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A Letter To Mom

By: KBM1971



MOM, PLEASE READ ALL, TIL' THE END.

Mom,

Since you don't want to talk about this on the phone I need to at least write it here. This is very frustrating for me also and I need to get it off my chest.

Yes I understand you're my mom, but knowing that you're a sexual being as other women are I don't think you're as much of a prude or as old fashioned as you come across for I remember when you used to (in the morning before school) walk around the house getting ready in just your bra and panties or a few times watching you slip your robe/night gown off exposing your beautiful nude body as you get into the shower. When you would wear that sheer blue nightie and I would be at the kitchen table doing home work and you would be next to me wearing no bra, your gorgeous breasts practically right there in my face, swaying back & forth with every movement in that thin see-thru fabric. UGH! that was a killer. You don't know how much even then I just wanted to bend over and capture one of those hard pink nipples in my mouth. 

Or the time when we were visiting your friend Brett at the shore and we stayed over night, you were fucking right next to me about 10 feet away in the other bed. You were trying to be quiet but I heard your soft little moans and grunts. There's nothing wrong with that at all, it's very hot in fact and definitely not the actions of a prude. 

This one other time I really remember so vivid on East Sayer Avenue where we used to live, I was in my room and you were obviously getting fucked really good & hard because you were moaning and then screaming so loud I guess either it just felt real good or you were actually cumming at that point. I was so naive back then and didn't know about things so I went over to your door and asked if you were ok,lol. How embarrassing for me, you and the person you were with. Then I heard you laugh and say to the person you were with to just wait a minute while you told me everything was fine and to go back to bed,lol. If I knew then what I know now I would have went over to your door and looked thru that hole (remember there was a hole in the door where a door lock had been that you had a yellow sticky covering?) and watched you instead. It would have been probably the most erotic thing I would ever see in my life. Watching my beautiful mother getting fucked like a porn star right in front of my eyes. But I didn't and just hearing you is all I have to remember that instance.

I have such an incredible lust for older women. I don't like younger what so ever and those around my age I could really care less for also. Older though gets me going so much. I get horny a lot mom to where my cock gets so 'swollen and hard' I need to take care of it and stroke myself til' I cum and the best way to relieve that tension is to punch up on the net this site called Xhamster.com. LOL, I really don't know why they call it that, but it has hundreds of thousands of different videos you can watch for free from all different categories. I go right to older women or the mom/son category. Whether the video is a real mom & son or not doesn't matter, just as long as they look like they would be and to watch them get it on with one another (especially when the mom jerks, blows her son or just watches from a distance) is soooo arousing. I lay back nude with my cock long, thick and hard as a rock, I grab the base of my cock with my right hand and use my left to pump it. I slide my fist up my shaft then back down picking up the rhythm as I'm watching the mother on the screen maybe doing housework where she's on the floor on all fours in a lil' skirt that rises up in the back showing her ass and hot little wet pink slit. Her doing this in front of her son as he's a few feet away watching tv on the couch, or at least he was watching tv but now has his cock out & stroking it to the rhythm of his mother's hips and ass moving as she's cleaning. She knows what she's doing and glances back to see the show he's putting on for her. (don't tell me reading this isn't getting your pussy wet & making you horny because I know it is. it's ok mom, it's natural.)

This is what I watch and I replace that woman with you mom and the other young guy with me and fantasize to an incredible fuckin' orgasm.. Like the one I had that night at your house on Barker Ave. I was laying on the bed in the room next to yours totally nude stroking my cock with lotion so you would hear (you know that sound it makes) and moaning also saying "Mom, mom it feels sooo good!". You knew what that meant but yet you still had to get out of bed and come in and look. When I saw you in the doorway watching me stroke myself I was in a dream world. Holy shit she's watching me stroke my cock! But you only stayed a few seconds, mom why couldn't you have stayed and watched? As soon as you left I was moaning so loud to where you knew I was about to cum and I did, thinking as if you were still there watching. My cock erupted so hard and I shot 7, 8, 9 thick ropes of hot cum all over my chest and stomach, HOLY FUCK MOM! I really wish you would have stayed and watched that for I think I would have been satisfied and wouldn't have to keep up this lust I have with you even years after that.

As you are my mom I know we can't do anything together (not sure if you would want to if we weren't mother and son) but I think I would have fulfilled my fantasy and I would be satisfied if you would just watch one night maybe as I stroke myself in front of you. It would be cool also if you took care of yourself as you're watching me. I would cum so hard and so fast if I saw your hands go down between your legs and rub you little clit or fuck your little hole as you watch me stroke. 

Mom, I know something along these lines will help the situation and I need this to end also. It kills me thinking about you 3-4 times every frigin day and only having to fantasize to porn vids. If you want our relationship to be normal I think this needs to happen. It's only watching also so it should be no big deal. I mean you were watching that one night, another few seconds is all it would have taken (it normally takes me a very long time to cum but thinking about you or to do it especially in front of you I would cum so fast). 

Maybe one night I can bring over a bottle of wine (so you can be more relaxed), we can turn out the lights, have a single candle lit and watch me as I disrobe and just stroke my cock in front of you, then it would be over.

Think about it please. I love you,

Kenneth.

A Letter To My Dad Ch. 1



Hi Daddy!

I've been asleep most of the day. I'm exhausted. Just thinking about our weekend together drives me insane, I end up staying in bed 'til noon thinking about it, touching myself..... I'm hoping perhaps you can come here in a couple of months, I would love that.

I'm thinking about writing an erotic story about our time together, but maybe changing our names, and the fact that you're we're related. Nobody wants to read about a little girl fucking her daddy, do they? I wanted to run a few things by you, just to see what you think about my memories of the last weekend.

Okay, so I rocked up at your new house around 6pm on Friday night, I had the day off so that I could get there to begin the weekend early. You and Mom were doing your own thing, really, as usual. She was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She came up and hugged me, kissed my cheek, told me how good I looked. I asked where you were and she said you could have been in the office talking on the net, or looking at some of your dirty sites.

She smiled and kissed my cheek once quickly before going back into the kitchen.

I put all my bags down and went around the back of the house to your office but you weren't there. I looked around for a while, but when I couldn't find you, I went to my bedroom to get myself ready to see you. I changed my panties under the skirt I had on. I had been wearing black lace ones, but I changed into a white pair of bikini bottoms. Secretly I was hoping that you'd get to see them that night, although rushing into something probably wouldn't have been a great idea. Mom might have got suspicious. Whatever happened, I knew it was better to be prepared for anything! Knowing you! LOL.

I changed my clothes, nothing spectacular, just a nice shirt which showed my tingling titties (which I know are your favourite things about me!). They stretched the satiny material and you could see my hard nipples through the material, even through the low-cut bra I'd put on. And of course my skirt. A long skirt, Mom doesn't like miniskirts. But skirts are SO accessible to roaming fingers, Daddy! And I like that!

I heard a knock at the door and when it opened, there you were! I was glad to see you there! You looked me over and your eyes twinkled. I wanted to hug you but I heard Mom coming up the hallway, so I blew you a silent kiss and you grinned and said hello.

Then we all went down to dinner and it was okay but all I could think of was you and me, alone together.

That night nothing happened.

You and Mom went out to the movies, which I didn't mind. It gave me time to look through your computer, and I looked through all of our secret chat files which you'd saved in a protected folder. I knew your password, I think I'm the only person who knows it. So I went roaming through the files. There are so many of them. Long erotic chats to each other.

I read some out loud, under my breath, imagining you saying them to me.

"If you were here, I'd have you on your bed, legs around my neck, sucking the honey out of your pretty little cunt, my darling girl."

Mmmmmmm the idea of that made me so wet. I could feel my pussy tingling with the thought of you doing that to me.

"Daddy, if you were here with me right now, your cock would be choking my little throat as I sucked and slurped and licked you up and down. I'd have you fucking my face until my lips were raw ..."

You and Mom got home quite late but I was already in bed by then. I did hear you come home, making a little bit of noise, trying to wake me up. I knew you wanted me awake so that we could perhaps see each other, talk together. Maybe even sneak in some time together. What you didn't know, though, was that I had been forced to go to bed a couple of hours earlier. Reading those cyber chats of ours had made me so wet, my pussy just bursting with juices I needed to cum. Wishing your tongue was there, wishing your mouth was pushing and rocking against my clit, inside my hot wet hole.

I fucked my finger for hours afterwards, and eventually heard you both go to bed. I knew you were disappointed, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't leave my bedroom. I was silently crying out to you to come to me in the middle of the night. But you didn't.

It wasn't until Saturday afternoon that I was able to get you alone and spend some time with you. I wore no panties for you, Daddy! My pussy was tired but still tingling for some kind of touch from you. I knew you were horny too. I could see it in your jeans, a small erection pushing outward already.

So when I laid back in your deck chair, I noticed your eyes lingering on my breasts a little more than they should have, and your mouth curving up into a smile. I rested my hand on my own breast and started to stroke myself gently, and you stared for what seemed like forever.

You stood over near the porch fence, leaning on the wooden pillar with your coke in hand, staring at me. Your eyes glanced nervously to the backdoor and kitchen window every now and then to make sure Mom wasn't anywhere in sight. She couldn't see me from there, though and I grabbed my own breast and started to rub it, closing my eyes and pretending it was your hand, your fingers stroking and massaging me. I opened my eyes and eyed you lightly as if to hurry you up. You kind of got the message, though, I think.

You swooped in quickly and leant down to touch my breast with your hand, a quick hard movement which she wouldn't have seen from her vantage point in the kitchen. You kneaded my breast for about ten seconds and I wanted to close my eyes, the pleasure rippling through me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of your face. You licked your lips and looked into my eyes. They were full of desire for you, just you, only you.

Your hand began to move down to where I wanted it more than anything, hard and rubbing against my pussy. I imagined your fingers pulling open the lips of my drenched cunt and probing and caressing like mad. I began to feel a shivering through my cunt. I grew wetter with the thought that maybe your hand might flick under the skirt and just touch me there. Just quickly touch, just for a moment, run your finger inside me and make me cum.

But you heard a noise inside and stood up straighter again and moved back. I stopped touching my own breast and acted casual too. I didn't want Mom getting hurt by some mindless, harmless flirting. But God, my whole body was aching for you then.

I stood up, just to be closer to you.

You showed me the landscape around your secluded new home. It really was beautiful, and I was a little bit jealous because I couldn't live there with you all the time.

There was a small river at the end of your property and I mentioned something about going down to have a look and maybe pick some wild flowers. There was a knoll, a dip in the land where the river ran along side and I knew that we wouldn't be visible from the house if we went there. I didn't say it out loud, though. You thought it was a great idea, and went inside to invite your wife, my mother, so that we wouldn't look suspicious.

I looked out over the view again, and noticed it was becoming a little darker. There were shadows over the entire area, and the sky was darkening too. With Autumn so beautiful this year, there were leaves everywhere, and the entire landscape had a rich, fertile quality to it. I heard you coming back, you were saying something to Mom as you left the house.

"I'll take some cokes, and we might just sit down and have a drink." You told her and you walked outside alone. I knew she'd rejected your offer to look at the river with me. I wondered if she knew, deep down, even subconsciously about us. You walked toward me, a can of coke in your hand. I took it and we exchanged a look.

"The area gets so pretty this time of year." You said.

I followed you down off of the backyard deck and onto the grass. We began to walk. I trod on the flowers as we walked and I mentioned how beautiful they were and how much I wished you could come and landscape my new garden for me. You sighed knowing how different everything was with me living in Canada. How wonderful in some ways but also how difficult it was for us not to be able to be together.

"Do you ever swim in the river?"

"No, only once. When it was much warmer."

"Clothed?"

You laughed again. "No."

"Oooh la la." I smiled.

"I bet you would have liked to be there with me, sweetie."

"You know it." I nodded.

We both shut up for a minute. I was imagining you swimming naked.

I saw myself in the river with you, I was surfacing between your legs, then you were holding me, and driving your cock deep up into my belly, through the cool sweet water.

I wanted to take your hand, for the first time ever, but I knew she could still see us. And I knew she was watching, so I looked around as we walked.

"I can't believe I'm finally here." I said.

"I have been longing for this day. I have been dreaming about it and aching for it."

"In more ways than one?"

"Ohh" You groaned quietly, "Yes".

I stepped up faster to catch up with you, as you were a couple of steps ahead of me, then we were walking side by side.

"Me too." I whispered.

"We've been so good."

I laughed.

"Yea, we have, haven't we? I know I don't want Mom hurt at all, but my god in heaven, I want you so much." I was quiet and a little breathless now that we were hiking downhill a little bit.

"I want you too, sweetie."

I looked over at my Daddy, your sweet bearded face shone back at me, a little red and flushed from the cold air. I could smell that cologne under your clothes and wanted to bury my head and face into you and just hug and hold and smell you forever.

It was so surreal, us talking like that and acting in such a cool, distant "friendly" manner. How many dreams had I had about you coming to me in the middle of night, and waking me up with hot, deep kisses in my pussy? Your tongue writhing between my legs, your hands and fingers stroking me, caressing and burning me up so that I would wake from those dreams, groaning and honey cum dripping in my own hand. How many times had I heard your moaning over the telephone on those rare and priceless nights when your wife was not at home? Laying in bed, hearing you cum as you pumped your cock to the same beat I had, pretending we were fucking each other over and over again.

Countless times. I couldn't remember how many times. And our attraction was always ten times more potent and powerful when we saw each other in the flesh, and I knew that if I couldn't touch you this weekend, I would go insane.

Finally we reached the river. It wasn't full, but there was a steady stream of glistening water tinkling over the small rocks and pebbles. It was almost transparent and I took my shoes off excitedly to go and run in the shallow bank. The water was cool and icy on my toes, it was refreshing and delicious. With no panties on, I wondered what it would feel like if I sat down in the water, let it slide over my burning pussy.

I looked back at you and then from where we had walked. I couldn't see the house, and I knew that the house couldn't see us. I turned to you and reached out to take your hand, you helped me step out of the slight river.

For the first time in so long, I felt your fingers on my fingers entwine gently. I sighed deeply as your fingers wrapped around mine. It was silent, we couldn't talk, I knew I couldn't - my words had frozen in my throat. I wanted to lift my cotton skirt and force your hand down to my cunt, feel me wet, feel me so hot and horny for you. I wanted to rip your cock out of those jeans and just ram it in my mouth, sucking and gulping down all of your juice, then fuck you over and over until I didn't have to feel that way anymore.

But we just stood there, holding hands for a long time. I don't know why I didn't act on my impulse, but somehow just standing there, it was like we were slowly coming together, expressing ourselves in the silence. You put your coke down and I put mine down and finally you leaned in and began to stroke my face. Your finger on my cheek.

"My sweet little girl." You whispered.

I looked up into your eyes, and found the man there that I had dreamt about. You smiled down at me and moved in. Your lips opened to kiss my mouth and I finally felt your kiss. Ohhh, your wonderful kiss!

I opened my mouth wider and forced yours open wider too, I knew nobody had kissed you like that in so long. So deep and intimate that when you felt my tongue licking the inside of your mouth, your body quivered and you stumbled a little bit. Our tongues licked and sucked each other, and I knew from your shaking that you'd never been kissed in that way by anyone else except me. I grabbed your face and felt your old man beard on my hands.

I could feel my cunt throbbing with the rhythm of that kiss. Our mouths were making love in a slow, agonizing, deep way. I couldn't breathe, my brain was humming quietly. I felt your cock rising through your jeans and it began to rock against my belly lightly. I was close to orgasm, right there.

Then your hand moved down to my breast. I pulled my shirt up so you could touch me naked. Your hand felt all around my bare breast and you massaged and kneaded it gently at first, then harder. You began to pull and pinch my nipple. I groaned and pressed harder into you. I began to kiss you madly, trying to get inside of you with my tongue. But you pulled your mouth away and slipped it over my breast, hunching down to take in my nipple and I felt your tongue circling it, licking and sucking on it, kneading it with your hard lips. I could feel the tickling sensation of your moustache on my breast. You began to bite a little bit, trying to eat my breast into your throat.

I stroked my hand over the mound in your jeans, I was rubbing it gently through the jeans and felt your cock rising and becoming harder.

I fumbled with your jeans, trying to pull the full length out so I could finally look at it, finally touch it with my own hands. You groaned and shivered when I slid my hand in under your boxer shorts. My hand finally came to touch your cock! I groaned too and pulled it out lightly so I could look down at it.

You stopped kissing my ruddy breasts and looked down at the sight of my hands on your stiff, swollen cock. Your gorgeous old man cock, I'd waited patiently for the day where I could take it into my mouth and suck and slurp it again. My fingers began to tease and flicker all over it. You and I both watched as my young hand felt all over your mature member, the organ quivering and getting harder and harder as I tried to play.

My fingertips grazed the veins in the long shaft, then over the little hole. I tickled under your balls, and they were thick and heavy in my hand. My palm cupped them and gently pulled and massaged them, fingertips coming underneath them and teasing the skin there. You pulled your head back and gasped, staring up into the sky.

"Oh God, be careful darling!" You whispered.

I knelt face to face with your shaft and it's sticky, shiny, red swollen head. You looked down at me to watch. I licked the tip of your cock, licking the pre-cum on the end, and you couldn't stop the cry as it exhaled from your throat. You cried out quite loudly and covered your mouth with your own hand. I knew what it meant to you to see your own little girl sucking on you. My tongue followed the pathway which my fingers had made: I licked over every full and throbbing vein, I swiped my mouth around the long shaft, then over the hole, licking and sucking lightly.

I grabbed the back of your ass, pulling the jeans down to just above your knees, then I began to knead and caress your curvy ass while my mouth opened against the tip of your dick.

I licked again with my thick tongue and licked around the head, then licked up and down the length of the shaft. I knew you were so close to cumming in my face right there. So many months of cyber-sex and phone sex, and expectation all built up over so long. I rubbed your legs and ass with my hands.

"I want you to cum in my belly." I said, telling you to please try to hold in until I could get the well-cut head at the back of my throat.

My tongue pressed up and rolled around the shaft as it fit perfectly in my mouth. It was always too big for me, but I had managed to perfect eating it. Practice makes perfect, Daddy, you always said!

I began to tongue your cock, taking the head into my mouth slowly, then pulling it all the way in, sucking it up so that it was pressing on the back of my throat.

You began bucking against my face. You couldn't hold it in, and began to move back and forward against my open mouth. You grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth.

My tongue rolled around you. My lips were milking your swelling cock as I felt it throbbing and ramming into my cheeks.

I slurped and sucked and swallowed the tip of your head deeper and deeper, my lips sucking in tighter until you couldn't hold it any longer. I couldn't breathe, and the pressure of your movements on my throat was gagging but I wanted your cum inside me, wanted to taste it, feel it, wrap my tongue around the white juice. I sucked up deeper and you exploded in my mouth with a great cry.

I felt the sperm shoot out of your pulsing cock, down into the back of my throat. I could taste the salt in it and I swallowed load after load as you spurted uncontrollably.

Finally your cock fell semi-hard again and you pulled it out of my mouth. I licked it all over and felt you shuddering from the sensitivity as I did, but you couldn't pull away. You fell to your knees as your legs finally gave way under the strain of exhaustion and you sat there for a few minutes, your naked ass on the cold grass. I watched your cock as you sat there. It continued to quiver, small spurts of jism still releasing from the head. I wanted to lick it up, wanted to taste more of you. I leaned forward and licked the tiny droplets of cum which still came out, then sucked on the hole for more. You pushed me away lightly and did your jeans up.

"I had forgotten...."

Your voice was wavering and tired.

I licked my lips and sat back on the dampish grass. I grabbed my coke, still thirsty and took a long swig.

"I think I'm in love with you." You smiled.

"Come to LA and live with me." I joked.

Mom's voice came calling out over the back yard. You pulled your jeans up and with trembling hands, you collected yourself.

"Thank you." You whispered. "I owe you."

We hiked back up to the house and I went to the bathroom to check my face. There was a little bit of wetness around my chin, but nothing obvious. I wiped it off with my finger, then licked my finger happily. My mouth was sore from stretching around your cock, it stung a little from the cold air too. My pussy was craving you, and I wondered if I would ever finally get to make love to you again the way I dreamed.

That night our dinner was sensational. I watched you eat, you looked starved. Mom kept making interesting conversation, and it kept us all in good spirits. I didn't feel guilty about what we'd done. You certainly didn't look as if you felt guilty either.

You and I retired to the den to watch some bad late night TV and even though I sat on the floor and you were on the couch, soon to be joined by your wife, I could feel our auras' both tingling and trying to come together. Once I reached out, just once, to feel your boot. You didn't feel me touch you, but the grey suede felt nice on my fingertip. I wanted to kiss the boot and run my kisses up to your legs, between your knees.

Oh, how good that would have been if I could have been able to sit nestled between your legs and pump your cock empty again with my tongue. Over and over.

You both began to yawn and I knew how tired you must have been after the experience so I suggested you both go to bed. I didn't mind sitting up alone in the den, watching Letterman. You both agreed and went to bed. You leaned down to kiss my cheek lightly and I felt the tingling all the way over my body. Mom led you upstairs to your bedroom and I was left alone in the den with the TV softly muttering in the background.




A Letter To My Dad Ch. 1



I sat on the floor, yes I was alone. But my cunt was throbbing still, and I was so wet I had to go the toilet to wipe myself down. My heart was hammering in my chest, wondering, hoping that you'd sneak down to be with me. But the place was quiet except for the television. I sat up on the couch and lingered my hand between my legs. I began to stroke myself, and closed my eyes, pretending that it was you.

My finger slid in under my skirt and I began to finger the lips around my cunt. They were hot and swollen, wet and I could smell the scent of my own juices in the room. I didn't feel guilty about being in your house and touching myself but I decided I should go to bed. I turned the television off, and the room was dark, and I stepped up the stairs quietly to the spare bedroom which you'd both decorated for me. I went in and shut the door and lay on the bed, spread legged, stroking myself, without even taking off my clothes. I turned the radio on by the bed to drown out any noises so that you or your wife wouldn't be able to hear me. I was breathless and gasping almost instantly.

And then, Oh God, and then! You opened my bedroom door and stood there, silently, watching me. I saw you and felt a spasm of pleasure run through my body.

I felt embarrassed for doing what I was doing, with my legs spread, and my cunt open to your eyes. You stared for a long time, then slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. I stopped touching myself and sat up.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry." I said.

"Why?" You asked, and came closer to me.

You reached out with your hand and began to stroke my pussy. You opened your robe and I saw your huge erection. I smiled.

"Look what you've done to me..." You whispered, and came to me on the bed.

You pushed me back against the pillow and lay on top of me without another word. I felt your body pressed and heavy against mine. I wished I was naked so I could feel everything, but I was still fully clothed. Your robe had fallen off, and I ran my hands over your naked body.

I felt your fingers between my legs shyly, but you wanted to get your raging cock inside of me as quickly as you could. I could feel you about to explode again. You groaned and guided yourself in without so much as a kiss. I felt my body betraying me as I felt your cock filling me up. I lifted my legs up silently and let you in deep, as deeply as I possibly could. I gasped. We rode in silence, but for only a few seconds. I knew you were going to cum hard and fast, so I let you fuck me quickly.

You lifted my legs back over your shoulders and pushed in deeper. I felt the head of your huge dick pressing hard against my womb, bruising me a little bit. I clenched my teeth and you began to ram in harder and deeper.

"My little girl, my little girl, my little sweetheart..." You whispered.

"Ohh dad.." I moaned.

Your balls clenched and you tried to hold back from cumming but it was too much. I knew you loved it when I called you Dad.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me. Fuck my little girl cunt."

You came with a huge push, your cock opening and the cum came pouring into me. I wanted to feel it hot and deep and you continued to push it up deeper, urging the cum up so that I might be able to feel it in my belly.

Then you fell on me, spent and exhausted. You rolled off next to me on my single bed, the same bed I'd had since I was ten. The same bed where we first kissed and first began our secret.

We held each other tightly and you fell asleep. I lay there, unable to sleep, the sensation of your cum dripping out of my pussy and down between the cracks of my ass tickling me into insanity. But you woke up after only an hour and a half, and you looked into my face.

"I certainly owe you now." You whispered. "My little girl didn't cum."

I shook my head.

"Darling." You kissed my mouth lightly. I felt your tongue sliding in between my lips and licking my teeth as your hand slid up to pull my skirt off.

"These damn clothes."

I got out of the bed and undressed in front of you until I had on only my bra. I wore no panties, and my cunt was red and glistening. I showed you and your eyes grew hungrier.

"I have an idea, sweetheart." You said, "Wait..."

Your hand reached between my legs to placate me for a moment, as you got up out of the bed, and put your robe back on. I was disappointed.

"What?" I asked. "What are you doing?"

"Come on."

You took my hand and walked me out of my bedroom. I felt the empty hallway air on my naked body and tried to cover up, terrified that Mom might be walking around. You didn't flinch once, as you led me downstairs into the guest bathroom. You locked the door and looked at me again. You smiled and touched my hip lightly, stroking my belly and then up to my breasts.

"My beautiful...."

"Dad!" I whispered, impatiently.

I tried to reach out to grab your cock through the robe, but you pushed my hand away.

You turned around and turned the shower on. I smiled and sat on the cold rim of the empty hot tub. It was freezing against my naked ass, but felt refreshing. My cunt was so hot and slippery that I was afraid I'd come too quickly and not be allowed to savor every moment with you. You held one hand under the stream of the shower, and knelt down in front of me. Your robe parted lightly and I could see your soft cock between the folds of white towel. Your balls hung down low, almost to the tiled floor. I stared hungrily.

You slid one hand between my legs and I closed my eyes instantly.

Oh God, I finally felt your hand where I needed it most. You began to rub and slowly move your fingers around my swollen, fat cunt lips. You slid one finger between them and began to finger me lightly. I pushed down on your hand, grabbed your wrist and began to fuck your hand. I wanted your entire arm inside me. I could feel the horny desire driving me to insanity. You let me ride your palm for a moment or two before you leaned in and kissed me, pulling your grip away.

"Do you remember our first night together?" You asked me quietly.

I nodded, staring intently into your face. You had wrinkles in your skin which I had never noticed before.

"What happened?"

"You came into my room -"

"How old were you?"

" Twelve."

You closed your eyes and sighed, remembering.

"You had the most beautiful hairless pussy."

"That's why I shave my pussy, Daddy. For you."

"I know, baby."

You smiled.

"Honey," You looked at me again. "We've been fucking for seven years."

I nodded and you stood up, then stood me up so I was standing in front of you.

"I want to fuck you forever."

You leaned in and began to nibble my breasts. I stepped back into the shower to feel the warm water rolling over my head and shoulders. That coupled with the sensation of your mouth and hands on my body sent me into a shuddering rapture. I closed my eyes and held onto your shoulders for support.

We knelt to the floor of the shower and I sat back against the cold tile wall. You spread open my legs in front of you and leaned down so that you could kiss and fuck me with your mouth. Your mouth tickled my thighs and around my hairless pussy. Your tongue flickered over the lips of my cunt, then down near my ass, and up again until your mouth had licked up all the dripping honey juices there from before.

"I can feel your cunt throbbing in my lips." You told me.

I watched you, your face alight and excited. I nodded and moaned with the sight of you, my grunting fifty year old Daddy bent over me and praying into my pussy. Your hands spread open the lips of my cunt and you started to eat me out as if I was a melon. I cried out and tried to hold in the gasps so I wouldn't yell. I reached out to grab onto something, and was flailing in the stream of the shower.

Your tongue wiped and rolled over my cunt, all over, licking and suckling at the swollen lips, the labia, then circling around my hole before dipping into it like a tiny cock. You buried your face into my cunt and I felt your nose pressing against my hard clit. The motions of your face against me sent me into rocking spasms. I came hard and fast into your tongue and mouth. You licked me out, sucked the juices from me, drank from me until I was laying back against the wall, unable to move.

Then you stood and got some soap and washed me down. You sponged over my belly, over my breasts. I could hardly speak, couldn't stand. I lay there, knees still quivering.

"Stand up." You ordered.

"I can't Daddy..."

"Get up, I want to fuck you."

I looked up at you, tiredly and groaned as I got to my feet. I smiled and hugged you, wrapping my arms around your shoulders.

"How hard?" I whispered into your ear.

"Hard!"

"No, Daddy, how hard, tell me. What are you going to do to my little pussy?"

"Daddy's going to fuck you, fuck you and rip you apart."

"Please don't hurt me?"

"I am going to split your juicy little cunt in two." You growled.

Your cock hardened with the way we were talking.

I grabbed your cock and began to pump it roughly. You grunted again and grabbed my hand and turned me around so that you could press up against my ass. I had nothing to hold on to, you were behind me. I tried to grab the hot tub side, bending over as I did.

"Don't touch Daddy's cock!" You growled.

You pushed me over so I was bent over, my ass in the air, my cunt lips spread open in front of you. I felt the water from the shower trickling down my back between my legs and I immediately began to feel my cunt throbbing again with the expectation of your cock inside me.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I whimpered, gripping on to the rim of the hot tub.

You reached around from behind me and began to molest my breasts. Your hands bashed them into my chest and the sensation of aching pleasure rippled through me. Your cock pressed up into the crack of my ass, and you began to move it up and down against me. I felt the head bobbing between my ass cheeks.

You leaned in and began to lick up and down my ass, then under to my pulsing cunt. Your tongue began to suck again, all the juices which continued to trickle out of me, most of it now just water from the shower. Honey water. You drank again, then stood and guided your cock in between my legs, shoving deep into my pussy.

I felt you deep inside me and I moaned when your hand came around to my clit. You started stroking my sore clit as you pounded my cunt with your raging rock-hard cock.

"Daddy's going to fuck you sore." You gruffed.

I felt you like a dog, your giant cock stuffed up inside me, your body wrapped around my back, locking me in your huge embrace. Your hard hands pounding my cunt in compatible motions as your swollen dick.

My whole body tightened and I reached back, arching out to feel you, trying to reach back and guide your cock deeper in me. I grunted, crying out.

The slamming I felt in my cunt matched the waves of orgasm I felt in the front end of my pussy. I felt sheets of pleasure ramming me deeper and harder. The cock-head burnt and pleased at the same time.

You fucked me harder until I was crying quietly for you to cum.

You grabbed my body for leverage and rammed deeper into me until it hurt. You growled and shoved me up. With a powerful thrust, you shot your load into me, bucking upwards to fuck the sperm deeper inside my stomach.

I felt it filling my insides up with burning white-hot jism. I cried out again and you stopped ramming my cunt with your cock. You let the juice flood from you and then you pulled back and slid out of my cunt easily. A wave of cum flooded out of me and ran down between my legs. I knelt on the ground and leaned against the hot tub for support.

"I love you, Darling." You said, turning the shower off.

"I love you too, Dad."

Finally, we lay in the hot tub together, for an hour. We just floated there happily together, our bodies sore and pleased, our minds fuzzy with satisfaction.

"I have to go home today." I said.

"Shhh."

"Come and visit me, Daddy. Without Mom. It will be just you and me, please?"

"I'll think about how I can do it, sweetie," You kissed my forehead.

"We'll have a whole weekend to ourselves, and the whole house."

You moaned and smiled and stroked my leg.

"I'll try." You said.

Well, I'm holding you to that! I can't wait until I see you again, until I feel your hands heavy all over my body, on my legs, on my breasts, on my hot pussy. I want your cock inside me, in my mouth, in my cunt, even in my ass. I want you in deeper every time.

You're my Daddy and I love you. But more than that, you're my lover.

And I want you.

Write soon, Daddy

Love,

Me  XXXX

To be continued....

story by Jool 2000 Copyright Jool



A Letter To My Dad Ch. 2



To my darling Dad,

Okay, you will never believe what happened this weekend. Argh! It was bliss, pure bliss.

I had just finished the latest letter to you, Dad. And you know me, the best time to write huge long e-mail letters to you is when I feel really horny because it's always a good way to not forget how good we were together, and it's the only way to cum, too. With you all the way down in the USA and me up here in Canada, argh it's hell living without you. Our letters are all I have right now to keep me from giving everything up.

So I had literally just clicked "send" on the e-mail, my heart chasing itself excitedly, nervous and thrilled with the idea that in a few minutes you would be reading it, and maybe jacking your gorgeous cock away to the rhythm of my words. Thudding waves of ecstasy as you closed your eyes and pretended you were fucking upwards into my tight, sweet pussy.

I pictured myself hiding under your desk, then coming up between your legs and sucking you off. A nice surprise for you I guess, for me to suddenly pop out and start eating you up and down. LOL - man I'd love that. Lick your cock up and down with my long, fat, juicy tongue, then take you between my lips and suckle you in my hot little mouth.

I got up, and was about to race upstairs to the bedroom. My legs were weak and trembling, my belly was all tied up hard in knots, my pussy throbbing to be played with. Oh man, my cunt was so wet I could feel it through the jeans and it was pulsing with a thick, rough rhythm. I had to cum for you, I was out of control.

I managed three stairs before someone rang the doorbell. I had all intention of not answering the door. There was no way I could entertain someone right now, even if it was a friend. But through the curtains by the door I saw a familiar body standing there. He was wearing his old suit.

Yeah, it was Grandad!!! I couldn't believe it. I raced to answer the door and Grandad stood there on my front porch, a travel bag with him.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here?" I screeched.

"That's a nice way to welcome your Grandpa! Give me a hug!" He snapped.

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him hard. I felt his hands on my waist, and they moved slightly, caressing me down over my back and I sighed happily. All I could think was: 'Thank you, God, thank you Universe. If I can't have my Daddy's cock, I can have something just as good!"

I took his bag inside and he followed me in slowly. He looked older than what I remembered him being. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and he'd aged at least five years. With everything going on, I just didn't get the chance. With me moving to Canada from L.A and trying to get this new damn job of mine into some kind of organization, I had definitely been slack. I turned to hug him again, apologetic. I was also a little shy around him.

It had been so long, and I wasn't sure what to expect, whether he had changed, or perhaps even my opinion of him had changed. His height still scared me. He was still the tallest, biggest man I knew. When I hugged him, my face was always buried in his chest. This time when I hugged him I was near his armpit. I could smell his armpit and I breathed it in. It wasn't rancid, he smelled warm, like the sun. And he was still huge. I hugged him tightly again. Of course, there was more than just hugging that I wanted, but I didn't know how he felt about our last time together and what we were to each other. I felt him clear his throat.

"You're my sweet little thing...." I felt it vibrate all through his body when he spoke. I smiled into his armpit. "And I can't wait to taste that sweetness." He added quietly.

Ohh! My pussy throbbed harder and I felt myself grow wetter with the thought of his mouth on my cunt. He remembered! I pulled away and looked at him, my face shining.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"A coffee would be great."

"Are you staying long?"

"Maybe." Grandpa grinned. "It all depends."

I laughed, and wished that maybe one day you could come and stay with me too, the way he was doing.

"Good. Coffee it is!" I exclaimed and went into the kitchen to brew up a pot.

He followed me in and sat down at the kitchen table while I switched the kettle on. As I walked past to grab a coffee mug from the cupboard he grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto his lap.

"Come here you!" he snarled playfully.

I chuckled and wriggled about on his lap, pretending to want to get away.

He tightened his grip on my wrist. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in a hold which I knew I wouldn't have been able to get out of, even if I HAD wanted to.

I felt the surge of his erection through his beige cotton trousers. I had almost forgotten how immense his cock was, until I felt it twitch up against my bottom. I could feel the width of it against my ass cheeks, even through my jeans. I squirmed again, for real this time.

"Ohhh." He moaned, "You've missed that haven't you?" He said quietly, stroking my bare arm.

I nodded.

"You're horny as all hell."

"I just finished writing a letter to Daddy. It was about our last weekend together at home."

"He told me you were going there, but that's the last I heard."

"We had a great weekend." I cooed.

"I bet you did. But your Daddy doesn't own you!"

He rested his hand on my leg, and I felt it creeping higher to my thigh.

Then he began to stroke my pussy lightly as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Through the denim jeans I couldn't feel much but the thought of his hand and fingers playing there was incredible. My pussy began to throb harder and I felt the juices seep warmer between my legs. I spread my legs for him but it didn't help. He couldn't feel anything and neither could I. I could hardly breathe!

"I'm going to go and change."

"Good." He smiled.

I poured him his coffee and raced upstairs to change into something more 'accessible'. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, I was sweating. My hands were shaking. I was so excited and nervous, I couldn't believe that he was there, downstairs in my kitchen. I wondered if he would creep upstairs to watch me undress and change clothes. I wished he would. Mmm, that would have been so nice. To feel his eyes pressing on my naked pussy as I bent over for him.

I tried to send him a psychic message to come upstairs and take me, there and then. Push me down on the bed and fuck me until I was crying out for him to stop. I couldn't believe how horny I was. I had to stop myself from calling him upstairs. When I finally went back down again, I was wearing a short halter top, my favourite miniskirt - flared and black, so that when I moved it stroked around my thighs and ass nicely, and a pair of thin heels.

I'd put on a black G string just for him, too. Grandpa's favourite colour was black.

He groaned. "Oh that's much better."

"Something more comfortable," I joked,

I turned around for him, my skirt flying up as I spun. He saw the G string and the bare cheeks of my ass. He smiled widely.

"Yes, I think that's a great improvement."

"Did you drink your coffee?"

"Yes, dear."

I went to him and sat on his lap again.

"Good boy."

His hand slid up my thigh again, this time I could feel every stroke of his fingers on my leg. I sighed and closed my eyes from the pleasure of it.

"Ohhh I'm a very good boy."

His finger slid under my skirt, roaming lightly over my upper thigh, then between the fabric of my panties. I felt his touch slide between the lips of my pussy and he began to finger me casually. He played and tickled me then pulled his finger out and lifted it to his lips. I watched him lick the juice off his finger, then inhale the scent.

"Candy." He grinned.

I blushed a little bit and looked away.

"Are you going to show me to my room, now?"

I jumped off his lap and took his bag, then led him up the stairs into the only spare bedroom I had. It was dark and hadn't been used in about six months. I pulled open the blinds to let the sunlight shine through, opened up a couple of the windows to let the fresh air in. He sat down on the edge of the bed tiredly.

"I'm getting old, my little one." He sighed.

"Oh don't be silly, Grandpa! You'll never get old. You're the most amazing old guy I know."

He laughed as I leant on his knees.

"And if you do ever get old, do you think that will stop me? I'll come and visit you in the Home and ...."

I laughed and massaged his knees playfully. He grinned and grabbed my hands impatiently.

"Come on, finish that sentence."

"And....I'd make you cum three times a day."

"How would you do that?"

"Oh lots of different wonderful ways. I'd fuck you so nice they'd hear us through the whole place, and they'd all know you were getting some from the young sweet thing with the big tits."

He laughed.

"And I'd kneel between your legs and take your huge cock in my mouth and drink you into ecstasy."

"Mmmm. Show me."

I reached for the zipper on his trousers, pulled it down and undid them. He stared into my face and began to stroke my hair. The room grew quiet.

I could smell the sex on him already, his fingers smelled of cum. I knew he'd been jerking off with the thought of being here today, but I also knew one finger smelled of me. He slid those smelly fingers over my face and around my lips. He worked his index finger in between my closed lips and into my mouth and I could taste the saltiness of it on my tongue. He began to move his finger around inside my mouth and I sucked lightly on it.

His cock began to move again with the sensation of my soft tongue and warm mouth on his finger. His breathing grew a little heavier, I could hear him breathing through his nose. I reached into his trousers to pull his cock out. It was half-limp still in my hand, but once it was out in the open, I felt it shudder lightly between my hands. I stared at it hungrily, wanted it at it's full size.

I pulled his balls out and began to finger them playfully. His cock slowly turned upwards as his erection grew bigger and the head filled so that it finally became rock-hard. He slowly withdrew his finger from my sucking mouth. He wiped it over my cheeks and forehead, then began to fumble through my hair with his hands.

I studied his dick thoughtfully. It was at least nine inches in length and wider than anything I'd seen. I wondered how I would get this done. I'd done it before, so I knew I could do it again but it had been so long, and maybe I'd forgotten how. I began to stroke him up and down. He grew even longer and harder as I did, his bulbous purple head coming up to greet me.

I leaned in to kiss his cock. I kissed it lightly with my closed lips, then opened my mouth to it. I worked my hands up and down it, still unsure and uncertain about how I would get my lips around it. He grew impatient. I felt his hands shaking and trembling. He pushed up with his hips anxiously, eager to get his cock inside my throat.

"Let me fuck your little throat!" He ordered.

He pulled me in so I was hunched down around his cock and so that he had his arms over the back of my neck and my shoulders, pushing me down into him,

his hands pressed on my back, urging me down into his lap. I opened my mouth wider than I remember ever doing before, and painfully sucked his entire length into my mouth. It was big and my cheeks were filled instantly with his size. I felt my mouth stretching around the size of his cock. I rolled my tongue over the huge head. He jerked upwards and began to buck the entire length of his cock into my throat. It tasted like cum already and I wondered if he had smothered the shaft with his cum earlier so it would be like a candy bar to me.

I sucked and slurped, my breathing thick and labored. I tried to suckle him like I did with you, Daddy, but he was too big inside my mouth. It was all I could do not to pass out. I was gasping, fighting to get breath.

"You can't breathe can you" he gasped.

His cock gagged into the back of my throat and I tried to swallow it down.

He cried out as he felt my tongue pressed up against the underside. I moaned. He was hot and burning in my mouth. I could feel the massive wet head rubbing the back of my throat. I gagged again as my sore, juicy lips sunk down further onto the length of his huge dick.

He held my head down hard against his lap. I couldn't breathe. I was suffocating against him, the smell of his lap, the heat of his skin and flesh, the touch of his hairy groin in my face. I managed to suck and suck, working my mouth around his cock in ways I knew would get him to cum hard and fast. Finally he growled and I knew he was about to cum.

He shoved his cock upwards again, bucking like a crazed animal into my face. I felt cum filling my mouth and it began to spill out the sides of my lips. I swallowed harder on the head of his cock and forced the hot cum down my throat. It pulsed over and over down my throat, pouring upwards into my mouth, around my teeth. I swallowed and drank madly. His white juice was salty and hot as he pumped my throat and mouth with it.

I gulped it down, but then he suddenly lifted me up and pulled my mouth off of him so he could spurt cum onto my face. It flew over my mouth and gushed on my chin, then dripped down onto my breasts. He grabbed his own cock and pumped it up and down, trying to get more cum onto my face. It hung off my hair and dribbled down the side of my face. I looked up at him innocently and he looked as if he'd seen an angel. His expression softened and he finally fell back on the bed with an exhausted groan.

His cock was half hard again now. I leaned in to lick it lightly. I always enjoyed the touch of soft cock on my tongue. He jerked with the feel of my kiss. I moved and wiped my face with the bedspread. My knees hurt from kneeling, and I had carpet burn. I stood up, and my legs clicked and ached. I leaned over him and kissed his mouth sweetly. He kissed back, his tongue darting in to meet mine. We kissed for a second before I left him quietly, to clean myself up in the bathroom.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I went downstairs and I fixed some dinner.

I was still so excited that he was here. It was almost like you being here, Daddy. He was here to satiate me until you got here, I could deal with that. I knew you had sent him to me for the weekend because you couldn't come up alone yourself. You wanted your little girl happy and pleased.

Poor Grandpa, I knew he was spent, but I also knew that for a while at least that meant more fun for me. He came downstairs after dinner with the quilt from my bed and some massage oil. I looked up at him, surprised.

"Grandpa. Are you going to eat anything?"

He just smiled mysteriously and pretended he hadn't heard me. I watched him as he got the room organized. He laid the rug out on the floor in the lounge room. He came to get me as I sat at the table, my dinner uneaten.

Grandpa took my hand and led me over to the area near the television where he had the quilt laid out. He began to slowly undress me.

He started with my top, slipping it up and over my head. My bare breasts were now visible to him. He stared for a while and leaned in to kiss each one lightly. His old, hot tongue darted out to lick up each nipple, lapping at each one in busy motions. Then his mouth moved over the nipples and he began to suck them up between his hungry teeth. I tried to move my arms around him, but he was too tall. I loved the feeling of his height around me, towering over me. I felt his hard mouth moving around my nipples, eating and sucking them, rolling my breasts around in his mouth, then kneading them. I stood in front of him, silently, unable to speak, unable to move.

He knelt down in front of me and began to kiss my belly. I giggled, ticklish at the touch of his lips and tongue in my bellybutton. He licked around the little hole of my navel and dipped his tongue in, then out again. My stomach quivered and moved against his face as he licked and suckled at my flesh.

As he fucked my bellybutton with his tongue, he pulled my skirt down over my knees. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. I felt his hands roam down to my ass, rounding over the curvy cheeks, then pulling them open and his finger dancing up and down the crack of my ass lightly, pulling the string of my panties back over his fingers. I rested my hands on the top of his head. His hair was oily and dry, and totally grey. He was balding too, he had been for years.

I stroked his head lightly, then down over his ears and his wrinkled neck.

He licked the front of my G string, just over my pussy. I shivered delightfully. His fat tongue began to lick around my thighs as he kissed my panties. I pressed his head harder into my lap but he resisted. Finally he pulled the panties down and I stepped out of them, too. He grabbed them and pressed them into his face, inhaling the sweet honey scent on the material.

They were damp and he licked them. The sight of my Grandpa doing this made me wetter and I began to massage his shoulders eagerly to hurry him up.

He laid me down on the quilt and onto my stomach. My cheek pressed into the bedspread and I sighed in ecstasy. I finally felt the cool oil on my back, and he smothered it all over me. My shoulders, the back of my arms, my back, my spine, down to the curve of my hip and my bottom. Then down my legs to my ankles, and my feet, where he tickled me. His hands roamed all over my body, then he turned me over and did the same on the front of me.

I closed my eyes as I felt the wave of hard, hot stroking hands rubbing and caressing my breasts, my belly, my knees, my legs. But not my pussy.

He concentrated fully on my thighs, near my inner thighs, then up at my breasts again, circling his hands heavily around my tits and nipples. He massaged them into hard, sore mounds. His hands slid over them again and again, the slick grease on his skin was velvetty, making his touch out of this world. I leaned sideways a little bit. I moaned.

I opened my legs for him to try to hurry him again. But he wouldn't touch my drenched, throbbing cunt. I could smell my own cum in the room, as the smoky sweet scent filtered the air. He continued to massage my abdomen, then down to my thighs again. I was writhing on the ground by the time he had finished.

"Oh God, Grandpa, please." I moaned.

"Mmm?"

"Oh please, touch me."

"Is your little pussy throbbing?"

I nodded, and reached out blindly for him, but he pulled away from my advances.

"Show me."

I lifted my legs up and opened them for him. He knelt between my knees and stared. I looked down to see him looking at my wet, pulsing cunt. I groaned.

"Please!" I cried.

"Your cunt is so beautiful." He whispered.

He teasingly reached out to touch my knees, parting them a little wider. I growled unhappily, and my hands began to knead against the quilt underneath me. My body was craving his touch.

"Oh God..."

And then finally I felt his hands on my bottom. He held each cheek, and easily lifted my ass up so that my lower body was up off the ground. I could feel his breathing almost, cooling the wetness in my pussy. I leaned back and wrapped my knees around his neck and he lowered his mouth onto my dripping pussy.

The touch of his hard lips on my cunt, the scratchy unshaven stubble of his chin and cheeks, and his tongue licking me was unbearable. I began to rock up against his mouth harder and harder. His tongue reached deep into my cunt hole and his fingers played with my clit until I was almost screaming.

I felt the pressure of orgasm thumping up inside my belly. I knew I was going to cum, and harder than ever. I could feel it pushing up and growing tighter inside me. He began to tongue my clit, wrapping his mouth around it, his tongue licking up and down, all around it. He licked in circular motions around it, then lapped up and down the entire length of my cunt. He sucked in the juices, he inhaled as he sucked.




A Letter To My Dad Ch. 2



Grandpa wrapped his tongue around my clit again. He suctioned it up into his mouth, his lips biting down on it. His two thumbs pressed into my tight hole and began to fuck in and out. I grabbed his thumbs with my pussy muscles and he felt me motioning and moving, trying to suck his hands and his tongue deeper into my cunt.

My back arched and I threw my head back as my entire body filled with pleasure and absolute ecstasy. My cunt flooded with cum and I drenched his face in it. He lapped it up eagerly, drinking the hot, aching liquid with his thirsty mouth.

"More....!" He cried into my pussy, his throat thick and gurgling with my wetness. I felt the vibration of the word on my clit and I came again, my pussy spurting with sweet, thick hot cum. He yelled hungrily into my cunt as he drank me down.

"More!"

I pounded his face with my pussy and came again, uncontrollable with the idea of him greedy for me. My body was exhausted and empty by the time he had suckled every drop from me. He lowered me back on the quilt gently. I couldn't move. He came to lay beside me, then pulled me on top of his huge body, and I fell asleep against his chest, naked and wet against his clothes, the feel of his hand just holding my pussy gently as I slept.

When I finally woke up, my whole body was sore and aching. I was in a daze, still sleepy, still half-dreaming but I was aware of a delicious aching. My back was hard on the ground and something was on top of me, a heavy weight.

When my eyes finally focused, I realized Grandpa was fucking me rampantly while I was sleeping. He covered my eyes when he realized I was awake, and I was blinded by his hand.

He was assaulting my body with a fervor I didn't know he had. It rocked through me, his cock bashed up into my cunt and belly. He grabbed my legs and wrapped one around his hips, widening my pussy and ramming me deeper. I gasped and moaned. He came inside me quickly, then pulled out, and sat back, lettting his cock spurt the rest over my naked stomach and breasts.

I loved it a little rough with him, and let him. I smeared the cum over my breasts to give him something to lick off later.

He groaned as he stood up and went to the bathroom. I wrapped the quilt around me and followed him to the bathroom. I was reminded of when you, my darling Dad, and I were in the bathroom at home. You had me on the floor, sucking my cunt into pleasure, while the shower washed us both into a warm stupor. Mmmm, I wanted to relive that pleasure. Grandpa turned on the shower and I sat on the side of the bath in the quilt, to watch him shower.

"I hope you don't mind that, sweetheart." He said as he smothered his old body in soap. "I just couldn't help myself. I was hoping you wouldn't wake up and find me doing that."

"I don't mind."

I stared at his body as the soap began to layer his skin with white suds.

"Have you ever gone rough?" He asked.

"A couple of times."

"How rough?"

"Daddy likes it sweet and rough. Pretend."

Grandpa smiled.

"I thought he might. So do I. I like to see my little girl cum."

He lathered his hands up with the soap and began to wash his cock clean. He stroked it up and down, rubbing it with the soap. It grew hard again, even after the orgasm just minutes before. I was astounded by his sex drive and his stamina. When I looked up at him, he was watching me watching him.

He liked to see my reaction, and I knew it turned him on to see me watching him hungrily.

"You like Grandpa's cock?" He asked.

I nodded.

He rubbed himself quicker and I watched again as his cock grew harder. It filled up and grew rock-hard, finally resting in a solid, upward position.

The water splashed down around it, washing off the soap so that it was clean and rigid.

"What do you like about my cock, sweetheart?"

"Well, it's huge. And it feels good. Tastes great."

"What does it feel like?"

"Mmmm, always hard and warm. And you know how to fuck me to make me cum."

He stared intensely and moaned as he continued to rub himself lightly.

That wasn't fair, I wanted some! I threw the quilt off of me and went over to him, stood beside him.

I began to rub his cock with him, my hand on his. I felt his fingers against mine, as we rubbed. He closed his eyes. I smiled, knelt down on the cold, wet bathroom tiles. I began to lick the underside of it, from the base to the tip. It tasted clean this time, and slick with the water. He lifted me up before my mouth could open up wide and take him.

"I want you to have a shower and get dressed. I want to take you out." He announced.

I was distracted by his huge cock, and tried to fondle it lightly but he grabbed my wrists to stop me. "Where?"

"I'm not sure yet. Come on, your turn."

He left me in the shower to get clean and went to get dressed, his hard cock sticking right out. I watched as he walked away, my pussy beginning to throb again with the idea of him inside me. What a sight, seeing my gorgeous old Grandpa and his huge erection walk away.

We spent the day at the zoo. It was pretty nice. It was fun getting lost and eating so much candy we both felt sick. It was fun running around acting like a ten year old with all the other ten year olds with their Grandpas. Except the other Grandpa's were all looking at us with expressions of blatant envy and lust. I grabbed his hand and would try to get him to touch me. Right there, right out in public! You know what I'm like, Dad, LOL. When I want something. But not Grandpa. He'd get shy and pull away, angrily. But then, when we were in a secluded area, he would grab me from behind and start pushing his huge cock against my back, rubbing up against me. He'd slide his hand between my legs and start to play there gently.

By the time we got home, we were both horny as hell. I opened the door and fell inside, carrying him with me. His cock was already out of his jeans, and I was rubbing him eagerly. I pressed up against him, rubbing his dick impatiently and he stumbled a little bit against me, then pushed me away with a moan.

"I need a beer. Get me a beer."

I whined.

"Go."

I pouted and went into the kitchen. He followed me and sat down, tiredly, his cock was sticking straight up coming from his opened trousers. I stared at it. His breathing was labored again. I gave him his cold beer, and sat down on his lap, facing him. My legs were on either side of his chair, and I could feel his hard dick pressed up full and naked against my panties. I cupped his face in my hand.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded.

"You excite me too much. You get your old Grandpa so horny, my cock can't take it."

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He kissed me back, slowly. A long, light, delicious kiss which was sweet and lovely. He grabbed his beer and took a swig before he kissed me again. I could taste it on his tongue when we kissed.

"I'll be gentle with you then." I promised.

We kissed for a while, and I grew wet with the luscious kisses. The feel of his lips on mine, and his tongue slick and oily against mine, the taste of his old mouth inside mine. I moved up on his lap and pulled the cotton panties aside. I positioned my warm pussy over the head of his cock and slowly moved down on it.

"Ohhhh!" He pressed back in the chair, frozen and still holding the beer, but unable to drink.

I lifted myself up again then moved down on his cock again, riding him ever so slowly. Each time he got deeper inside my wet, swollen pussy. Each time I felt him deeper and deeper.

"Just sit there." I whispered. "Feel my little pussy eating your cock up."

He closed his eyes and groaned.

"Deeper and deeper I'm taking your cock all the way inside me."

"Sweetie, please," he whispered back.

"Mmm?"

"Ohh please....don't. I can't breathe.."

"You want me to stop?"

".....No...."

I rode him slowly, so slowly it was agony to him. My cunt milked his cock skillfully. He grabbed my breast and started to maul it, kneading it, pulling it, massaging with his heavy hand. I pulled my shirt off and he moved his face in toward me, eating my nipples suddenly with a starved mouth.

I grabbed his head and pulled him into me as I fucked him up and down on the kitchen chair. He grunted and pushed up with his hips. He slid down in the chair a little as I began humping him harder. He held his head back and I took pleasure in watching his tired, agonized face twisted with grief and the agonizing feelings of orgasm. He pressed the beer bottle lip down between us, pressing it between my clit and his hand. Each time I pounded down on him, I could feel the icy cold smoothness of the glass rim. It stroked my clit and I felt the pangs of orgasm beginning to wind me up harder and faster.

I threw myself down on him wanting his cock harder inside me, wanting the pressure on my clit quicker and deeper. I cried out and grabbed his neck.

He shot his load into me so quickly I wasn't prepared. I kept fucking him longer and longer. I knew he was softening but I couldn't stop. Thinking quickly, he moved his hand under my cunt and began to play with my clit. I felt his soft cum oozing from me and I began to cum too. His cock fell out of me, but he replaced it with his huge hand.

I took his fingers and palm into me, all the way to his wrist. I could feel his whole fist inside me as I came. I fucked his hand harder, feeling his fingers reaching up inside my cunt, getting so deep in me it felt strange.

I imagined he could reach right up into me through my cunt and grab hold of my pounding heart.

He reached out to cover my mouth with his other hand as I reached orgasm. He held his hand over my mouth and muffled my wet, salivating cries.. I gripped hold of his shoulders and climaxed hard. It smothered and filled my body in absolute ecstasy. I felt tears in the corners of my eyes and I fell against his chest, almost lost in his entire body.

"Now come to bed." He whispered.

At first I couldn't move, but then when I began to feel his fingers moving around inside my cunt, I knew he still had his hand inside me. He pulled out and cum dripped over his arm and wrist. I kissed him deeply and madly and quickly got off of him as we moved to the bedroom.

We stood in the doorway for a moment, and I began to lick his hand off. He held it out to me, watching me tongue his arm clean. He'd had already cum inside me once, quietly though. I knew it hadn't been an intense orgasm. I wanted him to cum loudly and with the best climax of his life. I sucked on his wrist, on his fingers. I sucked my cum off of him and he kissed me. He could taste the hot, exotic salty sweetness of myself on my mouth. I felt his tongue licking around my teeth, then suddenly delving down my throat thirstily. I didn't touch him.

He knew what he wanted. His cock was semi-hard again but his body was beginning to grow hornier and more in demand of what he wanted. The chair fuck had just been a warm-up. A preparation of what was to come. He was out of control and threw me hard on the bed. This was it, this was what I wanted! He fell on me, and pried my legs apart. I felt his hand on my clit, stroking my pussy, as his cock rammed inside me deeply.

I cried out in bliss.

"What do you want?" He growled.

"I want your cock inside me."

"Say it."

"Ohhh Grandpa, fuck me."

He cried out again, with the sound of his grand daughter begging to be fucked.

"Fuck my little pussy with your huge cock. Grandpa..... ohh God, Grandpa!"

He pushed my arms over my head on the pillow and pinned them down. I couldn't move, and I struggled, but he rose up off the bed and started to fuck me deeper and deeper. His other hand bruised my breasts.

"You're hurting me!" I gasped.

He fucked me up harder.

"Tell me..."

"It hurts! I can't!"

With every word, he pounded me harder. His hand heavy on my wrists kept me in one position. He threw my legs up and apart, then crashed down on top of me again, ramming me more forcefully.

His cock was huge inside me, I could hardly bear his size. He swelled up in my tight pussy and started to throb. I thought I could feel every ridge in his mammoth cock, every vein pulsing inside when he thrust deep. I was so wet, it was a slick thrusting movement in and out. I felt myself cumming even before he reached orgasm. He kissed my mouth deeply and a stream of cum burst from my cunt around his cock, slicking him up and down with my juices.

He looked down at his spent grand daughter beneath him on the bed. My face was ruddy and covered in his wet kisses. He fucked me up deeper and harder, and came in a torrent of groaning. He yelled out my name in a thick, gurgled voice. He rubbed his cock inside my sore cunt, fucking me deeper and deeper. He grew rough and hard as I felt his cock explode in me, filling me up from inside. He finally fell on me hard, exhausted.

He lay there on top of me. I enjoyed the weight of his body on mine. His cock was still inside me. I felt fulfilled. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. Finally he moaned and rolled off of me, to lay beside me on the bed.

A stream of cum spilled out of my pussy. I sighed deliriously.

He touched my pussy with his hand, just a gentle, firm touch. I kissed his mouth, our tongues familiar and wet against each other. We both fell asleep, together again. I could feel the cool wetness of his cum all over my pussy and belly. I fell asleep against him again.

When I finally woke up, Grandpa had gone. His things had gone. I was a little bit disappointed that he had left without a goodbye kiss, but I knew that I would see him again. So I'm sitting here, Daddy, and my whole body is so sore and exhausted. I can hardly think straight, just remembering my weekend with Grandpa.

Ohh Daddy, what a weekend.

I am the luckiest girl in the world to have my two favourite men love me so much.

Come visit me soon, Dad.

Love, me XXX



A Letter to my Ex-Wife, Selina



Sent to my ex-wife, on my honeymoon cruise - my ending to Selina28's A Letter to my Husband, Mark

http://www.literotica.com/s/a-letter-to-my-husband-mark

A cheating wife humiliates her husband, and runs off with her lover on the Valentine Cruise her husband had paid for. She writes him a 'loving' letter, explaining the situation. Of course, she expects everything to be fine with her new cuckold husband when she returns.

In this short tale, the husband replies. 

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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Dear Selina,

I hope this letter finds you feeling better. I understand that they will be letting you out of the hospital soon. You need to know I can't be there, as much as I'd love to be. 

I know it's been a while, well over a year now, but I want to thank you for all you did for me, when we were together. I truly loved you. Loved you to distraction, and I wanted more than anything else to make it work. I never expected our lives to end up like this. I loved you, and as painful as it is to admit it, I still do. I miss you all the time. Not the 'you' at the end of our time together, but the woman I fell in love with and married. 

Of course I was aware of your affair with my rival. Not at first, I'll admit, but 'men' like Steven can't help but brag. Even in an office like mine, there are people who understand that if someone like him will go after one man's wife, none are safe. His final email and phone calls to my co-workers were the icing on the cake.

My last-ditch effort to save our marriage, our Valentine's Day date, was difficult for me. I was willing to overlook your failings. You're only human, and we're all flawed. None of us are perfect. Certainly not you. I had hoped my effort to whisk you away and renew our love would also keep you away from the fallout from your lover's downfall. Your lover. Even now, 16 months later, those words are painful to write.

Once you abandoned me to be with him, I was distraught. I sought solace with our family, and spent time with them. They tried to make me see. They fought hard to convince me that they knew you better than I did. They understood you, and I needed to embrace the future, and accept reality. There was nothing to save. You didn't love me. You were nothing but a lying cheating disgusting whore. I know the words seem harsh, but they're not mine, they are your mother's. I could never say such things about you, you were my wife. My one true love, as weak as you were.

I read your words, and understood. It wasn't your fault. You'd never willingly cheat on me. It was an accident, circumstances, seduction by an experienced cad, only sex, meaningless. I knew for certain you'd return to me. You sacrificed yourself just to talk to me, after all. I do understand, my darling. Completely. Your words are etched me in my brain. 'I will never cheat on you again.' 'I promise.' The same words we toasted to, before you took him back into our bed, and left on the cruise with him. You're weak, I understand. I need to be strong enough for both of us.

If you were only by my side, my love muffin, I would hold you to that promise, while our lives returned to what they should be, to the future we deserve. If only you were here. 

Damn, how I miss you!

If you haven't been keeping up with your lover's trial, he was found guilty of those charges of dealing in child pornography. The evidence they had on him was incontrovertible. What kind of moron leaves kiddy porn on his home and office computers? DVDs hidden in his closet. Filthy, sickening, perverted pictures under his mattress, covered with his own disgusting dried semen. (I thought that was a rather creative detail, don't you, my love?) 

Apparently there was even a history of his chatting on kiddy porn sites, starting in mid-January, coincidentally only a few days after he started bragging around the office about banging a new married slut. Oddly, he tried to argue that he was with you on those occasions, while the computer logs clearly showed he was diving deep into online hell, trying to purchase time with a nine year old boy. The thought disgusted me, but the email trail is there. Unfortunately you couldn't be found to corroborate his lying alibi, and my home videos which may or may not have corroborated his allegations, weren't common knowledge. Besides, those are precious to me, the last images I have of you, and I would never share them with anyone.

In case you hadn't heard, he's doing five years hard time. Rumor has it he won't last five months. For some reason, the people in jail don't cater to pedophiles. Nobody has a problem with a 'man' stealing another man's wife, but when he fucks around with minors, they take exception. Word is, anonymous letters were sent to numerous people at the jail, outlining his disgusting deeds. It's funny how a simple email can cause so much trouble. You live by the sword, you get ass-fucked by the sword of a guy named Tyrone. And the 23 members of his gang. At least that's the rumor.

I did pay him a visit in jail, a few months ago. He didn't look good. I guess he thought it would make him look tough, to get prison tattoos. He has two that I could see. A penis etched into his forehead. That and an arrow on this cheek, pointing toward his mouth. Underneath it says 'BBC HERE'. I wonder what BBC means? I don't suppose you do, Selina my love?

I told him there were no hard feelings. I hoped he enjoyed the second vacation I'd arranged for him, and thanked him for his efforts in getting me promoted. For some reason he wasn't pleased with me. I'm sorry he feels that way. I hope he truly beats expectations and survives the full five years. It would be a shame if he couldn't enjoy his time to the fullest.

I should thank you both. Your letter, the phone messages on the recorder, and the your lover's email to the office were of great help when your father insisted I file against him and the firm. The fact that our boss promoted him, after seeing him fucking another employee's wife, didn't go over well. Combine that with covering for his office pornography and pedophilia, and you can imagine that the founder, a devout Christian, wasn't happy. Not happy at all. His look when he found out who was representing me was something I'll always treasure. I had no idea your father was such a respected lawyer. In the end, I accepted my boss's job when he was let go, and let them pay me off. It was only a quarter million, but the new job does come with double the pay, a large private window office, a company car, an extra week's vacation, stock options, and best of all, Donna.

Donna is everything a man could hope for in a personal assistant. Tall, pretty, slender, intelligent, compassionate, and very accommodating to my needs. Very. As in I had to get a bigger desk that she could fit under better. It was custom made and worth every penny.

Is she prettier than you? I guess that's hard to say. I'm certain any neutral observer would see the two of you, and tell me it's obvious. Her amazing tits, deliciously thin waist, bubble ass, and those incredible legs that go on forever, are all things that any red-blooded male would drool over. But I see things differently. Through the eyes of love. You're the love of my life, and so what if she's thinner, prettier, sexier, and younger? She's not you.

I still miss you. When I gaze down at her, on her knees, hoovering my blue-veined custard chucker like it's the most precious thing in the world. I think of you. How I wish you were there. How I'd love to have you with me, watching her suck my 'tiny pecker', all six inches into her mouth, down her throat. Sucking me dry, before carefully neatening up my clothing in preparation for my next conference meeting. She's the perfect assistant, and travels with me now. A 27 year old, Summa Cum Laude Ivy League college graduate. You almost graduated high-school, didn't you my love? With Donna by my side, in the last year my career has taken off. I'm the Golden Boy, and can do no wrong. Sweet Donna makes sure the gold is well polished. Daily.

I have not fired any of the people who found my personal humiliation enjoyable. I'm not petty like that. They are doing their best to make it up to me. That will be very difficult of course. Any chances of their ever seeing another promotion, raise or bonus are pretty slim. You reap what you sow. I wouldn't call it revenge, I think of it as karma.

I'm not sure why they're trying so hard to get on my good side. It could be the fact that the bastard who they were laughing with is now a pin-cushion for a prison gang. Perhaps it is that you disappeared without a trace, or that I recovered rather quickly to all appearances. Only you and I know that recovery is a facade. Sure, there are a lot of women showing a great deal of interest in me, and I have no problem finding a date any night of the week. Overnight dates mostly. I hear the rumor that I'm trying to get you out of my system. We know that's impossible, you'll forever be a part of me. It had nothing to do with getting it out of my system. It was just sex. Damn good sex, but meaningless without you by my side. It was a phase I was going through. I've stopped dating now, and I've moved on. As much as I could without my love in my life, where you belong.

I'm not a vengeful man, you know that. Still, it's difficult to get past some of my ex-co-worker's, now subordinate's, actions.

Except for Janice. You remember Janice, your best friend, who covered for you and my rival? Perhaps there's still a future for her, working under me. She's extremely penitent. She's found a very fitting way to apologize. A way that I wish she had shared with you. If that fateful Valentine's Day, you had apologized like she does, things might have turned out differently. At least for you, your erstwhile lover had already dug his own grave.

On her weekly Wednesday night apologies, she cooks us a light dinner, then retreats to our bedroom. Our bedroom, Selina. The place that should have been yours and mine, forever. You sullied it, and Janice, in her loving wisdom understands, and is trying to make it right. Of course none of the furniture is the same, and the new, heavy duty four-poster bed has certain advantages. Janice is determined to show me those advantages as each hump-day we explore new experiences, involving those four posts, and a surprisingly large amount of rope and toys. 

When I have her tied down, riding her ass mercilessly, I have to confess I still think of you. Wishing you were with us. I could tie you down like her, naked, helpless, and let you learn. Watch the way my 'tiny pecker' does the chocolate-cha-cha, making her scream out. The way you could be screaming, watching while Janice and I perform our Greek theater for you. If only you could be there, Selina. 

I've forgiven Janice. Fourteen months of twice a week penance earned her that much. She still stops by now and then, to help me out, cook dinner perhaps, and to remind me not to be too harsh to you. I can't believe I still have to reassure her. I could never be harsh to you. My first true love. I want nothing more than to welcome you back home.

As for your personal situation, I'm sorry about the confusion. I really did want us to get away from everything, and work things out. I know you love me, as much as I love you. Exactly as much as I love you. I thought a vacation alone, just the two of us, in an exotic locale would be the answer to our problems. Get away from the rat race, and as far as possible from your lover, the cancer in our marriage. 

I honestly planned to meet you in Phuket, that jewel of Asia, on the Thailand coast. How could I know that I would be called in to work, to take over Asshole's accounts, when the Feds picked him up? Of course I had to accede to their requests. I'm the sole bread-winner in our family, and our future depends on my ability to earn a living. Losing my job would have been disastrous. You understand, don't you?

I imagine that you might have been upset, stuck there. I had forgotten, I swear, that I had the return tickets, and should have thought to send you yours. I assure you, it was an accident that it slipped my mind. I was just so busy, doing both my job and the my one time rival's. I had completely forgotten how I'd closed out the credit cards and emptied the bank accounts, in my momentary pique, after you left me to go on that cruise. It was never my intention to leave you stranded half-way around the world, penniless. Not you, my love. You must understand that. My life is incomplete without you.

I'm sorry I wasn't home to answer your desperate pleas for assistance. I was visiting with your family, explaining the situation, and showing them your letter and the videos I had. They were very kind and consoling, despite their own pain, learning the type of child they'd raised. Your sister was especially so. I always liked her. A lot like you, only younger, prettier, and without the soul of a slut. At least not a public slut.

Your baby sister was angry with you. I knew it was temporary, but you understand, I'm sure. It was Anna who took your call, and promised you help. I didn't know her idea of help was mailing you a quarter, and telling you to call someone who cared. I would never condone that! It was several days later when she finally confessed her actions to me. She figured you needed to be taught a lesson, and would pass on your plea to the parents by the end of the week. I was perturbed with her, but went along with her plan. She's like a little sister to me. A hot, sexy, little sister. You know I can't say no to her. Nobody can understand that better than you, after your time with your lover. We all have our weaknesses. 

I'm sorry I didn't stand up to her, and contact you immediately. How could we possibly know you'd fall in with a bad crowd, after only a few days there?

Imagine my surprise when Angelic Anna brought a bottle of wine to my room, insisting I tell her the whole story. While we sat in the bath tub, sharing a single glass, I unloaded on her. Verbally I mean. It wasn't until later she assisted me with any other unloading. She was sympathetic, and compassionate. She reminded me of you in so many ways. Her sweet tits are amazing, not that much larger than yours, with perfect hard nipples, and it's not your fault hers are so much firmer. She is nine years younger than you after all. Her hips fit my hands as yours once did, smooth soft cheeks, much like yours once were, I imagine, probably before I met you. 

Your sister loves you, Selina. Even now, more than a year later, she's fighting for our marriage, something you wouldn't do. She provides a compelling oral argument. Even better than Donna, if I have to tell the truth. I think she helped me understand our issues better. Our lovemaking, yours and mine, wasn't what I wanted, and it seems you wanted more as well. If only we could have talked about it, discussed it, experimented, tested our boundaries. Anna showed me how we should have behaved, releasing the inner slut, but just for us. If only you were here, my love. To see how hard and relentlessly she fights for us. There's nothing she wouldn't do to fix things. At least nothing I've been able to find out so far, and God knows I've tried. She's even brought her sorority sisters over to prove it. 

Why couldn't you be there for me, sweet wife? Why did you have to destroy what we had? It could have been you there with us, as I lined up the girls side by side, playing 'Guess the Pussy'. All that firm young flesh, naked and willing, their valley of love awaiting my exploration. Instead of an unfeeling blindfold, you could have covered my eyes with your loving hands, as I took a turn inside of each co-ed's fur chalice, until I finally filled one, to be shared by all. You could have shared, drinking from that chalice. How I wish you could have, I would have insisted you had the first shot. Perhaps you could even have helped ready me for round two, holding my hand like we used to when we first started dating, while sweet Anna suckled my sword.

I'm ashamed to say, that all the time spent being consoled, I forgot about you being away. If you had only called me again, I'm sure we could have worked things out, found a way to get you home, back by my side where you belong.

Imagine my surprise when the police showed up after a couple of weeks. I'm not sure who reported you missing, I think it may have been your lover's attorney, looking for an alibi from you. Anna met them in my favorite outfit of hers, before putting on a robe to make herself presentable. I was surprised by their questions, and concerned, as you must imagine. When you hadn't contacted me again, I figured surely you were with your wonderful lover, my rival with the massive cock, since he was out on bail. Once I showed them the letters and videos, and Anna confirmed that I spent the weekend of your arrival up-state with the family, they offered their condolences. Condolences? I didn't want condolences! I wanted my loving wife back, there beside me. Well maybe not beside me, Anna was there after all, but in our home! 

They showed up again, to update me. They had found out you'd traveled to Thailand, on a ticket purchased on your credit card. There was no evidence of you coming back into the country. You had purchased a round-trip ticket, and they figured that it was your choice not to return. The case was closed, but not my heart. You hadn't returned. 

Why didn't you return? Didn't you love me anymore? Was I replaced that easily?

I tried to find you. You must believe me. My love for you still burned strong. Twice I called the embassy in Bangkok. I even sent a letter to the consulate in Chiang Mai. I sent them a picture of you, begging them to be on the lookout. You know the picture, the one that your lover had sent to certain people at the office, including our boss. It was the most recent after all. It didn't occur to me that the look on your face during one of those incredible orgasms you like to remind me of, was not truly representative of you.

I would have come in person to search for you, if only I'd known you needed me, and hadn't found a replacement for your pedophile lover. If I could have gotten away, of course. As you imagine, my new responsibilities keep me very busy. 

It saddens me to think how close I was, when I took your sister Anna and her college roommate Erica with me on our vacation to New Zealand. While I was indulging my whims, upon the nubile bodies in our five star resort, you were working in a brothel a few hundred miles away. If only I had known. I might have paid you a visit.

I am glad your parents were able to pay off your debt to your keepers, and get you into a hospital, to start treating you for the diseases you picked up, during your adventure. I hope and pray you've finally gotten your need for a massive cock out of your system. 

As I said, I won't be able to pick you up. I'm on a cruise for the next few weeks. Yes, it is true, we are divorced now. I'm sorry about that. I thought you'd abandoned me, and the courts were quick to agree. Of course there's no alimony, since there was no way to determine your wages vs. mine, and our property has been split 50/50. I should admit, there was little to share. During my recovery from the pain of your leaving me, I managed to spend nearly everything we have, including all the equity in our home. There is an account in your name, with the $324 you have coming. 




A Letter to my Ex-Wife, Selina



Even now, after all that's happened, I miss you. Anna sends her love, and wants me to assure you there will always will be a place for you in our lives. We both love you, and always will. I need you, Selina. I miss you. I hope that you'll do the right thing, and come back to me.

I've prepared a guest room, decorating it as I dream you'd want it. I saved our old bed, and moved it in there, since I imagine it may hold fond memories for you. I never had the heart to do anything with it, so it's just as you left it, after your Valentine's Day meeting with my ex-rival. 

Anna and I both know nobody could care for the child we're expecting more than you. You were always a great housekeeper, and a wonderful cook. Sweet Anna, who I love to death, is lousy at both. We rarely have time for that anyway. She is finishing her Master's Degree, and of course I have my work. The time we have together, we spend further exploring the ways we can ensure that she and I never incur the shortcomings that my marriage to you fell prey to, my darling Selina. I won't allow that to happen. If that means hours spent every night, reconfirming our sexual compatibility and loving intimacy, I'm willing to do that. So is Anna.

Come home, my love. In a couple of weeks. Be there for me, for us, when I return. I know you'll never cheat on me again. That would be a felony, unless your partner has the same incurable diseases you have. You and I may not be married, but we are soul mates. I'm eager to share my life with you again. Do all the things I've imagined over the last year. Alright, not all of them. Not with Donna, or Janice, or even most of the sorority sisters. Anna and I are exclusive now, mostly, with only a very few exceptions. She just can't say no to her old roommate for some reason, but I'm understanding. We talk about it, as you and I should have. No surprises, no humiliation. So yes, Erica pays the occasional visit. She and your cousin Teri, who's going through a hard time right now. Oh yeah, and Donna, but only when Anna can't accompany me on travel. 

So the watching, the sharing, will only have to be with those four. I want you to see what I've learned, to share the experience with me, even though there's no way I can ever be with you again. Even without your diseases, Anna forbids it.

And you know I can't say no to her. I can't tell her what to do, or what not to do. I'm sure you understand. As I recall, you had similar issues.

Come home to me, Selina. Be a part of my life. I miss you and want to be with you. A reminder of what we had and what we lost. A warning to Anna and me of what we could lose. I miss your cooking, and the family room's a mess. Maybe you could get the house key from Mom, and take care of that before we get back. I've got a whole lot of shirts that could use ironing. I can't remember the last time we had the windows cleaned. My new BMW could use detailing, Anna's Mercedes the same. There are so many, many ways I need you Selina. The past is the past. Come home.

I can handle it. 

Your Loving ex-husband and brother-in-Law, Mark.



A Letter To My Fuck-Toy



Making Her Mine: The Idea of It All

Part 1: Submission – Blindfold 

Fuck-Toy is taken to a sheltered apartment, quietly led through the stairs and is undressed by the look in her Masters’ eyes. She is wearing her proper uniform, only her heels, a collar and leash, and the waist chain, under the tan topcoat tied with the sash of the garment. Her pussy is shaved, and her nipples are erect, as she has traveled to dinner and to a pornographic theater in this state of near nudity. Since she slipped into his Cadillac her pussy has been self-lubing since they began driving and she has tried very hard to avert her eyes from him.

Her Master is wearing a black suit and a black silk collar-less shirt. He tells her to begin by licking his shoes, and pulls her face to the floor, setting one foot on the back of her head, using his toe to control her placement about the opposite shoe. As she laps at the leather, he begins removing his clothing, his blazer and the shirt slip off and onto the floor next to her. From there he orders her to lie on her back and play with her pussy, and notices that she is already wet. When he sees this, the Master tells his Fuck-Toy to just watch him undress and hold her thighs apart, pulling the ankles and letting his gaze fall on her pussy and ass hole. 

She does this, watching his flaccid cock rise slowly, and become engorged with boiling cum creeping through the veins and out of the heavy, full scrotum. Her pussy begins to bubble and froth, making more juices appear at the surface, creating a slippery sheen on the mound of the pussy lips. The clit shines like a shiny marble at the top of her slick pussy lips. Her Master pulls out a black mask, putting that on, and telling her to get on her hands & knees, over the bed. She tries standing, but he tells her to stay on her hands & knees, and leads her over with the leash, tugging and keeping his pace faster than hers’. She is nervous, noticing his cock bouncing and becoming harder with each jump of his muscular thighs. He tells her to place her hands on the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress and begins stroking her hair and back, the goose bumps spotting her smooth soft skin. Without warning, a fast pal slaps her ass, making the round soft flesh jump and jiggle with the impact. Fuck-Toy is frightened and excited, and feels the collar tugging her delicate flesh under the chin and making her gasp with fear as he controls her pleasure. 

But she is still gasping and moving with the volatile explosions occurring in the pit of her stomach, and leaking gently out of her pussy with slippery sexual syrup. She expels a soft moan, biting her lip to keep control of her emotions, and to keep her Master from knowing how much pleasure she received at that moment. She knew if he knew, he’d stop, treat her nicely, and give her the most boring sex she knew existed on the planet. As she thought about this, her pussy felt a slim invader crack the fissure of her lips, entering her slowly and with delicate gestures. 

The finger began pumping her slowly, making her squirm and gasp…then it exited her just as quickly. She mewled like a kitten, and her Master moved behind her, slipping a silk blindfold over her eyes, covering them and making the room and her place with her Master dark again. He hisses at her, remind her who is in charge of the relationship, and begins to spread her knees, opening her more to him as her skin rubs on the carpeting of the bedroom. The pain is exquisite, and she is calm, the eye of a storm, of pleasure and pain. Another fast slap! –And she is calm, whimpering with the fear of what might not occur. 

Two orgasms had slipped through her body, and she needs more. She feels his beefy fingers sliding over her round, flaring hips; grasping them gently and making his cock lewdly bounce under her clit and the dripping pussy lips. Another breath, and she feels the cock slipping over the outer lips of her pussy, making itself a home in here silky tunnel. The helmeted head breaks past her swampy surface, entering her and making her smile with the initial fucking from her Master. She feels his hot, steaming breath on her shoulders, making her nervous and excited at the same time. Another bit, and the cock fills her sexpot again, making her warm and tingling with need and desire. 

Part 2: Subjugation – Sodomy

Fuck-Toy is feeling the cock riding her delicious pussy and making the meat thicker and longer, as her Master humps her harder and deeper. She is happy that her Master is happy, because that is what she lives for now. His cock is sunk deep into her pussy, her fingers gripping the edge of the mattress, her face contorted with pleasure and pain. Her Master has been pulling her clit with sharp, gripping tugs, his fingers wrapped around the clit, trying to rip it away from her body. When the elasticity is at it’s maximum, and Fuck-Toy is whimpering, her Master let’s it go, then grips her hips, riding her like a saddled beast. 

She can feel the cock growing fatter and thicker inside her body, the veins being squeezed uncontrollably by the hypersensitive pussy. But he’s not happy; her Master is seeking a new pleasure, and that would be in the tiny ring over her delicious dripping gripping pussy: her rosebud of an asshole. She has fear quelling in her tummy; that’s been unexplored for a while, and already her Master’s cock is bloating and growing bigger with each stroke inside her swollen, wet pussy. She grinds back, trying to unintentionally make him cum inside her. 

But a fast hand wrapped in her hair keeps her from trying to fuck him again. Fuck-Toy gasp, her nipples aching to be touched as the ride in mid-air, hard as diamonds and tasty as freshly picked cherries. A quick hand hits her terrified young ass, the smooth round cheek jumping, and her knees moving to almost leave the floor. A bite made her return to the small apartment where her Master had lead her for his pleasure; he whispered in her ear that she should begin begging for the exquisite pleasure of the approaching sodomizing. 

Fuck-Toy began shifting, her body convulsing, fear and pleasure taking over her body. A bit of leakage began seeping through the folds of her pussy, and her Master took this as a sign of her pleasure in being opened anally. His humping of her pussy continued at a faster pace, more slippery love juices from Fuck-Toys pussy smearing the rigid, throbbing cock without ever a thought as to why he was lubing his cock with her juices.

She was panting and gasping and smiling and whimpering all at the same time. But this was not her right as a Slave, as a Fuck-Toy...only to derive pleasure once her Master had taken his pleasure, so long as she asked permission. He whispered for her to ask for an ass fucking and the words suddenly rose in her throat and exited her lips. Her perverted Master told her to now beg for it, and she began whimpering, crying and making a shameful disgrace of herself, crooning her Master into slipping his cock deep in the recess of her asshole. 

A breath passed and her pussy was now gaping with an emptiness and need; her clit was pulled and twisted again, and she felt the stirring of her stomach, the orgasm just another touch away. It did not matter if the touch was brutal or loving: it was the touch, the contact she needed, and that would be everything for her pleasure and satisfaction. Without notice the cock head hit the rosebud of her crinkled asshole, sitting at the dark, forbidden entrance. Fuck-Toy felt her Master there, opening her slowly, prolonging the agony and uncontrollable pleasure. 

She wanted to push back on her knees, letting the cock slip deep into the recess of her untouched asshole, and tell him to fuck her harder and deeper and quicker. But she knew if she did, she’d never see him again. She held her breath, calming down, waiting patiently, and seeking the pleasure of this touch and warm, intrusive fuck. Then without warning the cock pulled at the outer ring of her asshole, making the exit an entrance as her Master plowed into her like a tank rolling over a small house. The cock entered her without a single slowing, nor did it stop till the balls of her Master flapped against her clit, the rhythm a solid answer as to how Fuck-Toy’s asshole was to be ridden: quickly, like a pussy. 

She grimaced as the cock proceeded to bang her senseless, fucking the opening brutally. She felt an inner calm as the brown-eye was battered senseless, the opening jumping and opening with the intrusion of her Master’s desire for her body; every sense, every touch, every part and every opening is now his, not hers. His fingers stabbed into her hips, as the fucking became more creative, the cock spinning in the opening of her ass fucking. 

Fuck-Toy felt the first, then the second, and suddenly a third orgasm making her face contort and open wide, a mask of total pleasure in this sexual surrender. She was his, and none others’, and would serve him any way he wished, at any time and in any manner, no matter how perverted or painful. Fingers slipped into the locks of her hair as she felt the cock digging deeper into her asshole, and her Master saw the faces of pleasure she was making at feeling the orgasms shake her body. He slapped her ass, plowing into her asshole as hard and deep as possible, only to inspire more orgasm in her young, tender body. Fuck-Toy knew what would be next, and the total climax of this night: her Master’s absolute pleasure.

Part 3: Control: Riding Her Torso 

The last turn of events occurs as she gasps with the powerful climaxes she has immediately. She is frightened and excited beyond belief, cumming and making her body tremble with the pleasure of this meeting. Her Master is indeed a pervert and a disciplinarian and a rather fine torturer, but she is dealing with the idea of what is to come next now that’s violated every part of her womanly desires and pleasure. He whispers his command into her ear, stuffing the thick meaty cock into her asshole once again. 

She is scared and ready, but unsure of herself. Her Master has told her to ask for something, and though the pleasure of her ass fucking is incredible, she wants more. Fuck-Toy wants his essence, his power, his liquid fire, and he is telling her to beg for it. She is biting her lower lip, her teeth a silent protest at giving herself willingly and without question, but she has to be sure he’s a real Man, and truly ready to Master her, body and mind and soul. She protest, saying that he has to cum in her asshole, and she refuses to give him what he wants, and what she knows she craves in her heart and for his total domination. 

She gulps, awaiting the unseen disappointment, and the eventual abandonment by this wanna-be of a Master. Fuck-Toy knows there will be pain with the gaping and violation of her pussy and tender asshole, but she knows a woman who will be able to nurse them both back to her sexual peak so that the next contender is able to truly put her body to the test. Suddenly, she is pulled upright by the collar, correcting her; her Master shouts for her to ask for his final desires. She feels the cock pulled at an angel in her backdoor, and her body is responding with a series of goose bumps and the tingling of another orgasm.

Her Master slaps her ass, calling her a bad dog, a nasty Fuck-Toy, and his alone; no one else may EVER have her again. She finds herself spinning in the air, her asshole suddenly empty of cock, and her legs splayed to open her body to this wonderful controlling Master. To keep her from fighting, he saddles her body, her arms under his thighs, pinning her to the floor. He is stroking his cock is like mad, the lube and the small stains of her back door on his cock. A towel is made of his handkerchief, wiping the shit and engorging the cock to menacing proportions. Fuck-Toy is his slave, lover, Fuck-Toy, property, cum jar, and his alone unless he chooses to share. That is how a Master earns his slave; when she does what she refuse to do, she is no longer her own, but his. 

Fuck-Toy clenches her teeth, trying to keep him from spilling his seed in her mouth-watering face, despite secretly needing and hungering for it. A reach, and Fuck-Toy finds her pussy being invade again, by fingers and a rubbing, fast and watering, making her body shake and squirm, another string of orgasms moving into her hips and stomach, and making the body need him badly, desperately. Her Master is quaking uncontrollably; the orgasms flipping her body and making it tremble with pleasure and pain. 

This is a true dominating Master, ready to make and take and break a slave for his will and for hers’ to bend with desire. Fuck-Toy is sweating hungry for his seed, begging for it to be blasted over her open mouth. She begs again, promising to keep it from scattering all over the place and making a mess anywhere but in her mouth. Her Master strokes, a few pumps later and her face is sizzling with the pleasure of being covered in his cum, her tongue out and desperate to lick and drink his warm, sweet, stick cum up, the last of her physical tremors stopping as she notices her sweat-covered body and the smile on her Master’s face. She knows that she now belongs to him and him alone!

(The end…for now!)



A Letter to My Girlfriend



Dear Zoe,

There has been a lot on my mind recently, and I have debated on giving you this letter for a long while now. One of two things may happen after you read this letter, and I am hoping for a well-received response. One of those outcomes is that you realize that I am a dirty perverted man, and you leave me because of how disgusting I am, and the other is that you get extremely turned on and you decide to indulge in my perverted fantasies whether they be as roleplay or in real life.

You know I have many fantasies, and you have been ever so amazing to let me live out my threesome fantasy in the past by letting a couple of friends and I take your body as we wished on multiple occasions. What you did not know, however, is that my MMF fantasy runs deeper than that of sharing you with my closest friends.

When you go to work at the bar at night, I imagine you flirting with the men that walk by you. The men that order drinks, and try to get you drunk so as to get into your pants. The men who I know are a lot taller, and bigger, and better looking than me. I often, rather always, imagine them being successful at seducing you, and taking you to their cars, or back to their places after closing for a hot fuck in their beds. Or washrooms. Or kitchen tables.

I also imagine your bar manager bringing you into his office at the end of a busy night, asking you to help him relieve some tension. You happily oblige by getting on your knees and blowing his mind before you lift your skirt, revealing to him that you are not wearing any panties and you are ready to give yourself to him, purely for his pleasure.

My love, that is only the beginning of my deepest darkest secrets. My fantasies run much deeper as you are about to find out.

Most of time, I imagine you reveling in the joys and pleasures of incestual sex. I more often than not imagine you face down, ass up on your younger, muscular brother's bed, waiting in anticipation for him to get home and find you there, naked. As he walks into his bedroom, you are masturbating, and he can see that you are eager. Eager for him to disrobe and mount you from behind so that he can give you every inch of his long, rock solid cock. You love the way he rides you, the way he pulls your hair and spanks you. Most of all, you love the way he moans and grunts and thrust deeper and deeper as he releases his hot, thick load into your pussy. You always love that he calls you nasty names as he does, because you know deep down inside that you're his slut. His whore. A slave to his alpha cock.

Another fantasy of mine involves none other than my father. Yes, you must be disgusted by now, but please, hear me out.

You've always told me that I was the biggest you've ever had, and that I've given you the best orgasms of your life. However, you can't help but wonder if the size of a man's penis and his abilities in bed are genetically inherited.

You begin hanging around the house more often than usual, and when you know my father will be the only one home, you purposely dress skimpy. Every time you're alone in the house with him, you dress skimpier and skimpier. At a certain point, he confronts you and demands to know why you are dressing so provocatively around him when you two are alone.

You shyly confess to him your wonderings, and he listens. He wants to satisfy your curiosity, but he knows very well that it would be wrong to do so. You do, however, succeed in convincing him and he willingly takes you out to dinner to discuss the situation further. 

At the end of the evening you are both so very aroused. All this sex talk has made you both crave each other even more, and Dad decides that he will indulge you. He drives you both to a secluded motel and no sooner that you walk into the room, you are all over each other.

He pulls his cock out for you and you can clearly see that genetics has nothing to do with anything at all. His cock is way bigger and way thicker than mine. Now you can't wait to feel him inside you.

No one has ever gotten you into bed and gotten inside you as fast as he had. All night the bed shook, and all night you screamed for him, and he for you. A real man's cock was pumping you. Over and over again you came on him, and even squirted for the first time.

You knew that he was the best ever, and you weren't about to stop wantig it.

Zoe, what I truly need and want, is for you to be a slut girlfriend. To flirt and tease random men, and family, in front of me and behind my back. I need you to give your body to others because it is beautiful, perfect, and I know that deep down inside, you are craving the attention of many hard throbbing dicks.

I'm masturbating, joint in hand, as I write you this letter, hoping that it will be well received. In the event that it is not, please do me the favor of making love to your brother after you leave me. It is truly the one thing, that after which it has happened, will allow me to say that I have seen everything I have wanted to see in life.



A Letter to My Husband



I'm sitting in my chair waiting for you to come home. My mind is wondering to how the evening will go. Will you come home kiss me, have dinner and go to bed? Or will this be a special night. I so hope it will. I'm so hot; I want a long night of loving. If you only knew what I really want. How I fantasize our love making will actually be. How I want you to tie me to the bed and tease me until I beg. Or take me passionately in your arms instead of always so gentle. How just once, I would like for you to look me in the eyes while you make love to me, and tell me how hot I make you feel.

My dear lover you're always so silent, I can never tell what's in your soul. I can't tell how you really feel. We are close so rarely; I would love just once a passionate loving. I wish you would come in the door, walk to me and just look in my eyes as you ran your hands through my hair and kissed me hard and full. I want you to stand me up from my chair, and whisper in my ear, "I'm going to make you cum until your begging for me to fill you. This night is just for you." I want all of our worries from the outside world to disappear, as you walk me to the bedroom, and tell me to take my clothes off for you. 

I want to see the pride and excitement on your face as I remove my clothes. As I slowly pull my shirt off at your request, I want to feel that tingle of uncertainty, only to be reassured by the look on your face when you see by body covered only by my shorts and lacey bra. As I start to remove my bra, I want to here your breath catch and have you say, "Wait, I want to enjoy you as you are. Take your shorts off first. Let me see that gorgeous body a piece at a time." 

I would slowly unbutton my shorts and pull them down to my ankle and delicately step out of them. I want to hear your breath catch, as I stand there before you almost but not quite naked. I would feel so self-conscious, but the adoring look on your face would reassure me that you love what you see. The heaviness of your breathing would show me your excitement. As I finally began to remove the remainder of my clothing, you would tell me stop and begin to remove them yourself.

With my clothes lying in a pile on the floor, you would gently move me toward the bed and tell my to lye down. As I lay on the bed you would gently caress my face and tell me you loved me so much, and your going to show me how much tonight. I feel a blush come over my face and nuzzle your hand. I feel so loved and cared for, I loose myself in you touch. You would move your hand from my face, and gently caress my shoulders—making sure to gently caress my shoulder at the base of my neck, knowing it sends shivers through my body. You would replace your hand with your mouth, and begin to kiss and nibble my neck and shoulders. You would gently kiss my mouth as I moaned from the pleasure, return to my neck and shoulder to enjoy the smooth skin there. Ever so slowly after minutes of pleasure to my neck you would move down and kiss a path to between my breasts. Circling each mound with kisses and nibbles but never quite making to the tips that were begging to be kissed.

You would begin a path downward kissing sucking a hot path down my body. Passing the mound crying out for attention. Kissing down to my knees, and you begin to move back up my body, you tell me to spread my thighs for you. I gasp uncertainly; you've never asked me to do anything like this before. You gently, but firmly move my legs apart. You're so close I can feel your breath; it makes me so hot I squirm under you. I'm embarrassed, but it feels so good. I want your mouth there so bad; I want to feel your tongue on my clit… My mind is racing, I barely hear you tell me to touch myself. I'm thinking I can't, but my hand slowly moves down. I begin a dance with my fingers that I've done many times by myself, but the sensations are so different. Knowing your there watching my hand move. Everything is intensified. I'm so wet; I begin to feel an orgasm start. Deep within myself, I begin to quiver. You gently, lay your hand over mine, and tell me not to cum yet. You move my hand away, and kiss my inner thighs until I begin to calm down.

You begin to move back up my body, and I sigh knowing you won't return. I won't be getting that pleasure tonight. You lay on me, and I hug you close scratching you back because I know you love that. Assuming your going slide in I shift around so you can reach me easier. You whisper in my ear that you're not done yet. Reaching in your table, you pull out something I can't see, but I assume it's a condom. Closing my eyes I relax and enjoy the feeling of you lying on top of me.

I feel you move your hand up my arms and secure my hands above my head. MMMM, that feels so good. And you kiss me deeply while my hands are held securely above my head. I moan loudly and grind against you. I can't believe the pleasure I feel, or how hot that makes me. As you roll over to my side you release one hand and I reach for your head and pull you down and kiss you sliding my tongue in your mouth. I feel you move my other hand to the corner of the bed and tie something soft around my wrist and secure it to the bed. A shock of pleasure moves threw my body, and I feel you move to bind my other wrist to other corner of the bed.

You move back over me and I raise my hips to try to pull you in, but you tell me to be patient. You begin to kiss my neck and shoulders again. Slowly you move toward my breasts, once again you circle the globes with your tongue and teeth. Not quite touching my nipples. You slowly lick from one side of my breast, this time lightly grazing my nipples on each breast sending a shock through my whole body. I moan and rock my hips on the bed. You continue this for what seems like forever. I roll the wave, of an orgasm, and you stop and just hold me while it rocks my body. 

Gently, you brush my hair away from my face and tell me, "Next time keep your eyes open, I want to look in your eyes when you cum." 

That sends another roll of pleasure through me. As I start to relax, you begin to gently brush your hand up and down my body. Not touching me in anyplace specific just running your hands over my body. It feels wonderful. You begin kissing my neck and shoulders again, and then you slide your hand in my hair at the base of my neck and tighten your hold and pull my head back into the pillow. As you begin to kiss and suck on my breasts. Moving to my swollen nipples. You nibble gently, on my nipples and waves of pleasure shoot threw me to my clit. My hips begin to rock again. I climb again to the peak of another Orgasm. Remembering what you said, I tried to keep my eyes open and look into yours, but it made the feeling so intense. I cried out louder and closed my eyes, as I did you whisper in my ear " Look at me baby." I opened my eyes and looked into yours and another wave an intense pleasure shot threw me. The waves of pleasure slowly fade. Knowingly, you hold me realizing the intense feelings that are rushing through me.

Finally, you would resume the gentle caresses that are so heavenly. Your hands run the length of my body. Soon you begin to trail wet kisses in the path of your hands. Mmmm, it feels so wonderful. Once again, you've kissed my body from shoulders to knees without touching the spot that cries out for your touch. I feel you begin to move back up my thighs with your open mouthed kisses. As you reach that one spot of heaven I feel you pause. 

First you use your fingertips to gently caress the lips that conceal the heat of my body. Then I feel your breath so close…. 

Moaning, "Please…"

"'Please' what honey, what do you want me to do," you say next my body.

"mmm," moaning I lift my hips towards you.

"Say it," you say holding me down from your mouth.

"Please… touch me there."

"Where do you want me to touch you, and what do want me to touch you with?" I can hear the smile in your voice. You're enjoying yourself. You are touching my clit with my finger, just enough to keep me excited. But that not what I want.

Moaning, and trying to lift myself toward your mouth; "please put your… m-mouth….Ohhh… on my… clit." Finally you lower you mouth to me. I would feel your mouth press to me, and your tongue circle my clit. Eventually, you would place one finger, and then two inside me. Sucking, and thrusting at my clit until I cum. I would beg you to and fuck me hard, but you would continue your work building up orgasm after orgasm. Until I couldn't think coherently, and then you would lie on top of me and ask me what I wanted. My only response would be, please fuck me now.

I love you my darling husband.



A Letter To My Husband



I'm sorry to have to tell you this way, but I know that you won't be home from your trip for another few days, and I have to confess now. You know how I've been complaining that you spend too much time on the road? Well, this trip was the hardest yet. You've been gone for almost 3 weeks now, and between the children and the dog and the housework and the bills and everything else, I feel like I've been going nuts, and that's not even counting the lack of sex! That latest toy that you bought me is just great, but it's certainly no substitute for you. I know that you have to go, and I hate whining, but I need to explain why I've been unhappy in order to help you understand what happened. 

The other morning I dropped Shaun and Patrick off at school, and then headed out to the garden center. I needed to pick up that new rose bush for the front garden, and since they were on sale I thought that I would get it then (I know, I know...I'm ALWAYS buying plants!) I went around to the back- you know, the big greenhouse? No one was there that I could see, so I just wandered around, looking at what they had in stock, and planning that new side garden that you're going to dig for me. I was standing there smelling the rosemary bushes- you know how I love rosemary!, and all of a sudden one new worker, at least he must be new because I'd certainly never seen him before, came in through the side door and stood there just looking at me. 

I guess that I must have looked awful- since I was just going to the garden center, I hadn't really put on decent clothes- just those old denim cutoffs that I've had since high school, and my pink t-shirt that you gave me last Valentines Day. I know, I know- I'm not supposed to wear it out of the house since I got my implants, but it was the first thing that I saw when I got up this morning. Anyway, he stood there just staring at me...not saying anything at all. He was young- his blonde hair was kind of falling down over his eyes, and his jeans left nothing to the imagination at all...I could see a HUGE bulge in the front of them, that seemed to get bigger as my eyes rested on it. 

I could feel my face getting a bit hot- I know that you keep telling me to keep my eyes open and LOOK at people, but he was the first man that I'd seen in ages that turned me on. There was something about him- the broad shoulders, the hair...he had the bluest eyes that I'd ever seen, so blue that I could see their color even from where I was standing. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him with those eyes looking back at me, and even more, I wondered exactly what that bulge in his jeans really looked like. Turning to hide the color in my face, I bent down to look at the table of herbs in front of me. 

"Can I help you with anything, ma'am?" His deep voice called to me from across the room. 

I mumbled that I was just looking, grabbed the first three pots that I could find, put them in my arms, and started off towards the front building to pay for them and get out of there. I knew myself well enough to know that if I didn't, I was going to do something that I might regret later. 

I didn't realize until I got to the door that there was NO way that I could open it with all of the plants in my arms, so I turned to put one down, and there he was. Right beside me. Not only were those incredible eyes looking straight into mine, but I could smell him...that musky masculine odor, mixed with garden dirt...you KNOW what that does to me. I just looked at him- those eyes, a long, straight nose, little cleft in his chin...I was lost. I can't explain it, Husband...you know that I love you, and that I've never wanted you more than I do right now, but I didn't even think- I just reacted. 

As his strong hands reached out to circle my waist I dropped my pots full of plants and stepped into his arms. He lifted me up and swung me around- moving me away from the shards of pottery, and sitting me on top of the sturdy table behind him. His arms were around me in a second, pulling me close as I raised my lips to his. My mouth opened automatically as his tongue searched mine out- he felt so different from you, but I just couldn't help it. I pulled his head down to mine and responded...at that moment, there was nothing that I wanted more than to have him close to me. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, and then ducked my head down to fasten my mouth on his nipple as I pulled his shirt up. I was like a crazy woman...you would have thought that it was years since I'd had sex instead of just a few weeks. 

I peeked up at him as I ran my tongue around his nipple, and saw him staring down at me with unbridled lust in his eyes. He reached down my shirt and slid his hand inside my bra, rubbing my nipple as I sucked on his. You know how you always say that I have the world's greatest mouth? Well, I think that he thought so too, because before I knew it he had his jeans unzipped and was pulling out the longest dick I'd ever seen. It was beautiful...I stopped my work on his nipple and looked at it in awe as he pulled it out. 

"See anything you like?" he asked, watching my parted lips, and my nipples sticking out as far as they could through my shirt. 

"Oh, God...may I?" I asked as I slid off of the table onto my knees in front of him. 

You know that there's little that I enjoy more in life than giving a head job, and damn, I did my best. Cupping his balls in one hand I circled the base of his dick with the other as I took his gorgeous purple head into my mouth. I knew that there was no way that I could get all of it in without choking, but I did my best, sliding down on it as far as I could, then coming off in time with the stroking of my hand. I was SO wet...if I'd had an extra hand it would have been between my own legs, but as it was, all that I could do was squeeze my thighs together as hard as I could, trying SO hard to make myself cum. 

He stood upright, hands on my head, moaning as I worked him as only I could...feeling his heat and hardness in my mouth, running my tongue over the huge veins on the side, and watching the head seem to get larger and larger as I struggled to get all of him into my mouth. As I moved faster and faster I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and relaxed it as much as I could, wanting him as deeply inside of me as was possible. I could feel him tensing, and his hands getting stronger on my head as he moved his hips faster and faster. As I felt his balls start to swell I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me as far as I could without choking, and then felt my mouth fill with the hot jet of cum that shot down my throat. There was no way that I could keep it all in my mouth...there was just too much of it. A bit of it ran out the corner, and I used my fingers to clean it up, looking him in the eye as I slowly licked them clean. 

"God, you are GREAT!" he said, pulling me up and kissing me, licking the last trickle of cum off of my mouth. "Now it's your turn." 

Without waiting for a response, he unzipped my shorts and pulled them down, then put me up on the table in front of him, holding my thighs wide apart as his tongue dove for my soaking wet pussy. I leaned back and let the sensations overwhelm me as he slowly circled my clit with his hot tongue, sliding a finger inside of me and twisting it as I moaned underneath him. He moved faster as I pressed against him, begging him to hurry. When I came in a gush of fluid over his face he wouldn't stop, but kept going, more softly, but then faster and harder as I felt the waves and waves of pleasure running through me. I didn't even know what all he was doing...I could feel fingers inside of me, his tongue everywhere, and something pressing up against my ass as I slid further down on the table. 

I moaned ..."Please..." not even really sure what I was asking for, until I felt the head of that enormous cock just waiting at the entrance to my sopping wet hole. 

"Oh yes," I said, with eyes wide open, watching as he lifted my hips to him, and biting my hand to stop my scream as he drove it into me. I'd never felt anything like it...I felt like I was getting ripped apart, but I couldn't stop cumming. As he slowly started moving back and forth, I begged him to fuck me harder, watching that huge length going in and out faster and faster. 

"Aren't you the slut?" he asked, pleasure and teasing mixed with a bit of a hard note in his voice. "Coming in here and landing flat on your back after sucking off a stranger. You like this?" ramming me harder and harder.

The gasps of pleasure told him that I did as I writhed beneath him...I couldn't get away from his strong hands holding my thighs, and I didn't want to. As each orgasm rushed through me I loved it more, and begged him to continue until I was too sore for more. I felt so used as I felt him pull out of me, and it was great. "Cum on me," I asked him, knowing that he hadn't cum inside of me. 

He stood between my still outstretched legs, stroking himself until he came in great jets of fluid all over my stomach and my thighs...covering me with the sticky sweetness. He leaned against me for a minute, and then got a cloth and helped me clean what I hadn't been able to get with my fingers, laughing and kissing me all the while. As he helped me pick out new plants, I thought about how I was going to tell you about it, and then I gave him a kiss on the cheek and left, and now I'm sitting here wondering how you're going to take this. You know how much I love you, and how much I miss you, and I wish that you were here right now so that I could tell you in person. 

Is it okay if I go back there again tomorrow? I kind of forgot the rosebush. 

I love you, 

Your Wife



A Letter to My Husband



Dear Handsome,

I am glad you are home, but while you were away on your long business trip, I was a naughty, naughty little girl and needs to be spanked hard and long after you read this. Let me tell you what happened.

Today, when I got the mail, your new naughty magazine came. You know the one that is all girl on girl with their beautiful bodies being explored by each other? I put it on the coffee table in the living room so I wouldn't look at it until you came home. Later in the evening I took a shower and went down stairs to dry by the warm hot fire and started to watch some TV. I was channel surfing when I found the adult channel that we like to watch together. Can you see my upcoming problem? It was like putting candy in front of a baby. I couldn't help myself. 

Anyway there was a very good show on with two beautiful young girls exploring each other for the first time. They were caressing each others tits and tasting them ever so lovingly, then slowly roving their hands down and around their tight bodies. By the time they found each others shaved sweet spot, I started loosing it. My body started to ache all over and I couldn't control myself any longer. Before I knew it, I opened your magazine to see what other women I could enjoy. I came across a real naughty one of two girls, one was in leather. She had on thigh high boots and a leather body suit. Her body was toned and her breasts were trying to pop out of her top. The other girl was completely nude and bent over a chair with her hands tied to the legs and her beautiful ass was red from her spankings. As I looked at her pussy, it was dripping from her excitement. 

All of a sudden I noticed my hands were exploring me. Let me try to explain.......First I had both hands fondling my growing hard nipples, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp for some air, so I cupped and squeezed my breasts fully and hard. I then licked two of my fingers and started to rub them on one of my harden nipples. It felt so good, I started grabbing the rest of my chest all the way down to my navel. I tried to stop and wait for your return tomorrow, but my hands had a mind all of their own.

Next, I had the one hand just barely brushing my clit as I could feel it swelling and begging to be touched. My other hand was feeling down the inside of my thighs, first just lightly touching the outside of my lips, stroking them up and down, each time getting a little closer to my pouting and swelling inner lips. I did this until I found my wet spot. I slowly at first let one finger slip deep in my already flowing juices, but that didn't seem to be enough, so I put two in and it felt so much better.  

My body was aching for more and wanting so much more I opened our special bag. (Did I forget to mention that I had brought the bag down earlier?) I pulled out a toy, you know my favourite vibrating one with the clit tickler and the two cocks attached so I can fill both holes at once . 

I then took my wet fingers and started to slowly work them into my tight ass-hole, because that didn't want to be left out either. As I was rimming my ass with my fingers I started sucking on my toy pretending it was you. I was taking it in my mouth long and deep until I could take no more of it in. I could feel myself getting wetter with each stroke as I took in the head of the toy. I started to really get worked up with the feel of a hard cock in my mouth that I took it out and got on all fours. I started to slowly put it into my swollen pussy and tight but puckered ass so I could feel every inch fill me.

The feeling was amazing honey, As I looked over at the magazine and turned the page, the scene was even better than the first. The girl in the leather was thrusting a glass toy up into the sub while her other hand was pulling her head back. You could see the sub was completely drenched. The toy was soaking. I then I looked up at the TV and found the two girls were in a full 69 position eagerly eating each other out. One had fingers and a toy probing deep into her dripping pussy and the other had a toy in her ass, while she was being fully licked by the other . Just then one of them was cumming and I was enjoying my toy, now thrusting it in and out of me harder. 

As I was thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy and ass, the feelings were out of this world. My ass was eagerly taking the toy and still wanting more while my pussy was aching to be released from all my pent up excitement. I could feel my body start to tighten and wanted to be released, so I started to thrust the toy deeper and faster into me. My ass was tingling and my pussy was begging to cum. When I heard the second girl on the TV start to cum, it was too much for me to handle. So I started to cum with her. It was almost like the three of us were all together in the same room. I felt so spent after that, that I fell asleep on the couch for awhile. When I woke, I realized that I had been a real naughty little girl and did not wait for you. 

I am upstairs now in our bed with nothing on awaiting your punishment.

Your loving and wanting your touch wife,

Boo



A Letter to my Husband



I want you to reach for me, warm and naked, facing away from you while I'm sleeping peacefully in the middle of the night. 

I want to feel your hand on my flesh, the gentle pressure of your palm and fingers running across my waist and up toward my breast, the sensation of you massaging and teasing my nipple, starting to rouse me from my slumber. "Mmmmmm...," I'll moan, encouraging more of the same, only harder. 

You'll lean into me now, curling your arm around me and pulling yourself up against me to spoon me. "Ahhhh..." I'll feel your body, so warm and close to me, and I'll settle into you, too. I'll bring my own hand to you so I can rub your hip and thigh, then down to cup your balls and move them around in my hand slowly. 

I can feel you hard already, pressed against my ass, and give a little wiggle to let you slide in between my thighs. I tense now, feeling your warm breath close to my neck and ear, turning me on like only you know how. 

"I love you," you whisper to me, making me shiver as I feel my hair move with you nuzzling my ear. Goosebumps appear over me, exciting my nipples to attention, and my breasts swell. 

I turn myself toward you now, and we kiss passionately. I wrap my leg around you pulling you closer to me while my hand runs trough your hair then down your neck massaging there. 

You'll pull me closer, snaking your arm around my waist as you kiss me again. I run my hand from your neck to your back, kneading your muscles as I go, on my way downward. 

You stop me, grabbing my hand with your left and bringing it over my head. My breath catches in my throat as you switch to hold it with your other hand now. My side is open and vulnerable to you, and you take advantage of that.

I feel you trace the contours of my side, starting my wrist, traveling the length of my arm. You curve around to my breast, and pause to tweak and pinch my nipple before continuing on. 

Across my side and down toward my hip, you caress your way along me. My back arches, bringing my pussy even closer to you. You keep me away from your cock by pushing my leg off you and pinning me on the bed, my legs parted for you. You know I am wet for you, and bring your hand from my hip across my side toward my pussy. 

I jerk as you cross over a sensitive spot at my pelvic bone, and you run your hand up and over it again. You chuckle as you get the same reaction from me. You repeat it one more time, knowing I love it. My hand pulls against the restraint of yours as you continue to tease me. 

"Please," I beg you, "now." You know I need you to touch my clit, and of course, I know it will not be this soon. You cup my mound and squeeze lightly as I shudder. My leg shifts under yours and you press onto it a little harder, keeping me in place where you want me to be. Your fingers trace along my pussy lips. Up and down, then in circles, your fingers keep teasing. 

My nipples are going to explode, I think. You feel them graze against your chest as I thrash around. Your mouth searches for my hard tip, capturing it easily. I still now, tensing as I suck in a deep breath, arching my back more for you. I let out a loud, "Ohhhhhhh...Yes! ...don't stop!" as you continue to suck my nipples and rub my pussy. I feel your finger slip inside to find my clit as you kiss me again. Your tongue circles mine as your finger traces the same pattern on my clit. 

It's too much for me now as I struggle to get my hand at your cock and bring you some of the pleasure you are giving me, but you won't let me move. I realize that even though you are not hurting me, I cannot move. 

"UUHHHH! Let me!..." I call out to you, only to be met with a soft "No, not yet," whispered into my ear. This brings another shiver from me, and I growl as you push your finger inside me. My hips move in time with you, stroking in and out of my pussy, returning to find my clit again. 

I wince as I hear the sounds of the slickness between my legs, and you laugh. "Not funny," I say through my gritted teeth, teetering on the brink of a fabulous orgasm that you will not let me have.

"Say it," you whisper to me. I stiffen, knowing what you want me to say, knowing I can't. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm..." I draw out, stalling for time as you tease me, two fingers easily slipping inside now. "Uhhhhhhhhhh, yeah! Mmmm!" I chant, lost in the moment. Tremors start slowly building, deep inside me.

"Say it," you repeat to me, more forcefully now, as your two fingers move in and out of me, and your thumb jabs at my clit. I can feel your cock, hard and pulsing against my leg. You know this is close to pushing me over the edge, as I start to shake. You stop all movement abruptly, still pinning me in place. I wriggle as I cry out in alarm, "NO! Don't stop, don't stop! Keep going! I'm SO close!" 

"Say it and I'll keep going," you tell me. I have to say it, I know I do or you won't resume your playing and I'll be stuck here in limbo. I can't move, so I can't get to my pussy myself. "Ahhhhh!" I scream as you lick my nipples then start to blow on them. "FUCK ME NOW!" I scream at you. 

You laugh out loud, releasing the leg and arm you've held for so long, rolling off my pinned left side limbs while telling me, "That's all I needed to hear from you." With this I grab at you pulling you on top of me. 

You position yourself at my entrance as I dig my fingers into your shoulders and back, wrapping my legs around your waist and clinging to you. My pussy is sopping wet now, and you thrust inside me in one deep, full motion as I scream out in pleasure, my legs clamping onto your waist. 

You are achingly still inside me. Your head bends down to bite at my nipples as I buck against you, wanting you to move, not just linger there.

You tease me by pulling out slowly, getting me to cry out again. "No, harder, now, please!" I yell at you, and finally get you to do what I want. You force your cock into me, hard and fast, going as deep as you can, filling me just like I want. "Ahhhhh! Yes!!! That's what I want!! More!" I yell, my voice straining as I start to convulse, my pussy contracting and squeezing your cock. "Oh, God, now, Now!" I scream as I come. 

"Ahhhhh!" you call out as you pound into me a few more strokes, and reward me with your own, spurting inside me as I grip you with my legs and arms, my whole body pressed tightly against you.

"Is that what you wanted?" you ask slyly, whispering again in my ear, holding me tightly. "God, yes!" I reply, shivering again. "How did you know?" 

"Well, I might have read something you left for me," you say, referring to the story I wrote for you the other night. "It was minimized on your screen, and I saw it when I had to check something in your computer." 

Flushing a deep crimson I tell him softly, "I didn't know you saw that." 

"You can write to me anytime," was all he said before kissing me again.