast touched Traci lightly on the face. She inhaled a mixture of clean clothes and eucalyptus.

Shelly moved so that she was standing next to the table. She stroked down on Traci's breast, circling around the nipple and cupping the whole breast. She did this several times. Each time Traci breathing got a little shallower. Her breasts felt hot and she wanted Shelly to touch her nipples. Shelly reached across and massaged her right breast the same way. 

Traci could feel her juices starting to leak out of her pussy. Then just when she thought she couldn't stand it any more, Shelly ran her hand down her chest and across her nipples. It was a light touch, but made her moan and lift her ass off the table, just a bit. 

"Whew, it's warm in here," Shelly said. She stepped back and took off her jacket. She was wearing a tank top that showed off her small, high breasts. "I'm going to use this suction cup on your nipples if that's alright with you. It's great for breast health." She stepped over the counter and came back with a little rubber device with a cup on each end. She rubbed little oil on the cup and onto Traci's nipple. The touch was electric and Traci let out a little gasp.

"Sensitive?" Shelly asked. 

"Mm," was all Traci could manage. 

Shelly squeezed the cup and placed it on Traci's nipple and then pulled upward. It was like having her nipple sucked. Traci arched her back and her mouth open. Then the suction broke. Shelly squeezed the cup again and pulled up on Traci's nipple a second time. 

"AÉahhhh," the sound broke from her despite her efforts to keep it in. 

Shelly moved the suction cup her other breast, while absently flicking and pinching the nipple she'd just abandoned. 

Traci's squirmed. She could feel how wet she was, she must be soaking those tight little panties. 

Shelly caught her left nipple with the suction cup and pulled up lightly. Traci arched her back again.

"Ohhhh, ahhh," Traci couldn't contain herself. She felt a little dribble of juice leave her pussy. 

"Mmmm," Shelly said.

Panting slightly Traci opened her eyes. Shelly was staring at her intently. She was still lightly pinching and pulling on Traci's right nipple. She placed the suction cup over the left nipple and pulled. 

"Oh God," Traci thought she might cum, she'd never felt anything like it. She was so turned on. She could feel the wetness of the panties against her pussy. Her nipples were so hard they hurt.

Shelly's left hand drifted down Traci's tight belly and came to rest just above her pubic bone. Shelly placed the suction cup up on the recently abandoned right nipple and pulled, elongating Traci's now engorged breast.

Traci groaned and pressed up with her pubes silently willing the other girl to touch her there. She felt like her pussy was melting. 

Shelly slid one finger along Traci's panty-clad pussy. "Oh, you're so wet."

Traci felt her face go red hot. "I'm sorry. It's never happened before with a girl." She felt a deep sense of shame, not at being turned on by a girl, but for being so obviously horny.

Shelly smiled. "Don't be sorry, I love it. Do you want more?"

"More?"

"Do you want to cum?"

Traci nodded. She wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything sexually.




The Unexpected



Shelly smiled and bent down and took Traci's left nipple in her mouth and sucked it in lightly. At the same time she let her fingers glide over the wet gusset of Traci's panties. 

Traci gasped and reached over with her right hand and cupped the back of Shelly's head. She wanted to kiss Shelly, kiss her on the mouth and feel her tongue inside her mouth. Traci slid her left arm up and put it around Shelly's waist, pulling her into the table more tightly. The other girl felt small and light, not like holding a man. Delicate. 

Shelly brought her head up and looked deep into Traci's eyes. Then lowered her head and kissed her. Their mouth's came together, tongues dancing. 

Shelly moved her hand, slipping under the elastic of Traci's panties. Traci gasped into the other girl's mouth and ground her pussy upward to meet Shelly's fingers. 

At the same time Traci moved her hand down over Shelly's tight little ass and up under her skirt. Shelly moved so that Traci could reach between her legs and Traci slid her hand up her leg until she made contact with her crotch. To her surprise, Shelly's panties were soaking wet also. She ran her hand along the smooth damp surface and felt a little shiver shake Shelly's body.

They kissed deeply a tangle of hot breath and tongue. Shelly lightly pinched Traci's right nipple and then slid her hand all the way under her panties, her middle finger tracing the outline of her swollen sex from her clit to her anus. 

Traci groaned loudly as Shelly's finger flick her backdoor and then traveled slowly back up, gather moister as she went. Then she circled Traci's clit almost absently. It was driving Traci mad. Her hips began to thrust in time with Traci circling finger. But she didn't want to cum, not yet. 

Quickly she slipped the crotch of Shelly's panties aside and slid the tip of one finger into the other girl's warm, wet folds.

"Oooo," Shelly moaned and spread her legs wider.

Traci could feel the entrance to Shelly's vagina right at her fingertip. She slid her finger back just a little and then moved it in again, stopping right at the entrance. 

Shelly gasped and her finger on Traci's clit faltered for a moment. "Oh that feels good."

"I want to see you," Traci said and she sat up. She was face to face with Shelly. She stared into her dark, almond eyes. Shelly had high check bones and full lips. Her dark, thick hair framed her face and fell over her shoulders. "You're so beautiful." 

Shelly's cheeks turn a shade pinker. "So are you."

"No, I might be pretty, but you're beautiful. I want this off," she added pulling at the bottom on Shelly's tank top. Shelly lifted her arms and let Traci pull it up and over hear head. Her breast sprang free. They were small, but a bit bigger than Traci's, Her erect nipples tilted upward slightly.

Traci reached out and cupped one breast and then leaned forward and teased the nipple with the tip of her tongue.

Shelly sighed, and tilted her head back. Traci could see her delicate neck and her head thrown back. She took the nipple into her mouth and sucked, pulling her head back a bit, elongating Shelly's breast just as the other girl had done to her with the suction cup.

"Oh, oh," Shelly said.

Still sucking lightly, Traci unzipped Shelly's skirt and let it fall to the floor. She cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her toward her until she could feel Shelly's breast pressed against her own. The contact felt warm and comforting. 

"Lay back," Shelly said, her voice husky.

Traci lay back. Shelly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. A long string of girl juice followed them.

Traci stared a Shelly's neatly trimmed mound.

"I want to taste you," Traci said. She almost couldn't believe the words had come out of her mouth.

"Then you will," Shelly said and pulled herself up onto the table. Carefully she maneuvered herself so that her pussy was directly over Traci's face. Traci stared up at the other girl's wet labia. She could see Shelly's little round backdoor clearly. Bracing herself with her hands and craning her neck, she stuck out her tongue and ran it from Shelly's clit, down along her dark pussy lips and ended at her butt hole. Shelly moaned and lowered her hips to Traci's mouth. Traci ran her tongue up between the other girl's folds gathering moister, Shelly tasted clean and sweet. Traci found her breath coming in short gasps. She wanted to bury herself in the other girl. She wanted to fuck her and hear her cum. Her own pussy was pulsing and she could feel her juices leaking out of her, soaking her panties even more. Frantically she drove her tongue into Shelly's vagina licking as deeply as her tongue would go.

Shelly moaned again. Quickly she removed the other girl's panties and lowered her head to Traci's aching pussy. Her tongue circled Traci's clit. Traci groaned into Shelly's folds and let her tongue slide a little way out and then back in. 

Shelly gasped and she grabbed Traci's ass and ran her tongued down between her hot wet lips, pausing to lick the opening of her urethra. Traci's hips bucked involuntarily. She was close, but she didn't want to cum just yet. 

Suddenly she felt Shelly's finger on her butthole. Not hard, just touching. She'd never let anyone touch her there before, but it felt good and naughty. She spread her legs a bit wider, pushing her butt upward a bit. Shelly got the message. As her tongue dipped into Traci's pussy, she ran her finger tantalizingly around Traci's backdoor. Then she pressed her finger down right in the center, not hard, just firm. Traci tilted her butt up a bit more and moaned, her tongue in Shelly's pussy slowed, but she kept licking. She wanted Shelly's finger in her ass and it shocked her.

Shelly withdrew her finger and dipped it into Traci's pussy and then brought it back to her nether region, pressing her finger lightly into Traci's little puckered hole. Involuntarily, Traci pushed back and suddenly Shelly's finger popped inside Traci's ass. 

"Oh," Traci arched her back as Shelly brought another finger into her pussy. Shelly's tongue circled Traci's clit, touching her very lightly. 

Traci made little animal noises that she could not contain as Shelly worked her finger a bit deeper into her ass. It felt wonderful, strange and dirty all at the same time. Shelly's other finger found Traci's g-spot.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum," Traci said. 

Shelly began to slide her finger in and out of her ass. 

Traci tensed as she felt her orgasm building 

"I'm coming," she gasped and then it was on her like a flood. 

"Gggnnnaaaaaaahhh!" she'd never heard herself make a noise like that, but she'd never had an orgasm like this one. She could feel her ass pulsing around Shelly's finger. She pressed her face into the other girl's pussy as her toes curled. 

Slowly Shelly began to pull her finger out of Traci's ass and the feeling sent Traci over the edge again. A second wave rocked her body and she clung to Shelly's as her body shook with pleasure.

"Oh God, oh God," she panted as Shelly's tongue played over her clit and she pushed her finger back into her ass. 

"I'm cuming again!" A third wave of pleasure pulsed through her

"Mmm," Shelly made a little noise.

Traci felt wetness everywhere. Little shockwaves ran through her as Shelly slowly withdrew her fingers. 

Traci didn't wait; she pulled the other girls hips toward her, running her tongue around the opening of her pussy. Traci found her nose buried in Shelly's ass, which smelled lightly pungent. She wanted to be one with Shelly and she wanted Shelly to feel the same joy she had just experienced. She tipped her head back and ran her tongue around the other girl's asshole. 

"Ahhhh," Shelly moaned.

Traci reached forward and caught one of her breast as she licked Shelly's ass. Shelly opened her legs wider and reached back with one hand to pull her ass cheeks further apart. Traci made her tongue as hard as she could and pushed it against Shelly's asshole. It slid in easily.

Shelly gasped.

Traci reached around and found Shelly's now engorged clit, it felt hard and distended. Gathering wetness on her finger she began to stroke it ever so lightly. Shelly began to rock back and forth and Traci met each thrust with her tongue. It was so sexy that Traci felt herself getting wet all over again.

The tempo of Shelly's rocking increased. 

"Oh," Shelly gasped again. "Oh, oh, oh. I'm going to cum. Oh, I'm cuming, I'm cuming. I'm cummmmmmminnng!" Her body shook and writhed on top of Traci and she felt the other girl's asshole spasm under her tongue. 

Traci moved her tongue from Shelly's ass to her pussy while continuing to gently stroke her clit. She kept moving her tongue back and forth between her pussy and her urethra. 

"Oh, don't stop!" Shelly groaned. 

Traci kept going moving her tongue steadily while gently flicking Shelly's clit. Shelly tensed again. Cried out began to shake. Jizz leaked from her pulsating pussy and Traci eagerly lapped it up, running her tongue around the entrance to Shelly's vagina and making her moan and shake all the more. As the pulsing and shaking subsided, Traci slowed her licking. Shelly collapsed forward, her head on Traci's outstretched legs and her ass in the air. They lay like that for a few minutes. Traci watched as a thin drop of girl juice dripped from Shelly's pussy onto her abdomen. She reached out and scooped it up with her finger and brought it to her mouth. Her pussy was throbbing and she felt ready to go again.

Shelly turned awkwardly on the narrow table so that her head was above Traci and stared into her eyes. 

"That was fabulous," she said.

"I've never had an orgasm like that," Traci said. 

"You squirted," Shelly said.

"What?"

"You squirted."

"I did? I've never done that before."

"There's a puddle on my table to prove it," Shelly said smiling at her. Then she bent forward and kissed Traci. Their tongues found each other and they kissed for a long time.

Finally Shelly broke the kiss and rolled to one side. Traci moved over to accommodate her. 

"Put your back to me," Shelly said. 

Traci turned so that she was facing away from Shelly and let Shelly spoon her. The other girl pressed up against her and she could feel the warmth of her. Shelly reached round and cupped one of Traci's breasts and they lay like that for a bit. Traci listened to Shelly's breathing and felt the slow rise and fall of her chest against her back. It felt wonderful. She liked just being held. But her pussy was still wet. 

She rolled over so that she was facing Shelly and kissed her deeply. She let her hand drift down over the other girls taught stomach and let it rest over her pussy, feeling the downy softness of her pubic hair. Shelly sighed into her mouth as Traci cupped her pussy, feeling the wetness against her fingers. 

"We should go someplace more comfortable," Shelly said, kissing Traci again.

"Where?"

"Your place or mine," Shelly said, as Traci slipped one finger into her pussy. Shelly arched her back. 

"Do you have roommates?" Traci asked, running her finger slowly in and out of Shelly's pussy.

"Yes. Do you."

"No. Let's go to mine then." Reluctantly Traci slipped her finger of out Shelly's warm folds. 

They kissed deeply one last time.



The Unexpected Affair



She's thirty-three years old and really rather inexperienced with sex. She got pregnant at an early age, a teenager really, and married another man when she was twenty-nine. She is approaching her sexual peak as a woman, and her husband really is a very non-sexual guy. She on the other hand is a big dreamer and fantasized all the time. She felt alone in her desires and began to get bored.

Her name is Joy. Cute and sexy she is, but a little on the self-conscience side. She has brown hair, big brown eyes, pale skin, a great natural white smile, a cute hour glass figure, nice legs and hips, small boobs, a small waist, and about 5'3 and a half inches tall. Her personality is outgoing and she talks a lot. She is the type that can talk to strangers and the strangers are usually very receptive to her. She is loved by all of her friends and is always told that, "The party doesn't start until Joy gets there." Always happy, smiling, and laughing, everyone loves Joy. Even though she seems outgoing, she is very shy in a lot of ways.

One day while discussing with her single girlfriend, Bobbi, how she is getting no sex at home, the subject came up of how to meet new people. Bobbi mentioned how she used to play around in chat rooms. 

"Chat rooms?" Joy said, "What do you do in those?" 

Bobbi replied "Oh they used to be popular a long time ago, and they are quite addictive, you can meet all kinds of weirdo people in chat rooms." 

The both of them began to laugh, but Joy was really thinking "Hey, maybe I'll try one of those out for fun. I'm bored at home, my husband ignores me, maybe I can get some kicks."

When she got home that night she thought she'd give it a try. With her husband sleeping, she went on one of those websites that had "chat" in them. She downloaded the program and went into a peers type room. Automatically she got a message. 

"Hi" some guy said, and others started behind them.

They chatted about silly stuff like hobbies, what they did for a living, all the starter stuff. Joy thought it was ok and chatted for a few hours and went to bed.

The following weekend came and it was the 4th of July. Joy was drinking wine and was much more bold when she had a few drinks in her. She went back in that chat room website, but this time she found more rooms. She saw something that said "Sex Chat." "Oooo" she thought. 

Curious and shy about sex talk most of her life, she wanted to check it out. She thought that maybe you discuss your sex life in there. Well, "click" she was in the sex room. Again she got messages. 

"Asl" it said.

Joy replied "What does that mean, I'm new." 

The man replied back "That means what is your age, sex, and location." 

"Oh, ok, well I'm 33 years old, female and I'm from Florida." 

The man then said "Do you like to cyber sex." 

"What is that?" Joy asked.

"It's when you talk about sex on the computer and you masturbate at the same time." 

"Wow, no, I don't do that, I don't even understand that." 

The next thing she knows other guys are begging her for phone sex. 

"Oh my God, I didn't know all this stuff exists, wow." She was scared to death to call anyone so she told everyone "no." Needless to say, she stayed in the room a few hours and made a few friends, some guys thought it was cute that she was new; they could tell she was curious and they liked her.

The next day came and Joy was home alone. By now she has found out that these chat rooms are rather addictive. She even let one guy talk her into calling him. She told him she never did it before and that she didn't know what to do. She called him and he tried to get her to masturbate. She wouldn't do it, but she talked so much, and was such a nice person, that he liked her anyway. 

They discussed sex and she told him her fantasies, and the guy ended up cuming on the phone. She kind of thought it was erotic and talked to him a few more times and they would talk dirty to each other. Needless to say he came every time they talked. She didn't though, she still didn't know what the fuck she was doing, but she thought it was fun and she loved the attention.

A few more weeks passed and now Joy was getting to be a pro. She was a lot less nervous, was getting less shy and was getting more open with her discussions, and even began e-mailing her picture to guys when they asked. Now Joy is very attractive so when the men would get her picture, they usually liked her even more. She made a ton of friends and she loved going in there, it was her fun, and it was giving her a lot of self-confidence that she needed. 

Everyone she talked to liked her. Most men told her how fun she was to chat with. She still had never done the cyber thing or really masturbated. She didn't even really know how to masturbate, but she was learning about a whole new world out there and was learning that maybe masturbation is something she should do. She was such a private person and didn't discuss much sex stuff before this. At this point in her life she never even had an orgasm.

One Saturday afternoon she was home alone again and decided to go on her chat. None of her friends were on so she went into the sex chat room. She got very busy, had six or seven messages at once. Since she is so polite and does not have a mean bone in her body she would always try to keep up with everyone. It was getting hard. She was pounding away on the keyboard, then another message came through. 

"Asl" it said. 

Joy responded (since she was a pro now) 33, female, florida. 

"Wow," the guy on the other end thought "I'm in Florida too." 

He was visiting from another state on business. The guy responded "33, male, and how close are you to Palm Beach?" 

Joy lived in Palm Beach, so she responded "Very."

Now within all this chatting Joy was doing, she'd met some weirdos, some nice guys, and she learned that she liked the other married people on there the best. When they sent their picture they tended to be the better looking ones, they usually seemed more normal, plus she felt like they were in the same boat as her.

Next he said to her "married?" 

"Yes, you?" Joy responded. 

"Yes, I'm married too." 

Good she thought. The next thing she knew he asked her if she knew where his hotel was located, and he started discussing the possibility of meeting up that night. 

Joy said "I don't know, I don't think I could do that, besides don't you think we should at least exchange pictures before even discussing meeting." 

"Ok, he said, and he sent his picture." 

"Wow, he's cute" Joy thought "Definitely one of the best ones I've gotten so far, wow." Joy responded with her picture. "You're very attractive" the man replied. They chatted a little while longer, Joy told him some of her fantasies, and they chatted about sex. 

"I have to go make a speech at this seminar I am here for and I have to go. Will you meet me tonight? It will be a one time deal and we will never see each other again. Come up to the hotel and I'll look for you." 

Joy said "I don't know, I'll think about it. Do you have a cell phone or something?" 

Wanting to really meet this girl, he said "Oh fuck it" and sent her his number which he had never done before, but they chatted a while and he could tell she was normal, and he had always fantasized about meeting a woman, and he knew this might be his only chance. 

"555-1212, I can't believe I'm doing this" he replied. She wrote his number down on a piece of paper and stuck in the back pocket of her denim shorts.

Joy didn't know what a wonderful man she had just stumbled across. Yes, he seemed a little daring and he is married, maybe willing to cheat on his wife, but he was still a really nice guy. Hey, nobody is perfect and forever sure is a long time. He is a successful business man that owns his own business. He was normal, cute, took care of his wife and family, just a nice man. Besides if Joy was even thinking about meeting him, she is no angel either.

Joy's husband came home that night, and they ended up going out for dinner. She had a gift certificate that was going to expire soon and that was all she was thinking about. In the middle of dinner she remembered the man that she was kind of supposed to meet. Until then she forgotten about him and even after remembering him, she was afraid to call because he was married. His wife wasn't with him, but she thought you never know, so she just let it be. She never called and she never went to meet him that Saturday night.

That night after getting home from dinner, her husband went into the garage and she snuck back into the chat room. 

"Dink" a message that from that man was there saying "I guess I'll go look around the hotel for you." 

"Oh no I don't want to hurt his feelings," she thought and responded "Well, obviously I didn't come, and I was afraid to call you, I'm sorry." 

Well, he was on and "Dink" another message came back "Why didn't you come, was it you couldn't get away, were you scared, or was it that you did not like my picture?"

"A little scared, a little couldn't get away, and no, you are very cute" Joy replied. 

"Well, would you be willing to meet me for breakfast tomorrow morning? My plane doesn't leave until 1:30 p.m., just come up for breakfast and it will be a one time thing."

Gosh she thought, he sure is persistent. "Ok, if I meet you tomorrow, I'm not having sex with you, I'm not going to your room, I will just come up for fun and to eat breakfast with you. Let me sleep on it and I'll call you in the morning. Ok?"

"Ok" he said "Just as long as you call me and let me know."

The morning came and her husband left for work. As she laid in bed she thought "I'm just going to call the guy and tell him that I'm not coming." 

She dialled his number and told him. He sounded so disappointed when she told him that she decided not to go that she finally gave in. 

"Fine" she said, "but why are you choosing me to meet? You say you've never cheated on your wife, why me?" 

"The timing is right and I've always fantasized about meeting someone" he replied. 

"Well, did you imagine having sex with someone, cause I'm not having sex with you," she said. 

"I'm not going to lie to you, of course I thought about having sex, but its fine if you just want to come up and eat breakfast with me, it will be a one time thing, and just the excitement of it all is enough for me" he replied. 

"Fine, I'll come." She hung up the phone, took a shower, got ready, and headed her way down there.

Driving there she thought "What the hell are you doing, Joy? Although this is rather exciting." She drove to the hotel and there was a big convention going on and they were charging $10 to park. Now living in a world with debit cards, and not really expecting to go anywhere, she didn't have any cash. 

She called the man she was meeting and said "Hey, they are charging money to park and I don't have any cash on me. The lady said if you come out here and show your room key I can park...you know what, do you just want me to pick you up? That may be easier." 

"Ok" he said "I'll be out front. Where are you?"

"I'm pulling around now, I have a gray SUV." 

He came outside to the front and she saw him, he looked like his picture so she recognized him. He is about 5'9, average weight, brown hair, nice hair by the way, and brown eyes. She thought he was adorable immediately, and she really thought his hair cut was cute for some reason. She waved to him and he walked up to her vehicle. "Click" she unlocked the door and he jumped in.

Now she got a little nervous, she thought "I really don't know him, what if he wants to kill me?" She broke the ice by saying "You don't have any knives or guns on you do you?" 

He laughed and said "No do you?" 

She could tell that he was normal and she began relaxing. He seemed very nervous to her. At this point she really wasn't all that nervous. Being an only child, she doesn't have much family, so she really does like to entertain company and she was kind of happy to be meeting someone new. Someone who doesn't know the area and she was in charge of showing him a good time. "Where do you want to go?" she asked.

"I don't know, this is your area, you decide" he responded. He still seemed quite nervous, and he was, only he was also in shock at how pretty the girl was that picked him up. She had short brown hair in a professional cute cut, a beautiful white smile, and the biggest brown eyes he'd ever seen. She was sitting so he couldn't really see her figure yet, but he could tell it wasn't going to be bad. He was shocked at how much she really looked like her picture since you never really know what you are talking to in a chat room. "This girl is cute" he thought to himself.

She drove to a 24 hour breakfast type restaurant. She got out and began to walk around to the passenger side of the SUV. She was just trying to be polite and walk with him into the restaurant, and she noticed that he had puzzled look on his face. He was really trying to stay behind so he could check out her cute girlish figure as she walked ahead of him. She saw him start messing with the door handle and she figured out what he was doing. She purposely started to walk in front of him; she really wanted him to check her out because that made her feel good. She didn't realize it yet but she was already attracted to him.

They went up to the hostess stand and let the her know that there was two of them.

The hostess said "name please" the man responded "Paul." 

The hostess replied "It will be about five or ten minutes." 

The two of them sat down on a bench. Joy didn't realize how close she sat to him, but she sat very close. Joy said to her new found friend "Paul, didn't your e-mail address say something like Dan White? When you sent me your picture it said Dan White."  

He replied, "What you think I'm going to put my real name on there?" 

They both laughed. She thought to herself "I'm glad that I know his real name, honesty really turns me on." Joy began talking and talking. 

Paul said "How long have you been doing the chat thing? Do you talk to a lot of guys on there?" 

"I've been doing it about a month or so, and I have a few guys that I chat with," she replied. She told him how naive she was and the story about the guy telling her what cyber sex is. 

He smiled. 

"Paul" the hostess said. They stood up and started following her.

All the way to the table Paul checked out Joy's figure. "Fuck, she has a great ass" he thought. She was dressed in a pair of white capri pants and a dark blue shirt that was a little tight in her small boobs and tight in her waist. White sandals that had a bit of a heel on them and damn was she cute.

They sat down at a booth and began talking. Gosh could Joy talk. It was great though because she talked so much there was never a moment of awkwardness, and come to find out they had a ton in common. They both loved to go to Las Vegas. That gave Joy a lot of things to talk about since she had a trip planned and it was coming up in two weeks. They ordered some coffee and when it came Joy just grabbed it and poured herself and Paul a cup. 

He thought "Oh she's so cute, she didn't even make me be a gentleman and make me pour her coffee. Not only did she pour her own, but she poured mine too." They started discussing sex subjects. 

Now Joy is shy so she would change the subject from time to time and she was good at that. "How's your sex life?" Paul asked. 

"Not good" Joy responded. "My husband is a very non-sexual guy and always turns down my advances and it hurts my feelings and I'm over it. I go in those chat rooms for attention and I love the attention I get from men in there. What about your sex life?" 

"It's good" Paul replied.

They ordered a couple of muffins and when they came Joy picked at hers. Paul watched her pick off the top of her banana nut muffin and ball up little pieces and pop them in her mouth in very feminine type way. As he watched her he noticed that she was wearing a minnie mouse watch on her left hand. 

"What's her deal, how the hell did I meet her in a chat room" he thought.

They talked for over an hour. Joy talked about this and she talked about that. They would dabble in sex subjects here and there and it was Paul that would start that up. Joy told him that she was a big into fantasizing and liked to get kinky but has never had the opportunity. That she was inexperienced but that she thought a lot about sex and her fantasies. Then of course she changed the subject. She started talking about her upcoming trip to Vegas, but Paul heard the word "kinky" and didn't forget.  

Three stories later he said "How kinky do you like to get?" 

"Well" she said getting a little shy and nervous "I don't know, I haven't done much, but I think, I don't know, just no whips and chains and stuff." 

He asked her what her favorite sex position was, and she replied, "I like being on top of a man, that is my favorite and my second favorite is doggie style." 

Paul was starting to get a bit aroused at this cute girl telling him her sexual fantasies and what she likes to do. Joy of course being a bit naive and talking so much had no idea Paul was already a little hot for her.

Paul asked "What are some of your other fantasies, Joy?" 

"My fantasies are kind of simple" she said. 

"Well, you see I am a very good dancer and I've always wanted to play strip club and act like stripper for a man." 

Now Paul is picturing her swinging around a pole and dancing naked for him and that was a real turn on. 

"Another one is I'd really like to get silly and play doctor and patient, I think that would be fun. I can be the patient and the man can be the doctor and we could start by going out together and buying a bunch of sex toys and the doctor can operate on me when we get back home" Joy said as she used her hands to talk. 

Now Paul was picturing playing with Joy, and inserting sex toys into her body. He was ready to leave the restaurant now.

Paul had plans to get a cab to the airport, but Joy said "Hey do you just want me to bring you to the airport? That way we could have more time."

"That would be great" he responded "As long as you don't mind." 

"No, I don't mind." 

"Thanks, hey, let me go take care of this bill and let's go back and get my luggage now, ok?" he asked. 

"Sure, I'm ready whenever you are."

They walked to the cashier and Paul paid the bill. They got in the vehicle and Joy asked Paul how long he'd been married. He responded "Ten years. What about you?" 

"We've been married four and a half years, but together nine, same thing, right?" 

"Yeah" he said. 

They both admitted to each other that they had never actually cheated on their spouses before. As they drove back to the hotel Paul asked a few more sex questions and Joy answered them but would change the subject after answering.

They got back to the hotel and there was still that stupid parking problem. At this point they were starting to feel some sexual tension but Joy never let on. They pulled and asked the bellman where they should park because they need to get their luggage. 

He said, "Have someone wait in the car and the other go get it." 

Yuck, neither one of them wanted to do that. They had the same urge of wanting to go to the hotel room together even though they knew they didn't have much time. 

Joy said, "This is ridiculous, if you have a room key we should be able to park somewhere." 

She drove up to a man by a parking lot and Paul showed his room key, he opened the gate and let them in. "Wheeeew" they both thought.

They both got in the elevator and Joy started mocking herself, she sort of sang "I'm not going to your room with you, na na na na" making fun of herself remembering she had told him that, and now she is going to his room with him. He laughed and the doors opened and they walked down to his room and went inside.