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Caught In The Act

By: Real Man



The sitting room was full of smoke. Everywhere Jim looked from his seat, there were small clouds of thin light-blue layers of smoke slowly swirling in the air, which even the shining spears of light that passed through the windows could not penetrate. All in all, Jim felt pretty hot and stuffy. This was normal when the relatives came over for their annual summer holiday to visit them. They would always ask him the same questions, followed by the same disappointing facial expression. Jim played the sequence of this in his mind before waiting for inevitable to happen. And then it did.

"Jim, tell us all what you're doing these days", asked his Auntie who sat cross legged with one hand on her dress and another holding a half-smoked cigarette.

As he steadied himself for a response, he quickly examined the look of his audience. His Uncle and Auntie, like usual gazed at him with a look of hope and curiosity, whereas his two smug older sisters pronounced a small, somewhat evil, smile. His mother and father, like always, looked deadly serious. The only person who didn't look like he was evaluating him was his cousin Tom.

"I'm still trying to get into a computing course at my local college, Mrs Stevens".

His Auntie looked away from him, and straight into the eyes of her sister, as if Jim wasn't there. "Wasn't that what he told me last year?"

Jim's mother looked back at her with a glum face. "He's been trying for a while now but the college says that he needs five GCSEs to get in. If only he'd taken his studies at school more seriously."

His auntie, glanced at Jim and then back at her sister, shaking her head. "If only he'd been a little more like our Tom here. He's in his second year of his computing degree, aren't you Tom?"

With that, Jim stood up and walked out of the room before his cousin Tom could say anything. He was fed up with criticism and so decided to spend his time upstairs in his room. Once there, he closed the door behind him, walked over to his PC, sat down and turned it on. He decided that it was time for a bit of private fun. Once in Windows, he quickly double clicked on his Internet Explorer and waited for his modem to get him on-line. As usual when he was bored, Jim logged onto his favourite porn sites to look at the latest pictures. As he surfed through the assorted of hardcore pictures, he felt his penis stiffen and rub against the inside of his tight blue jeans. He quickly unzipped his zipper to reveal a throbbing, seven inch white uncut cock. Boy, he thought, he desperately needed some sex. A nice, clean bit of female pussy to suck on. As he sat back in his chair and envisioned the fantasy, he grabbed his fat erected cock and ran his hand tightly but slowly up and down, pulling his foreskin back past the head of his penis, and then forwards over it.

"Jim, I..."

Jim's heart skipped a bit as he realised that he had forgotten to lock his bedroom door. Someone had walked in the room and caught him wanking! Who could it be? He turned to see who it was that has caught him. It was his cousin Tom! A bead of sweat, created partly through the pumping of his cock and the pure embarrassment of the situation, trickled down his forehead. "Tom! Oh! Hi...ermm...I didn't hear you there...ermm..." The words he needed so desperately and quickly to get out of the situation abandoned him. A moment of silence filled with pure tension passed before Tom replied.

"Don't worry about it - I just came to see what you were doing. Looks like you're having more fun up here than down there. Can I...join in?"

Jim, sitting next to his PC with his now semi-erected penis still exposed, now couldn't utter even a single word. He didn't know what to say. It was bad enough that he'd been caught in the act, but being put in this situation was simply all too much. Was Tom serious? He certainly seemed so. Jim had to say something. "Erm...ok...come in...".

Tom turned around and closed the door, locked it, and then turned back to face him. Jim examined him closely, and noticed that he looked the same as he had looked the last time he had seen him, the summer prior. Tom stood tall, making the most of his 6 feet. He was thin and composed, wearing quite baggy clothing. His face was well shaped; his jaw was quite square, his mouth small and lips thin. His nose was of medium size and round eyes a deep blue colour. His light brown, slick back hair, as well as his clean clear complexion made Tom, overall, a very handsome young man. Jim then watched as Tom sat down on his large, soft bed.

"Come here. Sit next to me", Tom told Jim.

Jim, felt as if was being ordered, but nevertheless carried his 5ft 7 well built frame over next to his cousin, and sat down.

Tom spoke again, still with remarkable ease and composure. "Now, I know you've probably never done anything like this before but its good fun. You're 18 years old right? Single?"

"Yes..." Jim felt his cock began to stiffen again. He couldn't believe he was getting aroused.

"Perfect. I wouldn't want to do it with a 17 year old. Too young." Tom slapped his hand onto Jim's thigh. "Now take off your trousers".

Jim's heart was beating very fast now. He knew he badly needed some sex but not by another man, let alone a cousin! But he could feel that he was becoming aroused by the way Tom was ordering him to do things and how he was running his hand up and down his tight thigh. He couldn't help himself, so he took off his trainers and slid of his blue jeans.

"Now your shirt."

Jim hesitated, just for an instance, as the ordering continued.

"NOW!"

Another bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and with that, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his small but tight, muscular chest. All that remained now were his socks. His seven inch cock was throbbing even more by now.

"Good, now lie back cousin".

As Jim lay back on his white bed covers, he watched as Tom slid off all of his baggy clothes to reveal a 21 year old body in immaculate condition. His legs, chest and arms were packed with tight, well toned muscles. But the most incredible part of his body was without a doubt his penis. It was the biggest he'd ever seen. And unbelievably thick. It was incredible. Both cut and stiff, it must have been at least eleven inches long and two and a half thick. Jim remained silent as he wondered what was going to happen next. And it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess that.

Tom moved forward towards him and jumped on him, grabbed him, and moved his mouth next to Jim's. Jim, without thinking, began to feel his cousin's body with his hands, and he had to admit, it was smooth and smelt fresh. Jim couldn't help himself, he pressed his lips on to Tom's and probed the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Their tongues met and, as they merged, both Jim and Tom ran their hands over each other's bodies. After 20 seconds of saliva swapping, Tom pushed away and began to kiss Jim's tight chest. Each kiss was planted lower and lower before he substituted the kissing for licking his belly button. It felt great, and Jim closed his eyes. The licking stopped and suddenly, he felt his stiff, throbbing cock enter Tom's hot, wet mouth.

Tom, seemingly an expert at giving blow jobs, ran his lips around the head of Jim's meat and sucked, swirling his tongue around the head at the same time. It felt unbelievable. After a minute, Tom stopped and sat up, positioning his monster cock for the attack. Jim looked up and knew he was about to be penetrated. Tom grabbed his Jim's legs and pulled them apart to expose his clean, open arsehole to the maximum. He then crawled a little forward and placed the head of his meat on the outside of Jim's impatient hole. Jim again closed his eyes and felt his arsehole slowly opening to accommodate the incredible thickness of his cousin's monster cock.

He could feel the head entering and it felt, although painful, unbelievably satisfying. A feeling of fullness ran through Jim's body, and this feeling grew stronger as Tom continued to stretch Jim's arsehole beyond which he ever felt possible. As the hole slowly widened, Tom simultaneously pushed his gigantic tool forwards. Jim called out in pain, but Tom ignored his anguish and continued to push and push and push until all eleven inches of his meat were squeezed into Jim's body. Tom, smiled, as he fully stabbed his meat into Jim's helpless backside. He pulled it back, and then stabbed forwards again, and pulled back again, and then pushed forwards again, this time a little faster.

As the intensity of his penetrations continued to increase as did the mix of pain and pure joy that ran through Jim's body. Never had he felt so close to bliss. "Do it more - harder!! Don't stop!", begged Jim.

Tom generously complied and fucked his cousin's tight hole as fast and as hard as he could. He began to sweat and after ten minutes of pure ass pumping he was engulfed in his own sweet sweat. Suddenly, without warning, Tom pulled his meat out of Jim's body with lightening speed as to increase Jim's pain. And it worked. Jim shouted out in pain and emptiness and felt like a part of his body was missing. But that mistaken part was now drawing ever closer to his face and Jim moved forwards and sat directly above Jim's face, positioning his meat accurately at Jim's mouth.

"Open wide", Tom ordered, and Jim, having followed every order so far, did no less. He opened his mouth as far as possible and awaited Tom's present. And then it happened. Squirts of hot, thick, luxurious white jism filled quickly into Jim's mouth. The squirts continued and after seven long shots of cum, Tom moved away and watched Jim struggling with the mouthful of jism he had so graciously given him. Jim swirled it around and around in his mouth as he fully realised the cum's thickness and saltiness.

"Don't swallow it!", Tom ordered Jim. "Give some to me as well...". With this, Tom moved his mouth next to Jim's and allowed his impatient tongue to again enter Jim's hot, now cum-filled mouth. While their tongues played, their bodies again rubbed against each other, and slowly, as the jism began to lose its heat, the swallowed it down together. Eventually, Tom released himself as he heard the calls from his mother and father from downstairs. They were ready to leave. With that, Tom got up, dressed and unlocked the door. "See you next year summer cousin".

Jim, still lying naked on his bed, winked. "How about next week?"

"How about...tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it is." As Tom left, Jim pondered on how being caught in the act isn't such a bad thing after all.

Caught in the Act



I had just gotten off the phone with my husband, Jon, one morning. He had been out of town for two weeks, and he made it a point to call home quite frequently - either late at night, or early in the morning. We would make love over the phone, making ourselves come with wild abandon. This mornings session had been particularly arousing as he told me that he would be home in two short days, and as I fingered myself to a powerful orgasm, he explained in great detail what he was going to do to me when he got home. Jon is definitely all male. He stands over six feet tall, has dark hair and green eyes. He has hard, rippling muscles, powerful arms and legs and hands, and a wonderful, seven inch cock, that gets so hard, it feels like steel when he fucks me with it.

I was still lying there when my phone rang again. This time, it was my best friend, Lisa. She and I had grown up together and lived together while going to college.

"Hey, Deb, what's up?" she asked, "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, I was awake. In fact, I just got off the phone with Jon. He's been in San Francisco for two weeks, and I can't wait for him to come home," I answered.

"Well, then, grab your plastic, I'll pick you up, and we'll go shopping for something sexy to wear when he gets home, and have a long, leisurely lunch," Lisa said. We arranged what time she would pick me up then I got into the shower.

While showering, I was still a little horny, so I was taking my soaped-up shower puff and rubbing it over my clit. I was also thinking about when Lisa and I had lived together at college, before Jon and I got married. Lisa has beautiful, long blond hair, and electric blue eyes. She's of medium height and has large, round breasts, and legs that won't quit. I, myself, am the same height with medium length ash blond hair and brown eyes. My breasts aren't as large as Lisa's, but my husband says they're beautiful, and the nipples are very sensitive. My legs are shapely, and proportionate to my height. Lisa had been my first and only female lover. I remember one particular evening. Neither one of us had dates. I had just broken up with someone, and her boyfriend was away, visiting his folks. I had showered and gone back to my room. I was very horny, so I grabbed one of the magazines that Lisa had loaned me, and my vibrator. I was getting pretty involved, and I didn't hear Lisa come in.

"Having fun, are we?" she asked. I was a little startled, but no too much. We had often masturbated while we talked about our sessions with our boyfriends. Once or twice we had even had a sixty-nine session if we had sex with them on the same night - it was such a turn on.

She came over and sat down on the bed. She took the magazine out of my hand and tossed it on to the floor, and set the vibrator off to the side. She ran her fingers through my hair, kissed me and asked to make love to me. I was so horny, and I could tell she was too, so I agreed. I couldn't believe what a wonderful lover she was. We took turns sucking and fingering each other to orgasm. She used the vibrator on me to bring me to an earth shattering orgasm and I did the same for her. After a while, we were both very satisfied and very sleepy, so we slept together the whole night, not even bothering to shower until the next day.

We had never had another encounter quite like that one since because I had met Jon, and left school to marry him. She gave me a huge dildo as a "private" shower gift, and whispered to me that she hoped to be able to use it on me one day. I told her that she could, but I would get to do the same to her. We agreed, and sealed our bargain with a mind-blowing kiss.

I finished in the shower after bringing myself to another orgasm. I got dried off and dressed, and finished getting ready. I was already thinking that maybe Lisa and I could have a little session and that made me hot just thinking about it. I wore a tight skirt, low cut blouse, and lingerie designed to give just enough support so that my ample breasts peeked out just enough to drive any sane man (or one horny woman) crazy.

I was ready when Lisa arrived. We hugged and kissed each other. "You look great," she said.

"You too," I answered.

We left and had a long shopping spree, and then a long lunch with a bottle of wine. She and I talked about everything.

"Let's get out of here, go back to my house, slip into something a little more comfortable, and talk all night," I said.

"That sounds great!" she answered. "We haven't done that in ages, and now would be the perfect opportunity." She then leaned very close to me in the almost empty restaurant and asked me if I were sure Jon wouldn't be home for a couple more days. I confirmed her statement, and she seemed very pleased.

We got back to my house and unloaded my purchases. Lisa and I had changed into the silk chemise and robe sets we had just purchased, sat on the sofa with another bottle of wine, and talked. We laughed as she talked about some of the exploits of her sex life. I was getting wetter just thinking about her and I making love later, while she described some of what and her current boyfriend had been up to. I also told her about some of the interesting stuff Jon and I had tried. Lisa then asked me if I had gotten any use out of her "gift". I told her that I had, especially with Jon away, more than he was home lately. I told her how I couldn't wait until he got home because of how horny I was.

That's when she leaned very close to me and took me in her arms. She held me so tight I could feel my pussy gushing. I was so wet. We kissed and she told me that she wanted me. I told her that I wanted her too, and how I hoped to convince her to have sex with me. She told me all I had to do was ask, because come to find out, she missed our little sessions. We kissed hard and deep, as if trying to eat each other up, all the while we teased each other's tits and nipples. When we finally broke our kiss she told me she had been wanting to do that all day. I suggested we move to the bedroom, as we would be more comfortable on my bed. We walked into the bedroom that Lisa had decorated for Jon and I moved into before we got married. It had been a wonderful homecoming gift from her when we had returned from our honeymoon.

"I've always loved this room, and this bed," Lisa said.

"You should," I said, laughing, "You decorated it for us." We undressed quickly and hopped up onto the bed. Lisa started kissing my neck, and I was playing with her tits. I'd always loved playing with them because they were so sensitive, she almost came on the spot. I took her nipples in my mouth making them as hard as little steel balls. She then lied me back on to the huge pillows, and went to work on my body. She started on my tits and nipples, kissing and touching them. I could feel my pussy juices running down my legs. "I've missed this wet pussy so much." She said. She took my clit in her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. It felt so good. I'd always enjoyed it when she did that. Jon loved it too because he could make me come several times and would stay down there for hours if I let him. I had a severe orgasm as I thought what it would be like if both Lisa and Jon had played with my clit like that at the same time. Lisa called me a slut for enjoying it so much. She asked what I was thinking about and I told her what I had just been fantasizing about. I then sat up and pushed her down onto the bed. "Eat me, bitch!" She screamed. I kept right on going, making her come as hard as I just did. I didn't realize how love-starved we were for each other.

She pulled me on top of her, and in this position our tits and pussies were touching and it was so arousing. She and I had started grinding our pussies together and the sensation was mind-blowing as we both came like wailing banshees. After this, I grabbed the dildo she had given me. I reminded her of our promise to each other. I took the dildo and slowly entered it into her pussy. She squealed with delight as I started pushing it in and out, slowly at first, then increasing my speed and intensity. She had a massive orgasm, screaming as she came. She then said it was my turn. She had me get on all fours and took the dildo and started it in and out of my hot cunt. I was on the verge of coming when all of the sudden she stopped. When I asked why, she said she had a surprise for me. She pulled a black silk scarf out of my night table drawer that Jon and I had used on several occasions and tied it over my face so that I couldn't see. Then there was a shift on the bed, and I thought nothing of it at first. All of the sudden, there was a powerful set of hands on my ass, and a real live hard cock was entering me. I was very surprised, but I was enjoying it too much because my pussy had been man-starved for so long. I started coming and didn't stop, even when my mysterious lover emptied his cock deep into my love hole.

Then the man, who smelled wonderful, said to me "I've been waiting to see you with Lisa for the longest time. I had to set this little scene up just to do it." With that the blindfold was removed and I was turned around to see the wonderfully hard body of my husband, Jon. I then felt a little guilty, as I looked at Lisa sitting in the oversized, stuffed chair in our room, playing with herself. "Don't worry. I was so turned on by what I saw. I couldn't wait to join you. You looked so wonderful as Lisa was eating you." He then kissed me so lovingly, and I still couldn't believe that he was here, two days early.

"How did you manage this?" I asked. He explained to me that when he and I talked a few days earlier, I sounded depressed, lonely and very horny. He called Lisa and set up the whole afternoon. I asked him how he got home so quick, he said he came in the night before, and resisted the urge to come home, just knowing what I would be doing when he "caught" me. I asked him just how much he saw, he replied "everything." He also said that he wanted a three-way, just so he could see just how Lisa and I spent some of our evenings.

Jon then pulled me close to him and put my hands on his hard again cock. I was amazed. It usually takes Jon a couple of hours to get hard again, but I was not one to complain. He said he wanted to fuck me and Lisa both, if she was agreeable, and of course, she was. Jon laid me down and started to work on my pussy. God, it felt so good having him home and eating me. Lisa came over and put her hot cunt right down on my face. The smell was intense and I started to have another orgasm. I was in heaven, I couldn't believe that I was making love to my husband and best friend at the same time. Jon got up and slipped his rock-hard cock into my pussy, it felt so good after being two weeks without him. I made him pull out and lie down. Lisa took this as her cue, and crawled on top of him and impaled herself on his hard cock. I then sat on his face and he began to eat my hot cunt. Lisa and I were facing each other, kissing, touching, and coming all at the same time. Lisa and I started coming together and screaming at our pleasure. This set off a chain reaction in Jon, who then unloaded his hot come deep into Lisa's cunt. When he finished, I rolled Lisa over and ate my husbands love juice out of her cunt. The combination of the two together tasted wonderful. I promised her that next time, she could do the same to me. Afterwards, we all dozed off together.

I must have been more tired than I had realized, because when I woke two hours later, Jon was lying there watching me, with that look of deep love in his eyes. He kissed me and told me that he loved me very much. When I asked where Lisa was, he said that she thought we needed to be left alone, and took off. She left me a note that said she was looking forward to doing this again soon. Jon then said I should appreciate his patience for not coming home when he arrived in town the night before. He said he had masturbated at the thought of Lisa and I making love. Just the thought of him stroking his powerful cock to orgasm set my pussy on fire. He started caressing my breasts and told me how sexy I looked. He encouraged me to start spending a lot more time with Lisa, especially when he was away, telling him in explicit details what we did. I promised him that I would. And with that, I welcomed him home properly, as only as love-starved wife can.



Caught in the Act



I was limping down our street, I had just sprained my ankle the day before playing softball...what a time to have the car break down on me...I was heading home this hot afternoon to surprise my live-in girlfriend and have an after-nooner with her when the car gave out...walking in that heat with a shirt and tie on really sucks!

As I lifted my head to wipe my brow, I saw down the street something that stood me still in my tracks...she was in our neighbor's bushes peeking through the window!!! Just as I saw her there peeking in, she lost her balance and tumbled noisily onto the ground! I started to hobble as fast as I could to help her when suddenly, the neighbor appeared at the window...he must have heard her fall...

Now, Pete (our neighbor), who had just moved in a couple of weeks ago, was a strapping young man about 28 years old, thin yet rippling hard muscles from working construction work, a dark tan and, of course, long, flowing light brown hair. I had caught her a couple of times watching him out washing his truck but never thought that the interest went past that...

At any rate, before I could even get within shouting distance, Pete came around the corner wearing a bath towel around his waist and his hair dripping wet...apparently, she had been watching him take a shower...

I decided to wait and watch further to see what all would transpire. I edged closer, hiding behind a tree...I couldn't hear what was being said but I could see her face was red with embarrassment and he shook his head gently, as if to say "Don't worry about a thing."

He leaned over and picked her up easily in his strong arms and started to carry her into his house, apparently to make sure that she was ok...what I saw next almost floored me...she reached around behind him and sneakily tugged his towel loose!!! As he strode around the back of the house, the towel fell off, leaving him buck-naked!!! He whirled around quickly but couldn't do a thing with her in his arms!!! Not knowing what to do, he decided to get her inside first and come back for the towel...

They both disappeared around back and I slipped out from behind the tree cautiously, waiting for him to come back and retrieve the towel...and waited...and waited...

When it became apparent that he wasn't coming back any time soon, I proceeded toward the house as fast as I could limp...despite the hot weather, Pete, being the rugged type, had the windows open rather than the air conditioning on...peeking through the back window, I saw that he had laid her on the couch and she was clutching his arm...she was complaining about her head and wouldn't let go of his arm...so there he stood, naked beside her, stooped over so that his tight ass faced me...

"Don't go just yet," she said weakly. "Just stroke my forehead for a bit."

"Well, at least let me get some pants on!" 

"Don't worry about it, I've seen plenty of cocks before."

He laughed, "That's probably true...at least, you've already seen mine through the window! At least, let me get you some water and a chair for me."

He turned toward the kitchen and reached up to the cabinet to get a glass. She rolled over and watched him walk away and lean forward to get the glass. It was obvious nothing was wrong with her but she was enjoying the view and the attention.

As he returned with the glass of water, I could now see his cock, it was thick and fairly long although not erect...I figured he was still somewhat aroused and therefore, his cock was swollen. He grabbed a kitchen chair and placed up by her head, close enough that he could lean over her and help her with the water...like a typical man, he spread his legs when he sat, which meant his cock was only a foot or so away from her face...she stared and he noticed and smiled slightly...

"Drink up," he said and raised the glass to her lips...she sipped and then rolled her head sideways again...

"So what exactly were you doing again?" he asked rather coyly.

She hemmed and hawed for a few seconds and finally said, "Aw, what the hell, I can't come up with a good lie...I was watching you wash that hot body of yours!"

I damn near fell over at that! He smiled and shook his long golden brown locks of hair. "Aren't you a married woman?"

"Naw, he's my boyfriend! He doesn't mind, I'm sure. In fact, he would probably like to watch me fuck you sometime!"

My jaw dropped and I got mad...'How dare she!' I thought! Yet, there I stood, watching this all unfold before me. As if on queue, my cock started to stir and I found myself getting aroused.

"Yeah, right," he said, still grinning.

"Absolutely! He would love to see me grab your cock like this," and she reached out and grabbed his love wand without warning, "and he would want me to take the limp dick into my mouth and suck it hard like this!" and she proceeded to engulf his penis into her mouth!!!

He threw his head back and arched his pelvis towards her and I unzipped my fly and unbuckled my pants. My cock burst forward and I took it into my hands and started to rub it. The head throbbed in my hands as I slowly stroked...

She scooted herself up on the couch to be able to lean forward on his manhood. He lifted himself up and over her head, placing his right foot on the couch, just to the left of her shoulder, straddling her face. She could feel his prick start to fill up and swell out as she masterfully tickled the underside with her tongue as she sucked hard on his cock. Suddenly, as he filled her mouth with love meat, she realized that he was bigger than she thought and she started to gag on it!

Taking it out of her mouth, she watched it finish growing before her. "Wow! That's magnificent!" she said, in spite of herself. There before her was a fully erect, 7 ½" throbbing thick mass of meat, glistening with her saliva!!!

He grins as she reached up with her left hand and fondled his balls. They hang down several inches and are as big as eggs. She placed her hand under them and teabagged them gently. She encircle his scrotum just above his balls with her index finger and thumb, letting his balls rest in her hand. She kissed them softly, slowly...she licked the furry testicles then engulf them in her mouth, sucking in the right then the left...but she couldn't seem to get both in at once, they're too big...

With her right hand, she slid up beside his cock and up his shaft. She rubbed him with an open hand at first, then grabbed the prick and started to jack him off, slowly at first but building up speed as she continued to nurture his balls with her mouth. She looked up to see him leaning over her with his eyes closed, enjoying every second over her control.

Outside, my pants were down around my knees and I was flat out jerking off. Despite my anger at her, I was totally turned on by what I saw. My shaved balls were in my left hand, my right hand was furiously flailing on my log. Sweat was dripping off my chin and on my brow but I didn't care.

Inside, he stopped her from stroking and pushed away. He reached for her shirt and unbuttoned it slowly to find that she was wearing a push-up bra that is open in front, thus exposing her brown nipples and full breasts to him. He paused in awe, his mouth dropped open. Then, he reached down and gently kissed first the right, then the left nipple, lingering at each kiss. She sighed as he did it and then they both finished removing the shirt.

Unbuckling her shorts, he then pulled them off to reveal lace silk panties, black with red trim.

'She sure knew what she wanted when she got up this morning,' I grumbled in thought. I remembered that morning, she didn't want to have any sex before I left. I had thought that a little unusual but it had happened once or twice before. I had dismissed as maybe she were too tired. Now, I knew better...yet, I continued stroking my hard-on with fury.

Inside, he had peeled off her sopping wet panties, had lifted her upon the couch over his face while she leaned back over the back, her right hand on his cock, the left hand holding her up while he started to lick her pussy juices which were running down both thighs in streams. She stroked his cock as his tongue slithered up her legs and eventually to her hot, moist box. When his nose brushed her hairless cunt, she quivered unexpectedly and she moaned loudly. His flat tongue covered her lips and slid from bottom to top and stopped at the clit, where he started to flick the tip around her passion knob. 

She trembled and started to pound on his face like she was riding a bucking bronco. She squeezed his cock hard as she started to convulse into spasms of orgasm!!! 

"OH GOD, YES!!!" she screamed into the hot summer air, her head thrown back, her left hand clutching the sofa to keep her upright while she clung to his enormous cock in her right, spasm after spasm rippling through her body!!! She had wanted him so much for so long that just the touch of his tongue on her pussy made her explode!!!

Screaming, she fucked his tongue as he now had it in her vagina licking the cunt juices up inside she as she sprayed his face with hot, sticky sweet magma from within her!!! 

'Three, four, five...was it gonna stop???' she thought as she rode. 'Hell, I hope it never does!!!'

Hearing her scream, I busted my nut, my cock spewing molten cum all over the siding of his house! I had never heard her scream before like that and it flipped me out! I sprayed for almost a minute, totally whitewashing the side of the house. My legs went limp and I fell to my knees, exhausted.

Inside, she finally grabbed his head and pushed him away...

"I want that huge cock of yours inside my hot pussy...NOW!!!"

He bent her over the arm of the couch and stood behind her. Pressing his magnificent 7 between her ass cheeks, she squealed and slapped him away. 

"No, not there! Please, not there!! That's only for my boyfriend!!! Besides, that thing is way too big for that!!"

He chuckled and then pressed the head against her sopping wet pussy lips, the bulbous thing slid easily in with all the lube juice there. Once inside, the head popped in and the thick shaft slid roughly through her tight opening. She could feel every vein, every line, every bump as it slid slowly in her. He was good!!! 

Slowly, he started to rock into her and pushed her hard into the couch arm. Faster...she started to feel it building in her again...

Faster...his low hanging balls started to slap at her thighs...

Faster...she felt his hips hit her ass and realized he is plowing her now...

Faster...full strength! She could feel it hitting bottom, balls slapping her bald pussy and thighs!!! She started to whine and moan uncontrollably, part in pain but mostly in pleasure as he pounded harder and harder with each stroke!

She screamed again as waves of lustful pleasure sent shockwaves through her body!!! Her face, half buried in the couch cushion, turned sideways and her screams were half muffled but she shoke with undeniable ecstasy!!! His head was back, eyes were closed as he shoved each stroke harder and deeper into her! Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hips, pulled himself deep within her, hunched above her and BAM!!!

A hot explosion inside of her made her explode into one of the greatest orgasms of her life!!! She shivered, shook and cringed all at once, clutching hard at the couch as she gasped for air that just doesn't come. He pulled his cock out of her to let the last bit of jism splash on her ass and down the crack. She didn't seem to notice as she continued to gasp and finally, she laid limp on the couch, totally spent and exhausted.

I gathered myself up quickly and suddenly notice a movement in the bushes back beyond the back yard. Looking up, I saw two teenage girls...they had been watching me watch them...they giggled and turned and scurried away...

How ironic...



Caught in the Act



Location: University House, University of Birmingham, England

20th May 1991

Drew slipped of her shoes and quietly padded down the corridor of her University Hall of residence, trying not to wake anyone at this time of night and this close to exams. When she got to the door of her room she slowly inserted her key, unlocked the door and silently entered so as not to wake Willow, her roommate.

As she stood still for a second to let her eyes adjust to the darkness she saw her roommate was, in fact, very much awake. Willow was kneeling on her bed naked, facing away from the door, her smooth hourglass figure dimly lit by a sliver of moonlight pushing through a thin crack in the curtains. Drew could see that Willow was rocking very, very slowly back and forth on her knees but it wasn't until her eyes drifted to the portion of bed underneath Willow's lips that she realised what exactly was going on.

Willow had the back of her left hand resting on the bed with two fingers pointing straight up in the air, the gentle rocking motion was causing her to penetrate herself and then draw all the way out until her fingers were no longer anywhere near her body. Willow's motion was so gentle, and carried out with such care and in silence that it took Drew a further few seconds to realise what she had interrupted.

Oh my god, thought Drew, she's masturbating. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Drew herself masturbated just as much since arriving at college as she always had done at home, although she only felt comfortable doing it in the shower because she shared a room and was worried in case, well, in case something like this happened.

Drew would masturbate in the shower in the same way she supposed most women did. She would lean against the shower wall and direct the powerful jet of water between her legs to stimulate her clitoris and lips. The sensation always was wonderful but she often had difficulties going all the way and bringing herself to orgasm when she masturbated like this because she found it hard to come standing up. When she approached the brink of orgasm she would feel like her legs were going to give way, tense up and lose the moment, which often let to the frustration of a near-orgasm.

Drew continued to watch Willow masturbate with fascination. She wasn't the first person she'd watch masturbate of course. She'd been going out with her boyfriend for a couple of months before arriving at university, and continued to see him, although not very often since she'd arrived in September. At 18 she didn't feel like she was ready for sex yet so instead they satisfied themselves sometimes by masturbating each other, but most of the time by laying together kissing and chatting whilst they played with themselves. She enjoyed the amount of control it gave her boyfriend, Mark, who could hold himself close to orgasm for some time whilst Drew masturbated to two or three orgasms with them both coming at the same time for her final one. She loved it when they came together and often found it hard to resist leaping on Mark and feeling his ecstasy from deep inside her.

So although no stranger to watching masturbation and to being watched masturbating this was altogether a different experience. This time she was watching another woman bring herself to orgasm and nothing she had seen before could compare.

Drew found herself almost hypnotised by the rhythmic motion of Willow's body when all of a sudden she was brought back to reality by a gasp from Willow. At first she thought that Willow had noticed her but she gave no sign of this and carried on stroking herself. In fact, Drew surmised, the gasp had indicated that her excitement was growing and she'd gone up to the next level of pleasure as her orgasm grew inside her.

Almost as if in confirmation of this Willow stopped her rhythmic rocking and rested her bottom on the heels of her feet and the hand that she was using to penetrate herself before started moving rapidly, and although Drew couldn't see from her position she guessed that her roommate was could no longer hold back and wanted to masturbate herself to orgasm as quickly as she could now. Whilst she played with her clitoris her heavy breathing and quiet whimpering turned to speech "Oh god…that feels so good…I'm so close, I have to come, I ooooooooohhhhh" and with that Willow began to come.

This was the first female orgasm Drew had witnessed other than her own, and she was surprised at how long it lasted compared to a boy's orgasm, and also how beautiful it was compared to a boys orgasm, and then just as Willow collapsed face down on the bed basking in the fun she had just given herself, Drew decided that is was time to let her know she was there – after all she'd have to find out sooner or later.

"I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Oh my god!" said Willow, turning round and putting her hand to her mouth and, even in the dim light turning bright red, "I had no idea you were back, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, when did you get in, did you see me…"

"Yes, I did. I came in quietly because I thought you'd be sleeping, I know I interrupted something very personal, I'm sorry"

"Its not your fault, its mine." said Willow turning on the bedside light and getting up off the bed, paradoxically she was so incredibly embarrassed about what just transpired that she didn't feel any awkwardness about standing before Drew naked, and didn't see anything unusual in hugging her friend.

This is the first naked woman I've ever held, thought Drew. It felt different from hugging a man, gently, and her skin felt cooler and softer.

"Look Willow, please don't feel bad," said Drew reassuringly, "We all masturbate, me especially so, and its so hard in a place with as little privacy as this. So not only do I not want you to feel bad, I want you to feel comfortable about masturbating in here again whenever you want, whether I'm here or not, and don't worry about it. That way we might survive this year with our sanity's intact."

"OK, thanks. You're a very understanding roommate" said Willow, walking to the sink to get a drink, preparing to go back to bed, this time to sleep.

"God, its so late, we'd best get some sleep" yawned Drew. Up until now, Drew would get ready for bed in the bathroom – emerging in her nightie after getting changed in private however tonight, sensing their friendship had reached a watershed after their conversation she naturally removed her clothes, put them away and padded naked over to the sink in order to brush her teeth.

Once they were both ready for bed Drew, still naked, walked over to Willow and gave her a reassuring hug, their bodies briefly pushed together as they embraced their new, deeper friendship.

22nd May 1991

Drew arrived home from her classes at 3PM tired and slightly frustrated. In the morning she'd tried masturbating with the shower head but for whatever reason, be it noise for the other people walking around on the corridor or just not being in the right frame of mind she's failed to have an orgasm as therefore had been somewhat horny and bad tempered all day.

However Drew was now left with a dilemma. After their conversation two days ago, Drew felt like she should really feel free to masturbate in her room without worrying too much about Willow interrupting, although she was worried that everything that was said was just in the heat of the moment and on reflection Willow really didn't feel like they should be as open about their sexuality as they'd agreed the other night.

Oh this is ridiculous, she thought, Willow probably won't be back for another two hours anyway and I really need to get this out of my system, and with that Drew removed her clothes and just decided to lay down for a few minutes and relax until some of the tensions of the day ebbed from her.

After a few minutes Drew arose from her bed and strolled over to the window. From her vantage point she could look down on the gardens and see people sitting around and talking – occasionally quite laughter would reach her window – fortunately, she thought, they were unable to see her.

The thought of being naked, and yet almost a part of this gentle summer scene aroused her and she found herself reaching down between her legs to casually play with her clitoris. Drew leant back against the window frame listening to the sounds of summer and casually masturbating – this is what she had missed since leaving for university, the chance to have leisurely masturbation sessions and orgasms.

Drew lay back down on her bed and carried on masturbating, her eyes closed, dreaming that she was a part of that summer scene, in amongst them, naked and aroused as they all carried on chatting about exams and the weather. She was so caught up in her fantasy that she didn't even hear Willow enter, just the latter part of the sentence she had presumably been uttering.

"…more homework and I swear I'll murder him. Oh god, whoops, sorry, Drew, I didn't mean to." She blurted.

"That's OK." Said Drew trying to sound casual as if she'd been caught brushing her teeth or something "Its just as much your room as it is mine. If you object I can stop, or go somewhere else."

"No, don't be silly," replied Willow, "you can't possibly stop what you're doing. I'll go down to the library to work and come back in a couple of hours."

"Please stay," asked Drew before she even realised what she was asking, "You can work at your desk and I'll just carry on here, I'm very quiet and you won't even notice. Then I won't feel guilty about turfing you out of your own room."

"OK sure," said Willow, "and without further ado put her books on her desk and started working away.

Drew lay on her bed motionless for a few seconds, trying to get her brain around the situation, and then, trying to put Willow out of her mind laid on her back again and continued stroking her lips and clitoris as her friend got to work on her maths homework. After a few more minutes of slow self-conscious rubbing the pleasurable sensations over-ran Drew and she forgot Willow's presence in the room as she drifted off into her own fantasy world. She imagined again that she was part of the summer scene she saw out on the lawn a few moments ago. The dreamt she was laying on the grass naked, her head resting on the knee of one of her friends and just listened to the lazy summer noises of bee's and casual chatter as she masturbated herself.

It wasn't long before the warmth, and the fantasy and her skilled fingers began to overtake her and she could feel her orgasm approaching. Forgetting where she was and, more importantly, who was there she began to abandon herself to the moment, letting out little animal grunts and yelps as she rubbed herself faster and faster building to an orgasm.

As she got closer she decided, as she often did, that she wanted to watch herself at the moment of orgasm and so, propping herself on one elbow she looked down between her legs as she felt the inevitable moment grow so close she could almost touch it. Then all of a sudden she realised that of course, she wasn't the only one in the room as the evenings events flooded back to her. She looked over at Willow and what she saw made her stop what she was doing out of amazement. Willow, who last she saw was working, had opened the fly on her jeans and was very quietly moving her hand around inside her pants.

"Why don't you make yourself more comfortable" said Drew, breaking the silence.

Drew thought Willow would explode with embarrassment but instead she just whipped her hand out of her trousers and as casually as she could in her flushed state replied "Huh?"

"Well we're both masturbating. Why don't you take your clothes off , come and lay down and we can do it together"

"But we can't…" objected Willow.

"Look, I'm not a lesbian any more that you are" interrupted Drew, anticipating what Willow was about to say "but we've both seen each other naked, we've both seen each other masturbating, and we're both masturbating now. So you might as well get comfortable and enjoy it and we can have a nice chat."

Pausing for a few seconds to consider her options, Willow got up, stretched, and then proceeded to take of her clothes. Starting with her brogues she then slipped down her woollen tights along with her knickers whilst keeping her skirt on. Then she removed her white cotton blouse and again paused. Willow had realised that removing anything else would either expose her breasts or her nether lips…this was the point of no return. Then, making her decision she casually walked over to face the mirror, her back to Drew and removed her bra, then with a deep breath allowed her black and white checked skirt to drop to the ground.

Then, in one motion she kicked her skirt away and placed her legs slightly apart and without turning to Drew started playing with herself in front of the mirror. Then she turned and continuing to masturbate walked idly over to Drew's bed and plonked herself down on the side that Drew had vacated for her. They lay together, naked, side by side, both playing with themselves staring into each others eyes and smiling. Their taboos finally broken, and nothing left other than to enjoy each others company and their own individual orgasms.

"You were really close to coming earlier" reminded Willow, "I'm afraid I'm quite a long way behind so if you want to come then just come."

"It's alright, I'll do what my boyfriend does when we masturbate. I'll hold myself right at the edge until you get closer and the we can orgasm together, it'll be nicer."

"OK, cool" said Willow and set to work on herself.

As they both masturbated, Drew with her slow strokes holding herself as close to the edge as she dare, breathing heavily and giving little glottal moans and Willow with her vigorous rubbing, still obviously some way off but rapidly catching up with her friends state of arousal, Drew moved her hips a little closer to Willow. That way, although not deliberately touching each other their hands would occasionally brush against each other lightly so they could both feel the action of the others self-pleasure.

Then, briefly, surprisingly briefly thought Drew, she felt Willow begin to slow down to a similar slow steady masturbation as herself.

"Drew" said Willow quietly.

"Yes, Willow."

"I'm there. I'm right on the edge of orgasm, just like you. I just wanted to thank-you, before we come together, for how open you've been. This has all been really special to me."

"Me too. Now, Willow"

"Yes"

"Lets go for it" and with that they both started vigorously masturbating, their hands rubbing themselves and each other as both girls, each with their own individual masturbation styles pushed each other over the edge.

When they spoke about it afterwards, neither could remember which one came first, but the orgasm of one of them pushed the other over and they both came together, longer and more powerfully than either could ever remember coming before. Then, collapsing onto their backs they lay their panting, basking in the afterglow of shared orgasm. They didn't even notice that as they lay there they held each other's wet hand. After what seemed like an eternity, Drew began to get cold.

"Lets snuggle up in bed together." Suggested Drew.

"That sounds great," and with that, they both got off the bed jumped underneath the covers and held each other closely as they drifted off into a sound, peaceful sleep.



Caught In The Act



I am a 34-year-old guy who one day had an sexual encounter, that to this day I have no idea if it was a planned encounter or not. I was dating this girl that I met at a friends party a few months earlier. She was sweet looking thing about 35 years of age. I found out after a few dates that she had an 18-year-old daughter that she had from a previous marriage that was short lived. I was not really into dating a woman who had kids but she was really hot and she swept me off my feet. She was the kind of girl who loved to tease a man to the fullest. 

During the course of our time together, she would try all types of sexual things on me in bed. She really knew how to please a man and of course, who was I to argue. One of her favorite things to do was to tie me up to the bed, binding my hands and feet and play sexual games using my cock and balls to make me do what she wanted to her. She would stroke my cock and suck it sometimes so much that I would beg her to make me cum because my cock was so hard that it hurt. Sometimes she would blindfold me so I could not see what she was doing or when she was going to do it. I'm telling you, the girl was really hot. 

She had a nice set of tits with big nipples that would please any man. Her tight little pussy combined with a nice firm ass really made sex with her a very enjoyable experience, so I didn't mind at all doing what she wanted me to. The only problem that I had was getting time with her alone. Like I said she had a kid and finding so time alone was a problem most of the time. I used to get really frustrated every time I wanted to come over and have sex with her mother and she would be there watching TV or talking on the phone with one of her girlfriends. This was why I didn't want to be with a woman who had kids because they can be such a pain in the ass. Every time we would go into the bedroom to fool around, we would have to be quite so her daughter couldn't hear us. A few times I heard her at the door trying to listen under the door to hear what we were doing. 

Last week my girl called me up and said that she had good news for me. Her daughter was going to a sleep over for the weekend at her friend's house and we would have the whole weekend to ourselves. She told me that she wanted to tie me up and blindfold me and tease my cock for hours. She wanted me to be very submissive to her and that she was going to make me beg for relief. The thought of me having her for the weekend without any interruptions and what she was going to do to me really made me horny and I couldn't wait for the end of the week to come. 

When I showed up Saturday night, she was wearing a white lace teddy with high heals. Her hair was all done up and with a big smile she said that we were going to have fun tonight. I felt my cock getting hard already with the thought of this sexy woman taking her time on me and making me her slave. She told me to get my clothes off and to get into bed. She said that she had a lot of things she wanted to do to me and she can wait any longer. So I took off my clothes as she said and got into the bed. As I lay there on my back, my cock semi-hard with anticipation, she took out the restrains from her dresser and began to strap me down. 

After she finished with the restrains and made sure that I couldn't move, she told me that I was a very bad boy this week and that I was going to be punished. I don't know what that meant but the way she said it really excited me. She began with my cock, stroking it from my balls to my head. I could feel the blood flowing into my cock and my heart was pumping with the excitement of what she was going to do to me. It didn't take long for my cock to get to full length and for the head of my cock to begin throbbing, dripping with precum. I told her that I was not going to last if she didn't stop stroking my cock the way she was. 

She told me that I knew what the rules of the game were and that she bought something to insure that I would not be able to cum until she allowed me. She walked out into the other room and came in with a bag of toys that she had purchase earlier that day. She put the bag on the bed beside me and pulled out a cock ring. She had never used that on me before and to tell you the truth I never wore one. She began to lick up my inner thigh, moving her tongue up over my balls to the head of my cock, licking the precum from the head. She placed the cock ring over my stiff cock to the base of my rod and adjusted it to fit me snug. She then told me that only if I was a good boy that she would release the ring and let me cum. She then began to deep throat my swollen cock making it swell even more in her warm little mouth. I could feel my balls tightening up, trying to release my juices but because of the cock ring, it couldn't. After she got my cock swollen to the point were the veins in my cock were protruding out, and my head was swollen beyond belief, she stood up on the bed and lifted up her teddy exposing her moist little pussy lips. This girl had the sexiest pussy I have ever seen on a woman. She had a light fluff of hair at the top of her pussy and her lips would hang down with little drops of moisture at the ends. She moved, positioning her pussy just above my face and told me to stick my tongue out and lick the juices from her lips. I did as she wanted and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. When my tongue reached her wet pussy, she began to move it back and forth on my tongue. Her juices tasted so good and I could feel her pussy getting wetter with every motion. My cock was throbbing with the anticipation of having that little pussy rapped around my shaft. I asked her if she could sit on my aching cock so that I could feel the warmth of her moist hole. She told me that if I promised I would be a good boy that she would. I promised I would and with that she moved down over my throbbing cock and swatted down over the head letting her moist pussy lips just touch the tip and asked me again to promise that I would do whatever she wanted. With a defined "yes" I said "anything" and with that she grabbed my stiff shaft and worked it in to her tight moist hole. As she lowered her pussy on my cock, she let out a loud moan as she felt the ridges of my swollen cock spreading her little tight love canal. The feeling was incredible. I could feel the inside of her pussy contracting on my cock as she began to slide up and down my shaft, from my balls to my swollen head. The pressure in my balls began to increase and I felt them begin to swell as well, filling up with cum. She leaned over me and began to kiss and lick my ears, whispering to me that my cock felt fantastic and asked me if I would mind if she played with her nipples. I said no, and she lifted herself up and while riding my shaft, she moved the top of her teddy to each side exposing her beautiful tits. Her nipples were enormous, dark in color, protruding straight out, as hard as rocks. I felt my cock stutter at the sight of them and she must have felt it too because she said to me, "OH, you like that, do you?" 

She then began to play with them, pulling them between her fingers asking me if I would like to suck on them. Between her riding my cock and seeing her play with her tits, my cock was in a frenzy with no way to release. She told me if I would be a good boy, she would let me suck on her nipples. I pleaded with her to bring them to me so I could, and as I was pleading with her she reached back with her hand and began lightly stroking my swollen balls with her finger tips, and with a sensual voice asked me if I was sure I was going to be a good boy. My heart stopped with the sensation she was giving me. My cock was going to explode. I was surprised that the release string on the cock ring didn't let go. Just as she was about to let me suck on her nipples, the phone rang. It was her daughter. She had forgotten her pajamas and toothbrush and she need her to bring them over to her friend's house. 

She had told her daughter that she was in the middle of something and asked her if she could wait awhile, but her daughter started to complain that she needed it now and she had to come right away. She said all right and hung up the phone. She told me that she had to bring something's to her daughter and that she would be right back. I lost my temper and said that I was tired of her daughter's crap and that she shouldn't go now. I told her that if she went, I was leaving. She told me not to get upset and that I was being a bad boy and if I didn't stop, she was not going to let me cum when she got back. I was so pissed and I wanted to get up but I couldn't move. She told me to calm down and relax that she would be back soon. She then got dressed, grabbed the things her daughter wanted and left the house. 

After about 5 minutes, I began to calm down and thought about how good she was making me feel. My cock was still at attention and throbbing. I was so horny and frustrated, I need to cum so bad it hurt. She had me so excited that I could feel the pressure of my cum trying to break through the restraint of the cock ring. About a minute later I heard the front door open and I was anxious to get back to where we were. To my surprise, her daughter Sara walked into the room. My face turned beet red at the thought of what she must be thinking. My first reaction was to get up and cover myself, but I couldn't due to the restrains. 

A silence filled the room for about a second before she put a smile on her face and said, "so this is what you do in here at night." I always wanted to know what all the noise was about and now I see. I asked her where her mother was and she told me that we called her on her car phone and had her go to the supermarket to get us some food. I then asked her in a questionable voice, "who are we?" With that two of her friends came into sight in the doorway. My heart stopped. Here I was, a grown man lying naked strapped to the bed with a ripping erection with three girls, one being my girlfriends daughter giggling at the site of me. 

After a minute of eyeing my cock, Sara walked into the room and sat by my side on the bed. She began to ask me why I was tied up and asked me what the thing on my cock was. I told her that this was something she should not see and that she better leave before her mom gets back. She then, with a devilish smile said that I was not in any position to be telling her what to do. She told me that she was not to young to know about sex and that she is in the sex education class in school this semester. She told me that her friends and her planned to come over to spy on us to see what it was all about. She knew that if she was leaving for the weekend that we would be having sex and they were interested in watching us. 

When they saw what was going on, they decided to trick her mom into leaving the house so they could get a closer look. I quickly became angry and told her to take her friends out of the house and to call her mother to come home. She looked at me with that devilish grin again and said "You are not going to be a bad boy again, are you" and with that she slowly took her hand and began to stroke my stiff cock. I started fighting, trying to release myself from the restrains that held me to the bed, but to no avail. She must have seen and heard what we were doing and thought she would copy her mom. The other girls looked on as Sara was stroking my swollen cock. I couldn't help but get aroused at what was going on. She must have felt that I was enjoying what she was doing because she smiled and asked me if I wanted her to move her hand faster. I nodded and she started caressing my cock at a faster pace. 

I couldn't help but moan at the feeling she was giving me. She then noticed that I was getting wet at the tip of my cock. She asked me if that was cum. I told her that it was precum and that it was normal because of how I was feeling. She then asked me what it tasted like and I told her that her mom thought it tasted good and that she loved to lick it off. Sara stared at it for a moment and then moved down to have a taste. When her little mouth touched the head of my cock, I thought I would die. I began to moan as she licked the fluid off of my swollen head. I told her to stop what she was doing, that this was wrong but she told me that she wanted to do it and I couldn't stop her. I looked up at her friends that were still standing in the doorway. 

I notice that one of the girls was running her fingers between her legs. She looked like what Sara was doing was really exciting her. When Sara was finished licking my juices from my swollen head, she looked up at her friends and told them to take off their clothes. She said that they were going to start class earlier this year. The girls looked at each other and began removing their clothes. Sara told her friend Kim to come over and suck on my cock. Kim moved between my legs and began working her mouth around my cock. The other girl moved to the side of Kim and started playing with my balls. Holding them in her hand and fondling them. My cock was in a state of shock. I then watched as Sara began taking off her clothes standing beside me. 

She had a body like her mom and was getting off on watching her friends work my cock. When she was finished undressing, she lifted her leg onto the bed and started playing with her hot little pussy. My cock was screaming hard as I watched the little bitch fingering her moist pussy, getting off on watching her friends playing with my stiff shaft. After about a minute, she told her friends to stop playing with me and watch as she was going to fuck me. My heart jumped and I told Sara that she couldn't do that. She just proceeded to climb on the bed, positioning her little pink pussy over the head of my throbbing cock. I tried to squirm my cock away from her but she grabbed my stiff shaft and worked it in her tight little hole. 

She let out a load scream as my cock entered her young love canal. I told her to stop what she was doing because it was wrong and that her mom would be really upset. She just ignored me and began riding my cock the best she could. I felt my cock spread that little pussy and break threw her inner barrier. She screamed with pleasure as she felt the swollen veins of my throbbing shaft part her virgin pussy and sent a pleasure threw her entire body. I started to moan uncontrollably with her pussy sliding on my shaft. She asked me if I was going to cum and I told her that I couldn't. She asked me if it was because of the ring on my shaft that was causing the problem. 

I told her yes, and that it was better that way because she was just to young to be doing this and that she should stop. She then got up from my cock and with a smile on her face told her girlfriends to play with and suck my cock lick it was there favorite lollypop. They all got down around my cock and began to caress it and suck it. I began to grown with pleasure as these horny young girls were making my cock swell beyond belief. I told them I need to cum and pleaded with them to release the cock ring. Sara then looked up at me and in a devious voice, pointed at the release string and said as she was stroking my cock, "this string?"

I said yes and asked her to do it. She told me that she would take it off if I would lick her girlfriend's pussies until they came. I immediately said no, that I couldn't do that. It would be wrong. She said "ok then" and began to lick the swollen head of my cock. Running her tongue around the head as she stroked my ball with her finger tips. The excitement was killing me. I had to cum and I had no choice but to do what she asked of me. I told her I would do what ever she wanted and with that she told one of the girls to position her pussy by my mouth. While I was eating this girl's pussy, Sara and her other friend were still playing with my cock. It didn't take long for the girl's pussy to spasm and to shoot her orgasm in my mouth. 

She tasted so sweet and that little pussy came so much that it was dripping down her leg. She then got down with Sara and took over for the other girl so I could do her. After I made her cum, I asked Sara if she could take the ring off. Sara said that I had to do her too and that she wanted it like I do it to her mom. Sara climbed on my face, in a 69 position, sticking her sweet wet pussy in my mouth as she helped her friends play with my throbbing cock. As I licked her pussy. She started to moan with pleasure. It wasn't long before I saw that her clit was swollen. I then positioned my mouth that I could lick the tip of the little bitches' clit sending her into sexual frenzy. As I licked her swollen clit, I felt my cock ring release and my cock-expanded cock like a balloon, it was so swollen and heavy with all of the cum waiting to release. As I felt her pussy ready to cum in my mouth, she started moaning and grabbed my swollen cock jerking me off as the other girls licked the head of my cock. 

I ran my tongue over her tight little hole and she erupted with a stream of cum in my mouth and on my tongue. As she was cumming one of the girls started licking my balls, I felt the pressure in my cock build up and my balls tightened up and I exploded in a eruption of cum that shot up and sprayed the girls from head to toe. I came witch felt like gallons of cum. After I was finished cumming, the girls got dressed and told me that if I told her mother what they did that she would tell her that I had raped them and that I would go to jail. With that, the girls left me tied up, covered with cum with a lot of explaining to do to her mom. I regretfully say that we are no longer together, but I will never forget that night for the rest of my life.



Caught In The Act



Mike opened the door of his house. Work had been a bit slow that afternoon, so he was home earlier than he would normally be expected. The lights were off in the downstairs rooms and pulled off his coat and wandered lazily up the stairs.

As he climbed the stairs, a rhythmic creaking and the occasional muffled cry intruded on his consciousness.

The door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar. He peeked through the crack and saw a youngish man hammering his cock fiercely into a woman who knelt on all fours in front of him with her face buried in the pillow, muffling her cries. As he watched, the man let out a huge groan as he came into the pussy he was pounding. At the same time the woman lifted her head.

It was his wife, Lisa, her face contorted in passion and lust. Until he had seen her face, his mind had not really considered who the woman being fucked on the bed could be, but now it all came crashing in on him.

Mike's mood quickly coalesced into anger. He charged into the bedroom as the young man was withdrawing from his wife. The looks of the lovers were as shocked as Mike's had been a few moments earlier.

The man seemed to recover quite quickly and scampered out of the bedroom, scooping up a pile of clothes from the floor and rushing down the stairs. Only a few seconds later the door slammed. Mike couldn't bring himself to wonder whether he had rushed out into the cold evening naked or not.

He looked at Lisa. Her expression was one of apprehension. She began to speak, "Mike. I'm sorr.."

"Don't tell me you're sorry!" snapped Mike. "How could you? Here. In our bed."

His anger had boiled into fury and all his frustrations came flooding out.

"Here, in our bed, where I can barely get you to put it into your mouth. Now I know why. You've probably fucked half of the town here. You're a fucking whore, Lisa!"

"This was the only time. Really." Lisa whimpered.

"You slut! Look at you there, with his cum running down your legs. What's his fucking name anyway?"

"I-its Dave. I'm so sorry, Mike." she pleaded, "Please don't leave me, I'll do anything..."

Mike looked up and down his wife. Her long auburn hair was mussed and her pretty face had lipstick and mascara smudged over it. Her breasts heaved as she sobbed. Mike had always loved them. They weren't huge, but they were full and round. Her tummy and bottom were perhaps a little rounder than they had been when they had married ten years earlier, but they combined to give Lisa's body a full, ripe look that he found irresistible.

His gaze centered on the sticky mess that was her pussy. Dave's seed was oozing from between her glistening lips. The sight sent him over the edge.

"Come here!" he commanded.

Lisa came to the edge of the bed on her knees, as Mike undid his pants. His cock was already half erect as he gripped the long hair on the back of Lisa's head and thrust it into her mouth in one motion. As he pulled back and thrust roughly forward again, it had become fully hard and the end slipped into her throat. Lisa gagged as she choked on the hard meat. She tried to pull away, but Mike held her hair firmly.

"You'll fucking take it, like the slut you are!" he hissed, ramming his hard-on into her throat once more.

He continued to fuck her mouth and throat. Urging her to suck it harder. Saliva streamed from her mouth as she gagged, coating his cock and balls. His balls slapped her chin repeatedly as the end of his cock slammed into her throat, all the time putting into words what he thought of her at that moment.

"..whore..."

"..filthy bitch..."

"..fuckslut..."

After a while he used the grip he still had on her hair to pull her head right back off his cock. He caught her eyes. The look in them was a mixture of fear and arousal.

Keeping a firm grip he turned around and pulled her face into his arse.

"Lick it, bitch." he urged, "Lick my hole."

Again she tried to pull away, but, once again, he held her firmly. With his free hand he pulled one cheek aside, exposing his arse-hole. 

"Do it!"

Lisa experimentally poked her tongue at the puckered ring before her. As the tip touched it, Mike pulled her face forcefully into his arse once more.

"Oh yeah, slut. Shove your tongue right up there"

Lisa did as she was told, and prodded her tongue as far as she could into Mike's tight hole. As it became wetter, she found her tongue sliding further and further in. She could hear Mike gasp each time she probed deeper.

Suddenly, Mike spun back to face her. He quickly pushed his cock back into her mouth. It seemed to Lisa that his cock was even harder than it had been before, as it felt like it was going even further down her throat.

Mike's cock and balls were once again slick with her saliva, when he pulled her off and threw her face down on the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you now. Hard! But I'm not going for sloppy seconds in that filthy whore's cunt of yours." he said, pushing the thumb of his right hand viciously into her arse-hole.

With that he pushed his rigid dick into Lisa's arse.Her tightest hole was completely unprepared. The only lubricant was her own saliva on Mike's cock, and whatever of Dave's sperm had run down there. It was agony. She screamed out loud. It felt like she was being split in two.

Mike kept on pushing his meat into her until it was all in there. He had never even tried to fuck Lisa's arse before now. He had known she wouldn't go for it. With barely a pause he began to thrust roughly. Lisa felt like her arse was on fire as he pounded in like a machine.

With the pace that Mike rammed into her arse, it was only a few minutes before he pulled it out and spun her round again. He once more grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her face towards his cock. Realising what he intended, and where his cock had just been, she tried to pull away. Mike was ready for that however and once again pushed his cock deep into her throat.

After three quick thrusts into her mouth, Mike erupted. He felt his load pouring into her mouth. Once more she gagged as a torrent of semen rushed down her throat.

"Swallow it! All!" Mike commanded.

In the event, Lisa could not help two small streams of cum from leaking out of the corners of her mouth. As his orgasm subsided, Mike used his softening dick to push the streams back into her mouth.

After a minute or two, Mike sat on the bed next to her and said, "I won't leave you. Believe it or not I do love you. I'm sorry I was so rough, I was angry. But from now on, you will do anything I want you to. Do you understand?"

Lisa nodded. "I understand. Just please don't leave me."

Mike got up. "Okay. I'm going for a drink. Get yourself cleaned up. I'll want to fuck the other hole later."

As he went to leave the room, he noticed Lisa's red dress on the floor. Presumably where she had stripped off for Dave. He picked it up and Lisa held out her hand for it. Mike wiped his now limp cock on the material and threw it at her as he strode out.

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Mike came into the pub out of the rain. He looked around and then went over to the bar. The barman came over to take his order.

"Two pints please, mate"

The barman poured the beer and Mike paid him. He took both glasses over to a table in the corner.

"Everything okay?" asked the man already sitting there.

"Just brilliant." replied Mike, "Everything worked out perfectly. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh yeah! Any chance of a repeat sometime?"

Mike looked at him with a twinkle in his eye. "Maybe, Dave. Maybe..."



Caught In The Act



It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and you were out of town. I didn't expect you until tomorrow morning. It had been awhile since our last visit together and I was shall we say very needy. I had candles burning and a porno movie in the VCR. I was naked on the couch with my toys close at hand. The ladies of course were beautiful and the men were built like Greek gods. I had the sound turned down but was watching the TV screen intently. Along side me was the lubricant that I hadn't needed to use yet and my various toys: a gold tipped vibrator, a vibrator shaped like a cock, a double headed dildo and a dildo with a studded handle. 

I was trying to decide which toy to start with. I decided to start with the vibrator. I started it out on low speed and gently pulled my bright pink pussy lips apart, and slowly pulled the tip through them, getting it wet. My eyes were on the TV screen watching the latest gorgeous couple... she was sucking him and it was getting me wet. I love to please you orally. The feel of your cock growing in my mouth makes my tight pussy water like a faucet. I love to feel it bounce on my tongue as it grows and hardens. I lick the head first, getting it wet and then slowly, inch by inch, suck you into my mouth. 

I was so lost in my memories that I didn't hear the door open. You were home early. You closed the door and walked into the living room. Your eyes popped open but you didn't say a word. You quietly shed your clothes and started stroking the wonderful cock I was at the time dreaming about. I had dropped the vibrator but my fingers were busy working their way from my pussy to my hardening clit. As I reached the clit, I stopped and squeezed my lips together, teasing it. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I was remembering the last time you were here, enjoying me. 

Seeing me pleasure myself on my wet pussy was too much for you to take. You came forward, kneeled before me and buried your face between my thighs. My eyes shot open and a scream escaped from my mouth until I realized it was you. You looked up between my thighs, your eyes lit by passion, and I caught my breath. I smiled at you and you took that as permission to continue. I felt your warm breath on me before I felt your hard tongue dive between my pussy lips to bury itself into my pussy, sliding in and out like your cock will. 

I love what you do to me and moan my pleasure. Your tongue now sliding between my pussy lips from my pussy to my hardening clit. You decide to concentrate on my clit. You suck at it like I do your cock. It grows in size and becomes as sensitive as the head of your cock does. With growing passion you continue to suck at it, wanting to taste my essence. I am moaning and pressing myself onto your wonderful tongue. I want to give you what you want so badly. I have no control of myself, you have taken that from me by your passion. You suck and lick extracting my juices until my body starts to quiver and my orgasm starts. What I don't expect is that I don't just cum, I squirt. 

It feels unbelievable. I can only imagine that it is similar to what you feel as you cum in me. My gawd, what a feeling. You slurp up my juices, making noises that excite me even further. You raise your head and smile at me as you work your way up my body to kiss me deeply, passionately. The taste of me on your face and tongue drives me crazy and I have to have you. Your cock is rock hard and I have to feel it in me. I reach for you as our kiss deepens and I guide you into my aching pussy. You break the kiss as you enter me, slowly stroking in and out. The sensations are phenomenal. 

I am so HOT, I want this to go on endlessly. I look into your eyes and the passion that I feel is mirrored in them. Words are not necessary as I moan my pleasure. You kiss my ankle as you continue to stroke in and out. I love the feel of you. I don't want this to end and by the look on your face neither do you. I lose track of time. You are all that exists for me. I am all that exists for you. That is as it should be. 

As we cum, filling my pussy with our juices we each shudder. You lower yourself onto me to catch your breath. I love the feel of you there. As we recoup your cock stays in me. You roll off of me whispering that you don't want to hurt me. I smile at your thoughtfulness and gently help you to get comfortable beside me on the bed. I raise onto my elbow and look at the smile on your face. 

I want to make that stay in place. I lick your nipples and dot butterfly kisses down your belly toward your still throbbing cock. It glistens with our shared cum in the candlelight. My mouth waters just looking at it. I have worked my way down to your hard cock. I look up at you with pure lust in my eyes. I start at the base of your cock and lick our shared juices off of it. It makes me hunger for more. I want to taste your cum. I lick around the head, down to the ridge, getting it wet. I then slowly take inch by inch into my wet mouth. As I reach the base I stop for a minute, enjoying the feel of you completely buried in my mouth. 

Your cock feels wonderful. The silkiness of it, the hardness of it, the warmth of it, all combine to make it totally scrumptious to me. I slowly start to pump it in and out of my mouth, loving the feel, the taste. It starts to grow even more. My mouth gets tighter around your cock. My tongue licks along the bottom as I stroke it. I feel it throb in my mouth. I want more. I want to taste your essence. I hear you moan your pleasure and it drives me crazy. I start to pump my head up and down on your cock, faster and faster. 

I feel your fingers bury themselves in my hair, holding my mouth closer to you. I moan my pleasure around your cock. I love how you feel in my mouth. Your cock bouncing up and down on my tongue. I vary the speed of my mouth, first fast and then slow. I want it to continue forever and yet I also want to taste your essence. I want you to share with me the way I did with you only minutes ago. I wrap my hands around your thighs, pulling myself closer to your cock. Pumping it faster in and out of my mouth. I reach down and insert a finger into my wet pussy getting it wet. As I continue to stroke your cock in and out of my wet mouth, 

I take my finger and tease your asshole with it. I rim your asshole with my wet finger and you moan. I want your cum NOW... give it to me love. I moan and increase my speed and the pressure of my mouth on your throbbing piece of meat. As I slide it in and out of my mouth I feel your body tense as it does just before you cum. I hear you whisper that you are gonna cum and I bury my nose into your belly and the head of your cock is at the base of my throat. All of a sudden I feel your cock explode. Your essence shoots down my throat and I swallow every drop. I stay completely still as you continue to drain down my throat. 

I hear you catch your breath as I start to slowly move my mouth back up to the tip of your cock, milking it dry as I go. I don't want to lose a drop of your essence. When I get to the tip I gently kiss your cockhead, showing that I appreciate the pleasure it has just given me. I look up at you and there is a look of pure contentment on your face. 

I love the fact that I have been able to put that look there and can't wait to put it there again but for now I move my way back up your body and we share a deep passionate kiss. This time sharing your essence. You deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around me. I am home.

After resting in your arms for a few minutes, I start licking on those nipples of yours and I hear a moan of encouragement. I look up and to my surprise I see lust in your eyes... you want more. I don't question it I just work my way down to your cock. I want to feel it hard again and the best way for me to get it that way is with my mouth. I cup your balls gently as I suck your cock into my mouth. I suck it down to the base and gently suck it as I pull my mouth up to the head. I love the feel of you. 

I continue this until you get hard again. My pussy is wet and ready for you again. I decide to try something fairly new for us. I work my way up on top of you and settle my tight wet pussy over your hard cock. I slowly lower myself down until you are buried deep in me. I start to slowly ride you, getting my balance and loving the feel of you slowly in and out of me, deep in me. 

I look into your eyes and they are lit by an inner light. I call it pure lust. I love that I can put that need there. That you desire me so completely is an added turn on for me. My needs are strong, my desires are many but to know that you want me as much.... myyyyyyyyyyyyy what that does to me. You have no idea. I love how deep you go when I'm like this. Riding you, at my speed, is new to me. 

Sometimes I go fast, other times I go slow and enjoy every inch of you as you slide slowly in and out of me. I lose track of time and just drift on the sensations that you are giving me. You gently start to lower me and raise yourself at the same time. We switch positions without losing a stroke. You are now above me stroking in and out of me, faster and faster. During one stroke you go completely out of me and enter in another hole. Although surprised the fit is comfortable and you start to stroking me again. I am loving the feeling of you and the look of wonder in your eyes thrills me. 

This is something new for us and it is something that we are definitely going to explore. The feel of you filling me so completely... it is indescribable. You push back on my ankles which are raised above my head to raise my hips so that you can go even deeper. Every stroke goes deeper into my core. I feel you tense and know that your orgasm is close. I take two of my fingers and suck on them, getting them wet and lower them to my clit. I rub it forcefully and that is all that I need to trigger my orgasm. 

As I start to quiver, I pound my fingers into my wet pussy. You are pounding my ass and I am pounding my wet pussy. What a wonderful feeling. We cum together. Yours being emptied in my virgin ass and mine covering my fingers. I take them out and lower them towards my mouth. You lower yourself between my legs to share my juices and kiss my lips. You then work your way behind me, spooning with me. 

I feel you lean over me and you whisper in my ear how much you enjoyed yourself tonight and I turn my head to capture your lips and whisper against them that I enjoyed it just as much. You lower yourself and we settle down to sleep. The last thing I feel as I start to doze is your cock settling between my asscheeks. I can't wait to see what the morning brings.



Caught in the Act



Notes: Thoughts are in [[brackets]]

Disclaimer: I did not create the concept of Superman, nor did I develop any of the other characters. Someone else owns those ideas. I just played around with a few ideas I had will watching the recent ABC show.

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Clark racked his brain trying to think how to tell Lois that he was Superman. He had not even come close to a way that he could convince himself would keep Lois from flying of the handle. His reasons had been sound, and he was confident she would forgive him…eventually. That was the worry: Lois had been angry with him before, but she happy with him now and he did not want that to end. He sighed: he knew he had to tell her now if he wanted their relationship to move forward. His constant running out for no reason was taking a big toll on both of them. He did not want to hurt Lois, but he had to go. He was determined to stop that today.

"Lois, have you ever notice how much Superman and I resemble each other?" He said to the picture he had picked off her end table. He frowned, that was no good. He paused for a moment and pulled a ring box out of his jacket. He knew he would not get a chance to use it, but had bought it to give himself a little hope and confidence. He held the ring out to the picture. "Lois I love you. It is that simple. Will you marry me?" That was truly awful. He had assumed that would be easy to ask Lois to marry him. He guessed need practice asking her to marry him too. He might as well practice that he reasoned- it was pleasanter. "Lois, we have known each other for some time now and in that time I have fallen in love with you, and I was wondering if you loved me enough to share your life with me forever. No."

Lois could vaguely hear the sound of Clark talking to himself as she came out to go to breakfast with him. She smiled; Clark was so sweet some times. "…marry me Lois." [[What!?]] Her heart stopped. Lois peeked around the corner of her hallway and saw Clark facing away from her, talking to his hands. [[That it that picture of us!]] He shook is head no. "Lois I have to admit being totally in love with you and I need you in my life." [[Yes!!]] Lois smiled to herself. She loved Clark and was glad to see he returned the feeling. She smiled mischievously to herself. She slipped off her shoes and started to tiptoe over to him. "Lois I cannot imagine not having you in my life, I love you, will you marry me and make me the happiest man ever? No, that’s to corny." [[Geez Clark, all you have to do is just ask.]] She slid up right behind him. "Lois you mean the world to me, will you be my wife?"

"Yes," Lois slid her arms around Clark’s chest and kissed his neck. She had expected Clark to turn in her arms and kiss her. Instead he bolted out from her arms dropping the picture, which shattered, and fell over the table, crashing into a heap with a lamp. "Clark! Are you okay?" She rushed to his side.

"Lois!!" Clark sat up looking shocked. "What are you doing here?!"

Lois relaxed now that Clark was fine. "I live here remember?"

"But I thought you were getting ready."

Lois laughed. "I was. Then I finished and heard you practicing some very interesting lines." She traced the outline of his mouth with her finger and leaned in to kissed him. Clark seemed startled, but kissed her back passionately. Lois parted her lips and ran her tongue over Clark’s, slipping in to his mouth. She lost herself in the feel of his tongue dueling hers, but finally had to come for air. "I believe you have some jewelry for me?" She panted.

"What?"

Lois leaned in very close to Clark’s face and rubbed his chest. "I said yes."

A light dawned in Clark’s face and Lois giggled. "But…" he looked around. He stood and picked Lois up in his arms. "I don’t want you to cut yourself." Lois nodded in mock seriousness and wrapped her legs tightly around him and kissed him some more. She thrilled at the feel of his taunt body, knowing that soon it would be intertwined with her own lithe form. Clark carried her over to the couch. "I should clean that up." 

He moved to leave, but Lois pushed him down to the couch. "Clark Kent, are you trying to back out of your proposal, even when you know the answer?"

Clark looked away. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!! Clark I love you!"

"What about Superman?"

Lois pulled back, surprised, realizing that he had a very legitimate concern. Superman had not even entered her mind. She did not care for Superman that way anymore, but as she thought about it more she quickly came to understand that she had hurt the man she now loved. "I can’t deny that I used to through myself at him, but that was because he was larger then life. I never loved him the way I do you. I was just infatuation, he knew it too." She blushed when she remembered how she used to through herself at the super hero. Thank god Clark had been so patient "I don’t really know him. I love you, Clark, and you are the only man I could ever love." It was true. She tried to will Clark to know that.

Lois was happy to see him smile and move up to kiss her. Then he shifted uncomfortably again. "What about me always running off?"

Lois sat back on Clark, straddling his waist. "I am not happy about it, but you can tell that. I love you and trust you, it annoys me and I want to know what it is, but I can wait until you are ready. I am not going to let that get in the way of us."

"I was planning to tell you, that was what I was practicing at first. I should tell you before I ask-"

Lois put her finger on Clark’s mouth. "No Clark, I want to be happy now, it can wait."

Clark sat up and moved Lois into a sitting position. He kissed her deeply and moved off the couch to kneel before her. "Lois, I…uh…" Clark struggled to find the right words.

Lois rolled her eyes and put her leg on his shoulder, rubbing her bare inner thigh on his cheek. She could feel his breathe on her pussy through her panties. "Just ask me Clark."

He turned and kissed her leg, causing Lois to jump. The soft nip of his mouth on her leg sent shocks through her. Her pussy started to moisten and she gave a soft moan. Clark smiled softly as he looked at her. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes." She grabbed Clark and kissed him hard on the mouth. Clark separated himself from her long enough to slip the ring onto her finger. They held each other, exchanging kisses, their tongues invading each other’s mouth. Lois rubbed her hands over Clark’s body.

The pleasant feel of his fiancee’s hand’s stroking his body rang a warning bell in his mind. He was wearing his suit! He pulled away. Lois looked at him surprised. "I should clean up."

Lois frowned, what was that? They had been having a very nice time before he had pulled away. It was as though she was scaring him away. [[Oh my god! He is a virgin!!]] She had assumed he had past lovers as she did. He was from the country, maybe his rural roots made him to much of a gentlemen for that. Would he want to wait until their wedding night? She really hoped not, she wanted to get her hands on him as soon as she could. She had been chasing Superman and then waiting for Clark, so she was more than ready. She wondered if she would have to teach him. That was not exactly a great idea considering her past, but it could be fun too. Her mind started to wander as she considered all of the breathtaking possibilities, feeling Clarks cock jump as it shot for the first time. She felt bad for rushing Clark, she had not even thought about it.

Clark cleaned up slowly, trying to think of a way out of his dilemma. He could pretend he had to go, but he was not going to lie to her again. He finally finished.

Lois grabbed him. "I am sorry I was rushing you." She kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Huh?"

"It never occurred to me that you hadn’t…done this before."

So that was what she thought. Clark turned to Lois and kissed her deeply. "That’s true, but that is not the problem. I love you, it will be wonderful to make love with you. It’s just that I can’t without you knowing why I am always running off, and that is going to upset you."

Lois looked confused. "Okay. But you are okay with us sleeping together before we get married?"

"As soon as you are willing. Come on Lois, I may be from the country, but I am from this century."

"Thank god." They kissed again. Clark rubbed up against Lois. Her eyes widened as she felt a large bulge against her crotch. "What is that?" Clark smirked back at her. "Your joking!" Clark kissed her and she gasped when she felt him press into her again, his cock felt enormous. Her pussy tingled at the thought of being stretched by it. "Maybe I’ll need to wait." Clark laughed and kissed her. Eventually Lois broke off the kiss. "If we are going to wait, we need to break now before you drive me crazy."

"Do you want me to tell you?"

"Why are you in such a rush to tell me now when you lied to me all the time before? Oh wait, don’t answer that."

Clark rolled his eyes. "It is more then that. I want to share my life with you, and this is a big part of that."

Lois smiled and kissed him. "But it plays a part."

"Well of course, you’re beautiful." Lois blushed and turned away, but Clark put his finger under her chin and turned her back to him to kiss her again. Lois groaned as his tongue rubbed against hers and the kiss deepened. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Get used to me saying that, because I will be reminding you of it often." They kissed again. Clark looked Lois. She was beat red and there were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. He wiped the tears from her eyes. "Are you okay?" She nodded and put her head on his shoulder, crying quietly and just holding him.

She felt him shift and realized he was trying to keep his dick from touching her. She smiled wickedly where he could not see her. She slid her leg between his and rubbed against his giant member. He stepped back and hissed. "Is some problem honey?"

She had tried to keep her voice even, but Clark did not fall for it. "You were doing that on purpose." His hands slipped down the small of her back and squeezed her tight ass. She shouted in surprise.

"Don’t do that!" She stepped back. "At least until you are willing to go farther." She struggled to get her breath back, the feel of his hand on her ass had set her pussy on fire. "We need to stop now."

"How about some breakfast?"

Lois realized that was why he had come over at first. "Do we have time?"

"Sure, we’re already late for work."

"What?!"

Clark smiled. "We were on the couch for a while. It is okay, I am sure we will be forgiven."

"We should still call." Lois went to get her phone. Clark slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and started to nibble on her neck. Lois dropped the phone. "Clark!" He responded by laying light kisses all to way up until he started to lick the shell of her ear. Lois’ knees buckle and she fell back into Clark. Her ass rubbed against his cock and she yelped, standing back up quickly. To much more and she would attack Clark right then and there. She felt Clark laughing as he began sucking at her earlobe. "You think this is funny?" He nodded and his hands started to move up her stomach. He cupped her tits and Lois shuttered as her nipples tried to jump off. His fingers massaged her pouting breasts and she groaned. He started to undo the buttons on her jacket. She grabbed his hands, as he pressed his body into her. His cock slid neatly in between her ass cheeks. She whimpered softly.

The phone rang, startling both of them. Lois slipped out of Clark’s arms and answered it. "Hello?…Oh hi Jimmy…Yeah I know I’m late…Tell the chief that we will be in soon…yeah, Clark’s here too…okay…that’s all?…bye then." Lois hung up the phone and shot daggers at Clark. "I hope you are happy." Her face was still flush as she fumbled to button up her jacket.

"Never more so." Clark smiled and moved to grab Lois again.

She dodged to keep Clark’s hands off her. "That’s not want I meant. Will you keep you hands off me!"

Clark embraced her and kissed her; she returned quickly. "Is that what you want?" He asked when they came up for air.

"For now yes, we are late!" She was having a tough time keeping herself from jumping Clark. He was driving her wild, her panties were soaked from her juices. For a virgin he sure knew how to handle her body well enough to make her cry.

"Alight, but I want to continue this later." Lois could feel herself blushing. She turned to hide it from Clark and went to get her shoes. As she lifted a leg to slip one on she felt a hand run up her other leg grazing the silk panties she had put on especially for her new fiancee. The feel of Clarks fingers on her nether lips all but killed her. She squeaked, bolting upright. She spun around and he backed away. She put her other shoe on without taking her eyes off him. "You are looking at me as though I am a criminal."

"Just stay an arms length away." She gestured to the door. "You first." Clark shrugged and went out the door. He behaved well until they got to Lois’ Jeep. She saw what was coming. She looked at Clark. "You better keep your hands to yourself when I am driving got it?"

Clark grinned. "Of course."

Lois felt her stomach lurch. "Clark I am serious, we could have a accident." The image of his fingers buried deep and she came in a furry filled her mind.

"Just focus on the road."

Lois stamped her foot. "Clark!" What was she going to do? Clark had her and they both knew it. [[How can a virgin farmboy be so good at this?]] It was a new side of Clark, one she definitely wanted to explore, but not now. Right now she wanted to drive to work, but was stuck in a parking garage trying to keep her boyfriend, [[no my fiancee.]] Lois smiled to herself; she enjoyed saying that. Clark seeing her distracted swept her into her arms and kissed her. Lois responded passionately and slipped her arms around him. When she came up for air Clark started to kiss his way down her neck and she tilled her head to encourage him. Suddenly she remembered where she was. "Uah!" she shoved Clark away. She could tell she was flushed; Clark was getting to her in a big way. "Do you want to walk to work?"

"Is that a nice way to treat the man you plan to marry?"

Exasperated Lois got into her Jeep. "Just keep your hands to yourself."

"Maybe you should stop looking so good." Clark countered.

Clark kept his hands to himself, but silently stared unabashed at Lois the whole way. She felt herself blushing furiously. It was easily the most embarrassing experience of her life. She tried to be upset, but could not really be angry at Clark right now, she was too turned on. She could tell it was going to be a long day. Suddenly she realized that everyone would know they were engaged and want to see the ring and talk. She grimaced, a very long day, although a pleasant evening. She smiled to herself.

"Why so quiet? I get nervous when you are this quiet."

She shoved him, happy to be on less amorous ground. "I was thinking about how we were going to tell everyone."

Clark slapped his head, "That is right! I should call my folks!"

"Farmboy." Lois laughed and then squealed when Clark tried to grab her as they went into the elevator. She suddenly realized that John and Martha would be her family now too. She cringed when she considered that it also meant Clark and her folks were relatives now. She should call them…and Lucy too. "Clark, let’s get those calls out of the way before everyone rushes us."

"Good idea."

* * * * *

Clark’s folks were not home, probably out in the fields, so he left a message on the machine that he had some important news to tell them and call back. He sat back and noticed Lois on the phone. As much as he tried he could not overcome the temptation to listen in with his superhearing.

Lois was on the phone with her mother. She was ecstatic, Lois had once told him her mother probably worried she would never marry, and while she was trying to calm her mother Lois was becoming excited herself. "No, I have not planned the wedding, we have not even talked about it, he only proposed this morning."

"Well tell me how he proposed." Lois’ mother was seriously anxious.

"It was so sweet. I caught him practicing with a picture of me. I surprised him and he got so shy, I love him so much." Lois based in the warm glowing feeling running through her. She wound the phone cord between her fingers. "I just want to hug him so much it hurts." What she really wanted to do was throw him on the bed and feel that weapon of his slip inside her. She suddenly felt hands move down her shoulders and arms. She bolted upright to see Clark standing behind her. She covered the receiver, "keep your hands to yourself buster."

Clark smiled and kissed her lightly. "Only for now Lois, only for now." Lois’ temperature shot up and she grabbed him to get a better kiss. She remembered where she was first and moaned, pushing him away. He laughed, knowing what had happened as he went back to his desk.

Lois brought the phone back up, "Sorry mom."

"What happened?"

"Clark came over and I had to chase him away."

"What? How is that a way to treat your fiancee?"

"Mother!! We are in public here!"

"So? You are going to marry him! Go right over the, apologize and give him a kiss you can talk to me later."

"Mother!"

"Go! Geezesh, why do I even have to tell you this?"

Lois wanted to respond, but her mother had hung up on her. She put down the phone and considered. She moved over to Clark. He looked up expectantly. "I just wanted to ahh…" Lois blushed softly as she could not come up with the right words. Clark took her hand and sat her in his lap. His mouth invaded hers and Lois stopped caring about the rest of the world.

"Woah guys, get a room!" Jimmy said cheerfully as they came up for air.

Lois’ blushed turned an even deeper shade of red and she stood. "Uh, Jimmy…" Clark wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down so she sat on the arm of his chair. He took her hand and held it out for Jimmy.

He looked at for a moment before his eyes got wide. He turned and shouted. "Hey everyone Lois and Clark are getting married!!"

Lois died. The whole newsroom moved in on the couple to be. Clark picked her up and put her on is lap as though she weighted no more than a feather. Lois tried to deal with the mass of well-wishers when she suddenly froze in horror. Very slowly, so not to attract notice, Clark was pulling her shirt out from the back of her skirt. While she sat there helpless, he slipped his hand up under her jacket and started to rub the small of her back. Lois was only aware of the faint shapes he traced on back, which burned more than any sensation she had ever felt before. Then he worked the zipper on her skirt down a little and ever so lightly pushed his finger tips under the band of her panties. A hard object prodded her thigh. She nearly choked when she realized it was his cock. Her pussy throbbed and she felt she might orgasm while sitting right in Clark’s lap. She had to get out of here! Get some control of the situation. She could not while Clark’s hand was on her. She felt paralyzed. Desperately she tried to stay focused on what Clark was saying as he spoke to their colleagues.

It was the longest moment of Lois’ life. The situation had completely frazzled her by the time Perry yelled at everyone to get back to work. Finally Clark removed his hand and she got to her feet. She spun on him. "You are so dead!! I am going to get you back for this!" She hissed.

"Promise?"

Clark was flustering Lois. "You can’t keep doing this to me!"

"Why?"

"Clark Kent you better stop this right now." Clark stood up and Lois knew she was in trouble. She tried to get away, but he pinned her to his desk. She struggled for a second but could not think once his lips covered hers. She tried vainly to regain some composure. Clark palmed her ass, which made her blood boil. Finally she worked up the will power to step away. "I should call Dad and Lucy."




Caught in the Act



"Why don’t you come over to my place for dinner tonight?"

"No!" Clark started to move on her, but she grabbed his hands and held them in front of her. "We’ll make plans later." Clark smiled and she got away. Maybe it would be better to have dinner in private so she would not have to defend herself. She could get a little pay back, if Clark did not drive her mad her first.

* * * * *

Lois’ father was happy and wanted to meet Clark right away. He grilled Lois all about him, and she surprised herself with her ability to answer his questions with ease, she knew him much better than she had realized. Somehow Clark had snuk in her life and become a key part of it, all while keeping her looking the other way. Superman played a part in that she realized.

"Does he have any problems in his past?" Her father pulled Lois’ attention back to the present.

Lois was about to answer no, but realized she was not sure, maybe that was why he was always running off at the worst times. It did not seem probable; he was to much of a boy scout. "No."

"Well honey, I am very proud of you, when do I get to walk you down the aisle?"

"We just got engaged today, who knows when the wedding will be." Why was everyone in such a rush for the wedding to happen? They were together now, that is what mattered.

"Well, you tell me when you know, okay Pumpkin?"

"Okay Daddy."

"Bye-bye."

Lois looked for her soon to be husband. She spotted him in Perry’s office, talking with Jimmy and Perry. Good. She was wearing herself out fending him. Her whole body was strung out, her nerves shot from being constantly on edge. She had to stare him down when he passed to get coffee while she was on the phone with her father. She was not sure, but he seemed to be laughing to himself when he went. She was sure he was enjoying terrorizing her. Clark was going to exhaust her by the end of the day. She did not even want to think about what she would do if he was this way all the time.

"Hello?"

"Hey Luce, it Lois."

"Hey sis, what’s up?"

"I have some big news. Sit down. I-" Lois meant to say "I’m getting married!" but she found Clark’s tongue in her mouth. Despite herself she kissed back. "Clark!!" She yelled and pushed him away when they separated.

"Perry said to take tomorrow and the afternoon off, I thought we should go to lunch at Miacristoes to celebrate. You look as though you need to relax."

"Very funny. Fine, whatever. But I’m on the phone, so wait a minute." Lois turned back to the phone. "Luce?"

"What are you and Clark celebrating?"

Lois took a deep breath. "We’re getting married."

"I knew you two would end up together!!" Lucy crowed.

"What?"

"I saw how he looked at you. You were oblivious, but I could tell he had a huge crush. I knew you would see what a great guy he was eventually. It took you long enough, I was starting to get worried you would let him get away. You will so happy with him."

Her sister’s comments stunned Lois. Lucy had seen it coming, why hadn’t she? "You really thought we were going to get together?"

"Yes!! I’m so happy for you! When’s the wedding?"

"Lucy! He only asked me this morning."

"Well go celebrate, but call me tonight, I want to hear all about it."

Lois was glad Lucy could not see her blush. "Okay, bye."

"Bye, sis." Lois hung up the phone and sighed. She spun around to ward Clark off, but for once he was not there. She looked around, but he was not anywhere. Lois could breathe a little easier, but where was he? She went over to his desk to see if he left her a note. She did not find a note, but his phone rung. Figuring she was Clark’s partner in life as well as business now Lois answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Lois?"

"Yes?"

"This is Martha Kent, is Clark there? He called and said to call back, that he had news he wanted to tell us. "

"No, he disappeared on me, but I can tell you the news. We getting married!"

"What? He never told us he was thinking asking you!!"

Martha’s response surprised Lois. "Well, I am not sure that he was planning to, I caught him practicing. He was so shy about it…he is so cute sometimes!"

"Well congratulations, I am so happy for both of you, I think you will very happy together. I’m just a little surprised. I should go tell John."

"Okay, I’ll tell Clark you called."

"Thank you dear. I want to welcome you to the family, you should come to Smallville as soon as you can."

"Thank you Martha, I’m not sure when we will able to get down, but I promise we will try."

"Oh, I bet that will sooner than you think. Give Clark a kiss when you see him."

Lois laughed. "That really won’t be a problem."

"Bye-bye."

"Bye."

Lois was glad she would getting closer to Martha. She smiled when she realized that Martha had not asked when the wedding was. She supposed she should talk to Clark about it. Speaking of Clark, she still had not found him.

* * * * *

Clark slipped into the Daily Planet. He had been chagrined to hear Lucy say she knew he had a crush on Lois for a long time. Clark thought he had been doing a good job of hiding that, but earlier Jimmy had said the same. Then he had heard a police wire saying there was an officer wounded. He was okay now, thanks to a flight on Superman express. He found Lois almost immediately.

"Where did you get off to?"

"You said you don’t want me to tell you."

Lois blinked, but grasped what he was saying. "Oh."

"I do not want to give you excuses any more."

"Thank you." She squeezed his arm. "So how about that lunch?"

Clark was happy at how easy that went. "I would love to."

* * * * *

Clark enjoyed his lunch at Miacristoes. Lois related her conversations with her family to him and mentioned that his folks had called. He smiled when he heard how his mother had handled the news, he would have to call them. "So what were you talking about with Jimmy and Perry when I was on the phone?"

"They wanted to congratulate me, take me out somewhere for a celebration. Perry told me we had earned some time off and we could take it when we wanted. Actually Jimmy surprised me by saying he knew I had wanted this for a long time."

"Him and Lucy both! How did I miss it?"

"I thought I was doing a good job of not letting on."

"Why?"

"You were not interested."

"Then what am I doing here?"

"Now, yes, but back then you were stuck on Superman."

"‘Back then?’ How long has this been going on?"

"I have been carrying a torch for you for a long time Lois."

Lois swallowed. "Thank goodness it did not burn out." She wanted to kiss him to show him how thankful she was, but they were in public. Then she got a wicked idea. She deserved to pay Clark back. Slipping a foot out of her shoe she ran her toes up his leg. The table was small so her foot easily made it to his lap. She kept eye contact with Clark and he smiled in surprise. She felt his cock harden and start to rise. Lois was enjoying this. Then he grabbed her foot. Lois tried to get free, but she could not. She sat dead still in horror as Clark worked his magic on her again. Slowly he massaged her foot and worked up to her calf. "Clark!" she hissed, "someone might see!"

"Don’t worry dear, we have this little corner all to ourselves." Lois squirmed as he reached her knee. She was not sure how far he could, or would, reach, it surprised her how far he had made it already.

"Can I get you some coffee?" Lois jumped out of her skin. She had not realized their waiter had come around.

"I’m fine." Clark’s fingers seared as she worked her cap. "Lois?"

She managed to get out "no." She was sure her face was red.

"Just the check please."

"Right away." The waiter smirked, showing he had an idea of what was happening.

Lois got her leg free at last and stared at the floor as Clark settled the bill. She was quiet as they went to her Jeep. Then she grabbed him. "You can’t keep doing this to me!"

"You started it."

Lois realized she was going to get nowhere. "Let’s go back to my place."

* * * * *

Lois’ gaze swept her apartment as she entered. Her whole life had changed since she had awoken here this morning. She was going to have to get used to it, but so far it had been the best day of her life. She still did not know what Clark’s big secret was, and she was certainly curious, but Clark would tell her soon enough. It would be bad, she had a feeling, but they loved each other, they would get over it. For now Lois wanted to focus on paying Clark back for all the teasing he had put her through today. She spun on him and entered his arms and the kissed. It was all that Lois had ever thought a kiss could be. Clark seemed to be trying to pour his soul into hers. She fought back tears and lay her head on chest when she finally came up for air.

Clark held Lois to his body. Finally, after three brutal years, they were together! Clark was not sure how his life was going to be from now on, but he knew for certain Lois would always be right there with him. "I love you Lois."

She stirred against his body. "I love you too." She separated and leaned back to look at him. Her look caused Clark’s breath to catch in his throat. They kissed again and she took his hand and lead him to the couch. They curled up in and snuggled, kissing ever now and again, but not speaking. Clark was more than content to stay there with Lois for as long as she wanted. For a long time they just held each other. Finally Lois sat up and look down at him. "I believe I owe you some pay back Mr. Kent."

Clark did not understand until he saw the twinkle in her eye. "Ahh, Lois." She smiled and pushed him down, closing her mouth over his.

She got up after the couch and walked into the kitchen. "I know I have to stop for now, but I do not think it fair what you have been doing to me all day."

"You’re right. It’s just that I have wanted to be able to touch you for three years, I could not control myself. Sorry, I’ll stop doing that." Lois’ face turned crimson at his remarks and she quickly poured herself a glass of water. Clark came over and circled her in his arms. "Don’t get embarrassed, I told you that this morning. You are beautiful." He started to kiss his way down her neck.

She sighed and tilted her head to encourage him. "Are you sure you are a virgin? You seem to know how to do this right."

"Three years of planning." Clark mumbled between kisses.

Lois laughed and jokingly elbowed him. He had a rock hard stomach. "For all the torture you put me trough today it would be worth it if we could go farther. You are sure we have to stop?"

"Well, I am not sure you would figure it out, but you might, with you reporter’s skills, you would definitely be looking for a hint with all of that buildup." Clark had removed his suit, but was worried about taking his glasses off in front of her. "You might be angry with me if we did before I told you."

"You aren’t sick are you?"

"No, but I haven’t been telling you all there is to know about me."

"Well I knew that." She fidgeted as Clark started to kiss her again. She twisted away. "You have to stop that now if we can’t."

"Who says?" Clark smiled.

"Clark!" Lois yelled in alarm as Clark grabbed for her. She backed out of his reach. "You promised to stop it."

"In public, not here. How is this to treat the man you are going to marry? Besides, what would you rather be doing?"

Lois was seeing a new, enticing, side of Clark. Her mind raced to find any alternative. "Since we have some time off we should start planning to move in together."

"Really?" Clark stopped to consider.

Thankful that her gambit worked she pressed ahead. "Yes. Do you think we should get a new place or move into one of ours?"

"I think you are just delaying, but okay, we can talk. Get a pad."

Lois found a pad and got some snacks (lots of chocolate to help cool her frayed nerves) together. "What’s your first inclination?"

"Have you move into my place. This is not really big enough for both of us and moving into my place would be easier than finding a new apartment. I bet you want to move somewhere new."

"Yeah, you don’t live in the best neighborhood. And the paint scheme in there is awful."

"Hey, I did that myself, I think it looks good."

"Don’t worry I am willing to look past that."

"Funny. I can repaint it."

"That is more work than it is worth. It is still in a bad part of town, don’t forget you were robbed there once. We would not live there forever. You know, between the two of us we might be able to afford a little house somewhere."

"You want to live if the suburbs?"

"Why not? The city is okay for living alone, but if we are going to be married maybe we should have a bigger place."

"I guess, I’m just not relishing the idea of moving." Clark decided to take a risk and took off his glasses to rub his eyes. He put them down on the table.

He looked up to find Lois staring at him. "I don’t know that I have ever seen you without your glasses before. You look pretty good, have you ever considered getting contacts?"

"They would not get the job done."

"Really?" Lois tried his glasses. "Clark! They hardly help at all!" Clark shrugged. "If you say so." She put them back on the table. "Where were we?" Clark breathed an internal sigh of relief. He had been sure Lois was going to realize the secret. He watched her intently. His behavior confused her and she smiled a little uncomfortably at his look. "What?" Clark pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Then he broke off and started to kiss her face softly. 

"Clark!" She laughed freely. "We have been down this road before remember?" She was a little surprised at his sudden mood swing. She jumped when she realized he had started to unbutton her shirt. She put her hands over his to still them. "What is going on here?" Clark kissed her again and thrilled her by easily picking her up his arms. "Clark!" She squealed, "what do you think you are doing?" He responded by kissing her again. She responded passionately. "Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoy this, but I thought you said…" Lois trailed off when she realized that he had carried her into her bedroom. She looked into his face and he smiled back. Clark dropped her on the bed. He moved for her, but she held him off. "Wait. If this is going to be your first time I want to make it special for you."

"It will be with you."

"No. My first time was nothing great. I love you Clark, let me do this for you." She owed him for everything he had done. He nodded and she kissed him. "Lay down, I’ll be right back." She went to her closet and pulled an outfit out and hurried to the bathroom.

Clark felt a little nervous as he waited. He did not want to do anything to ruin the moment. All his fantasies of the past three years were about to come true. He felt his cock tug at his boxers and he realized he was already stiff in anticipation. He did not want to just stand there so he undressed partially, not sure how Lois would want him. He decided to just shed his jacket, tie, and socks and shoes.

The door cracked and Clark moaned when Lois stepped out. She was breathe taking. He had always loved her body, but he had never seen her this way before. She was wearing a tiny pair of black panties with a little red bow on the front. Her heavy tits were swelling over her mesh half bra. He just stood there as she sexily stepped over and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his open mouth. The pleasant feel of Lois’s arms around his neck reminded Clark to hug her back, he enjoyed the feel of her skin on his hands. He almost died when she took his hands and put them on her ass. He explored the firm curve of her buns and she giggled a little.

She broke off the kiss and smiled up at him. Then she started to open his shirt and ran her hands over his rock hard chest. "Wow you’ve got a great body." She pulled his shirt out from his pants and tossed it aside. She started kissing and licking his chest as she maneuvered Clark towards the bed. He was surprised when he felt the bed hit him in the back of the legs and Lois pushed him onto his back. She ran her nails over his chest and kissed him again. He ran his hands down her arms. "Come on Clark, there’s no need to be shy. I want you to enjoy this."

"Trust me Lois I am."

She smiled and covered his mouth with her own. "You keep telling me how beautiful you think I am, here is you chance to explore." She felt a little silly, she was not used to being the aggressor. He reached up and slipped a strap over her shoulder. Giving him a smoldering look she reached behind to unattach her bra, but held it in place. Clark pulled himself up on his elbows as she put her chest in his face. Then slowly she pulled her bra away. She was a little embarrassed at her behavior, but the look on his face made it worth it. She pulled his face into them and he kissed one, sending sensations unlike she had ever felt before down her spine to her moistening pussy.

"My god, you’re perfect." The heat of his breath running over her tits made her nipples stand on end.

"Shh. Don’t talk. Kiss me." His hangs moved up to cup her and gently tweak her points as she ran her tongue through his mouth. She rocked back away from him and slid down his body, dragging her breasts over his naked torso. Kneeling in front of him now, she undid his belt and quickly pulled his pants and offending boxers down to his ankles, where he kicked them away. His cock took her breath away. It was enormous! Close to a foot long! Without even think she grabbed for and started to jerk up and down. How was she going to get it inside her? Clark’s groan called her back to her promise, she wanted to make him cum hard. Filled with anticipation she licked up the side. [[He tastes wonderful]] she though as she swallowed his head, [[I can’t believe I’ve been missing this.]] His dick quivered, he was already getting close. She wanted to take all of him, but knew there was no way she could without a lot of practice. She looked up at Clark and his look of lust was thunderbolt straight to her melting snatch. Continuing to stare at him she worked her way down his poll and sucked on his balls.

"Oh Lois!"

She tingled at his words and smiled wickedly to herself, glad to know she going having the same effect on him. She paused for a moment to think of something really special to do for him. She blushed as she remembering seeing something in a pornographic movie she had seen. She had never thought of doing it herself until now. She pulled her lover into the upright position. Then she pressed her tits together and lowered them down on his tool. The top poked through and she licked it greedily. Lois was gushing at the feel of his cock between her tits. He took her head in his hands and started to massage her head. Shifted to hold them together with one arm, she used her other hand to slid inside her panties and tease herself. Sucking on his head as she ran her tits up and down his dick she knew he was getting close. She looked up at him. "Cum for me Clark."

That did it, he moaned and started to shot into her mouth. She squeezed her clit to send herself over the edge at the same time. He jumped in her mouth, Lois was surprised that his cum tasted great, almost as though it was exotic fruit juice. She swallowed without a seconds thought. But his load was too much and some of it leaked back out over his cock and on to her tits, still wrapped around him.

Clark flopped backward. "My god!" He was out of breath.

Lois licked him again, lapping up the rest of his cum. She enjoyed his taste. "I take it you liked that?" He sat back up to look at her and she giggled. He tugged on her arms and she got up and crawled on top of him to kiss him. "I love you Clark."

"I love you too, Lois. Thank you."

"I wanted to make it special."

"You did, trust me. I never would have thought you would do that."




Caught in the Act



She pretended to pout. "What does that mean?" He rolled her over and kissed her. He wiped a drop of cum off her tit and held it up. She slowly sucked her way down his finger and back. She felt something on her leg. Her eyes got wide as she reached and found his cock full again. "Wow." He suddenly yanked her panties down and threw them away.

He knelt above her. "I was right." Lois’ face showed she did not follow. "You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." She felt her face heat up as she tried not to cry. "How can that embarrass you after the blowjob you just gave me?"

"I did it for you." She looked away, but her eyes snapped back when he put his hand on her throbbing pussy. He gently inserted a finger and she unconsciously lifted her hips. He kissed her and nudged her knees apart. The touch of his head on her slit was electric, she almost came again. She gasped and blushed when Clark looked at her. He pushed in, separating her folds deliciously. She looked down at his tool and put a hand on his chest. "Go slow."

Clark looked a little lost. He pulled back and Lois reached for him, not wanting to be denied. "I don’t want to hurt you."

"Just let me get used to your size."

"This is my first time, I don’t know how."

She sat up to kiss him. "I trust you."

"Couldn’t you…" he trailed of and gestured with his hands.

"What?" She ran her hands over his body to comfort him.

"You know…be on top."

Lois was a little surprised, but she wanted that meat. "Okay."

He gave a big smile and a deep kiss. "Thank you." He rolled over.

She laughed at how quickly he moved and jerked on him a little. "I think you just want me on top."

"I want you."

She gave an little nervous laugh and straddled his stomach. She was not going to tell him, but she had never done this before. Actually she had never done anything besides missionary before. She reached back to play with Clark’s cock while she thought and prepared. She spit on her hand and lube her new boyfriend up. She raised her hips and positioned herself over his cock. "I love you Clark." She pressed down and gasped as his head popped in.

"Oh god!! I love you Lois."

She hovered over him adjusting to his size. She could fell him throbbing and twitching inside her. Gently she sank a little further. He was stretching her wider than any man had ever before. She was going wild and she was not even halfway down. He reached up and ran his hands down her sides grazing her tits. She took a deep breath and ground down on him. He bucked and nearly tossed her. It was remarkable she stayed on because she was stunned. He was even bigger than she realized, he had bottomed out and it felt as though there were two cocks in her. It hurt a little, but she loved it. She came up part way to allow herself to stretch. He sat up part way and attacked her tits, pulling them into his mouth to suck on her hardened nipples. She was going nuts and reached around to play with his balls. He squeezed her tits and she slammed down on him, smashing her pussy down on his cock. She rode his stick hard, she wanted to cum- now. Clark palmed her ass and she exhausted herself on him. She rocked on him and whimpered. "I love you Clark," she panted, "cum with me." They stared into each other’s eyes and Lois felt his monster explode deep inside her, she howled as that pushed her over the edged and collapsed on top of him. 

She nuzzled his chest as she came back down. It had been the most incredible fucking of her life. She could not believe this was her farmboy, or that she had done what she had. "You’re amazing."

She laughed. "Thank you, you’re pretty wonderful yourself."

"I never thought it would be like this."

"I don’t usually get so wild."

"Then thank you, it was perfect." He stroked her head. "And…I hope…you act this away again sometimes."

"I’ll see what I can do."

He looked down at her and Lois had the sense that she was looking at Greek god. "Are you okay?" He looked concerned.

"I’m better than okay." She cuddled him a little and felt something tickle her thigh. "Clark Kent! You can’t possibly be hard again!" He blushed and tried to deny it, but she wrapped her hands around his tool and stroked lightly a few times. He threw his hips up. "Is something the matter honey?"

"You have no idea what you do to me."

She squeezed his manhood. "I think I have a rough guess."

Clark tossed his head back. "It is more than just that. I’ve loved you, wanted you for so long. This is my dream."

Lois’ heart broke. She kissed him and started to cry. He pulled her up into his arms and began to kiss her face, then her neck. She felt herself start to go flush. He stopped to look up at her. She smiled at him. "I love you Clark Kent." She gasped when he gave a little bite to one of her nipples. They became rock hard instantly. Lois tried to pretend she was shocked, but he flipped her onto her back as though she was light as a feather. He lay down on top of her and they kissed again. She suddenly thrust her hips skyward when she felt his fingertips graze her labs. She was soaked already, and her pussy was super sensitive. She squealed when his fingers found her clit. That embarrassed her, she normally never made noises. Clark had her hotter than she had ever been before.

"Looks as though I’m not the only one effected." He leaned into kiss her, his tongue dueling with hers. "God, I love you Lois." The kissed again. She pushed her pussy up towards him in a silent request. He smiled wickedly and sawed his cock over her lips. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he toyed with her. He pushed his head into her and she moaned. Slowly, gently, caringly he pressed more of his meat it. Lois’ cunt flowed with fire. She spread as wide as she could and mewed for him. After what seemed to be an eternity he finally buried his whole length into her.

"Fuck me Clark!! Fuck me hard!!" His mouth covered hers and he picked her up. Standing, he lift her and then slide her back down. She clung to him for dear life as her pussy exploded into a nova that blew anything else she had ever experienced away. She went limp.

Clark brushed her disheveled hair out of her eyes. "Are you okay?"

She gave him a big smile and kissed him deeply. "Never better"

"Good." He thrust into her again penetrating strokes. Despite her exhaustion her pussy clamped down on her cock. She was barely recovered when she recognized the coming tidal wave of another massive organism. She howled as she came. She bit her boyfriend shoulder, but that could not stop her cries of rapture. Spent, Clark lay her frail form on the bed.

He held her in his arms with she glanced down and saw he still had his enormous erection. Gather what little strength she had, Lois got up on all fours and waved her ass as him. "Give it to me."

"What?" He seemed shocked.

"I love you." She looked back at him and gave a lusty smile, licking her lips. "I’m yours, hurt me with you cock." He looked a little unsure so she reached behind and started teasing him. She rolled one of her lips between her fingers and slipped a finger in. Clark’s hand quickly joined hers in her melting pussy. She almost blacked out when she felt his tongue for the first time, lapping her clit. 

Her juices poured out of her. Her whole body trembled with desire. She slipped around and inhaled his cock in one fell swoop. He grunted and trust his hips. She slurped on him some more and turned away again. Pressing her shoulders into the bed and spreading her legs to offer an inviting target. "Give it to me Clark" she begged. This time he sprang at the opportunity. He pushed his head in, and started to slowly feed her his meat, but she wanted it now and threw herself back on him. Its size still shocked her, how could she ever get used to it? Pausing only for a moment she ground down on him, he helped by driving back. Lois’ body was stretched to the breaking point and when he pulled her up to her knees and grabbed her tits, she came hard. This time she was determined to get him off and kept at it. 

"Fuck me Clark!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She got back down on all fours before him as he slammed her. She felt something odd around her ass, but his finger was in to the first knuckle before she realized what he was think. She gasped at the new sensation, she always refused any anal advances. She was shocked he was doing it to her even as he buried his finger all the way in. She was surprised, but it made her feel sexy as hell, so she let him continue. She felt his cock twitch and he went into overdrive. The feeling of his cock spurting inside her sent her over the edge herself one last time. Drained beyond belief she flopped onto the bed as Clark lay down beside her. He pulled her too him and kissed her and she contentedly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

* * * * *

Lois noticed it was dark. She looked at the clock on her night stand. It was seven-thirty. She really should get some dinner soon. Unfortunately she did not think she could stand up, ever again. It had been the most amazing fucking of her life, but he had broken her completely. Clark’s cock had cut through her pussy as a hot knife through butter rocking her to the core as she came in a fury again and again and again and again. In the ended she had to stop his pounding because she worried she would faint. Their lovemaking had totally drained her. He stirred next to her and started to kiss down her neck. "Come on Clark, don’t you ever get tired?"

"Not when you’re involved Lois. That was incredible." His lips traced a trail of fire down to her tender nipples on her wonderfully sore tits.

Lois giggled. "Yes it was, but it almost killed me." She struggled to sit up and look down at Clark lying next to her, hugging her waist. He was plants small pecks and licks on her belly now. [[He has a great body.]] She thought to herself as she scanned his naked form. "What happened to you not being able to?"

"I couldn’t wait any longer." He started to nuzzle around her pussy.

She smiled. "It had not even been half a day."

"After three years it was enough." He kissed directly on her outer lips, smiling at her shiver. "Are you complaining?" His tongue lashed her clit and she squealed as she got wet immediately.

"When this has been the best day of my life? Not at all." She looked and him again. Even loafing next to her he looked fabulous. She wiped a strand of hair from his eyes. Some part of her brain clicked for a second. She twisted and started to brush all his hair back. His expression changed as she did. Suddenly it all fell into place. "Oh."



Caught in the Act



"Mr. Roberts? You don't know me, but I know you. Very well, in fact."

The voice on the other end sent shivers through me. I looked at the telephone, wondering who it was, and what he wanted. I'm used to getting strange calls, but this one went beyond strange, right into scary.

"You own a black Camry. Jersey plates. You work at Mega Mutual Insurance Company. You live in Marlton, The Forest section, of course. Wife, two kids. Do they know about your mistress?" There was silence on the line and the words sank in. Who was this person? More Importantly, how did he know about Jennifer?

Yes, everything he said was true. But it wasn’t possible. Was it? How could he know?

Jennifer is a cute woman of 34, married with two children of her own. We met via the internet, corresponding through e-mails and instant messages for months before actually speaking by telephone. An office manager of a local accounting firm, Jen lived in Southeastern Pennsylvania. I lived over the Delaware River in South Jersey.

We both had something missing from our marriages: Sex. Somehow we had stumbled upon each other in an online chat room, and after a year of teasing, flirting, electronic orgasms and phone sex, we planned to meet.

Starbucks became the point of our rendezvous. There we talked for hours over scones and lattes. Family, work, friends, not a single topic was off limits in our whirlwind conversation. We hugged when we said goodbye, and Jennifer gave me a prim kiss on the cheek. Later that night we spent hours bantering on the internet.

A week later, she took a sick day from work, and we met at the Echelon Mall for lunch. My extended lunches at work were already well established, she said she had a doctor’s appointment.

We walked to her car, conveniently parked in the underused lower level. She asked if I wanted a ride to my car. We both understood the underlying question. If I said no, fine, but if I said yes....

I said yes, and soon enough, we hugging and passionately kissing. Our tongues danced together as we made out like eager teenagers. Our passions rose as we kissed and began feeling each other’s bodies. I will never forget opening the buttons on her blouse, and reaching inside to feel a half-cup bra. Her breasts were firm, and I massaged her nipple through the bra. 

I remember looking around, seeing the coast was clear, and reaching my hand down to her thighs. Gently stroking them, I worked my hand up her creamy white thighs until I felt her moist panties.

“Oh yes Jon,” she cooed. “Ummm, don’t stop.”

I knew we were barely out of sight of probing eyes in the parking lot, but if she didn’t mind, I didn’t either. I stroked her black silk panties for a while before slipping a finger under the side and into her pussy. Her hole was soaking wet, and I could tell from her purring that I was doing something right.

The stroking and purring continued as I kissed her sweet lips, and it wasn’t long before she informed me, and anyone walking nearby for that matter, that she was going to cum. I stroked her, kissed her and hugged her close as she had a numbing orgasm. 

We held each other, and after a while Jennifer smiled and thanked me. It was amazing to hear her talk. But then she shocked me. “Now it’s your turn,” she shyly said, unbuttoning my pants and pulling down my zipper. She reached inside my boxers and pulled out my rock hard cock. As I looked around to ensure nobody was in the area Jennifer bent her head to my cock. She planted kisses on the sides and tip before ovaling her mouth and wrapping her lips around my cock. 

Her head slowly began bobbing up and down on my dick. First just an inch or two made its way into her warm mouth, then more and more made its way in as she sucked my sensitive cock. Jennifer sucked my dick with more intensity as she became acclimated to its size and my movements. 

It didn’t take long for me to blast. I felt like a teenager in the last row at a drive in movie with the prom queen, and the cum began to boil in my loins. Jennifer’s head bobbed, faster and faster, as I told her I was going to cum. Her lips wrapped tighter on my dick, and soon my cock began squirting its slimy seed into her masterful mouth.

Jennifer kept her head on my dick, sucking it clean of every drop of sticky cum, before coming up for air. She planted a kiss on my lips, and we shared the residue of my load. 

“That was incredible,” was all I could say, quickly zipping up as I heard a car park nearby.

“That was close,” said Jennifer, smiling at the older woman driving the dangerously close automobile. 

She drove me to my car, laughing at our brush with danger, and we agreed to speak later that night on the computer.

We did, and over the next two months we spent more lunchtimes together than we spent on the phone or computer. We would meet at one of two mall parking garages at least three times a week. At one we parked on the top deck, well away from the up ramp, so that we’d have some warning of someone heading to our level. At the other Mall we found a secluded spot on the bottom floor where we hardly ever saw another car during lunch hours.

We agreed early on that we could do anything with each other except intercourse. I had manually brought her off, and also went down on her in the car. Likewise, Jennifer had given me scores of blowjobs…several times twice in one day. On those occasions she blew me right after we met at the Mall, and then again after lunch.

“My appetizer and desserts,” she joked later.

Just last week, we decided to be more adventurous. Jennifer wanted to blow me in the parking lot stairwell, and a telephone worker nearly caught us with my pants down. He bounded down the stairs and almost ran us a couple of minutes after we were safely buttoned up. 

Late that night, during a computer “date”, Jennifer sighed. "That was close earlier today! Good thing he didn't come down those stairs any earlier."

Little did we know at the time that the man had actually caught us in the act. He must have turned the stairs and spied us, only to shrink back and allow us to finish. At least that’s what it sounded like when he called me on the telephone.

“Your girlfriend has a great mouth, doesn’t she?” said the man on the telephone. “Is she a better cocksucker than your wife?”

I silently stared at my desk, terrified of the man with the deep voice. It felt as if the silence extended for minutes, but I suspect it was only seconds. “What do you want?” I quietly asked.

“I want to watch you two,” he said. “Nothing more, nothing less. But there will be no negotiation. Do as I ask, and nobody needs to know about your little plaything.”

“That’s it? Nothing else?”

“Nope, simple as that. She has to know, you will know, I will know, but nobody else has to if you do as I ask. You two seem to like the danger, and I like to watch. So it should be good for all of us. Otherwise, well, who know who might know about you two and your little rendezvous?”

I was a little unsure about letting Jennifer in on his demands, but it didn’t seem as if there would be a choice. While it wasn’t a distasteful idea, the thought of being watched was a bit disconcerting.

When I discussed the situation with Jennifer, it didn’t take long for her to agree that we didn’t have much of a choice. On one hand, if we didn’t comply, our spouses might be informed of our transgressions. On the other hand, we would be observed in intimate situations. 

“You win,” I told the caller several days later after Jennifer and I had discussed the situation. 

“That’s the right decision,” said the man. “I’m thinking Friday would be perfect. Here’s the deal. I want to see you get a blowjob. But don’t cum in her mouth. I want you to cum on her face. And no hand action on her part. She uses only her lips. When you're ready to cum you jerk it onto her face.”

I told Jennifer of the man’s demands, and told her we didn’t have many options. Follow his lead and we might keep our affair quiet, disobey him and we both would be in deep water with our spouses. She finally agreed that there were worse things that could happen to us.

The rest of the week went by slowly. We didn’t see each other, but did talk a couple times on the phone and via the internet. We were cautiously optimistic that this would be the right solution to our problem.

Friday arrived, and the morning went by in a flash. I told my secretary I was heading out to lunch, and made the quick drive to the mall. I parked at "our" special spot, at the top of the three-story lot, away from the ramp. A few minutes later a black van slowly drove past, circling around the lot before coming to a stop two spaces away from the driver’s side of my vehicle.

I couldn’t see into the van, which had smoky gray windows, but I knew precisely who it was…the man with the voice. A few minutes later Jennifer arrived and parked on my passenger side before slowly getting out of her car and into mine.

“Well Jon…I guess this is it,” said the shaking woman, looking over her shoulder at the well-positioned van.

I reassured her, telling her I loved her, and that we wouldn’t be doing anything we’d never done before. We began kissing, tentatively at first, before the passions rose with each of us. I’d like to think we each forgot about the man in the nearby van, but we didn’t. On one hand, we were both self-conscious about our actions, but on the other, we knew we had no choice.

Unlike most of our previous engagements, Jennifer did not unleash my cock from its confines. She waited until I unzipped my pants. As the man had directed, I lowered my pants and underwear, which was different than simply opening my fly and taking out my cock. Jennifer and I had gotten into the habit of the latter in case someone might happen by and we needed to make ourselves quickly presentable.

No such worry this day, and soon I was naked from my waist to my ankles. Jennifer looked first at me, then at the van, and then at my cock. She took a deep breath, and then lowered her head to my manhood. As directed, she used nothing but her mouth on me, licking and kissing my cock before sucking my dick into her wet mouth. 

In stark contrast to our normal coupling, this was a tentative blowjob. She went through the motions, sucking up and down, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Later she told me she was scared to death of doing it in front of the voyeur, while on the other she realized we had not choice. We were caught, red-handed, and now we had to pay the piper.

Jennifer blew me for at least 10 minutes, and to be honest, I had trouble maintaining my erection. The thought that the man in the van was watching every second of our coupling was disconcerting. My dick went flaccid when my cell phone rang.

“Is there something wrong, Jon?” said the deep voice. “Neither of you two seems to be into this.”

It was the man in the van. 

“We’re a bit nervous,” was my reply.

“Well, I’m getting a little impatient. You two normally are going at it hot and heavy, so let’s see some of that kind of hot action. Okay?”

“Okay,” was all I could say. I kissed Jennifer and told her the man was a little unhappy with our performance, and that it might be a good idea to forget about him and think about us. I smiled at her and told her it would be all right, and then put my hand on the back of her head and lowered it to my dick.

Jennifer sucked with a little more authority, and I started to rock into her moist mouth. Normally she’d jerk me off a little into her mouth, but not under the man’s rules. So this was a mouthing of my cock and nothing more. Jennifer alternated soft, slow sucks with a fast and furious bobbing of her head, and soon I was at full attention. Figuring it would be good time to finish I began stroking my cock as she lifted her mouth off my dick.

It took a few pulls and jerks but soon I felt the cum boiling, and I turned her face slightly to the right. I took dead aim and fired spurt after spurt at her creamy cheeks, rubbing it into her face once the spurting stopped.

We both lay back in our seats, spent, for a couple minutes before the phone rang once again.

“You can tell her to clean up her face, that was quite a performance,” said the man. “Excellent in fact!”

I took a deep breath. “Then we are off the hook?”

"No," was his firm reply. "That was a great performance, but here's the deal. You tell me every time you are going to meet. I might want to watch. Then again, I might not want to watch. You'll never know. You make sure I know where and when you will be meeting, and I'll make sure that your lovely little schoolteacher wife never knows she has a philandering husband. Got it?"

I got it. And we followed those terms. The van was not always there when we’d meet, but every so often we’d get a special request over the phone. Usually he wanted Jennifer to blow me, sometimes he wanted her to jerk me off, and other times it was I who did the oral loving while the man watched. 

After a while we got used to it. If you are ever shopping at the Mall, you might want to keep an eye out for us. Heck, I think we are beginning to like having an audience.



Caught In The Act



I've always been sexually attracted to my grandmother. She has one of the most wonderful bodies I've ever seen. Especially, for a 50+ year old woman. I'm beau. I'm 18, 6'2, 160 pounds with blonde hair along with blue eyes. I have a skinny build. 

I have been visiting my grandmother for years. She was a blonde woman, with small streaks of gray in her hair. She was around 5'5, 132 pounds. She somehow had a secret of having no wrinkles. For someone her age. That secret would have been a gold mine, but she knew how to do it. 

As long as I could remember I went out there every summer for a month, but it wasn't until just this summer. That things changed…..

She had been lonely for over 10 years now. I complained about going out there. I never wanted to go. All she had for me to do was help on the farm, or she had some porno videos that she gave me to "keep me company" while she was off doing business.

Well along the ride out there. I noticed this incredibly attractive blonde, with great tits, bending over looking at a watermelon. I could see right down her shirt. That shirt was so tight, everything was ready to fall out. My pants immediately stirred. I figured that when I got to grandma's I'd run into the bedroom, throw in a "movie" and shoot my load before doing anything else.

As I said, I did just that. I went in there, picked out a movie, and shoved my pants to the floor. Exposing my 8" cock. My head felt like it was going to explode when I start to stroke myself off. Outside, I could hear my ride drive away. 

"Oh god," I kept thinking.

"Oh fuck," I said while moaning.

With that I guess my grandmother heard me, and thought I was in trouble or had forgotten something that I needed. She must have rushed up stairs, cause within minutes of my loader moan; she was rushing to my rescue. 

My cock was close to blowing load all over my stomach. When my door burst open. There was my grandmother standing there. I was in too much ecstasy to even notice thou. She noticed what I was doing and stood there. Stunned. I realized that she was standing there, and stopped I tried to cover up. It was too late thou. She was staring at my rock hard cock, bobbling in the open. 

She licked her lips and realized that I was her grandson. 

"He's so big," she said under her breath, but enough that I could make out what it was. She licked her lips.

"Oh I'm sorry Beau, I didn't know that you were doing. That. I'm sorry," she said with a tone that sounded like she was half horse. 

She walked out, and I yanked on my clothes. I went downstairs to see if she was all right. From our experience. When I got down stair's I noticed that she wasn't there. I knew that she didn't leave, because I didn't hear the car drive away. 

I walked around the house, and looked in every room. When I finally arrived at her bedroom. I could hear sounds escaping the door. It sounded like crying. 

I opened the door to see, and there she was 34 C tits in her hand! She was rubbing her nipples with one hand, I noticed that her other hand was disappearing between her legs.

"Oh my god grandma, I'm sorry," I shouted

"No, wait! Come here, I seen you. Now you have to see me, its only fair," she said while still working on herself.

I walked to her bed, and saw her swollen pussy lips glistening from her cunt juice. My cock started to re-harden from the site. 

She removed her hand and told me to come over there and help her. I walked over there and kissed my grandmother. I felt the sparks fly. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. Oh she was so good at kissing. While we were, her hand went down my chest and to my bobbling cock. She started to slowly stroke me off. Her hand felt like it belonged there. Kind of like fate had it all worked out.

I sucked on her tongue until she removed it. She started to kiss my chest while working her way down. She finally reached my cock. It was now hard as a rock. She went all the way down and stopped. She was admiring my cock.

"My you're big for your age! If I do this, you have to let me do it when ever I want to this summer," she said.

"You got a deal," I replied.

With that she took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue was moving all over my shaft. Like she missed doing this. Soon after she started my balls swelled with cum. I felt it go up my shaft and into the head of my stiff cock. I started to moan.

"OH GRANDMA," I shouted. All of the sudden I couldn't handle myself anymore. One of my fantasies was coming true. I was blowing my load in her mouth. I tried to hold back but nothing was stopping me now. My cum shot out of my cock like a fosset. It started to roll down her chin. After a while, I finally shot the last of it. She swallowed like a true champion. Afterwards I could see her cunt drooling her juices, but she said that I had to put my cock away. And we should try it again soon. I asked about if she wanted me to help her out. She declined and said that my cumming in her mouth was enough. I agreed and left the room. As I did this, I heard her start to moan. My thoughts said that she was fingering herself. After about ten minutes I had another hard on. From listening to her. All of the sudden she stopped, and I could hear footsteps toward my bedroom. Even thou she just sucked me off. I didn't want her to see my hard on. She opened the door ass naked, and asked if she could come in. Of course I said she could.. she shut the door behind her, and that night was the best night. Until tonight, when she's doing a lot more...



Caught In the Act



Clint and his girlfriend and had lived together for more than a year, but after a recent argument, Lynda packed her things and moved out. Communication came to a halt, except for the occasional message left on Clint's machine about a bill, mail or something equally innocuous.

After more than three weeks, Clint began to feel the effects of Lynda's absence. He was horny all the time. When Friday night rolled around with nothing in particular to do, he stopped on the way home and rented a porn video. He arrived at home and took the time to cook a quick microwave meal and ate it at the kitchen counter. Then he turned off all the lights in the front of the house and retreated to the back bedroom that was "the TV room."

It took only five minutes of watching the video for Clint to conclude that it was a hot one. A gorgeous brunette with huge natural tits was being fucked "doggy style" by a muscle-bound blonde boy who seemed to have an IQ between 90 and 95. He had the requisite equipment, though, and that was all that mattered at the moment. Clint stopped the tape, backed it up to the beginning of this scene, and retreated to the bathroom.

From a box beneath the counter he removed a latex surgical glove. He squirted hand lotion inside the glove and worked it around to thoroughly lubricate the inside of the glove. After stripping off his clothes, Clint returned to the TV room. The anticipation of what he had in mind had given him a solid hard-on. He turned the couch so it faced away from the TV, then slipped the rubber glove between the two back cushions of the couch, about 18" above the seat cushions. Then he reached for the remote and clicked the video back on.

Clint watched the blonde stud slide his cock into the buxom brunette, and as they resumed their fucking, he got on my knees on the couch and slowly slid his cock into the surgical glove between the back cushions. The pressure of the cushions was perfect, creating just the right sensations as he thrust his cock all the way in, then slowly withdrew it. Clint turned the volume up a bit to take full advantage of the moans and groans emanating from the video. He didn't hear the key turning the lock at the front door.

Lynda had been waiting for her IRS refund check and drove by Clint's house twice before concluding from the darkened windows that he wasn't there. She unlocked the front door and slipped quietly in to check for mail that was always tossed on a table in the entry hall. As she leafed through the large stack of mail, she was startled by sounds that seemed to be coming from the back of the house. She listened quietly and was convinced she heard someone moaning.

As she approached the hall to the back bedrooms, Lynda saw light flickering from the TV. She turned the corner and could see enough of the screen to discern that a porn video was in play. On impulse, she slipped her shoes off and padded quietly toward the open door of the TV room. She was startled enough by what she saw to gasp quietly.

Clint had turned the couch to face away from the TV and was on his knees on the couch, facing the TV. He was totally naked, and his body was bathed in light from the TV screen. Lynda watched in fascination. Clint was focused on the video, and his hips pumped methodically back and forth, thrusting his cock deep between the two back cushions of the couch – then withdrawing – then thrusting in again.

A sudden flush of warmth cascaded over Lynda. Her left hand moved to her left breast, her fingers squeezing her swollen nipple. She pressed her right hand between her thighs, rubbing the fabric of her jeans against her rapidly swelling labia. She watched the muscles in the cheeks of Clint's ass cup inward as he flexed and thrust his cock. Her hand moved to the waistband of her jeans, rapidly unbuttoning then tugging her zipper downward. Her hand slipped inside her panties, and her fingers caressed her pussylips, spreading them open and finding her swollen clit.

Clint's fantasy was clearly in control. Lynda could hear him speaking quietly as he stared at the screen and moved his hips. "Ahhhh, yeah, baby. Fuck me! Take this hard cock deep in that tight little cunt of yours!" Lynda bit her lip – then made her decision. She quietly pushed her jeans and panties off, kicking them aside. Her sweater and bra quickly joined her jeans on the floor, and she slipped quietly into the room. Without warning she slipped onto the couch, sitting against the arm at the end.


Clint was startled – first by Lynda's unexpected appearance, then by the shock of her total nakedness. She whispered quietly, "Keep fucking, baby. You look great!" As she spoke, she applied the fingers of one hand to her left nipple, while thrusting the middle finger of her right hand between the lips of her pussy. Clint smiled broadly and continued thrusting his cock between the cushions. "Does that feel good on your cock, baby? Do you like watching me fuck my pussy?"

"Oh, fuck yes, Lynda! Finger fuck that hot little cunt for me!" he groaned. She responded by shifting sideways, pulling her heels up toward her hips and spreading wide. She withdrew her finger and replaced it with two – thrusting them deep inside herself. Her fingers pulled outward on her swollen nipple.

"Have you missed this pussy, baby? Would you like to stick that big hard cock in it?" she asked with a grin. Clint reacted by pulling his cock from between the cushions and turning to face her. She reached for his cock with her right hand, grasping it and pulling him toward her. She spread her pussylips open with her left hand and guided his cock, positioning the head at her opening. Clint thrust hard and buried the length of his swollen cock fully inside her. "Oh, fuck, baby! Your cock feels sooooo good. Fuck your baby girl. Fuck her good"

Clint put both hands on the armrest above Lynda's head, supporting his torso above her, and thrusting his cock rapidly in – and out – and back in. Lynda pinched and pulled on both her nipples as she thrust her pelvis upward to receive Clint's cock. "Oh, baby, you are the best," he moaned, "this cock never gets enough of that sweet little cunt of yours."

Lynda slipped a hand down her torso and between their bodies, her fingertips stroking Clint's balls. "Give me that load, Clint. I know you have to have a big one for me!" She felt him thrust hard in response, the head of his cock rubbing deep inside her in just the right spot.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he groaned as the semen began to erupt from his balls and up the length of his cock. "Going to cum, baby. Here it is!" Lynda felt the heated discharge bursting inside her, just as the waves of her own orgasm began to flow over her. Her body tensed, then began to tremble.

"Ohhhh, honey, I'm cumming! Fuck me, baby!" Clint responded to her plea by thrusting his cock harder and deeper, squirting the full extent of his accumulated passion inside her. He lowered his body slowly onto hers, slipping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her lips repeatedly. "When are you moving back?" he whispered.

"Tomorrow" was her reply.



Caught In The Act



My wife and I have been married for 8 years. We have two kids, a girl 6, and a boy 4. Our sex life, although slow, when we do get it on, it’s really great. I never thought in a million years that she would cheat on me. Many men have come on to her over the years but she has remained faithful, disgusted that they would hit on a married woman. What man wouldn’t want to fuck my wife. With her fire red hair, creamy skin and 38DD tits, who could blame them? I love nothing better than feeling my wife’s lips wrapped around my prick, or the feel of her pussy gliding up and down my shaft while she rides me. Well, my perfect picture life was about to change.

It was Friday afternoon and I had gotten off of work early. I had tried to call my wife from the office to tell her but all I got was our machine. I assumed that she was taking the kids to her parents for the weekend as we had plans for a romantic getaway. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed my wife’s car in the driveway. I smiled to myself and figured that with the kids gone, maybe we could have an afternoon love session before our trip. As I walked to the door I glanced over my shoulder and saw that our babysitter Melissa’s car was parked across the street. I thought maybe Karen’s parents had cancelled and she had gotten Melissa to come and stay with the kids instead. Boy, was I ever wrong.

I opened the door, expecting to find everyone in the living room, but the house was quiet. I almost called out that I was home but something stopped me. I could hear faint noises coming from the master bedroom. Quietly, I walked to the door. It was ajar. Looking in I had a perfect view of the bed and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There, with her head buried in my wife’s cunt was Melissa! My wife’s head was thrown back against the pillows and she was pulling on her nipples softly moaning. Despite my anger, my dick began to stir. How could she do this to me, to us? But the harder my dick got the more I realized that this was every man’s fantasy, to have two women. I decided to watch them for awhile and I took my dick out of my pants and began to stroke it.

On the bed, things were getting hotter. Melissa had her fingers in Karen’s hole jamming them in and out. Karen was going nuts, bucking her hips off of the bed to meet Melissa’s thrusts. Just as she was about to cum, Karen pulled Melissa over her body into a 69. They both began lapping at each other’s pussies in earnest. I was stroking my dick faster and faster now. As the two beauties on the bed started to moan that they were cummimg, I shot my load all over the bedroom door. 

They must have heard me groan because they both sat up and stared at the door. My wife gasped as I walked in with my still hard dick in my hand. Melissa just smiled and licked her lips. I stood at the end of the bed looking at my wife. Without a word, Melissa leaned over and kissed my wife’s full lips. My wife was still looking at me to see what I would do. I just stroked my cock and watched. They both kneeled on the bed with Karen’s back against Melissa’s breasts. Melissa reached around and stoked her nails across Karen’s tits. She moaned as Melissa slipped a finger into her wet cunt. She gently stroked her and my wife laid her head back against Melissa’s shoulder. I couldn’t believe how beautiful the two of them looked. They were rubbing against each other and Melissa asked me if I liked what I saw. I could only manage a small nod. 

Melissa whispered something in Karen’s ear and she moaned yes in response. Then Melissa told me to get undressed and I happily obliged. She came to the edge of the bed and took my cock in her mouth. She licked around the head, flicking it with the tip of her wet tongue. I entwined my fingers in her long brown curls. Karen came up by Melissa and gave me a deep-throated kiss. With my free hand I tweaked Karen’s nipples one at a time. I bent and kissed each one, gently taking it in-between my teeth and flicking my tongue across its hardness. 

Melissa was really doing a number on my dick. I was pumping it in and out of her mouth like it was a cunt. She sucked it all the way in and held it there looking up at me. I was in pure heaven, but I wanted more and Melissa knew it. I lay down on the bed between my two lovely angels. They took turns kissing me and sucking on my tongue. Then my wife climbed onto my cock and slowly sank her luscious pussy all the way down. Meanwhile, Melissa straddled my face and begged me to lick her hot little pussy. I needed no encouragement. I had my wife fucking me and I was eating the babysitter’s cunt. 

I glanced at my wife and she was locked in a French kiss with Melissa, both of them grabbing at each other’s tits. Now and then they would reach down and gently stroke each other’s clits, fanning their desire. They both exploded in a massive orgasm at the same time, drenching my cock and filling my mouth with sweet juice. I myself was no where near cumming. 

I asked the girls to lie side by side with their legs spread wide. I took turns pumping my cock back and forth into each dripping hole. They were going wild, hands on tits and clits, kissing each other and moaning. It was incredible to feel the difference in their pussies. One was warm and familiar and the other was tight and new. I then asked Karen if I could fuck Melissa while Melissa tongued her pussy. My wife’s answer was to bend down and slide her tongue into Melissa’s twat. She licked it up and down sticking her tongue in the wet hole and nibbling on her hard clit. 

Melissa was begging for my cock. “Please, please put your cock in my cunt, I want you to fuck me while I lick your wife’s pussy.” She said. Karen took my cock in her hand and told Melissa to get on her hands and knees. She guided my dick to her cunt, and put the tip in and rubbed it all around. Melissa was whimpering for her to stop her teasing. My wife gave her a slap on her up turned ass and let go of my cock. I rammed my cock into her juicy hole until my balls were slapping her ass. Melissa had the tightest cunt I had ever seen. It sucked my cock in with no mercy, her muscles squeezing and milking my hardness. 

Karen positioned herself in front of Melissa’s mouth with her legs spread wide. I had a perfect view of my wife’s sweet pussy and Melissa’s tongue lapping away. My wife reached underneath the pillow and brought out a thick black dildo. She ran the tip across her nipples for a few seconds and then she handed it to Melissa. I continued my fucking, pulling my cock out and then ramming it hard back into Melissa’s eager twat. She seemed to like that a lot. 

“I am going to fuck your wife and make her cum while you fuck me.” Melissa said. I picked up my pace as Melissa inserted the dildo into my wife’s honey pot. Slowly, in and out she fucked my wife’s cunt with the dildo, lowering her head to take Karen’s clit between her teeth. My wife was squirming all over and told me to slap Melissa’s ass. I did as she asked and both of the girls moaned. I looked into my wife’s lust-filled eyes. “Do you like the way I fuck the babysitter?” I asked my wife. “I love to see your cock as it slides in and out of the pussy that was just in my mouth.” She answered. 

“Do you want to see me cum?” I asked her. Melissa said, “Why don’t you cum all over your wife’s sweet pussy while I make her cum with this dildo.” In a flash I was out of Melissa’s tight hole and stroking my cock above my wife’s cunt. Melissa pushed the dildo in harder and faster and Karen said she was going to cum. She rammed the dildo in all the way and held it there while I squirted my wad all over Karen’s pussy. She was crying out in pleasure, rubbing her fingers in my cum and coating her nipples, while Melissa licked my cum from Karen’s pussy. I fell back onto the bed totally exhausted yet satisfied beyond belief. Melissa joined us and we all fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Lets just say that my wife and I never did go on our trip but what we did do all weekend was definitely worth staying home. 



Caught in the Act



Every once in a while, we are jolted out of our contented, self-centered world by being caught in the act of doing something society frowns upon. Usually, being caught breaking one of society's taboos is an unwelcome event marked by, at best, sheer embarrassment, or, at worst, being subjected to the machinations of the judicial system.

Being unintentionally caught masturbating in public has the potential for being a life-changing event. If it doesn't land one in jail, cost one his job or get one's nose broken, then the Gods must have been smiling that day.

Well, I was caught in the act late this summer, and the Gods clearly were smiling on me that day.

It was a hot, dry summer's day. I decided to go for a hard run on the mountain trails about a mile from my office in a mid-sized Western college town. By noon that day, it already had been a stressful, yet boring day. My mind and body were eager for some time to cut loose and leave the work drudgery behind.

After changing into my running clothes at a nearby gym, I hit the pavement running toward the trails of a local open space park. Once my shoes left pavement and the familiar crunch of gravel and dirt greeted my ears, thoughts of work and conference calls disappeared. As my heart rate increased along with the grade of the trail, my mind began to wander into the realm of naked women and fantasies of erotic couplings with strangers. The next thing I knew, my loins were aching and thoughts of orgasmic release filled my head.

I decided I should find a secluded spot, well off the trail to take a break and jack off. As I neared the top of a long climb to a ridge line, I slowed and began walking the final stretch to the top. I slipped my hand down the front of my light running shorts and fondled my penis until I had an erection. Once I crested the ridge, I started scanning the hillsides and rock outcroppings for a relatively flat spot in the sun that offered a vantage point where I would see someone approaching before they would see me. I am no exhibitionist and didn't want to find myself in the position of exposing myself and frightening anyone.

After a few minutes of scanning the vicinity, I eyed another ridge line that angled away from the ridge upon which I was walking. I made my way through the ponderosa pines and sagebrush to the top of this ridge. The sun, angling from the West, was beating down on my shoulders as I found a nice-sized, flat rock obscured from behind by a large rock outcropping. The spot overlooked a pine cloaked gully, well out of sight of the trail.

I stood on the rock, stripped off my shirt and carefully scanned the area for any signs of movement and people. Seeing no one, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my running shorts and slid them off my hips and dropped them at my feet and quickly stepped out of them. I kicked them next to my shirt and with my hands on my now naked hips, I again scanned the area to make sure no one was around.

I was alone. My dick was now standing fully at attention. I took it in my hand and slowing stroked it and caressed my shaved balls. (I began shaving my balls and closely trimming my pubic hair about a year ago after a girlfriend convinced me to do it. Her argument, and one I had no bright retort to, was that since she shaved her pussy, I should reciprocate.) After another quick glance around, I laid down on the warm flat rock.

With my bare ass absorbing the rock's warmth, I again took my dick in hand and got down to business. With mental images of a nude woman shaving her pussy as I looked on filling my head, I began pumping my dick up and down with my right hand. I brought my left hand to my mouth and took a glob of saliva and used it to coat my asshole. I slipped my middle finger inside myself, working in some of the saliva to serve as lubricant. Still pumping my cock, I coated my left middle finger with more saliva and slipped it in above the knuckle, deep into my ass.

I began to work both hands in tandem, raising my ass off the rock, allowing me to slip the entire length of my finger inside. I was getting close to cumming. The sun was beating down on my naked body. My dick was hard as a rock and ready to explode. My finger was up my ass.

Then, the unimaginable happened. Just as I was about to let go, I heard a gasp followed by a female voice exclaiming, "Oh my God!"

With my dick still in my right hand and my left index finger up my ass, I looked up and saw two women peering over the rock outcropping I was so convinced would shield me from prying eyes. My heart leapt into my throat. I popped my finger out of my ass, let go of my cock and quickly stood up scrambling to figure out how to get out of this incredibly uncomfortable situation.

As I looked quickly down at my clothes, some 10 feet away, I stammered an apology and used my splayed right hand to cover my still hard cock.

Both women now were standing a top the rock outcropping and I could tell they both were college aged and attractive. They were both clad in hiking clothes -- tan shorts, sports bras and hiking shoes. Both of them had their hair tied up in pony tails. The taller of the two, wearing a black sports bra, had blonde hair and was several inches taller than the other one, who had long, straight brown hair.

The blonde spoke next. "Holly shit, what in the world are you doing? We should report you." She turned to the brunette and said, "Come on, Sarah, let's get the hell out of here."

Sarah didn't meet the blonde's gaze. She was studiously looking me up and down. I thought I detected a quick, wry smirk as she muttered, "Relax Tina, what's he going to do, chase after us bare-assed?"

Sensing she wanted a better look at my most private parts, I dropped my hands to my side. My dick had lost some of its erection, but had just enough life left in it to give it a nice large, thick appearance. That coupled with the fact that I trim back my pubic hair must have made my average-sized cock look quite large to her.

Staring right at my exposed cock, Tina nodded in my direction and said, "Were you pretty close before we scared you?"

"Yeah, I was just about to let go," I said. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation while standing naked as a jaybird in front of two college girls in the middle of the woods.

"Can I watch you finish up," Tina asked, to my astonishment. 

I wasn't sure how to respond. Heck, I wasn't sure I could masturbate in front of two strange women. I think I was still red with embarrassment, anyway. After all, I had been caught jacking off in public, with my finger up my ass no less. Seemingly reading my mind, Tina said, "I especially liked what you were doing with your left hand."

Aaaargh. Shit. They had seen me playing with my own ass. Man, I was turning shades of red previously unknown to even the most daring artists.

As I was wallowing in my embarrassment, I quickly noticed Tina was awaiting a response. Sarah was looking around uncomfortably and clearly looked like she wanted to get the hell out of there.

"I guess you could watch," I said meekly. "But, I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable," I added, looking at Sarah.

"She'll be fine," Tina quickly retorted as she climbed down from the rock outcropping and moved toward a good sitting rock about five feet from where I was standing. Sarah timidly followed and muttered, "This is unbelievable. I don't know if this is smart, Tina."

"You're not going to do anything to us, are you," Tina asked me.

"No," I said. "I think I'm too paralyzed with embarrassment to move more than two feet in any direction," I replied making a valiant attempt to muster a light-hearted tone and a smile.

Tina sat down on the rock as Sarah made her way down and found a spot standing next to Tina.

"Go ahead," Tina said. "Don't let us hold you up any more. It looks like you are ready anyway."

I looked down and realized my dick was totally hard again. I had, almost unconsciously, been getting more and more turned on as the notion of two strange women looking at my naked body sunk in. I took my dick back in my right hand and began lightly stroking it. I was concentrating on what my hand was doing when my rhythm was interrupted, again, by Tina.

"I like the way you trim you hair down there," she said looking intently at my crotch. "So hot. Hey, you don't have any hair on your balls either. Wow."

I didn't say anything. I was getting really hot having these two women watching me. My embarrassment was rapidly evacuating and being replaced by lust. I turned fully toward my two onlookers, spread my feet about should length apart and began jacking off in earnest. As I worked my cock, I looked each woman up and down, pausing to focus on their breasts, concealed behind tight sports bras, and their long, tan legs emerging from short hiking shorts. Every few seconds I would glance at their faces. Our eyes never met because they were staring only at my crotch. Both of them were unconsciously leaning forward, eyes wide.

After about five minutes of this, Tina said, "I can't believe you haven't cum yet. Maybe you need some visuals to help. Sarah, show him your tits."

With Tina's laugh still lingering in the air, Sarah turned to her and slowly and ponderously said, "I can't....do...that...." In mid-sentence, still staring at my cock, she seemed to visibly reconsider. Never averting her gaze, she lifted her hands to the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it up above her breasts and left it there, dropping her hands to her sides. She quickly glanced down at her exposed breasts and over at Tina. Tina stood there looking at Sarah with her mouth agape.

"Holly shit, Sarah, I didn't think you really would do that."

"Yeah, well, I, uh, I dunno," was all she could get out. I could tell Sarah was really turned on. I saw an opening and decided to try and up the ante.

"Please take your top the rest of the way off," I said to Sarah. Almost obediently, she complied by pulling the top off over her head, being careful to get it around her pony tail. She brought her hands up to her breasts, as if to cover them. Instead, she just held them in her hands and lightly pinched her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers before dropping her hands, again to her sides.

I gazed hungrily at her. Her breasts were small, but a full, wonderful round shape. Her nipples were small and noticeably erect.

"Sarah, you are a wild woman," Tina exclaimed. "No one is going to believe this."

That comment snapped Sarah out of her sexual stupor. "Tina," she said with her eyes flashing. "No one is going to hear about this!"

Just as Sarah finished her almost angry pronouncement, she bent down and before Tina could react, slipped Tina's sports bra up above her breasts, exposing them to me. Sarah then said, "If I'm going to do this, so are you." 

Tina, realizing she had angered her friend, contritely explained she didn't mean she would tell anyone. As she spoke, she completely removed her top and stood up next to Sarah. "Sorry about that."

With everyone happy again, and now with two pairs of amazing naked breasts before me, I began concentrating on giving the girls a show. My mindset had shifted. I now was totally into giving them a show, purposely jacking off in front of them to satisfy my own sexual cravings and new-found desire to expose myself.

Realizing I was not getting much closer to cumming in my standing position, I decided to lay back down on the warm, flat rock. Without saying a word, I sat down, feeling the rock's warmth again on my bare ass. I laid back on my back with my knees in the air and spread my legs. With both of them framed perfectly between my raised knees, I took my cock again in my right hand and began pumping it up and down. In this position, I felt so exposed. Nothing was left to the imagination. From their vantage point, they could see my erect cock in my hand, my shaved balls swinging side to side between my legs and my asshole just below my balls. 

I was really getting into it when I saw Tina lean over to Sarah and whisper something. I didn't care what she was saying. I was taking in the sexy sight of her breasts gently swaying with each subtle movement. When she finished whispering, Sarah reared back wide-eyed and said, "No way. You are not." Tina smiled and unbutton her shorts and let them drop to the ground. She must have had keys in one of the pockets because the shorts hit the rock with a thud. She quickly stepped out of the shorts and stood before me wearing only a tiny pair of pink g-string panties. She hooked her thumbs under the thin strip of material snaking up over her hips from what I presumed was an equally thin strip of material running up her ass crack. As she pulled up on the g-string, the tiny pink triangle of material concealing the folds of her pussy perfectly conformed to shape of her mound. I could make out her slit. I noted nary a hair was peaking out around her tiny panties.

"Wow, that is so sexy," was all I could muster. She smiled as she looked down on me, still masturbating flat on my back. Without letting the smile fade from her lips, she turned around and bent over, giving me a close up view of her ass and the thin strip of material concealing what must have been a perfect, tight asshole.

"Do you like this view," she needlessly inquired. I professed my love of the color pink and of the view she was providing. I quickly glanced at Sarah who was looking uncomfortable again. Tina, on the other hand, was just hitting her stride.

Just as Sarah asked Tina what she was doing, Tina quickly slipped off her panties and took a step closer to where I was laying. I couldn't believe what was happening. Tina now was totally nude. Her pussy was as gorgeous and awe inspiring as were her breasts. She was almost totally shaved down there, except for a thin strip of hair starting at the top of her slit.

"Don't get any ideas," Tina said. "Let's just watch each other. No touching. Okay?"

I wasn't going to do anything to ruin this fantasy come true. I agreed there would be no touching.

"Just keep doing what you are doing," Tina said. With her words still handing in the air, she closed the distance between us with one hand gently rubbing her sweet spot. She came up right next to me. From my vantage point, laying on my back, she looked so tall. Her next move was unbelievable. She came around and stepped on either side of my head, facing my feet. Looking up, I had a full-on view of her shaved pussy lips and the arch of her butt cheeks curving up to her back. As I was gazing at her pussy, she slid a hand between her legs and began masturbating.

With this sight before me, my own masturbating was reinvigorated. I began working my dick fast and furiously. Every now and again, I would pry my gaze from Tina's masturbation show to glance at Sarah. She had slipped her hand down the front of her shorts and clearly was masturbating as well, her breasts jiggling with every movement of her hand.

Seeing Sarah in the act sent me right to the edge of cumming. Like someone out of a bad porno movie, I actually said out loud, "I'm going to cum." 

"Yay!" Tina said. "Watch Sarah."

Still staring intently at Tina's hand rubbing her pussy, I let go. Cum shot into the air and landed in big globs on my chest and stomach. I kept pumping milking the orgasm for everything I had. It was, possibly, the most intense orgasm I ever had.

After I came, Tina exclaimed how hot my cum shot was and continued rubbing her clit. Still standing over me, she quickened her masturbation pace and seemed to be close to orgasm herself. The next thing I remember was Tina rearing her head back, letting out two deep sighs, slightly bending her knees and nearly stumbling as her orgasm washed over her.

Once she regain her composure, Tina stepped over me and quickly gathered up her clothes and got dressed. Watching her slip on her tiny pink panties was so hot. I propped myself up on my elbows, still on my back and watched her put on the rest of her clothes. It was then I noticed Sarah still had her hands down the front of her shorts. Tina must have realized it at about the same time.

"Come on, Sarah, you can cum. Let go. It feels so good. Just look at his cock. Look at the cum on his chest. Doesn't what your doing to yourself in front of me and this total stranger feel incredible?"

Sarah let out a barely audible, "Uh-huh," and she came. Like Tina, Sarah kind of bobbed forward a couple of times, closed her eyes tight and let out two quiet uhs. Once her orgasm subsided, she covered her face with her hands and said, "That felt so good. Oh my God, I can't believe I did that in front of you guys."

I just smiled and stood up to gather my own clothes. Sarah and I dressed together. Once we were all clothed again, Tina said how exciting this experience had been. She said she really enjoyed just watching and masturbating in front of someone she didn't know. Offhandedly, I said, "We should do it again."

Sarah, again, looked concerned. Tina, being a smart, careful woman, said, "Well, I don't know. Maybe. Give me your e-mail address and we will see.

Sarah opened a small hip pack she had been carrying and handed me a pen and a scrap of paper. I wrote down my e-mail address, scoob322001@xxxxx.com, and handed the pen and paper to Tina.

We said our goodbyes and each headed off in opposite directions. They went back over the rock outcropping and I made my way back to the trail, and, eventually, back to work. Oh, what a day.



Caught in the Act



I was thinking about my past. This was not at all unusual for me, given the events that happened in my life.

I was born to be a mobster – my father was the legendary Anthony "Tony Pro" Provenzini, head of the Lucchelli crime family in New Jersey. I had made my way up the ranks, and at 23, when Dad was "retired" by some old enemies he had made, I took the helm. My training in martial arts and my M.B.A. from Princeton helped me handle the situation, and by the time I was 30, I was a millionaire several tens of times over. But I wasn’t happy.

I decided, at the age of 31, to hand over the reins to my top lieutenant. We agreed that I should retire gracefully, and one deal with the police later (sharing information on some of the lower-level people, then paying them $1 million per year to accept a 1-2 year sentence), I had a "new identity" and was in witness protection in California, knowing I’d never need it. (The "boys" knew a little time in prison looked good on their resume, and a million a year is good pay for sitting around doing nothing. Money heals all wounds…)

I was now Nick Baker, having left Joseph Provenzini back in the Garden State. With the $25 million I had in the bank, I didn’t need to work. I spent my time working on my martial arts skills, my shooting, and my cooking (a man has to eat, and I was a bachelor without a woman to do the kitchen tasks…)

I poured myself a final glass of orange juice and climbed into bed. I didn’t anticipate anything out of the ordinary happening that night. I had no idea what was about to happen.

At 2:30 a.m., I was awakened by a noise. I thought at first it might have been a creature of the wild: my house is a mile from the nearest neighbor, and set in a forested area. I sat up in bed and listened. This time I heard a distinctly human sound coming from the living room. A footstep of someone trying to be as quiet as possible.

I slipped out of bed, in just my sweatpants and a T-shirt, and took my gun off the nightstand. Slipping quietly down the stairs, a made my way into the living room. A shadowy figure was trying to remove my computer from the desk. Since the machine is bolted down, they weren’t having much luck. I aimed my gun at their head. Flipping on the light switch, I called out, "FREEZE!"

Startled, the person spun around to face me. "Don’t move," I warned, "or I’ll blow your head off. Now slowly put your hands in the air." They did as I instructed. Their face was masked, but their worn-out clothes revealed a startling fact: it was a woman. "Remove the mask," I instructed. The woman did so. She was quite young: I judged her to be between 18 and 25. She was wearing a ragged T-shirt that had clearly seen better days, jeans that were filled with holes and so worn I thought they would tear apart at the slightest touch, and very little else.

"Lie on the floor," I told her. I went over to my desk, removed a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed her hands behind her back. I seated her in a recliner and pulled up a chair in front of her, seating myself comfortably on it. The gun was still pointed at her as I did so. "Talk," I said. "Who are you and what are you doing?"

"My name," she said shakily, "is Lisa MacKenzie." I retrieved her purse from the floor and confirmed she was telling the truth. Her license revealed she was 21 and lived in the nearby college town of Humboldt. "OK, Lisa," I told her, "why would a college student at Humboldt State be robbing a house?" "I need the money," she said. "My brother borrowed $3,000 a month ago, and now with interest, if he doesn’t come up with 4 grand by Monday the men say they’ll break both his legs." Loan sharks, I thought to myself, are the same lousy, small, arrogant people here as in Jersey. I looked at my watch: 2:45 a.m. Friday morning. 

I looked Lisa over appraisingly. Her short brown hair was military-style, very unfeminine, but the rest of her looked good. Her soft brown eyes had begun to tear up, but they were very pretty. Her body was soft and curvaceous, with luscious-looking breasts, nice wide hips, and strong legs. "You realize that I could have you busted for breaking and entering." I said. 

"Please don’t!" she replied. "Then I’ll be in jail and my brother will be in the hospital!" "I’m rich," I told her. "Your brother’s debt is just pocket change to me. Now tell me why I should help you."

"I’ll do anything you want," she pleaded desperately. "If you help me out, I’ll do whatever you want! I don’t want to see my brother mutilated by those thugs!"

This had possibilities, I thought. "Get up," I said. I took her into the bedroom and uncuffed her hands. I put the gun away in the drawer before doing so. "Now take off your clothes." She looked at me with tears now filling her eyes, but reluctantly disrobed. "Let’s understand each other," I told her. "For the rest of this weekend, you will be my slave. If you obey my every command, I will not report you for breaking and entering. If you’re good enough in bed, I may even help out with your brother. Now get on your knees, slave."

Crying openly now, she did so. I removed my clothing and stood in front of her. "Suck me, slave," I ordered her. She took the tip of my prick into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the head. "Good," I said. "Now take it all." I started sliding in and out of her mouth, face-fucking her as she swirled her tongue around my prick. "Open wide, honey," I said, grabbing the back of her head. I slid down her throat as she struggled to breathe. After a few strokes, I pulled out and let her get a breath.

I then made her lay on the bed spread-eagled. It was the work of a moment to tie her wrists and ankles to the four posts of my bed, leaving her exposed and helpless. I slowly ran my hands over her inner thighs, teasing her. Then I flicked my tongue down over her clit. She was red-hot and dripping wet. "Did sucking me off get you horny, slut?" I taunted her. "Did the little whore get hot giving me a blow job? You’re a hot little tramp." She scowled but made no reply. 

For the next 20 minutes or so, I teased her clit and pussy with my tongue, bringing her close to orgasm but denying her release. I wanted to make her beg to be fucked. Her moans were music to my ears as she grew more and more frustrated.

Finally, she could take no more. "Let me cum! Stop teasing me!" she begged. "Do you want to be fucked?" I asked her. "Yes! I want it bad!" she said. "Beg for me," I told her. "Say you are a horny slut who needs her master to fuck her." "I am a horny slut. Please fuck me now, Master!" she moaned.

I had her. I slid my swollen prick into her steaming cunt. Within a few strokes she was cumming. I slammed into her, harder and harder, driving myself onward. She came over and over, each orgasm seemingly more intense than the one before. 

Finally I had had enough. I pulled out and made her open her mouth and lick her juices off of me. "Suck me off now, slut," I told her. "You will swallow it all without complaining. You are nothing but a tramp." She licked my prick up and down until I was ready to cum. I slid deep into her mouth and shot my cum down her throat: she obligingly swallowed every drop.

I let her clean up in the bathroom, but insisted she sleep in the nude. To make sure she didn’t try anything, her wrists were chained to the bed while she slept. The next morning I fucked her again, and again made her beg for it first. We had a wonderful weekend, but the moment of truth was now arriving.

On Monday morning, Lisa woke up to find me dressed and ready to leave. "Where are we going?" she asked sleepily. "To pay off your brother’s debt, silly," I told her. I had secretly purchased a lovely dress for her to wear: I had plans for her beyond the weekend. "You mean…?" she asked. "Yes, I do," I told her. "You were terrific. I didn’t mean to scare you, but I wasn’t sure what you were up to, and so…" She smiled. "I do hope to see you again," I told her, "under less… shall we say, hostile circumstances."

Two weeks later, we went on our first "real" date. Six months later, we were husband and wife. I made her grow out her hair: it looks better long. And we still enjoy role play, especially when I pretend to catch her "in the act" and use her body to "punish" her.



Caught in the Act



I was lying in bed with my stiff cock in my hands. I was furiously jacking it off, thinking of my sisters tits.  She was a big slut, my sister.  Small waist, big bouncy breasts.  She was so easy too, I bet she had opened her legs for half the guys in school.  I even caught her once in the bathroom, shaving her pussy.  She was pretty upset at the time, but I was fantasizing that the situation turned out differently.  I was picturing her wearing nothing but a towel on her head.  Her leg up on the sink, razor in hand.  She looks up at me, smiles.  She holds out the razor, offering it to me, to let me make her cunt clean and smooth.  I take the blade in my hand…

“What the hell are you doing?”

I opened my eyes, and looked down towards the foot of my bed.  Half blocked from view by my hard dick was my mother.  She stood at the doorway of my room holding an armful of my laundry.  I must have forgotten to lock my door.  She looked at shock at my cock.  I rapidly tried to cover up, but it was too late.  I had been caught jerking off.  And by my own mother!  Man was this an embarrassing situation.  I tried to cover, gibbering something about changing for work, but it was obvious what I was doing.  There was no hiding it.

“Don’t lie to me young man”, she said sternly, “I know exactly what you were doing.  You were abusing yourself.”

“No, no, that’s not what was happening mom, it wasn’t what it looked like.”  Mom wasn’t buying it.

“I can see right through you.  You were abusing yourself.”  She reached down and threw the covers off me.  I was completely exposed.  It was still big and stiff.  Still waiting for release.  “That is absolutely disgusting.  What do you have to say for yourself?”  She stood there, arms crossed.  She didn’t look happy to find that her only son was a pervert.

“But ma, I can’t help it.  Sometimes it just gets so hard and sensitive.  It hurts.  I just gotta.”  That was true.  A few hours beforehand I watched my sister come home.  She had on a tiny miniskirt.  She immediately ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth.  That was a signal that she had just taken some guy’s load in her mouth.  I had been excited ever since.

“That is no excuse young man.”  She said.  “You know that it is a sin to do that.  I will not allow you to be a nasty pervert as long as you live under my roof.  You know as well as I do that there is only one place to do that, inside a woman’s vagina.”

“But what should I do?  Most of the time I can’t get a woman to give it up.”

“Then you will just have to do without won’t you?”

“But I can’t do that mom, I need to get off sometimes.  I just gotta.”  My mother looked down at me with a strange look.  She was clearly still upset at my actions, but I could also tell that she was compassionate to my situation.  She wanted to help, wanted to do the motherly thing.

“Well, I guess that there is only one option, because I will not have you doing that sort of thing in my house.”  She reached up under her blue cotton nightgown and pulled off her panties.  “You’ll just have to use my vagina.”

I was a bit taken back by her offer.  I had never really noticed before, but my mom was a pretty good looking woman.  She had been young when she had kids, and so she wasn’t all wrinkled and gray like other guy’s mothers are.  I guess I never noticed because I lived with a sexpot of a sister who took up all of my sexual thoughts.

Now, I know what you guys are thinking.  How do you fuck your own mother?  Well, it isn’t that difficult actually.  I admit, I expected to be turned off, but I wasn’t.  In fact, my prick was harder than ever.  It was even pulsing slightly as the blood rushed in.  I felt that I could cum at any second, even without touching it.  Here was a beautiful older woman offering her pussy to me, how could I resist?  I’m not a bad looking guy, but it is rare that a woman throws herself at me like this.

Mom lifted her nightie up, exposing her thighs and her beautiful bush.  The hair down there was a dirty blonde, just like the bun at the top of her head.  She rubbed her hand over the fur a few times.  “Well, it isn’t wet.  I’m not going to let you stick it in me dry, and frankly the thought of doing this is not turning me on in the slightest.  You’ll have to lick it first to get my vagina ready.”  She moved to he bed, and lifted her leg.  I was still lying on my back on the bed.  She pushed her cunt towards my face.  I could smell her juices.  She wasn’t that dry at all.  The pungent smell really got me going.  I had smelled my sis’s dirty underwear a few times, but it was great to get the aroma straight from the source.  I grabbed at my mom’s ass with gusto and pushed her towards my eager tongue.

I licked and licked.  Mom moved more into position, eventually squatting on the bed over my face.  She was a little heavy, and it was tough to breath, but I managed.  I used my hands to pushed her pelvis back and forth.  Tasting her juices.  I tried to lick her clit, but she seemed more interested in getting her opening wet.  I really wanted to lick at her asshole, but I was sure that Mom wouldn’t find that behavior acceptable.  So, I just took what I could get and stuck my tongue as deep inside her lower lips as I could.

It was a little strange, licking the same opening that I came out of all those years ago.  I tried to imagine my sister also coming out, her young pussy rubbing against the very flesh that I now tasted.

After a while, my mother pulled off of me and moved down my body.  She squatted over my dick and took it in her hands.  She held it up against her opening, rubbing the tip across the wet hair.  “The things I do for you kids”, she said, rolling her eyes a bit.  Then she sat down.  My cock slipped right into my mother’s cunt without much resistance.  She was pretty wet.  I guess that having two kids really opens you up.  Her twat was pretty floppy.  I had always heard that a tight pussy is better than a loose one, but let me tell you, loose was great.  My dick slipped in and out with easy.  I could feel the lips of her pussy sliding back and forth.  It was almost like getting a great blow job.  I felt mom’s juices running down my stomach.  She had gotten really wet in a hurry.

I looked up at my mom’s body.  She was on her knees, sitting on my dick.  Her hands were on my chest, and she was bouncing up and down slowly.  I could see her tits bouncing up and down freely in her nightgown.  The bottom of her gown was hiked up, and I could see the top of her pussy hair between my legs.

I lay back and tried to enjoy it.  I really wanted to cum, but I held back.  I wasn’t sure if mom would ever let me do this again, and I wanted to enjoy every minute if it.  It didn’t matter whose pussy it was, it was much better than my hand.  I didn’t want to blow my load too soon.  I closed my eyes and thought about my sister.  I imagined that it was her nightie that was hiked up.  That it was her tits that were bouncing up and down.  That it was her dirty blonde pubic hair that I could feel against my skin.  I reached up and felt my mother’s breasts.  They were nowhere as big as my sister’s, but they were still pretty firm.  And her nipples were hard as rocks.

“Well, are you going to do it or not?” my mom said.  “I don’t have all day.  You said that you needed to release some semen, so do it.  I have to finish the laundry.”  I opened my eyes.  Mom was still bouncing up and down slowly, but with a look of boredom in her eyes.  She was annoyed that she had to waste her time like this.  Mom is a very busy woman.

I guess that it was the sound of my mom’s voice telling me to blow my load that did it.  I began to pump harder and harder into my mother’s cunt.  I could feel the sperm start to move.  I tried to fantasize about my sister, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my other’s clit.  It was hard and long, and it stuck out through the hair.  I could see it throbbing almost.  I fixated on it, imagined sucking it, imagined my mom coming to a screaming orgasm as my tongue caressed her straining clit.  I wanted to make my mom cum, my own mom.

Then, it came out.  A gusher.  My spurted out load after load.  Filling my mother’s twat.  There was so much.  I hadn’t jerked off for a while, and so I had a lot stored up.  Plus, I was so turned on.  Squirt after squirt entered her.  She slowed her movements, but didn’t stop entirely.  That let me keep cumming even though the tip of my dick was so sensitive. 
After a few moments, I finished.  I was hoping for a few post orgasm hugs, but mom just slid off of me, my cock coming out of her with a pop.  She pulled her nightgown back down over her thighs and bent over to pick up the laundry.

“Now, I hope that you’ve learned your lesson young man.  I don’t want to hear about you spilling your seed into a nasty tissue anymore.  It is a vagina or nothing.  I won’t have you growing up a pervert.”

“But mom, what about when I can’t get a girl to do it for me?  I need it a lot, there is no way I can find a woman who wants so much sex.”

“Well, then, you’ll just have to come to me every time you can’t help yourself.  My vagina is always open to you.  Just come and get me and I’ll help you.  But no more masturbating.  I mean it.’

“But it’s not fair mom, my sister masturbates all the time.”

“She does?”

“Yeah, I’ve caught her plenty of times, she does it like ten times a day.  I wouldn’t be surprised if she even had her own vibrator.  How come it’s ok for her to do it.  Is it different for girls?”

“No, it certainly isn’t for girls.  Your sister is going to need to find a hard penis to get off on.  I won’t have her abusing herself under my roof.  In fact, I’m going to go have a talk to her right now.  We’ve got to come up with a solution to this”.

Mom stormed out the door towards my sister’s room.  The trap was set.  I would hopefully be inside my sister’s twat within a few hours, a day max.  My cock started to get hard with the thought.  I’d better call mom back in here after she done talking to sis.



Caught In The Act



Kim called me to see if we could get together, because her husband, Ken was out of town for the week. 

"Of course," I told her, "come right on over!"

"I will be there in about an hour, so I hope you are ready!" she said, with a teasing tone to her voice.

I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up for what promised to be a real good night!

About an hour and a half later, Kim showed up, looking sooo, sooo tasty! She had a red, low cut, silk top on, that showed just enough cleavage to make me start to salivate. I could see the outline of her pretty little pussy lips, in the crotch of her tight Levi's, a sight that always drove me crazy! And of course, as always, a pair of high heel straps on her red toenailed feet.

We turned on some tunes, sat down on the couch and had a couple of drinks and smoked a bowl. After sitting and shooting the shit for a while, having a good time, she reaches over and starts rubbing the inside of my thigh. Of course, this starts some swelling in the region between my legs. I reached over and started rubbing her left nipple through her silk top, feeling it harden at my touch, while I leaned in to get a nice wet kiss, from her luscious red lips. She worked her hand up to my now rock hard member, stroking it gently through my pants, as we twirled our tongues together, in a very passionate kiss. I reached down with the other hand to massage those hot pussy lips, over the top of her Levi's, feeling the heat that was emanating from her tight little hole. I broke the kiss and started nibbling my way down her neck, licking and kissing and sucking, her hot flesh. I could feel the moisture starting to seep through the crotch of her pants, from her steamy love pot, as I rubbed it, causing her to moan. 

I undid the buttons on her blouse, as I kissed my way down her chest, closer and closer to her beautiful tits. I slowly unzipped her pants, slipping a finger through the zipper hole, petting her perfectly groomed pubic hair.

"I love it when you do that!" she moaned.

"So do I, Baby, so do I!" I agreed.

While this was going on, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, reaching in, groping for my shaft. I moaned as her fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock, she pulled it out, releasing it from it's denim restraint. At this point I had her breasts, fully exposed, those incredible, hard nipples poked out at least a half an inch, just begging for me to suck on them, which of course, I did. She pulled my shirt off, over my head and started licking and sucking my nipples, as she rubbed one red fingernail hand all over my hairy chest, stroking my cock with the other. 

"I love it when you do that!" I whispered to her.

She worked her way down my chest, over my belly, licking and sucking, her tongue flicked in and out of my navel, as I put my hand down the back of her pants, running my middle finger down her butt crack. Then she got down on her knees and pulled off my shoes and pulled my pants down, just enough to give her good access to my iron hard prong. She licked the swollen head of my Dick, making me gasp, as a shot of pure pleasure ran through my body, like a bolt of lightning. She swirled her tongue around the head, just the way she knows that I like it, I sucked in air through my clenched teeth, the sensation almost more than I could take.

I stopped her, wanting to save my load for later and I got up, finished taking my pants off, so I could maneuver a little better. Then I pushed her down on the couch and pulled her Levi's off, exposing that sexy little honeypot. She spread her legs, so I could get my head down there to service her. I licked her hard little clit, which brought a gasp out of her red lips, she grabbed me by the hair, forcing my face into her steamy, hot, love pit. I licked and sucked her pussy lips, gently pulling on them with my teeth, her sweet clear liquid, flowing over my lips and teeth. Then I stuck my tongue as far up her crack as I could reach, swirling it around, making her scream with pleasure. She started bucking her hips up and down, as my tongue slithered all around in her wet cavern, feeling the muscles clenching and convulsing.

She cried out, "I'm going to cum, Oh God, I'm going to cum!"

I was relentless, attacking her clit with my tongue, pushing a finger up her wet hole, massaging the front wall of her love tunnel. I rubbed a spot right behind her clitoris, a spot that I have learned will bring her to a screaming, shuddering, squirting climax, every time. She couldn't hold back any longer, her whole body stiffening up, she threw her head back, screaming and groaning, as she flooded my mouth and hands with her nectar. Once her body relaxed, other than an occasional spasm, I gradually stopped licking and rubbing the inside of her sweet pussy. I moved up to kiss her, pausing to slurp on her heaving breasts, as she laid there catching her breath, panting like she had just run a mile. Just like always, doing this to her made me horny as hell! I reached down to guide my throbbing, pre-cum leaking cock, to her soaking wet quim. I rubbed the head of my prick up and down her slit, my pre-cum mixing with her juices, enjoying the feeling as well as the look on her face. I knew it wouldn't take long for her to demand me to stick it in and I was right.

She Said "I need you to fuck me! Now stick your big cock up my pussy, do it NOW!"

I just love to tease her, so I continued to slide my dick around the outside of her hole for a minute, as she bucked her hips up, trying to get it to go in. Finally, I let her have it, plunging it deep into her tight wetness with one quick motion, both of us groaning with pleasure. I laid there for a moment, with it buried to the hilt, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm, wet hole and then I started to slip it in and out, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed, until I was pounding into her, my nuts slapping her ass.

"I want to taste your cream this time, so let me suck it!" she told me.

So after a few more minutes of ramming my spear into her pussy, I pulled out and rolled over on my back, so she could finish me off. She got down on her knees and started licking the swollen head, jerking the shaft and massaging my cum filled balls with her soft, warm hands. My body started to tense up, my teeth clenched, the pleasure was so intense, as I felt my cum start to move up the shaft. She sucked my cock into her mouth, as I started to shoot my load.

All of a sudden, the music stopped, she let go of my spurting prick, my cum shooting into the air, some landing on her face, some on my belly and the couch. I looked at her, wondering why she had let go, because she usually slurped it all up and swallowed it down, she always said that she didn't like to waste it. She had a look on her face, like she had seen a ghost, the color had drained from her face, her jaw hanging open.

That's when I heard a voice, a loud voice, that said, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Startled, I looked around behind me to see my friend John, with a look of complete astonishment on his face, his jaw practically hitting the floor. As Kim hurriedly, grabbed her blouse to cover up, I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door and between the loud music and getting caught up in the moment, we hadn't heard him knock, nor did we hear him open the door and walk in. Talk about ruining the moment!

John once again said, "Tell me, what the fuck is going on here?" 

Kim stammered something unintelligible.

"Just how long has this been going on?" He demanded.

I said, "Hold on now, calm down and we'll talk about this rationally."

"I am rational, now tell me, how long you've been fucking my sister?"

I looked at Kim, while I wiped the cum off of my belly with my shirt, she had a look of terror in her eyes. Even though she was 4 years older than John, she was very worried that he was going to tell her husband about what he had just found out about us, because Ken and John were not only brothers, they were close friends.

Then she said very uneasily, "You're...you're not going to tell Ken...are you?"

"I'll decide, after you tell me the truth about what's going on here," he replied.

I started to say that it was my fault, that I was the one that seduced her and she eventually gave in, even though it was a total lie. She was the one that had first come over and she was the one that asked me to make love to her. I just figured, if he tells Ken that I seduced her, he might be more likely to forgive her, of course, he'd probably come over and end my life, but I hadn't thought that far ahead.

Before I could say much of anything, Kim interrupted, "Did you know that Ken has been fucking a woman at his work for the last 5 years?"

John had a shocked look on his face and he admitted that he had no idea, about Ken cheating on her.

He said, "How do you know that, are you sure?" 

She told him, "You know Jenny at his office?"

John nodded, "Yeah, I've talked to her a couple of times."

"She pulled me aside one day and told me about how he had been screwing that blond, Lisa and almost everyone in his office knew about it. She told me that all those business trips he was always taking, were actually trips to Lisa's apartment and all those nights he said he was working late, he was with her," She went on, "I actually caught him red handed with her in his office. I went over after hours one night, after seeing his car in the parking lot. I walked in to find her giving him a blowjob."

John said, with a sneer, "Just like you were doing when I walked in just now?"

She looked down at the floor and said, "I think that if he can cheat on me, then I have every right to cheat on him! He's damn lucky I didn't shoot his ass, like I felt like doing that night!"

"But, if you felt like you just had to cheat, why did you have to do it with my best friend?" he asked.

"I just didn't want to go out and find some stranger," then she looked at me lovingly, "I've always had a crush on Clint and I figured that if I were going to cheat, it might as well be with someone I cared about."

John shook his head, "I don't understand how you could do this to Ken, he deserves to know about this, don't you think?"

"Please, please, don't tell Ken! You know how he is, he would come over and start trouble, for sure!" She pleaded.

John looked at me and with his voice tinged with sarcasm, he said, "Well, I guess I wouldn't want him to shoot my best friend, even though, he probably deserves it!"

"Hey, wait a God damned minute!" I said, "I'm willing to bet that I treat her better than he does, besides, he's the one that's been cheating on her for years!"

He gave me a dirty look and shot back, "You both disgust me! I can't believe you would do something like this!"

That comment pissed me off, "Who the hell do you think you are, to pass judgment on us? It seems to me, that if you were so much better than us, you wouldn't keep staring at your own sister's naked body. You haven't taken your eyes off of her since you came in here and it doesn't look to me like you're too disgusted, after looking at her." I said as I pointed at the bulge that was growing in his pants. He looked instantly embarrassed, his cheeks turning bright red, then I continued, "It seems to me, that I remember you telling me for years, how you would sneak looks at her when she would take her showers, back when both of you used to live at home with your parents and how you would jack off, just thinking about how hot she was." It was Kim that turned red at that point. Then I said, "Besides, after what we did in Vegas, how could you judge what someone else has done?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I had said too much.

John's mouth dropped open and he looked absolutely horrified and said, "We both swore that we would NEVER tell anyone about that!"

Kim looked back and forth at each of us, with a questioning look on her pretty face, "What did you guy's do in Las Vegas?" she asked.

I could feel my face getting hot and knew it was as bright red as his. "Nothing." I replied, looking down at the floor, afraid to make eye contact with her.

John glared at me and said, "Go ahead asshole, you might as well tell her!"

I stammered, mumbling something that made no sense to anyone, including myself.

Kim started to laugh, her big blue eyes twinkling and she said, "Well, I guess it must have been something really embarrassing, for you both to look so guilty and ashamed! The look on both your faces is priceless!"

She was laughing so hard, she had dropped her shirt down to her lap, exposing her tits. I looked up at John and he was staring at his older sister's luscious melons, jiggling as she sat there, busting a gut, laughing at us. I looked down and saw that his dick had gotten quite hard, stretching down his left leg. This was something that did not escape Kim's attention. She said, "Well, well, well! It looks like little brother is a whole lot bigger than I thought he was!" 

John's face went a whole shade redder, I wasn't sure if it was caused by embarrassment or excitement.

"So, did you really beat-off after seeing me naked, when we were younger?" she asked, as she moved her shirt from her lap, spreading her sexy legs, completely exposing her wet little twat. I watched John's eyes open as wide as her legs! "Is this what you wanted to see? Is it this, that got you so excited, you had to jack off?"

Then he mumbled something, that I couldn't quite make out.

Kim said, "I'll make you a deal, if you can see fit to not tell Ken about me and Clint, I'll make it well worth your while." 

Now my dick was once again, hard as nails! This could be my fantasy cum true!

John stammered, "What....what do...do you mean by that?" an incredulous look on his face.

I would have to guess, that I had much the same look on my face, as I tried to figure out exactly what she meant by that comment.

She said, almost in a whisper, "Why don't you come over here and find out, little brother?"

He stood there, hesitating, his dick, straining against his pant leg, a small spot of moisture had formed on his pants, right at the end of his cock.

"Come on, come closer Johnny"

"Wha...what are you...you going to...to do?" he stammered.

"Get over here and you'll find out!"

He looked at me, with a stunned expression on his face that was quite comical. I just smiled, I had never seen him so flustered. Then he slowly started to walk the ten feet that separated him from his sister. He shuffled over to her, as she waited, sitting there naked on the couch. He stood there nervously, right in front of Kim, his crotch about even with her face, as she looked at the huge bulge in his pants, licking her lips. She reached up and felt his hard cock through the thin material, he gasped, obviously enjoying the moment.

"Yes, indeed! This is a whole lot bigger than the last time I saw it!" she purred, "How old were you, maybe twelve or thirteen?" He simply shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth, as if to say something, only to close it again, without saying a word. She unzipped his zipper, her hand disappeared into his pants, as she pulled his huge, throbbing shlong out. I just sat there, eyes riveted on the scene that was unfolding before me. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing! I couldn't count how many times I had jacked-off, while I fantasized about something like this happening. Kim held his engorged member in her hand, gasping at the shear size and weight of it. It was a good eight and a half inches long and big enough around, that she couldn't touch her fingers to her thumb.

At this point, John says, "I don't know if I feel right about this, Kim."

"It feels and looks like you do to me! Just look at the pre-cum dripping off of it and it's hard as a rock!" she exclaimed excitedly. He blushed deeply, once again, as she slowly stroked his shaft a couple of times, causing a low moan to escape from his lips. Then she stuck her tongue out and gently licked the underside of the swollen head, running her tongue up across his pee-hole, licking the pre-cum from the end of his prick, as he groaned with pleasure.

Suddenly, she turned to me and said, "You guys never told me about Las Vegas, tell me about it before I go any farther."

This snapped me out of the trancelike state I was in, bringing me back to reality with a jolt. It appeared to have the same effect on John, because he visibly jerked a little, hearing her words and then he turned to look at me with a questioning look. At that point, I realized that I had been unconsciously stroking my cock, which was so hard it was almost unbearable, pre-cum dripping from the head, down the shaft and all over my hand. I sat there and looked at my options. I could tell her what we had done a couple of years earlier, on our trip to Vegas, but I still wasn't sure what she would think of the two of us, especially me! I did know that one thing was for sure, I didn't want this to end without having some fun first. "Well, I'm waiting." Kim said, impatiently.

I thought about it, looked up at John again and shrugged my shoulders. From the look on John's face, I could tell that he was going through the same torturous thoughts and by the looks of it, he didn't want it to end either.

"Fuck it," I thought to myself, I figured, here she was, holding her own brother's cock, her saliva still drying on it's tip. I knew that she was quite a kinky woman, she should be able to deal with it. So, I decided to show her. I slid closer to her on the couch, gave her a quick kiss, then I reached up and grabbed his dick and turned my head and gave it a lick. He groaned, half from pleasure, half from embarrassment, she raised her eyebrows with a shocked look on her face.

"Are you trying to tell me, that you two..." her words trailed off, as she watched me take the head of his cock into my mouth. Her mouth hung open, as wide as mine, only hers was empty.

John said, almost shouting, "We're not gay!"

Kim totally cracked up at this point, giggling uncontrollably, as she fell back against the couch. I guess, it's kind of difficult to convince her we're not gay, when I've got the head of his dick in my mouth. I stopped, letting go of his monster cock and I turned and looked at her and as I stuck a finger into her wet little snatch I said, "Come on Baby, you don't really think that I'm gay, do you?"

She looked at me, grabbing hold of my iron hard cock and said, "Well, I guess you're not actually gay, but what do you call a guy that will do what you just did?"

I thought about it for a second and replied, "Horny!"

At that point, we all cracked up, the laughter breaking the tension and somehow, I knew everything would be all right. After a few minutes of giggling, Kim says, "So that's the deep, dark secret? You guy's had sex with each other, while you were in Las Vegas?"

"All we did was give each other a little head, it wasn't really sex!" John exclaimed.

"That's right, just ask Bill Clinton!" I added.

We all had another good laugh and then we told Kim the whole story, about how we wound up doing some "experimenting" after we shared a woman, on that fateful weekend.

I told her, "I don't consider a guy to be actually gay, if they have absolutely no feelings toward men in a romantic sense and if they just 'play around' a little with another guy, it's just that, playing around." I looked at her, trying to read the expression on her face. Then I continued, "To this day, I never look at guys and think about how hot they are, but women, will drive me absolutely crazy! It was purely a matter of circumstance and curiosity that we wound up doing what we did."

"That's how I feel about it," said John, "Guy's just don't turn me on, as far as wanting to kiss one or something."

Kim looked at us for a minute and said mischievously, "Well, I guess I can deal with it, so before you guys lose your boners, maybe we should have some fun!" 




Caught In The Act



He was on his way home from work when he got a strange feeling as if something big was about to happen. He got those feelings from time to time and, once in a while, they turned out to be prophetic. This would be one of those times.

Turning the corner at the end of his block, he saw a strange car in his driveway. 

Wondering if the car might be what his odd feeling was about, he thought: I wonder who that could be? The car looks familiar, but I can't remember whose it is. 

Stealthily, entering the house through the back door, he heard muffled voices coming from the other end of the house. Creeping down the hallway, he tried to make out what the voices were saying. They were unintelligible. Reaching the bedroom doorway, he found the door open. As he looked inside, he saw two gorgeous women on the bed. There were some scented candles burning on the night stands and soft music playing on the stereo. 

As he surveyed the scene, he understood why the voices he'd heard were unintelligible. They each had their face buried in the other's cunt. What made the scene even more bizarre was, one of the women was his wife, Dana. As usual, she looked beautiful in her nakedness. She lay on her side, with her face pillowed on the inside of the other woman's thigh, frantically licking and sucking on a lovely pussy with short red hair framing it. Her partner was in the same position on his wife's thigh devouring her, dark brown framed, cunt.

Wow! he thought. This is amazing. I've thought about seeing something like this for years. I've got to get in on this. Hey, I know that redhead, that's Tanya. She's always looked good to me, but never better than right now. This is my lucky day.

Dana's friend Tanya had come to visit from the coast. He'd known she was coming, but had forgotten. Watching the scene in progress, he became instantly hard. They didn't even notice him walking into the room. They were so far gone on their way to an orgasm, nothing mattered save their own need.

"What the hell is going on here?" he shouted.

It was as if he'd shocked them both with a cattle prod. They jumped and sat up in the bed, wide eyed and frightened. Tanya tried to cover her tits and cunt, but discovered it wasn't possible, with only two hands. Her tits were magnificent white mounds that jiggled as she shook with fright. Her red hair hung in waves around her face. Her body was every bit as fantastic as he'd imagined it.

"Oh, my God. Hank, what are you doing home so early?" Dana whined. "I'm so sorry. We just got carried away."

"Get up, you little slut," he ordered.

Jumping off the bed, she stood as if at attention. Knowing she was in more trouble than she'd ever been in her life, she didn't want to make it worse.

"I'd better go," Tanya said weakly.

"You aren't going anywhere 'til I tell you to," he said.

"I have to go. I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me," she begged.

"Oh, it's all right for you to lick my wife's cunt, but I'm not supposed to be offended?"

"No... it's not all right, but I don't know what to do."

"What would your husband think if he knew what you were up to?"

"Oh, God. Please don't tell him about this. He's so good and straight. He'd never understand. Please don't."

"You stay right where you are until I tell you otherwise, understand."

"Yes."

"Don't you mean, yes Sir?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Now, you little slut," he said glaring at Dana. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know what happened. I've never done this before, but it just happened. Please forgive me."

"Things like this don't just happen," he said sarcastically.

"No, Sir. I know; I've been very bad. I won't do it again."

"How will we make sure of that?" 

"I must be punished?"

"That's right. Go and get the paddle."

She went to the dresser, returning with his favorite ping pong paddle. She held it in her open hands and presented it to him.

He sat down on the settee and said, "Get in position."

She lay down on his knees with her hands on the floor on his left and her legs outstretched to his right. She spread them wide and only her toes touched the floor. Her ass was in perfect position for the spanking she knew was her fate.

"Tanya, get over here so you can see better," he ordered.

Leaping from the bed, she came around to his right, and stood where she had an unobstructed view of Dana's ass.

"Dana, you will get fifteen swats for this offense. You will count each one aloud. Don't lose count or we begin again."

"Oh, Sir. That's more than I've ever gotten before. Please, not so many."

"You've earned more this time than you ever have before. Don't forget to count," he said, delivering the first blow right in the center of her ass across both cheeks. 

The noise of the paddle striking her soft yielding flesh was reminiscent of a thunderclap. She screamed, "Oh... one."

The next five were in quick succession and he looked at Tanya as he delivered the sixth. Her gaze was fixed on Dana's ass, which had become fiery red. 

"What do you think of this, Tanya?" he asked. 

"You're hurting her."

"Of course I am. Spankings are supposed to hurt. That's how bad girls learn to be good girls. Keep watching, maybe you'll learn a few things yourself," he said, trying not to smile.

Slowing down the pace of the spanking, he calculated the location where each blow should land. The beautiful ass across his lap was becoming more beautiful by the second. He struck the underside of each cheek a couple of times to make certain that the red color encompassed both lovely globes evenly. They were now at number twelve and Dana had done a good job of maintaining her count. She was whimpering now and hoping to end it soon.

"Are you going to eat pussy again without permission?" he asked as he delivered the thirteenth blow at the junction of her ass cheeks and thighs. The edge of the paddle caught a little pussy this time.

"No, Sir. Thirteen, Sir," she shouted as her body went rigid from the unfamiliar pain in her cunt.

The next two were delivered to the center of each crimson cheek and Dana completed her count. Her body was still rigid and quivering. He looked over at Tanya and she was transfixed. Her hand had found her cunt and she was pinching her clit with her thumb and index finger as she watched the torrent of lubrication running from Dana's slit. Dana always reacted to her spankings with rivers of lubricant that wet the carpet at his feet. He could tell Tanya was amazed and bewildered.

"Tanya, get your hands off your cunt. You don't deserve to come. I'll tell you when you are allowed to come."

Her hand flew away from her cunt and she looked at him with terror in her eyes.

"Tanya, come over here, now," he commanded.

She went to him with obvious apprehension, not knowing what he had in mind.

"You like this pussy so much, I think you should feel it when it's really excited. Put your hand on it. Feel the slippery juices running out of it. It didn't respond to your mouth this way did it?"

"No, Sir," she said as she rubbed her hand all over Dana's blood engorged cunt. 

Her hand came away coated in Dana's essence. The smell of excited pussy filled the room. Dana was squirming on his lap and begging to come.

"Please, Sir. You punished me well and made me a good girl. Please make me come now."

"It's not time yet. We have some more things to take care of before you can be allowed your release. Get off my lap."

Standing up, she rubbed her sore bottom with both hands. She knew better than to touch her nasty little pussy. She didn't want more of the same: not just yet anyway.

"Tanya, it's your turn. Get over my knees."

"No way. You're not doing that to me, I'm getting out of here," she said starting for the door.

"OK, when you get home, I'm sure your husband will have some questions for you."

She stopped cold. It was as if he'd kicked her in the gut. She knew that her husband wouldn't understand and would, no doubt, throw her out. She meekly turned and lay down on his lap in the same position Dana had so recently occupied. 

"What do you need, Tanya?" he asked. She needed to ask for it. Then it was her choice.

"I... need to be a good girl again," she replied meekly.

"How can we make that so?"

"Spank me."

"Is that what you really want?"

"Yes, Sir. Please spank me."

"Since this is your first time, we'll only make it five swats."

"Thank you, Sir."

He slammed the paddle down right across her crack, rocking her forward so forcefully, she almost fell off his lap. 

"Jesus Christ, that hurts," she cried.

"Jesus can't help you here. You're forgetting to count. We'll start again."

He struck the same place. This time she cried out, "One."

He took his time since there would only be five swats. In between each one, he rubbed the paddle over the area he had just struck. Abrading her ass with the rough texture of the paddle's surface would help redden it.

"Yes, spank her hard. Make her be a good girl," Dana said, obviously excited by her friends spanking.

"Are you going to come to my house and lick my wife's naughty little cunt without my permission again?" he asked Tanya as he delivered the fifth official, but actually the sixth, swat. 

"No, Sir. Five," she said, obviously relieved that it was over.

She started to get off his lap and he swatted her again.

"Don't move until you are told to."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, Dana, get on your knees between Tanya's legs."

Dana assumed her assigned position as he reached down to feel Tanya's cunt. It was very wet although not as wet as Dana's when she is spanked. Tanya may not have enjoyed it to the degree Dana did, but she was excited at being spanked. He put two fingers in Tanya's cunt and twirled them around inside. She moved her ass back to greet his fingers. He fucked her with his fingers. Her lovely tits were hanging on his left, against his leg, and he stroked the side of her left tit with his left hand. She moaned as he pinched her nipple. Looking at Dana, he could see that her excitement hadn't abated at all. If anything she was becoming more excited than ever. Licking her lips, she gazed intently at Tanya's little red slit and the wetness that oozed around his fingers.

He took his fingers from Tanya's pussy and held them to Dana's mouth. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out involuntarily. He pushed his fingers into Dana's mouth and she sucked them clean, moaning all the while. Now, Tanya moved her clit against his leg, trying to come.

Putting his hand on the back of Dana's head, he drew her head slowly toward Tanya's ass. 

"Is this what you wanted? Do you want to lick this nasty little red cunt?" he said as he pushed her mouth to within a millimeter of contact with Tanya's dripping slit.

"Yes, Sir, but only if it pleases you."

"Yes, you may lick it now. Make it come for me."

Needing no more encouragement, she licked all the way from Tanya's clit to the sensitive little area between her rectum and cunt. Then she buried her face in that gorgeous hole and licked for all she was worth. Her face was glistening with Tanya's juices when she came up for air. Breathing was difficult in this position. In order to lick Tanya's clit, Dana had to put her nose inside Tanya's slit. Handling it like a pro, she held her breath as long as possible before breaking contact to breath. 

Tanya was losing it now. She quivered, coming dangerously close to orgasm. 

"Don't you come until I tell you to," he said.

"Please, let me come. I can't hold off much longer," she begged.

She groaned and pushed her cunt back against Dana's face and said, "Lick it. Lick my clit, you little slut. Yes, you're going to make me come. Please, Sir. Let me come."

"Now, you may come," he said. "Dana, make her come."

Dana redoubled her efforts and Tanya went into convulsions. Her body went rigid on his lap and then she shook uncontrollably as she uttered a string of gibberish. Her thighs clamped down on Dana's head to hold her tongue on her clit. Dana kept licking all through it. 

As Tanya regained some of her composure, she was able to speak.

"Oh, my God. Sir, I have never had such an orgasm in my life. Thank you and thank you too, Dana."

"I'm sure you two sluts are aware of how this will proceed henceforth, but just in case you don't understand, I'll spell it out for you. I have no problem with your enjoyment of each other, but it will only be allowed when and where I say. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," they replied in unison.

"All right then, Tanya, lie on the bed. Dana, get on all fours with your face over her cunt and your cunt over her face."

They both grinned, as they took their positions, anticipating their original desires were about to be realized. They would, with a few modifications.

As they watched him anxiously, he removed his clothing and freed his raging erection. Getting on the bed behind Dana, he allowed his balls to rest on Tanya's lips. Neither girl moved a muscle. He backed up a little and told Tanya to open her mouth so he could fuck it. She tilted her head back and opened her throat to him. He slowly pushed his cock down her throat. She took it all with little, puppy-like, whimpers. He stroked in and out of her throat, then pulled out and inserted himself into Dana's cunt. Her juices were dripping out of her hole and onto Tanya's face below. His cock slipped in easily and he began to fuck her slowly. She rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts.

"Tanya, lick my balls," he demanded.

Tanya stretched her neck up and extended her tongue so she was licking his nuts as they passed over her face with each stroke into Dana's pussy.

"Dana, lick Tanya's cunt."

Tanya moaned as Dana complied.

"Tanya, alternate between licking my balls and Dana's clit."

He could tell she was doing a good job of licking Dana, as Dana cried out.

"Oh, Sir. Fuck me harder and make Tanya keep licking me. I want to come. I need to come. Please," Dana pleaded.

Granting her request, he told Tanya to continue as she was, and rammed his cock into Dana as hard and fast as he could. She tightened up her entire body as the tension built. She pushed back at his cock on every stroke with ever increasing intensity. It was difficult for Tanya to keep licking them, but she made a valiant, and mostly successful, effort.

Dana was shouting through gritted teeth, that she was going to come. She begged him to allow it.

He kept ramming her cunt with all the force he could muster.

"Come for me little slut. You've earned it, now," he told her.

"Yes. Thank you," she hissed, as her spasms overwhelmed her. 

She shook, screamed and suddenly went rigid when her orgasm took her to her special place. He knew that it would be several minutes before she was back with them again. Pulling his cock out of her cunt, he slipped it into her ass. In the throes of her orgasm, her sphincter had relaxed and he was in to the hilt on the first try. She gasped and began rocking toward him again. He fucked her ass as hard as he could.

Feeling the ever tightening grip of his own orgasm building in his gut, he fucked her ass and slapped it on every stroke. Somehow, being fucked in the ass, and spanked again, triggered another orgasm in Dana. Her ass tightened up and squeezed his cock like a fist. Grabbing two handfuls of her hair, he shoved his cock into her ass up to his balls and his spasms began. His cock twitched inside her dark tunnel and the flood was unleashed. Shooting spurt after spurt of hot semen, he pushed Dana forward where she fell onto Tanya's legs. Emptying his cock on Tanya's face and tits, he saw her smile as she licked up all that landed in range of her tongue.

After he got his breathing regulated again, they lay in bed together with one on either side of him while he laid down the law. From now on, he had two sluts to use for his pleasure. Tanya would go along now, if only to keep her husband from discovering her slutty behavior. He anticipated many happy hours of fun with these two playthings at his disposal.

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Caught in the Act



She carefully used the plastic oblong to squeeze the spring lock open, and then used the lock-release gun to disable the deadbolt. She was in. She entered the long narrow hallway swiftly yet stealthily, with no noise, no movement of air even. She was getting better and better. Ever so quietly and gently she returned the door to its closed position. She turned and leant her back against the door, allowed her eyes to adjust to the gloom, accommodation, that was the name of the process she'd read. She read a lot, so as to know everything connected with her hobby, however obscure. She waited, listening to the house moving and settling. Her breath came in light pants now, the excitement was building. 

She was dressed head to foot in black, with a black ski mask over her face, she didn't really like its constriction and the obscuring of her vision, but it was all part of the costume. Few burglars however would attack their targets wearing her choice of undergarments. She'd thought of sports bra and shorts, but they were so unsexy. Her choice was a lacy black silk high cut thong that left no panty line on her black combat pants. The bra was of the same material, designed to push her pert small breasts up and out. She felt the waves of emotion building now; she would have to get on while her legs still worked. This was real excitement. That thrill of illegality. That chance of detection and even capture. But she'd watched this house carefully; she knew no-one was home. The guy who lived here was a rugged sort, not handsome, not ugly. Attractive in a primeval animal way. She chose his house for that reason, his looks alone. She had no idea if he had anything of worth. She just wanted to see inside his house, how he lived, how he spent his private hours. He seemed to be away much of the time, probably away on business, or maybe he worked odd hours. Anyway time to seek a few more thrills. It wasn't enough just to enter the house, she had to explore. The thought of going into each room and learning about this guy had her wet already. She fought the constriction in her throat, the tightness in her chest, the pounding of her heart against the flimsy material of the bra. 

She moved along the corridor, satisfied that the house was still, that no other living thing stirred. She pushed open a door on her left. Carefully she took out her pencil torch and cupped the beam. The curtains in the room were partially closed, so she would have to take extra special care to not be spotted from outside. Though at three in the morning passers-by were unlikely. The tension within her mounted, taking more chances always did that, she left the curtains ajar. She slowly quartered the room, nice widescreen television, DVD, Video, Satellite box, surround sound system. He had the lot obviously loved movies and music, with this level of equipment he must spend a lot of time watching and listening, no point in spending this amount of money otherwise, unless he was a poser. But she'd seen no-one else come to the house while she'd watched. 

So yes, a lonely guy who spent time alone with his movies and music. The rest of the room had good quality furniture that was sparsely arranged. What caught her eye was the large leather recliner. Bet that would be good to stretch out on she mused, feeling her stomach doing flips. Yeah stretched out there beside a man, there was enough room for two, and enough room to do, whatever. God she was hot now, have to move on. So she forced herself to move, back out into the hallway turned right a little way to a door on the left, dining room. Large table, four chairs and two carvers at each end. Well that was a surprise, did he entertain? It was an entertaining kind of room. There were a number of good quality art prints on the walls, Monet, Dali, and Lautrec. Very eclectic mix, anywhere else they wouldn't go together but here they seemed to work. And OH! Over the head of the table a large Hieronymus Bosch. It should have looked really out of place. 

But it didn't, even with its fantastical horrific depictions. Bosch was one of her favourites too, this had been given pride of place, and all the guests at the table would be able to see it as they ate. But did this guy ever have guests, and if he did those of gentler disposition may not return after having a meal in the shadow of that picture. She moved on, down the hall to the kitchen. This guy really liked to cook. Four burner double oven cooker with a griddle plate. Copper pans hanging from an airer, top class knives in two blocks, two woks and two bamboo steamers. Belfast sink, marble worktops, yes they were marble, she felt the cool smooth stone as she trailed her now unclad fingers along the surface. Must remember to wipe that down. She rarely took anything from her targets, it was the invasion of their privacy that excited her. Sometimes a small trinket would be pocketed, if she'd had a particularly good time.

Now up the stairs. This was when the excitement really built, not just because of the promise of the bedroom above, but because she was further from her escape route, the chance of being caught heightened her emotion. First room at the top of the stairs, the bathroom, functional bath, shower above, wash hand basin, toilet. Nothing out of the ordinary. Men's things, nothing feminine. Out of there quickly into the next room. Small, very, very dark. Thick heavy blinds on the single window. She panned the light around, oh wow, what a room. Ceiling to floor shelves along two adjacent walls, filled with book upon book. She skimmed over the titles, seeing a pattern, fiction on one wall non-fiction on the other. This closer to the workstation. Huge monitor for the IBM clone PC, Canon printer, scanner graphics tablet, excellent speaker, fax machine, joystick, games pad, huge digital camera. Shelves above the workstation holding hundreds of cd-roms, games, utilities, allsorts. This guy just had it all. File cabinet too, wonder if it's open. She gently drew the top drawer towards her, it slid easily and quietly open. She checked one of the files inside. Stories, they seemed to be stories. She scanned a few of these titles. One grabbed her attention, "Caught in the Act." She read a few lines, then with a gasp a few more. The story seemed to be about a guy catching a female burglar and how he "punished" her intrusion to his home. Wow she was soaking wet now and just a little worried. He wasn't here, she was definitely, one hundred percent sure. But deep inside she kind of wished she wasn't. Time to move on, next room seemed to be a spare bedroom. Nothing personal about it, just a bed, bedside table and a couple of chairs. She moved across the landing to what she was sure was his bedroom. The only room left to explore. Yes this was his room. King size bed, full length mirrored wardrobe along one wall. TV on a wall bracket, with another DVD and VHS. He liked his comforts. She moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Out of the corner of her eye something seemed to move, startled her. One of the wardrobe doors was open a crack. Had it been open like that when she came in, she couldn't recall. She usually had a rummage through her targets clothes but now she was wary. For the first time she felt really scared, but her body and her libido were now running riot. She felt her knees go weak. She had to go to the wardrobe, just to be sure, just to fulfil her purpose. She went to the opposite end, away from the open door. She slid the door gently along and peeked inside. There were shelves behind the door, holding a collection of polo shirts, boxer shorts and a box on the bottom shelf with socks in pairs, all very neat very organised, a bit anal?

She pushed that door back into place and went on to the middle of the three doors. Suits, coats, dress shirts, trousers, jeans all on hangers. Hm, yes very neat and organised, unlike her wardrobe, which consisted mainly of the floor and chair. She glanced nervously to her right. Towards the slightly open wardrobe door and to her escape. Should she just flee now? This place was beginning to seriously spook her. If he was there, hiding. Would he be violent. Would he immediately overpower her then call the cops. She was paralysed. Then she felt herself slowly move to the sliding door. It was like a dream. She felt outside her body as she stood in front of it, then slowly ever so slowly began to slide it to her left.

"You're caught you bastard!"

She stood transfixed, unable to move, to talk, to think. All she could see in the glow of the torch was the rugged features, yes very rugged. He was grinning straight at her. The grin unnerved her further and she turned to run. But he caught her by the shoulder and the ski mask. His momentum behind her caused her to stumble and they fell together, he on her back and the ski mask sliding off her head as he tugged. Her mid length hair tumbled down and she heard him gasp as they landed. He sat astride her back, moving quickly, far quicker than she had expected. She was pinned unable to escape, unable to struggle even, though that was as much to do with the shock of capture. She tried to take it all in, tried to make sense of the situation, had he seemed angry, frightened, no he'd almost whispered when he appeared, his tone almost mocking.

He sat astride her back, still not sure if it was a her. The girl he'd spotted watching his house may have been doing it for a male colleague. But he knew his house was being cased. He hoped it was a girl, a woman. His fantasy/story would really come to life if that was the case. He could feel his libido stirring. Better turn the burglar over and make sure. The body felt slight beneath him, completely under his control. But he was wary. He didn't relish the idea of his captive putting up a struggle. He wasn't overly enamoured of pain and his knees already ached where he'd crashed into the floor.

He placed his hands roughly on the shoulders. 

"Come on you turn over"

He wrenched her around, never lessening the grip of his thighs to the sides of her body. Then they were looking at each other. The torch had fallen facing them and there was just enough light for them to vaguely see each other. 

"So you are female then" he whispered. "That's good."

She finally found her voice.

"Why's that good?"

"Because I like being right and I reckon I'm not going to get killed this morning."

He slowly eased from on top of her.

"Don't try to run."

He stood up then and moved to the bedroom door and switched on the overhead light. She remained lying on the floor, only moving her head slightly to keep him in sight. 

"Stand up."

She did as she was commanded.

"Turn around," another barked command.

She turned to face him, that same grin played on his face. He looked her up and down, he was shorter than her, more solid, more squat. She was tall and lithe, especially encased in black. 

"So what should we do? Should we call the police? Tell them I've caught a thieving little minx?"

"I'm not really a thief, I don't take things."

"No? What do you do then? Just break into peoples homes for fun and then leave?"

"Well yes. I know it's hard to believe but I just do it for the thrill. It's the being able to do it that I like."

"Oh invading peoples' homes is your thrill is it?"

"Yes, I don't expect you to understand, I don't do any harm, no-one really knows I've been in their houses, please don't call the cops."

"Well we'll have to think of some punishment for you. Can't have you breaking into my house and getting away Scot free, can we?"

"What do you mean?"

"No more questions. If you don't want to be arrested or hurt then you'll have to do exactly as I say, exactly without question."

She stared at him now, what did he have in mind. Her earlier fear was dissipating, she was becoming more calm, yet her stomach was still doing flips, her nipples were erect and she could feel a hot moistness at her centre. What was he going to do?

He stared back at her. She was very beautiful. This was amazing. His secret fantasy coming true right here, right now. He couldn't have planned this, it was just too perfect. He felt the swelling in his jeans tighten further. All the time he had been hiding in the wardrobe he'd been praying it was a female burglar. Now he had her. He moved towards her, walked around her, running his fingers through her hair as he went. He felt her tremble, could it be, did she find this as much a turn on as him? He kept moving around her, touching her shoulders then her waist then her hip. Stroking gently,

never going near those important areas.

She shivered and trembled. What was he going to do? She was still worried that he may beat the shit out of her, but she was sure he wouldn't turn her into the police. God she was so horny, this was such a turn on. This was much more extreme than just breaking in. Getting caught was a real thrill and this guy seemed to have some ideas on the subject. He ran his knuckle down her spine to just above her bottom, she writhed and moaned. She was getting hotter and dizzier. This was unbelievable, was he really going to take her, that way? She couldn't wait, her impatience for full sexual contact was driving her crazy. She squirmed again as his hand brushed her buttock, oh please do it do it.

"Take your top off," he hissed at her ear. "Do it slowly."

She did as he ordered slipping the sweatshirt up and over her head in what she hoped was a languid fashion though she was shaking like a leaf. She brought her arms down to cover her breasts suddenly self conscious. 

"Put your arms down please, you're not really shy, are you?"

She brought her arms to her sides and faced him chin up defiantly. Well with as much a show of defiance as she could muster. She was sopping wet now, aching for him to touch her properly, to run his hands all over her body. 

"Very nice, very nice." Was his whispered comment.

"Now the trousers."

She undid the stud and slowly allowed the trousers to fall to her ankles. He knelt before her suddenly. Oh, what was he doing? Slowly deliberately he loosened the laces of her high top trainers and removed them and the black sports socks, tenderly raising each foot one after the other. Unbidden she stepped out of her trousers. He was behind her now. She could feel his eyes burning into her exposed buttocks. She felt herself redden, all over. She heard his breathing coming quicker now little gasps and sighs. Yes he was as turned on as her. She was beginning to relax again. This was going to be alright, in fact this might just be fantastic.

He gazed at her body, hungrily. The thong was a greater delight than the bra. What a great ass, god she is lovely he mused. Where to take this now. He was eager to get moving but he contained himself. Slowly was better, sexier. Yes she was hot for him now, he could do what ever he wanted. He reached forward and unclipped the bra. He slowly pulled the straps from her shoulders and slipped it down in front of her freeing the little tight breasts that he could just see over her shoulder. He let the bra drop to the floor and moved round in front of her stroking her body as he went. She squirmed and trembled again. He again knelt down in front of her but this time as he went he ran his tongue from just below her breasts to the top of the thong. He looked up and could see a sheen of perspiration on her top lip and more between her breasts, her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, she writhed and moaned as he licked her again. He hooked his thumbs into the thong and slowly pulled it down looking up into her now open eyes so as not to gaze upon her sex until all was laid bare. 

"Ah, neatly shaved, very considerate for the man who likes to lick and nip."

She shuddered now. Almost ready to explode completely. Oh yes please, oh yes please, do it do it do it. No words passed her lips, she was beyond speech. 

"Go to the bed and lie down."

She obeyed immediately, lying down on her back to watch him.

He peeled off his tee-shirt, shoes, socks and jeans. Slowly but with an inherent urgency. He was champing at the bit. This delighted her, she was really having an effect on him. Then he removed his shorts. Oh wow, she thought neatly shaved for the woman who likes to suck and bite. And he was definitely aroused. His cock was standing erect and hard and glistening and oh she so wanted it inside her. 

He stood naked looking down on her. Now it was time to start touching. But where to start? There was so much to explore. Long legs, nice pert tits, great bum and her face and lips were just so kissable too. Was this really happening? Was he really naked before this naked goddess? He moved to the bedside. Gently he ran his fingers up and down her legs, first the outside, then the inside. He stroked her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her lips. She tried to lick and nibble his fingers but he pulled away.

"Turn over."

She rolled over wondering again what would happen next. She wasn't disappointed. He kissed and nibbled the back of her neck then worked his way down her spine. Paying particular attention to the vee at the top of her bottom where the spine curls in to the coccyx. She was squirming, writhing and moaning all the time now. Praying for more. He continued kissing and nibbling down her right leg, again he paused, this time behind her knee, this was wild. How could that be so good? But it was, and the other leg was treated to the same delight. 

"Roll over again."

He now nibbled and kissed and licked the front of her body. Up her sides, down her front. He didn't touch her breasts and stayed above her delta. He didn't kiss her lips either and she was aching for him to come closer to her she so wanted to reciprocate, but he was in charge. She felt that now, he was in total control and she loved it. Then he slowly approached her right breast running his tongue in ever decreasing circles till it flicked her nipple which became even more erect, were that possible. His mouth closed over the nipple and he sucked then closed his teeth around it and nipped. Now she screamed out loud. Nothing coherent. Just the cry of an animal, an animal in great need. He kissed her on the lips now. Wrapping his arms around her back and holding her tightly. She grabbed him and held on tight too, kissing him furiously. Almost as quickly he broke away and went down her body again. Down to her inner thigh then up slowly, slowly till he reached her mound. He nipped and licked and kissed his way straight to her clitoris. She was panting wildly now.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Came with every gasp 

He licked and bit and sucked her clitoris and as he did her body went into turmoil. She bucked and shuddered and screamed as she came in a raging torrent, wave upon wave of orgasmic shocks coursed through her body. She thought that now he would penetrate her and get to the real meat. But no he continued sucking and nibbling, now using his fingers to stroke and tease around her soaking hole. She was going absolutely crazy.

He was conscious that he didn't want to hurt her as he nibbled and licked and kissed her body. She smelled great, tasted great. Her skin was smooth as silk. No blemishes anywhere. When he finally reached her clit she was throwing herself around like a berserk. This was beyond his fantasy, this was real this was fantastic this was mind blowing. He kept on nibbling, nuzzling and licking, feeling her getting wilder and wilder beneath him. Suddenly she grabbed his hair with both hands catching his ears as well. She dragged him up right in front of her face.

"For God's sake! Will you please fuck me now!" 

Then she kissed him hard on the mouth squirming her hips and thighs trying desperately to ensnare his cock and clamp it inside her.

"Okay, okay." He said gently calming her slightly.

He eased his body into position. His hands slid under her bottom, clutching the buttocks and slightly raising her from the bed. He entered her slowly. Pushing very gently into her. Feeling her urgency beneath him. She let out a long gasp. Then he began to move, slowly at first then faster, building up his pace. She moved with him clawing at his back as he began to thrust now. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. They pounded away together for what seemed like eternity. And when the explosion came they both screamed out as lights flashed before their eyes. He felt that his cock itself had exploded bursting apart in a volcanic ejaculation. She for her part felt him cum within her like a rocket to the moon as she became one with the universe, she felt so small within this powerful infinite pleasure. 




Caught In the Act



Why is it that just when everything starts to look good, it all goes to shit? It happened to me just the other day. Everything was great, my boyfriend asked me to marry him after five-and-a-half years of dating, and I even had a ring. It was a beautiful ring that I know cost him at least two paychecks … but, hey, it’s worth it, isn’t it? That’s what I thought until I came home one night and found him fucking some chick. I had the best day, too. I got to work and my boss calls me into his office and tells me he’s giving me a promotion starting that day. So, I got off two hours earlier. I guess when you plan cheating; you don’t plan on your fiancé getting off two hours early, do you? In fact, I was so ecstatic about my new job and my new fiancé that I pulled off the 1K black diamond-and-silver-ring and chucked it at this girl in my bed. I didn’t really see much more than her tits and her pussy, but I honestly didn’t care. She had nice tits, I later found out, but I was too pissed at seeing the love of my life naked and in my bed with some chick that wasn’t me to care.

I walked back into our room about an hour later, after I’d run to my ’98 silver Corvette and drove around town for a while. He was gone, so was she, yet our bed was still crumpled up… and there was my ring, on my rumpled pillow. I picked it up and started to cry. Under the bed, I kept a suitcase for trips and such, so I pulled it out and put some pants and shirts, skirts, clothes in general in it. Closing it, I looked around the room … I figured I couldn’t really just up and leave, that’s not a cool thing to do, especially not to a guy I’m completely in love with. So I grabbed a piece of paper, probably a letter from that slut, and started writing him a note in black eyeliner since I didn’t have a pencil. Just as I was getting ready to sign it, tears began dripping from the corners of my eyes and smearing the words I’d worked so hard to get out. Standing, I looked around for more paper, just as I heard the door open and shut. I sat on the bed and started crying.

He just stood in the doorframe for a minute, taking it all in. He took a deep breath and sat near me on the edge of the bed. He put his arm around my shoulder, and it hurt so much that I wanted to cry harder and shrug his arm off. But I didn’t. When I finally stopped crying, he looked at me as if he, too, would break down.

“Baby,” he said, “I’m so sorry … I don’t know … no, never mind. Fuck it. Nothing I can say will ever change what I did or make it better. But I love you. And I really don’t want you to leave me. Whatever I can do to try and make it up to you …. I will.”

I stared for a moment, wanting nothing more than to rip his fucking throat out and paint fucking forests with it. But I didn’t, I held in that urge and used it for better things.

I got up and pushed him back on the bed. I undid his belt, he looked at me like a scared child, wondering what I was going to do. Using the belt on our metal barred headboard, I tied him up. I ripped off his Riddle Box shirt, giving the impression that I’d replace it. I licked his nipples, then bit them. I bit them hard until I drew blood and he moaned. I licked my way down his stomach to his pants line, then I ripped them open, the button flying. The zipper started to get stuck as I jerked it down.

“Oh, no, you don’t…” the only words I said.

I dragged his pants off his legs and then went up for his boxers. His clothes were in tatters or thrown carelessly on the floor, and he was bound naked, save his socks, to the bed. So I got up and walked away.

“BABY! What the fuck????” he screamed after my retreating form. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife. ‘This should be fun…’ I thought to myself.

Walking back into the room with the knife behind my back, menacing grin on my face, he started to get scared. I sat on his chest, my pussy juices trickling from under my soaked thong onto him. He looked up at me, I pulled the knife out.

“Listen,” I said, “I love you, baby, but there’s something I want to try … so if you get scared or you start hurting … know that I don’t care. I’m physically inflicting what you emotionally inflicted on me… alright?” He nodded. I slapped him. I put the knife’s sharp blade right above his ear and lightly scratched it down to his neck, where I pushed a little harder across his neck. He jumped, I laughed. I pulled it down the middle of his chest, a little harder this time. As I got around his naval, I was pushing pretty damn hard and had begun drawing blood. I think he screamed, I was too caught up in my rampage to care or even notice. The blade of the knife found it’s way back up his chest and onto his shoulder, down his arm. Here, I cut a long, thin line into his skin. He arched his back and moaned. I grinned and licked at the warm liquid flowing from his veins.

I pulled off my shirt and looked at him, I saw that primal hunger in his eyes and his dick getting hard. I pulled my bra off and he strained to reach my breasts, I backed away. I got off the bed and, making sure he could see me, slowly took off my skirt. Now I was standing in nothing but 6” heels, fishnet thigh-highs, garters, and a black fishnet thong. I could see it in his face that he liked it. So I sat down on his chest again and began teasing him. I pinched my nipples. Then, licking my finger, I slid my middle finder down the middle of my chest, shivering as I did so. My finger made a trail of saliva down my stomach to the line of my thong, where it ducked beneath the elastic band. It dipped down into the slit of my pussy. I pulled it up and stuck my wet finger in his mouth. He licked it clean and struggled against the restraints. I knew what he wanted.

I stood up above him, my feet on either side of his chest, and pulled my thong down my thighs, my knees, my ankles, and threw it across the room. Moving down to his feet, I kneeled between his legs.

“Want some, love?” I asked, teasing.

“Oh … g..god yes!” he breathed.

I crawled up between his legs, teasing his hard dick with my tongue, then licked a line up his chest. I kissed his neck, then sat on his face. He licked my clit until orgasm wracked my body into involuntary shakes and moans. I smiled, then looked down to see him smiling, too. I nibbled his ear a bit, kissing his neck, and I untied him. He flipped me onto my back and kissed down my left leg. He unbuckled my heel and began slowly taking it off. He kissed my foot. Then, his tongue made a trail back up my leg. He kissed my inner thigh, I moaned. He moved to the other leg, taking my shoe off as he had the first. He licked a line up my leg, biting my inner thigh this time. I moaned louder as his tongue found it’s way into my pussy lips once more. His fingers soon found their way up my pussy hole, and he began to lick and stroke at the same time. Soon, his fingers found a pattern of their own and I was thrust into screaming, shaking orgasm once more. His name found and left my lips as he licked a trail up my stomach, kissing, sucking, and biting my nipples. The blood from his arm was still fresh, and he drew lines on my body with it. I shivered. He kissed me hard on the mouth, the taste of my juices flowing from his mouth into mine.

Oh, I wanted him bad now. He started playing with my breasts and I moaned. He pushed up on his hands and spred my legs. I could feel the head of his dick entering me. I moaned again, the pleasure of it all too great. He thrust and I began meeting his thrusts eagerly, moaning, whispering his name. All at once, like a blinding flash, I felt myself being lifted into the subspace of an orgasm once again, too soon. At the same time, so did he … my name left his lips this time, and I felt his warm cum jetting into me. I moaned again and arched my back. He kept pumping into me until I thought the orgasm would hurt if he kept going.

“FUCK!” I screamed. He pulled out and lay beside me.

“So … does that mean you forgive me?” he asked tentatively.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I think I’d like to meet that slut.. I mean, woman.”

“That can be arranged. When?”

“Now.”

He got up to call her. I have to admit, I really didn’t think meeting her in garters and thigh-high stocking was appropriate. I walked over to my closet, and pulled out a black silk teddy and put it on. I also strapped my heels back on and went to where our phone was.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes.” He told me. “Do you want me to put some clothes on? Shouldn’t you?”

“No.” I said.

She showed up 5 minutes later, exactly on time. She was wearing a short black skirt and a tight red top with pothole fishnets and black knee-high boots. Her name was Brenda.

“Uh, babe… what’s … who’s this?” She asked. Brenda the smart one. She was a leggy redhead… ok, so she was fucking hot, big deal?

“This is my fiancé.”

“Oh, that bitch.” She answered. I glared.

“Yeah, hi. Anyway, I think the three of us should talk…” and I was cut short because Brenda decided to pick just then to kiss me. She kissed my lips and then my neck, her hands finding my bare ass and squeezing.

“Kind of sexy,” Brenda said.

Brenda and I walked into the living room to talk on the couch. Eks followed and sat on a chair. I crossed my legs. So did Brenda. We discussed the situation with Eks, him having lied to us both. Hiding this from me and telling her he and I were through. Out of nowhere, I got up and sat on her lap. I caressed her over her shirt. I kissed her passionately, using tongue. Just then, her pager went off. She was a nurse, it was a call from the hospital… she’d have to come back later. I told her I’d look forward to it, and she left, like the blood from Eks’s veins earlier. I grinned at the thought. Oh the things I could do ...



Caught in the Act



I wrote a short story a week or two ago, and the feedback response surprised me. I suppose I should have answered them all, but I simply am not ready for that yet, it is too soon to think of trying to find a mate.

I will, when the time is right, but now I am still trying to get used to this lonely house. I can almost hear Ted's fine strong voice, strumming his guitar, singing a song he wrote.

"I sit in my chair, my lonely room, I sip my bitter cold tea. I look around, there's no one here, I need someone here with me.."

My late Husband, Ted, used the name "Magichands" in his writings for this site. He was a prolific author, he did mild erotic, science fiction, politics, you name it. He also wrote for several local publications.

As I went through his piles of work, some dating back 40 years, I have to admit even I was surprised at the volumes of work that came out of that man's mind.

Quite simply, it will take me years to read it all and sort it out. Oddly, he sold very little of it, it seems that he wrote for himself.

But like I said, the feedback did surprise me. With the exception of just one, all were positive, and even the one who critiqued my work was gentle about it.

I am a Doctor, and never did consider myself as having any writing ability. But Ted always encouraged me, I think telling stories was his second love. I do know teaching at the Massage Therapy school was his first love, besides me, of course.

Today is Thanksgiving day, it will be the first one I spend by myself. I had invitations, I turned them down, somehow I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. Later today, I am going to go out and start Ted's Corvette, and take it for a drive. I have never driven it. I went out and looked at it yesterday, there on the seat was a letter. It had full instructions of what not to do when driving it. It was signed, "Be careful, I love you!".

Just like that man, taking care of me to the end. For only the 2nd time, I sat down and cried when I read that.

Let me tell you a bit about myself, and then I shall move on to a recent experience.

My name is Lee, like I said, I am a Doctor. I am 50 years old now, and still in good enough shape to catch a man's eye here and there. Sure, there is a sprinkle of grey in my hair, I hide that well. I work out every single day, my 118 pound frame is in good shape. At 5'5", I could be called slender, my bust is a "B" cup, I measure 34-22-33, so that should give you some idea. Make no bones about it, in the harsh light of day, I look 50! But with a bit of makeup, nice dress, and I can pass for 40..(I think, anyway...hehehe).

I am also multi-orasmic, most men would need to hurry to beat me there, the good ones figure out how to make me keep from orgasming too soon, or just keep taking me higher with them. Ted would give me little teasing orgasms by simply licking my bare nipples, he would spend a half hour doing that, until I would finally reach out and almost force myself onto him.

He was one hell of a man, even sick, right at the end, he was still virile and strong, although he did weaken sooner. So the man I end up with, if I ever do, had better be ready! I love sex, and I know how to make men work, too!

One thing I might as well say right up front, I do have some tendencies to exhibitionism, and I am also a bit of a voyeur, oh hell! I am fibbing! I absolutely LOVE looking at men, especially when they are naked and completely in my power. That underlying fantasy is why I became a nurse, then a Doctor in the first place!

I was trained as a Nurse first, and always wanted to become a Doctor. But that is expensive, and Ted and I just didn't have the resources.

One weekend we were on a short trip to Reno. Ted was fiddling around on a $1 slot machine when all hell broke loose and our life changed.

Never again would we ever need to worry about money, the annual checks would arrive for the next 25 years! Ted got his 50 year anniversary z06 Corvette, I got my degree.

Other than some nicer items that replaced what we already had, our life really didn't change.

My work is with a local HMO, I am a staff Doctor in their Health Appraisal Program. This means I have a huge advantage, every single one of my patients comes to me complete with a full medical history, blood tests, etc.

I am supposed to average 2 patients per hour, I have leeway there, in case I spot a crazy high blood pressure reading, or something going on that needs instant attention.

Usually it is pretty much the same, I run the normal tests, then drop the pants, I check for lumps and things that don't feel right, then it's bend over and up the rear with a gloved finger.

Some men don't like that, and find it distasteful. Some rather obviously love it, especially when they see a slender and reasonably pretty 50 year old lady Doctor!

Once in awhile I will push the envelope a bit if I see someone who I like the looks of. Now please understand that I don't spend all day whacking off strange men, my arm would get tired!

But I have done that. All in the course of my duty, of course!

My co-worker is Dan, we long since decided between us that I would take most of the men clients, and he would take the women. Dan is a little like me, he likes his women patients, just as much as I like my men. It doesn't always work out that way, of course, I see 4 to 5 women every day, and Dan gets a sprinkling of men.

One day, oh, about a year or so ago, I picked up the records of my next patient and was scanning them, looking for potential problems. I found none, here was a nice, healthy 22 year old, coming in for his first appointment. Blood tests all clear, the records showed him as 5'10", 170 pounds, young and healthy as a horse.

That is YUMYUM stuff to me, I like the young ones because they have no idea what to expect. They will do almost anything I tell them to, and usually turn bright red as the session proceeds. 

Older clients are wiser and catch on quickly to what I am up to. That is great fun, too, as I pretend we are just checking things out. I catch their look and smile, and I know that they know. At that point I may bend over to "inspect" closely. My breasts aren't large, so with a bit of a shrug I can "accidentally" let them have a peek at one of my nipples. The scrubs I wear at work are loose with a large gaping top that will fall completely away from my chest. I wear loose low cut bras, this makes it easy to give them a look. If the situation is really exciting, I may take quite a long time letting them peek at me. It excites me, my nipples get very long and very hard when this happens. This usually gives them a raging hardon! A large portion of the older clients will quit fighting getting a hardon when they realize, I really like watching their cocks grow. But they will almost never say anything, though.

Like I said, I like the feeling of power!

"Jimmy" the report read. My nurse showed him in, I looked him up and down. Light brown hair, well muscled, in shape.

"Any real problems I need to know about today?" I asked him.

"No, M'am" was the reply. "I got the insurance through my job and it said I was supposed to come in every 2 years."

"Please call me Lee." I told him. He blushed and said, "Yes, M'am!"..

I took his blood pressure, ran the usual tests, looked in his ears and mouth, all normal.

I had him drop his shirt and checked, also normal. Now the fun part, I told him to step behind the curtain and undress.

My office has a curtain that draws around the exam table, because to save space, some supplies are stored in the same room.

So if a patient is nude or semi-nude, we draw the curtain. The unwritten rule is no one ever opens the curtain when it is drawn.

I waited a couple of minutes, then called out, "Ready?"

"Yes, M...Lee!" he answered. I stepped in, and drew the curtain closed. He sat on the edge of the table naked as a jaybird. Now there are gowns in there to use, he didn't realize, and I pointedly hadn't mentioned it.

90% will pick up on that and slip on the gown, but a few don't realize and just undress. Jimmy was sitting there, red as a beet from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

His cock was sticking up, no place to hide, so hard his foreskin was rolled about halfway back! I stepped up to him like all was perfectly normal and told him to spread his legs a little.

He did, turning even redder if that was possible. "No need to be bashful!" I told him, "I am a Doctor!" Then I reached down and slid my hand under his testicles, lifting and turning them this way and that. That was enough for him to erect even more, his foreskin rolled all the way back by itself.

I looked at him, the head of his cock was larger than the shaft, purple and from the looks of it he would explode if I gave it a little rub.

So I reached and grasped it firmly, using my thumb to seal off the vein at the base. He was about 7" long, not huge, but it was nice and thick, way thicker than normal. I did my little lean forwards trick, felt the top of my scrubs fall forward. Then the little roll forwards of my shoulders, from his vantage point of sitting on the edge of the table, I knew he had a clear view of my breasts. He also leaned slightly sideways, I knew he was improving his view!

Keeping his penis blocked with one hand, I rolled his foreskin forwards and then back. I felt him pulse but since I had his channel blocked, he couldn't ejaculate. But I felt his small orgasm as his body reacted.

I had him turn and get on his knees. His rectum came into view, I spread some lube on him, watching his penis jerk each time I rubbed my finger across him, spreading the lube.

I inserted one finger, and stroked his prostate several times, asking him if he was still comfortable.

All I got was a grunt. His testicles started to draw up, I knew he was going to come. "Do you want me to relieve that?" I asked.

He muttered, "Yeah!" and I reached out with my free hand and started to stroke him. I felt the first pulse, then he was coming in waves!

Just then the curtain drew back, I heard Dan say, "Lee, I...." and his voice trailed off. "Sorry!" he said, and closed the curtain. It was way too late, Jimmy was going off all over the place, there was no stopping that.

"Oh, shit!" was all I could think, as I finished up and ushered Jimmy out the door. "You are just fine, all perfectly normal!" I told him, no real conviction in my voice. He looked at me, redness gone now and grinned. "Uh, huh!" he said, and left.

Now I had to go face Dan, he had just caught me with a stark naked patient, one finger up his rear and the other hand stroking his cock! What the hell was I going to say?

I cleaned up and came out, Dan was in his office. I started to open my mouth but he waved me off, "My fault!" he said, "I am not supposed to pass the curtain!"

Dan smiled at me, looked me up and down with that look I have seen in men's eyes before.

"Let's go have lunch!" he said. 

"Well, might as well get this over with," I thought, so I grabbed my purse and off we went.

We ordered, and were eating, the air was thick with unspoken words.

Finally, he looked at me and asked, "So, how often does something like that happen?" "Not often, I answered, but sometimes."

"Me too!" he said. I see some of my women patients orgasm during the exam." I looked at him in surprise, realizing then that I wasn't going to get busted.

Then he surprised me with, "I have an hour at 3:00 today, why don't you book with me for an exam?"

I grinned at him, thought just a moment. "Well, I AM overdue, how about we do a swap?"

He just laughed, looking at me with knowing eyes, "About time, way overdue".....



Caught In the Act



It was Friday night Karen and Lita a friend from work were off to a bachelorette party or something like that. You know were the girls get together drink talk about sex and sex toys. What ever goes on at those things, strippers, and dildos for sale I don’t know for sure? Anyway there was a basketball game on tonight and the kids were all off at friends’ houses for the night. 

I figured that this might be the one chance I got this season to watch a game in peace and quite. So I got all that was needed, a bag of chips, a glass of ice, the bottle of scotch, and a few joints. Sat back in the lazy boy and began to enjoy my night of solitude. Poured my scotch lit the joint, and opened the window a crack so the family room would not totally reek in the morning. It was a great game we had won, I even got to watch the post game show. 

After the post game show was over I was getting bored there was nothing to watch on TV.

It was the weekend and I was feeling a bit horny so I searched out a porno tape to pass the time. Figuring it would at least keep my interest. Putting the tape in the VCR I fast forwarded past the adds in the beginning and then sat back to enjoy the movie. Rolling a few more joints while the tape got past the talking part were it was trying to be a real movie. I finished rolling the joints and lighted up one.

It was some good weed, and the movie was not that bad either. The combination of the movie and the joint had me feeling a little constrained in my pants. So I decided that since no one was there it was time to remove the pants. Placing them on to the table in front of me I then put a blanket on to the chair. A leather chair is too darn cold for my ass.

I sat there staring at the TV rubbing my dick and balls for two scenes so far. 

When all of a sudden Lita pops into the room with you not too far behind her. She plops down her two bags and began to stumble toward the couch. I grabbed what I could of the blanket under me and tried to cover up. I had no chance of getting to the TV remote as it was on the table in front of me. Karen staggered in waved at me and sat down next to Lita They both started to laugh. Then commented on my viewing choice for the evening. Looking down at my predicament, then over to you. I said that if I could reach the remote I would. Lita spoke up and said that it had been quite awhile since she had seen one, or a naked man for that matter. Anyway its so much fun to make fun of them. So the three of us sat and watched. The scene of a man and woman doing it with her on top facing the camera just ended.

The next scene started it had two girls who just entered what ended up being a bedroom (go figure). All of the sudden amidst the quite Michelle spoke up and started mocking the girls in the film. When she stopped not sure it that was the right thing to do. Lita turned to Michelle and replied almost word for word what was said in the movie. The two of them continued like that for most of the scene while it was playing. When they stopped I informed them that I didn’t care what they though, but this part with the girls in a 69. The one on top was pushing a large dildo into the other. It was really hot in my opinion, but I’ve never seen a woman enjoy anything that size. I ended in a question; asking if that was too much for either of them? Karen chimed right up and said “ yeah, I think I could do it with some thing like that”. She smiled at me and elbowed Lita in the side. Lita reacted to the elbow and then laughed holding her hand over her mouth. Then she rolled off the couch and reached into one her bags. She turned towards us and smiled. Taking her hand out of the bag with a huge dildo in it. My god I thought. It must have been at least ten inches long, and almost as thick as her wrist.

Lita crawled back over to the coach with the dildo still in her hand, and sat back down. The three of us were laughing our butts off. Then Lita placed the dong down between the two girls, and asked if I would spark up another joint. I started it up and passed over to the girls, they were also passing my scotch back and forth.

The three of us sat starring at the screen. A new scene just started it was with one girl and a guy. They were making out on a couch, as they were taking each other’s clothes off. Soon the guy was going down on her, he must have been doing a great job by the sound of things. All most out of nowhere another guy entered the room and began to disrobe. This new guy walked up to the girl and rubbed his prick against her face until she opened her mouth and devoured it. I glanced over and saw Lita squeezing and rubbing the dong that was still next to her leg. Soon the girl in the film got up got on her hands and knees and bent over the end of the couch with her chest resting on the padded arm. One guy entered her from behind while the other got a ravenous blowjob. I spoke up saying that must be every woman’s fantasy to have two cocks filling her at the same time. Lita interjected first saying that she had sure enjoyed it a few times. Starting to roll off the couch again she placed the dong on Michelle lap as she crawled to the bathroom. Michelle said I don’t know if I could handle two dicks at once, but it might be fun to try. 

Karen and I were sitting watching the TV I looked over to see her squeezing the dong, and rubbing it in to her crotch. Just then Lita opened the bathroom door and turn off the light. She tried to walk back bumping in to the wall a few times. Michelle moved the dildo back between them not letting her hands off it as Lita sat down.

The next scene had already started it was a guy and two girls. I was starring at the screen when Lita and Karen almost in unison said, “I bet this one is everyman’s fantasy”. Breaking my train of thought I said will it sure is one of mine. Michelle looked at Lita and said he has more than one. Oh sure I said I will tell you about them some time. Lita then reached over to grab the dong and found Karen’s hand there. With it both of their hands they raised it up a bit, and smiled at each other then turning they smiled at me.

They got up and walked over to me. Karen ripped the blanket that was covering me. Then she got down on her knees in front of me and began to lick my cock like she had not had one for years. After a few more licks she looked over to Lita and asked if she wanted a taste. Pointing my dick toward her while giving it a few firm strokes. Lita already on her knees next to Karen. Engulfed my cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down a few times. Karen started to rub my balls as Lita continued to suck me. Lita then came up for air and the two of them licked the shaft up and down one on each side. 

Next was one of my favorite parts. Karen was sucking and licking my balls while Lita was sucking me and rubbing her hand around my ass hole. I yelled out that it was time to cum Lita let off my cock and Karen began to stroke me, and then Lita stuck a finger up my ass. Well I shot off and the girls were hungrily licking and lapping off me.

The girls then started licking cum off each other’s fingers then their faces. Soon they were kissing and rubbing their breasts together. I came up behind Karen and took her top off over her head. When I started this Lita also took hers off and bra. Then she rolled on her back and took off her pants and panties in one swift motion. Michelle followed suit, well birthday suit that is. Then the two of them went back to kissing and rubbing their tits together. While kissing Karen’s hands went up and started massaging Lita’s breasts. She was rubbing them and pinching her nipples. Lita moved her hand over to Karen crotch and started fingering her clit and pussy.

Karen then pushed Lita back and started to lick and suck on her tits. She stopped for just enough time to tell me that there was enough for two. So I moved over and started in on Lita’s tits. Karen was on one side and I on the other. Karen then gabbed my hand and placed it on to Lita’s very moist pussy. I rubbed my finger over her clit while continuing to work on her tits with my mouth. Then sliding my finger back and forth from her clit to ass. Lita was starting to moan. First one finger then two were working there way in and out soaking my whole hand with her juices. Lita came in a body shaking orgasm. 

After Lita took a few seconds to sit up. She looked over to Karen and said now it’s your turn. She pushed Karen onto her back. She started working on Karen’s tits Licking and sucking on her nipples. Then raising her head she massaged them pressing them together and pinching Karen’s nipples lightly. Soon Lita stated kissing her way down to Karen’s pussy. She was licking and sucking on Karen clit while reaching up to massage her tits. Lita then reached over and grabbed the dong and ran it over Karen’s pussy a few times. Then she placed the head to the pussy opening and slowly inserted it. Inch by inch the huge dong disappeared into Karen. All the while Lita didn’t miss a beat in her clit licking.

Lita looked up at me sitting next to Karen and slide the dong in and out a few more times. She then smiled and said “so why don’t you see if Karen can handle two at once”. So I kneeled next Karen’s face and rubbed my dick on her face a few times like the guy in the movie did. Well she must have been lost in her own pleasure because this went on for a bit. Karen opened her mouth and started licking the head of my cock. Then raising her head a bit she began to suck me. I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her head. She reached over and took my cock in her hand and stroked me as she continued to suck me. I reached over and started to massage her breasts and roll her nipples in my finger. Lita rose up and started to really slam that dong into Karen while rubbing her clit. Karen raised her legs up with her feet pointing to the ceiling. Then she started to shake and convulse as she stoked me faster. Well that was about all I needed. I filled her mouth as Lita continued to work on her pussy. We all sat back and stared at the blue screen on the TV for a minute. Then Lita got up and said she needed to get some sleep. Karen helped get the futon ready, and I pick up a few things before heading upstairs. I turned the lights and heat off, and then locked the doors. Then went back to see if the girls were ok. They were talking and hugging as I approached the door. They said everything was great, and Karen and I headed up to bed.



Caught in the Act



You've come to my apartment, even though I'm not expecting you. You know that I went out with my girlfriend to go dancing. Also, you know how horny grinding on the dance floor makes me, so you want to see if you can reap the benefits of that horniness.

You get up to my stoop and notice that the window is dark and you fear that I wore myself out dancing all night and that I won't have the strength to fuck your brains out tonight. 

'Oh well', you think to yourself, you can just enjoy lying by my side. 

The stoop is dark so you have a moment of trouble trying to get the key I've given you into the door. Finally you have managed to wrangle the lock, and the door is opened. 

Yes! Access!

The front room is pitch black, except for the street lamp shinning through the window, filtered by the vertical blinds. A smell of vanilla candles attacks your nose; this smell causes a rise in you, because this is what I light just before having sex. Then you start to worry because I wasn't expecting you tonight, but yet you still smell the candles, the vanilla candles that you have begun to think of as the smell of sex, whether slow and passionate or hot and fast, it's the smell of sex, our sex.

A pang of jealousy hits you as you can't help but wonder who is getting the benefit of our vanilla smell, and your subconscious registers anger at my friend Rachael for taking me out on the town tonight, automatically thinking that she has talked me into finding another man.

You block out your jealousy and anger for a moment, so that your other senses can record the entire stimulus going on around you. You begin to walk through the front room, being careful not to trip over anything and bring my awareness to your presence. As you get closer to the bedroom, you hear soft music playing, and then another sound registers. The second sound is from me, the sound I make while in the throes of orgasmic torture, a sound you know all too well since you have brought me there many times. You put all your strength into the power of your ear and search for the sound of the brutal noises of male grunting, but you hear none. Then, almost inaudible, you hear the sound of someone going down on me, the kind of humming sound that a person makes when his or her tongue is busy working hard.

The jealously returns in great bounds, as you feel cheated because oral was your job, your talent, and no body else should have that right. Your travel quickens because you wish to confront this man that is trying to please your woman in the manner that is only your pleasure and no one else's. Finally you reach the bedroom door, which is left open, and you peer inside. The room is dimly lit with candles everywhere, and slowly you turn your attentions to the actions on the bed, fearing what you will see.

You are stunned beyond belief, just in a shocked silence.

You see me, lying on the bed, naked, with my legs spread open. There is a head between my legs, but this head is definitely not male. Your eyes become adjusted to the dim light, and you recognize the head between my legs. Even from behind you know the long red hair that belongs to my friend Rachael. Realization hits you like a gale force wind! It is Rachael giving such intimate attentions to my pussy, not a man, but Rachael my friend, my girlfriend. You are witnessing my first bi-sexual experience. Immediately your member becomes stiff within your pants as you watch the beautiful site before you. 

Suddenly my eyes open wide and connect with your own. There is no fear or anger in my eyes, only an acceptance and a pleasure in your presence like I was hoping you would make an appearance. My eyes close once again as Rachael's talented tongue sends me spiraling into orgasmic oblivion. You do not want to interrupt the sight before you, afraid that if you interfere it will stop, never to be repeated. Quietly you make your way across my bedroom, with your sites set upon a chair placed in a dark corner. You sit in that chair and turn your attentions on the action on the bed and watch. That is all you do, you just watch.

You sit in excited silence in your dark corner of the room. You watch the action on the bed like your own lesbian porno played out for your own pleasure. You attempt to photograph each image within your mind, never to forget the beautiful site before your eyes.

You watch Rachael's backside, her long, straight electric red hair cascading down her backside contrasting with her porcelain white skin. Her arms were tightly wrapped around my thighs, and her head is moving slightly as her tongue continues to tease into the depths of my aroused sex. You look upon Rachael's body, being able to view her naked backside for the first time, her full figure curving provocatively into the perfect full hour glass shape, her creamy white buttux wiggling slightly as she works diligently to satisfy my passions.

Finally, you turn your attentions to me, your highly sexual and newly bi-sexual girlfriend. You watch as my body convulses as orgasm after torturous orgasm rips it's way through my body. My long mane of curly, light brown hair is spread out in a halo around my head, a contrasting color to that of my burgundy comforter. You watch as my face contorts into pleasure filled expressions. My chest rises and falls with each rapid breath, my handful sized breast rounding into my armpits and my dusky nipples standing erect against the tissue of my chest.

The room is filled with an assortment of aromas, the smell of vanilla, the joining of two perfumes, one you recognize as mine the other you figure belonging to Rachael, a slight hint of jasmine. Also, there is the potent smell of arousal and, just as with the perfumes, you recognize not only my smell but also a new, enticing smell. You know this new scent must be the scent of Rachael and you can't help but wonder how wet she is becoming as she intently works her tongue to please my aroused pussy.

You already know that my pussy is drenched in my juices because you hear the passionate noises as orgasms spasm through me. You watch as I begin to play with my breasts, squeezing and kneading the tissue and running the palms of my hands over the marble hard sensitive buds. You so enjoy seeing me playing with myself and you watch intently as I please and tease my wondrous hard nipples.

The whole scene plays out in front of you and it has you harder than ever before. Your arousal throbbingly builds up stiff in your pants. A few times you have to make slight adjustments so you erection isn't pinned in a painful direction.

With your high level of arousal, the thought of joining the foray on the bed cannot help but cross your mind. Even though you cannot help the workings of your mind, you can help your body. So, there you stay, suffering in your own arousal, because this was my wish. 

*** You think back to a conversation we had about this exact situation. It was an easy afternoon and the thought of a three-way had just crossed your mind. Of course, the only three-way you could consider was a two female and one male type of three-way, though this wasn't my only idea of a three-way. We had a very honest and open relationship, so you felt no nervousness at telling me your thoughts. The thought came really for no particular reason other than it was there.

"You are a little bi-curious. Right?" you said.

"Okay, this is out of the blue, but actually I would consider myself more bi-aroused than curious." I said, with a playful smile playing on my lips.

"Well, what's the difference?"

"The difference is when a woman gets turned on by other women, either in everyday life or seeing pictures of lesbian situations, videos, stories, etc... but she's not ready to actually get with another woman, that is bi-aroused. Now bi-curious is when the woman is actually ready to take that final step and meet a woman with the same thoughts and be together to see if it's only a curiosity or maybe something real." I said in a way that it seemed as if I'd put a lot of thought to it.

"Okay, given all of that would you ever consider a threesome?"

"Depends on what kind of threesome you want."

"What do you mean what kind of threesome?"

"Which, a MMF threesome or a FFM threesome?"

"I mean a two female one male type of course," you said, a little stunned I had to ask.

"In that case no, I wouldn't consider that."

"Why not?" you asked a little confused. "You've admitted to being aroused by other women and possibly wanting to be with one."

"Tell me why you totally ignored the two male one female type of threesome?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not attracted to guys and I wouldn't want to see you with another man. Hell, I even hate just thinking about you with another man."

"Okay, well for one thing you don't have to get it on with a guy to have a MMF threesome. Both guys can just do the their best at pleasing the woman, but everything else I agree with and it's the reason I wouldn't want to be involved in a FFM threesome."

"I think I'm starting to understand."

"It's like this," I said. " I love you too much to share you with another woman, plus there would be too many questions to come up if that were ever to happen, like does he like her better and so on. Also, I wouldn't want to share the woman with you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you've been with a woman before, but I never have, so if I were to have an experience with a woman it would be just for me, my special moment."

"Okay, I understand."

"I've got a question of my own. What do you think when you see two women together?"

"I think it's beautiful poetry in motion and highly sensual and erotic."

" I couldn't agree more, now why would you want to interrupt that beautiful erotic scene with your animal 'gotta be able to boast about being with two women' maleness?"

"Okay, I get you, but if you do get with a woman what do I get to do?"

"Watch perhaps, if she allows it."

"Watch?"

"Yep, you'd be Mr. Invisible, watching but not participating."

"Okay, hypothetically you get with a woman and I watch."

"Yep, actually I'd want you to watch," I said, with the playful smile returning to my lips.

"Why is that?"

" Because it would be something special to happen to me and I'd want to share that with you, but only in the form of you watching."

"Okay, so you get to be with me and you get to be with a woman if you so choose and I can watch. Still, that seems a bit unfair. I should get to be with someone else, too."

"Well, hon, if you are ever so inclined you are free to be with a another man."

"Thanks, but no thanks." you said with one corner of your mouth turning up.

"Well, I'm only trying to be fair. It's like you said, I get to be with you but no other man, but I can also get with a woman if I want. So it's the same for you. You can be with me, but no other woman. But you can get with a man if you want, though I don't know if I'd want to watch! Well, you never know I might."

"That's okay, it's not going to happen."

***

Thus the pact was made, you are to watch but not get involved. 

You bring yourself back to reality and the wondrous fantasy being spewed out of your head and into the real world. Your eyes readjust to the scene before you. You watch as Rachael's head is buried away into the depths of my pussy and her tongue is obviously making an erotic torture there.

Then Rachael does something you can hardly believe. She runs her hands down my thighs and then she catches me at the knees. She grabs both of my knees and pushes them upwards so that my fanny crack is closer to her mouth and my cheeks spread out before her. She dives her face in there and begins her tongue pleasures.

You feel a little jealousy pang, because this was the erogenous zone you'd found on me, this zone that brought me so much pleasure. Rachael pauses her ministration on my sphincter area to say something.

"Oh Missy, ever since you told me how much pleasure your, boyfriend gave you by giving you anilingus, I've been dreaming of doing the same thing. This is really a fantasy come true." says Rachael. 

'In more ways than one,' you think to yourself, as the pang miraculously the pang subsides. 

Rachael again begins her erotic tongue dance on my rosebud, my body writhing in pleasure. She stays with the depths of my crack until you think I am on the brink of spontaneous combustion. Then she works her tongue all the way up the length of my crack until she reaches my aroused sex, then she grabs a hold of my clit that is pulsing so hard. A few teasing flicks later she has me shaking from head to toe, then my pussy gives way in an erotic gush of my juices.

You can see my nectar gushing out all around her face, drenching her neck and shoulders, even her fine fiery red hair gets soaked. She continues to lick that little bud until you think I will flood the entire bedroom. Finally, she releases her tongue tortures on my clit, and lifts her face from between my legs and plants kisses all along my thighs.

Eventually Rachael looks up and into my eyes.

"Missy," she said her voice filled with honey. "I knew you would taste so sweet."

My voice suddenly chimes in, finally a voice that's comfortable but still soft as silk to your ears.

"Oh God, Rachael. You made me feel so good. That was wonderful! Thank you." I said.

"Oh really! I did! Better than he's made you feel?"

I cast a nervous glance in your direction and you wonder if Rachael knows you are here.

"Well, I can't say which is better or best, just different styles, but both capable of making me feel marvelous. Now, I'd like to return the favor and have the pleasure of making you feel as you have made me feel."

You were very satisfied with my answer.

"You'll get your chance, but not yet. In all the excitement of being able to be with you and the desire to taste you so badly, I totally forgot to pay any attention to those wonderful nipples that I'm always trying to view when you bend over in one of your v-necked shirts. I caught a couple a views here and there and since the first time I got a good look I've wanted to suck on them so badly."

"Well, far be if for me to stand in your way. If you must you must." I say, with a devilish grin.

Rachael suddenly comes up with her own grin that was even ornerier than mine. She stands up from her kneeling position on the floor and turns so you are able to view her frontal naked form. She has pinkish nipples, not quite as dark as mine, but the breast tissue behind each nipple is more plentiful than my own.

Her full waist curves gracefully into two wonderful hips, which announces her ability to carry a child and the fertility flowing through her. Her creamy white skin is like whip cream, absent of imperfections, except for a vertical scar running from the bottom of her bellybutton all the way to her pubic bone where it disappears into a bright thatch of red pubic fur. At that moment there is no doubting that she was a natural redhead.

You watch as she straddles my middle. She bends over and you get a wonderful view of upraised buttocks. Also, from underneath her you can finally see my ravaged sex, slick with my juices of arousal and wet with Rachael's saliva. The lips of my pussy hanging slack and open for your viewing pleasure.

You want me desperately; you wish to go over and ravish me with your tongue as Rachael has down with hers. There is one thing that you knew Rachael couldn't do and that is to satisfy me with her cock as you would. You actually feel pride at having that one thing that Rachael cannot do and you know that no facsimile will do the trick, only a flesh and blood throbbing male member. This thought you cling to, knowing I won't leave you for Rachael, despite her tongue talents, because she is missing that one important thing, a cock.

Your eyes are plastered to the action occurring in front of them, even if your mind chooses to go elsewhere, since it kind of has to so you could keep your sanity while you watch two beautiful women making love right in front of you and resist the urge to neither join in nor beat your meat off in that dark corner. You transfix all of your being back to the current events. You already know the view down south is awe-inspiring, but you decide to crane your neck a bit and see what is going on up north.

You are immensely glad for your little strain of physical exertion, because it grants a spectacular view. You see Rachael using her tongue and mouth talents on my hardened nipples. My chest is thrust forward pushing my breast closer to her awaiting mouth. Her tongue flicks tantalizing licks around the areola and teases the tip to the point of causing me to moan and squirm underneath her. You enjoy this little performance being played out in front of you. 

You begin to take mental notes as to exactly what Rachael does to make me scream in excitement so that you will be able to create the same excited scream for yourself. You watch her quick pink tongue lave sensual circles around my dusky, erect nipples and suddenly your throat becomes very dry. You don't need a glass of water, but you are yearning for the sweet taste of my wonderful nipples. 

Suddenly you notice that something else has happened while you were paying so close attention to what was going on with my chest area. You nearly miss the fact that my hand had ventured downward and my fingers are now rubbing vigorously in Rachael's overexcited pussy. You see my hand work with an expertise that only a woman who has touched herself many times would know. As my hand nimbly rubs her sweet spot, she stops and sits upright. Her chest arches forward, pointing her beautiful, full breasts toward the ceiling. 

A cry of passionate release escapes from her lips as her body ripples with orgasmic tremors. Her body shakes with a force that is as if she has been struck by lightening. Then a beautiful thing occurs; suddenly her muscles tighten and from the core of her is a release of a great gush of wonderful feminine nectar. It is truly an amazing site to see. You've seen me ejaculate a million times, squirting gallon after gallon of my erotic juices, but to watch another woman do it in the flesh was something extraordinary. Plus, the fact that Rachael's nectar explodes because of my hand, your girlfriend's hand, is something even more amazing and exciting.

Next, Rachael's hand moves down between my legs, and even though her mouth and tongue have already given me so much pleasure she begins to work diligently at pleasing me once more with the vigorous movements of her fingers. It kind of becomes a contest between the two of us, to see who could get the other to climax first. Each time my fingers cause Rachael to utter an excited cry of passion; her fingers desperately search out the center to my interior pleasure.

It is like we are each attempting to not climax so that the other would climax first and we'd win in our little cumming contest. You are rather curious as to who will win this contest but in the end it is a tie, with both of us letting out an excited scream of climatic satisfaction. Our bodies erupt in orgasmic convulsions, the torture of pleasure exploding in unison.

Then, suddenly the nectar locked deep within our insides spews forth. Rachael's juices come splashing out in an erotic waterfall, cascading on to my bare midriff and streaming down my stomach. My feminine nectar comes out in a sensual gush, my juices pouring forth with such a force it is as if I have a pipe burst somewhere inside. The amount and pure force of my orgasmic spray drenches everything beneath me and then some.

As our bodies calm down from our orgasmic tremors, we each release each other's clit from the movements of our flurried fingers. Once we each are released we both exhale a great satisfied sigh. You see that each of us has bedroom-clouded eyes, glazed over from our waves of pleasure.




Caught in the Act



Rachael leans back over my body, supporting herself on her arms. Gently her full lips greet my mouth, our thick lips press together, and passionately we kiss and you can see the slightest vision of our tongues touching. Then I grab a hold of her tongue and suck it into the profundity of my mouth. You think about the many times I had done the exact same thing to you and how it instantly turned you on, and you wonder if this has the same effect on Rachael. We kiss for a good five minutes as you watch intently and wonder if we will ever come up for air. 

As you watch us kiss you wish to get into the middle of us and beg for one kiss from me, just one that's all you'd want. But, you know if you were granted that one kiss you'd just want more, so you stay in your chair and watch the sensual twisting of our lips and tongues.

The sight is so erotic, Rachael's body poised over mine, her pale skin against my slightly darker peachy skin. Our nipples slightly touching, tip-to-tip, hers so very pink and mine standing out much darker than hers.

You wish for your digital camera so that you could forever keep this image, but alas you will just have to burn it into your mind. Finally, our lips parted and suddenly my arms jut upward, grabbing Rachael about the shoulders and my left leg wraps around her right one then with a quick push and a twist I have Rachael flat on the bed and am hovering over her body. The whole action happens in a flash and takes both you and Rachael by complete surprise. You wonder why I'd never tried this interesting move on you before.

Rachael has look of stunned disbelief that her plan of seduction could be so easily overtaken once I chose to assume control of the situation. The expression on my face gave off the impression of careful cunning and forethought, plus some added orneriness.

"Wow! Missy you could have just told me you wanted a turn and I would have let you on top." said a bewildered Rachael. 

"Nope, I like it better this way," I say with a jubilant tone to my voice, as if I'd achieved some victory.

"Well, you are going to have to teach me that move," said Rachael.

"And me too!" you say, suddenly realizing that your mouth has spoken the words in your head accidentally. 

You immediately cover your mouth.

"No comments from the peanut gallery. You are supposed to be a silent observer," yelled Rachael.

From Rachael's response at your accidental utterance you realize I must have had to do some arm-twisting for Rachael to allow you to view this experience. Also, you realize that you have some competition and you never thought that competition would have been a woman.

'Oh well,' you think to yourself. You are man enough to conquer any challenge, be it against a man or a woman.

I look over my shoulder at you sitting in the dark corner and give you a gentle smile to remind you that there is no challenge. You are mine and I am yours. Your heart is immediately filled with the desire and passion we feel for each other. Before I turn my attention back to Rachael, I begin to speak.

"No, that little move is just mine. I shall never reveal my secret for it is my little surprise." I say devilishly.

My attentions turn back to Rachael.

"Surprise!" I say.

Rachael lets out an excited giggle.

"Now back to business."

"With that I must concur." Says Rachael.

Rachael's expression changes to a look of anticipated pleasure as I nudge her face to one side and began a seductive trail of kisses down her long creamy, white neck. You watch my ass wiggling in the air as I thoroughly enjoy my task at hand.

My mouth and tongue blaze and trail down Rachael's body, causing her to moan sensuously. My tongue flicks out and grazes her small pink nipples, causing her to suck in a breath of air and then release it as my mouth latched over the tissue of her ample breast. I please and tease each breast and nipple with my tongue until I have her wiggling underneath me and begging for me to go down on her.

"Please Missy, I want to feel you tongue between my legs." begged Rachael.

"But, I'm not finished with you top half yet."

"Please! I'm aching here!"

"Okay I will, but I want to sit on my face."

"Oh really!" said Rachael, regaining some of her over confident attitude. "You sure that's wise for your first time?"

"I think I can handle it." I say, taking on a confident attitude myself.

I raise up and so does Rachael. I lay down crossways on the bed and Rachael comes over and straddles my neck. She lowers herself down until her aroused sex is hovering right over my eager mouth. I grab on to her thighs at either side of my head and begin my tongue torture on her. 

With the position we are in and your vantage point you are actually able to see Rachael's lips spread apart and my tongue enter inside and begin delicately laving her with my oral affections. You begin to wonder about my bi-sexual expertise, even though you knew I'd never been with a woman up until this moment. But, you couldn't help but wonder, especially when you see Rachael begin to immediately convulse into a massive orgasm. You throw down your wonderings and chalk Rachael's reaction up to the fact that I'm a female and I'm familiar with the female anatomy, even if it is another female, though you are definitely going to ask me to teach you some of my tricks so you can use them on me.

My mouth and tongue work vigorously and Rachael rocks back and forth on my face. I begin to make the humming noise that you heard Rachael making when you first walked into my apartment. You see some movement from my lower half and when you peer around Rachael's rocking body, you see my legs tightly crossed together, which you know is something I do when I'm highly aroused and desperately in need of a good cum. You want to run over there and pry my legs apart and dive your tongue into my moist warm center and drive me crazy with your tongue until I drench your face with my wonderful erotic nectar and all of this while I still am driving Rachael crazy with my tongue.

But, as if you are super glued to the chair, you stay put. 

You think to yourself that you must have the will power of superman, 'cause most men would have ignored their girlfriend's bidding and just gleefully jumped into the middle of the 'girl on girl action.' You just keep in your mind the thought of how you are going to ravage me once Rachael and I were done and the red-headed beauty was on her way home and you are left alone with your gorgeous girlfriend.

Suddenly, Rachael's screams of pleasure break through you thoughts. You look at her as her body writhes with forceful orgasms. Her body shakes and rocks in ebbing and flowing orgasmic tides. She rides my face as if she's riding a bucking bronco and my mouth seems to be permanently sealed into the folds of her gushing sex. 

Her juice spews across my face, and you assume correctly that I her juices squirted into my mouth, nose, down my throat, and into my ears. Also, it is obvious that Rachael's spray of nectar has fully drenched my brown hair, causing it to curl up even more that before, and you mused that female ejaculate could be the new form of hair gel.

The scene in front of you is far more amazing than anything you would have even tried to imagine, with Rachael rocking her body back and forth on my face and my tongue working furiously in her interior folds, pleasuring her love bud with the climatic torture of my talented tongue. You have no doubts that my tongue is truly talented because when I go down on you my tongue wraps, twists, and flicks and just does amazing things to your hard cock. You wish that my mouth was wrapped around your throbbing member right now and my tongue was doing things to make you as crazy as it is making Rachael.

Finally, Rachael can't take anymore and you are close to feeling the same way. Abruptly Rachael springs off my face and with a spryness that was a bit quick for her 'well past the teenage years', she jumps from the sitting position on my face to now lying on top of my body. The move happens so quick you nearly miss it, but there she is on top of me, with our two bodies pressing together.

Rachael's fingers tease my curly bangs and my hands come up and comb thru her vibrant red hair. 

"Now that was a move worthy of explanation." I say, attempting to catch my breath after nearly being smothered in the infinite folds on Rachael's ravaged sex.

"No the moves worthy of anything is the moves your tongue was performing on me." Says Rachael, staring into my eyes. "Are you sure that was your first time with a woman?"

"Yes, definitely my first time and what a first time that was! Wow!" I say excitedly.

"Well, dear I'm sure your little compadre sitting in the corner is about to burst because of our show. So, I shall be on my way. But, first I will give you a wonderful kiss to thank you for this special night and then before I leave I'm going to make you cum one last time, then I will be on my way and he can have you as long as you promise that this shall not be our on and only time together." says Rachael.

"Oh there will definitely be more times for us together." I say, with an emotion-clouded voice.

You don't know if you can physically take any more of our feminine show, but you definitely wouldn't turn down an chance to watch again, even if it did mean you might just self combust with the pressure building arousal.

You watch us kiss once again, this time gently but passionately, and it is a very erotic scene to witness. Then Rachael rolls off and lays beside me on the bed, running her fingers through my hair as she gently kisses my face, then with her other hand she courses a trail down my body.

Her fingers delicately travel down my neck and over the swell of my breast. She softly grazes over each nipple, causing me to draw in a great gasp of air. Her fingers continue to travel over my body and down my ribs causing a tickle giggle to erupt from my lips. Then her fingers go down over my stomach and across my horizontal scar, both of us carrying our badge of motherhood by surgical means, one scar going up and down and the other scar going from side to side.

She slides her hand over my scar and then she reaches my pubic bone, sliding her hand smoothly over my shaved mound, deftly letting her fingers search in my intimate folds, finding the button that she is searching for. She rubs my clit back and forth, and as she does this she places gentle kisses on my brow and runs her fingers through my hair.

Softly her honey voice whispers endearing words of thankfulness and ultimate happiness.

"Thank you for this Missy, you don't know how long I've wanted to be with you and make you feel the way I have tonight. I never imagined you would make me feel so amazing, but that makes this night even more special to me. I hope that we will be able to have many more nights like this. My true wish is that we would be together, just you and me, but I understand if you have to be with him," said Rachael referring to you, my boyfriend.

Then she leans in even closer until her lips are caressing my ear; very quietly she speaks so that you can't hear.

"If you were with me and me alone I'd promise to make you feel like this every day and night." she said.

With that, her fingers finally seek out the right motion and my body responds by shaking uncontrollably. I shake from head to toe from climatic convulsions. You wouldn't have thought I had any juices to spare, but an erotic cascade shoots out, washing Rachael's hand, which continues to rub vigorously until my cascade changes to a few long distance squirts and then just a shallow stream.

Eventually she releases my clit and all the erogenous zones encased between my legs from the frantic torture of her amble fingers. I am near breathless and continually shaking, even though all my orgasms have come to a halt.

Gently, Rachael kisses my lips, and then she pushes herself off the bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor and adjourning to the bathroom. You want to run over to me that instant but you are gentleman enough to wait until Rachael has completely left my apartment. Rachael comes out of the bathroom wearing her leather pants and boots, along with a nicely filled out orange sweater that set off her sparkling green eyes.

With a crooked smile pointed in your direction she speaks to you.

"Well, I've got her warmed up for ya so go at it. Oh, by the way, that woman there cares for you a lot so don't you ever hurt her, or..."

"You'll kill me," you say.

"Well, I was going to go for castration, but about the same difference. Well, treasure her 'cause you ain't the only person in this world in love with her."

Her last word said she makes a beeline for the front door. As soon as you hear the front door close you make a beeline yourself for the bed. I am lying there just delighting in my own post-orgasmic reverie.

Even though I am quite exhausted from my session with Rachael, I am willing to go another round with you. With all your pent up arousal and also your determination to make me feel better than Rachael had done we end up making love for the rest of the night and into the late morning. It is the most fabulous night of sex in my whole life, with both people involved.



Caught in the Act



Wednesday 4th July 2005...2pm

The job was simple; fit some spotlights in the study and then clear off. The electrician had fitted the lights and then thought he'd have a quick snoop around. 

He knew she was away on business until later so he went straight to the bedroom and, even though he knew it was empty, he crept in. He was always feeling horny and ready for a new victim. There was a full length mirror, a flat screen tv and dvd player against the far wall, a double bed the size of a room against the other, and some fitted wardrobes taking up the whole of a third. The fourth wall was completely consumed by 2 very large sash windows and the summer sun streamed relentlessly through.

Perfect.

Wednesday 4th July 2005...10.15pm

The drive home had been too short. She really fancied this chauffeur, and, unfortunately, they were now pulling into her drive.

On the way home they had discussed her job as an erotic novelist, and she had joked about testing out the things in her book. The driver had remained polite, even though she was sure that he'd tried to sneak a look inside her blouse. When he had dropped her off, she had left her leg in the car on purpose, knowing that her skirt would fall open. She watched his eyes as he held the door, and he couldn't not look. She knew that he'd seen right up to her crotch, and this thought excited her.

When he left, she wished he had been a bit more forward, as she felt very horny. However, it wasn't the correct thing to do, invite your chauffeur in for coffee! Was it?

When inside the house she went in to her study to finish her story. As she flicked the light switch, she remembered that the electrician had been in earlier, and she was impressed with her new spotlights. She always wrote better when she felt hot and horny, so she set to work, promising herself that when she had finished this chapter, she would have a hot bath and then see what followed!

She glanced at her watch. 11:15. Knowing she had a lie in till 7.30, she set about relieving the days pent up sexual frustrations. She opened her wardrobe and pulled out of her drawer, her very best friend.

Thursday 5th July 2005...9am

The DJ announced the name of the record and then moved to the newsroom. Did he say 9:00? Shit, he did! Oh no, the car was picking her up at 9! What was wrong with the alarm? She checked the alarm, and it said 7:30am so what the hell was it doing waiting till 9? She was dashing round the room, trying to work out what went wrong when she noticed the clock said 7:30. She then remembered the electrician had been in yesterday to fit the new lights in her study. He must have switched off the power for an hour and a half. As her thoughts raced, the doorbell rang.

He had been chauffeuring now for 3 months, The pick up this morning lived in the leafy suburbs, and the drive had taken him about ½ an hour. Because she was a "kind of regular", he knew a bit about her. They always had easy conversation, no embarrassing silences. She was single, high powered, between 35 and 40, always smart, and even though she was usually in executive dress, he had often seen a bit of cleavage. He sometimes thought this bit of skin was shown on purpose, and when he had dropped her at home last night, as he opened her door for her to get out of the car, she had lingered with 1 leg inside. The slight pause made the split in her skirt open right up. He was convinced that he had seen a flash of white, and again, he felt the show was for him.

As he pulled up outside her house, he felt a tingle of excitement. He was 5 minutes early, so he sat in the car until the hour of 9 came round. Once the time arrived, he then pulled on his coat, strolled to the door and rang the bell.

The door opened and there she was.

"Shit, I'm really sorry! My alarm was set wrong, and basically, I've only just woken up"

She was wrapped in a towelling robe from her neck to her toes and had obviously just run down the stairs. The robe had worked its way slightly open, and he caught a glimpse of her breast. He had to prise his eyes away, and quickly after regaining his composure, he told her not to worry: he would wait in the car.

"You will not," she stated firmly. "My fault, my time, my company's money...please, come in."

"Oh, well, if you're sure, Miss Simpkins"

"It's Chelsea, Dougy," she corrected as she moved back and allowed him to step in. "What time did you get in last night after dropping me off?"

"Oh, not too late...it was about 12:30."

As she was talking, she headed towards the stairs, but as she was moving, the robe gradually parted to reveal her naked breasts and the smallest cotton pair of pyjama shorts.

"Listen Dougy, would you help yourself to a cuppa in the kitchen, and if you wouldn't mind bringing up a black coffee for me, I'd be really grateful."

"Hey, no problem...you take your time."

Thursday 5th July 2005...9.10am

In the morning light that driver was even more appealing to her than she had thought last night. She remembered how she had fantasized about him touching her between her legs. She had gotten so horny that she had knelt down on all fours in front of the full-length mirror and had watched herself masturbate. She had watched her breasts gently bouncing up and down and felt the delicious sensations that the pink vibrator created on her clitoris and deep inside her hole. The orgasm had built as she imagined him taking her from behind, and she had cum so violently that she couldn't move for about 5 minutes.

As she fished about in her wardrobe for underwear she dropped a bra. When she bent over to pick it up, her hand brushed against a metal casing. What the...? She got down on her hands and knees, looked under the drawers, and pulled out what appeared to be a video player. Confused she pushed the eject button and out popped a DVD.

"Shit...what the hell's this?"

She moved over to her TV and inserted the DVD.

As he sipped his tea, he waited what he thought was a sufficient time for her to get "decent" and then gently moved up the stairs with her coffee. The carpet was very thick and his feet sank in as he moved on up. As he reached the landing, he could here noises coming from a tv and walked towards the noise. As he approached, the noises he could hear made him think that this could be a good morning after all! The most prominent noise was the sound of a horny woman obviously enjoying herself. He crept closer to the room, and the door was ajar about a foot. Through the gap in the door, he could see a naked woman on the TV screen kneeling on all fours, looking at herself in the mirror and obviously playing with herself between her legs. Oh my god, it was the client. She had recorded herself masturbating and was now watching it play back. He couldn't take his eyes off the screen and could only imagine what she was doing behind the door.

Had she forgotten that he was there? He didn't care: this was fantastic!

He quietly put down the coffee and started to rub the growing bulge in his trousers. She was moaning on the TV, and it was really starting to turn him on. The thought also that she may be doing this for him entered his mind. 

He no longer cared. He unzipped his fly, got out his stiff cock, and proceeded to play with himself. He was now fully hard and was rubbing his knob furiously up and down, still watching the scenes on the screen unfold. She was nearing her orgasm and now using a pink vibrator to excite herself into a frenzy. He was very close to cumming, and when he heard her moan aloud as her orgasm overcame her, he shot his cum onto the landing carpet. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot from the end of his tool, and he stretched his limbs in ecstasy.

She was sat on her bed in total disbelief. Where the fuck had this DVD come from? How had it got there? Who was operating it? During her hot session last night, it would appear to have automatically turned on and taped every last second. Even through her anger and disbelief, she could see how horny she was last night and had to smile at the display on the screen. It must have been that fucking electrician!

"Eh, Chelsea"...he stuttered, "here's your coffee."

She was completely naked, sitting on the bed crying quietly. He couldn't help but stare at her. God, she was lovely.

He was totally confused: he thought that the dvd was for her pleasure, but from the look on her face now, she obviously didn't know anything about it.

"Oh Dougy," she began as they moved towards each other. Seemingly, neither were bothered by her nudity. "I can't believe that electrician has set a camera up...I hope he didn't see anything."

He didn't know whether to admit that he'd also just watched the movie through the crack in the door. Deciding to comfort her instead he put his arms round her and pulled her to him. He was very unsure of how and where to touch. She was completely naked, and he didn't know her at all. He was only supposed to be comforting her, but his knob betrayed him and wouldn't keep still in his trousers. It stirred and pressed against her stomach.

"I'm really sorry about this... It's a real mess...I'm too upset to go to work now. Would you mind staying for a while so that I can get myself together?"

"No, don't worry...I'll stay as long as you like."

He pulled her in tightly and gently rubbed her back, slowly up and down. She was calming down a little and he could still not stop his knob from growing hard. As he rubbed her back, there was a whirring sound from the DVD, and the film started playing again.

"Look, Dougy...this is what that pervert has done! He's set up this DVD so he can come back here and watch me in my bedroom

As they watched the film, his cock twitched again, and she moved herself against him.

"You know...while I was doing that last night, I was thinking about you."

He looked shocked

"I couldn't help notice you look up my skirt when you dropped me off last night, and I was really horny. When I was on my knees, I imagined it was you behind me."

He moved her face to look up at his and kissed her on the lips, a long slow wet kiss that started tenderly but soon became very passionate. The sound from the TV spurring them both on, she quickly reached for his trousers and released him from inside. His hands were moving quickly over her body, feeling each breast and stopping momentarily to pull on the hard nipples. He then moved his hands down towards her pubic region and was soon sliding his finger into her wet hole. She tugged at his tie, and as if in frustration, ripped his shirt off, all the buttons pinging across the room.

He was stood with his trousers round his ankles, and she bent down to take him fully in to her mouth, sucking the whole length of his knob and gently licking the cum that was there from 10 minutes ago

"mmm, lots of pre cum" she said.

A pang of guilt passed through his mind as he thought about the landing carpet, but then passion took over, and he picked her up and fell with her onto the bed. As they struggled for position, he kicked off his trousers and in the same instant entered her. She gasped as he pushed right in to the hilt and then pulled back out again. She pulled at him and grabbed his hair, nearly pulling it from his head. She ripped at the cheeks of his arse, forcing him deeper into her. She then wrapped her legs around him as if she wanted to crush the wind out of him. He pushed as hard as he could. After pulling his way out of her leg grip, he worked his cock back in again, as deep as he could. 

On the TV, she was seconds from cumming, and her moaning could be heard throughout the room. He was also seconds from cumming and rammed himself into her hot hole as hard as he could. 

She squealed and screamed, "I'm going to cum...push...don't stop!"

He slammed in and out of her hard, and then, with one last plunge, they both hit the orgasmic wall at the same time that Chelsea squirmed in orgasmic pleasure on the TV.

Well, Mr. Driver...I hope you don't treat all your clients as roughly as that!



Caught in the Act



First I need to say, I am not an Adonis. I'm 44 a little overweight. Some say I'm good looking, but that is them. I sit at home and do nothing. I lost my job and have been turned down on over 100 interviews. My self esteem is a little low you might say. Now I sit at home and look at the internet all day. My wife and I are in a practically sexless marriage. Once a month is good enough for her. I on the other hand have a large sex drive and jack off several times a day while usually reading Literotica. That brings me to the story. 

See, several months ago, my mother came to live with us. We have always gotten along, but living together has caused some major tension between us. She basically looks at us or more me as a servant. Constantly leaving trash lying about for me to pick up, or leaving a mess in the kitchen. She also has begun to interfere with my internet time. Staying at home later than I would like or coming home in the middle of the afternoon, causing me to jump and pull up my pants. Its been close a couple of times. 

Last Thursday my wife went out of town. She was going to be gone for 3 days in California. Friday morning, I went to the computer and looked in the driveway for mom's car. It wasn't there, so the shorts came off and dick went up as I sat behind the desk. I went directly to Literotica and started looking at the "Loving wives". I love a good story about women who share themselves with others while hubby joins or watches. After looking at some new stories, my cock started getting hard and wanting some attention. My dick is about 8.5 inches (measured by my wife) and it is really thick. Anyway, I was stroking away and heard a noise in the other room. I got up to look but found nothing. As I sat back down I kicked my shorts to the side and leaned back in the chair resuming my pleasure. Then it happened, I looked up and my mother was standing at the office door watching me. I started to jump up but remembered my pants weren't on, so I leaned forward. She turned and looked off ashamed of what she was seeing. 

I said "Pam, what are you doing, your car isn't here and I thought you were gone. I am so sorry about what you just saw." 

Pam said she was sorry for walking in on me, that her car had gone to the shop and would not start. 

I asked for a little time to get dressed and explain, but she turned and walked away without saying a word. I followed her to her room, and knocked on the door. She answered and told me everything was ok, she just wanted to be alone. I stayed at her door trying to think of something to say when I heard a small moan. I leaned into the door and listened and heard more small moans and whimpers. I reached out and slowly turned the handle to the door and it opened with no noise. I stuck my head around the edge of the door to look in expecting Pam to be crying. What I saw was Pam laying face down, her ass in the air with a hand on her pussy going to town. She was plunging two fingers in her pussy and her thumb was rubbing her clit. I stood motionless watching something I never dreamed I would see. My cock started to rise to the occasion while my mind wondered what I should do. 

I made some type of noise and Pam jerked her head around to see me standing there stroking my cock again like before. She jumped over and tried to cover herself with the bedding. 

I said "Turn about is fair play, right?"

She said "I guess your right, we need to talk so this doesn't get in the way."

She sat up and began unbuttoning her blouse, while I stood once again dumfounded. I wasn't sure what to do, or what was expected. She let me know then that she was sorry for walking in on me and she had enjoyed the show, but it made her realize she wanted more than a show. She took off her bra and I got my first look at those 36D tits of hers. She gripped a nipple and rolled it between her fingers. 

She asked "would you like to suck on these for me?"

I could not resist and went to the side of her bed and grabbed her tit and started licking the nipple like I couldn't get enough. She grabbed my head and held me like a suckling baby. Looking down at me she just moaned and smiled. Then she rolled a little making room for me on the bed. I eagerly moved on and we kissed, oh how we kissed, it was wonderful, it was like we were newlyweds or something. She moved down the bed and took my cock into her mouth and started sucking me off. She moved her tongue around and under. Then onto my balls she took each one into her mouth and sucked them good. Her tongue trailed off and went further south and licked my asshole. That caused me to jump. She knew what to do and how to do it. She went back to my cock and sucked it in deep. Her full lips sliding effortlessly along the hard shaft giving the right amount of pressure. It only took a few minutes of this for me to begin to cum. She could feel it and increased the suction. I screamed out that I was about to cum, she only smiled up at me. She took her mouth off and said "I want it all over my face, it has been so long, and I love the feel and taste of cum." That was all it took. I braced and plunged in one more time, then pulling back while she jacked my dick off, I sprayed a huge load all over her face, mouth and tongue. She wiped it up and licked her fingers then shoved her tongue down my mouth. I have never tasted my own cum but it was great coming out of her mouth. 

Then she laid back and spread her legs "like you said, turn about is fair play" I jumped between those legs and licked softly at her clit. Then down sucking in the lips playing with her ass. She was moaning and asking me to stick my tongue up her ass. I complied readily, shoving it in and swirling it around the rosebud. She tasted fantastic. I went back to her puffy pussy and started sucking on the clit and shoving my tongue in her open hole. Her legs started quivering and she came squirting into my mouth. I kept licking at her till she pulled away and wanted to taste herself on my lips, sucking at them and licking my mustache. 

We spent the next two days making love in everyway imaginable. It still goes on to this day, but my wife found out and left us. We will be married next month. More stories to follow. 



Caught in the Act



It all started the first Thursday in April during his senior year of high school. Adam Crenshaw had decided to celebrate his eighteenth birthday by giving himself an unscheduled holiday. He didn't have any specific plans; he just knew that school was the last place he wanted to spend his birthday. So he left his house on foot, like he did every morning, and began the short walk to school. Only this time, two blocks from home he turned right instead of left and headed for the park.

He had intended to spend the morning on the disc golf course, before heading for the mall. But a sudden, unexpected downpour at 9:30 spoiled his plans. Soaking wet and dejected, the 6'1" blonde haired young man headed for home, knowing he was going to catch hell from his stepmother, Amy.

Adam arrived home, cutting through the garage on his way to the kitchen. It took a second for him to realize that there were no cars in the garage, and another second for his brain to fathom what that meant. His stepmother wasn't home. With a little luck, he could get in the house, change into something dry, and get out without being caught.

He was in his basement bedroom, nearly changed when he heard the garage door going up. "Shit!" he said softly. Quickly, he turned off the lights and waited. With any luck he might still get away with this.

He stood quietly in his room, listening as the car pulled into the garage. A moment later the engine went quiet and the garage door started down. He then heard two car doors closing, followed by the muffled voices of what sounded like two women.

'Now what?' he thought to himself. Every time it looked like he might catch a break, another problem reared its ugly head. Now he not only had his stepmother to deal with, but her friend also, whoever she was.

The kitchen door opened and the women entered. His stepmother was saying something in a soft, inaudible voice, while the other woman was giggling childishly, giggling as only her friend, Becky Peterson, could.

'What's she doing here?' he wondered. Suddenly, it was quiet upstairs - no giggling, no talking. Carefully, Adam eased through his bedroom door and crept towards the bottom of the stairs.

Straining, he could hear what sounded like soft moans. And then silence. "This way," his stepmother said after a moment in a voice he could barely hear. But he could hear their footsteps as they moved through the house. It was with more than a little surprise that he realized where the footsteps were heading -- the master bedroom.

"No way!" Adam gasped. "No fucking way!"

But even as he spoke, he was headed back to his bedroom. In less than a minute he'd finished dressing and grabbed his digital camera. The next thing he knew, he was making his way stealthily up the stairs. One step, pause. Another step, pause. It seemed to take forever to reach the kitchen landing. When he did, he waited, trying to calm his nerves. He listened carefully but heard nothing.

'This is crazy,' he thought. 'I'm letting my imagination run wild.' But he held his ground and kept listening.

Finally, he began to move again, ever so slowly making his way through the kitchen. He finally cleared the dangerous hardwood kitchen floors, reaching the carpeted safety of the family room. And he kept moving.

By the time he reached the hallway leading to the master bedroom, his heart was pounding through his chest. He peered carefully down the hall and saw the master bedroom door standing partly open. He could hear them now - hear them moaning, hear them groaning, hear them encouraging each other.

Quickly now, almost recklessly, he made his way down the hall. When he reached the door he hesitated, took a deep breath, and peered inside.

What he saw was beyond his wildest dreams. There was the Mrs. Peterson, sprawled across the bed, as naked as the day she was born, while Adam's stepmother, still clad in her bra and panties, was sucking on her rapidly rising and falling breast.

Adam nearly came on the spot, almost dropping the camera as he moved away from the door. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He resisted the urge to take a picture now. He wanted Amy in all her glory and he didn't want to risk alerting the lovers prematurely. So he waited.

He waited nearly two minutes before leaning over and peering inside. 'Perfect!' he thought as he saw Amy flat on her back, now completely naked. He raised the camera carefully, snapped several shots, and retreated back around the corner.

He took two more series of shots, pausing a good minute or so between each series. Between all the shots he had a little bit of everything, more than enough for the little scheme that was forming in his mind.

Satisfied, he crept back down the hall, retracing his steps. After several long minutes he reached the kitchen, where he carefully opened the door leading to the garage. The next thing he knew, he was racing down the street towards the park.

* * *

Adam's parents had divorced when he was 5 years old. He'd lived with his mom until her untimely death just over 2 years ago, at which time he moved in with his father and his wife of 6 months, Amy.

Adam and Amy's relationship was strained right from the outset. Although she tried not to show it, it was obvious to Adam that his stepmother was not happy about his sudden intrusion into her life. For Adam's part, he was certain that this woman -- 10 years younger than his father's 46 years -- was only in the marriage for the money, a commodity of which Adam's father had plenty.

To boot, since his dad was often away on business, keeping Adam 'in line' was largely left to Amy.

Sadly, Adam's feelings weren't a whole lot better for his father than they were for Amy. In all the years that Adam lived with his mom, he hadn't seen his father a dozen times. There always seemed to be this big deal or that important issue which urgently needed his attention. The expensive gifts on Christmas and his birthdays never quite made up for his absences.

All in all, the three shared a strained relationship at best. So when Adam saw the opportunity to gain some leverage, he had no remorse whatsoever.

* * *

Adam returned home as he would any other school day and, after exchanging the normal pleasantries with his stepmother, headed straight for his room. Once there, he immediately started the next phase of the plan.

It seemed to take forever for him to copy the pictures onto the discs. He made 3 separate discs, just in case. He chose several pictures, each very explicit and leaving no doubt as to the identity of the lovers, and printed them off.

The next day, immediately after school, he would confront Amy.

* * *

Adam took a deep breath to calm his racing nerves and entered the house. He found his stepmother in the kitchen. "Hi Amy," he said cheerfully. "How was your day?"

"Fine," she answered nonchalantly. "And yours?"

"Fantastic," he replied and immediately headed down to his room.

Several minutes later, he was set. "Amy," he called out. "Could you help me with something for a minute?"

"Sure. What do you need?"

"I'm having a little trouble with an English assignment."

"I'll be right down," she responded.

A few moments later she entered his room. She saw Adam sitting at his computer. "Okay, what seems to be the problem?" And then she stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes took in the slideshow that was dancing across the monitor.

For a moment, the silence was deafening. Amy stared at the pictures as they scrolled one after another across the computer screen. Pictures of herself and Becky Peterson making love. Very explicit pictures.

She turned to face Adam as he rose from his chair.

"Before you say anything," Adam said before Amy could utter an intelligent word, "you should know that I have other copies."

"You little shit!" she yelled as she lunged at him, arms flailing. After a brief struggle, Adam grabbed her arms and pushed her onto his bed.

"As soon as you calm down," he explained as though this was no big deal, "we can discuss this."

But instead, Amy tried to rise from the bed, only to be pushed back down. "Anytime you're ready," Adam said patiently.

She glared at him for a moment. "Fine," she said at last. "What's there to talk about? I suppose you're going to blackmail me, now! Or are you just going to go straight to your father?"

"Well, all I really want is for you to cut me a little slack about curfew and things like that. You know, the normal parent --child issues. You be nice to me, and I'll make sure nothing happens to these pictures. Deal?"

She looked at him suspiciously. "That's all?"

"Well, I will have the pictures in case anything ever comes up," he smiled.

"But you won't tell your father?"

"Not unless you make it necessary."

"You bastard," she said as she rose from the bed and started for the door.

"Hold on a second," he smiled. "There are a couple of minor details we need to clarify." Amy stopped and turned to face him.

"First of all, you are not to come into my room without my permission. Second, you are not to tell Becky Peterson about this. I haven't yet decided how - or if - I'm going to deal with her. If you tell her, the pictures go right to Dad."

Amy stared at him, a puzzled look in her eyes. "What do you have planned for Becky?" she asked.

"At the moment, nothing," Adam answered

For a moment, a cold, icy silence filled the room. When it became evident that Amy had nothing further to say on the subject, Adam picked up an envelope from the corner of the desk and handed it to her. "These are for you," he said. "I thought you might like a set."

She glared at him for a moment, grabbed the envelope and turned for the door. WHACK!!! Before she could take a single step, she felt the sting of her stepson's hand as it smacked against her blue jean covered ass.

"I almost forgot to tell you what a hot looking body you have, Mom." For a moment, she just stood there, uncertain how to react. Finally, as a small tear leaked from the corner of her eye, she rushed out the door and up the stairs, the sound of Adam's laughter ringing in her ears.

*** II ***

It was the following Monday and Adam was headed home from school, daydreaming about recently transpired events. All in all, he couldn't be happier with how things were going. Not once had Amy hassled him about homework. Neither had she badgered him about his comings and goings. And when they had interacted, he'd thoroughly enjoyed her obvious discomfort.

He entered the house through the garage, a large grin on his face, and bounded down the basement stairs. He came up short when Amy stepped through his bedroom door.

"What are you doing in my room?" he barked.

"Nothing," she answered nervously, unable to look him in the eyes.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my room! Weren't my instructions clear enough?" he asked.

"Yes," she murmured.

"Well, why were you in there, then?" There was no response.

"I see," he said momentarily. "You were looking for the discs, weren't you?"

"No," she gasped, a little too strongly. "I was . . . dusting."

He grabbed her by the arm and led her back into his room. "Without a dust cloth?" he asked as he surveyed his room. "Come on Amy, you can do better than that?"

For a moment, the room was silent. Finally, Adam spoke. "First you disobey me, then you lie to me. It looks like you don't understand the situation quite as well as I thought you did. We'll have to remedy that."

Still holding her by the arm, he pushed her roughly towards his desk. "Ouch! You're hurting me," she complained.

"Bend over and put your forearms on the table," he snapped, ignoring her protests. "I think a good old fashioned spanking is just what you need."

"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped, pulling her arm from his grasp and taking a step back.

"Yes, I would," he replied calmly. "Now bend over and put your forearms on the desk."

"No!" she replied emphatically, an icy glare in her eyes.

Adam was quiet for a moment. "Have it your way," he said at last. "I'm sure dad won't be too upset when he sees the pictures. He might not even throw you out on your ass!"

"You're bluffing," she challenged. "You wouldn't dare!"

"We'll see, then, won't we?" Adam smiled as he left the room. He was halfway up the stairs when she came rushing out of his room.

"Wait!" she pleaded. "You're not really going to tell him, are you?"

Adam stopped and smiled. "That's completely up to you, isn't it?"

"Okay, I'll do what you say." She tried to look him in the eyes, but couldn't. "Just don't tell him."

Adam smiled and started back down the stairs. "After you," he said, pointing the way back to his room.

After a moment's hesitation, she turned and went back into the room, heading directly for the desk. But before she could bend over, Adam stopped her.

"You know, it won't really be much of a spanking through your jeans, will it? Maybe you should lower them a bit."

She turned suddenly, mouth hanging open, and started to protest. But she could tell by the look in her stepson's eyes that he was serious, and she hadn't forgotten the consequences of not doing as instructed. Still, she hesitated.

"Don't be shy," Adam teased. "Remember, there's nothing you have that I haven't already seen in exquisite detail."

Slowly, the tears welling up in her eyes, she moved her hands to her belt and unbuckled it.

"Give me the belt," Adam ordered. He could see the dampness in her eyes as she complied. "Now, turn around, undo the jeans and lower them. Panties also."

Amy turned her back to him, fumbled at the snap, and lowered the zipper. She hooked her thumbs in the waist, took a deep breath, and pushed both the jeans and panties over her hips and onto her thighs. She stood there a moment, her bare ass displayed to her stepson. "Is this okay?" she asked in a bitter tone.

Adam smiled to himself. "Push them down to your knees," he answered. "We wouldn't want them getting in the way, would we?"

Without answering, she did as instructed, before bending over and resting her forearms on the desk. As she braced herself for the inevitable, she was flooded with emotions. Anger at her stepson for doing this to her. Anger at herself for getting caught. Fear of the pain he was about to inflict on her. Humiliation for the degrading situation she was in.

But what surprised her most was the little twinge of excitement she felt as she presented her bare ass to her stepson. How she could find excitement in such a degrading, humiliating situation was beyond her. She was by nature an assertive, take-charge woman. She liked being in control. That this situation should excite her even a little made no sense at all.

SLAP!!! Amy screamed out as the belt lashed across her bare ass, but held her position. Then for a moment there was nothing.

SLAP!!! More pain followed by another scream, and another pause.

Fifteen times in all, each followed by a pause that allowed the pain to seep in and the anticipation to build. By the end, Amy was no longer able to maintain her composure, and the tears were streaming down her face. But despite everything, there was also a dampness in her pussy that she could no longer deny.

"That's enough," Adam declared 30 seconds after the final blow. "I think you get the point. Pull up your pants and get out of my room."

She hesitated a moment before pushing herself up from the desk. With her back still to Adam, she bent over and pulled up her pants. After she buttoned them she turned to her stepson. "May I have my belt back?"

He looked at the belt, and then at Amy. "Sure," he smiled. "Just make sure you keep it handy in case it's needed again."

Amy grabbed the belt, turned and hurried out the door. Adam listened as her footsteps climbed the stairs and moved across the floor towards the master bedroom.

When Amy at last reached the safety of her bedroom, she locked the door and threw herself onto the bed. For a while, she lay there, sobbing. But eventually her hand made its way inside the front of her jeans and down to her very aroused pussy.

*** III ***

Tuesday and Wednesday were awkward days for Adam and Amy. Adam spent as much time as possible away from the house. When he was home, the two tried hard to avoid each other. Dinner time proved to be very awkward indeed with Adam's father home.

Thursday brought another overnight business trip for Adam's dad. Adam arrived home from school at the normal time that day, planning on slipping in, dropping off his books, changing his clothes and leaving.

But when he entered his room, he stopped short. It wasn't exactly a mess, but it had obviously been gone through. The closet door was open, one of the desk drawers was slightly ajar with papers sticking out, and the books on the bookshelf were in slight disarray.

Clearly the room had been gone through. But the disturbing thing was that there had been no real effort to hide the ransacking. Was she testing him, he wondered. Did she doubt that he'd follow through with his threats?

He turned, exited the bedroom and started up the stairs. He reached the kitchen, turned and started back towards the master bedroom. He threw open the door without knocking, and saw her sitting on the side of the bed.

"I want to see you in my room right now!" Adam said sternly. Then he turned and, without waiting for an answer, left.

He'd been in his room nearly 2 minutes before he heard the footsteps moving across the floor.

"Can you explain this?" Adam asked when she finally entered his room. Amy stood just a few feet inside the door, her eyes staring at the floor in front of her. She said nothing.

"Are you testing me?" he questioned. "Do you think I won't follow through with my threats?" But his interrogation was met by silence.

"Fine. If that's the way you want it, let's get started. First, straighten up the mess you made." For a moment, Amy held her ground, neither looking at Adam nor making any movement to follow his instructions. Just when he thought she was calling his bluff, though, she turned and moved towards the closet door.

It took her only a minute to take care of the closet door, bookshelf and desk drawer. Then she stopped, turned towards him, and looked him in the eyes, all without uttering a sound.

"Very good. You know what to do next," he said.

Without turning around, Amy undid her belt, pulled it free of the belt loops, and handed it to Adam. Still facing him, she unsnapped her blue jeans and pushed them and her panties over her hips and down her legs. She surprised Adam when she didn't stop at the knees, instead pushing them all the way to the floor and stepping out of them.

She stood up and faced her stepson, now completely naked from the waist down, her only cover a short, skimpy tee shirt. There was a look of challenge in her face that Adam hadn't seen before, and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. But before the silence became too awkward, Amy turned and assumed her position.

For a moment he just looked at her - at the curves of her naked buttocks, at her pussy peeking out at the top of her thighs, and at the backs of her long, slender legs.

Funny, he thought, but before this moment he hadn't looked at this as anything other than blackmail, as leverage he could use to make his life easier. Oh sure, he'd looked at the pictures he'd taken. But that was different. Those were pictures -- this was real.

He looked at her obviously braless back, covered by the loosely fitting plain white tee shirt. In her present position the shirt was riding above the curve of her waist, leaving far more skin revealed than was necessary -- or wise. Adam couldn't help but appreciate her beauty as he felt a tightness developing in his underwear.

For Amy, the anticipation was stoking the fire that was already burning in the heart of her womanhood. Ever since her spanking Monday afternoon, she'd been able to think of nothing else. Try as she might, she couldn't deny that it had turned her on. She couldn't deny that exposing herself to her stepson in such a humiliating manner had been one of the most exciting events of her life.




Caught in the Act



She remembered the torment she'd been through since her husband left that morning. She'd tried to go about her day as normal, but that proved impossible. On three different occasions she found herself standing on the top of the basement stairs. And on three different occasions she'd turned around, not venturing down into Adam's realm.

But the fourth time was different. The fourth time she didn't turn around. The fourth time she found the nerve to climb down the stairs, to enter his room, and to plant her evidence.

And now she waited while he examined her, while he checked her out. And she felt her excitement growing even stronger.

SLAP!!! It had taken Adam nearly 3 minutes to deliver the first blow. Despite the anticipation, the blow still managed to catch Amy unprepared, resulting in a scream that startled even Adam. But she held her position, and she waited.

Like before, Adam waited several moments between each blow, allowing the sting to settle in and the anticipation to grow.

The fourth blow came. SLAP!!!

"Yes," Amy hissed.

That was the last thing Adam expected to hear, and it stunned him momentarily. But he recovered quickly, composing himself enough to deliver the next blow. SLAP!!!

"Oh my God," Amy moaned again.

By now there was an excitement in the air that was seizing control as Adam delivered a series of blows. SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!

"Harder," his stepmother cried out.

SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! Another series of blows rained down on her buttocks.

She screamed again.

Adam paused at last, dropping the belt to the floor. He reached out and touched the bright red welts that covered his stepmother's ass. She jumped at the touch, but offered no further protest. She lowered her head to the desktop, moaning softly, as he lightly rubbed her enflamed ass.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you liked that." She didn't answer, keeping her silence as he continued rubbing her cheeks.

He slid his hand down her ass to her pussy, meeting no resistance from Amy. Tentatively, he eased his fingers into her, finding her juices already flowing freely. "Well, well, well," he said. "It looks like you really are getting off on this."

There was no response.

He placed his left hand on her back, just below the bottom of the tee shirt. Slowly, he inched the shirt up her back. Still, there was no response.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered.

Despite everything that had happened, Adam was still surprised when, without hesitation, Amy lifted herself up from the table and stripped off the shirt. She turned her head towards him as he looked her over. He started at the feet, then rose slowly to drink in her still firm legs and tight ass. He moved up a tummy that displayed only a touch of baby fat, before pausing to admire her C-cup breasts and the nipples that were perched proudly atop the beautiful orbs. He met her eyes, completing the survey of his brown haired, 5'9" stepmother. Neither said a word. Finally, she turned her head away and lowered herself back to the desktop.

SLAP!!! This time, it was with his hand. And this time it was not as hard.

He slid the fingers of his right hand back to her pussy and eased them in, as his left hand moved towards her breast as it hung below her. He squeezed her tit hard as he stroked his fingers in and out. He could feel her body reacting.

"Hurry," she whispered.

He hesitated briefly. "What?" he asked.

"Hurry. Please hurry," she pleaded, a growing edginess creeping into her voice.

"My dear Amy," Adam said sarcastically. "I'm afraid you're going to have to beg for my services." SLAP!!!

Amy gasped as the blow landed on her tender buttocks. "Fuck me, damn it!" she whispered. "Please, just fuck me."

Adam moved behind his stepmother, quickly undoing his belt and unsnapping his jeans. In a matter of seconds his pants and underwear were bunched around his knees and his cock was in hand, pointed directly at her pussy.

He pressed his tool against the entrance to her womanhood and hesitated. He reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back towards him. "Do you want it?" he barked.

"Yes!" she hissed.

"Yes, what?" he shot back.

"Yes I want your cock in me," she gasped. "Please."

Without releasing her hair, he rammed his cock into her as her arms collapsed and her body was shoved flat against the desktop. He pounded her mercilessly, intoxicated by the power he held over her.

He then released her hair, grabbed hold of her shoulders, and kept pounding his meat into her.

"Oh shit!" she screamed out. "Oh God, I'm cuming."

Adam could feel her body convulsing as he kept up his attack. A moment later he felt his own body jerking spasmodically as he unloaded into her.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her. They both gasped for breath as the feeling of ecstasy washed over them. It was some time before either of them regained their strength.

Adam was the first to move, pushing his body from hers and taking a step backwards. He reached down and gingerly pulled his pants up, before walking to the side of his bed and easing his body down.

It was a few minutes later when Amy eased herself off of the desk and onto the bed beside Adam. Moments later, the naked stepmother was sound asleep in the arms of her stepson.

*** IV ***

The cobwebs cleared slowly from Amy's head. She opened her eyes and sat up. Slowly, it was all coming back. She was in her stepson's room, on his bed and completely naked. According to the clock on the nightstand it was five o'clock and she'd been out for an hour and a half. Adam was nowhere to be seen.

She flopped back down on the bed and stared blankly towards the ceiling. She should be ashamed of herself, but she wasn't. What she did was disgusting -- unforgivable. But she didn't care. She'd put herself wantonly into a situation that called for her stepson to punish her -- to spank her. She'd bared her body to him and begged him to take her. And take her he did. Rudely, hungrily. And she'd cum like she'd never cum before.

She sat up again and looked around the room. Her clothes were gone. In their place she noticed her white robe -- the silk one that barely covered her ass -- lying on Adam's desk with her white high-heeled pumps sitting next to it. There was a note on the robe. "You are to wear this," was all it said. She looked around. There were no panties, and no bra - just the shoes, the robe and the sash that held it together.

A short little note -- just five words. But she immediately recognized it for what it was -- a declaration of control. In a strange way, her actions of earlier that afternoon had freed her from his control. No longer was she alone subject to the threat of blackmail. Now, if one of them went down, they both went down. Adam was subject to his father's wrath for sleeping with his stepmother, just as Amy was for sleeping with Becky Peterson. She knew that now she could walk away from this perverse scene and regain some semblance of her life.

She rubbed her hand gently over her still tender buttocks and stared at the note. How long she stood there considering the situation, she couldn't say. In the end, the question was simple - how could she go back to the way things were, knowing the intense pleasure she'd gotten from surrendering herself so completely to her stepson?

She took a deep breath and reached for the robe.

A nervous smile crossed her lips as she put on the robe - tying the sash loosely around her waist. She slipped on the high heels and headed for the stairs, not at all certain she was making the right decision.

* * *

It was nearly six o'clock when she heard the door open. She hopped to her feet nervously -- still wearing the white robe and high heels -- and waited by the entrance to the family room. When she saw him enter the kitchen, she smiled. But the smile was short lived.

"Hi, Amy," Adam smiled. "You remember Charlie, don't you?"

"Hey, Mrs. Crenshaw," Charlie smiled, his eyes drawn immediately to her scantily covered body.

Amy had not known exactly what to expect when Adam returned home. One thing she hadn't expected, however, was Adam bringing home a friend. Her eyes darted from Adam to Charlie, and back to Adam. When she noticed Charlie staring at her she gasped. "Oh my! Please excuse me." She turned quickly and started for the door.

"Before you go," Adam said, interrupting her flight to safety. "Could you get us a couple of Cokes?"

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face her stepson. Adam and Charlie were already making themselves comfortable at the kitchen table. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, before finally turning to the refrigerator. Nervously, she opened the refrigerator door and grabbed two cokes.

"Here you are." She placed the cokes on the table between the boys and turned to leave. She made it three steps.

"If you don't mind, could we have them in a glass, over ice?"

She stopped again, just a few short steps from the door. After a moment's hesitation she turned to face the boys. "Sure," she responded nervously.

She retrieved the cokes from the table and returned to the kitchen. As she was opening the cupboard where the glasses were kept, Adam interrupted her again. "Could we have mugs instead of glasses?"

The glasses were in the cupboard in front of her at shoulder height. The mugs were in the cupboard over the refrigerator on the opposite wall from the boys. The glasses she could get with little more embarrassment than she'd already endured. The mugs would require her stretching over her head to reach the cupboard, fully exposing her assets in the process.

She realized what he was doing. He was showing off his prize to his best friend, while at the same time establishing just how far he could push her.

And she also knew that if she turned now and did his bidding, she would be powerless to walk away later. Damn him, she thought as she bit her lip and took a slow, deep breath to steady her trembling nerves.

She turned slowly to face the boys and took another deep breath. "Sure," she answered at last. "Why not?"

She stretched up to the cupboard, grabbed a mug, and lowered it to the counter. She felt a shiver of excitement run through her body as the bottom of her robe slid up over her ass, putting her wares clearly on display for the young men. Excitedly, she repeated the process for the second mug. Only the second time she found herself holding her stretch several seconds longer than necessary as the urges in her body began taking control.

Charlie watched while Adam worked his stepmother -- much as a puppeteer would work the wooden, brainless figures dancing at the end of his strings. Adam had told him what had happened, warned him what to expect. Even so, he was totally unprepared for what was transpiring. Totally unprepared for the naked derriere that his best friend's stepmother had so brazenly displayed to them.

It seemed to take forever for the foam to subside enough for Amy to top off the mugs. When they were finally full, she picked them up, turned and proceeded to the table. Moving between the two boys, she bent slightly at the waist and set them down.

As she did, she felt Adam's hand slide under her robe and onto her ass. She turned towards him as he squeezed her cheek gently. He returned her look briefly, just the hint of a smile on his face, before turning to Charlie.

She closed her eyes when, a moment later, she felt Charlie's hand sliding onto her other cheek. She held her position briefly before she straightened up and backed away, never allowing Charlie to see her lust-filled eyes.

"Will there be anything else?" she asked.

Adam slid his chair back from the table and turned it towards Charlie. "Why don't you join us?" he replied as he patted his lap.

Both boys watched her as she drew a deep breath, released it and moved towards Adam. She eased herself carefully onto his lap and waited for what they all knew was inevitable.

Initially, however, Adam just held her hips nonchalantly, as if having his scantily clad stepmother sitting on his lap was an everyday occurrence. For a long moment, that was all there was. Amy looked down towards her lap, noticing that the front of her robe was barely covering her pussy. She shifted nervously, still waiting, very much aware of the two sets of male eyes boring down on her.

At long last, Adam released her hips and began running his fingers through her hair. The silence was becoming deafening, the tension mounting. His hands moved to her shoulders, lightly massaging them.

She wanted to scream. Hurry, damn you! Hurry!

It was as if he could read her thoughts as his hands slid down her arms and reached around her, each one taking firm hold of a breast.

She closed her eyes and sighed, moaning ever so softly as he massaged her through the robe. He toyed with her bosom for several wonderful minutes as the fire grew hotter and hotter in her loins.

"Untie your robe," he whispered. "Remove the sash and set it on the table."

She raised her head, meeting Charlie's gaze with her own. He smiled slightly as she moved her hands to the sash and slowly undid the knot. Holding the flimsy garment closed with her left hand, she pulled the sash free with her right and placed it on the table. She returned her hands to her lap and waited, still looking at Charlie.

Adam slid his fingers under the robe near her neck and slowly pulled the garment over her shoulder. Almost immediately the front fell open to reveal her full, heaving bosom, with her nipples sticking out firm and proud before her.

And then the robe slid completely free, falling limply onto Adam's lap, where Adam quickly picked it up and tossed it aside.

Silence!

Amy stared at Charlie while Charlie stared at her tits. His mouth hung open as he watched the magnificent orbs rise and fall with each breath. From the corner of her eye she saw Adam pick up the sash with his right hand while he pulled her left hand behind her.

Her heart fluttered when he began tying the sash to her wrist, but she didn't resist. "You like this, don't you?" he asked.

Amy lowered her head, no longer able to look at Charlie. She didn't answer the question.

After a moment, he spoke again. "I asked you a question."

Still, she didn't respond.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked abruptly.

"No! Don't stop." There was a pleading in her voice, a desperation. She raised her head again and looked at Charlie. "Please don't stop," she whispered.

Adam finished with the left wrist and repeated the process with the right one, leaving about a foot of sash between her wrists. It restricted her movements enough to serve as a constant reminder of just who was in control, yet it wouldn't interfere with whatever the boys had in mind.

She tugged lightly on the sash and found it securely tied, yet with enough slack for her to bring each hand just around her sides.

Next, Adam reached around her, slipped his hands between her thighs and spread her legs wide. His right hand moved quickly to her pussy -- which was already wet with excitement -- while his left hand made its way to her breasts. She closed her eyes and shivered as his fingers lightly stroked her clit.

"And just what is it you want us to do?" Adam asked teasingly as he fondled her bosom and stroked her clit.

By now, Amy was desperate for release. "Fuck me!" she pleaded in a raspy voice. "Please fuck me."

"And if we do that for you, what will you do for us?" he pried.

"Anything," she whispered desperately. "Anything at all."

"Will you be my slut?"

She turned her head as far as she could and peered into his eyes. "I already am," she said softly.

With that, Adam squeezed her tits and shoved his fingers into her steaming cunt. She responded by grinding her ass into his lap and moaning. She closed her eyes as he continued his attack, working his magic on her desperate pussy while squeezing her breasts roughly.

She opened her eyes and saw Charlie standing before her unbuttoning his shirt. She watched as the dark haired 18-year-old removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. A moment later her eyes were riveted to his crotch as he slid his pants and underwear slowly down his legs, freeing his pained manhood at last.

The sight of Charlie's nakedness, along with Adam's continued attention to her pussy and tits, was all she needed. Very soon, she felt the tingling sensations deep within her that signaled the onset of her orgasm. Her arms strained at the sash as the orgasm hit. She moaned, pressing herself against her stepson's hands as she succumbed to the pleasure of the moment. But she never took her eyes off of Charlie's prize.

As her mind started to clear, she heard Adam's voice. "Stand up." She stumbled to her feet slowly, unsteadily. From there, Charlie took over. He stood beside her, his front facing her side. He rubbed one hand slowly over her ass, while his other hand pulled her bound hands aside.

SLAP!!! Amy jumped unsteadily on her still wobbly legs as the unexpected blow landed on her bare ass. "I understand you like to be spanked," Charlie chided. "Maybe we'll pursue that avenue another time. Right now, though, I've got something else in mind."

He turned her so her back was to the kitchen table and slid his hands under her arms. Lifting her easily, he rested her ass on the edge of the table and eased her down until she was looking up at him from a prone position.

He reached down and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up until her legs were braced against his chest and shoulders, and quickly positioned his cock against her pussy. He hesitated, marveling at the lust in her eyes, and at how he could have such power over a woman 18 years his senior. Then slowly, he slid his meat in.

Amy gasped as he entered her, thrusting herself against him. He placed his hands on her sides as he started pistoning slowly in and out, establishing a rhythm with her grinding pussy. He slid his hands up to her breasts and grabbed her roughly, squeezing and pinching the mounds as they rose and fell with each gasping breath.

As her movements became more rushed, he grabbed her nipples. He pinched them roughly, eliciting a yelp of pain from her, but he held firm. He pulled on them as they both neared their orgasms, his pounding rhythm taking on a greater urgency.

It was Amy who came first, screaming out as her second orgasm built upon the first, leaving her writhing helplessly on the tabletop as Charlie began dumping his cum into her pussy.

Finished, she lay there dreamily, spent from the frantic fucking she'd just received, while her recent sex life flashed before her eyes. She'd always been a bit conservative sexually -- at least she had been before Becky. That affair was by far the most adventurous thing she'd ever been involved in - until now.

And look at her now, sprawled out wantonly on the kitchen table, trying to recover from the orgasms her stepson and his 18 year-old friend had just inflicted on her. She'd even promised to be Adam's slut, just so they'd fuck her. And all this after earlier in the day staging it so her stepson would spank and fuck her.

A slight smile crossed her face. Adam's slut, she thought. It had a nice ring to it.

She felt Charlie's cock sliding out of her pussy.

"On your feet, slut," Adam said. "We're not through with you yet."

She opened her eyes and struggled to her feet, finding it somewhat difficult without the use of her wrists. She looked at Adam, naked now, and smiled wearily. She hadn't actually seen him naked before. Earlier, he'd been behind her when he dropped his drawers, and he'd pulled them up immediately after he'd finished. Now he stood before her with all his aroused glory pointing straight at her. And she smiled again.

Adam grabbed her roughly by the hair and pushed her towards the family room. "Bend over," he barked when he'd positioned her behind the sofa.




Caught in the Act



She was a little less than graceful, bending over the sofa in high heels with her hands still bound. And she felt far less than ladylike with her face buried in the sofa cushions, her hands tied behind her, and her ass sticking up so prominently for all to see.

It wasn't long before she felt Adam stepping up behind her and pressing his cock against her pussy. She'd been certain that, given her present position, he was going to spank her. She actually found herself a little disappointed when he didn't. Her disappointment melted away quickly, however, when he began sliding his engorged cock into her.

But after just a few thrusts, he stopped, sliding his manhood out of her moist home. "Noooo," she moaned, thinking he was teasing her. But her confusion was short lived when she felt his cock pressing up against her dark hole.

She immediately tensed up. Nobody had ever taken her there before. Nobody, in fact, had ever asked.

She felt the tip of his cock enter her slightly, then withdraw. "Relax," he said calmly as she tensed up.

'Easy for you to say,' she swore under her breath as he entered her again, a little farther this time, and withdrew. With his hands on her cheeks, he spread her wide and eased in again, slower this time, and deeper still.

She moaned as he stretched her to the limit, easing his manhood in a little farther with each new push until finally, he was all the way in. She found herself biting the cushions, not quite certain how to react to the pain, or to the pleasure.

And then he was easing into her again. Soon, all thought of the pain vanished and she could feel her body responding. She moaned again, arching her ass back to meet his newest attack as she felt those familiar feelings building within her.

She moaned desperately as he picked up his pace, pounding her harder and faster. Soon, she could feel the familiar pleasure hanging just off in the distance, just beyond reach. He slammed her harder, pressing her against the sofa as the intensity continued to build. Her head was swimming with confusion. It shouldn't feel this good. It just shouldn't . . . but it did.

She felt Adam's body tense up as he rammed his meat home, groaning as he began shooting his load. Then he hit her with one more thrust, leaving her writhing and screaming as her own orgasm overpowered her.

She passed out then, overwhelmed by everything that had happened. When she finally came to, she could hear the boys talking in the kitchen. She stayed as she was for a while -- bent over the sofa with her hands still tied -- and tried to regain her composure. Finally, she felt ready to struggle to her feet.

She walked unsteadily back to the kitchen and found the boys sitting fully dressed at the kitchen table. She stood in the entrance to the kitchen and waited. After a moment, Adam looked up. "Come over here," he said.

She walked over to him and turned around, presenting her bound wrists to him. When he finished untying her, she retrieved the robe from the floor, put it on, and wrapped the sash loosely around it.

She turned back to the boys. "I'm famished," she said. "What's for dinner."

* * * * * * *

As always, your comments and suggestions are welcome.



Caught in the Act



Jennie hated herself at the moment. She was wearing white stretch fabric pants with no underwear, was sitting on a bus stop in the middle of a long empty road and had to pee like a racehorse. There were no bushes or trees anywhere near her so unless she wanted to squat to pee for anyone passing by to see her which she didn't she just had to hold it until the bus finally came. The potty on the bus was cramped and stank but at least it was private, unlike out here. She clamped her legs together and tried not to think about her bladder throbbing in her midsection, she knew damn well that she shouldn't have had that last soda but she drank it anyway and now she was paying the price.

As if she wasn't suffering enough a really hot guy was walking down the road towards her, knowing her luck she would loose control of herself right as he walked by and piss all over the ground right in front of him. As he walked up to the bench she didn't but he didn't walk by her either, he sat down right next to her and began to talk.

"Been waiting long?" he asked. She was trying to focus on not pissing herself so much that it took her a second to realize he was talking to her.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, about thirty minutes I think." At least it felt that long, she started bobbing one leg up and down, he was really hot and shirtless to boot. Her top wasn't very big due to the heat but she didn't have much to fill it. She often complained that she'd had zits that were bigger than her tits but he didn't seem to mind. She caught him trying to check out what little cleavage she had, unembarrassed she was actually flattered.

"Ahh, ok. The bus must be running late again."

"When was it supposed to be here?" she asked hopeful.

"Right about now actually."

"Oh, yeah then it is running late." She was starting to curse her bad luck. Her bladder hurt so bad she could barely sit up straight, not only that but this really cute guy seemed to be interested in her and all she could do was keep her mouth shut and focus on the restraint needed to keep from pissing all over the ground.

"Where you coming from?" he asked genuinely curious.

"Huh? Oh school." She almost missed that he was talking to her again.

"Really? Which one?"

"The uh," she shifted uncomfortably on her seat. "The community college up the road about three miles. I was visiting a friend."

"Oh ok, so you aren't from around here?" he asked disappointment clear in his voice despite his efforts to hide it.

"No sorry." She smiled warmly. "But I visit a lot so I'm kind of familiar with the area." Except for the nearest bathroom, she added to herself, her crotch was starting to feel a little wet she was hoping it was sweat from the hot day they were in the middle of.

"Oh cool, my name's Brad." He held out his hand, she shook it and smiled broadly.

"I'm Jennie." The motion had unfortunately caused a slight crack in her efforts to keep the dam shut and she felt a small amount of pee spurt from her. She clamped her legs tighter hoping to close the gate back up. Where was that damn bus?

"Its good to meet you," he continued. "I actually go that school, Bernhard Community Collage. It's named after my Great-Great Grandfather."

"Really?" Jennie tried not to get to excited or she'd loose control again.

"Yeah my whole family went to that school."

"Sounds like quite a tradition." Jennie started bouncing her legs up and down again.

"Yeah it is, are you ok?"

Jennie felt another spurt of urine at her surprise. He could obviously tell she wasn't doing so good.

"Yeah I'm fine." She lied hoping to change the subject and clamp down on her disobedient bladder. She could feel another spurt coming on and looked down the road, no bus anywhere in sight.

"So what classes are you taking at the school?"

"Biology and Chemical science, I'm hoping to go to med school when I graduate."

"That sounds awesome." Another spurt of pee sprung from her piss canal. If that bus didn't show up in the next minute or so she was going to loose control in front of Brad and loose him as well. She closed her eyes trying to will the pee to hold back, another spurt of urine was her response but this one lasted about a second, much longer than the others.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Brad asked again concern in his voice.

Biting her lower lip she nodded. Another second long spurt of urine exited her bladder. "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure." She spread her legs to try and become more comfortable and instantly regretted it, her bladder won the fight to keep the urine in and she began peeing right through the fabric of her pants. A sizeable wet spot was already there and now was rapidly spreading all over her crotch, the stream was also strong enough to shoot right through the fabric of her pants and arc over the edge of the bus bench onto the ground making a loud splattering sound as it hit the dry earth. Her muscles completely relaxed by themselves and the stream grew stronger and longer as she pissed herself right in front of Brad who sat staring at the display with his mouth hanging open. Jennie was frozen with humiliation, she could not believe that she had lost control like this, her eyes became as big as saucers and her mouth clamped shut in a slight frown, she didn't dare look at what she was doing all over herself.

About twenty to thirty seconds later the stream finally abated and she closed her legs trying to hide the wet patch of fabric that now covered her entire crotch and her ass as well. She looked away from Brad out over the road completely mortified, her pants were completely soaked and she had no change of clothes, all she could do was sit there in her piss soaked pants and wait for the bus which was still nowhere to be seen.

"Damn." Brad said finally. Jennie still didn't look at him. 

"I'm so sorry I did that." She finally said.

"Don't be sorry, that was hot."

"Huh?" Jennie looked at him startled. He was smiling and had not taken his eyes off of her wet crotch. Even though her legs were pressed together the urine had spread far enough it could still be seen. She looked at his crotch and sure enough he was pitching a tent in his pants.

"You thought that was sexy?" she asked confused.

"Yeah. Its stupid I know, just forget I said anything." He turned away obviously a little flustered. She stood up and walked in front of him no longer ashamed she displayed her wet crotch proudly.

"I have to pee still, want to see me in action again?" she had a pee fetish that she had never admitted to anyone, even her boyfriend so knowing that Brad found her pissing her pants hot was a real turn-on to her. Besides, her boyfriend was cheating on her with some cheerleader skank, why not get some revenge?

"Yeah." Brad said eager for more.

Jennie spaced her legs wide enough apart that he could get a good view but far enough that she would dribble piss down her legs as well. Her bladder still hurt a little but felt better than it had before. She had spent a long time teaching herself to pee on command so cutting loose in front of Brad was easy for her, she had waited a long time for just this kind of guy to come along. Her urine flowed freely this time spraying right through the fabric of her pants and forming a good solid stream onto the ground, it splattered loudly and formed a puddle quickly. The wet spot in her pants grew to include the inside of her legs as her pee flowed over her thighs and calves to join the growing pool on the ground. After the long piss she had just had she was surprised she could muster this much more urine but she pissed on. Extremely turned on at what she was doing she pulled off her top and began playing with her tits, squeezing and tweaking her nipples while she pissed. Brad decided to join in the fun and pulled his pants down around his ankles and began stroking his long cock staring at Jennie's large stream of pee and rapidly growing puddle.

Jennie felt her bladder finally empty and she pushed what little she had left out through her pants which were now soaked to the point of translucence. Two or three last squirts of urine and she was done her pussy lips plainly visible through the fabric.

"That was incredible." Brad said breathless masturbating furiously.

"Let me take care of that." Jennie bent over and took his cock into her mouth closing her lips around the base of his shaft and sliding up the length of it. She crouched in front of him to get more comfortable while she sucked him off, he moaned loudly and she could see him close his eyes as she pleasured him with her mouth and tongue. She teased the head before taking him all the way down and up again, wrapping one hand around his shaft she also stroked him while she sucked his large member driving him to the edge of ecstasy.

"Oh god I think I'm going to come."

"Not in my mouth you aren't." she let him fall out of her mouth and stood up to take of her pants. Nude, she straddled him so that he could lick her pussy.

"Lick the piss of my cunt, do a good job and I'll fuck you silly." She demanded testing him. He obeyed leaning in and licking her pussy lips and tonguing her clit driving her wild with desire. He moved from her pussy to her thighs and back again sometimes tongue-fucking her and sucking her clit to hardness. A minute or two of that and she had to have him inside her, she pushed his head back and straddled his cock pressing the head against her folds for a second or two before sliding it deep inside her. The two lovers sucked in their breaths simultaneously as she took him all the way to the hilt, he felt better than he looked. Pussy wet from love juice, saliva and urine she had no difficulty accepting his large tool and she rode him slowly at first gaining rhythm with each stroke and moaning loudly each time their waists came together in a loud smack. He was holding onto her hips and gripping her ass tightly, she grabbed his hair and held on tightly as she fucked him on the bench riding him harder and faster with each stroke.

"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore! I'm going to come!" she yelled out loud as she came in an explosive orgasm.

"Me too!" Brad shouted as he shot load after load of hot jizz into her pussy. Their orgasms seemed to last forever as wave after wave of their passion rode over them before they finally slumped on top of each other on the bench spent and covered in sweat.

"You folks going to get on or not?" the bus driver shouted at them from the bus. The doors were wide open and every passenger on the bus was watching them through the windows. They had never even heard the bus pull up.

"Oh shit! Yes I need to get on!" Jennie shouted at the driver.

"Well get your clothes back on, I'll wait but hurry up." He smiled at her shaking his head.

"Uh this isn't my bus." Brad said disappointed. He continued to clamber back into his jeans. Jennie had just put on her top and grabbed her pants holding up and looking at the pee soaked fabric.

"Shit, I can't wear these."

"Here." Brad handed her a pair of shorts from his backpack. They were clearly swim trunks that would fit most be they male or female. Jennie kissed him and hurriedly wrote down her number.

"Can you read this?" she asked as she climbed into the shorts.

"Yeah."

"Hurry up I have to go." The bus driver shouted from the open door of the bus, most of the passengers had turned back to whatever they had been doing when the bus originally pulled up.

"Call me please! Thank you!" She ran up the stairs and gave the driver her ticket.

"Thank you! I will!"

Jennie turned towards the crowd embarrassed that she had been caught having sex with a total stranger by a busload of people. Everyone applauded her as she moved towards her seat and she stopped to give a half curtsey before sitting down. At least she had put on a good show.



Caught in the Act



It was early afternoon and the drive home was exhausting. I was still an hour away and really looking forward to the end of this whole trip. I had been gone for a week and was planning to surprise my wife, Beth, by coming home on Friday instead of late Saturday. I talked to her last night and she sounded disappointed that I wouldn't be home until then. 

I turned onto my street right around 12:00 or so and noticed her car in the driveway and another car parked on the street in front. This was rather odd and intriguing because she works days from 7:00-3:30. "Ah," I thought, she must be home for lunch, but then I wondered about the strange car in front. The street that we live on is nice and quiet and since we have very little traffic, you tend to learn what vehicles your neighbors drive. Maybe it was someone from out of town visiting one of them.

I pulled up behind the other car since I knew my wife would be leaving to return to work shortly and sat there for a moment thinking how tired I was. I opened the door and climbed out, reaching high into the air with my arms and raising up on my toes, stretching my cramped up body. I closed the car door and figured I would carry my luggage in later after I had a drink and maybe a nap. 

I grabbed the doorknob and gave it a twist, finding it unlocked. She never locks the door, even though I am constantly on her about it. I could have knocked or rang the doorbell and surprised her when she opened the door but I figured I would sneak in and scare the crap out of her, serves her right for not listening to me. I slowly pulled the door open so that it didn't squeak as it rubs the door jam. Sticking my head in slowly, I didn't see her but I hear the TV on in the bedroom. Maybe she stayed home sick or something, she never called me to say that she was feeling bad though. I crept inside and slowly pushed the door shut behind me, turning the knob again as it cleared the doorframe. I slipped my shoes off and slowly slipped through the living room and down the hallway. The closer I got to the bedroom the clearer the sounds from the TV, or so I thought was the TV, were becoming. What the hell was she watching, it almost sounded like a porno. Then I had an idea, I was going to push the door open and bust her masturbating in the bed on her lunch break. This would be great! The door was partially ajar and as I reached it, I leaned closer to get a peek before I burst in on her.

She wasn't masturbating at all. In fact, what I saw made my heart hit the floor. There was my wife lying on the bed with her legs spread wide all right, wearing a pair of black lace topped stockings but she wasn't masturbating. Another man was on top of her fucking her with this huge cock as she moaned loudly and clawed at the sheets. Then I realized who this other guy was. It was Dan, a good friend of ours! I can't believe he would betray my friendship like this and I couldn't help but wonder what his wife, Sarah, would think if she knew that he and my wife were carrying on this illicit affair.

"What a cheating bitch," I thought. How could she, after all these years, be fucking some other guy while I'm out of town, or so she thought I was out of town. I wandered if this is what she did every day while I was gone and how long this might have been going on.

I stood there contemplating how to handle the situation. I peeked back in again and now she had her stocking clad legs wrapped around him, calling out for him to fuck her, over and over again. He was giving it alright and then he stopped. He sat up, grabbed her legs and put them together as he wrapped his arms around them. He then slowly pushed forward into her and she gasped aloud. She whimpered something to him and I heard him chuckle. He then pushed forward and quickly pulled back again. This time she reached out for him and begged him to give it all to her. He did, he lunged into her and she flexed her legs and raised her ass off the bed and shifted backwards. He hit bottom in her and he knew it. He started thrusting forward in a steady rhythm as she swung her head from side to side moaning and groaning like she does when I pin her legs back and drive my own cock deep and hard.

I couldn't believe I was just standing there watching what was going on instead of putting a stop to it. To add to the shock of it all, I could feel my cock growing against my leg as it hung loosely in my boxers. I reached down and massaged it firmly and felt it rise to my touch.

Just as I was getting over the whole initial shock of my discovery, Dan pulled out of her and a woman, who must have been obscured by my view, climbed onto the bed and leaned down to her crotch where Dan had just been. She was completely naked, her hair dark and curly with a soft shine to it. "Oh my God," it was Sarah, Dan's wife! Dan stood just off to the side stroking his huge cock that was glistening in the little bit of light that shown though partially open curtains. Obviously she was pretty wet and his cock was reflecting a good coating of her juices. Sarah leaned down and began to lap at my wife's hot sex as my wife reached out, placing a hand on her head. I never dreamed that my wife would let another woman touch her sexually as she was always acting apposed to such ideas when we would watch a porno together. Her legs squirmed out straight and then bent back up. Obviously she was enjoying Sarah's tongue and was not trying to conceal the pleasure that she was being given. 

As her pussy was being given a lesbian oral assault, Dan climbed up onto the bed and scooted toward her on his knees. My wife immediately reached out and grabbed his cock and led him closer to her face as if his cock was a leash. She leaned her head out as it came to her and took the purple and swollen head between her lips and moaned her approval for it. She stroked it slowly with her hand as she twisted back and forth on it. His hand had a grasp on the back of her head and held her to her task. She popped his cock from her lips and took a deep gasp of air and then began running her tongue up and down the bottom of his thick shaft.

My eyes went back to Sarah who was planted between my bride's thighs, her ass raised into the air, as she stood there bent over the end of my bed. Her dark locks had fallen over her face and she constantly brushed it back repeatedly. I always thought Sarah was hot and I must admit to fantasizing about her on more than one occasion while I jerked my cock in private. Sometimes when they came over to hang out with us, she would have on a soft flowing but seductively short sundress or a hot little denim mini. I wanted to walk in and hold those soft locks back for her but I stood there frozen in my hallway, unable to move. Beth's legs were moving faster shifting around until she raised them off the bed. Her belly tightened and her breasts heaved. Her lips parted and the cock plopped out as she began to loudly voice her orgasm. Sarah rapidly swung her head from side to side, rubbing her lips and tongue in a fervid motion. Dan had his hand back on his cock and was massaging it from its thick base up the pulsing head and rubbing her spit, mixed with pre-cum, over the tip with his fingers. My wife continued to orgasm long and hard, bucking wildly as Sarah refused to relinquish her mouths grip on my wife's hot cunt.

I absolutely could not believe what I had stumbled upon this afternoon. I still had no clue how to handle the situation. I couldn't complain to Sarah for Dan's infidelity, as she was obviously greatly involved in it too. Obviously this was not their first time sharing another woman. I wandered how long they had been doing this and wandered how they were able to seduce Beth. Why did she not voice her curiosities to me? I thought we had a very open line of communication between us, obviously I was wrong. My cock was still throbbing in my pants and I reached inside to rearrange it to a more comfortable position. I felt the tell tale stickiness of my own pre-cum drooling from the tip and the back of my hand felt a slimy spot on the material of my shorts. I was definitely turned on yet fighting the feelings of jealousy. My head was spinning and short-circuiting from overload. I slowly tiptoed to the kitchen and got a glass of cold water as secretly as I could. I drank the tall glass of water and refilled it, then drank it down as well. If this is what she enjoyed and I was getting turned on from it then maybe I should embrace it and we could share in the benefits of it. For 15 years I was faithful to her without a slip. Sure, I had my chances when I would travel. A hotel bar, relaxing after a meeting while on business, a sexy woman that was also away from home, small talk and too many drinks. Sometimes it was hard to walk away and not try my luck but I always kept myself on track and went back to my room alone to lie in bed and masturbate while thinking, "what if." I turned to head back down the hall with my curiosity heavily taking over any rational thoughts.

Back at the bedroom door, I peeked in again and this time Dan had his wife on the bed turned over and up on her hands and knees, her sexy rounded ass pointing seductively upwards. Dan was shuffling up toward her, cock in hand. She wagged her ass him, he answered her motions with a sharp downward blow of his open hand on her left ass cheek. He smacked it hard and the sound reverberated through my ears. "She's a wild one," I thought. She wagged her ass at him again as if asking him if that's all he had. He released the grip on his cock and brought his other hand down sharply on her opposite round globe. This time she reached back and tenderly rubbed her golden tanned skin. Dan grabbed Sarah by the hips and pulled her back into his lap as he thrust his hips forward to meet her. Sarah let out a sigh and gyrated her ass in circles as if she were trying to find more room in her exquisite body to accommodate her husbands above average size. Beth sat down on the edge of the bed behind Dan and reached between his legs to rub his clean-shaven balls with the tips of her petite fingers. Dan looked back at Beth and smiled at her as she leaned up and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Sarah began rocking back and forth, acting impatient and horny for some cock. She was impaling herself with long slow motions, evidently, savoring every throbbing vein in his manhood as her body took his girth. Beth broke away from his kiss and pushed his legs apart. She lay down on her back and slid her head beneath our friend's loins. Dan rose up on the balls of his feet and started fucking his wife in a steady motion as I saw Beth beginning to probe her tongue into Sarah's moist folds. Sarah began to coo and moan as Dan worked her over. His pace was picking up and his hands were now digging deeper into her flesh as he pulled her back into him with every powerful thrust he made.

I undid my own pants and let them fall; I reached down for my fat cock and began to slowly work my hand on it back and forth. My heart was pounding and I could hear it in my ears. My balls were swinging to and fro as I gazed into my wife's clandestine side of life. I pumped my cock in long strokes imagining how warm and wet Sarah's fleshy meat-hole would feel enveloping my raging manhood. Sweat formed on my brow as my mind spiraled out of control. I wasn't even involved yet my hormones were putting me right in on their the action. 

Beth was now pulled slightly out from under then and was hungrily licking at his balls as they swung back at her face. Sarah was wailing as she began to cum in waves ecstasy. She buried her head into the bed in an effort to muffle her screams. She was loud and it made my cock jump with wanton desire for her. Dan pounded her even harder and I wandered how she could take such a pounding. His strong hips were pounding hard against her cheeks and it sent tiny ripples across her skin. Dan reached out and grabbed his wife by her thick dark hair and pulled her head back toward him, forcing her to arch her back and lifting her head toward the sky. He continued to pummel her sex with his abusive cock and she cried out in reply. Beth was still licking his big balls and her hand was under Sarah, rubbing her pussy vigorously. 

Dan didn't give any indication of blowing his load and I admired his control while sharing two very hot women. Sarah slid forward, freeing herself from her husband's intrusive cock and I could see that his thickness had left a dark gapping hole. She called for Beth to take her place. My wife wasted no time and hurriedly scrambled into position for her second turn with his oversized tool. She was bent over on the bed with her stocking feet together which gave her ass a heart shaped appearance. Dan spat on his hand and wiped his saliva onto her slit. He didn't have to guide his cock into her, she reached back on her own, showing her obvious desire. Sarah, still on the bed, perched herself under my wife's glowing face and raised her pink swollen pussy at the same time that Dan fed his next victim the entire length of his pole. Beth tried to yelp but Sarah muffled her sounds by having her hands wrapped around my wife's head while she pulled her face down hard into her crotch. All I could hear was Dan's body slapping against my unfaithful wife's ass as our two friends used her for their enjoyment. Every time his inner thighs came against her, I could hear the sounds of my wife trying to protest such deep assaults. Sarah was fucking her face hard, raising up and grinding her hungry cunt against my wife's beautiful face, forcing Beth to succumb to her selfish needs. Dan let out a groan and convulsed as his strokes became irregular. Sarah smiled and told Beth that her husband was unloading deep into her womb. Sarah began to shake violently showing an obvious orgasmic reaction to Beth's face being buried in her sex while she watched her husband pump his man juice into another woman. His hips stopped moving and he slowly let his cock slide out as it started to soften. As it fell out, Beth collapsed into Sarah's lap. I could see that my wife's pussy was left gapping the same way that he had left Sarah's and I could see a white cream begin to trickle out from between her lips and run down onto her clit. Sarah released her grip on Beth's head as she mentioned how hot it felt in the room. Beth had beads of sweat sparkling on her back and Dan was wiping sweat from his face with his hands.

I quickly pulled up my pants and thrust open the door. Sarah's head jerked up to look at me as Beth and Dan's head's spun around in unison. All three of them had the look of total shock in their faces, probably the same look that I had when I peered into the room for the first time this afternoon. They sat there on the bed in aghast, Dan's cock hung lazily between his legs, Sarah staring motionless and Beth with her ass in the air, still leaking his cum, the smell of sex hung heavily in the air. Beth spoke first, apologizing, as her eyes became glassy looking and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. I stepped into the room and Dan jumped up. I guess he thought I was going to hit him. After all, I had just busted him banging my wife while I was supposed to be gone. Beth rolled over and sat up placing her hand over her pussy like she was trying to conceal the evidence of her infidelity. Dan started to apologize and Sarah joined in stereo. 

The three of them fell silent as I walked to the edge of the bed, dropped my pants. As I slid down my shorts, my raging hard-on popped free and stuck straight out with pride. I grabbed my wife by the ankles and jerked her roughly toward me. She gasped and asked what I was doing and repeated her apologies. Sarah sat still and Dan slid over and stood beside the bed. I reached under Beth and grabbed her ass cheeks lifting her up toward me. Her legs fell open and I moved my hips forward until my swollen and pulsing dick-head was touching her gooey labia. I told her that if she wanted to act like a whore while I'm gone than she can act like one when I'm home as well. Upon the conclusion of those words, I drove my fat dick straight into her slime filled snatch. It felt scalding hot as I delved into her inner depths and through the mess that Dan left behind. I could feel her juices mixed with his cum ooze out around my cock and drip from my balls as I reached the bottom of her abused fucked hole. I've never felt such wetness and it only fueled my perverted mind. My prissy well-mannered and innocent acting wife was lying here like a cheap whore taking her husband into her messy cunt immediately after being used by another man. I directed Sarah to squat over my wife's face and pull her pussy apart and then ordered my wife to tongue fuck her friend. She stuck out her tongue and Sarah lowered herself down as I began to bang aggressively into her twat. She moaned as I fucked her and Sarah closed her eyes and rolled her head back, obviously enjoying the talents that my wife had to offer her. Dan stood up and walked to the door, remarking that he needed a drink. I heard the door shut behind me and reveled in the fact that now I was the man alone with these 2 sex kittens. I continued to jab my swollen dick into my wife and told her what a dirty slut she had become. Sarah ground down on her face as she grabbed at her own breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. Beth moaned as her inner muscled tightened around my cock. Her body bucked wildly as Sarah ordered her not to stop sucking her cunt as she too began to cum. The muffled sounds of my slut wife's orgasm were driving me over the edge as Sarah began to cry out in her own orgasmic bliss. I grabbed Beth's thighs and drove in as deep as I could and grunted aloud as I unloaded against her cervix. Wave after wave hit me and my body shook as I continued to fill her with a week worth of built up nut butter. 

I pulled my cock free as my whorish wife relaxed her inner muscles. Sarah climbed off and said that she was going to go join Dan in the other room for a drink. I quickly demanded that she remain where she is. She looked at me with unsure ness and sat still where she was. I then looked down between my wife's legs as her hand reached between them. She took her finger and rubbed it up her crack from her ass to her clit, trying to catch the slimy mess as it leaked sloppily from her still dilated hole.

I crawled up her body without speaking a word and flopped my cum covered cock onto her lips. She stuck out her tongue without haste and began to lick at my spent tool. Sarah leaned down and she too joined in. I leaned back on my elbows and relished in the feeling of two tongues cleaning my dick, for the first time in my life. 

I wandered if Dan and Sarah made a habit of sharing themselves with other partners. Had Beth been with them before? If so, was it every time that I had been out of town in the two years that we had all been friends? Then I wandered if this would be something we could all enjoy on a regular basis. While I was fucking my wife, my mind had been oblivious to any other thoughts. Now my mind was filling with the past, present, and future of our lives. 

I felt my cock begin to stiffen again and I sat up and told Sarah that since her husband had taken my wife, that it was now my turn to take his. She eagerly laid back and spread her bare legs wide. She reached down and started smacking her damp pussy with her hand as if offering an invitation as she told me that she would happily take all that I can give her. Beth sat back to watch as she slowly massaged her still messy pussy. I ordered her to sit on Beth's face this time and demanded that Sarah clean up the mess that her husband and I had made. Beth jumped up and lowered herself slowly down. Before she reached the intended target, a big glob of mixed cum, dripped out and landed on Sarah's chin. She used her finger to wipe it up and then sucked her finger clean. "What a nasty bitch," I thought. My deep repressed perversions were surfacing and I was not holding them back. As Beth lowered herself down, out came Sarah's tongue in an effort to channel that leaking liquid directly into her hungry mouth. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and trembled slightly with the thought of fucking another woman for the first time in so long.




Caught in the Act



So many times I ogled at her, trying to steal a glance of her body without being caught. Her legs were always so tan and her skin looked so soft and smooth. Who would have known that she was secretly so naughty in bed? Now I also wandered if her and Beth had been playing with each other alone when they supposedly went out shopping. It sure seemed that they spent a lot of time shopping for the amount of things they often came home with. What about the nights that Dan and I were gone deer hunting and the women would have their so called "girls nights" alone. They claimed they were watching movies, doing facials and spoiling each other. I'm starting to believe the main ingredient in their facials was intoxicating pussy cream. My mind snapped back to reality as I felt Sarah try to scoot closer to me in order to get my cock in past her swollen lips. I eased it in, revealing in the way it felt as her body slowly engulfed my member. Once I was in, my balls firmly planted against her ass, the door opened. I turned my head to find that Dan had returned. He sat on the bed up toward his wife's head and started massaging his limp cock. 

Beth was gyrating on Sarah's mostly obscured face and grabbing at her slutty little friend's melons. She moaned aloud as she pulled at Sarah's nipples. I was slowly massaging her hot pussy from the inside with my engorged cock. Her pussy felt so nice, warm, and gooey wet but wet from her own juices instead of the mixed cocktail that filled my wife. I would compare it to silk if you could make it into a warm liquid; it was so soft, had a smooth texture and was so sexily slippery. Her pussy muscles grabbed at my cock as I seductively worked my dick in and out. It felt like her tunnel was gripping my shaft and trying to milk it for the creamy surprise that it held. She came hard as I worked her over and she tried to squirm as her legs flailed in the air. Dan worked his cock in his hand while he encouraged his wife to fuck me good. He wanted her to show me how well she fucked and instructed her to give me plenty of what I had been missing.

I told Dan to stand up so Beth could put her cock sucking talents to good use. Dan chuckled and stood up on the bed, grabbing her head and guided her to his growing cock. She readily opened her mouth as she reached behind him, grabbing his ass and taking his semi hard cock all the way in until his balls were against her chin. His cock must have grown instantly because she gagged and pulled back quickly.

Sarah knew what was going on I'm sure, even though she couldn't see. Beth still smothered her face with her creamy crotch and Sarah had yet to complain. I was fucking her harder now and she moaned constantly into Beth's sweet sex. The more she moaned and thrashed, the harder I began to pound her.

Dan was face fucking my slut wife now and she had a hand wrapped around his dick so that he didn't choke her as he thrust into her mouth. His pace quickened and Beth stroked him faster. He pulled back from her mouth and shot his sticky load all over her flushed face. She flinched as it his her in the forehead and nose but she kept stroking him nonetheless. Seeing my wife act like a cum hungry slut sent me over the edge and I unloaded hard into Sarah's convulsing pussy. I fed it to her good as she thrashed about, wildly fucking me back.

*

2

As it turned out, one weekend that Dan and I had gone away hunting, the women had one of their "girls nights." They had been drinking heavily and soaking in Sarah and Dan's hot tub and began talking about sex. Sarah asked Beth if she had ever been with another woman or had even wondered what it would be like. One thing led to another and before long, they were talking about their secret wants, desires, and fantasies. Beth had always been so reserved and confessed that she often drove herself crazy with secret fantasies. She also confessed to Sarah that she wondered what it was like to passionately kiss another woman. That led Sarah to lean into my wife and they ended up sharing their first kiss together. Sarah then admitted to her that she and Dan met a woman in a bar one night and ended up taking her back to their house for their first sharing experience. She then told Beth that she always thought of me as a good looking man and often fantasized about having sex with me while Dan was fucking her in the dark. 

Dan never told me about their threesome and it kind of shocked me but then maybe he was worried about how I would look at the situation knowing that my own wife tended to be so reserved. He did tell me now and then that Sarah could be quite a handful and he sometimes complained, or bragged how I read into it, how his wife could be so insatiable in bed. I used to tell him how Beth wasn't against watching porn or trying new things but took a take it or leave it attitude. Maybe I should have pushed her harder to try new things. Lord knows I never had the balls to approach her about swapping or bringing another person into our bedroom.

Beth told me that after they kissed and Sarah had shared her story of bringing another woman into the bedroom, they giggled like little girls. They ended up drinking more through the night and like curious high school girls, began to explore each others bodies. They ended up in bed together holding one another as they always did when it was just the two of them but this time they didn't try to go to sleep. Instead they began to delve into the world of lesbian pleasures and spent the entire night naughtily pleasing each other. 

A week later, Beth was over at their house for dinner while I was out of town. Her and Sarah had been shopping all day. When they came home the three of them had a nice dinner and quite a bit of wine. The women were cleaning up the table and washing the dishes together while Dan ran to buy some Rum and Daiquiri mix. When he came home he had found the women in the bedroom and Beth was trying on some of the things she had bought while out and about. Dan accidentally walked in on them while Beth was bent over showing Sarah how her new skirt barely covered her ass. The girls hadn't heard him come in he saw Sarah teasingly rub a finger up and down Beth's panties. The women turned red when they realized they were not alone.

Later in the evening and after they had way too much to drink, Sarah suggested they get in the hot tub as she stripped naked and begged Beth to join her. Dan was in the bathroom at the time so Beth conceded and joined her in undressing and climbing in. When Dan came out he found the girls in the tub and his wife begged him to join them. Beth protested since she was naked under the water but Dan promised to turn his head whenever she wanted to climb out. After all, with the jets on, you can't see into the water, was the argument. Beth sat across from them as they soaked, talked and drank. Beth, being quite drunk, raised her foot up to rub Sarah's thigh secretly under the water but miss judged her position and began rubbing her toes on Dan's cock. As soon as she realized what she had done, she blushed and apologized. Dan told her it was ok; he would forgive her "that" time. They all laughed and then Beth made a comment that Dan seemed to respond quite favorably to her foot. Sarah slid around in the tub and started rubbing Dan's cock under the water and joked that Beth was right; he DID seem to enjoy that. 

Beth said it was all totally innocent but then Sarah slid over and sat in Dan's lap kissing him while grinding back and forth. She figured they were fucking right in front of her and being that she was so drunk, freely rubbed her own pussy under the water as she watched, letting her mind wander into fantasy. Sarah then spun around and sat down in his lap while facing Beth and winked at her while Dan tried feverishly to get his cock back inside his wife. Sarah rose up and lifted her ass out of the water and leaned over, placing her face within inches of Beth and grabbed the edge of the tub to steady herself. Dan stood up behind her and started feeding his lovely wife his manhood while Beth sat there feeling left out and left to her own diddling. Sarah leaned into Beth and kissed her passionately on the lips as one of her hands left the side of the tub and slipped beneath the water and into the spot between Beth's legs. She rubbed my wife's pussy and rolled her hard clit around in her fingers as her tongue slowly and sexily probed her mouth. Dan really started giving it to his wife as he watched the two women kissing and his wife worked her ass back and forth meeting his rhythmic thrusts. Beth became so turned on watching her best friend fucking her sexy husband that she began to loose control. Beth said she reached up under Sarah to tenderly rub her pussy to help coax her toward an orgasm. When she reached down there, her fingers brushed his cock and she heard him moan. Beth felt a tingle travel through her belly and into her hot quim as she realized she had just felt another mans cock, the one attached to her best friends husband. She rubbed Sarah's clit and brought her to a quacking orgasm. She then swallowed hard as her imagination and hormones overtook her, reaching out again and spreading her fingers into a V, she used them to straddle the sides of his cock and squeezed them together increasing the friction for him as he continued to feed it to his wife. He smiled at her and she winked back at him as she worked her fingers up and down. Beth said she could feel her own juices flowing, even under the hot water of the tub and she was rapidly loosing control. Sarah had begun to kiss her passionately on her neck and she felt herself boiling inside. 

Beth finally stood up and wrapped her arms back around the rim of the hot tub and floated her feet to the top of the water and then wrapped them around Sarah's upper body. Sarah responded by the way she had that night they spent alone in each other's arms. As she licked, Beth twitched and wiggled in the water as tiny orgasms trickled through her intoxicated body. Finally Sarah stood up and slid up beside her. Dan moved forward and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Beth tried hard to convince me that she didn't know what to do at this point, it all felt so good but she knew it was wrong. She never dreamt that she would be in such a predicament and felt trapped having already come this far. Before she could get any thoughts turned to words, Dan's cock was pressing against her entrance and forcing her velvety lips apart. She felt him pushing but he wasn't slipping easily in. He applied more pressure and as Beth's body tightened, it slowly entered her. She said that he felt really thick, and compared him to me but where I would have stopped pushing, he kept on going. She had no idea that he was so long and he reached deep and applied pressure to her cervix in a way she had never felt. She locked her ankles around his neck and humped her body up at him as he slowly fucked her. Sarah had been kissing her the whole time, tracing her soft fingers up and down her torso. Beth came all over Dan's cock that night, time and time again. Her body felt exhausted and she rejoiced in how naughty it made her feel being with a woman and another man.

Beth confessed to spending the night in their bed but swore nothing more happened. At breakfast the next morning, they discussed the wickedness of all that had occurred. The three of them agreed that it should remain a secret and would not be an ongoing event. Catching them by coming home early was a fluke. Beth said she stayed home from work with a migraine that day. Dan was on vacation for few days so he and Sarah were out running around in their new car when Sarah suggested that they stop by to see if she needed anything. I guess she got what she needed...



Caught in the Act



After a long hard and frustrating day at the office, I often enjoy stopping by the local pub to cool my frustrations. Today it didn't work.

The phone had rung non stop for what seemed like an eternity. Every call was someone bitching about this or bitching about that. So to say the least my frustration level was at its peak. All I really wanted to do was tell them all where to go. This has been my lot in life as I have been in sales for ten years. The only benefit to my job is the cute young receptionist in my office.

As I looked out my office door I could easily see her firm, long, tanned legs as they popped out from under her mini skirt. Long dark hair and medium breasts brought her figure from cute to hot and quickly. I watched her work as I tuned out yet another pain in my ass. Her legs swung from side to side as she moved around in the chair to take messages and get files for sales representatives. Her sexy top covered her, but was still loose enough to gape open when she got something from the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. She didn't like to wear a bra. I only say this as I have noted it several times. Winter, Fall, Spring and especially in the Summer she liked to have them open to the air. 

I drifted away while watching her small firm tits dangle for my prevue. They kept me interested and on the edge of excitement most of the day. As the end of the day approached I got a great jolt to my excitement level. While trying to remove a rather large file from the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet she experienced some difficulty and had to stand up. I happened to be watching as she bent her knees and grabbed the file. As she pulled it up her legs slowly parted. She struggled with the file for a good 30 seconds and I gained the knowledge that she doesn't like underwear either. 

Her pussy was nicely shaved, except for a little line straight up that pointed to her lips like a rescue beacon, guiding my eyes to see her sweet lips as they pushed out waiting to greet any passerby. I got hard immediately. When she closed her legs I looked up to her face just in time to see her look up into mine. It was close, but I don't think she saw me looking. Caught in a daze I returned to my work and reached under my desk to fix my cock. I looked up again to see her smiling at me. I smiled back and went back to work. 

This set the tone for the night. I headed to the bar to grab a quick drink before heading home to an empty house as my wife was out of town. My time in the bar only served to excite me more. The wealth of beautiful women in power suits became my only focus. I felt myself getting ever more aroused. The waitress was talking to the guy sitting next to me. Her back was turned and they seemed to be having a good laugh. I couldn't help but notice the firmness of her ass. It was shapely and beautiful. I rested my hand on my leg just inches from her ass. 

I waited for the opportunity to come. I was getting really worked up as the anticipation built. I turned my leg so it was leaning down more and pointing between her legs. Their conversation finished and she backed up to serve another customer. She back up right into my leg and hand. It was nicely placed on her ass as she almost sat down on my lap. I joked about her helping herself to a seat. She laughed and joked back and was none the wiser. The intensity level had gone to a new level and it was time for me to go now. It was really time to go.

I headed out to my car. I had only had one beer so I was more than safe to drive. I hurried to my car and threw my coat into the back. I reached into my pocket and adjusted my underwear pulling them down over my ass and exposing my cock. I was still covered by my pants but my cock sprang free with vengeance. I slid down my zipper and entered my car.

It was getting to be dusk and the street lights had just started to come on. I headed for the highway eager to get home. The beer had served me well as it loosened me up a bit and continued to make me horny. The highway wasn't very busy but there were still a few vehicles. As I got up to speed and set the cruise control, I popped out my cock. I reached in and pulled out my balls. They needed some air too. I adjusted the vents so they directed the air right onto my cock. Slowly I fondled my cock, thinking about the receptionists tits. So perfect, and small, they would taste so good as I rolled her nipples around with my tongue. I fantasized about her coming into my office and leaning over me and showing them close up. I rubbed my cock a little more as the air danced all over.

I envisioned her straddling me right at my desk. She pulled up her mini skirt. The lips of her pussy grabbed at my cock like a ferocious beast fighting for its meal. The lips slowly wrapped around me and pulled me in. I envisioned the tightness of her pussy as my cock stretched her insides. She leaned back with pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the ride. I squeezed my cock harder to let me feel like her tight pussy. I was going to cum right there onto my car seat. I released my bulge, knowing I needed to wait until I got home.

I did not put my cock away, but continued to tease myself as I drove. A sense of euphoria swept over me. I opened the glove box and removed a golf ball. A ball that had been used quite frequently, but never for golf. I rocked up onto my shoulders and stuffed my hand down my pants. I placed the golf ball against my anus. I pulled apart my ass cheeks as I sat back down. I wiggled and readjusted to make sure that the pressure from the ball was in the right spot to help me with my pleasure. I sat in the fast lane as cars passed me by. None of them noticing my cock or my stroking of it, but the thought of them seeing was well worth while. 

I stayed in the fast lane as a big SUV approached me from behind. I could see that the driver was a younger girl. The younger girls don't like to wait, so I knew she would go around me. She sat behind me tailgating and trying to make me move, I would not. Soon she granted my wish and headed around in the slow lane. Frustrated as she was she passed by and glared in at me. I did not look back as I placed both my hands on the wheel. My cock was hanging out, hard and happy. I was even happier, as this girl had gotten the chance to see it, even though she did not expect to. She paused and took a double take to ensure she didn't go off the road. She stayed beside me for a moment to watch my cock. She was stunned at the sight, but apparently did not really mind. I glanced over at her as she smiled and waved and gave me thumbs up before she drove away. Now that was the greatest feeling ever. Now I really needed to jerk off. 

I exited the highway with great haste. I was nearing desperation. The only thing I could think of was to masturbate, two maybe three times in a row. I sped down my street and quickly entered my driveway. I removed the golf ball and returned it to its home. I grabbed my coat from the back seat and held it in front of me as I exited the car. I went right to the door without tucking my rigid member away. I needed the hand that held my coat to hold open the screen door as I unlocked the main door. My rigid cock was exposed for all my neighbors to see. At this point I did not care. I fumbled with the keys as my excitement was taking me over. 

I stormed in the door and slammed it shut behind me. I tossed my coat onto the chair and flipped off my shoes. Quickly and almost in a panic I whipped off my pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor. Off came my shirt as I started to recall all of my fantasies of the day and the ride home as I sat naked on my couch. I remembered the girl watching me in the car. I thought about how she was touching herself as she drove home. Her wetness became overwhelming. She too pulled down her underwear and started to feel her pussy. She stroked her clit as she got wetter and wetter, plunging her fingers deep into her pussy struggling for some satisfaction. She tickled her asshole with her sopping fingers. She was eager to bring herself to a climax. My hands worked my cock, sliding over the ridge of the head, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. 

The preshot formed on my cock head and glistened in the low light. I was totally engrossed. I slowed my pace to help build my climax to the highest level I could. I swiped the pre shot off the tip and rubbed it into my asshole. I was ready to cum. I did not care where it landed all I cared about was that I was going to cum and cum hard. Suddenly, I heard a soft pant next to me. 

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Standing next to me was my sister. Her pants were undone and pulled down slightly. Her hands were groping at herself with reckless abandon. One hand was in her panties the other under her shirt fondling her breast. I looked stunned at her as she whispered for me to continue. I was stunned and shocked to see her there. I did not know what to do. My hand was firmly wrapped around my cock and my fingers were still playing with my asshole. I may have even had them slightly pushed in. I was totally busted. 

"Don't stop!" she said as she looking me in the eyes before scanning my body.

I looked her over as I slowly started stroking my softened cock. The shock of getting caught by my sister created feelings of fear and delight. She had always been the one I flirted with and flashed. I loved getting her turned on as I turned myself on. The exhibitionist in me always came out when she was around. I watched as she glared at my body as I slowly worked my cock. Her hand in her shirt was moving in small circles. I presumed she was twisting her nipples. I was really starting to enjoy the view. I tilted my head to try and see more of her. She got the hint. As she stood next to me she started to strip.

She never took her eyes off of me as she slowly pulled down her pants and stepped out of them. Off came her top and revealed her hard nipples, exposed by her bra pushed up over top to allow her access. They were deep red and appeared hard as nails. She stepped towards the front of me as she watched my hands go to work. My excitement level was easily surpassing the level I thought was the maximum I could go. Her light pink G string was being pushed ruthlessly into the folds of her pussy. More preshot formed on the tip of my cock as I slowed my pace to allow her to join me in her excitement. 

"Rub it in again, I love that," she growled at me as she squeezed her tit, milking it towards her nipple.

I was only too happy to oblige. I took the shot and gently applied it to my asshole. It was now slick and wet. I started to rub in circles. I pushed slightly but did not enter my ass. She groaned and grunted her approval as she watched me intently. She yanked off her G string and pulled apart her wet pussy. I watched her as she rubbed her pussy with one hand and held it open with the other. Her hand became wet quickly as she frantically increased her pace. She moved closer to me. I was not sure what she was going to do, but no matter what it was, I was up for it. 

Taking her wet hand she grabbed my ass and smeared her juice all over my asshole. The pressure she exerted on my asshole was incredible. She slid her hand up to my shaved balls and caressed them gently. I had to stop stroking or I would have gone off right then and there. I was enjoying this way too much. I bent forward and grabbed her tit and massaged her nipple. It was almost too later already. Suddenly she surprised me. She knelt down in front of me as if to suck my cock, but instead stuck her tongue on my asshole. She licked and twisted with her tongue as she tried to stick it as far as she could up my ass. Guttural sounds emitted from her as she licked my ass. I was in heaven and trying not to cum. I stopped my stroking all together but I did not go soft. I was horny beyond my belief.

She paused her assault on my ass for a moment to lift my foot into her pussy. She made sure that my leg was positioned at her pussy. She pulled my leg into her snatch and wiggled up and down. I could feel the wetness running down my leg as she plunged into my asshole again. I started to twitch with excitement as I was now overcome with the carnal pleasures.

I groaned out my pleasure, causing her to look up at me. She had been so lost in licking my ass that she forgot I was close to cumming when we started. She jumped to her feet and swung her leg over my lap facing away from me. Her hand dove into her wetness once more. It emerged quickly and I hoped I knew where it was going. She reached out and rubbed it all over her ass. Making sure she was really ready and nice and wet. I grabbed her ass and squeezed with both hands. What I did not notice was her hand returning to her pussy to refill. I aligned my rock hard cock to her pussy and slid in the entire length with no problem. Her wetness prohibited her from stopping short or even partial inside. She bounced up and down several times as she called out to me.

"OH YES!! FUCK MY PUSSY," she called as she rode me quickly and harshly. It was like I wasn't even there. "WAIT," she yelled as she pulled off my cock.

Now this was not even funny. I thought she had decided not to let me cum inside her. I was, once again, stunned. My thoughts were far more devious then hers. What she really wanted was to switch locations. She moved forward just a bit and reached down and grabbed my cock. This time she aimed it at her now smeared asshole. She dropped down like a bomb, forcing my entire length into her ass. Once at the bottom I struggled not to blow my load. But as it has been said it was no use. I was over come with the tightness of her asshole and how quickly she forced me in. I yelled out in joy. Her hand feverously worked on her pussy. The other dropped back to my asshole as she forced two fingers up inside me. 

I grabbed her ass in an attempt to have her actually fuck me instead of just cum inside her. She did not seem to want to comply until I placed my fingers on her pussy and started to rub with her. She jumped up and down like a rabbit racing away from a fox. I blew my load before she had started to move. She bounced and pounded on my lap as she worked on her orgasm. Both of our fingers worked on her clit as she quickly rose in excitement. I worked and worked her but she was holding back too. I loved it and it excited me all at the same time. I could feel my cock getting hard again while still up her ass. I concentrated on getting hard so I could fuck her again. It did not take long before I was fully erect again. Now she turned and looked back at me with a huge smile.

"That is it; get that cock nice and big in my ass again. This time fuck me, and do it hard. Do not be gentle. Make me scream. Come on fuck me hard!" she yelled.

As any guy will tell you the second time you try to cum it takes a lot longer. No two minute drills allowed. I was no exception. I grabbed her hips and forced her up and down on to my cock. The slapping sounds echoed through out the room, as did her grunting and promoting of my work. I pounded and pounded her with all that I had left. I forced her to sit down roughly onto my cock. I could feel her drying out as the fuck became much more abrasive. She did not care either. She seemed to be getting exactly what she wanted as was I. I had wanted to really cum at least twice. I just never figured I would be getting fucked by my sister. Not that I object. 

In an incredible outburst she finally had an orgasm. She screamed so loud that I am sure that the neighbors must have heard. I had slapped her ass as I fucked her and it was now covered with red spots. She shivered as she cam and stayed firmly on top of my cock. She rested there for a minute afterwards falling back onto my chest in exhaustion. I was done too. More than done I was cooked. I would have been surprised if I got hard in the next week, exhausted. After several minutes she got up and headed for the bathroom, leaving me to wonder how she got into my house. Oh well like I really cared.



Caught in the Act



My name is Tom. I decided to knock off work early one Friday afternoon so I could ease into the weekend. I pulled into my driveway and came in through the garage door that was already open. My wife Dee's car was sitting there along with my brother Larry's vehicle. 

As I walked into the house I heard strange noises from the living room. I couldn't figure what it was. I peered around the corner and there was my wife, lying on the couch. The main shock was that her brother Larry was in between her thighs with his cock buried in Dee's pussy!

My mouth must have dropped to the floor. There was my wife with her legs around her brother's back. He was drilling her pussy as hard as he could. I could see wet juices running down to her ass from her pussy, as Larry was pounding her but good.

Everything came in to light at that moment. Dee's sex drive had become almost nonexistent with me for the last year or so. Small wonder when her brother was giving her his cock. I watched for a few minutes as my wife urged Larry to sink his cock into her as far as it would go.

I then turned around and headed back out the garage door to my car. I sat there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, then it came to me.

Fifteen minutes later I was at Larry's house. I went to the door and knocked. Larry's wife, Louise answered. She could see I was upset and let me in the house.

"Has Larry been fucking you lately?" I asked her.

"What?" Louise couldn't believe what she heard from me.

"You heard me Louise, have you had sex lately with Larry?"

Her face said it all.

"Not really, what are you getting at, Tom?" she said.

"Larry and Dee are back at my house fucking, right this moment!" I told her.

"You can't be serious?" Louise replied.

"It is over between Dee and I, as far as I am concerned." I told Louise.

She knew I was dead serious now. 

I always found Louise attractive. She was blonde, and had always worked out to keep her shape. I couldn't understand what she saw in Larry. As far as I was concerned he was a redneck and a jerk. I never made a play for Louise because I wanted to be faithful to Dee, but all that was over now. Louise and I were just inches apart now. I walked over to her and kissed her.

Louise didn't pull away, but returned my kiss, passionately. Our hands were moving now. Dee was undoing the buttons on her blouse as I was working on removing her shorts and underwear.

Once that was done, I stripped out of my duds and there we stood, naked.

Louise said we should go up to the bedroom. Once there, Louise laid down and I moved my face to her breasts. Louise had pear shaped tits with the nipples that I love most, upturned and pointed. I drew each nipple into my mouth as Louise told me to suck on both of them.

As I was licking and biting her tits, I felt Louise reaching down and taking hold of my shaft. I was straddled above her, when she guided my cockhead to her wet pussy.

I am just average size, six inches or so, but very thick. Louise rubbed my cockhead all over her pussylips and guided the head between them.

"Go slow Tom, please?" Louise begged me.

I slowly sank into her dripping pussy. I was burrowing down, ever so slowly. Louise reacted as if there was a hot poker between her legs. Once I was in all the way, I stroked her slow and easy. I kept backing out, then pushing all the way down.

Louise was pleading for my cock now. I was stretching her more and more as I drove down deep.

"God, Tom, your cock is so thick!" Louise informed me.

I was going to take Louise and make her mine, there in that bed. I took hold of her legs and pushed them up over my shoulders. I was going to fuck her as deeply as was possible.

"Tom, yes, fuck me as deep as you can," Louise implored me.

I used my cock like a piston, ramming her tight hole. I rubbed and scraped my cock against her insides. This caused Louise to start yelling out my name.

"Oh fuck, Tom, you are hitting all the right spots, don't stop!" as Louise kept urging me on.

I had no intention of stopping. We went at it like this for well over an hour. Louise's body was starting to shake, I knew it wasn't long now. 

"I'm cumming Tom, please cum with me!" she was begging for it.

I went faster and then finally with one last stroke, I started squirting my hot seed into her belly. Louise later told me it felt like someone turned a hot water spigot on. Louise was tightening around my shaft, determined to get every drop from me.

My cock wouldn't quit spitting my cum into Louise. It just seemed to go on for the longest time. 

When we did stop, Louise urged me,"please don't pull out yet, Tom." 

I left my cock inside her, just barely stroking her now. This went on for some minutes and then I began to get soft. Once my cock slipped out, Louise moved down and began to lick our love creams from my prick.

Normally once I have finished cumming like that, I can't get hard for some time. That day, Louise used her lips and tongue until I was hard very quickly. I began to stroke her mouth, pushing my cock down her throat. I didn't think I had much left in the tank, but Louise managed to suck me and squeeze my sacs, until I blew another hot load, this time she drank it all down. 

As we were lying there, I told Louise once more that Dee and I were finished.

Louise said to me," Tom, I don't want this to end today." "I have tolerated Larry for too long, I am getting out also."

It was decided we would both file for divorce. Dee and Larry couldn't say much after I had told them both I caught them fucking there in my living room.

Once the divorce papers came though, Louise and I moved into together. Our sex life is great, and we normally make love everyday. As far as Larry and Dee are concerned, they also moved in with each other.

The rumors I have heard say things aren't going so well between them both. Both brother and sister, are opinionated, stubborn, and general pains in the ass. I also hear the sex isn't so great when they are in such close contact everyday, but they deserve each other!

Louise and I plan to marry in the near future, maybe even start a family. I will let you know how we practiced, to make the baby!



Caught in the Act



Jeremy stood in the middle of the living room, his stomach tightening in fear until he thought he just might have to make a run for the bathroom. 

"Ry, man, I'm really sorry. You were drunk, I was drunk, let's just let this one go," Jeremy practically begged as he turned away from the damning evidence on the computer screen. Even on the small screen he could see Ryan's head lolling to one side in a drunken stupor as Jeremy got down between the drunk man's legs.

"A mistake. You fucking ass. That's not a mistake, that's a sexual assault," Ryan snapped back, and Jeremy flinched at the anger in Ryan's green eyes. Looking at the computer monitor, he had to admit that undressing the man and playing with his cock until it was half hard might technically have been an assault. Maybe. Jeremy watched the screen and groaned in both fear and need as he watched himself slip off his own shirt and bend down to take Ryan's cock in his mouth.

God, what was wrong with him? He had the classic good looks: the strong chin, the dark brown eyes, the nearly black hair, the washboard abs and a back rippling with muscle. Most of the women on campus had thrown themselves at him... or at least many had. Others enjoyed pointing out how they were too sophisticated and worldly to fall for his puppy dog eyes and boyish smile. But instead of taking up any of those women, here he was caught on webcam assaulting his slightly nerdy roommate. Shit. He needed therapy, and if Ryan reported this to the university, therapy and expulsion and possibly prison were in his future.

"Ryan, man," Jeremy started again.

"Save it," the smaller man said in a tightly controlled voice. "You weren't even drunk either. You were up and working out this morning, and you *never* do that after drinking, so don't give me that bullshit." Ryan shook his head and for a brief moment, Jeremy saw the pain and fear and shame flash across those familiar features. Jeremy suddenly felt like an ass. 

"I didn't mean—" he waved toward the computer where his unwanted blow job continued despite Ryan's utter lack of participation.

"What? You didn't think the camera was on? You didn't think you'd get caught? You didn't think I'd mind? Which 'you didn't' are you going to go for?" Ryan demanded, his face suddenly twisted in fury as he reached up and brushed his unruly brown curls back out of his face.

"I just—" Jeremy let his voice fade off since he really didn't have an answer. He didn't think about that damn web camera at all or he obviously would have checked it. Checked it, turned off the camera, flushed out the memory cache, and burned the damn mother board to boot. Obviously, he'd skipped thinking about the getting caught part, but then Ryan could drink himself into oblivion. 

"What are you going to do?" Jeremy asked as he bit his lip. He looked up at his roommate, his friend... his victim. Ryan's fury evaporated into a look of confusion and fatigue. Ryan pushed long curls of hair back away from his face.

"I don't know," he confessed as he glanced over at the damning evidence.

"If you want me to move out, you got it. Just tell me what you want me to do, man, and I'll make this up to you," Jeremy practically begged as he stepped forward. He flinched back again when his movement made Ryan retreat around the far side of the couch, putting the overstuffed monstrosity between them as he held up a hand as though to push Jeremy away. A little part of him complained at the unfairness. If that were Cindy Darnel on her knees, Ryan would brag about it. Then again, Jeremy had learned a long time ago that life wasn't fair.

"Just... I can't deal with this right now. You are a grade-A asshole, and I'm really not thinking much beyond that right now," Ryan said as he stepped backwards towards the door, grabbing his coat off the equally overstuffed and ugly chair as he pulled on the doorknob.

"Ryan," Jeremy said softly, dying that his best friend would be so afraid of him. He had always loved the way Ryan would physically retaliate when he would give his friend a noogie or pulled his hair. Even though he was a full head shorter, Ryan gave as much as he took, a fact that Ryan attributed to growing up the youngest child in a family with four older sisters.

Ryan paused for a moment, holding the door open as he looked at Jeremy with sad eyes. Then he pulled the door shut and Jeremy was alone. Jeremy looked around the small living room, the monitor was silent, but it still showed Jeremy on his knees, Ryan's soft cock filling his mouth, and Jeremy's nose pressed all the way down to Ryan's curled pubic hair. Okay, the computer only showed Jeremy's back as Ryan stirred fitfully, but Jeremy's memory filled in the other details.

Jeremy walked over and clicked the mouse to stop the program. As the viewing window closed, the menu came up and Jeremy sank down on the computer chair as he looked at the index of files. Jeremy and Ryan setting off illegal fireworks, Ryan trying to cook some dinner only to fill the apartment with smoke, and Jeremy assaulting his best friend. He took the mouse and hovered over the filename. WTF. Ryan hadn't lost his sense of humor even when outraged.

Sitting there, Jeremy considered possible outcomes. He could delete the file, pull out the mother fucking mother board and smashed it, and Ryan might still press charges. If the cops could recover the data or if Ryan had backed it up, Jeremy would be even more screwed than ever. Even if destroying the motherboard did destroy the evidence, Ryan would be publicly humiliated, and Jeremy would be either ostracized or tormented by most of the student body. Even worse, he would never see his friend again. Leaning back in his chair, Jeremy considered the other option.

He left the file and showed Ryan that he would do whatever it took to earn his friend's trust back. Okay, if Ryan pressed charges, he was right back to the screwed option. If Ryan didn't, maybe they could still repair their friendship. Ryan clicked the program closed without deleting anything. Then he wandered to his bedroom to start sorting through his stuff. He suspected he was going to be moving out, one way or another.

Jeremy came through the apartment door and half expected to find cops waiting for him. He'd avoided the apartment most of the day, and now the late afternoon sun had warmed the brisk winter air. Instead he found an empty apartment, just like when he'd gone to bed last night and just like he'd found when he woke up this morning. 

Jeremy tossed his gym bag on the floor as he dropped his coat and pulled his t-shirt over his head, using it to wipe his neck after a strenuous workout. He called out for Ryan as he headed for the tiny kitchen, but only silence answered.. They'd rented the apartment after sharing a dorm room for two years, so it seemed huge at the time, but now the apartment definitely didn't feel big enough for both of them. 

The couch and chair filled nearly the whole living room, which is why they had no coffee table. The place where a dining room table should sit had that damning computer with the webcam sitting on top. A pillar and a bar-height counter separated the space from the kitchen which had almost no counter space. However, the place had two large bedrooms with two walk-in closets and two bathrooms, and that had sealed the deal. Some of Jeremy's happiest moments had been in this little apartment and he couldn't believe he had just royally fucked it all up. Hell, as often as his dad had accused him of being the fuck-up king, he shouldn't be surprised. Jeremy turned that thought and its attached emotions off before he lost control. 

By the time he noticed the note sitting in the middle of the small counter dividing the kitchen from the dining room/office, he had gotten a roast beef sandwich and half a glass of milk down. Really he wanted a beer, but he didn't really want to smell of alcohol if he was going to be talking to cops. He reached out and slid the paper closer to him so he could read Ryan's cramped handwriting.

Jeremy, We need to talk, but I don't really trust you right now. So, go look on your bed and you will find some stuff. If you want to talk, leash yourself to the kitchen pillar and handcuff your hands behind your back. If you don't want to, then I'll give you until tomorrow morning to go to the police before I do. They'll go easier if you confess.

A third and fourth reading didn't reveal any hidden meanings, and Jeremy felt his stomach tighten. Funny, no way Ryan understood how this would affect him, but Jeremy could feel his cock harden, and man he was one sick puppy. Ryan was so scared of him that the man couldn't be in the same room, and the only thing Jeremy's cock cared about was being handcuffed and helpless. If Ryan didn't force him into therapy, maybe he needed to find some on his own. Finishing off the milk, Jeremy headed into the bathroom to jerk off before following Ryan's instructions. 

Walking through his bedroom, he glanced at the unmade bed, and a plain leather collar and leash lay there. These weren't the fancy studded and locking collars he'd seen on websites, but the plain and sturdy type meant for large dogs. The leash had heavy metal links with a handle made of thick leather riveted three times. Jeremy picked them up in his hands, feeling the weight of them, the smooth and stiff leather, the cool metal links sliding over his palm. 

Slipping his shirt off, he went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror as he took the collar and put it around his neck, tightening it until he could feel the constriction when he swallowed. Ryan had already clipped the leash to the collar, and Jeremy let it trail down in front, feeling the links dangling against his bare skin. He had lifeguarded all summer and still had the tan now that the term had just ended. The silver chain glittered against his tan, the black leather handle hung down to the pocket of his jeans. 

Jeremy slowly unfastened his jeans as he pretended that he was wearing the collar and leash not because his roommate was afraid of him but because Ryan wanted him collared and leashed. Toeing off his shoes, he pushed his jeans down until his very erect cock bounced free, bobbing in the air comically, and Jeremy had never been so hard in his life. He let himself pretend as he fisted his cock and looked in the mirror. Ryan had put the collar on him slowly after holding it up for Jeremy to kiss reverently. Ryan had buckled it and put a little gold padlock on it to remind Jeremy that he was owned, wanted, possessed. Ryan would pick up the leash and Jeremy would follow behind his master.

Jeremy exploded onto the side of his sink and up on the counter and sink, his orgasm not even giving him enough warning for him to make it to the toilet.

"Enjoy that one, buddy boy," Jeremy told his cock. "Where we're going, you're staying safely inside because those guys don't fuck around, and I don't intend on being just anyone's bitch." Jeremy grabbed toilet paper and wiped up his mess before dropping the stuff in the toilet and peeing. 

Jeremy left his jeans on the floor of the bathroom as he went looking for something looser, something that wouldn't make it quite so obvious that he enjoyed being handcuffed and helpless. He ended up with a pair of jeans from high school and an old football jersey. The knee injury that had taken him out of the game had also meant that he had lost a little bulk in the last two years although he was getting back into shape faster than anyone had expected. Hopefully they would be large enough to keep him from embarrassing himself or Ryan.

Jeremy finally allowed himself to look at the handcuffs. Even though his cock was sated and soft, he still felt the old desires creep through his belly at the sight of that cold steel. Grabbing them quickly, he headed for the kitchen pillar, reviewing everything he knew about the Sarbanes-Oxley Act of 2002 in an unsuccessful attempt to divert his attention away from the fact he was about to be at his roommate's mercy.

Jeremy pulled the computer chair closer to the pillar before he unclipped the leash. The pillar was really just a square exposed beam that made one side of the pass-though window between the kitchen and the tiny dining room he and Ryan had turned into an office. If he leashed himself, he wouldn't be able to sit on the floor since the pillar stopped at the counter and became solid wall. He also wouldn't be able to reach the phone or the computer. He'd be stuck standing at the wall between the kitchen and office as long as it took for Ryan to get home. 

Jeremy looped the chain around the pillar and then threaded the clip through the handle before clipping it back on his collar. He backed away and found that he only had about three feet of freedom, enough to sit in the chair he had pulled up and enough room to pace one step forward and one step back. Of course now he could just reach up and unclip the leash. Jeremy stared at the cuffs in his hand before slowly ratcheting one side down on his left wrist. He shivered at the cold steel around his warm flesh and the clicking sound as he tightened the cuff one notch at a time.

Right. Time to do this. Jeremy took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back as he locked the other cuff around his right wrist. Almost instantly, Jeremy could feel his cock react to the helplessness. Anyone could walk through that door and he couldn't stop it. Even though he was six foot two and muscled and young and strong, he couldn't do anything handcuffed and leashed to a pillar. 

Jeremy tried focusing on accounting law as he sat and waited for his roommate. With a jerk, he realized that he hadn't turned on a light or locked the door, but he couldn't fix either of those things now. Now he just had to wait, and he could feel his cock react to that fact. Sitting down, he found the counter from the pass through sort of poked the back of his head, so Jeremy leaned forward on the chair so that he could feel the collar and the handcuffs even more. Okay time to focus on implementation and interpretation of codes relating to partner rotation and transition during audit periods. 

Jeremy had gotten up to allowable audit-related fees by the time he heard the key in the lock. He watched as Ryan accidentally locked the door before he figured out his mistake and turned the key again. The door swung open, and Jeremy bit his lip as he stayed in the chair. If Ryan was afraid of him, towering over the man wasn't going to help.

"Are you tied to the pillar?" Ryan asked as he stood at the doorway.

"Yeah."

"Handcuffed?"

"That too," Jeremy confirmed.

"Stand up and turn around, show me," Ryan ordered, and Jeremy shoved down a wave of desire. This wasn't about him getting his rocks off; this was about his best friend being afraid of him. Jeremy stood and turned around, sidestepping until the leash tightened so that Ryan could see both the cuffs and the chain.

The warm hands closing around the cuffs, pushing them one notch tighter came as a surprise, and Jeremy hissed in air.

"Too tight?" Ryan immediately asked.

"No, they're fine. You just surprised me."

"You surprised me. I thought for sure I'd come back to find you had trashed the computer, maybe that you had a couple of gym buddies here to convince me of the error of my ways," Ryan laughed, but the sound was tight and uncomfortable.

"I wouldn't do that to you," Jeremy said softly, not moving as Ryan stood behind him.

"I didn't think so, but I didn't really expect you to give me a blow job when I was out cold, either." Ryan's words faded a bit as he turned and walked back to the living room. Jeremy turned around and sat back down in the chair. "We need to talk about this," Ryan said in a firmer voice, and Jeremy waited for the questions to start.

"This is fucked up," Ryan suddenly burst out with as he stood up and hurried toward his bedroom. Jeremy ached with the need to follow and apologize, but he could only wait until Ryan finally reappeared in the hallway. It took a while.

"How long?" Ryan demanded as he stood in the short hall and faced Jeremy even while his eyes looked everywhere else.

"For what?" Jeremy asked, honestly confused.

"How long have you wanted to do that?" Ryan's words were clipped and angry, and Jeremy just dropped his eyes and braced himself for any possible punches as he told the truth.

"Since the day I walked into the dorm and found you on that ladder painting," he admitted.

"Fuck." Ryan's voice was shocked, but Jeremy counted the lack of punching as a point in his favor.

"What's your computer password?" Ryan asked as he came into the room and hit the power button on the computer.

"Ryan?" Jeremy asked slowly. He felt a creeping feeling of discomfort at that cold and clinical tone in his friend's voice.

"What's your fucking password?" Ryan demanded as he turned around. Jeremy flinched back.

"Ditka427," Jeremy answered quickly. He squirmed knowing what parts of the memory Ryan could access with that password. Of course, Ryan was good enough with computers that he could probably bypass Jeremy's password all together, but he had too much integrity to betray a friend like that. And yeah, Jeremy did see the irony in that.

Shifting so that he was staring at the closed living room drapes, Jeremy could hear Ryan's fingers tapping on the keyboard, short gasps telling him as Ryan found his more interesting bookmarks and saved graphics. After seeing that, no way was Ryan not turning him in. Outside, the sun faded and now the computer screen was the only source of light and Jeremy found himself staring into the dark. Suddenly Jeremy didn't need to review class material to push away those curls of lust because they had disappeared under the weight of Ryan's disapproval. He hadn't made many true friends in his life, and losing Ryan would be a major blow.

"Holy fuck," Ryan breathed. Jeremy didn't answer.

"Do you want—Jeremy!" Jeremy's eyes snapped back to Ryan as he sat on their stool in front of the computer. He realized too late he should have offered to give the chair back.

"What?" he asked in response to the tone of voice and Ryan's questioning look.

"Is this what you want? I have to tell you this doesn't look all that much fun from the point of view of the guy on his knees," Ryan said as he tapped the monitor with a dull echoing sound. Jeremy glanced at the picture. The advertisement for a cock cage showed a man clearly suffering, his hands gripping his knees and his cock red and purple with need. Jeremy shrugged.

"That is not an answer. Is this what you were fantasizing about when you were on your knees in front of me?" Ryan demanded. Jeremy avoided looking at his former friend as he nodded. Since it was too late to save the friendship or his clean criminal record, he might as well get rid of one burden by finally admitting his secret fantasy.

"That is messed up," Ryan said softly.

"I know," Jeremy answered.

"You know, growing up I thought my dad watched too much T.V," Ryan said as he closed the picture. Jeremy looked over in confusion at the sudden change in topic. "He always told up how this guy on television talked about being cured of smoking by having been locked in a closet and not allowed out until he smoked all of them. I don't even know the name of the damn show, but my dad trotted that out as the perfect example of fatherhood over and over. I stole the corner from my sister's birthday cake and tried to cover it up by spreading the frosting." 

Jeremy stared at his roommate incredulously—Ryan was one of the smartest men he'd ever known and that was just dumb. Actually, the entire conversation had taken a turn for the dumb somewhere along the way. Ryan stopped telling the story and gave a little laugh.

"I was only six at the time," Ryan defended himself with a little of his ever-present humor creeping back in at the edges. "But my dad went out and bought another cake for my sister and made me eat the cake I'd ruined. I must have thrown up three times, and he just handed me more. God I hate yellow cake," Ryan shivered with revolt. "I think you see where I'm going."




Caught in the Act



"You actually lost me back at the smoking example," Jeremy answered with a smile. Maybe he hadn't lost his friend after all.

"This. You need to be punished for what you did, and maybe I can help you see that this is not as much fun for real as it is on the screen," Ryan said with a wave, and Jeremy started breathing faster as he caught the drift of where Ryan was going.

"You don't want to do this," he said. He'd already figured out that he wasn't comfortable taking this out of his fantasy life into reality, and getting caught had just confirmed that. Besides, he wouldn't risk Ryan's friendship. "No."

"Ah, but here's the problem. Either you will agree to do this until May when the term ends or I go to the police right now. And don't think I'll go easy on you just because I needed some time to adjust. You will be on your knees, serving me, blowing me, bending over and letting me fuck you whenever I want." Ryan had stood up at the beginning of his speech, walking towards Jeremy so that he had to look up at his roommate, and now Ryan put his hands on the wall as he leaned in.

"You'll wear gags and cock harnesses and chains every minute you're in this apartment, and you'll be in this apartment every minute you aren't scheduled at school or at some chore I've assigned you. You'll sleep on the floor at my side, and after five months of not being able to say no, we'll see how much this still turns you on."

Jeremy would have argued with Ryan's assumptions except that he was breathing too hard and struggling to not come in his pants. 

"Ryan, you don't want to go there," he said through clenched teeth as he tried to force his body back under control.

"Oh, I'm actually starting to get into the idea of going there, but if you don't want to take punishment from a geek, we'll have the police dish some out."

"Buddy, you are way off track on the geek crap," Jeremy interrupted him since Ryan had the starring role in most of his fantasies... Ryan and the cute little blond on boys.com with the whip, "but you don't want to get pulled into this. This isn't you," Jeremy protested as he pulled at the handcuffs, making the links rattle.

"Then we call, you lose your academic scholarship, your parents disown you, and edited versions of that video end up on the evening news."

"No!" Jeremy nearly shouted as Ryan turned and picked up the phone from next to the computer monitor.

"Then you give yourself to me to use as I want for five months?" Ryan demanded, one eyebrow raised in challenge. Ryan had once admitted to Jeremy that he'd spent two months trying to learn how to make a Spock eyebrow.

"Yes," Jeremy whispered.

"Be sure because you don't get this choice again."

"I'm sure," Jeremy answered as he felt his world shift. He had given up his freedom to Ryan, and if this had been done in love or even lust it would be a moment that he would treasure; however, now he gave up his rights in punishment. His whole body tightened at the thought, and damn he was pathetic. He was getting what he had secretly fantasized about for years, and the only thing he could think was that it wasn't enough.

"I said stand up," Ryan's voice cut through his shock, and Jeremy stood and stepped to the side of the chair. Ryan walked up to him and pushed the chair to the side before reaching up and cupping Jeremy's cheek.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he asked, and Jeremy looked down at his best friend and couldn't even come up with an answer to that. He shrugged.

"Well, you're going to learn what the reality is now," Ryan's voice shifted into business-mode, the concern and even the anger gone under quick efficiency. Ryan's hands were equally efficient as they opened Jeremy's jeans and pushed them down to the ground. Ryan walked away, possibly shocked by Jeremy now jutting erection, and Jeremy stepped out of his jeans, shaking his right foot to get the bunched fabric off.

"Face the wall," Ryan ordered, and Jeremy turned to the pillar, resting his forehead against the uneven surface of the grooved wood as he heard a ripping sound from behind him. When the cold edge of the scissors touched him, Jeremy realized what Ryan was doing only seconds before his shredded shirt was pulled from him, leaving him collared and handcuffed and hard and humiliated. Jeremy waited for whatever came next, but Ryan just walked away. 

"I need to go get supplies before the stores close," Ryan said. "Oh, I forgot," he hurried back, a strip of Jeremy's ruined jersey in one hand. Jeremy opened his mouth thinking Ryan would gag him, but instead the strip of fabric went over his eyes, which he actually found much more disturbing.

"Wait here," Ryan said, and Jeremy felt a sharp slap on his left ass cheek that left him aching with lust. Great, Ryan's corny sense of humor still hadn't left him, Jeremy realized as he listened to his roommate leave the apartment and leave him hard and probably dripping precum on the carpet.

By the time he could hear the door latch sliding again, Jeremy was regretting the heavy set of leg presses. His legs begged him to sit down, but the chair was out of reach, and even kneeling down only took some of the pressure off. But now he pressed his chest to the wall as he struggled to get back up on his feet. His aching and stiff legs complained bitterly, but he ignored the pain as he pushed up.

"You still here?" Ryan asked in an entirely too cheerful tone of voice, and Jeremy answered with a snort of dry laughter.

"Yeah, I'm still here," he said, flexing his shoulders to try and relieve some of the stress of the handcuffs.

"I had entirely too much fun shopping, but I think I got everything I needed. Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" Ryan's voice sounded unexpectedly concerned.

"Man, I don't know what I want anymore. I don't want you to do something you don't want to... not even to get some sort of justice against me. If you want justice, make me pay all the bills or just beat the shit out of me like most guys would have," Jeremy said, really wishing he could see his friend.

"It's not like I need money and beating you is not sounding that good while fucking you is starting to sound better every time I say it." Ryan's words made Jeremy shiver, and the winter-chilled hands that ran up his naked back and then back down, slipping under his cuffed hands to knead his ass made him shiver even harder. Jeremy felt the weight of Ryan's body press him into the wall, and the pressure against his cock made him squirm helplessly.

"So, last chance to back out because this is starting to feel like I won the lottery," Ryan whispered as he wrapped arms around Jeremy's stomach.

"I gave myself to you, whatever you decide, I'll do it," Jeremy answered, allowing himself to say the words he had always feared and longed for and dreamed and avoided. He felt hands lift the links of the leash off his shoulder.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," Ryan said, laying a row of kissed over Jeremy's back as the man pulled against the handcuffs and thrust into the wall. "Come, boy."

Jeremy followed the guiding touch on his arm, walking where Ryan pushed him and ending up in the middle of the living room if he guessed right. Then again, most of his brain seemed to have leaked out his cock by this point so what the hell did he know? Waiting quietly, Jeremy felt something smooth and stiff run across his abs. It didn't feel quite like leather, but it certainly felt solid as Ryan bucked it around his waist. 

"Spread your legs," came the order, and Jeremy spread them apart immediately, ignoring the embarrassment and the soreness and the strangeness of his best friend handling him intimately. "Well, I guess I can do this two ways, only I don't want to go out for more ice tonight, and it's going to take a lot of ice to take care of this," Ryan said, and Jeremy felt a flicking across his cock. The unexpected touch made him thrust, and with his legs spread, he lost his balance and teetered precariously before Ryan's hand steadied him.

Suddenly one hand was released from a cuff, and Jeremy let it fall to his side even as Ryan held the other cuff keeping his left arm behind his back. He could hear the ratcheting sound, and then his left arm was attached to the belt. "Hold your hand out," Ryan ordered, and Jeremy did it, feeling something cool put in his hand. "Jerk off." 

"What?" Jeremy asked as soon as he had swallowed enough to get his voice to work.

"I don't want to have to ice that cock down, so jerk off. And that, by the way, was an order, so you now have two punishments coming to you." Ryan's voice had a thread of humor to it, but Jeremy could also hear the resolve and he closed his hand around his cock without any further comment. Stroking slowly, he let himself get into a rhythm. Stroke out to the head and run a thumb over the slit. Stroke down to the base and tease the sensitive skin at the base of the cock while brushing over the balls. Jeremy could almost immediately feel his balls draw up. He was naked and chained and following Ryan's orders and the orgasm ripped through him even harder than it had that afternoon.

Then something soft was wiping his cock, cleaning the remains of the orgasm and Jeremy let go of his organ, holding his hand slightly the side to keep it out of the way. The towel found his hand, wiping it briskly before disappearing. A firm grip took his right hand and pulled it back to the small of his back, and Jeremy quickly found himself handcuffed again although he didn't have enough energy to fight back anyway. The workout and the two orgasms had left him having fantasies about a full night's sleep, but he waiting silently.

A hand picked his cock up, and Jeremy could feel something sliding over the head and down the shaft. When it reached his balls, Jeremy winced and lost quite a few pubic hairs as the hard circle was maneuvered down to the base of his genitals, his cock and balls separated from his body. 

Having seen any number of devices for sale, Jeremy could make a pretty good guess about what Ryan was doing, but he could admit that the thought of wearing a cock cage both excited and horrified him. He'd been jerking off to his own little fantasies since he was 11, and now someone else was taking that power. Unless he wanted to be in as much pain as the man in the picture on the computer, he couldn't even have the fantasies because he sure wasn't going to be able to finish with a quick pump and thump on the old cock.

A second piece now slipped over his cock, and now Jeremy could feel the constriction as his balls were pressed between the two rings and his cock pressed down into a small space. It didn't hurt now, but if he tried to get hard, he'd certainly pay the price. Warm fingers worked at the front of the belt and Jeremy had no idea what that was about, but when Ryan pushed at him, he walked forward. When hands urged him down, he bent face down over the back of the couch. Jeremy waited for the big event. He could only hope Ryan had done a little research or this might get pretty nasty. Of course, maybe Ryan wanted it to be pretty nasty after what Jeremy had done to him. Nothing that had happened so far could be counted as 'punishment,' that was sure. He just spread his legs and waited.

"How experienced are you?" Ryan asked, and Jeremy jumped as something wet and cold slid around his hole.

"Not at all," he admitted as the strokes now moved down to the perineum. Sending up a prayer of thanks that he had just come, Jeremy relaxed into the touch without feeling the overwhelming need and setting off a cycle of pain with his new cock cage on.

"Not ever?"

"Nope."

"Virgin territory here. Uh, before I go any farther... do you need a trip to the bathroom?" Ryan's hand was braced on Jeremy's back and Jeremy realized that he had no leverage to get up. Even though Ryan was so much smaller, he had the power now. Whether he went to the bathroom or not was in Ryan's hands.

"No, I'm fine."

"Good," Ryan answered and then a single finger pushed into Jeremy so fast he jumped and tried to bring his legs together. Ryan kicked the inside of his feet forcing his weight back onto the couch as Jeremy struggled to relax against the unfamiliar motion.

"I never would have guessed you were the nervous virgin type, a big bad boy like you," Ryan chuckled, and then Jeremy groaned as the finger worked in and out, sliding over the sensitive skin. He read about this often enough and now he tried relaxing since he knew the next part would be harder. Lying helpless like this, he could feel his cock start to warm in the way it always did before he got an erection, and he could only hope that two was his limit for the day because the cage wasn't going to allow him any more until Ryan took it off again, and Jeremy wasn't taking any bets on how long that would be.

He felt the pressure at his ass increase; a stinging pain made him hiss as the ring of muscle stretched beyond anything he'd ever done to himself. He pushed back, and that made the pain retreat to a dull ache, but he could feel his body struggling to take even two fingers as Ryan slowly forced the fingers farther in. Given a choice, Jeremy might have called it off at this point because a cock was not fitting up there, but he bit his tongue and reminded himself of the deal. Ryan could do his worst, and it would still be nicer than what would happen in prison to a man convicted of sexually assaulting another man... Jeremy had no illusion about that.

The aching pain in his ass slowly faded as the two fingers slid in and out, and now Jeremy focused on the feeling of the fingers sliding against the sensitive skin, a fleeting touch behind his balls and a soft stroking on his hip suggesting that Ryan was enjoying himself, and Jeremy really hated the blindfold. He wanted to see if Ryan liked doing this. He wanted to know that Ryan was happy. He wanted to see Ryan's hard cock before it pushed into his body. 

The fingers pulled out, and Jeremy was surprised. He'd expected more prepping. Breathing out slowly, he prepared for the next part to really hurt. The pressure returned, and Jeremy pushed back to try and open the ring of muscle. At first he thought the fingers had returned, but then he felt the popping as something about the same size as two fingers slipped into place so that he felt uncomfortably full. Something tickled the inside of his thighs and then he felt the object pushed deeper into his body as a strap pulled the cock cage up close to his body and buckled into place at the belt, right under his hands. Jeremy let his finger tips explore the buckle that obvious held the whole chastity device in place and Ryan chuckled before pushing his fingers aside and slipping a tiny padlock into the buckle's fastening.

Once Ryan let go, Jeremy's fingers followed the edge of the belt where the buckle from the crotch strap was now locked on. The lock was dangling, but when Jeremy tried to grab it, it actually slipped under the crotch strap so he had to pull it back out.

"That's right, it goes underneath so that you can wear this thing under normal clothes. In fact, every time you go to class, you're going to have this on. You're going to sit in some auditing class with all those would-be accountants, and you're going to have your cock locked up and your ass filled so that you remember that you aren't like them. How are you different?" Ryan asked, and the words made Jeremy breathe harder even as Ryan's weight on his back pushed in farther into the couch.

"I'm different because I'm yours," Jeremy answered.

"Incomplete answer, brat," Ryan said with a pinch that made Jeremy yelp more with surprise than pain.

"I don't," Jeremy stopped when a hard slap landed on the butt cheek that had just been pinched.

"You'd better figure out how to answer that completely." Ryan again pinched, more sharply this time.

"I'm different because I'm yours, Master," Jeremy tried.

"Good boy." 

Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief as Ryan stood up and ran a gently hand down his ass and around to the inner thigh. Then cold metal closed around his left ankle and a hand pulled his right ankle closer. Jeremy moved, trembling as the second wide manacle closed leaving him with enough room to spread his legs some, but he suspected he'd have trouble walking, and yes, he was in fact right on that. Ryan pulled him around the couch to the center of the living room, and Jeremy flinched as his first step was too large, making the metal of the cuff cut into the back of his ankle painfully. 

Once Ryan had him in place, a hand worked the front of the belt again, and Ryan quickly unlocked the cuffs. Before Jeremy could to anything with his hands, cold wide metal straps closed around them. The blindfold disappeared, and Jeremy looked down at the silver steel and black leather imprisoning him. He raised his hands and discovered that the chain padlocked to his center belt had an ingenious design where it was threaded through the wrist cuffs making a loop. If he kept his hands as waist level, he had a fair amount of freedom, but the farther from his body he reached, the more his hands were forced closer together. The cuffs around his ankles were connected by a steel cable rather than a chain, and his genitals weren't visible under the silver steel cock sheath and the black leather.

"On your knees," Ryan ordered as he pushed down, and Jeremy immediately dropped to his knees, staring in fascination at the small downward curving steel that held his cock imprisoned. He'd be peeing sitting down with that thing on. He looked up and found Ryan sitting on the couch in front of him. 

"So, this gets you hot?" he asked, one eyebrow up again.

"Yeah," Jeremy admitted softly as he looked at the gold carpeting.

"Well, that's three punishments. You know better than to answer like that. Does the idea of being chained for the next five months get you hot and horny?" Ryan asked again as he took his foot and pressed on the chastity device, pushing it farther in and making Jeremy groan as his cock now made an effort to respond.

"Yes, Master," he answered.

"Too bad you aren't going to be coming as much as I am," Ryan said with a crooked smile, and Jeremy looked up at those warm brown eyes that had an expression Jeremy didn't recognize. It looked almost like lust. "So, I think I'm going to use my slaveboy tonight." Ryan reached over and grabbed the television remote before unfastening his kaki pants pushing both his pants and his underwear down just far enough for him to pull out his half hard cock.

"So, you better keep your mouth on me and keep me hard until my show is over in one hour, but if I come before the end of the program, I'm going to be really put out because then I'll miss part of my show. Got it?"

"Yes, Master," Jeremy said as he shifted in. Funny, wasn't this how he got in trouble in the first place? He braced his hands on the couch between Ryan's legs and lowered his mouth, slowly taking just the head of Ryan's cock in his mouth and immediately moaning in both pleasure and frustration as the movement drove the butt plug farther into his body. Ryan's hand landed on his head, not pushing but just resting there as if he was some sort of pet dog, and Jeremy slowly slid down the shaft, pushing himself down until he felt the head of the cock tickle his gag reflex. 

Behind him, the music for one of Ryan's god-awful sci-fi shows started, and before today Jeremy would have teased his friend mercilessly, pointing out all the loopholes in the plot and insulting the special effects. Instead he pulled back and mouthed the side of Ryan's penis, licking and kissing down the shaft.

"As soon as you're finished there, I'm going to gag you and put you to bed," Ryan said carelessly, dangling a piece of leather from his hand. It looked like one of his old football mouth guards except for a black plastic piece going from one side to the other that would trap his tongue and the wide leather strap with its locking buckle. Jeremy continued, reaching down to take a hairy ball in his mouth and breathing in Ryan's musky, yeasty smell as the curled hairs tickled his nose. Ryan jerked a little and moaned, so after a second, Jeremy pulled back. He didn't want to break another order with three punishments already in the queue. 




Caught in the Act



In the end, Jeremy broke the order anyway. He was busy trying everything he'd read about deep throating. He had gently urged his Master toward the edge of the couch where he could go on all fours and get a better angle. 

As the head of the cock got near the back of his throat, he allowed his mouth to fill with saliva and breathed out to open the throat. When he actually did start gagging, he allowed himself to gag while trying to swallow and pressing farther in. He had about three quarters of Ryan's cock in his mouth when he felt hands grabbing at his head and felt Ryan jerk under him. 

Guiltily, he looked up at the clock and realized he still had a good twenty minutes before the end of the show and Ryan's eyes were closed shut, his body stiff, his lips mouthing the word 'fuck' over and over as he came in long shivers that thrust the cock even deeper into Jeremy's throat. Jeremy pulled back and sucked more gently as he felt Ryan soften in his mouth. Eventually he ended up with his cheek resting against Ryan's thigh as he looked at the spent cock. His own cock was sending up flares of pain reminding him that he hadn't gotten to come again.

"I'm sorry, Master," he offered.

"Fucking brat," Ryan finally gasped as he opened his eyes. Jeremy could hear the commercial as he knelt, his knees starting to ache and his jaw practically on fire as he tried to work it side to side. "You did that on purpose."

"No, Master," Jeremy blurted. He wasn't sure whether disagreeing was breaking a rule, but that really wasn't the case.

"Just caught up in the moment then?" Ryan asked, and from the tone it was clear he found that a laughable possibility.

"Yes, Master," Jeremy said honestly as he looked up at the man who was now very definitely something more than a best friend. For a long time, Ryan looked down at him, even after corny music announced the return of the space ship full of heroes. 

"Open," he finally said, and Jeremy opened his mouth for the gag, and really it felt right, the taste of new plastic and the taste of Ryan's salty and slightly bitter come. The plastic piece in the middle did trap his tongue, and Jeremy felt an almost panicky need to fight that strange sensation, but then Ryan was buckling and locking the strap at the back.

"So, when your assigned chores are done, you have three choices," Ryan said and Jeremy tried to smile as Ryan tapping him on the nose sharply the way the man had done so often when about to make some point in an argument. It was a strange gesture, but one that had grown out of some stupid wresting match over the remote in the dorm room. He found he really couldn't smile with the front piece of the gag over his lips, though so he could only look up.

"You can kneel at my feet, sit at my feet, or lay at my feet," Ryan said seriously, and Jeremy wasn't at all bothered as he shifted around so that his right shoulder was leaning against the couch and his back was resting against the inside of Ryan's left thigh. Almost immediately he pushed up with a yelp that turned into more of a muffled squeal through the gag. Ryan looked at him in concern and Jeremy shrugged meekly, a little embarrassed to have so totally forgotten the butt plug or the fact that the butt plug excited him in ways the cock cage really made uncomfortable. Jeremy's knees now started their protests about the earlier work out and the 40 minutes of kneeling already. He felt like the carpet pattern was permanently tattooed on his kneecaps.

Considering his options, Jeremy carefully rolled to his side and lay down in front of the couch on his side. He sighed in relief. His neck would be sore after a while of this, but the butt plug was only slightly driving him mad with both lust and discomfort, and with his knees pulled up, he could actually scratch his kneecaps. Ryan's foot came to rest on his hip, and Jeremy settled in for a night of frustration and television and bliss. 



Caught in the Act



I lay there and thought of your hands running all over my body, lightly brushing my nipples and tugging my nipple rings. Before I realized it my own hands are following the path I imagine your hands to be going. I run my hands down over my belly and stroke the outside of my pussy, just petting it and just for kicks I give it a little slap. mmmmmmm I do that again, it feels good. I slip one finger inside only the lips and slide it up to my clit. I rub back and forth on the top part of the ring making the bottom part of the ring rub my clit up under the hood. I feel myself start to drip and I slide my finger down and get it wet. I bring it up to my mouth and taste the sweet juice. I take my other hand from my tits and open my pussy wide and dunk my fingers deep inside. ahhhhhhh I use my thumb to rub my clit as I push my fingers deep into my pussy. I feel the warmth of orgasm start to build in my belly and spread out over my body and I cant help but moan. As I do the peak hits and I gush hot cum all over my hand. I feel my pussy grabbing my fingers and pulsing... over and over. 

As it starts to subside I open my eyes and I see you there watching me get myself off. You smile at me and tell me I look beautiful. But, I am not through yet. You hand me a vibrator and tell me to keep going. I take it and rub it over my nipples and smile as I realize you are just going to watch me. I take it and dip it into my dripping wet pussy and slide it up to tickle my clit. mmmmmmmmmm nice. As my back arches you move to me and ask if I need help. I moan uh huh and put the vibrator down. You pick it back up and hand it to me. You reach down with both hands and spread my pussy wide open and tell me not to stop. I rub it down my pussy and slowly back up to my clit. As I do you move your hands behind my knees and lift them up and back to give you a better view. With your face just inches from my hot wet pussy I feel your breath on me and it feels so good. I slide the vibrator back down and gently, slowly slide it inside and I moan loudly as I do. I start to slip it out and then push it back in. Over and Over. I feel myself start to drip as the wetness slides down the crack of my ass. I slip it out of my pussy and slowly run it in circles around my ass. I feel your breathing get faster and deeper and I hear you whisper, "yes...do it!" I slowly slide it inside my ass. OHHHHHHHHH Yeah. It feels so good I immediately start to cum. I moan and writhe through it and as it subsides I let my body go limp. 

I feel you move and open my eyes to see you taking your clothes off. I smile and as you turn I grab your cock with my lips and start to suck. I pull back and slowly run my tongue over every inch of it. Kissing and licking and sucking. I move down and as I stroke you I suck your balls into my mouth one at a time. I lick my way back to the top and run my tongue around the top and gently lick before devouring every inch of you deep into my throat. Pulling back and going back down again. I feel you twitch and I hear you moan. You pull my hair back and force me deeper with each stroke. 

Then pulling my off you and laying me down. You take my hands and tie them up above my head. You tell me I am naughty for teasing you like I did. You lightly spank my tits and I start to moan. You lean and suck one into your mouth while you tug on the other. You start licking your way down and I am moaning and wiggling and I instinctively pull my knees up to my chest. I feel your hands hold me open and out as your tongue slides inside my pussy, and up to my clit. Flicking and sucking you send me over the edge and I scream. I feel cum pour out of me and all over your face. You sit back on your knees and slide your cock into me with a hard, quick stroke and start to really give it to me. As I cum again your reach up and take the ties off my wrists and pull out of me.

You turn me over and pull me up on my knees. I feel your hand come down on my ass and the sting lingers as another comes on the other side. I start to moan and whimper. I know what's going to follow. After several spanks I feel your fingers slide into my pussy and your thumb begin to tickle my backdoor. Just as I start to moan and push back into you I feel the slap again and my Bach arches. I feel your hand disappear and I feel your big hard cock rub on my ass. You tell me to open up to you and I reach back spread my ass for you. I feel you slide into me and start to moan. It feels soooooooo good and you are so deep. I beg you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me hurt. I feel your hand come down on my ass again and I scream. I feel your cock twitching in my ass and I beg you to fill my ass with your hot cum. As you start to cum I go over the edge and explode. I feel your cum fill my ass and I feel your cock twitching in my ass. I feel my ass spasm around your cock and I explode again. 

As the feelings get less intense I slide onto my belly. Keeping you inside me I turn on my side with you behind me. We fall asleep still as one.



Caught in the Act



I sat the bag down just inside the door of the room and looked around as the door clicked softly shut behind me. The nervous sweat on my palms made me rub them down my thighs and I swallowed past the lump in my throat. The cozy sitting room opened into a bedroom and I pushed open the door to see it fully. An enormous 4-poster bed was the focal point. Its thick sturdy columns rose to the vaulted ceiling. A richly upholstered bench sat at the foot of it; off to the side was an intimate sitting area with 2 well-padded chairs and a small table. Opposite the sitting area and the bed was another door leading to the most amazing bath I'd ever seen. Clear glass doors surrounded the shower with dual heads. A spa tub was located just past it. 

I shook my head at the splendor and glanced at the clock, noticing that I had about 2 hours to get ready. I retrieved my bag, setting it on the bench and gathered my toiletries. I turned the shower to its hottest setting and peeled my clothes off while the steam floated lazily in the air. 

As I stepped into the shower, I heard a faint sound from the suite. I paused a moment listening, but heard nothing more. Hot water poured over me. I closed my eyes, thinking of you, while I lathered my skin. My hands drifted over my small sensitive breasts, down my stomach and over my sex. Soap slithered down my legs, like a sensuous caress. I spread my legs, raised one up onto the recessed bench and smoothed the thick lather over my mound. It was quick work to shave myself bare. The baby oil was difficult to open because my hands trembled with nervous excitement. I needed to get it exactly right. 

I filled my hands with the oil. As hot water poured over me, I began to massage my skin. Water beaded on my breasts. My hand slipped between my thighs stroking the smoothness. I couldn't resist rubbing my clit even though I knew I shouldn't. I removed my hand from the temptation and oiled my legs. I turned and bent over the bench and stroked across the cheeks of my ass. My fingers slid between them and I rubbed oil down the crevice before touching the little puckered hole. I shivered, envisioning your hand and began to work the oil in the way you liked. I stroked my finger in and out, lubing it well. 

Suddenly my desire became intense. You'd never know. I set my knee on the bench, opening myself and leaned forward to brace against the wall. I stroked my fingers in and out of my ass and rubbed my clit with the other. I masturbated, fucking my ass with lubed fingers and circling my clit. It had become a hard swollen nub, sensitive to the slightest touch. The cool wall pressing against my breasts was a stark contrast to the rising heat from the shower. I felt myself tense and squished two fingers deeply into my ass while a powerful orgasm overtook me. I dropped to my knees, panting hard. 

Guilt swamped me after a moment. If you knew what I'd done, you would not be pleased. I quickly washed again to clean away the evidence between my thighs. I shut off the water, and patted my skin down. I grabbed the bottle of oil and stepped out of the enclosure. I smoothed it again over my bare mound and ass in preparation. I tingled, still aroused from the play and anticipating our time together. 

I padded, daydreaming, from the bathroom to get the hairbrush I'd forgotten in my bag. I bent over, rummaging through my things and felt an odd sensation of being watched. I looked up and was startled to find you sitting one of the chairs. 

With a gasp, I instinctively hunched and covered my breast with my hand, and managed to smack the bristles of the brush against myself. "Ow! You startled me!"

You nodded your head and smiled, motioning for me to come to you. I took the few steps to stand before you nervously. Without a word, you reached for my hands and tugged me closer. I felt your hands slid over me and was turned to face the table. You took the brush from me, brought my hand to your mouth and placed a kiss on my palm. Then laid my hand on the top of the table and nudged my legs back, indicating with your gestures for me to bend over. 

I shivered and bent at the waist with both hands supporting me. Your hand skimmed over my lower lips, reaching between my thighs, below my ass. I flushed, recalling my shower. I knew I was still very wet with arousal. One broad finger stroked between the slippery lips. Briefly I wondered how long you'd been there. Had I been caught? No, you would have already said something. I breathed a relieved sigh.

Your hand massaged each rounded cheek. Then your finger slipped between them and rubbed at the well-lubed brown pucker. I saw you nod your head with approval. I sighed as your first finger slid into me. My head dropped down and I relaxed my upper body. I pillowed my head on my arms and rocked lightly back into your finger. You removed the thick digit, and slide your hand down the base of my spine. It pressed me down further, and I felt you spread my cheeks a bit with it. I sighed with pleasure, enjoying each sensual touch. 

I felt you probe my anus again, and your touch felt different. Puzzled, I started to lift my head and I felt cool plastic slip into me. It stopped when something prickly pinched my cheeks. Startled, I turned but the hand at my waist pinned me further. Suddenly your other hand slapped my ass sharply. 

I yelped and looked back. I could see the hairbrush sticking obscenely out of my ass and the displeasure in your eyes. You knew! You had watched me and I hadn't noticed. 

"I'm sorry, Sir." I managed to whisper before the opened hand struck again. You began a pattern of punishment that rocked me. Three slaps to each cheek, a pause, and then the hairbrush would viciously thrust in and out of my reddening ass. Over and over, my ass was on fire. I could hear myself whimpering as I submitted to the humiliating punishment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...." I chanted between clenched teeth. 

After an eternity, it stopped. It just stopped. I stood there, legs trembling, my face pressed into my arms with my ass stinging and plugged. You grasped my hips and pulled me away from the support of the table. Then you folded me over until I had to put my hands on the floor to keep from falling. Your quiet, impersonal touch sent a shaft of fearful adrenaline through my aching body. 

I was mortified, spread and bent before you, my ass in the air with the brush handle stuck into me. Humiliation overcame me as my wet nether-lips shamelessly gushed the evidence of my arousal. Further proof was in the hard raspberry nipples pointing to the floor. 

I could see the expensive leather of your shoes between my legs. They nudged my leg, spreading me further. You stood and there was the soft sound of your zipper. The brush was removed. I breathed a sigh of relief. You leaned over me slightly and kissed my back. I purred at the gentle attention, mewling like a kitten. 

I felt the bristles of the brush pressed gently against my pussy. You leaned back, kneading the fleshy muscle of my ass with your hand. Without warning, you drew back and your warm spit splattered on the exposed hole. I felt you stab your cock into my ass roughly. You fucked me with deep hard strokes. Each pounding thrust pushed the pinching bristles against my sensitive, dripping cunt. 

I franticly begged. "Please, no more." The sound of my voice spurred you higher and you fucked my red ass even harder. 

Finally, I realized what you wanted. I groaned begging. "Fuck my ass harder! Use my sore little ass!" 

I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm even through the discomfort in my ass and the pain against my pussy. You knew it too. You picked up your pace, pumping more furiously into me than before. I felt your balls slapping against me and your cock pulsing, spewed into me. You groaned harshly. Your breath rasping in my ear as your hot seed spurted inside my bowels. I was close too. My body strung tightly on the edge of the abyss. I tried to press back, only needing one or two more strokes to come, but you held me still. I felt you pull out and the warm trickling of your spent load leaking from my abused hole. I moaned my disappointment and frustration. 

Then to my astonishment, the brush handle pressed back into me. I froze there, shocked. I needed to come so badly. I heard your pants zip and felt the cool bottom of your shoe on my inflamed cheek. You pushed me with your foot lightly and I rocked forward to my hands and knees. I watched you tuck your shirt in and sit back down. 

The chair creaked softly when you relaxed back and clasped your hands behind your head. "Clean up and this time behave yourself, slut." 

After a moment of surprised silence I rolled to my knees and reached back to remove the hairbrush, humiliated and so on edge I could scream. 

"No" You said quietly. "Crawl in there and take care of it, my naughty girl."

I blushed with my entire body. Bowing my head, I inched to the doorway. I stopped and looked back over my shoulder. I saw the object of my punishment rising grotesquely from my sore ass. You watched closely. I grinned wickedly and spread my legs allowing you a view of the dripping moisture between my thighs. You cocked your brow, eyes twinkling. With a chuckle, I crawled forward to do your bidding. In the doorway I paused to wiggle my ass defiantly. It was going to be a long and pleasurable night. 



Caught in the Act



Bob felt much older than his age. Sure, his once brown hair was more than halfway gray, his midsection had gained a few unhealthy pounds, and there seemed to be new wrinkles showing up in his skin everyday, but he still looked younger than his fifty-five years. He was handsome, in relative good shape, with bright, brown eyes and a warm smile that could turn heads if he ever showed it.

But Bob was depressed, and had been for a long time. Counseling had made it better, to a point, but he still preferred to be alone a lot of the time. He had stopped feeding his personal relationships with phone calls and nights out, so most of his friends had downgraded to mere acquaintances. In fact, he had always liked his time alone, and if not for Mary, he probably would have remained single forever. So most days he was okay with being alone. The other days were the days that he missed his wife the most.

They had been together their whole lives, first as neighbors and classmates, then as coworkers and spouses. But she'd been gone for almost five years now—cancer—and he still missed her deeply. Plenty of days were bad, but a few had a particularly bad sting. On those days, he liked to be with company instead of remaining alone.

Lately, however, those desires to be with others seemed to be more about just having human contact as opposed to comforting his loss. A part of that realization gave him hope that these bad days would end.

And if things weren't already bad, Bob had a cast on his right arm from an injury he'd sustained at work. It didn't itch nearly as bad as it used to, but after dealing with the damn thing for a month already, he was not looking forward to the next month of wearing it before it came off. Yeah, it was definitely a bad day.

The latest bad day brought him here, to Las Vegas, to visit his daughter, Marie. He lived in Northern California, so the flight was short, and cheap tickets were always readily available. Usually he'd call her on his way to the airport, as Marie and her roommate, Tanya, were easy-going, and that's all the warning they typically required. This time, though, he had forgotten his cell phone, and rather than miss his flight retrieving it from the charger back home, he decided it would do no harm to give Marie a surprise.

Besides, this trip was especially exciting, because Bob's other daughter, Melanie, was flying in from the Midwest to visit Marie for the weekend.

Unfortunately, Bob's surprise arrival at his daughter's doorstep was not met with the greatest enthusiasm. She was polite, of course, but he definitely got the feeling that he had interrupted her weekend plans. Melanie wasn't scheduled to arrive until early the next morning, but apparently the girls had booked themselves solid from that point on, Tanya included. Him being there was definitely going to affect their plans.

He felt bad, but the plane tickets were paid for, and so he wasn't leaving until the end of the weekend. He made it very clear to Marie and Tanya that they and Melanie could go out and do whatever, and he wouldn't mind just staying home, but he knew his presence was still an intrusion. 

And later he would find out just how big an intrusion it really was.

Melanie arrived early the next morning, and she also seemed slightly put off to hear that good ol' dad was shacking up at Marie's. But to their credit, all three women were very polite, and tried their best to hide their disappointment. Bob could see through it, of course—after all, he was the father of two of them.

The first night that the four of them were together was the night Marie had bought tickets to a show on the Strip. But she only had three, and Bob wasn't interested in shelling out to the scalpers. Besides, he wanted them to have their time together. Simply being in Marie's three-bedroom home was a vacation to Bob, so he didn't mind staying behind.

While the girls were away, Bob kept himself busy with this and that, eventually boring of the TV and deciding to check his email. Few people actually emailed him, save spammers, but those who did were his closest friends, and they always had something interesting to say. To his surprise, the only new email he had was actually from Marie, sent the morning he had flown out here.

It was a huge file, containing a link to perhaps a hundred photos and even a few video clips that Marie had taken during Bob's last visit to Vegas. They had toured the surrounding mountains and desert that time, and Marie had, like always, been busy with her digital camera.

Bob began looking for a spare DVD to record these memories on, but the desk was, of course, unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't find anything without a label already on it. And then, in the back of a messy drawer, hidden under a stack of printing paper, was what appeared to be a blank disc. It had no markings at all, not on the disc itself, of the clear, plastic case. He popped it into the drive.

It wasn't blank, however. There was one file, simply named '14'. It was a video file, and without even thinking, Bob opened it.

The video image was a bedroom, focused mostly on the bed. The room was brightly lit, so much so that he didn't immediately recognize it as Marie's. He always stayed in the guest room, and rarely seen his daughter's bedroom. In fact, it was so strange to him that anyone would record this unfamiliar room that it didn't even cross his mind as to what it could be. Impatient, he dragged the play bar further ahead, to the middle of what turned out to be an hour-long video. When he released the mouse button and the video played again, Bob could not believe what he was looking at.

The bed had occupants now; two of them. And both were naked, and both were his daughters. He could tell because Marie was looking straight into the camera, and the blonde woman whose head was buried in Marie's crotch had a birthmark on her left shoulder exactly like Melanie did.

Bob jerked in his seat, fumbling for the mouse with his casted arm, but knocking it off the desk in the process. He needed to shut this off and bury it back in that drawer. He had seen way way too much, and it was his fault. He shouldn't have snooped. He never should have opened that damn file. Bob scrambled for the mouse cord, trying to pull up the mouse with it.

And then the audio really kicked in as Marie's voice filled the room.

"Oh, yeah. Just like that. Right there." Her voice was loud because of the volume, but in the context of the video, Marie was actually quite calm. She was definitely enjoying herself, moaning and breathing irregularly, but her words had more of a conversational tone to them, as opposed to screams of passion.

The sound of his own daughter's voice brought Bob's focus back to the screen. Paralyzed by the shock of it all, he stopped pulling the mouse and just watched, more out of disbelief at what he was seeing than anything else. He had no idea his daughters were lesbians, and to be doing this with each other!

As Bob watched, he saw all of his daughters' features, naked before him for the first time since they were little girls. Now Marie and Melanie were 28 and 25, respectively, and the changes were abundant. 

He saw Marie's long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and hanging just above her fat, pink nipples. Her breasts were perky B cups, and they jiggled as Marie sucked in uneven breaths of air. She was lean, with milky white skin and freckles all over, just like her father. Her face was always beautiful, but nevermore so than as she scrunched it in erotic pleasure. Compared to her sister between her legs, Marie was tall, though she was only just five and half feet.

Melanie, meanwhile, was mostly hidden in this angle, but Bob could fill in the blanks. She was almost identical to her older sister with her facial features, except Melanie had no freckles. Melanie took after he mother in the height department—she was only 5'2"—as well as the hair, which was a very light blonde color.  Her breasts were small, smaller than Marie's, even, but they seemed to fit naturally with her tiny, gently tanned body.

Both girls had unbelievable gray eyes, another gift from their mother, and they both looked young for their age. In fact, Bob wondered for a moment how old this video was, but then it hit him that Marie didn't have this house until a couple years ago.

"Oh, fuck," Marie's voice interrupted the silence. "Stop. Stop, or I'm gonna cum."

In the video, Melanie did as ordered, backing from between her sister's legs and climbing back onto the bed. She faced the camera for the first time, her long, thick nipples standing at full attention, and then she pulled Marie to her and they kissed deeply. Melanie's left hand gently caressed Marie's breasts.

"You taste so hot," Melanie said between their kisses. Then she grabbed something long and black, with straps hanging from it from behind Marie. Melanie broke the kiss and smiled to her sister. "You want to put the cock on?"

Bob punched 'escape' and exited the video player. 

He gasped for air, as if he had forgotten to breathe during the whole time the video had played. Then, fumbling madly, he put the mouse back on the pad, took out the DVD out of the drive and shut down the computer. He put the DVD back in the case and made sure to return it exactly where he'd found it.

The rest of the evening was filled with uncomfortable silence, even to a man who found most silence comfortable. He stared at the TV, but all he could see was his two, beautiful young daughters kissing each other...and more.

Bob was in bed before the girls came home. He preferred it that way, not knowing how to face them, even though they didn't know he had discovered their secret.

The next morning was no easier. He awoke early, but stayed in bed, still afraid to face his daughters. Making things worse was that it wasn't just the idea of what he had seen that was lodged in his head—it was the moving, full color images. He couldn't shake the vision of Marie's breasts rolling on her chest, he couldn't forget seeing Melanie's face buried in her sister's crotch, her head moving erratically. Marie's soft voice saying those dirty things. Melanie's tight little ass. The mention of the 'cock'. And even worse, Bob couldn't help but imagine them using that cock on each other.

These were not things he wanted in his head, but they were all he had at the moment.

He tried to ignore the fact that his own cock was rock hard.

Bob stayed in bed, tormented by his thoughts, as he listened to the girls wake, prepare for the day, and finally leave for a morning jog together. He had specifically heard Tanya tell Melanie that they would be taking the 'weekend' route. Marie explained that the 'weekend' route took about two hours to complete.

Great, Bob thought. Two hours for me to figure out a way to move past this nightmare.

But as an hour ticked by, Bob couldn't shake those sexual images. He tried telling himself that it was all a dream, or that he hadn't really seen his daughters, but two similar looking girls in the video. I was tired, he thought, and my contacts need a new prescription. Besides, he said to himself, the video didn't give close ups. I couldn't get very good views of their faces.

But it was all a lie. There had been nothing wrong with Bob's eyes, or the video angles or resolution. He was just creating this doubt for one important reason: To be sure of who was really on that disc, to be sure it was all in his imagination, Bob would have to check the video again.

Minutes later, sitting at the desk in his boxers, Bob reopened file '14'.

This time he let it play, waiting through about fifteen seconds of the bedroom before a tiny blonde woman, fully clothed, hopped onto the bed. She was very cheerful, with a big smile on her face, and she energetically bounced on the mattress, looking toward someone behind the camera.

"Here's Melanie!" The voice was loud, belonging to that very same someone behind the camera. And the voice sounded an awful lot like Marie's. "Now what are you going to do today, Melanie?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to get naked. I want you to show us those big boobs of yours." Marie laughed as she said it.

Melanie laughed along with her, still crawling and moving energetically on the bed. "I don't have any big boobs to show you, but I have some very nice nipples!"

"Ooo, let's see those."

Melanie lifted her shirt, showing off the pair of erect nipples. They were over an inch long, and thick. The camera zoomed in until the screen was nothing but Melanie's chest, and she pinched the nipples with her fingers.

"Those are very nice," Marie said. "I'd even say they're suckable."

The camera panned up to show Melanie's smiling face. "Oh, they're very suckable. And can I tell you a secret?"

"Please do." The camera zoomed out for a shot of Melanie from the waist up.

"I get my best orgasms when my nipples are sucked."

"Well, that makes them just that much nicer, doesn't it?"

Bob knew, from watching earlier, that the camera was not handheld but on a platform or possibly a tripod, and that revelation was confirmed when Marie herself then came into view, putting her lips on Melanie's left nipple, then sticking out her tongue and curling it around the hard little bud. But the attention didn't last, and soon Marie backed away, out of the shot, thought her voice remained clear.

"But there'll be no sucking yet. We don't want anyone to get tired from orgasms too early. We have all day..."

"I'm not going to get tired! I came her to fuck all weekend, dammit!" Melanie laughed playfully, then pulled her shirt over her head and off.

Bob hit stop. This was too much. There was no denying it, now. They were his daughters, they were having sex, and it was arousing him. His full seven inches had sprung out from his boxers at some point between 'play' and 'stop', proving that if Bob's mind would try and deny this reality, his dick would reaffirm it.

Bob was a wreck. He was sweating nervously, afraid of what he was seeing, and even more afraid of the fact that he wanted to see it again. This was so sick and so wrong. What could he do?

And then it hit him. He would do what any other man who had come upon this video would do. He'd jerk off to it. Of course! It didn't occur to him until now that he had, in fact, not been with a woman since Mary died years ago. He hadn't even looked at porn, meaning hers was the last naked female form he had seen. And it had been well over a month since he'd last relieved himself, what with the cast cramping his style. It was only natural that he'd be horny at seeing two sexy young women playing these naughty games with each other. It wasn't his daughters that turned him on, just the sex. And if he jerked off, certainly he would find his sanity once again.

Of course, it never occurred to Bob that he could have jerked off to anything, or even nothing. Yet he chose to do it to the video.

He hit play and dragged the bar three quarters of the way down, something like forty-five minutes into the hour-long file. The first image nearly blew his mind, even though he'd been fantasizing about it nearly all of last night. It was his little girl, Marie, wearing nothing but a black strap-on dildo. She was kneeling on the bed, her right side facing the camera, though she was turned so that he saw more of her front than her backside. In front of her on all fours was Melanie, who was taking the plastic toy not in her pussy, but in her mouth. Or, more accurately, down her throat.

Marie was calling out loudly, acting, of course, but taking her role seriously. Melanie bobbed on the cock with vigor, taking it all the way down before backing up and taking it again. Her ass was partially facing the camera, and Bob could see her own fingers working in and out of her vagina. He could also see his daughter's tight, puckered asshole, which caused his dick to swell further. He gripped it in his left hand, as weird as that felt, and began pumping.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Marie said, faking a building orgasm—or was she? "I'm gonna cum! Let me cum on your face, baby!"

Melanie released the cock and looked up in anticipation just as Marie put her lips together and spit. She spit right on her sister's face, and Melanie opened her mouth and swirled out her tongue eagerly in response.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Marie!" she gasped. "Give me your cum, big sister!"

Marie spit on Melanie's face again, then Melanie stood up on her knees, embraced her sister, and they two of them collapsed together in a passionate kiss. Marie lapped at Melanie's face, taking back her saliva, then pushing it through he sister's mouth again.

Bob pounded his cock and gritted his teeth.

The make out session didn't last long, for soon Marie pushed Melanie away, and Melanie then got on all fours, this time with her ass facing the dildo. Not wasting a second, Marie guided the sleek, black cock between Melanie's legs. From the angle, Bob couldn't see the actual penetration, but he registered it when Melanie's entire body jumped and she grunted with pleasure.

Marie was instantly slamming into her sister with the dildo, banging so hard that Melanie's entire little body threatened to bounce right off the bed. She gripped the bedspread with tight little fists, and tried to meet Marie's thrusts by bucking her own hips. 

"Ohh...fuck, fuck...oh my God, Marie, keep fucking me..."

And then there was a sound. Not a sound from the video, but from outside. Bob snapped his head around toward the front door. Something was clicking—the lock!

Bob didn't bother to hit stop. He just mashed the power button on the monitor and CPU with his thumb and dashed out of the room. He grabbed his clothes as the girls entered the house, then jumped into the guest shower before they had moved in far enough to greet him.

It was going to be a long day, Bob worried.

And it was, as was the next one. But surely to the girls, Bob thought, the end of the weekend had come far too quickly. Bob knew—and, regrettably, had fantasized--about what they were probably really doing when they went out. The "show" on the first night was good, they had said, yet they offered no details. Only that first jog did his daughters come home sweaty, yet they had gone on four of them. Then there were the extra meals they went out alone for, yet they were always hungry for the next lunch or dinner. And their late nights out at the bars were never followed up by hangovers in the morning.

Now it was the final night that Bob and his girls would be together, and he had not been able to truly relax during his entire stay. He would be flying out tomorrow evening. He hoped, once he had gone and gained some distance from this situation, things might turn to normal.

He had already said his goodbyes to Melanie, who would be leaving early tomorrow morning, before he woke up. So now Bob lay in the guest bed, guilty with the thoughts still running through his head, and trying to ignore the erection he'd been struggling to hide all weekend.

Bob hadn't been able to finish his jerk session two days ago, which was, he hoped, the reason he had been plagued with such things. He had been afraid to go back to that DVD after nearly getting caught. It wasn't until hours after he jumped into the shower that morning when he realized that the disc was still in the drive. Fortunately, no one had used the computer before he was able to stash it back in the drawer. It was that kind of close call that he spent the weekend making sure to avoid.

Until now.

The girls had already turned in for the night, and they wouldn't bother him as long as they thought he, too, was asleep. This was the perfect opportunity to finish what he started. And he had snuck in the perfect tool to help him: the DVD.

Marie's guest bedroom had it's own King-sized bed, it's own leather recliner, and, most importantly, it's own 36 inch TV and DVD player. The disc was already loaded.




Caught in the Act



Keeping the lights off, Bob grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV. Before everyone had retired for the night, he had made sure the volume was all the way down, so there was no sound to alert anyone when he turned it on. The screen glowed, and Bob pushed the buttons to start the DVD.

As it started, he realized that this was not actually the best opportunity after all. He knew that he'd have to keep the remote in his hand in case he heard something outside. Even with the volume off, someone passing by might see the light coming from under his closed door, and investigate. And both Marie and Melanie were restless sleepers. Therefore, Bob had no choice but to keep his ears tuned and his finger on the TV power button.

The wrench in the plan was his cast, which was, needless to say, not the most effective companion for jerking off. The material wrapped around his thumb, restricting his fingers from making a fist, and covering a portion of his palm. Therefore, he could only watch the video safely, with both hands occupied, or take a great risk by gripping his already aching hard-on with his remote hand.

Fearful of the consequences of being caught above all else, Bob opted to just torture himself and watch without touching himself.

He refused to acknowledge the fact that, if he wasn't going to relieve himself, he had no valid reason for watching the video at all.

Yet his eyes were glued to the screen.

No skipping this time. Bob was watching the whole thing, start to finish. He saw his daughter, Melanie, do a sexy strip tease, then Marie entered the frame and followed suit while Melanie playfully tickled and fondled her. He saw Marie tongue her sister's asshole. He saw Melanie return the favor to Marie's clit. He saw them toying with the strap-on, first watching Melanie suck it and get fucked by it again, then watched Marie get the same treatment. He counted three orgasms for each girl in the video so far, and it wasn't over. 

Periodically throughout the video, one of the girls would take control of the camera and zoom in on the other's various body parts, treating Bob to close-up views of his daughters' asses, pussies, and breasts.

His erection, meanwhile, was straining to the point of agony, and he had drizzled pre-cum down to his testicles.

On screen, the girls did a little sixty-nine action, then Marie began putting on the strap-on again. Bob moaned, in spite of himself.

That's when he noticed his door was ajar.

Holy shit! How long had it been open? He tried to think back to the last time he had looked at it. Probably at least fifteen minutes. He was so engrossed, he forgot all about it, and now it had drifted open. Only it couldn't have just opened by itself. He had made sure the door was fully shut. Unless someone had turned the handle, that door would not open.

Which meant someone had turned the handle...and there she was, hiding in the darkness of the gap between the door and jam. It was Melanie. When she saw her father staring at her fearfully, she pushed the door further open and lightly padded into the room. He didn't move, and she closed the door quietly behind her.

Bob was too afraid to even breathe. Though he almost immediately had hit the TV power button, bathing the room in darkness and hiding his exposed erection, he knew he was caught. He knew she'd seen. His mind was searching furiously for any explanation, no matter how ridiculous, that might get him out of this. Even if she didn't believe him, at this point, for her to just pretend to buy it and leave was better than nothing. But Bob couldn't even spit out a word.

It was so dark, and his eyes had become so adjusted to the bright light of the TV, that he could see literally nothing but blackness. He felt like some stupid animal being stalked in a forest. Just stay frozen and she won't see you. She'll go away and everything will be all right. It was pathetic.

Then there was a sound, followed by movement on the bed. She was getting on the bed. And then Bob could hear her soft, calm breaths not two feet away, and closing. When she finally touched him, on his left hand, Bob's body jerked so hard he shook the bed. Her fingers explored his left hand...no, they explored the remote he was holding with it, and when she found the power button, Melanie pushed it.

"It's okay," she said softly as the TV glowed back to life. "Watch it. Let's watch it together."

As the room brightened back up to the point where Bob could actually see, he found that his daughter had sat right next to him on the bed, facing him. He stared right into her eyes, and she stared right back. Though he didn't dare look back at the TV, he found it terribly embarrassing that, right behind her head, the erotic video of this young woman and her sister was still playing.

"Melanie," he said, because he could think of nothing else. "I...I..."

Melanie gave Bob a warm smile. She touched his cast. "You haven't touched yourself, have you?"

Bob hoped she wouldn't wait for him to actually answer.

"I know guys need to jerk it now and then," she continued, still whispering and still smiling beautifully. "But how are you ever going to get off with one hand out of commission?" She leaned slowly toward him.

"Melanie, look," Bob said, terrified, dropping the remote and touching her shoulder with his left hand. "You have to get out of here—"

Melanie picked up the remote and forced it back into his left hand. "No, keep doing what you were doing," she said. "And keep your finger on the power button just in case we hear somebody else."

Bob looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Instead of an explanation, he got a kiss. It was quick and warm and soft, and Melanie even slipped the tip of her tongue between his lips. Speechless once again, he tried to find words to communicate to her how wrong this was, and how confused and sorry he was. But before he could make a sound, Bob felt his 25 year-old daughters' little hand wrap around the base of his slick penis. It had become quite flaccid since her entrance, but within seconds it was growing hard again.

"Melanie, baby, no," he said, afraid that she would find out he was enjoying this. Afraid he would enjoy it too much to have the strength to stop her if she continued.

But instead of releasing him, Melanie began pumping his shaft with her hand, slowly at first, but then working up her pace. He couldn't look at her in the eye anymore, but it frightened him how easy it was to direct his eyes to his crotch, watching her jerk him off. After a few seconds he tried looking away even from that, but his eyes then went to Melanie's body. She was so tiny and delicate, yet so in control. Her hair was much shorter than it was in the video, and she wore a pink negligee instead of her birthday suit, but everything else was the same. She was drop dead gorgeous.

Even her fat nipples, consistently hard during the video, were poking from beneath the fabric of her gown.

"Daddy," she said, and he reacted with fear. She never called him that. It hadn't been 'daddy' for almost two decades. "Go on and watch." It wasn't an order, but a polite suggestion, as if she were making this easier or something.

But Bob wasn't in the position to argue. His courage was on empty, and so he simply did as he was told. Not that it mattered. He wouldn't be able to focus on the screen enough to register what was going on anyway. He'd simply be petrified, just as he was now—

"See that dildo," Melanie asked, now also watching the TV. "Marie is going to fuck me in the ass with it. This is one of the first times I tried anal sex. I love it, but I don't get it a lot, because my ass is just for her."

Bob couldn't believe what he was hearing, or feeling, as his dick was now fully erect, and it had gotten so big that Melanie's little fingers could barely wrap around it. His head was spinning, but now it was more from pleasure than from the chaos of the moment.

And, oddly enough, Melanie's commentary did help him to concentrate on the video, which only heightened Bob's excitement. He watched as the video Melanie laid her face on the bed, stuck her butt in the air, and Marie came up slowly behind her with the dildo strapped in position.

Next to him, the real Melanie stroked Bob faster and faster, making some particularly loud, wet smacking noises in the process. Bob moaned.

On screen, Melanie jerked and opened her mouth with an expression of both pain and pleasure as Marie entered her from behind.

"It kind of hurts at first, but not much, and it's over real quick. Then it just feels amazing." 

Melanie's narration was not a distraction, but actually helped to calm Bob's nerves. And it made him as hot as ever. He could feel his heart ready to burst through his chest.

In the video, the fucking began, picking up pace as time went by. The sound was still muted, but Bob could almost imagine Melanie's screams of pleasure as she thrashed about on the TV, shutting her eyes tight, opening her mouth, and tossing her hair. Behind her, Marie was uttering some unheard words to her, using tough, dominating facial expressions.

"Marie really gets into it," Melanie said. "Well, we both do, you know. But she gets, like, mean. It's almost funny even. But mostly it's just really fucking hot. You've watched the scene where I say I can cum from just getting my nipples sucked? Well, I can also cum just from listening to my big sister's dirty talk." She laughed. "That's why my cell phone bill is always so high. All those long distance calls."

Bob was ready to pass out. Here he was, watching a lesbian video featuring his own daughters while getting a hand-job from one of those same girls as she described what could make her cum. Any one of those three things could have sent him into a paralyzing orgasm, but so far he'd managed to handle all of them at once.

But that stamina wouldn't last long. He felt his orgasm building, and before it broke through his dick, it broke through his mind.

"Oh my God, baby," he whispered, closing his eyes and sinking into the bed, absorbing all of this sinful attention. "Please don't stop, baby."

"You gonna cum for me, daddy?" Melanie whispered, her lips almost touching his ear.

"Oh God..."

"But you can't cum for me," she continued. "I'm your little girl."

"This is so wrong!" he said desperately. He wanted this so badly, but he couldn't ignore how awful it was for him to have such desires. And that only made him hotter.

"You're right," she played on. "You can't do this. How can you enjoy having your own daughter suck you off?" She licked his ear.

"Oh my God..."

"Is that what you want? You want me to taste your cum? You want to watch your daughters have sex, and then you want to shoot all that sperm in my mouth? Is that what you want?"

"Baby, Melanie, please..."

"You want me to be your slut, dad?" She licked his nipple.

"Yes!" he grunted, too loudly, but neither of them cared. Bob was on the very edge.

And then there was a new sensation at his crotch, and without opening his eyes Bob knew what it was immediately. Wet and hot and soft, his daughter's tongue licked the slippery underside of his cock, and then her lips followed suit and she engulfed him. Her tongue swirled once, twice, and that was it. Bob was cumming.

Bob grunted again and again as his cum shot out his dick and into Melanie's hot, wet mouth. Her hand still pumped his base as he lips and tongue massaged the upper half. Bob almost passed out from pleasure as he felt his own hot jizz swirling around his cock in her mouth. Through his own gasps, he heard his daughter slurping and swallowing noisily. She was moaning softly. He bucked uncontrollably upward, pushing himself further inside her and even into her throat, but she took it all in stride, milking his cock for every last drop. His cum must have flowed for almost a minute, and his spasms continued even longer.

By the time Melanie had taken her mouth from her dad's cock, the video had ended, and the TV screen glowed blue. Bob somehow found the courage to face his daughter again, and he was immensely turned on by what he saw. Her lips glistened with a layer of his seed, but even more erotic was her smile, loving and erotic all at once. Her expression seemed to say that she had enjoyed herself as much as he did, impossible as that seemed.

Her expression was all Bob had to go by, because Melanie didn't say another word after that. She mouthed "goodbye" as she looked deeply into his eyes and stroked his thinning hair, and then she turned away and silently left the room.

Sleep came easy that night, despite all Bob had to think about. When he awoke, his girls were already gone, as Marie had given Melanie a ride to the airport, and Tanya the roommate had left for work. He took this chance to return the DVD to its spot in the desk drawer.

When he opened the drawer, he found another DVD already there, though this one had a label on it.

"For you," was all that the message read, and it had a little heart underneath; the same kind of heart Melanie drew with her name on all of his birthday cards.

Bob took the gift and replaced the original.

As he dressed for the day and packed for his eventual trip home, Bob had a couple lingering thoughts on his mind that kept his dick at least half erect for hours.

First was the name of the file. '14'. Which indicated that there were probably at least 13 others. And who knows how many had been made since.

And second: If Marie was indeed a lesbian, then was Tanya really just a roommate, or something else? And was she on any of those other videos?

Bob was already making plans for his next trip to Vegas, and those plans included getting Marie and Tanya tickets to a show so he could get the house to himself long enough to find those other DVDs.

And if he got caught in the act, what was the worst that could happen?

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Melanie, check out Melanie the Matchmaker Parts 1 and 2. 



Caught in the Act



Lisa turned and slapped the snooze button on the alarm. Mark reluctantly raised his head to see the time. Five A.M. It was still dark outside. How she could get up so early for work he could never understand. Before she got her new job at the law firm, they were both night owls. Certainly they were not morning people. On weekends, they used to sleep in until ten in the morning, and then enjoy a few hours of intimate time alone together. They would sometimes just talk, kiss and caress. But often they just fucked, over and over, as many times as their bodies could take.

But that stopped happening when Lisa got the new job. She was starting to become a morning person, and their sleep schedules started to drift apart. Most importantly, their sex life was now all but non-existent. Lisa was always asleep long before Mark was ready for bed, and by the time he woke up, Lisa was long gone.

Lisa hit the snooze button again. Nine after five. Her alarm usually didn't wake him, but this morning he seemed particularly sensitive to it. He rolled away from her and set a pillow on his ear. He pressed his morning hard-on to the bed and he rocked his hips a bit; enjoying the pressure of his hardness against his lower belly. Mark looked forward to waking up later when Lisa was gone so he could masturbate like he did most mornings. He had all but stopped doing it after they got married, but lately Mark had started to look forward to pleasuring himself every morning to start the day.

At 5:18 the alarm went off again. This was unlike her, Mark thought. Lisa usually sprang out of bed at five o'clock sharp and never looked back. She moaned and turned the alarm off, this time flipping the switch so it would not go off again. Mark turned to her. She was facing away from him and he leaned in to kiss her shoulder.

"Morning, baby," she whispered. She felt his hand slide down her thigh as he pulled himself closer. His hardness startled her as he pressed it against her ass. She thought about how earlier in their marriage she would have either turned around to suck him off or shifted her hips so he could fuck her from behind. They would often just wake up like that and fuck, without even saying a word. But not this morning, she needed to get up. She was already running late.

Just before she could move to get out of bed, Mark slid his hand to Lisa's tits and gently massaged them. He had great hands; they knew her. They knew how to make her drip with excitement. They could ignite a passion in her that only a good hard fucking could put out. But she couldn't let that happen this morning. She tossed the covered off her and turned to sit up at the edge of the bed. She stared at the clock. "What is our marriage turning into," she asked herself. Mark's hand found her thigh, as though begging her not to go.

"Can I join you in the shower," Mark asked. He knew she loved sex in the shower. Maybe that could be the spark that rekindles things between them.

Lisa sighed. "Not today, Mark. I have to leave in 15 minutes. But I'll make it up to you. I promise." She turned to him, laying her hand on his arm. "We can't go on like this. We need to find some time alone together."

Mark nodded and smiled. Lisa stood, and Mark watched her round ass as she made her way to the bathroom. He heard the water in the tub turn on and he rolled onto his back. His hand gravitated to his cock, still hard and throbbing, and he stroked it gently. His heartbeat picked up a bit, and he felt a jolt of blood rush through his body, waking him up. He would wait until Lisa left for work to come, but until then he would just touch himself slowly and enjoy the state of being aroused.

Mark heard Lisa close the shower door and turn on the stream of water. He imagined the droplets turn into tiny rivers as they snaked down the curves of her body. She looked so sexy in the shower; the way her perky B-cup tits glistened as water dripped from her protruding pink nipples; the way the drops accentuated the dark hair covering her mound; the way it made her skin feel like silk. They loved to play in the shower. He loved the spray of the water on his face and he ran his tongue across her slick, shaved pussy lips. She loved how long his cock would stay hard when he fucked her. In their favorite shower position, she would stand facing away from him, bent over with her hands on the edge of the tub. Sometimes, when they would take showers together with the sole intention of taking an actual shower, she would bend over like this, turn to him with a mischievous grin and say "So do you want to fuck me, baby?" He could never resist.

But that wasn't to happen today. This morning, like every morning lately, Mark was left to take matters into his own hands. He had grown to enjoy jerking off quite a bit, and he was happy to find that it was usually his wife he would think about as he did it. Happy because it was proof that there still was a spark between them. He thought about her promise to him, and he silently made the same promise to her. He could no longer take her for granted, and they would have to find a way to make time for each other.

His thoughts turned back to his wife's wet, naked body in the shower. He pictured himself not in the shower with her, but outside of it peeking in and watching her bathe. He imagined that she had the removable shower head in her hand, the jet set to a vibrating, massaging spray, and her hand gripping the door, holding herself up. She worked the jets down over her soft tits, the water poking dimples into the supple flesh. She dropped the jets to her pussy. With a gasp, she found the spot at which the jets vibrated her clit just right. Mark stoked his cock as he daydreamed about his wife getting off in the shower, and he slowly lost himself in his fantasy.

Lisa stood motionless in the shower. The warm water trickled over the sensuous curves of her body, but she wasn't feeling very sensuous. She cupped her face in her hands. She was afraid she would have to fight back tears but she was too tired to cry; emotionally tired as well as physically. She couldn't do this anymore. She decide right there that she would look for another job, one without the commute that required her to get up so early. The pay might be lower, but what good was money if it costs you the things that you love. She took a deep breath and reached for the body wash.

Mark kicked the covers off as he got warm, and the cool air of the room felt good on his burning cock. He pulled at the shaft, admiring how it felt in his hand. He loved the feeling of it getting thicker in his hand as he got more aroused. There was a certain power he felt in holding his own cock. In day to day life Mark was a quiet, sometimes shy man. But feeling his hard throbbing rod in his hand, he felt a rush of ego that he enjoyed. It was not the biggest cock on the planet, but at six and a half inches, it had plenty of length. But it was the thickness that made his cock memorable. Most women he had been with told him he was their thickest ever. Mark used to write this off as the girls just stroking his ego, but he had come to learn that he indeed had a very thick cock. This thought made him proud every time he held it.

Lisa stepped out of the shower. She usually dried off and fixed her hair before coming back in to get dressed. Mark wondered if he could bring himself to come before she came back in. He stroked vigorously; his free hand cupping his jiggling balls. He pulled the foreskin up over his head, squeezing it hard, feeling the ridge of his head slip through his fingers. How circumcised guys lived without this feeling he did not know. His breathing became erratic, and he knew he was close. He rode that plateau as long as he could. He had become quite skilled at holding off his orgasm until the last possible moment. His body would tingle for an immeasurable period of time as he savored the feeling. His eyes closed; his head rolled back. Any second now he would feel his body release uncontrollably.

Mark sensed Lisa's body dart into the room before he saw her. "Forgot my brush," she whispered before glancing at him. He stopped mid-stoke. Lisa didn't know what to think. Her first thought was one of disappointment that this is what their marriage had become, but almost instantly, a naughty grin flashed across her face. She took a step toward him, and he could see her eyes trained on his cock. "What are you doing, dirty boy."

Mark blushed, though she could not see it. Although he was flushed with the sexual heat of pleasuring himself, she could tell he was embarrassed to get caught. "Nothing," he replied coyly. 

Her eyes widened as he removed his hand from his cock. "It doesn't look like nothing to me," she said playfully.

He grinned, looking up at her naked body. Her nipples, obviously cold after the warmth of the shower, pointed proudly up into the air, and her mound glistened as the beads of water caught the soft light from the bathroom. Her tits jiggled invitingly as she moved to the edge of the bed. Her petite frame appeared to tower over him from this angle.

"Want to join me," Mark asked, teasing his balls with his fingertips to stay hard, not wanting to obscure her view of his erection.

"No, I want you to continue." She pulled the chair from her make up table to the edge of the bed and sat. "I want to watch."

Mark felt his cock throb at the sound of her words. He had never been watched before, with the exception of the few moments after pulling his cock out of her pussy or mouth so that he could come on her skin. But this was different. Now he had an audience. As she settled in, her eyes eagerly looked him over head to toe. His hand slipped back around his cock, and he could feel it growing back to full size in his hand. He cupped his balls, closed his eyes, and began to work his shaft again. He could feel her eyes on him, and this excited him more than he expected. He knew she was watching his every move, but he didn't want to put on an elaborate and dramatic show for her. He was just going to show her how he gets off, plain and simple.

When he opened his eyes again, Mark saw that Lisa was visibly aroused. Her skin was more flushed than is had been earlier, and her nipples looked harder than he had ever seen them. She licked her lips as he stroked his cock furiously. She was going to have to remember just how rough he likes it. She had always been rather gentle with his cock, but watching him squeeze and tug gave her a twinge between her legs that she had not felt in a long time. He watched as she began to stroke her inner thigh.

"What are you thinking about, Mark?"

"Fucking you. In the shower."

"Oh yeah? Am I bent over? With my hands holding the tub, looking back at you?"

Mark nodded. "You're looking back at me, begging. Begging to get fucked."

Lisa stood from the chair, turned around and put her hands on the seat. Arching her back and turning her head to him she asked, "Like this?"

Mark nodded and groaned as he eyed her pretty pink pussy lips. They looked freshly shaved and the hair on her mound freshly trimmed. His hand squeezed his cock hard. He began to grunt as he pictured her in the shower with water streaming over her wet pussy. She sat back in her chair to watch him now, not wanting to miss the moment that he comes.

He closed his eyes again. He saw his throbbing cock run through the folds of her wet pussy. She turned her head towards him. "Fuck me now," she said, her voice echoing against the tile walls of the shower. He thrust into her watching the thick shaft disappear into her tight hole and she gasped like she did every time she was penetrated.

Lisa watched as Mark began to fuck his hand; his hips were matching the rhythm of his strokes. Faster and harder, his whole body moved on the bed. She slipped a hand between her legs and began to finger her slit, moistening her fingertip. She moaned when her finger found her clit. The nub was swollen, throbbing, and in desperate need of attention. She pinched a nipple with one hand and raised her other one to her lips. She tasted her sweet juices before returning her slick fingers to her clit. She rubbed feverishly as she watched him. His breathing quickened suddenly, and she knew he was close.

A drop of sweat beaded on Mark's forehead as he inhaled a quick, deep breath. He held it as he felt the ecstasy surge through his bloodstream. A spasm rocked his body, forcing him to grunt loudly. His hand clenched as he felt the sperm shoot through his shaft. His cock erupted; covering his belly with white strings of cum. Lisa looked on in reverence as the first load hit his chin. As she watched wave after wave pour forth from him, she understood why the streams felt so powerful when he came inside her.

Mark opened his eyes. Lisa was working her pussy feverishly. She licked her lips as she watched the cum pool on his belly. Her body trembled as her breathing became forced. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she gasped. He knew she was about to come, and it was going to be intense.

Her back arched. She slipped two fingers into her tight hole and just then she shuttered. Her tits shook as her orgasm rocked her body. Every inch of her skin tingled. She felt the sensation flow through her veins like it did only during the most intense orgasms. Barely able to hold herself in the chair, her hips bucked against her hand. She felt her pussy bite down on her fingers. The violent quivering of every muscle in her body released a tension that had been building for too long. She delighted in the feeling. It made her feel alive again. She opened her eyes to watch him watching her come. His cock grew hard again, and the hunger in his eyes was still there.

Lisa slipped her fingers from her pussy. It still trembled with lingering spasms as she licked her fingers clean. She then kneeled on the bed and lapped at the cum on Mark's chest like a kitten. 

"You'd better get ready for work," he said, his breathing obviously still not back to normal. 

She smiled playfully. She turned silently, lifted the phone and dialed. She was leaving a message somewhere. Her voice was deeper and huskier than usual. "Hi, this is Lisa. I have a bit of a fever today and I'm not going to be able to make it in." She hung up and turned back to him. She grinned as she continued the message, this time only to him. "My husband has brought on a fever in me that only he can cure." She leaned down and kissed his lips. Reaching between his legs, she gave his cock a squeeze. "I think I'm going to need an injection."

He grinned. He had never thought that he would be so glad to be caught masturbating. But if this was the result, we wouldn't mind it happening every morning. "I think this fever is going to require more than one." 



Caught in the Act



Celeste woke without an irritating alarm clock each and every day. She threw the heavy down filled comforter and sheer velveteen sheets back off her frame as she stretched her long arms and legs way out on the surface of her heated waterbed. She groaned and moaned softly as she felt her body loosen in that awakening gesture. Celeste wiped the sleep out of her eyes desperately pulling herself out of bed. She had a couple hours before she had to head off to work. She ran her own business, but chose to work the afternoons and evenings so she could have the night to herself. The night was her solace. And she indulged in herself each and every one of them.

Celeste had lived a year or two alone after Andrea passed away. Andrea had succumbed to leukemia several years ago. At first, she had lived entirely alone and isolated from the scary world. In the ensuing years -- while she could never embrace commitment again -- she sought out a person to share a home with just so someone else would be around. Loneliness can destroy a person from within, if you allow it, and years ago she found Gaye. Gaye was fifteen years older than Celeste, and the mother of her best friend that had moved away to get married a few years earlier, so it was an easy match. 

Gaye worked days. Celeste worked nights. But they passed each other once in a while and saw each other on weekends of course. Gaye was Celly's night light. That's what Gaye called Celeste. Celly. It made Celeste smile inwardly each time it fell of the tongue of Gaye.

Celeste marched down the stairs to the kitchen. The coffee maker, like always, was ready to percolate with a simple push of the button. Her breakfast of a bowl of dry cereal, a croissant, and the already filled coffee goddess was ready and waiting for her. On a little scrap of paper on the tiled counter, written in pink ink, was:

Have a great day Celly. Hope you take me up on the movie on the weekend. We really need to let our hair down and let the wind run through it. 

Love Landlady Gaye.

While we each owned half the home together for many years, Celeste always read Gaye's notes and smiled at her reference to herself as a landlady. The reason? A dark one.

In the years since Andrea passed away, Celeste had sought out anonymous intimacy and excitement on the internet, bereft of commitment or disheartening failings in love, and had refused to pursue traditional affections. She relegated herself to cyberspace each and every night. Chatting, writing, and surfing the labyrinthine intellectual content of the burgeoning social and popular culture of the world -- harnessed in uncountable microchips. Celeste had inadvertently discovered a darker side of humanity. And she had explored her interest further for several years.

She had discovered the embarrassing and enrapturing world of spanking. Her interests had unraveled each and every day since. Her fantasies had grown from simple curiosity to wanton lust for more than her weary heart could handle. Until this very moment, she had yet to succumb to her yearnings for a more active role in the lifestyle. She had not let her fantasies invade her private life.

She had, for more than a year, resisted that vexing temptation by spanking herself. Each and every morning. Gaye was at work by that time, so after enjoying her prepared breakfast (and a lingering reading on her secluded patio of content she had printed from story sites scattered over the internet), she would return to her room.

Just like always, Celeste returned to her bedroom. She removed her babydoll nightgown, climbed back up on her waterbed, peered into the mirror on the headboard, reached under the pillow for her maple hairbrush, placed it beside her right hip, and reached to her bum to give it a little massage. After a few minutes of letting the blood flow to her pale white cheeks, she would slap herself silly with her ever moving hands (followed soon with her brush).

Her routine was interrupted today, however, for she did not realize her room mate had returned home. Gaye had got to work only to find the hydro was out on her whole block. She was given the day off with compensation and had come home to enjoy her morning with her favorite partner in fun. Coming home quietly, she heard peculiar noises upstairs. Tip toeing up the carpeted staircase, she approached Celeste's room. As she neared the door it became increasingly apparent what was going on. Gaye's mind raced and wondered if she should just excuse herself and leave without causing a scene. She wondered if the embarrassment of getting caught in the act would ruin their friendship. She wondered if she could even remain silent. But her legs wouldn't cooperate with her. Her eyes were affixed to Celeste. And she was grinning widely. 

She moved right to the door frame. Clearing her throat.

Celeste froze like a dear in the headlights of a car on a rural stretch of road. Looking up into the mirror, seeing her long time friend, she knew she was caught in the act.

Celeste turned over and reached for the sheets and comforter on her waterbed concealing her lithe, nude body. She pulled the soft linen right up to her neck and looked upon Gaye with a confused and awkward expression on her face. There was a fierce warming in the cheeks of her face as she gazed upon her long time friend and caregiver. She was awash with embarrassment and bereft of any confidence to utter a single word of explanation. Besides, there was simply no suitable explanation or excuse for her behavior. She had been caught in the act -- red handed so to speak. Gaye knew what Celeste had been doing to herself. She knew in her heart that Celeste was likely doing this to herself for a very long time. She knew Celeste required this of herself, but was without a clue on the rationale for such an unconventional release. 

Gaye wandered step by step into the room. With an innocent, thoughtful, and understanding look on her face, she approached the bed frame. Taking off her stiletto heels at the foot of the bed, one by one, she looked upon Celeste covering herself up in her waterbed. She saw the embarrassment in her eyes and her cheeks. She paid witness to what she imagined would be going through her willful mind. Gaye didn't speak a word and climbed up onto the bed to Celeste's left. She felt the waves of the bed ebb and flow as she slowly crawled up beside Celeste. 

Motioning Celeste to turn over to her side, Gaye climbed up behind her pressing her body against Celeste's over top of the comforter and sheets. Cradling Celeste with her left arm -- placing her arm up and around her and running her fingertips through her hair -- she felt a sudden closeness previously unfounded in their relationship. 

Gaye was the first to speak.

Gaye -- "Hush, Celly, and don't say a word. Not that I expect you to get a word out right now. This is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sorry I came home so soon to find out this little secret of yours."

Celeste -- "But why are you home, Gaye?"

Gaye -- "A transformer got knocked out on the block at work and won't be repaired until later today. I was sent home with pay and I decided to come home and spend the morning with my favorite room mate before she went to work."

Celeste -- "And you came home to find me like this. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Gaye. You must be as embarrassed as I am right now. I've always tried to keep this a secret from you."

Gaye -- "You've fared well in concealing this from me, Celly. But you realize I would have understood your needs even if you had divulged this tidbit of information even years ago. You don't think I'm an insensitive, intolerant bitch do you?"

Celeste -- "Of course not, Gaye! Quite on the contrary. But I thought this would be even a smidge too much for even you to accept."

Gaye -- "Hush, Celly. This changes nothing between us, okie dokie? Promise me you understand that."

Celeste -- "I'm relieved to hear that, Gaye. I promise to hide this even more carefully in the future. I will never expose you to this shameful practice again."

Gaye -- "Celly. First of all, it's not shameful or anything you should pay a second thought to. You must have your reasons for doing it. Secondly, if you ever want to talk about it, or just a shoulder to cry on, you realize I'll be there for you ready and waiting to confide and be confided with."

Celeste -- "I'm not sure I could look you in the eye with any seriousness and actually confess to you. I don't think I ever could adequately explain why this drives me so crazy."

Gaye -- "Why does it, Celly? Tell me if you want. I'm waiting with baited breath."

Celeste -- "The fantasies running through my head came from the internet. After playing around there, my own surprises came to fruition. Unique little fantasies careened through my brain, Gaye. When I'm spanking myself, I imagine myself surrounded in those fantasies. My whole body shakes with desire. I feel embarrassed. Naughty. Entirely helpless. Completely surrendered to that fantasy. In this case, surrendering to myself."

Gaye -- "Have you ever surrendered yourself to those fantasies with someone else?"

Celeste -- "Heavens no! I don't think I could actually ever share this with anyone. I don't think I could ever trust someone that much."

Gaye -- "Do you trust me?"

Celeste - *Pauses with crushing silence*

Gaye -- "Celly, do you trust me?"

Celeste -- "Of course I do, Gaye. But I couldn't ask you for that. It's not your 'thing'."

Gaye -- "How, pray tell, could you possibly know what is or is not my 'thing' Celly. You presume too much."

Celeste -- "Is it?"

Gaye -- "Not yet. Nor do I think you are ready to give in to our little wanderlust into any of your fantasies. But I tell you what. Maybe I've been neglecting my closest friend a bit too much. Let's spend more of our free time together for the next while and see if this will comfortably be bridged in time to satisfy your lingering desires. But I will ask this of you. While we go out and have a little fun reacquainting ourselves together, I want you to refrain from your ....self indulgence. Can you do that for me?"

Celeste -- "Yes, of course I can Gaye. I don't do this every day you realize."

Gaye - *Giggles* "I sincerely hope you don't. It would be a shame to mar that cute little bum I just saw."

Celeste turned around giving Gaye a strong embrace. Gaye leaned in giving Celeste a kiss on the cheek. She climbed off the waterbed uneasily, putting her shoes back on, and retreated back downstairs. Over the next couple of weeks, Celeste and Gaye spent an inordinate amount of time together. They visited a museum, an art gallery, an eclectic coffee house, a live jazz bar, a beach, and a walking trail together. Hand in hand.....heart to heart.....they continued their discourse about their impending years together. Celeste felt more and more comfortable discussing with her closest friend all her lustful cravings. Gaye nodded and listened intently as she waited for the penultimate moment when Celeste would finally ask for what she truly warranted. That day had to come soon, Gaye secretly hoped, and in truth -- so did Celly.

The next few days passed by with a turtle's pace. Celeste ran her own business and worked long and stressful hours in the evenings. Every evening, after the rest of her employees went home to spend time with their family and friends, to have dinner with their children, or to enjoy the recreation in store for them....Celeste remained to hold down the fort. Nobody else wanted to work evenings, so she reluctantly took the ownership of that responsibility for herself, and stayed until 10:30 or 11. Thank goodness she had met a young woman last year that didn't mind working graveyards and that she possessed problem solving skills preventing, or at least reducing, calls to Celeste in the wee hours of the sleepless morning.

For many years now, in the midst of her duties to her own livelihood.....Celeste would allow herself a little recreation. She'd surf the internet (usually the seamier corners), write, read, or do whatever she fancied. After her talk with Gaye, Celeste's passions had been boiling over. She very nearly on the very next night, when she returned home well past 11PM, knocked on Gaye's bedroom door to plead her to take her over her knee right then and there. It took all her mental fortitude to resist what likely would have been entirely the wrong decision.

She had to commit some time and thinking to this. Standing at Gaye's bedroom door, she turned on her heels and went to her own room. Coming into her dark room, her expressive face was troubled and her body trembling, she climbed on top of her waterbed. Her jeans and sweater still on her body, she climbed on top of the covers. Huddled up with her legs almost to her chest, she sobbed herself off to sleep. How could she want to succumb to Gaye's benevolent whims so much and yet not allow herself, in the heat of the moment, to give in to her once and for all. Would she ever let herself even with Gaye's encouragement? It did feel like charity. Was she really that desperate? And would it forever change their friendship they had fostered for many years?  

The next morning she woke up with a cold sweat. She couldn't remember her dream which was not uncommon as she usually only remembered fragments of them and those surreal visions usually diminished in mere hours of her awakening. Celeste went downstairs and found her breakfast ready and a note on piece of paper by the coffee goddess. 

Celly,

I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight after work. Hurry home. And you better get lots of sleep tonight. You're in for a full weekend. We're driving down to the Big Smoke (Toronto for you non Canadians) to that art exposition at the museum you've been talking about for weeks. I bought the tickets already so no backing out! And I've reserved two rooms at the Harbor Castle for us. I know how much you've always wanted to stay there.

And Rachel is going to meet us in Toronto. She wants to take us to a little coffee house and a jazz bar she knows about. You like jazz, don't you? It'll be nice to see Rachel again, won't it? 

I miss you Celly...and I can't wait to see you. Enjoy your breakfast and your day sweetie.

Love Landlady Gaye.

PS. Check your email.

Gaye sure couldn't conceal her excitement. She certainly was using her embarrassing discovery to bring Celeste closer to her. Celeste welcomed it, of course, and not for the obvious reason. She still wasn't sure if she should ever bring it up again. Celeste wasn't one for change. Her sock drawer probably looked the same today as it did twenty years ago. 

She sat back at her kitchen chair, eating her delicious breakfast, and thought about seeing her best friend again. Rachel was Gaye's only daughter and Celeste's best friend for many years. She didn't get to see her much any more since she got married and moved to Aurora. Rachel and Celeste had been.....close. Close was an euphemism for affectionate. Rachel was a professional photographer by vocation. Rachel had twisted Celeste's rubber arm many years ago and had taken a slew of photographs, in various states of undress, and given her the portfolio as a birthday present. Another time, they had both ended up at a strip club. In Canada, one can get away with a lot more than you might think. Especially if you are a woman. It seems that strip club owners welcome female customers as they draw in oodles of paying men customers. Celeste, believe it or not, was a magnet for attention. She might admit she was a bit of a tease, a bit of a drama queen, and maybe just a smidge vain. Let us just say that women that decide to tip the dancing ladies tend to end up virtually as naked as the dancers that are getting paid. They tend to be asked for a lot of lapdances too. The night got a little steamy when both Rachel and Celeste ended up in a dark back room with no less than three busty, beautiful exotic dancers. What a night!

What Gaye didn't know about Celeste and her only daughter's friendship was that it had become this heated, that her daughter had any interest in the fairer sex, that her favorite room mate enjoyed the exclusive romantic company of women, or that this sordid fling had continued once in a while since Rachel's wedding. Celeste had met Eric and Rachel from university. While they were still only dating and courting, Eric actually welcomed Rachel's insistence to spend some "quality time" with her best friend. So they came to an agreement. Whenever Celeste needed a little female companionship, all she had to do was call up her best friend and tell her "it's time". She would tell Eric "it's time"....and it would be "time". This proved to be a frequent occurrence for the first few years. In the last year, Celeste only had called twice and the last call was virtually six months ago. She was a little pent up. She wondered if it was "time" again. The trouble was Gaye would be ever present over the course of this weekend so Celeste presumed she would be denied the fruits of her loins. 

Celeste went upstairs to her spacious shower, kept her promise not to -- you know what, and drove off to work planning out in her head how the weekend might go. She couldn't concentrate on work all day long. By supper time, she remembered the post script on Gaye's note. Opening up her internet browser, she brought up her email client. Inside, she found a few harmless chain emails from friends, plenty of spam, and the target of her curiosities. Gaye's email contained links to no less than twenty websites specializing and highlighting the benefits of spanking in one's sexuality. 

Lost in a whirlwind of phone calls and real "work", she spent the remaining hours of toil multi tasking. She was constantly returning to Gaye's painstakingly detailed research into Celeste's secret yearnings. 

By quitting time, she drove home to find Gaye already in bed. Again, she passed by Gaye's room. Today, it proved easier to walk by her door and up to her own bedroom. She fell off to slumber, counting sheep to sooth her savage beast, and woke up the next morning with a renewed vigor.

Stretching out in her bed, she wiped the sleep from her eyes. Getting up, she wandered downstairs to find Gaye cooking breakfast. Full breakfast, and Celeste's favorite meal of the day, was prepared and ready. She came into the kitchen quietly to watch Gaye slaving at the oven, her back to her room mate, and saw that she was wearing an apron. Gaye appeared so maternal like that and Celeste's desires started to erupt inside of her once more. Biting her lip, she wandered further into the room making sure Gaye heard her come in.

Sitting down to their delicious meal, they planned out their weekend together. Gaye, of course, had no idea what was running through Celeste's filthy mind. When Gaye recalled a phone call from Rachel this morning, she told Celeste that Rachel asked if she could stay with them for the weekend. Celeste's ears perked up knowing which hotel room Rachel would choose. 

Maybe it was time. Giggles.

After their breakfast, they both showered (separately -- keep your minds out of the gutter....leave that to me) and dressed (also in separate rooms -- keep with the keeping out of the gutter!). They decided to hop into Celeste's Corvette Stingray and put the top down. Letting their hair down, they drove down the freeway, stopping at a Timmy's (Tim Horton's coffee for you non-Canadians), and within an hour were down in the Big Smoke. They found parking in the adjoining garage to the gallery exposition. As Celeste got out of the car, Gaye took her hand as they walked towards the elevator. It was a strangely comforting gesture that put a big smile on Celeste's face. Gaye's too.

As the elevator elevated, Celeste felt her pulse quickening. She felt a twinge of heat between her thighs. She felt the pressure mounting inside of herself. And the weekend was just beginning!




Caught in the Act



Celeste and Gaye reached the upper levels of the museum for the art exhibition that they both had been looking forward to for some time. Celeste walked alongside Gaye and kept pace with the slowly moving woman. Neither was in a hurry, as neither was in life, and they strolled into the high vaulted ceilings of the complex. The building was bustling with tourists.

 Deciding on their route through the labyrinthine three levels of post modern architecture in concrete and glass, they walked alongside one another as they admired each painting. Neither Gaye nor Celeste were fans of abstract art and missed out on that entire wing. They were especially enthralled by the use of pastels in the visual masterworks of flowers, rainbows, rain, oceans, mountains, and all of nature's beauty. Celeste was very glad she got to share this with Gaye.

 Celeste had brought along a camera, but it was clearly posted everywhere in the museum that photography was not permitted in this wing. Celeste took a quick scan of the room to see if the security guard was around. When she thought the coast was clear, she let go of Gaye's clasped hand and smiled with mischief in her eyes. Holding the camera aloft and taking a photo of a pleasing portrait of a nubile woman lying down on a beach of white sand, she took her souvenir photo. Just at that moment, the uniformed security guard walked around a corner to see Celeste openly break the posted rules.

Guard -- "Ahem."

Celeste froze. Letting her camera down to her side, she turned to face the guard.

Guard -- "Excuse me miss. But the signs throughout this wing clearly state that photography is not permitted. The artists featuring their work here have specifically requested that. I will have to confiscate the film in your camera."

Celeste -- "Oh please don't do that, sir. The roll is chock full of memories from my friend's wedding. I really don't want to lose them. Please could you make an exception? I promise, cross my heart, that I'll put it away for the rest of my stay at the museum."

Guard -- "You should have thought about that prior to your blatant disregard of the posted rules, maam. Hand it over."

Gaye intervened. "Sir. I realize you're just doing your job and a mighty fine one at that. And if I had seen my wayward daughter with the camera, I would have stopped her right then and there prior to her potential sacrifice of her friend's wedding photos. She can be very sneaky. But I'll confiscate the infernal device right this minute and stash it away for safekeeping. I assure you no more pictures will be taken, that snapshot will be destroyed when its taken to the fotomat, and little Celly and I will be having a long, eventful chat when we get home."

 The guard appeared pensive for a moment and was looking over at Celeste with a contrived façade of innocence on her face batting her long eyelashes at the middle aged protector of the art.

 Looking around and admitting the bystanders were paying them no notice, he nodded. Gaye snatched the camera from Celeste with a feigned look of disgust on her face. The guard turned on his heels and fled.

Celeste -- "Nice save, Gaye. My thanks."

Gaye looked down at the camera and saw the counter held at one. She grinned.

Gaye -- "You're lucky he didn't peek, you brat."

Celeste -- "How could he not help to trust lil ole me?"

Gaye -- "I, for one, see right through your smoke and mirrors Celly. Your poker face doesn't work with me."

Celeste -- "I have a poker face?"

Gaye -- (Pausing) "Maybe a strip poker face."

Celeste -- "Yes, I guess that would be more like it. I guess you've figured out my trickery after all this time. I'll have to try harder."

Gaye -- "You realize the implications of this knowledge given that you ever exhibit such a blatant disregard of my rules, eh?"

Celeste -- "Didn't realize you had any governance over me, Gaye."

Gaye -- "Some day that might change."

Celeste -- "Duly noted, Gaye. Can I have my camera back? The guard has vanished on his Gestapo rounds."

Gaye -- "Promise not to get us caught red handed again?"

Celeste -- "But I see a Durer just over there in that alcove that is begging to be stored for posterity."

Gaye -- "Celly..."

 Gaye did not look amused and she stuffed the camera in her purse. She didn't take Celeste's hand like she had before, and Celeste missed the touch of Gaye's hand for the remainder of their tour. They finished their way through the last level of the museum without another word being spoken.

 As they left the museum, Gaye hailed a taxi with a shrill, piercing whistle that could be heard down the crowded block. She directed the driver to the coffee bar across the concrete jungle where they would meet up with Rachel.

Gaye finally broke the unnerving silence.

Gaye - "Are you gonna talk to me Celly? Or is this dark cloud going to hover over us for the rest of our visit?"

Celeste -- "You realize I was only joking about the Durer, right?"

Gaye -- "No you pulled the wool over my eyes on that one, sweetie. Maybe my fib detector is malfunctioning."

Gaye reached into her bag and retrieved her camera. She handed it back to Celeste. 

Gaye -- "Still friends?"

Celeste -- "Forever."

 Celeste saw they were stopped in gridlock and weren't going anywhere. She asked the driver if he would take a picture of the two girls on the town. The driver smiled and agreed putting the taxi in park. Celeste unlatched her safety belt and leapt over to Gaye sitting in her lap. She cuddled in against her favorite room mate and, cheek to cheek, a lasting memory of their day was taken. Celeste put her camera dutifully away and remained in Gaye's lap.

Gaye -- "I like you being on my lap, Celly."

Celeste blushed ever so softly. Gaye simply winked back at her friend.

Gaye -- "Good. Since that's water under the bridge, did you have fun at the museum? Was it everything you expected?"

Celeste -- "And more. Thanks for coming with me. Everything worth doing by yourself is infinitely more entertaining with two."

Gaye -- "Some people find it entertaining doing certain things alone."

Celeste missed the point. Duh. What a spaz!

Celeste -- "Like playing Twister."

Gaye -- "Right hand blue wouldn't be as much fun playing solo. I imagine certain women might amuse themselves when they thought they were completely alone. Even when they have someone close that could join them in their shenanigans."

Gaye had driven the point home. Celeste openly blushed. She leaned in and gave Gaye a great big hug. 

Gaye -- "Put your seatbelt back on, younglady. I see we are moving again. You don't want me to ask the driver to pull over the taxi, do you?"

Celeste -- "That won't be necessary."

Gaye -- "Good. Are you looking forward to seeing Rachel? It's been quite a while since you've seen her."

Celeste -- "Not since Christmas. I wish she hadn't moved away. But then again, if she hadn't I doubt I would have gotten to know you. So I'll be a glass is half full kinda girl after all is said and done."

Gaye -- "Well, that's very sweet of you to say Celly. I'm just as fortunate to have you around. This old gal needs a little company too. And you keep me young."

Celeste -- "Do I? I ain't even got started yet. They have a skydiving class in Milton. Next weekend?"

Gaye -- "You're kidding right?"

Celeste -- "Thought I had a strip poker face."

Gaye -- "You're getting better at bluffing."

Celeste -- "Would you go?"

Gaye -- "For you, yes I would. I might call your bluff though."

Celeste -- "No bluffing, Gaye. Thought we might go up to the Ottawa river on the next long weekend and go whitewater rafting. I've been there before, just as I tried jumping out of a perfectly good plane. Then there's those open waterboats in Niagara, the casino up north is fantastic for baccarat, and maybe a trip to the zoo. Game?"

Gaye -- "You're filling my dance card, Celly."

Celeste -- "Everything is more fun doing with two."

Gaye -- "Touche."

 The taxi pulled into the parking lot beside the coffee bar. It was crowded it seems, but they spotted Rachel's car. Perhaps she had seats saved for them. It looked like it might be standing room only otherwise.

 Gaye took Celeste's hand again, and Celeste smiled inwardly at Gaye's revisiting of that gesture, and they proceeded inside. The coffee house had somber lighting throughout the almost surreal décor of the place. Celeste could see why her eclectic friend would love such a place.

 They wandered through the bourgeois crowd as they looked for any sign of Rachel. They found her at a booth in a secluded corner of the coffee house. As they approached, Rachel leapt from the booth and ran towards Celeste. She pounced right up in her arms and wrapped her legs around Celeste's body. Celeste purred as she held her friend in her arms for a full minute.

Celeste -- "I've missed you Rachel. I wish we hadn't become such strangers in the night."

Rachel -- "I wish that too, Celeste. In fact, that's why I asked if I could meet you two here in Toronto today. Shall we order some drinks?"

 Looking a little confused, the three women sat down in the padded cushions on the booth. The table was shaped in a yin/yang symbol. Putting their things down, the waitress came over dutifully taking their orders.

Sighing openly, Rachel faced her mother and Celeste across the table.

Rachel -- "Eric and I filed for divorce. It seems he's trading me in for a younger model."

Celeste and Gaye's faces dropped and a hint of pathos was in both of their gleaming sets of eyes.

Gaye -- "I'm sorry to hear that, Rachel. I never would have suspected Eric of being capable of such deception. He was always such a nice boy."

Celeste -- "Maybe he's got a good poker face. I'm a bit surprised too, Rachel, and never would have suspected Eric."

Rachel -- "Nor did I. But he confessed last week. Guess his guilty conscience was more than he could take."

Gaye -- "What will you do? Have you moved out?"

Rachel -- "No he moved in with the hussy. He's already removed all his crap from our place. I don't think I want to keep living in Aurora, though, as it will haunt me with the memories of my own gullibility."

Celeste -- "Don't be so hard on yourself, hun. Have you thought of moving back to Kitchener? I think we might be able to find a cardboard box for you to sleep in."

Rachel -- "I sort of hoped you two might welcome me back home."

Gaye -- "Shall we go pack you up right now?"

Rachel -- "I've already packed my things up. I was thinking next weekend."

Gaye -- "Guess we'll have to take a rain cheque on jumping out of the plane, Celly."

Celeste -- "The world is our oyster. Lots of years left in these old broads I think."

 They all giggled at each other's expense. Rachel seemed delighted at the two girl's welcoming of her back home. They had, for many years, lived alone and had grown accustomed to each other's company. Perhaps three was a crowd. But Celeste and her mother didn't hesitate for a moment and welcomed her back to her home town. 

 The women talked for nearly an hour over their tasty beverages and rehashed old memories. Both Gaye and Celeste reassured their daughter and best friend that Rachel was stunningly beautiful, wise beyond her years, and charming without fault. They convinced her that while Eric had roaming eyes, she could not blame herself for the faltering of their marriage. Rachel felt very warm inside after their long talk. They decided amongst themselves they should still go to the jazz bar that Rachel suggested. Taking another cab, they spent the night enjoying each other's company.

 The band on stage was remarkably gifted. A five piece jazz combo filled the lively bar with harmonies and melodies that tickled the ears of the three women. Much lubricated with the alcoholic temptations of the night, Celeste introduced them to her favorite drink. One ounce of jagermeister, amaretto, Bailey's irish cream, milk, and pink grenadine. Mixed in ice and served in a frothy mixture with the texture of a strawberry milkshake. Went down like one too. Very easy to go overboard.

Gaye -- "And what is this yummy concoction called, Celly?"

Celeste -- "Do you really want to know?"

Gaye -- "Am I gonna regret this?"

Celeste -- "Probably."

Gaye -- "Then you better tell me."

Celeste -- "The Pink Pussy."

 Gaye was speechless at first. Rachel just giggled knowing when Celeste had first discovered that drink. On one of their visits to a "gentleman's club", she had requested the recipe from one of the bargirls that fed drinks to frisky patrons. What was even more fun was that they put the test tubes down their cleavages to feed the drinks to the usually male clientele. Celeste had spent a queen's ransom that night.

 As the night passed, they all soon decided it was time to head to the Harbor Castle. Nestled in the downtown core of Toronto -- right on the lakefront -- it was a sought after refuge for travelers far and wide. Knowing none of them should be driving after imbibing so much booze, they decided to leave Gaye's car back at the museum and Rachel's here. They would thank themselves later.

 They hopped another cab and squeezed into the backseat huddled arm and arm. Enroute to the hotel, Celeste noted an ad for the return of Cats to Eddie Mervish's network of musical theatres. Tucking that in the back of her mind, she saved that surprise for another time. When they arrived at the lakefront, she also looked upon the lapping tide of Lake Ontario and thought a sailboat cruise out of the city's many marinas might be a fun time for the three of them soon too. They finally arrived at the hotel. Checking in, they realized they had two rooms. 

Gaye -- "If you two girls want to have a sleepover in your room, I understand. This old gal can sleep alone another night."

Celeste -- "Do you mind, Gaye? Really is that okie dokie?"

Gaye -- "Of course it is, Celly. But get some sleep and with hope we won't be unbearably hung over. You two come and get me when you finally roll out of bed. Maybe we'll try to find a nice breakfast buffet if our stomachs will adjust."

 Rachel looked over at Celeste and smiled madly. The look on her face attested to the fact that she really wanted Celeste alone. Celeste didn't outwardly show any illicit reaction to Rachel's advances. But inwardly, she anticipated this moment.

 Rachel and Celeste bid Gaye good night, both of them giving her a big hug, and when Celeste got her embrace it was accompanied with a little pat on the bum. Celeste smirked promising to be a good girl.

 Rachel and Celeste retreated to their room suddenly realizing her small bag of clothes and things were still in the car at the museum. Rachel offered some of her clothes and sundries she had packed for the following day. Rachel and Celeste were virtually the same size.

 Almost as soon as the door closed, Rachel pinned Celeste against the wall. Her hand reached for Celeste's breast as her lips touched those of her best friend. 

Rachel -- "I've wanted it to be 'time' for months, Celly. God I've missed you. More so now."

Celeste -- "I should have come up to Aurora before now. Life doesn't always work that way. I'm glad you are going to be back home now. I'll be able to see you every day. There will always be 'time' for you."

Rachel -- "You know mom doesn't know about us, right?"

Celeste -- "She's without a clue. Even after all of our late night talks, I've never told her about us. She doesn't even know I'm a lesbian much less that you like the best of both worlds."

Rachel -- "Well, that would be awkward. You know I don't think I could ever admit that to my own mother."

Celeste -- "You're mother is much more understanding than you think. I just wasn't going to be the first one to broach that subject."

Rachel -- "She might find out readily now if we behave like I think we'll behave once I'm settled into that cardboard box you playfully mentioned."

Celeste -- "Maybe you can stay in my room."

Rachel -- "I might like that. That would probably necessitate a little explanation to mom."

Celeste -- "Maybe it's time we did."

Rachel -- "No rest for the weary. Let's jump in two feet first. If you stick with me, I'll broach that awkward subject. Like you said, maybe she'll even understand."

Celeste -- "Somehow, I think I know your mom well enough to know she'll support you through whatever you do in life. She sure as hell has put up with me all these years. She's got thick skin."

 The two girls climbed up on the bed and Rachel spooned up against Celeste's back holding her softly. Her hands grazed through Celeste's long curled hair as she laid beside her best friend.

Rachel -- "You've been with me thick and thin, Celeste. I've always adored you. I've always thought we were more than just best friends."

Celeste -- "Well, I've always thought the same thing sweetie. Felt the same way about your mother too."

Rachel -- "You don't mean...?"

Celeste -- "No, nothing like that sweetie."

Rachel -- "Did I note a sudden hesitation there? Nothings going on between you and mom, is there?"

Celeste -- "Not like that, Rachel."

Rachel -- "Then, like what?"

Celeste paused wondering if she should confide in Rachel her recent embarrassing incident. Celeste resolved in her a tentative bravery.

Celeste -- "Your mother caught me doing something to myself the other day, Rachel."

Rachel -- "Oh god. She caught you playing with yourself? How often do you do that, Celeste? Shit, you must do that a few times a day."

Celeste -- "On a good day, yes. But no, that's not what she caught me doing."

Rachel -- "What, pray tell, could she have caught you doing that would be more embarrassing than that? I can tell it's a touchy subject."

Celeste -- "Rachel. I spank myself. Often. Your mom caught me the other day."

Rachel -- "Spank yourself? Why in the world would you do that?"

Celeste -- "Thought it was obvious. It makes me go vroom vroom."

Rachel -- "Wow. Guess I never got spanked growing up so I have no frame of reference."

Celeste -- "Neither do I really. I've never been spanked by another woman. I wasn't spanked growing up either."

Rachel -- "But you spank yourself?"

Celeste -- "Guess I didn't expect it to be a spectator sport. Your mom wasn't expected home at that inopportune moment."

Rachel -- "How did she take it?"

Celeste -- "Surprisingly well, actually."

Rachel -- "Maybe there's hope she won't go all livid and weirded out when she finds out I'm into girls."

Celeste -- "She's remarkably resilient to the nitty gritty truths, Rachel."

Rachel -- "Meaning?"

Celeste -- "She offered me a chance to explore my interests further. She wants me to ask her when I'm ready. I'm just...not there yet."

Rachel -- "She wants to spank you? Oh my god."

Celeste -- "Don't judge your mother. You don't want her to judge you."

Rachel -- "Good point. It's just a bit startling to find out mom is such a hip woman after all these years. There's still a lot of life in her since dad died."

Celeste -- "I'm starting to figure that out more and more every day, Rachel."

Rachel -- "So why didn't you take her up on her offer?"

Celeste -- "Not sure I want to spoil our friendship."

Rachel -- "Do you trust her?"

Celeste -- "Implicitly."

Rachel -- "But...do you trust me?"

Celeste paused in the limelight. Was Rachel asking her what she thought she was asking her? Celeste was suddenly aroused at the thought of Rachel spanking her. A whole host of fantasies erupted in Celly's depraved mind in the blink of the eye. What if she said yes? What if she said no? 

Celeste -- "But of course I do."

Rachel -- "Well maybe you should explore this with me first. Before you risk trying it with mom. Lots of reasons to spank you I'm sure. Lots of time yet in our lives. But you know I'm not going to get weirded out. Hell, I've tasted that lovely patch of heaven between your legs. As you have mine."




Caught in the Act



Celeste -- "Is it your thing, Rachel?"

Rachel -- "Not yet. True, Eric gave me a little swat during sex sometimes. But really, I've never been exposed to all this. But the thought of taking you over my knee is suddenly sounding fun."

 Celeste turned around in Rachel's arms. Giving her a big hug and a kiss, she looked into her best friend's eyes. Imagine that her friend would share this experience with her so she could find out if it was something she truly wanted in her sex life. She wanted to guide her through an awkward moment just to find out if this was what Celeste really wanted. She felt impossibly close to Rachel.

Celeste -- "Can we turn off the light?"

 Rachel reached over and flicked off the lamp. Then she eased Celeste off of the bed. Apart from the somber moonlight escaping between the flaps of the blinds of the hotel room window, the two women were alone in the dark with their thoughts. Rachel reached up and lifted Celeste's sweater up and over her head finding out she wasn't wearing a bra. Kneading her large breasts for a moment, she caught her breath. Determined to keep her mind on the target she let go of the distractions before her. Rachel's hands reached down to untie the cloth strap running through the belt loops of Celeste's jeans. Popping the button on the jeans, she then lowered the zipper slowly making sure the sound penetrated them both. 

 Easing the jeans over Celeste's shapely hips, she let them fall down to the ground. Celeste stepped out of the jeans leaving them on the floor. With that, Rachel took hold of Celeste's waist band on her skimpy thong panties and lowered them until gravity tugged them down to the ground beside her jeans. 

 Rachel stood up beside her best friend. Slowly she removed every article of clothing on her body. Once suitably naked, she held Celeste in her arms. Reaching behind Celeste as they embraced, Rachel's wandering hands found Celeste's cheeks.

Rachel -- "What makes you want this, Celeste? Do you like being the naughty girl?"

Celeste -- "Yes, that's part of it?"

Rachel -- "Must be a bit embarrassing isn't it?"

Celeste -- "That's part of it too."

Rachel -- "What else do you feel when you spank yourself? Is there more?"

Celeste -- "The blood races in my body. Curdling within me. As it does, I feel little waves of pleasure passing through every inch of my body. With every stroke, I feel the need for more. I don't stop until I've cum in my own bed."

Rachel -- "You cum every time, Celeste?"

Celeste -- "Without exception."

Rachel -- "Wonder if I can make you cum tonight."

Celeste -- "I imagine you will, Rachel. Maybe more than once."

Rachel -- "Is that a challenge?"

Celeste -- "Would that make you spank me harder or longer?"

Rachel -- "It just might. Shall I take my belt off and use that?"

Celeste -- "I don't think so, Rachel. Your hand will be fine. But I will confess I use my hairbrush too. I love the way it feels on my cheeks."

Rachel -- "You're in luck. I have a nice wooden hairbrush in my purse."

Celeste moaned out loud.

Rachel -- "That sounds like a vote of approval."

 Without another word, Rachel took Celeste by the hand and led her back to the bed. Rachel climbed up onto the comforter of the king sized bed, propping the pillows up against the head board. Leaning her back against them, she pulled Celeste over her lap for the first time.

 The aforementioned moonlight pointed out and almost framed Celeste's bare cheeks. Rachel was fascinated by her best friend's desires and watched as Celeste wiggled her bottom in anticipation. It took a lot of courage for her to subtly ask for this pleasure from her friend.

 Rachel touched Celeste's cheeks for the first time in this way. She kneaded at the rounded mounds of skin teasing every surface. Celeste groaned and her shaved pussy grinded over Rachel's thighs. She felt warmth growing between her legs. She felt moisture building inside of her as it began to escape and run over Rachel's upper thighs. Rachel noticed it too knowing her best friend and lover wanted this more than she could have explained.

 Rachel placed her left hand into the small of Celeste's back. She held her down anticipating some resistance to her impending treatment. Without warning, her hand began to strike at Celeste's bottom. Rachel was incredibly strong and athletic and forced herself to exert the fullest extent of her force upon her wanting friend. Rachel suddenly realized that she was enjoying every moment of this, perhaps not as much as Celeste, but knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was also feeling that special feeling in the caucals of her heart. She felt an undeniable pleasure in herself that she was sharing this intimate moment with Celeste.

 Relentlessly and without stopping, she slapped Celeste's bottom over and over. Covering every surface -- the bony region at the top, over the rounded contours of the fleshy part of her cheeks, and down to the sit spot that would likely make Celeste think twice about the breakfast buffet Gaye had promised to find in the morning. After a full two minutes of smacking Celeste's bottom, she was sure her bottom must be a shade of dark cherry. 

 But she didn't let up. She looked down at the pale, alabaster skin on Celeste's thighs. Her long shapely legs were spreading wide over Rachel's lap. Was that intentional, Rachel thought, or a reflex? She didn't care what the answer was.

 Rachel started to slap, without the ferocity of before, up and down the thighs and calves of her friend. Celeste had moaned along the way in reaction to her friend's generosity, but now she squeaked a little as Rachel slapped her sensitive thighs. Rachel did not surrender, however, delivering another half minute of torture to the yearning Celeste.

 Whispering into Celeste's ear, she asked her if she had yet reached the summit of the mountain? She almost knew the answer before it was spoken. She reached for her purse retrieving the heavy wooden brush. 

 Feeling it in her hands, she almost didn't want to unleash it on Celeste's already reddened hind quarters. But when Celeste squealed out almost begging for more and grinded her hips into Rachel's lap, she could no longer stop herself from pleasing her lover and her best friend. 

 She took the bristled end and ran it seductively up and down Celeste's back. Celeste rustled in Rachel's lap as she did. The sounds of her cries for more were getting more demanding in those lucid moments. Grazing her cheeks with the bristles, she felt Celeste shudder in her lap. She felt her friend's legs quiver frenetically and with the sudden screaming, she knew Celeste had just reached her first orgasm. 

 Rachel wasn't going to stop there. She turned the brush over and ran the wide base of the wood along Celeste's bottom. Patting the flesh, she hefted the brush into the air.

 Seconds seemed to lengthen into what could have been minutes, as she let the brush fall to Celeste's cheeks. The sounds of the wood meeting bare skin filled the room and Celeste continued to squeak in pleasure. A mixture of pain and pleasure filled Celeste with the utmost of satisfaction. After forty or more strokes of the brush, Celeste came again.

 Rachel had mercy on Celeste, but she knew she could take so much more. She placed the brush down on the bed beside her hip. Lifting Celeste up into her arms, she still leaned against the fluffy pillows at the head board. Holding Rachel, their two bodies seeming as one, they kissed the most romantic kiss of their many years together.

 With that, they made love for hours. Their bodies dripping of perspiration, they had a long hot shower together.

Rachel -- "Was it all you ever expected Celeste?"

Celeste -- "Only if you do it again?"

Rachel -- "I wouldn't miss it if the whole world stood in my way of your very deserving bottom."

Celeste -- "I'm glad you like it. Means you will be drawn to it."

Rachel -- "I always was. Now just for a different reason."

 After they got out of the shower, they pulled each other -- still soaking wet -- back to the bed. The fell asleep, their bodies spent, and woke up the next morning with a new skip in their step.

 Getting themselves dressed and ready, after another long shower, they proceeded next door to Gaye's room. Gaye answered the door and a smile crept onto her face. Neither girl noticed it. The three went out for a big breakfast. Rachel drove home to Aurora to get her affairs in order. Celeste and Gaye retrieved her car and headed out on the freeway towards Kitchener.

Gaye broke the silence as Celeste looked off at the horizon. 

Gaye -- "When were you two going to tell me? Or weren't you?"

Celeste -- "Pardon?"

Gaye -- "You know what I mean."

Celeste -- "I'm not sure that I do."

Gaye -- "The sounds that came from your room last night didn't leave much to the imagination, Celly."

Celeste -- "Oh god. I never even thought you would have heard us. I'm sorry you've found out this way."

Gaye -- "How long has this been going on?"

Celeste -- "Meaning Rachel and I?"

Gaye -- "Yes Celly. Between you and my daughter. Your best friend."

Celeste -- "A few years."

Gaye -- "Don't get me wrong. I'm a progressive lady. And I'm sure you both care for each other. I'm just a bit surprised you two are both into girls. Although it seems my daughter prefers the best of both worlds. But your absence of a partner all these years fills in a lot of the blanks with you."

Celeste -- "I'm a lesbian, Gaye."

Gaye -- "I know that now."

Celeste -- "Again, I'm sorry you found out this way."

Gaye -- "Don't be sorry. But don't be worried about coming to me if you ever need to talk. You see, many years ago -- before Rachel's dad came along -- I had feelings for a woman. I never let it go any further because my parents would never have understood."

Celeste -- "What happened to her?"

Gaye -- "My infatuation? I don't know. I let her fly away like a freebird. And she never flew back."

Celeste -- "That's a bit sad."

Gaye -- "Not really. I look at it this way. There never would have been a Rachel if not for my decision. And there wouldn't have been a Celly either."

Celeste -- "Well, thanks Gaye. And if you had ended up with the freebird, I never would have met you either. What was her name?"

Gaye -- "Her name was Fran. I never figured out what happened to her. She could very well be living in Kitchener for all I know. It's a big enough city to get lost in. I never really looked."

Celeste -- "Maybe you should. Just for the closure."

Gaye -- "Missed opportunity sweetie. That's all."

Celeste -- "Methinks I'll help you find Fran. I think I want to see how this will turn out."

Gaye -- "Thanks for changing the subject by the way. I just want you to know I support what you and Rachel will end up doing. Whatever that might be. But I have one question? Why did you trust her with your little tempting desire and not me?"

Celeste -- "Rachel and I had been intimate. I guess it was a small step forward to let her do that for me. I'm sorry Gaye. I wanted you to be the one."

Gaye -- "I'm not going anywhere. I'll be there when you ask me to give you a good spanking. I'm at your beck and call."

Celeste -- "Duly noted. I might just take you up on that sooner rather than later. Just not today. I'm a little tender after that escapade."

Gaye -- "I imagine you are. I heard the whole thing."

Celeste -- "Damn thin hotel walls."

Gaye -- "They don't build them like they used to."

Celeste -- "Spoken from experience?"

They both giggled with each other in unison as they continued their drive home. Gaye didn't spank Celeste that day. Nor the next. I wonder if she ever will. Time will tell. It always does. And there is an abundance of it.

Celly



Caught in the Act



I had my bed shorts pulled down around my knees. Sitting in the dark computer room, I slowly stroked my hard cock while watching one of my favorite porns. It was a pretty standard affair, but for some reason I loved it. And my favorite part of the movie was coming up.

"What are you doing in here?" asked a voice from the doorway.

Oh shit.

"Oh god yes baby put that big dick in my ass please" the computer speakers moaned.

I scrambled to stop the video. The damage had been done. Even though we'd been married a few months, getting caught jerking off makes me feel like I'm 16 all over again. You slowly walked over to me, as I quickly pulled my shorts back up, covering my cock.

"You wouldn't be doing anything naughty in here, would you?" you said in a knowing tone.

"Well, um, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't" I replied trying to pretend I was just cruising the internet.

"Hmmm, I think you where doing something very naughty." you whispered in my ear.

I shivered. "Well, I was thinking about masturbating. But just thinking." 

"So you where in here, watching a dirty movie, thinking about playing with your cock?" you breathe in my ear, as you knelt down beside me.

Your hands slowly traced up my leg, starting with my ankle. You stopped half way up my thigh, and then just sat there, waiting for me to respond.

"Yes, I was about to jerk off." I said in a rush.

"Aww poor baby. I would have gladly helped you with this...'little' problem." you said as you laid your head down on my thigh, "You just have to ask me."

By now I was even more worked up then I had been a few minutes ago. I wasn't sure where you were going with this little game. But I knew I wanted to follow. 

"Sometimes I like to do this on my own, I didn't think you'd care. But would you please help me now?" I asked, trying to regain some footing in your game.

Your fingernails trailed across my inner thigh, sending hundreds of little shocks through my body. I twitched, and my breathing caught for a second. "Would you pretty please help me get off tonight baby?" I asked, verging on pleading.

"Mmmm, you silly boy you. You're asking nicely, but you're forgetting one little detail." You said, your voice suddenly sultry and aroused. Your hand slid up my leg and grasped my cock through my shorts. You slowly started rubbing me, making my cock harder, but my ability to resist you weaker.

"What am I forgetting then baby?" I asked.

"What you're forgetting, sweetheart, is that this isn't your cock to play with any more, it's mine. So you can't just go jerking off whenever you feel like it, you need to ask me if you're allowed too." you said as your hand dipped into my shorts and grabbed my cock directly.

The feeling of your very warm hand on my cock made me gasp. I groaned as your hand once again started slowly stroking me. Your hand would grip me firmly, almost too firm, at the head of my cock and with infinite slowness stroke down my cock, gradually letting your hand go loose.I wish I had never told you how wonderful that felt.

"So what's it gonna be sweetheart, are you gonna ask if you can use MY cock or not?" you said, and suddenly your hand was gone from my cock.

"Oh baby please can I use your cock tonight?" I begged.

"Hm, I don't know"

"Baby please, let me use your cock tonight, I'm so horny. I'm sorry I was naughty and didn't ask." I pleaded.

"Well alright, since you seem to understand this is my cock now. I guess I'll help you enjoy it" you said as you started stroking me again. "And my cock is so nice isn't it. It's just the right length, nice and thick. And it's always so hard. Oohh, listen to the naughty sound it's making."

By now my cock was pouring out precum, which you used to lube up my cock. I leaned my head back and savored the wonderful pleasure you where giving me. But I'd been playing with myself for a while before you started, so I was eager for more. I humped my hips forward, urging you on.

"Aw what's wrong? Do you want me to stop playing with my cock?" You teased, once again releasing my (your?) cock.

"No, your cock just wants more. It wants to fuck something." I replied, fully caught up in your game now.

"Mmmm, I see. Well I think I know what my cock wants right now."

You stood up and faced the computer. I couldn't see what you where doing but I heard you moving the mouse. You started rubbing precum all over my cock, making sure it was well lubed. I heard something click, and then my movie was playing. You positioned my legs wide, so you where standing between them.

"Are you gonna put that huge cock in my ass?" The computer speakers played.

You rubbed my cock on your wet pussy, covering it with your slick juices.

"Oh yeah baby, I'm gonna fill your tight little asshole with this cock."

You positioned my cock at your backdoor.

"Oh god yes baby put that big dick in my ass please."

And with that you started slowly sinking down my cock. Your asshole remained tight for a moment, but with a little more pressure my cock invaded your dark hole. You gasped as my cock forced it's way into your ass.

"Oooh my god, it's too big. My tight little asshole can't handle such a big cock."

"Don't worry baby, you'll love having this dick up your ass."

After what felt like a lifetime your plump ass cheeks came to rest against my thighs, my cock buried in your asshole. The feeling was incredible. It was so tight, almost to the point of pain, but also so hot.

"You ready for me to fuck your asshole?" The computer played on.

"Oh yes baby, fuck my tight asshole with that nice big cock."

You slowly started lifting yourself up, sliding up my cock. I couldn't believe how tight it was. It felt like there was a rubber band around my cock, and I loved it. You stopped with just my head inside your hole, and then started your slow descent.

Someone moaned, but I don't know if it was you, the computer, or me. It didn't matter. Once again your ass came to rest on my thighs. Your hot little asshole was pushing me dangerously close to an orgasm. My desire to cum was taking over.

Without warning I grabbed your legs and pulled you up to my chest. You sat balanced with my cock in your ass. Once again a loud moan, and then I was slamming your asshole.

I heard you scream, but I couldn't stop myself. One of your hands shot down and started rubbing your clit furiously. Your moans and screams where getting higher and higher pitched, and I knew it wouldn't be long before you came.

"Uh cum inside my ass baby. I want to feel your hot cum inside my asshole."

Then your asshole gripped my cock like a vice. A piercing scream cut through my consciousness, and you went completely rigid. This pushed me over the edge, and my cock exploded into your clenched asshole. I tensed and pulled you down harder on my cock, causing you to scream even louder.

After some time, our orgasms finally stopped. I cradled you close to me, savoring that wonderful after sex feeling. Your hands caressed my thighs, and I could see your lips curved in a big smile. As gently as I could I lowered your legs down.

You stood slowly, and let my cock fall out of your ass with a wet pop. Your asshole gaped a little, and cum leaked down your legs. On a whim I quickly knelt behind you and started licking your tender hole. You moaned, and grabbed the desk for support. My tongue hungrily invaded where my cock had just been, tasting the salty tanginess of my cum, and the slight coppery flavor of blood.

Your reached back and put your hand on my head, urging me on. I licked all around your asshole. Your pussy was still dripping wet, so I slid a finger inside you, causing you to moan a-new. My other hand snaked around your hips and quickly found your clit.

This triple attack was too much. Your body tensed again, and started shaking. I kept assault both your holes until you finally went almost entirely limp. If not for the desk I think you would have joined me on the floor.

I gently exacted my finger from your pussy and stood. You leaned back into me, and I picked you up. We kissed deeply, savoring the unique flavor. I carried you to our bed, and laid you down. As I crawled in next to you, you snuggled back against me.

"Hey baby, do you really just like do that by yourself sometimes?" You asked as I wrapped my arms around you.

"On occasion yes, it is nice to do that myself. But you're still much better at it." I replied. "You weren't totally serious where you?" 

"Serious about what?" You asked somewhat sleepily.

"About not being allowed to play with myself without asking." 

"Mmm, not always. But you never know when I might become possessive of my property." And with that you where asleep.

I snuggled down and soon joined you. But before I fell asleep, I couldn't help wondering what mischief you had in store.



Caught in the Act



I walked round the side of my parents' house, having come home early since I decided to take the afternoon off from the crummy insurance office in which I was forced to be incarcerated for most of the week. It was a warm day towards the end of May and having been stuck in the wretched place all morning, the thought of spending the afternoon there as well dealing with a load of insurance claims for people I neither knew nor cared about and having to wear a suit and collar and tie surrounded by some of the most boring people ever put on this earth was not conducive to my well-being. 

I knew I had to earn a living but the thought of staying there for the next forty-five years and ending up like the old farts who currently peppered the place made me feel quite ill. No way was I going to allow that to happen to me, I'd already made a surreptitious decision to look for something better within the first week of starting there. 

I had plenty of time owing to me so I just told the manager, rather than asked, that I wanted the afternoon off and as soon as the clock hit noon, I was away. Little did I know as I stepped out of the office, feeling like a prisoner set free on day release, that a simple decision to take the afternoon off was going to change the lives of mum, dad and I forever.

The journey home was a nightmare, the train being just as crowded as it had been into town first thing in the morning. There was no rush hour these days, it goes on all the time with everyone in such a haste its a wonder they don't meet themselves coming back.

I had to stand for two thirds of the journey, the train was packed with people crammed in like sardines, eventually sinking gratefully into a seat at a station well-known as a good "tipping out" point. Wouldn't be too bad standing if I ended up pressed against somebody nice but, nine times out of ten, it was always me who drew the short straw and found myself up against some middle-aged bloke with sweaty armpits or a grossly overweight female. 

Eventually, and at long last, the train drew up at my local station. It was only a short walk through the back streets to the house my mum Susan and dad Keith bought some twenty years earlier, shortly before I was born. 

Mum and dad were sunbathing in the garden when I got home; dad is a self-employed electrician and can pick and choose his own working hours while mum works part-time in a branch of a well-known department store. Obviously, dad had chosen not to work this afternoon to coincide with mum's hours so they could be together and they both lay there on their sun lounges soaking up the afternoon's rays, dad in a pair of white swimming trunks and mum in a very fetching black bikini.

I've always had a thing for my mother, she is just about the most beautiful lady I have ever seen, preferable to any of the silly giggling girls of my own age back at the office. As I drew nearer, I licked my lips at the sight of her voluptuous tits accentuated by her bikini top while a quick glance south revealed the bikini bottom to be little more than a thong. Furthermore, a few of her pubic hairs were escaping through the material in a very sensuous and provocative way and, despite the fact she was my own mother - or even because of - I felt my cock start to harden inside the tight briefs I was wearing under my suit trousers.

Whether mum was showing strands of her hair deliberately to provoke dad or was blithely unaware of the fact I was not sure, at least not until I glanced at dad and decided that she was indeed fully aware of what she was doing, judging by the tent in my father's swim trunks. The outline of his cock and his balls were clearly visible through the material and I didn't need a magnifying glass to realise that dad was fully on the horn.

"Hi mum, hi dad," I said, holding my brief-case in front of my crotch so as not to reveal the fact I was matching my father inch for inch in the hard-on stakes.

They both looked up, startled, and then smiled. "Oh hi, Scott," mum said, "what are you doing home so early?"

"Had enough of work, mum," I replied, noticing that mum was making no attempt to adjust her bikini bottom, "the thought of sitting in that office all afternoon in this heat was just too much."

"Good to see you, son," my father said, likewise making no attempt to hide the bulge in his trunks, "you do look very stuffy in that suit ..."

"But very handsome, too," interrupted mum, flashing her wonderful smile at me so that my cock hardened a little more and wishing, without much hope, she would flash something else. Very soon my cock would, I knew, be fully aroused since it had a mind of its own and, in that I suppose, I am no different to every other man on the planet.

"He certainly does," went on dad in reply to mum's remark, "but, hey Scott, why don't you go and change into something more suitable for this weather and come and join us?"

"I need a shower first, dad," I said, "then I'll come and join you."

"Don't be long, sweetheart," mum said, her smile growing wider as I walked away, a smile so full of sunshine it would have brightened up the cloudiest of days.

I could hear mum and dad whispering to each other as I went into the house and even though I strained my ears, I could not make out what they were saying. Once inside, I bounded up the stairs, feeling an urgent need to empty my bladder.

I went into the smallest room in the house, unzipped my fly and took out my semi-erect cock and immediately poured forth a raging torrent of hot steaming piss. The sight of mum in her skimpy bikini and dad in his equally skimpy trunks had got me really excited and as the steady stream of crystal-clear pee splashed into the bowl, that excitement reached fever pitch.

The long ribbon of my urine finally came to an end and I flushed the loo and went into my room, stripping out of my suit down to my white underpants. My cock was now fully erect and I stood in front of the long wall mirror, admiring the tent in my briefs and wondering if I was as big as dad. From the bulge I had just seen in his trunks, I should imagine I ran him a very close second.

Mum flashing her pubic hair through her bikini bottom had got me really turned on and I gave a quick tug on my cock, enjoying the sensations coursing through my body as it responded to my excitement. I was so horny that, before going into the bathroom, I looked out the window to check that mum and dad were still safely outside, and then leapt across the landing, enjoying the feel of my briefs hugging my buns and denting into my crack, to their bedroom and started to rummage in the laundry basket.

I soon found what I was looking for, a pair of mum's used panties. I grabbed them and held them up to my nose and inhaled deeply, breathing in mum's aroma left behind on them, something I do regularly though usually when mum and dad are at work. I knew I was taking one hell-of-a-risk sniffing my mother's panties while my parents were only a few yards away but I couldn't help myself.

I breathed in the delicate intoxicating scent that still emanated from mum's panties and tugged on my cock, not too hard as I wanted to save my trip to paradise for later. I was so carried away that I began to lose track of time, had forgotten all about having a shower and joining my parents in the garden, and I was still sniffing away when I heard a voice from the bedroom door behind me.

"What on earth are you doing, son?"

Startled, I instantly took the panties from my nose and held them in front of my midriff to hide the bulge in my briefs as I turned to see my father standing in the doorway. He must have come in to have a pee or to find out where I had got to and tip-toed up the stairs so quietly, I just hadn't heard him. Before he'd spoken, he would have had a good view of my hard tight arse emphasized by my close-fitting underpants and must have seen me with mum's panties up to my nose though he could never have expected to find his son sniffing his wife's underwear. Or could he?

"Dad, I'm sorry ..." I began.

The look of horror on my face at being caught in the act turned to one of perplexity as I got my senses back and was able to look at dad a bit more closely. I slowly began to realise that, instead of standing there with a look of disgust on his face, he was smiling and nodding his head at me and, furthermore to my surprise, he had removed his trunks and was as stark bollock naked as I was, and holding his hard throbbing cock in his hand. I couldn't help but glance at dad's swollen membrane, not when it was being displayed so proudly in front of me, and knew for sure then that I was very much my father's son.

"It's OK, Scott," said dad, advancing into the room, "you don't have to apologise or explain. It's the most natural thing in the world to be curious at your age, you are an adult now, albeit a fairly new one."

"Dad, I don't know what to say," I said.

"Well, you can start by admitting that you like sniffing your mum's panties," dad replied. "Your mum kind of guessed you were doing so recently when she told me she'd found a pair under your bed."

There was no point in denying anything, I had been well and truly caught out. I had always been very careful to replace mum's panties after I had finished having a good sniff of them, by which time, usually, my flat belly would be covered in a liberal helping of spunk, but mistakes happen and I knew dad wasn't lying when he said that mum had found a pair of mum's panties under my bed.

"OK, dad," I went on, deciding that honesty was the best policy, "yeah, I like sniffing mum's panties, I get a real thrill from it."

"Pleased to hear it, son," dad replied, "you don't have to feel ashamed. Your mum and I would be more worried if you wasn't discovering what life is all about, it's all quite normal at your age."

"You're not mad with me, dad?" I asked. 

"Of course not," dad said, "our bodies were made to be enjoyed and we know you enjoy yours, your mum and I have heard you masturbating through the bedroom wall when we make love at night."

"I love wanking, dad," I said, starting to relax and finding it easier to talk man-to-man with dad than I had ever done before, "it never ceases to amaze me the amount of pleasure I get from it."

"Son, your mum and I are really proud of you and we wouldn't like there to be any secrets between us. All young men masturbate and from now on, rather than wanking off on your own, we want you to know that you are free to join us any time you like. But the decision is yours, son, if you don't want to, then your mum and I will quite understand, we're not in the business of forcing anybody to do anything they don't want to."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my own father was inviting me to join him and mum in their regular sex sessions. It was something I had fantasised about for a year or more, ever since I had developed my fetish for sniffing mum's panties, and I was not going to turn such an opportunity down, not with dad literally handing all my dreams to me on a plate.

"Dad," I said, grinning, "I've wanted to join in with you and mum for months. Don't you think, then, that mum ought to be with us?"

Dad smiled knowingly and walked over to the window and I found myself watching his arse cheeks working together as he placed one foot in front of the other. At the window, he leaned himself across the sill so that his firm round buttocks stood up in mid-air; I had never really been turned on to men but I had to admit that dad really did have a most attractive arse, not to mention a pair of athletic legs that many a younger man would die for, broad shoulders and firm thighs, made taut from his rugby playing days. His face was unlined and his hair had only a few streaks of grey in it, the almost indiscernible tell-tale signs of his true age.

"Hey honey," dad called, "do you want to come on in?"

Mum was inside the house and up the stairs quicker, it seemed, than the speed of lightning, so quick indeed she could have beaten the world's greatest athletes. "Oh sweetheart," she said, coming over to me and kissing me on the lips, "we're so pleased you've decided to join us."

So that was what mum and dad had been whispering about earlier when I left them to come upstairs. They'd obviously discussed the fact they'd discovered I'd been sniffing mum's panties and, like the good parents they are, had decided to see it as a turning point from my being a gawky adolescent teenager with raging hormones to a young sexually-charged man while, at the same time, welcoming me into the fold as a fully consenting adult.

I was still standing with mum's panties scrunched up around my middle but mum reached down and took them in her hand, discarding them and throwing them onto the bed. My white briefs bulged out in front of her and mum reached out a hand and gave my hard-on a little feel through the material.

"I don't think we need have any more secrets from each other, sweetheart," she said, smiling up at me and apparantly forgetting that she was stll keeping a secret from me, her bikini still firmly in place.

Mum smiled again as she inserted her thumbs in the wasteband of my underpants and slowly began to slide them down until they languished around my ankles. My hard cock sprang out, pointing upwards like a moon-bound rocket ready for take-off, my balls bubbling up with spunk, as I quickly stepped out of the pants, mum slinging them onto the bed where they landed alongside her panties with a dull, almost inaudible, thud. 

Then I was completely naked in front of my parents, giving them the full frontal treatment, with my cock fully on the horn and exposed in all its aroused glory along with my pendulous balls. Mum and dad whistled with parental pride and licked their lips as they knelt down in front of me and feasted their eyes on what one night of passion in bed together, nineteen years earlier, had created.

"My word," said mum, leaning in as cloee as possible to get the best possible view of my aroused prick, "that is a real beauty. I can't understand why you wanted to hide it, sweetheart. You should be really proud to show it off, especially to the two people who love you more than anything else in the world."

"Yeah," said dad, beaming with happiness that I took after him in terms of cock size and girth, "and it looks to be in full working order. Nice balls, too," he added, reaching out a hand and fondling the sweaty sacs while mum's eyes twinkled and danced as she licked her lips, her mouth drooling.

"Gee mum and dad," I said, "I ain't never shown my cock or my balls to anyone before," I went on, giggling to myself that my own parents were the last people I had expected to show them to first.

"A man's cock is his best friend," dad said, "you're not showing us anything different to what every other one of us has."

"Certainly not," said mum, "though some are nicer than others and I'm the luckiest woman alive since I have the world's best two cocks right here in my possession."

Mum's comments helped to combat the last remnants of embarrassment I'd been feeling as it evaporated quickly away, my confidence in my nudity growing with every second as my parents checked me out, turning to show them my bum.

"That is a lovely arse, sweetheart," mum said, reaching out and cupping my buttocks in her hands. The feel of her soft gentle grip on my bare arse was spine-tingling and I smiled at mum over my shoulder to encourage her to continue stroking. 

"That feels great, mum," I said.

"It looks great, too, son," dad said, his gaze transfixed to mum's hands touching up my arse.

"Beautiful," murmured mum. "And nice strong msucular legs, too."

"They certainly are," agreed dad as mum began working her hands down from my arse to stroke my legs and calves, then quickly running them northwards back over my thighs and buttocks and up my back. 

"Lovely broad back and shoulders, too," said mum, unable to keep her hands off me. "We sure have got ourselves a wonderful sexy son."

"Sure have, honey," my father said, in full agreement 

An immense feeling of pride and happiness ran through me as my parents complimented me on my slim athletic body. I play football for a Sunday team, go jogging regularly and make frequent trips to a locsl gym, determined to keep my body in shape and the comments mum and dad were giving me proved that all the daily workouts I subject myself to were paying off handsomely.

"And I've got myself a couple of wonderful sexy parents, too," I said, in response to mum's remark and they both smiled their thanks up at me as I glanced at them over my shoulder.

Mum had another good long look and play with my arse and then, as if to confirm that I really was now part of a very loving family, she moved round in front of me and opened her mouth and took me inside and I gasped as she gave me my first ever blowjob. It was to be the first of many maternal sucks mum has given me since but the memory of that premiere blowjob has stayed with me to the present day. 

Mum sucked long and hard while dad reached round and began to fondle my arse in his hands. I was a bit nonplussed at first to feel dad touching up my bare bum but as his hands roamed their exploratory way over my undraped buttocks, they felt every bit as gentle as mum's had done, surprisingly so. I found myself enjoying his sensuous touch while, simultaneously, mum gagged and choked as she made hardcore love to my cock.

"That feel good, son?" said dad, looking up while still fondling my arse, "your mum sucking your cock?" 

"Bloody well does, dad," I replied, "mum's a great cocksucker."

"She certainly is," laughed dad, as he started to finger my arsehole, "the best in the business."

Mum sucked for another five minutes, then let my cock fall out of her mouth and went down on my balls. To my amazement, dad opened his mouth and took my cock inside, sucking as hard and delightfully as mum had done while his fingers prodded and poked my arsehole, dad working them in deeper to my great delight. My balls were being given a thoroughly good workover by mum's hot tongue as the head of my cock hit the back of dad's throat and I began to really enjoy myself, the last vestiges of guilt now gone as if it had never been while mum and dad continued to give me alternate blowjobs.

Mum was still wearing her bikini and I desperately wanted to see her naked. Dad must have sensed my thoughts for, after another five minutes of fondling my arse, he withdrew his fingers from my hole and cock from his mouth and rested back on his haunches and smiled at his wife.

"What you still doing with that bikini on, honey?" he said, as mum continued to work her magic on my cock, enjoying the taste of pre-cum that was seeping out of my piss hole, "show our son your pussy."

"Yeah, mum," I said, "you said just now we shouldn't have any secrets from each other."

"Would you like to see my pussy, sweetheart?" said mum, teasingly, after she had released her mouth's grip on my cock and it swung free, my knobhead peeping through my foreskin and the long proud shaft slick and wet with a liberal coating of mum's saliva as it pointed upwards, directly in front of my parents' faces and their admiring watching eyes.

"Yeah, mum," I said again, as my own saliva seeped out the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin, "and your tits, too."

Dad moved into position next to me and together we peeled back our foreskins, proudly displaying to mum our engorged knobheads, and started to wank our cocks as mum began to remove her clothes. It felt a bit strange at first wanking in front of my parents but I soon got used to it and as my hand flew up and down the shaft of my stiff pole, I tried to match my strokes with those of my obviously more experienced father.

Mum turned her back to us and reached round and unhooked her bikini top, allowing the delicious-looking tits that she'd fed me with as a baby to swing free as she threw the flimsy garment onto the bed where it landed close to her recently sniffed panties. Then, with an impish grin over her shoulder, she slowly stripped out of the lower half of her bikini, her long feminine legs rising and falling as she slipped the skimpy thong down and stepped out of it until, like dad and I, she was completely naked. 




Caught in the Act



With the three of us now unselfconsciously in the nude, I almost lost it completely as mum's gorgeous bare arse came into view, smooth and round and, while not as muscular as dad's, of course, was just as beautiful in its own stunning feminine way.

"Oh boy, mum," I said, "you have a beautiful arse."

"Thank you, sweetheart," mum said, "but I've something much nicer for you here."

"Come on, honey," dad said, "don't keep Scott waiting."

Mum brought herself up to her full height and then turned and finally displayed her full frontal nudity to us and I almost fainted at the sight which greeted me. My mother's breasts were, perhaps, not the biggest in the world but they were firm, well-rounded and with the nipples standing out taut and erect from her dark aureoles. 

But, better still, southwards, her exquisite pussy seemed to smile at me and I licked my lips as I gazed lovingly for the first time on the folds of wrinkly skin visible beyond the soft strands of hair surrounding the hole through which I had entered the world. Never having seen a naked woman before - at least not in the flesh - I was so turned on that I had to stop wanking my thick rod while I tried to control my excitement, lapping up the fact that the very first woman I was having the good fortune to see in the nude was not any woman but my very own loving doting mother.

Mum was reiterating everything dad had said earlier, that being naked together and seeing each other's bodies and most intimate parts was nothing to be ashamed of, as she stood there caressing her tits with one hand and fingering her fanny with the other. It was obvious mum was enjoying every second having her husband and son ogle her undeniably beautiful body and I noticed for the first time that the colour of her pubic hair was almost an exact match to the colour of the hair on her head.

Mum's slim legs and her beautiful womanly thighs added to the overall effect while her face, only slightly red from too much sun, smiled back at us and I felt an overwhelming and stronger sense of love run through me, the love that I have had for her for years but which I had never felt quite so intensively as I did at that pivotal moment in our lives.

"Like what you see, son?" dad asked, tugging on his cock with one hand while resuming touching up my arse with the other and smiling with paternal pride as he watched me stroking my hard-on.

"I do, dad," I replied humbly, giving my cock another tug and causing more pre-cum to ooze out of the slit in my knobhead, "mum is the most beautiful lady I have ever seen."

"Come over here, sweetheart," said mum, moving over to the bed, "and watch what your father does. Then you can have your turn."

I stood back and slowly resumed masturbating as mum lay down on the four-poster bed and lifted her legs in the air. The sight of her glorious pussy as she spread her legs wide was mesmerising but not half as mesmerising as when dad knelt down in front of her and opened his mouth and sent his hot slimy tongue snaking deep into mum's cunt. Having listened to mum and dad making love for so long through the walls of our adjoining bedrooms, it felt absolutely terrific to now be able to be there in person and witness dad running his tongue up and down the groove between mum's silky-looking cunt lips and I quickly hurried over to the window and closed it to drown out the sounds of mum's squeals and grunts from any nosy prying neighbours. 

Mum squirmed as dad's tongue tugged at the folds of her pussy skin and worked its way over her aroused clit. She raised her legs higher and placed them over dad's shoulders and began to play with her tits, rubbing them together as dad rose slightly, his arse cheeks parting slightly and exposing his arsehole. I was amazed to discover that I was getting turned onto dad just as much as I was mum and the fact that he had given me such a great blowjob too and stroked my bum so lovingly made me realise that this first ever threesome between mum, dad and I was going to be even hotter than I could possibly have imagined.

How fortuitous taking the afternoon off had been. And it wasn't over yet ...



Caught in the Act



As I reached 40 years of age and been divorced for the last six years I began to find that I had become fed up of dating and getting nowhere. I'd gone a whole year without sex and had become so used to wanking in front of the DVD's that I had in my collection. I'd been on a few dates over the last year but I always felt that the women were looking for something more than a meal and casual sex. I didn't want the complications of a relationship as my marriage had been a really difficult one. My two daughters who are in their early twenties had suffered greatly from the turmoil within the family. My wife had left me for someone she had met at the Gym and to be honest it was a blessing in disguise as I felt that each day we were together was becoming tiresome.  

Both my daughters lived at home with me even though they were adults. We have a great relationship and often do things together. I suppose being the only one there for them it was natural that I went shopping with them. They would both have a little fun with me dragging me into lingerie shops and holding up underwear for me to look at and become embarrassed by.

A couple of months ago the girls asked if they would be okay to have a girly get together at the house with a few of their friends and for them to stay over. I said yes of course and offered to go and stay at a friends house so that they would have privacy.But they both refused this. They often walked around the house in crop top t-shirts and shorts. I have to admit that sometimes I would look at them and get erotic thoughts about them. I put this down to the fact that I was incredibly frustrated. I did sometmes peek in their rooms at night and watch them sleeping just to get a look at their breasts rising and falling and to see the shorts pulled tight to their trim arses. On occasion my cock would get hard and I'd have to go and have a wank. Both the girls said it would be cool to have me around the house when their friends were there.

The night of the sleepover came around and to be honest I was looking forward to it. I bought a lot of food and wine for the girls and set them up for the evening. Around 7.30pm their friends began to arrive. I greeted them all as they arrived and like a waiter offered them a glass of wine as they came in. There were 5 girls in total staying that night including my girls. 

Around 10pm I was in the kitchen when my eldest daughter Sara came in.

"We're going to play some games dad fancy joining us? she asked.

"No I'm going to finish this beer then head up to my room, but thanks for asking love" I replied.

With that I drained my beer and began to walk through the living room to head towards the stairs. As I walked in all the girls were looking at me and my other daughter Louise said to me, 

"Sit here with me dad." 

"I'm going to head off up to bed Louise so have fun, okay" I replied.

"Awh come on dad don't be a spoilsport join the fun," she said.

"Yes come on dad even just for an hour," Sara added.

"Okay then just for an hour."

I sat down next to Louise and looked at the other girls who were there. Like Sara and Louise they were in their twenties and were very pretty. Trying to be discreet I looked at each of them in turn. Like a dirty old man I looked them up and down taking in the size of their breasts and the curves of their bodies. By this time they had all changed into their nightwear which was very similar to what my girls wore. I noticed one of the friends who Louise had introduced me to earlier as Clare was sat with her legs to the side of her. Her shorts had risen high up her leg and I could see the whole of the left cheek of her arse. She must have seen me staring because she looked at me and smiled but didn't move position.

"So here's what we are doing," Sara said, "I will ask a question and you have to answer it truthfully, if I think you are lying you have to perform a forfeit."

"Louise I'm going to start with you. What age did you have your first kiss?" she asked.

"I was a late starter," she said laughing, "unlike you I was 15."

"Okay Clare when was the first time you sucked cock?" 

"Sara," I said "I'm not comfortable with that I think it's time to go to bed for me."

With that I got up. Unfortunately for me I didn't realise that my dick had began to swell from looking at the girls in their nightwear. It was too late for me to do anything as it was pushing on the inside of my clothes and was clearly visible.

"My god dad what have you been thinking about then," Sara said laughing.

I felt myself blushing and inadvertantly looked down at myself and covered the bulge with my hand. I mummbled apologies and fled the room. I went into my bedroom and stripped down to my boxer shorts then lay on my bed. I couldn't believe I'd let that happen in front of my daughters friends, what would they think of me. I must admit though the thought of all the girls staring at the bulge in my pants did get me a little excited. My hand automatically went to my dick and took it out. Holding it in my hand I closed my eyes and began to stroke it slowly. I had visions of my daughters friends stood watching me masturbate and I got more and more excited. My hand got faster and faster on my cock as I envisioned fucking the girls one by one or having my cock sucked whilst everyone looked on. I could feel the cum rising in me and squeezed tighter and pumped harder. I let out a little moan as the cum ejected itself from the end of my cock. It had been a few days since my last wank so there was a decent amount of it. As the last drops oozed out of my cock I opened my eyes. I looked up and stood in the doorway was Clare, just staring at me and saying nothing. 

"How long have you been there," I stumbled the words out.

"Long enough," she said. "Sara asked me to get one of her toys from her room."

I looked puzzled, "Toys?" I asked. 

"Vibrator," she said with a smile.

Again I felt myself blushing.

"Thanks for the show, maybe I can return the favour sometime," she said and then walked off.

I was mortified what would they think of me if Clare tells them what she had just seen. I cleaned myself up and got into bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later I woke up with a thirst. The house was quiet so I went to the kitchen and got myself a drink. On my way back to my room I could see the door to Louise's room was open and little light shone in through the open door. Not being able to stop myself I peeked in. There were two of the girls in there as well as Louise. I could see that one of them was lay with her head on Louise's shoulder and her hand was settled between my daughter's thighs. The other girl was lay on the other bed in the room. Her top had shifted slightly and her left breast was peeping out of the bottom of it. I stood staring at her. It wasn't very big but had a perfect nipple in the middle that from what I could see was erect. I felt the stiring in my cock as I began to become aroused again. Stepping back I turned to walk away and went past Sara's room. As I passed it I heard gentle moans coming from the room. Again I looked in through the barely open door. My daughter was lay there on the bed naked and Clare had her face buried between the legs of Sara. I watched her tongue probe deep into Sara. I found myself staring at my daughter being tongue fucked by her friend and this time my cock was fully erect. Hoping that I couldn't be seen I eased my cock from my boxer shorts and began to slowly masturbate. I felt a little uncomfortable staring not only at my daughters cunt being licked and probed and seeing her pert breasts rising and falling but also the fact that but at he fact that it was so fucking horny. After a couple of minutes of licking Sara, Clare stood up and peeled off her nightwear, revealing to me a gorgeous body. Her breasts were larger than Sara's and her nipples were more pronounced. She eased herself above Sara's face and leaning against the wall began to move her hips in time with Sara's tongue. By this time my cock was throbbing and the feeling was incredible. I watched the pleasure on her face as the orgasm built up inside her. I watch the muscles on her arse tighten as she let out a little moan saying, "Oh fuck Sara I'm coming, if only your dad was here to watch." 

I stepped back in shock, "did she know I was there watching?" Impossible she was too engrossed to know if I was there. I leaned back in and saw Sara lay on the bed fucking herself with a vibrator. I watched as she slowly slid it in and out. I was enjoying the show she was obviously putting on for Clare. At this point Clare went out of my view and I continued to watch the vibrator filling my daughters hole. After a minute of two Clare appeared back in my view and I watched her take hold of the vibrator and move it to Sara's mouth. 

"Suck it" she said "imagine it's your dad's cock in your mouth" and with that she turned and looked straight at me.

I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I couldn't move. Clare stood up and walked to the door and opened it. I couldn't move. I just stared at her as she took my hand and guided me into the room. Bending over Sara she forced the vibrator into the parting cunt lips and began to move it in and out. Sara looked at me and smiled but said nothing, a look of pure pleasure on her face. Clare reached back and took hold of my still erect cock and guided it into her mouth. I nearly screamed with pleasure as her lips parted and closed on my cock, flicking the end of it with her tongue. By now I was too far gone to care that my daughter was being fucked in my full view. After a minute Clare stood up whilst still fucking Sara with the vibrator and then bent over guiding my cock inside her hot wet pussy. A moan left both our mouths as the heat and intensity of her pussy enveloped my cock. I frantically began to pump away at her, my orgasm building with every thrust. I couldn't hold back any longer and once agian that evening my cock began to empty its juice only this time it was into a hot wet pussy and not may hand. As I emptied I felt her pelvic muscles contract as the orgasm swept over her body. She began to cum as did Sara who by this time was panting hard. I looked at Sara as she began to cum onto the vibrator, she cried out "fuck, fuck, fuck I'm cumming." Her legs began to tremble as the orgasm shook her whole body.

I stepped away from Clare and watched as Sara writhed on the bed wishing that it was my cock doing that to her. 

My cock began to harden at the sight of Sara sated and drained on the bed....What happened next is another story for later.



Caught In The Act



Sitting at home, Kaysen felt safe. He was 5 feet 11 inches tall with a great body. Working out sense he was in high school, Kaysen was in amazing shape. His shiny black hair hung just past his shoulders, and he often wore it in a pony tail. None of this, though, was why he felt save. In the drawer in his nightstand, was a beautiful 45. He loved that gun more than his own house, and took it to the shooting range on many occasions.

Watching some TV, Kaysen was unaware of the scratching sound coming from his front door. The front door silently opened as a small figured in black slid past the door frame and closed it behind them. The figure sheathed in black showed the thief to be a woman. Her curves were amazing, even for someone built for this kind of work. Thin hips, round, but firm ass, and around a C cup hanging from her torso. She pulled a small revolver out of her belt and opened her bag to start gathering things she could sell later.

Deciding it was time for bed, Kaysen cut off the television. No sooner did the screen go black, did he hear something down stairs. Smiling, he opened his drawer, pulled out his piece and moved through his room, cutting off his lights. He slipped behind the door and waited, knowing most thieves would steal from the entire house. So he waited, waited for the thief to unexpectedly walk through his bedroom door and into his trap.

Noticing the lights go off upstairs, the thief set down her bag and pulled out four small ties. Now that the resident was asleep, he or she would be easier to subdue, and go on with her plans. Not making a sound, she made her way up the stairs and peeked into the now dark room. It was to dark to see anything from the hall, so she moved into the room to get a better look. As she made it past the door, she heard the squeak of it close and felt metal press to the back of her head. Light filled the room as the man behind her switched a flip.

Kaysen smiled knowing he had the dirty thief caught. He flipped the switch and his jaw hit the floor as he realizes it was a woman he was holding a gun to. Smiling, he thought up a completely different plan for what to do with his new captive. He pulled back and struck her hard at the base of her skull, watching her fall in a heap on the floor. After putting the gun down, he smiled again, ready to have fun with his little thief.

Pain, that was all she could feel. It was dark again, or maybe it was her eyes were closed. The last thing she remembered was feeling a sharp pain. She tried to lift her hand and feel her head, but found it bound. Slowly she realized all her limbs were bound, to four corners, spread eagle. As her body moved, she felt the soft sheets of a bed against her...skin? 'Oh god!' she thought as she realized she was naked, tied spread eagle, in the dark.

Watching her stir, Kaysen smiled to himself. He stood and walked to the light switch. Flipping it for the second time she was here, he revealed to her that he, also, was naked. He saw the light hurt her eyes, so he moved to her, shading her face with his body, his thick erection near her face. Smiling, he watched her eyes get wide to the sight of his cock and felt himself get harder still. "You picked the wrong house my little thief." His words came out with a rough kind of authority that seemed to demand her attention. 

Shuttering, she heard his rough voice confirm her worst fears. She tried to respond, and found herself gagged. Her teeth bit down on a hard rubber ball, and felt the string around her head. She again looked at the big man that had caught her and forced her self to look at his face instead of his cock that was now even closer to her face. His smile was one of a man in control, a man with power. 'Should have picked a different house Avvie' she thought to herself.

Kaysen stood over her and watched her mind notice and accept the situation. He reached down and moved a strand of hair from her face. "See, my little thief, you tried to steal from me, and now I intend to steal from you." Moving down toward her legs, he let his hand glide over her soft skin, lingering a moment on her breasts. Then, he removed his hand from her and stood next to the bed, near her knees. "I intend to take everything you came into my house with. I already have you clothes, your bag, and your freedom. I may leave you with your life, but your dignity, now that is mine."

She listened to his words, let them sink in. He was right, she had tried to steal from him, and he had taken from her. Even though everything but her life was going to be his, she would not shed a tear. She watched as he lovingly stroked her legs, and felt her body start to react to his touch. His hands moved higher, gently massaging the soft skin of her tight thighs. Her attention shifted, and watched as the blood made his cock look even bigger, aching for relief.

The way she responded to his touch told him two main things. She was strong, and easy to turn on. He loved the feel of her soft skin, and wanted to spend all night just rubbing her body. Then again, he loved something else more. He looked up into her eyes as he got onto the bed, putting both knees between her spread legs. Smiling, he leaned down and let the bottom of his cock slide over her already soaking pussy, still gazing into her eyes. "Don't worry my little thief, I won't be rough." He leaned down more and took her hard nipple into his mouth as he started to push his stiff cock into her pussy.

Avvie started to feel different when he looked into her eyes. Then his words made her what......want him? She felt his hot mouth move over her nipple and his cock slide into her pussy. His tongue drove her wild as it danced over her so sensitive nipple. Then, all she could feel was his cock going even deeper inside her. His huge cock slowly slid inside her, making her feel every inch of him stretch and rub her inner walls. Moaning around her gag, she felt his hips finally press to hers, burring his cock, to his balls, inside her.

"Damn girl, your pussy is so tight." He gazed down at her pussy, now filled completely with his 8 inch long, 2 and a half inch thick, cock. She was so wonderfully tight, her muscles gripping his now pulsing cock. He put his mouth back on her hard nipple, loving the taste of her skin. Spending what seemed forever sucking and licking her nipples, he made her even wetter. As he enjoyed the taste of her skin, he started moving, softly grinding his hips against hers.

This mans gentle touch and loving movements made her body shake with pleasure. She never imagined rape could feel this good. As he started grinding his hips, she could feel the thin pubic hair rubbing her clit and pussy lips. Already she was so close to cumming, her nerves on fire. Suddenly she felt her body explode past her thresh hold as he bit her nipple. The bite sent a mix of pain and pleasure through her, that send her so far over the edge, she knew he was now as soaked with her juices as she was.

Groaning, Kaysen felt her already warm pussy steam with an orgasm. Her cum rushed out of her tight pussy, covering his cock and balls in her sweet juices. He lifted his head and kissed her gag as he finally started moving his hips. Bracing himself with his hands on either side of her chest, he started fucking her, slow and strong. Each thrust was slow, letting her feel every inch, and powerful, ramming his cock back into her pussy.

Moaning and pulling at the restraints, Avvie felt his cock make her arch, wanting more. It seemed like he knew her body like a well read book, waiting till just after her orgasm to start fucking her, making it even stronger. Avvie struggled and writhed under her captive, moaning around her gag to the intense feeling of his sexual assault. His cock started pulsing more, and she knew he was closer to his own release. In response, she started grinding and bucking her hip as much as the restraints allowed. Unsure if her actions were to make it end faster, or a need to feel him cum, she wanted something and intended to get it.

The sheets bunched in his hands as Kaysen gripped them, white knuckled, feeling her movements. He started fucking her harder and faster, needing his relief as much as she wanted it. Now pounding his cock into her tight pussy, he took a half second with every thrust to grind her hips with his, making her body react even more. Groaning, he bit down on her neck to muffle his own sounds of pleasure as his cock expanded and started firing cum inside her. Once his cock was spent, he pulled out of her and sat between her legs, watching her come down from her own orgasm.

Avvie kept moaning as his hot, thick cum leaked out of her tight pussy. Her eyes closed, she gently wiggled, feeling his cum slide out of her pussy and down her ass. While she wouldn't leave with a bag of things she could sell, she would leave with memories of the best fuck of her life. Opening her eyes, she saw the man had gotten up and moved to the top of the bed. Looking at her with soft eyes, he pulled her clothing from beside the bed and laid them on her stomach.

Kaysen watched her relax when he put the clothes on her and smiled, untying each of her hands and ankles. He stepped back as she sat up and removed the gag from her mouth. Smiling he picked up his gun and looked at her. "Come back and try to steal anytime." To his surprise she smiled back at him and spoke with a soft voice that made him want to take her again, right then and there. "Maybe I will." He watched her dress and slip out his window, hoping that she would, in the end, return to his bedroom.



Caught in the Act



As soon as I entered the house I knew something was amiss. There was a second car in the driveway, a pair of men's dark brown dress shoes in the mudroom and I could hear what I was quite sure was a man's voice coming from the upstairs bedroom. All the lights downstairs were all out meaning that neither of our teenagers was home so whoever was upstairs thought they were alone. 

I slipped off my shoes and laying my bags in the front hallway, crept quietly up the stairs. 

From the upstairs hallway I could hear them. I glanced around the corner and into our bedroom. While I could not see much because of the partially closed door, what I did see caused my jaw to hit the floor. Despite the anger and hurt I could feel welling within me, a part of me was very highly sexually aroused by the erotic image confronting me. 

One of my male colleagues, John, a man about 3 years older than me, was standing naked against the far wall of the bedroom, his two hands pressed against the wall behind him for support. His back was strongly arched, his hips thrust upwards. A woman was on her hands and knees between his legs, facing him, her face tilted upwards. He was precariously balanced on his tiptoes, groaning loudly, as the woman ran her tongue slowly and seductively up along the underside of his throbbing cock. That woman was my pretty redheaded wife, Catherine. 

Not only was Catherine eagerly tonguing his cock, but she was dressed in the raciest white lace lingerie I had seen her wear in many years. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun but a few wayward strands now stuck to her sweaty, wet cheeks. Her eyes were half closed and as I watched she started slurping loudly around the engorged head of John's visibly throbbing cock. 

It was obvious this had been going on for some time as both Catherine and John were sweating profusely and John, in particular, was breathing fast and shallow as my lovely and talented wife worked on his cock. 

Catherine pulled her lips off his cock, looked up at him, and smiling seductively, asked him in her sluttiest voice "Wanna cum, Johnny?" 

John shook his head no and grinning lustily, reinforced his negative answer by thrusting his bright red cock, dripping with a mix of my wife's saliva and his precum, back up towards her pretty face. 

"Suck it some more!" he grunted. 

Locking her eyes with his she smiled lasciviously and purred "Sure. I didn't think you were ready yet..." and obediently lowered her mouth back over his cock and resumed her erotic sucking of his cock. 

At this point, let me digress and give you some background. Catherine and I have been married for 24 years but it had been years since Catherine had worn lingerie like that for me. It had also been a couple of years since we'd engaged in any kind of sexual activity. I just figured this phase of our life together was over, but here she was, a hot 52 year old mother of two teenagers, dressed in a lacy white push up bra, a matching white thong and 3 inch "fuck me" heels sucking off my closest professional colleague. It was clear that she certainly had not written off sex as something she was over and done with, certainly not with John. 

Now, let me get one thing straight here. My wife is not a normal 52 year old housewife. Catherine is what you would call very attractive and shapely, a 'MILF', if you wanted to be blunt. Over the years she has taken care of her body and could easily pass for late 30's. She draws more than her share of attention when we are out and men frequently hit on her in bars. One man even asked her if she would sleep with him right in front of me. She'd always giggled and wrote the attention off as just some guys flirting around. But clearly, judging by what she was doing with her lips to John's cock, I'd say this was more than just "flirting' around. 

And one other thing: Catherine is a very talented and experienced cocksucker. Over the years she has given me some amazing blowjobs in outfits that drove me crazy with lust and had my cock ready to blow its load even before her sweet lips first wrapped around the head. So, it was an unbelievably hot sight seeing her dressed so sexy, sucking the raging hard cock of another, obviously very pleased, man. It was almost like I had rented the most recent porno release and my wife was the slutty cocksucking star! 

By now, Catherine's talents had John very near the edge. His breathing was fast and desperate and his thrusts faster and shorter. I noticed that Catherine was not using her hands to stroke the long, sinewy shaft of his cock but rather was just sucking the bright red head with her mouth. This meant she was in no hurry to make him cum, in fact did not want him to cum, but instead wanted to tease him to the point where he would beg her to make him shoot his load. She wanted him to revel as long as possible in the expert pleasure she was administering to his hard prick. She'd done the same with me many times!! 

Catherine's big firm tits had been pulled out the top of her bra and now they swung freely back and forth, her nipples hard and erect, as she swayed in time to John's thrusts. On her hands and knees, her tight ass was pointed upwards, affording John a perfect view of her shapely rear end, the sides of the thong pulled up high on her hips and the thin strip of fabric pulled tight and deep into the curvaceous crack of her ass. 

By this time my own heart was pounding fast and hard. I realized what I was witnessing was a fantasy I'd had for years; my sexy wife sucking another man's cock. And it was playing itself out right in front of me. As I watched her continue to work on his cock, my own cock became a rock solid pipe, straining excitedly against the fabric of my pants. 

"You are absolutely gorgeous, Catherine..." John whispered sincerely. "Have I told you that tonight?" 

She smiled and ran a finger up along the length of his dick. "And you are hard as a rock, Johnny...." she answered. "Have I told you that...?" 

John certainly was hard. His cock was thicker and longer than mine. Two large, purple veins ran down the sides, and his uncircumcised foreskin bunched up under a huge red mushroom-like head. 

"That has got to be uncomfortable, Johnny..." she motioned towards his crotch. "Your cock is so hard...." she whispered as she fondled him. "Let me see if I can help..." 

John groaned at her touch as my pretty wife coiled her fingers around his pole and slid a tight fist slowly up the length of his shaft causing the knob to swell and shine. 

"God...your cock is so big... and so fucking hard! And you haven't been cut..." she purred. "I love to watch your foreskin slide back and forth..." Catherine continued to stare at his cock as she worked her hand up and down its length. 

"And I love a cock that gets wet and slippery like this..." 

"Fuck..." he grunted. 

"Does it turn you on when I talk about your cock, Johnny?" she whispered, "It does, doesn't it?" She smiled at him and winked as she stroked him slowly. 

"Damn, your cock is so hard..." She repeated as she gazed wantonly at his pulsing cockhead. 

"God, Catherine, I don't know if I can last much longer." John panted, his eyes lewdly fixed on my wife's pretty face. "You're driving me nuts!!" 

Giggling, Catherine lowered her lips over his cock and continued to suck his glistening knob. "So hot..." she mumbled around her cock stuffed mouth. 

"Fuck, girl...." John grunted and started to thrust his hips towards her face. 

"Don't" she said reaching up to stop him. "Let me just suck it..." 

John sighed and stopped his thrusts, his cock jutting out from his crotch just inches from my wife's face. 

As she returned to lasciviously sucking his throbbing knob, every second or third stroke Catherine would stop and slowly, seductively slide almost his entire length into her mouth, holding him there as her head made tiny fast up and down bobbing movements. I could hear the wet sucking sound of his cockhead wedged at the back of her throat. John moaned loudly as she expertly worked on his prick. 

Sadly, I remembered when she used to do that to my cock! 

Suddenly, Catherine pulled back and looked up at John, then cupped his ass cheeks with her hands and pulled them to her face, sliding his cock deep into her mouth and back of her throat. John took the hint and taking his hands away from the wall, curled his fingers through my wife's hair. Looking down at his cock in her mouth, he pulled her face forward as he began to fuck her face in long slow strokes. Again and again, Catherine took almost the full length of his cock into her mouth, pausing only occasionally to catch her breath. When John began to thrust harder and faster, she pulled away and sat back, an evil grin on her face as she watched his now ready to shoot cock bobbing desperately and wildly just inches in front of her face. Spit and precum dripped from the shining head. 

John was panting heavily trying harder than he'd ever tried to remain as quiet as possible. Catherine stood up, still grinning and leaned close to his ear. "Still trying not to cum?" she whispered, just loudly enough for me to hear. "Not that easy is it, lover...?" she whispered again. John looked at her with an incredulous expression. Catherine laughed silently and took a step back ward. Her hands moved up to her already half-removed bra and she deftly slipped it off, tossing it behind her. Then grabbing a chair she moved to stand behind it, her ass directed towards John. She leaned forward on the backrest and raised her firm ass high in the air, moving it around in enticing little circles. She pulled the thong to one side "Fuck me from behind...." She purred, reaching back and encircling his pulsing shaft with her tight fist. 

I could see her wedding rings shining with spit and sweat as she pulled his pulsing pole towards her dripping snatch. 

Catherine almost screamed out as John pushed his thick cock deep into her cunt in one smooth stroke. She looked back at him in feigned shock, biting her lip, but in obvious ecstasy, as he began to fuck her with long sure, slow strokes. She reached back to place a hand on his hip and pull him into her fast and hard. 

Within a few seconds my beautiful wife was writhing in pleasure as John's deep hard strokes brought her to a shattering climax. Her body quivered in rapid waves as John continued his long hard deep thrusts as her plaintive moans filled the upstairs. As she came she pulled away from him and turned around. She leant forward and kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth, before pushing him away again. She sat up on the desk behind her and kissed him again. Her hand reached down to his wet, red hard cock, stroking it slowly as she looked into his eyes. "Now you..." she panted. "Now I want to make you cum...." 

Releasing his cock, she pushed him back a step. With her hands on his ass, she made him turn around until he was leaning against the side of the desk. Smiling sexily at him she dropped to her knees between his legs. John's lust crazed, engorged cock bobbed wildly in front of her face, and she looked up into his now pleading eyes. 

She smiled, letting her lips part and extending her long soft tongue before running it sensually around her full lips. John groaned at the sight, his cock, as if knowing what was coming, bobbing frantically as his hands gripped tightly on the edge of the desk. 

My wife dropped her eyes to his cock and moved her head forward, her mouth open. She looked up at John's face and grinned. 

"Oh....yeah...please...." he moaned, "Please Catherine, I've wanted this for so long. You have no idea how hot you've made me over the last 10 years!! 

Catherine smiled. "I know", she purred, " I know you wanted me...so now's your chance", her tongue flicked out and just barely tickling the slit of his cockhead, swiping a large globule of the pre-cum that had pooled on his head over the rest of the slick skin of his knob. 

Then she stood up, leaving him panting, his eyes wild with confusion and hot desire.... 

"Relax..." Catherine teased, kissing him lightly and stepping back a pace. "I want to tease you some more" she giggled. 

"I think you'll like this..." Catherine said and thrust her chest out proudly displaying her gorgeous tits as she stood with her hands on her swaying hips as John's eyes danced over her breasts. 

"I know you like them...?" she teased, bringing her hands up to cup and squeeze them. His eyes grew even wilder, and his hand reached down to his cock, stroking it as he watched her move before him. 

Catherine's eyes moved to his cock as she swayed in front of him. Her hands continued to caress her tits as she watched my colleague stroke himself in front of her. 

Again, her tongue moved over her lips... "Don't make yourself cum..." she warned him. That's for me to do...." 

John laughed. "Don't worry baby, I can hold off a lot longer yet!!". 

"Betcha ya can't.." Catherine teased. 

John smiled and kept slowly stroking his hard shaft. 

"Someday I want to watch you jerk off for me..." she whispered. "I'll strip for you like they do at the Bare Facts...and you can jerk off for me....I'd like that...." Her voice trailed off as she continued to sway back and forth, her eyes fixed on John's now dripping cock as it slid silently through his fingers. Her hands moved over her belly and she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong...as she watched John stroke his massive hard-on. She paused for a moment, relishing the effect she was having on him....... 

"So...do you think that's a good idea...?" she teased, pulling on her hard, erect nipples. 

John cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from her nakedness. "Yeah...sure" he croaked, "Good idea..." 

I doubt John even remembered what she'd just asked him. 

"I thought you might think so..." Catherine chuckled, moving close to him. My beautiful wife now stood three feet in front of John, her feet apart and her hands still caressing her breasts... She then leaned forward, resting her body against his, and kissed him wetly, thrusting her hot tongue into his mouth, and drawing his out into hers. She began to suck on the tip, then more of it as John pushed his tongue deeper into her hot mouth. Opening her eyes and staring into his, Catherine began to suck his tongue like it was a cock as he held it rigid for her. Both of them were growing hotter and hotter and Catherine's hips began to move against John's now desperately raging hard-on. Raising up onto her tiptoes, she raised one leg high and squealed around his tongue as she felt his cock slide up again between her legs. Her eyes closed and she moved her hips back and forth, letting his cockhead run back and forth between her sopping wet pussy lips. 

John obviously felt the desire to fuck her again, and his hips began to move with hers...pushing up...higher...higher... They both groaned loudly as John's cockhead parted my wife's lovely labial lips...and started to slide into her cunt. Catherine almost gave up her reserve and pushed her pussy down to meet him, fucking him for a second time...but she suddenly snapped back to reality...pulling back and standing in front of him, panting wildly. 

"Oh God..." she wheezed, "Not now....oh shit...you're cock is so fucking big.... oh fuck...! I want it in my cunt again...oh God!!!" 

I'd never heard my wife talk like this. I'd offered her money to talk dirty to me, just once saying the word "cock" or "fuck" but she'd blatantly refused, saying it was dirty and she wouldn't do that. Yet, now here she was with another man, relentlessly teasing his engorged cock, freely and easily uttering the words she had always refused to say with me. 

One hand dropped to her excited pussy, cupping it and running her fingers between her lips as she stared at John. Her other hand reached out and grasped his thick pole. Her breathing slowed as she regained her composure. 

"I'm sorry..." she laughed, "but I just love to tease you...and I know deep inside you love it too, don't you?..." 

She smiled excitedly and began to stroke his cock hard and fast. A huge stream of pre-cum poured over her fingers, making her moan. 

John moaned low and guttural as a small amount of milky white semen started to seep from the tip of his pole as he fought down his orgasm. Catherine saw it and pinching his cock just below the head covered his cockhead with her mouth, licking lightly so as not to bring him over the edge, but just enough to stop him from cumming and to capture her reward. 

"Oh, god, you're ready aren't you?" she moaned. She swallowed John's semen sample, inhaling the aroma as she worked it around with her tongue. "It's going to be a lot, isn't it..." she whispered, standing in front of him. 

"You're really ready aren't you...? You're leaking like a tap." She looked down at his cock as it slid through her fingers. " I want to make you cum...right now....You want that don't you...? You want me to stroke your big red cock until it shoots....is that what you want? You want me to jerk you off...Johnny boy...make you shoot your hot cum all over me....is that what you want...?" 

"Please..." John said pleadingly. "Make me cum...do anything...just make me cum...PLEAAAASE." He moaned loudly. 

Catherine grinned and looked up at him. Her eyes were on fire. "Anything...?" she teased. "Anything is a lot...I could jerk you off... I could let you put it between my tits...you liked that last time, didn't you...? You liked cumming all over my tits Johnny, didn't you?.....Mmmmm....me too...it was so hot and creamy....." At this point even I could see his cock expanding in her hand as she teased him mercilessly with her filthy rambling. Finally, at just about the time I thought he wouldn't be able to take it any more (I certainly wouldn't), she seemed to sense this as well. 

She leaned forward, running her tongue around his lips and face. "But this time's different...this time I'm going to SUCK your C-O-C-K..." She spoke the word slowly and smiled as John's whole body tensed and he let out a low moan. She looked fiercely into his eyes and repeated her promise. "This time I'm going to suck your hard cock....I'm going to make you cum with my mouth and just my mouth, no hands!!....I'll suck your big hard cock until you shoot your thick hot cum in my mouth...I want to taste your cum....I want to swallow it...." 

"Oh God" I almost said aloud. This was like my private porno fantasy with my wife in the lead role. Her slutty talk was driving me wild. My cock was now out of my pants and in my hand and I was now stroking it wildly. 

Her voice trailed off as she slithered seductively back down John's body, her erect nipples tracing imaginary lines down his legs, until she knelt directly in front of his cock. Finished with her teasing, she leaned forward and ran her wet tongue from his now overly full balls to the throbbing head of his engorged cock. A long wail erupted from John as he felt the hot wetness of my wife's talented tongue finally brush across the hot taught skin of his quivering rod. 

Catherine slowly and seductively parted her lips and took John's cock head into her warm wet mouth. "Oh FUCKKKKK..." he groaned and pushed his hips forward, trying to feed my wife more of his cock. She willingly obliged, opening her mouth wider and taking in half of his now hugely swollen cock. The whole time, she kept her face directed upwards her eyes lustily fixed on John's. 

John began to fuck her mouth slowly, curling his fingers through her thick red hair and pushing his hips forward. Each thrust elicited another groan from him. Catherine expertly countered each move...pushing her mouth forward as John fucked deeper. When she felt him pushing against her throat, she gripped his hips, forcing him to stop. Then she lowered her face onto John's cock, taking him deeper and deeper until once more he was against the back of her throat. Catherine cleared her throat and took a breath....then leaned forward. John's cock was so hard it resisted bending, but Catherine didn't give up. She continued to pull him deeper until suddenly something gave and John's cock slid silently deep into the tightness of her throat. 




Caught in the Act



I groaned in appreciation and watched in awe as her throat expanded with the fullness of the throbbing head of his cock. Jealously I remembered how she used to do that to me for the first years of our marriage. I had to admire her, she had lost none of her skills. She certainly knew how to give a man a cocksucking he'd never forget. I can safely say that I never forgot! 

I watched as her nose pressed firmly against John's pubic hair, his 8 inch cock fully stuffed down her mouth and throat. I could see she revelled for a moment in her accomplishment, then slowly pulled her lips back. 

I groaned loudly as I came, my own cum spurting wildly over the hardwood floor. I was a little worried they'd hear me but they didn't seem to notice. I guess they were busy!! 

I watched as more and more of John's cock slid from her lips. When she reached his cockhead, she turned her eyes up to his. 

"Cum for me..." she whispered. "Cum in my mouth...." 

At this point I simply stared. In all our years together she'd never once let me cum in her mouth. 

John smiled down at her, staring for a moment, then began to move his hips again. Catherine held her face steady, letting John fuck her mouth, at the same time running her tongue expertly up and around his shaft and cockhead. 

Catherine felt his balls expanding under her fingers and moaned as she felt his cum rising in his cock...filling his tube...then erupting into her thirsty mouth. 

Catherine squealed as his hot, thick cum splashed into her throat. Her hot, heavy teasing had filled John's balls to the bursting point and the resulting blast filled her mouth with his creamy load. She savored the taste of his semen for a moment, then pulled him deep again, groaning as his cock head passed into her throat and erupted a second time. Still my desperate wife wanted more. 

Sucking strongly, Catherine pulled her lips up his shaft as he shot again and again, filling her mouth with cum. She pulled her lips away, looking up into his eyes as she tried to swallow all his cum. But his load was immense and cum dribbled down her lips and chin. Grinning wildly, she continued to jerk him off, letting the last of his load spray wetly over her face and lips. Catherine alternated between closing her mouth and swallowing and grinningly jerking John off onto her face and chest. It looked as if she were holding on to a cum-shooting hose. 

What could I say? I'd never even imagined this side of my wife. But little did I know that this was only scratching the surface. My wife had a wild side I never even imagined...even in my wildest fantasies.



Caught in the Act



Recently divorced and once again on my own, I had been lucky enough to find a better paying job than I'd had before. I'd be co-managing an intimate apparel department in a well known department store. At forty, I was still considered to be reasonably attractive. I stayed fit working out in the gym every morning before work, one of the perks of actually working there, which was nice as I didn't have to go out of my way in order to do so. As I've stated before, I'm considered fairly busty, a fact that didn't go unnoticed every morning when I arrived for my workout. Mr. Anderson, or "Jim...Jimmy", as some referred to him, my slightly younger boss, always had a warm smile for me, and usually a pointed look or two at my chest as we began our workouts. I didn't mind it so much however, he was rather attractive though he was the other side of thirty, closer to twenty, and as I said...my boss. At work he was all business however whenever he came over to my department to see how things were going. I rarely saw a smile then, perhaps the pressure of the day to day. But there was no mistaking his flirtatious look, wandering eyes as we ran on the treadmills together, or lifted a few weights. Needless to say, he was always ready, willing and able to stand there and spot me. Though I knew he was mostly trying to spot my somewhat hard nipples as they pressed against my overly tight tee shirts and sweats.

All in all though, it was a good job and I enjoyed working there. Left pretty much to myself, which is how I preferred it anyway, I spent the majority of my day helping young girls and women to try on some rather intimate apparel. Occasionally I'd get the nervous male who'd come in to try and find something sexy for their wife or girlfriends. I enjoyed those too, very often (and sometimes purposely) making them blush as I suggested this, or that. Most often convincing them to buy the sexiest items that even I wouldn't be caught dead in.

I'd been working there a little over three months when a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties, if that...and her equally young boyfriend, or fiancé wandered into my department. I had noticed a ring on her finger, but no wedding band, so I naturally assumed an engagement, and the fact she was no doubt there to pick out something very sexy to wear on their honeymoon. I stood back, watching and waiting for a moment as they giggled over this and that, picking a few things out for her to try on in the dressing room.

Though I would never attempt to openly do anything at work, especially where a customer is concerned, the fact that I have an appreciation for women, every bit as much as I do for men, does tend to allow me an occasional fantasy, or indiscretion or two as it were. Getting a peek at a particularly attractive woman as she's dressing, offering to bring back different sizes, make suggestions, and when I can...stand there and nod approval. If I'm fortunate enough to be doing that, I am usually secretly enjoying myself and taking advantage of the moment while I have the chance. But again, never ever in a million years ever doing anything beyond that.

Not once had anything occurred that would even remotely tempt me into ever doing anything else. Until today.

It was in fact, and had been a particularly slow day, mid week, early in the morning. That was when it was usually pretty slow. I'd only had one or two customers come in and even briefly look around. Needless to say, I had plenty of time on my hands and nothing much to do but be attentive and as helpful as I could be. When the young blonde with fairly nice-sized breasts herself looked over in my direction, holding an armful of various items, I knew she was looking for help and a dressing room to try them on in.

I was a little surprised when the young man who was with her came sauntering over to the dressing area with her. The rooms were fairly large, with surrounding mirrors on three sides as you entered.

"Is it ok if he comes in to give me advice on what does or doesn't look good on me?" she asked.

It was an unusual request. In the past, in the rare few times that men had indeed come along with their wives or girlfriends, they usually stood outside. If in fact invited to take a peek at something, give their approval, it wasn't uncommon then for them to perhaps stick their head inside briefly in doing so. But to actually go inside and remain there while she tried things on, was something no one had ever done before, let alone asked about doing.

I considered briefly telling them no. But as there was no one else in the store at the time, I told them it would be ok, though adding that if someone else did come in and wanted to try something on themselves, I'd then have to ask her husband to be, to wait outside.

They were good with that, thanking me, and then stepped into the changing room closing the door behind them.

I didn't imagine them trying to shoplift anything, I'd already taken an accounting of everything she'd taken into the room with her. But sure enough, moments later the door opened as she stood there peeking her head out looking for me. "Ah...ah..."

"Debra," I said introducing myself. "What can I get you?" I asked as she held up a rather lacy red bra towards me.

"I guess I need this in a slightly bigger size after all," she said looking down at herself, her breasts clearly exposed to me as she stood there. I looked at the tag on the bra she had handed me. This was one of my own personal secret moments to entertain and enjoy myself, while being all business about it while I did. I made sure to put on my business face too while I stepped towards her, causing her to open the door a little more as I did so, taking the bra she was holding away from her.

"Let's see...you look more like a 34C, would you like me to measure to make sure?" I asked. As I said that, looking at her, I just managed to catch the reflection of her male companion standing off to one side of the room. I'm sure he didn't consider the fact that with the room being as mirrored, as it was, that I saw more of him than perhaps he'd intended. There was no mistaking what I had seen as he'd turned off to one side rather quickly. His cock hard...and out. I knew then, he'd been playing with himself as he stood there watching his fiancé trying on lingerie. Now again, I'm no prude, and I actually had to admire their daring. No doubt they were having a simple bit of naughty fun with one another. And it wasn't beyond me to have done something in the past like that myself either. Unfortunately however, I was the one on the other end of all this. Responsible for my department, and anything-untoward taking place inside it. Against my better judgment however, I pretended I hadn't seen anything. My hormones suddenly going into overdrive, especially as I hadn't had sex myself in several weeks now. From what I'd seen, he had a pretty nice cock too, and I figured as long as it was as quiet as it was, why not let the two of them have a bit more fun while they could. While I could. And with luck, maybe catch another peek myself. If I did catch them at it, I could then ask them to refrain...politely, but do so in such a way as to not totally embarrass them either. Maybe even make it more along the lines of one of those "fun" experiences to have and remember, when the store clerk caught the two of them fucking, or something.

"I'll be right back with another size," I told her stepping away.

As I wandered over to the rack, I was a little surprised to find they hadn't closed the door all the way. For a moment, I figured she was just waiting for me to quickly return with the right size. But as I stood there thumbing through the rack looking for one, I happened to glance up, and once again spotted her fiancé standing there, hard stiff dick out once again. But what blew me away and surprised me the most, was when she knelt down in front of him and started sucking it!

Ok, so they were having some naughty fun. And ok, so it was arousing to realize and see that they were. But...I could catch hell for allowing it too. Thank god no one else had entered the store yet. I quickly found the size she needed, and began making my way back to the changing room they were in. I even tried to walk a bit more loudly as I did so, hoping perhaps they would hear me and make themselves a bit more presentable. Instead, I saw him look out towards me, smiling as he did. His girlfriend still on her knees, still sucking his cock greedily. Now I had no choice but to ask them to refrain from what they were doing. The fact he was looking at me directly, and I him as I approached, couldn't be mistaken for anything else, though I was surprised at her boldness now as she continued to do what she was doing even as I reached the door.

"I'm sorry but..." I began, having put on my really stern professional face on, having every intention of asking them to decease and desist what they were doing. And then he looked at me, as did she. Hot lusty grins on each one of their faces.

"Before you ask us to leave, which no doubt you're about to, we just wanted you to know how hot looking you are, and how erotic it is for us, to have you standing there watching the two of us doing this," he told me. 

Whatever other words I was about to say got lost somewhere inside my head. 

"If you're even the slightest bit aroused, seeing this, as we are...then please don't. Let us continue while you watch because it's a major turn on, and a long time fantasy for us to be doing this. If someone comes into the store, as long as you're standing there, you can warn us, and then we'll close it and soon after leave. Unless of course...you're not interested in doing that for us. In which case, we'll leave now."

I honestly didn't know what to think or what to say. They had taken me completely off guard and by surprise.

"Doesn't he have an absofuckinglutely gorgeous dick?" The young woman now asked, holding it up for me to see better, actually waving it back and forth a little like a magic wand. And maybe it was magic in a way, at least hypnotizing as I stood there watching her do that.

I looked back into the department, not knowing why, trying to collect my thoughts perhaps, though that didn't really help. At least no one was even near entering my department, though I did spot Jim down at the far end in appliances speaking to Michael. They were good friends and had worked together for a number of years, so it wasn't at all surprising to see him standing there talking to him. I knew eventually he'd make his way down to see me. But I'd have plenty of warning if he did so.

I turned back around, though now standing with one eye looking in each direction.

"Hurry up," I heard myself saying. "Finish him off...but make sure I get to see it," I added.

"Watch us fuck!" The young woman then said, not even bothering to ask, or suggest that I might, standing now, turning instead, totally bare-assed naked as she placed her hands down on the small bench, spreading her legs apart as her fiancé now stepped up behind her. Her gorgeous bare tits hanging down ever so provocatively as they gently began swinging to and fro as he began fucking her from behind. "Just come on my ass when you're there," she told him smiling at me.

I glanced nervously down towards the other end of the store, but Jim was still there talking to Michael, though I did notice him glance my way as he did so.

"Fuck! Hurry up!" I warned them again. "My boss will be coming soon!" I pressed them, though finding this whole crazy situation very erotic as I said that.

"Me too!" The young stud chuckled as he began slamming in and out of his girl friend's pussy. His long, thick, magnificent looking cock sliding in and out of her very wet sounding cunt with total abandon. Just watching them now, though one eye was still on the opposite end of the store, I was so enthralled in actually seeing them and hearing them as the two of them fucked wildly, flesh slapping flesh, that I'd forgotten all about anyone else coming in behind me from the main Mall entry.

"Excuse me, miss?"

I know I must have jumped three feet into the air, though conscious enough to have managed to close the door to the room as I did so, nearly slamming it. The mature looking woman, probably not much older than myself, stood looking at me curiously. The surprise in her eyes just as confusing as the surprise in my own eyes perhaps.

"Are...you ok?" she asked.

"Yes, sorry...just ah...busy helping another customer," I added taking another quick glance back towards the room. To my horror however, the door was slowly starting to swing open again. The latch hadn't engaged, and damn me...the two of them were still going at it inside, obviously thinking themselves safe for a moment at least, and now wanting to finish.

I gently guided her away from the door, walking her further on into the department, hoping against hope whatever she needed from me, we'd discuss elsewhere. In which time, I dearly hoped my two horny customers would get sense enough to leave. At the moment, I could care less if they didn't buy what they'd come in to try on either.

"What can I do for you or help you with?" I asked. And of course, it was then that I looked up and saw Jim making his way towards me. He was half way there already.

As I began helping the woman find what she was looking for, Jim entered the department. As he usually did however, if we happened to have customers we were busy with, he ambled over towards the other entry way leading outside into the mall. I took another worried glance at the partially open door of the fitting room. Though I myself couldn't now see anything, I knew if he turned and looked himself, he would. And that's when my worst nightmare came true. He did. And he stood there for a moment, his eyes suddenly growing wide.

I wanted to be sick. But instead walked over to the register with my customer, ringing her up. As I did, Jim walked over to the dressing room. I saw him poke his head in for a moment, soon after closing the door, ensuring that it latched this time. After he had done that, he then walked over and stood next to me as I finished things up with the woman. He waited for a moment until she'd left the store.

"Miss Jackson? I'm going to send someone down to relieve you, as soon as they do, would you please see me in my office?" He asked.

All I could do was nod my head, doing so even as my two horny, "just fired me," customers meekly walked out, leaving all the now discarded merchandise behind there in the dressing room. They quickly left by the front entrance into the mall and soon after disappeared. Which is almost what I did. It wasn't long before Janice, one of the floating managers came walking into my department. We'd never gotten along very well ever since the first day I had started working there. Don't know why exactly, though I'd half suspected she had a thing for Jim by the way she acted around him, and very possibly saw me as a threat to that, though I'd never given her any reason to think so. She had a smug look on her face and a knowing smile as she walked up to me.

"Jim would like to see you in his office...immediately," she added.

I'd never been to prison, though at the moment I felt like I was. Slowly walking down the hall towards death row the way it felt at the moment. And though I was sure no one else knew what was going on or why, I still felt like every head that turned to look at me as I began walking up the stairs to Jim's private office knew I was in trouble for one reason or the other. And certainly knew that Janice did.

Even Becky, his cute little assistant that sat outside his office seemed to be aware that this wasn't going to be a very pleasant visit. She saw me, acknowledged me with a head bob, and hit the intercom.

"Mr. Anderson? Miss Jackson's here to see you," she said.

"Thank you Becky. Send her in. And Becky? We're not to be disturbed," he added in a very authoritative tone of voice. "Understood?"

"Yes Mr. Anderson, understood," she said clicking off the speaker. "You may go in," she told me unnecessarily. Even as I reached for the doorknob to his office, I wondered briefly if that was the last time I'd ever see her. She was already reaching for her purse, about to head off to lunch perhaps, and that way ensure the two of us some privacy. No doubt she didn't want to be there when the shit hit the fan, or be forced into confronting me afterwards either.

I gathered myself as best as I could, took a breath, held it, and then entered. Jim was sitting behind his desk looking stern. "Sit down Miss Jackson," he told me pointing at one of two seats he had sitting in front of himself. "We need to talk."

**

I nervously settled myself down in my seat, my throat suddenly parched though I didn't dare ask for anything to drink, even with a pitcher of water and fresh glasses sitting on a nearby bar.

"Do you enjoy working here?" he asked me directly.

"Yes Mr. Anderson, I do," I responded, though it sounded weird calling him so formally by that name, as we'd gotten into the "Good morning Jim, good morning Debra," thing at the gym in the morning. He sat for a moment just looking at me, making me feel even worse than I already was.

"I need to ask you a few specific questions," he then stated. "And I need you to be perfectly honest with me when I do, and very, very specific about what I'm going to ask you. Think you can do that for me?"

My mouth was so dry, all I could do was shake my head while trying to work up some saliva in order to speak without croaking when I did.

"Are you aware of what that young couple was doing inside the room?" He now asked me.

He knew damn well that I did. He had seen me standing there for the longest time, I knew that trying to make up some sort of a story wasn't going to work either, so I figured it was best just to admit to it, though try to actually explain it somehow...if I even could.

"Yes," I began without squeaking as I spoke. "I had gone over to pick out another sized bra for the woman, returning with the correct one when I looked up and saw what they were doing," I had started by way of a piss-poor explanation.

"And what were they doing?" he now asked.

"She ah...well, she was down on her knees, sucking him off."

"Sucking his prick then?"

"Ah yeah...she was," I said feeling like I was about to feint at any moment now.

"And so you did what then after seeing this?" he asked.

"I ah...was about to ask them to leave,"

"About to? Or did?"

"Well I ah...was in the middle of doing just that, when they told me they ah...well, that they were sort of having a fantasy, and that my seeing them was part of that, and then asked me if I'd give them just a minute more...you know to finish up, and then they'd leave."

"So they asked you if you wouldn't mind standing there and watch her as she sucked off her boyfriend's prick, is that what you're telling me Miss Jackson?"

"Well, yeah...sort of. But then she turned around and told her fiancé to...well, to fuck her, which they began doing."

"So you're telling me, that you now stood there, and watched as he began fucking the woman right there in the room while you stood there and watched them. Is that what I'm hearing?"

I was doomed, and I knew it. There was no way out of this, and I nearly stood up and simply walked out. And might have, except that I still felt like I could feint at any moment, and was damned if I was going to do that right there in front of him.

"Yes." I said simply accepting my fate.

Jim sat back in his chair, once again quiet for a moment, thinking perhaps, looking at me.

"I see. Let me ask you this," he paused. "Were you enjoying it?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, not sure I had heard him correctly.

"I asked if you enjoyed watching them. Did it make you horny? Aroused to be seeing it?"




Caught in the Act



I blinked, my mouth opening to speak, though words failed me. Which is when I then noticed a subtle movement of Jim's hand. "Is he doing what I think he's doing?" I asked myself. "No...he couldn't be. Is he?"

"Yes...admittedly, it did." I responded seeing a small smile cross my bosses face.

"So...they were standing there fucking then, while you watched."

"While I watched...yes."

"And could you see very much while they did?" He asked, his voice growing a bit husky.

"A lot yes..."

"What exactly could you see?"

"His hard stiff cock, moving in and out of her cunt. Her large breasts swinging back and forth as she braced herself with her hands down on the bench. He had a pretty big one from what I could see, and he was slamming it into her pretty good, in and out...you know, fucking her."

"Fucking her...hard."

"Yes...hard, and then fast."

Jim's hand was definitely moving up and down, though by the way this conversation was going, I knew damn well it had taken a rather unexpected turn.

"Did they ask you to join them?" he asked his breath clipped now and even more raspy.

"No, just to watch...though I probably would have, had they asked," I told him seeing his eyes suddenly widen upon hearing that. 

"And what would you have done, or been willing to do, had they asked you to do that?"

"I'd have certainly licked her pussy while he was fucking her for one thing, I enjoy doing that. But I'd have enjoyed licking his cock too, right beside her if he'd asked for that," I told him.

Jim moaned. "So...so, you ah...so you enjoy licking another woman's cunt then?"

"Oh yes...very much so. Though I enjoy sucking a nice hard cock just as much," I now added. "I love watching a man's cock squirt, especially if he has a lot of juice to spurt, I enjoy seeing it, feeling it...tasting it," I said as my hands suddenly reached down between my legs, a motion that didn't go unnoticed either. "How about you Jim?" I now asked. "How'd you like for me to have you squirt that big hard cock of yours all over my tits? Would you like that?"

His eyes grew even wider at that when I said it, his hand slowing however as he now stood. Not too surprisingly, he had his dick out, and it was even bigger and harder looking than the young man's was. For a moment, I chastised myself for nor flirting a bit more openly with Jim in the mornings.

"Nice cock," I said licking my lips, suddenly finding I had plenty of spit to work with. "You know Jim, watching those two...and not actually being able to do anything about it, did make me pretty horny. I am pretty wet, and I could really use a nice pussy licking," I said standing up as I began unbuttoning my blouse while he stood there watching me. "Think you could do that for me?" I asked.

I walked around his desk, and then sat down on it in front of him spreading my legs, bunching up my skirt. "See if you can pull my thong off with your teeth," I suggested. "And only with your teeth." I slid off my blouse, reaching behind to unclasp my bra. Seconds later my full breasts came into view as I tossed my bra aside, fingering my own nipples, which were now as hard as, rocks. I placed both feet on the arms of his chair, Jim leaning in, his mouth gumming my barely concealed crotch, his teeth finally taking hold of the now very wet material.

"That's it, suck my juice Jim, right though my panties, suck it...taste how sweet I am, how juicy wet, lick my pussy...taste it right through the crotch of my panties. Good boy!" I then added as he finally managed to work them the rest of the way off and then down my legs without using his hands. "Now...eat me!" I said, and held his head against my crotch as his tongue began lapping at my split, spearing my pussy, sucking my clit."

I made him give me two orgasms sitting right there before I stood up once again walking over towards the large window in his office, looking down at the floor. Everyone knew it was one-way glass, and that Jim no doubt often stood there inside his office looking down at everyone when he wasn't down on the floor. I could see Janice a short distance away, helping a customer.

"Come here," I told him. He walked over to the window as naked as I was, doing what I'd asked. "I want you to be totally honest with me," I stated. "Think you can do that for me?"

He nodded his head.

"Good. Then tell me, how many times have you stood up here looking down where I work, where I am, and jerk off when you do?" He was hesitant at first, until I held his cock in my hand, once again working it, now moving him over to stand in front of the window as I stood behind him, slow stroking his cock. "Come on now Jim...tell me. How often?"

"Every day," he answered.

"So every day, you stand here, just where we are now, and you beat off, looking at me."

"Yes."

"Do you fantasize about fucking me?"

"Yes."

"Where? Here?"

"Yes."

"Where else?" I asked slowly sliding his cock up and down with my hand, my breasts pressed against his back, letting him feel my hard erect nipples pressing against him.

"In...in the dressing room," he moaned.

"Would you like to fuck me in the dressing room?"

"Oh god...yes!" He moaned once again, even more deeply this time.

"Then maybe we'll have to do that sometime," I told him as his balls tightened, feeling them in my hand now as I pressed the tip of his cock against the window. "Going to squirt for me Jim? Shoot your hot nasty spunk all over the window for me so I can see it dripping, running down it?"

"Yes! Yes!" He cried out as I rapidly worked his prick up and down now. 

"And after you do that, think you can get it up again, and fuck me?" I asked.

"Yes!" He cried out one last time, and then began spurting wildly, spunking his side of the one-way glass with a torrent of hot milky semen.

**

As Jim stood in front of his one-way mirrored window trying to recuperate, I made my way over to the small, yet comfortable looking couch in his office. He turned facing me just as I lay down, legs spread, and one thrown over the armrest giving him an unobstructed view of my wide-open pussy. He'd barely finished tossing a rather impressive load on the window, and was already starting to fist his cock again back to hardness.

"I think we need to talk," I said slowly fingering myself, letting him see me as I did that. "Now...would it be safe to say we can consider this my three-month probationary trial review?"

Jim walked closer to the couch, his prick gradually firming up again as he nodded his head in agreement with that.

"And can we also say then...that I'll be getting that probationary raise I was promised when I first started here?"

Once again he smiled, getting a bit harder, firmer, as I now added fingering one of my own stiff nipples to his watchful eyes.

"Yeah, I think we're definitely passed all that," he grinned stepping closer, though I raised my hand up stopping him from approaching me any closer than he was.

"Just one more thing," I told him. "In say another three, maybe four months, I'd also like to be promoted to floating department manager, think that's a possibility?" I asked.

"Oh, I'd say that's very doable," he informed me, and then made motion to join me there on his couch, though I stopped him once again, closing my legs.

"You know...I start the evening shift next week. I was sort of thinking, it might be fun to go up to the second floor one night after hours. I've always wanted to fuck in the middle of a department store, in particular the bedding and furniture department. Have you ever done that?" I asked.

Now he was grinning. "No...but I certainly think that can be arranged. I've actually wondered about doing that myself a few times," he admitted. "But right now...more than anything, I want to fuck that sweet pussy of yours right here on the couch!"

I stood up, placing my hands on one arm of the small little couch for support, leaning forward presenting him my backside. Half a breath later I felt the tip of his prick nudging my ass cheeks. I spread my legs reaching between them with my hand, guiding his stiff swollen shaft inside me. In seconds he was pounding into me from behind, quick deep thrusts that soon had us both panting wildly. Even after his recent spendings, it wasn't long at all before I felt him begin to shudder, his cry of release soon following as he began flooding my pussy with torrents of his spurting cream.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cried out, grunting, thrusting, and then reaching up to squeeze my breasts as he held still, still spurting the last few traces of his cream inside my thoroughly fucked cunt.

**

We hurriedly dressed, nearly an hour had gone by since I'd first come into Jim's office. I smiled, leaving my bra draped over the back of his chair however. There was a lacy red one I now had my eye on. And I had every intention of trying it on...with the door open back in the department.

Minutes later I stepped out of his office, Becky hadn't as yet returned, running a bit late herself perhaps, but not doubt purposely so. I wondered what she'd think when she saw me later, though already looking forward to seeing the look on Janice's face when I returned to my department.

She indeed looked at me curiously when I returned, smiling demurely at her.

"My three month probation interview," I said answering her curiosity, though by the look on her face, that wasn't at all what she was expecting. "Got a nice raise too!" I adding grinning, enjoying her pained look. "Oh, and Jim said he needed to see you as soon as I got back here, something to do with scheduling for next week."

It was then that she took notice of my chest, my bare breasts though concealed beneath the blouse I was wearing, still pressed fully against the thin material. My nipples having remained hard, though I was still horny and in need of some additional relief.

"By the way, did Chris come in for the late afternoon early evening shift?" I asked.

"Ah yeah...she did, she's ah...in the back stock room," she stated looking a bit flustered and off balance. I smiled.

"Remember, Jim's waiting to see you."

With that she turned and hurriedly left heading towards his office. I wondered briefly if he'd be smart enough to toss my bra in his drawer before she got there. I then went in search of Chris. She was a young woman, sexy...and as I'd learned through our brief discussions, bi-sexual. We had even flirted with one another a few times, though we had up until now at least never taken it beyond that. She was just coming out of the stock room when I ran into her.

"OH hi Chris! I was just coming to find you," I told her. "Do me a favor would you? There's a new red lacy bra that came in, over there on the rack. Thought I'd try one on see how it fits. Mind bringing me one in a 36C?" She grinned, heading off to retrieve it. By the time she returned I was standing in the dressing room, topless with the door open. Her eyes went wide as she saw me, handing it to me.

"Stay there and tell me what you think," I said thanking her. "And...sort of keep an eye on the floor just in case we have any customers come in."

"Ok," she said smiling but still a little confused.

"Have you ever fantasized about masturbating in a dressing room while someone watched you?" I asked turning to wards her as I once again lowered the zipper on my skirt. "Have you ever masturbated in these dressing rooms before?" I then asked before she could actually answer.

"A few times, yes..." she grinned taking a quick look outside, and then back at me. 

I began fingering myself for her as I stood there, her eyes locked on mine. "After I get off...how'd you like to do this for me?" I asked.

"I'd love too!" she grinned wickedly as I began to really frig my pussy now as I stood there in front of her, wondering as I did...if Jim even now was standing in his window looking down, wondering what it was Chris was watching me do.

One thing for sure, working here would never be the same again. And I was looking forward to that.



Caught in the Act



Two days of flirty, and then downright dirty texts, and we had moved from 'lets just meet for a coffee' to this! There I was, lying on the bed with a towel under my ass, Kings of Leon on the ipod, wearing a black silk negligee and fingering my pussy whilst waiting for a guy I have never even spoken to – let alone met – to let himself in to my house and 'catch me' playing with myself.

On the drive back to the house earlier my stomach was churning with anticipation, and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell I was doing. Such a risk really! But soooo exciting. I had seen a face picture, and the texts we had exchanged had been articulate and....imaginative. Ben wanted to come into the bedroom and find me playing with myself, not to say a word and to kiss me hard on the mouth, then watch me for a while before going down on me. 

The idea of it was such a thrill – being 'caught' masturbating – that as I lay on the bed waiting for him I found myself getting more and more aroused. I spread my thighs wide and closed my eyes, my fingers stroking my clit gently at first, and then more firmly until I could feel an orgasm building. I slid one of the straps of my negligee down to expose a breast, playing with my nipple with one hand as my fingers worked their magic with the other. I knew that any moment now he would be coming through the door, and the idea was such a turn on that I found myself cuming before I knew it, my hot juices running down the crease of my ass.

When I heard the door handle turn my heart was in my mouth and I could hardly look at him as he came in to the room. I caught a glimpse of dark brown eyes and thick dark hair, and then he kissed me hard on the mouth, his hand moving to cup my breast and squeeze a nipple, making my moan with pleasure, before sliding down to rub his fingers through mine as they stroked the lips of my sex. 

I don't know what I expected, but it certainly wasn't what I experienced over the next 45 minutes or so. Ben didn't even take of his top, let alone his jeans. He just moved to lie between my legs then proceeded to give me the best damn oral I have ever had in my life. I don't know which bit I enjoyed most....when he sucked my clit into his mouth hard, over and over again. Or when he licked then blew on it, or lashed it with his tongue, my fingers entwined in his hair as I thrust my pussy hard into his face. Or maybe it was when he fingered my pussy at the same time as he worked my clit with his tongue, fucking me hard with one, then two and then I think three fingers, gripping my thigh with the other hand as he did so. Or maybe when he teased my asshole with his finger, then slid it inside making me groan with pleasure .....or it could have been when he had fingers in both my pussy and ass at the same time, working them together until I was cuming all over them. 

And I came – oh so much. Over and over again, until my ass, the towel, the bed was soaked, and I had filled his mouth over and over again. I could hear him drinking my juices, and when I looked down I could see him looking back up at me as he sucked and licked my pussy. Sometimes he would soak his tongue in my juices then kiss me - so sexy. Then he would soak his fingers and give then to me to suck and lick, kissing me through them. 

Once he sat back slightly, and watched while I rubbed my clit, then leaned forward and bit my thighs, small, dry bites that felt ridiculously good as I came again, the warm heavy scent of my sex filling the room and my ass soaking wet. 

I lost it somewhere in the middle, my hands roaming over my breasts then reaching down to lock with his, writhing on the bed, lifting my ass up to meet his mouth, my legs tensing around his head as the orgasms surged through me, over and over again. I don't think I have ever cum more.



Caught in the Act



Sitting on a stained and well-worn maroon chair on the third floor of the library, Jeremy was working diligently on his laptop to finish up the remaining slides of a presentation for one of his classes. The afternoon sunlight bathed the room in rich natural light through windows that surrounded the sitting area he was working in. This was his favorite place to work. The third floor of the library was primarily made up of shelves of forgotten old periodicals and reference books. People generally didn't come up here and he enjoyed the isolation. Surrounded by books and few distractions, Jeremy was able to stay focused and accomplish far more than if he attempted to work from his apartment off campus. 

It wasn't that he couldn't do work at home, but with two roommates who often tended to prefer various forms of substance abuse and debauchery over studying, working from home proved difficult at times. Just this morning for instance, he woke up early to head to his class and noticed his roommate Mark and his girlfriend Drew passed out on the futon in the living room of their apartment. While this was not in and of itself all that abnormal, it would be worth mentioning that their clothes, including underwear, were littered about the floor and that as he walked to their door, he got a full view of Drew's nude body when Mark rolled over, pulling the blanket clean off of her. 

Drew opened her eyes for a second when he opened the door, but merely squinted at him still seemingly intoxicated from the night before. She unsuccessfully tried to cover herself with the blanket, succeeding only with the upper half of her body. As he left, the last thing he remembered seeing was Drew, rolling over onto her back and giving him an unobstructed view of her blonde tufted pussy. Leaving, he remembered thinking that it must have been a while since Drew last shaved. 

Since he began living with Mark and Dave back in September, at one point or another Jeremy had seen both of their girlfriends naked. While he was apt to see some part of Drew's body on an almost weekly basis, Dave's girlfriend Kyra proved to be more elusive. Kyra liked to party and have fun, but wasn't as brazen as Mark's girlfriend Drew. If he hadn't come back to college from winter break a day earlier then he was supposed to, Jeremy probably would have missed his chance at seeing Kyra in the buff.

Jeremy had just carried in his laundry basket and a few bags from home. When he opened the door to the apartment, the lights were on, signaling the fact that he wasn't the only one who had come back early. As he walked back through the living room to his bedroom, he thought he could hear running water and assumed that one of his roommates was in the bathroom showering. He began putting his clothes away in his marred dresser he bought at a local thrift store. When he was finished, he went into the kitchen to get a drink. As he was pouring himself a tall glass of orange juice, the door to the bathroom opened. He looked up instinctively, and out strutted Kyra completely oblivious and completely naked. 

Jeremy could still remember her tanned skin, her small perky breasts with darker brown nipples and her smooth shaved pussy. Trying her best to cover herself, he had never seen someone so embarrassed. She blurted out something about thinking he was Dave and quickly turned around running back into the bathroom and giving him just enough time to burn the image of her tiny, tight, bottom into his brain. Having seen Drew and Kyra naked, Jeremy took pleasure in the thought that his roommates had never come close to getting a sneak peek at his girlfriend Beth without her clothes. 

Jeremy caught his mind wandering and returned to the task at hand. He really needed to get more of this done if he was planning on having any fun this weekend. He had just started working productively when his girlfriend Beth made an entrance.

"Jeremy; I hope your getting your work done," Beth said in a tone clearly meant to taunt him as she appeared from behind the tall shelf of books and periodicals to his right. It was a warm spring day and she was taking advantage of the warm weather by wearing a black camisole and a lovely sage green patterned sun skirt. Her hair was down and as she walked purposely towards him, the sun hit her golden brown hair illuminating her in a way that took his breath away. God, she is beautiful he thought.

Finding his voice Jeremy replied, "Well, I was getting some work done, but it's hard to do with all these interruptions." He gestured towards her and the rest of the unoccupied third floor shaking his head and trying his best to pretend he was disgusted.

"Well, I guess this is the last time I'll stop to visit you," Beth teased him back, closing the gap between him for a wet kiss on his lips. She smelt amazing and her lips were soft and moist. He couldn't help remembering just yesterday when he'd felt those soft wet lips part over his cock, while her tongue rolled round his head and her hand worked his shaft, leaving him dizzy with pleasure. 

They were in her suite in one of the college's on campus dorms channel surfing the television in her suite's common area. Beth's suitemates had just left to get dinner at the dining hall. They invited them to join them, but Beth and he had already planned to visit the pizzeria around the corner from campus. As soon as they were out the door, Beth hopped off the couch and headed for the door. Perplexed by her quick departure from the couch, he couldn't help but ask her, "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere" she replied checking to make sure the door locked. "Take off your pants. We never have the whole place to ourselves and you're wasting time." He looked at her skeptically for a split second before things fell into place for him. "You know we don't have much time. Get over here!" she jokingly commanded heading into her room. "Do you want a blowjob or not!"

"Well all right then; I reckon I would love me a good, blow, jay" Jeremy said doing his best to imitate Clint Eastwood as they were watching one of his westerns for a while when they were channel surfing. Standing up to drop his pants, he kicked them off and hastily headed towards her room of the suite. 

When he entered her room, he caught Beth stepping out of her jeans, now wearing only a pair of black bikini panties with little pink roses on them and an aquamarine bra. As he approached her, she reached out and spun him so his back was to the bed, pushing him down and quickly climbing up his body to straddle him. She dipped to kiss him passionately and ground her crotch against his rapidly growing hard-on. Her hands trailed down his body as she probed his mouth with her tongue. Finding his hardness, she gently, teasingly, slid her hand up and down the shaft. 

His hands massaged her pert palm sized breasts before making the inevitable move to her round full ass. He loved her ass and found it hard to keep his hands off it, even when they were in public. It drew him towards her like a magnet and she, well aware of how it captivated him, found ways to flaunt and tease him with it whenever possible. This was no exception and after allowing him to grope her bottom briefly, Beth spun around presenting her panty clad ass on his chest allowing him a much closer inspection. 

As if this wasn't enough, her hand momentarily halted its slow jerking on his cock only to be replaced by her warm wet mouth. Taken by surprise, by the change in sensation he groaned. She took him as deep as she could, holding the base of his cock while cupping his balls and sucking him, running her tongue over his sensitive head as she slowly moved up and down. 

Changing up her rhythm, Beth was now massaging his balls with one hand and began to employ the other hand to jerk him while she sucked. She twirled her hand on the tip of his cock each time she rose, before settling her hot mouth back down, and sliding her hand down to the base. The sweet suction and gradually increasing pace of her manipulations, guaranteed that Jeremy wouldn't and couldn't last much longer. 

Beth's ass was moving and shaking directly in front of him as she worked his cock, his hands were on her ass exploring the curves and occasionally dipping between the cheeks to run up and down the rapidly growing wet spot on her black cotton panties. The combination of her sweet mouth on him and the visual display set before him were bringing him very close. As if sensing this, Beth let his cock pop out of her mouth continuing to jerk it and begged him "Jeremy cum for me, I want you to cum in my mouth." She resumed her previous actions and Jeremy knew he was going to explode in her tender mouth any second now. There was something about hearing a girl ask you to cum. Even if he was nowhere near ready to pop, hearing Beth tell him to "cum for her" always brought his impending orgasm much, much, closer.

He frantically began rubbing her pussy more firmly, occasionally pushing and prodding her underwear into her sopping wet cunt. On the edge of his orgasm, he pulled her panties to the side quickly, plunging his index and middle fingers into her yearning quim. Overloaded with pleasurable sensations, his stomach muscles began to tense, his head rising uncontrollably up off the pillows, coming ever closer to her delectable bottom. 

The last thing he remembered, before succumbing to the sheer delight he was feeling, was how he could smell her. Her delectable, dripping, scent wafting from between her legs and making his head buzz. His eyes closed as he felt his cock convulsing in Beth's talented mouth. Jeremy felt that familiar delicious draining sensation as he emptied his balls into her eager mouth and she swallowed his cum, continuing to lap her tongue on the sensitive underside of his pulsating penis. Opening his eyes, he watched as Beth spun her body off him, a big smile on her face, clearly pleased with the end result of her efforts. She nestled her body to his and kissed him on the cheek as he bathed in the afterglow of his orgasm. 

His mind returning to their oral escapade from yesterday, Jeremy slipped his tongue into Beth's mouth and slid his hands up her smooth calf, continuing past her skirt and inching up her thigh to the point that inevitably captivated his attention. Rubbing her through her panties, she let him have his fun for a brief and fleeting moment, before pushing his arm and pulling herself away from his eager hand.

"Oh, no you don't. You have work to do mister," Beth scolded playfully. She had moved away, but bent towards him now for another kiss. 

"Well, if you hadn't shown up, I probably would have been done by now," he said exaggerating. "How am I supposed to get work done with this" he said gesturing to his clearly visible erection straining against the denim of his pants. 

"That's not my fault. It's not my fault you can't control yourself around me," she teased. Her face was a little red and he noticed her glancing at his erection clearly pleased by the effect she was having on him. She loved to tease him, and he had to admit he loved her for it. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that for you later," she said winking at him and pulling away from him with the clear intention of leaving him to his work.

"Why not here and now?" he inquired jokingly, never in his wildest dreams expecting anything to come from it. 

"No way! Are you crazy? Anybody could just walk up here," Beth said looking around nervously. She walked away from him around the two large bookcases that isolated this area of the sitting area where he was working from the rest of the library. Jeremy thought she was leaving him to his work, but fortunately for him, he was wrong.

Just when he thought Beth had left for good she emerged from around the bookcase to his left. "Hey, I thought you left," he said surprised by her reappearance. 

"You were right, there's no one up here," she said walking toward him with a smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes.

"Well it is a Friday afternoon, it's not like most people are thinking about getting their work done now. Plus, no one ever comes up here. It's like my own private place to work."

Beth walked over to him, took his laptop out of his hands and placed it on the seat of the chair next to him. She knelt down pushing his knees apart and reached for his zipper. Jeremy couldn't believe what was happening. "Beth, are you sure you want to do this?" She answered him by releasing his straining erection from his boxers and gently running her tongue from the base of his penis to the head. Her warm, wet, tongue twirled momentarily on the head before taking him deep into her willing mouth.

Beth knew what she was doing and in a few minutes, Jeremy was lying back with his head resting on the chair watching her as she worked his cock in and out her mouth. Beth was excited. She had never done anything remotely like this before and the fear of getting caught was a major turn on. Jeremy was very hard and stiff in her mouth. She could taste the slight bitterness of pre-cum slowly dripping from his tip. She took her mouth off of his cock and pressed her tongue flat on the underside of his dick gently licking him. He groaned "That feels so good" locking eyes with her. She rewarded him by sucking and kissing firmer on his underside before taking him as deep as she could. 

Beth was quite turned on by now and surprised herself by upping the ante. As she continued to suck him, she reached beneath her skirt to pull off her panties, crumpling them into a ball and placing them in Jeremy's right hand. At first, Jeremy had no idea what she put in his hand. He was so focused on the pleasure he was feeling that it took things a moment to click. He looked at the ball of red fabric in his hands and she watched the expression on his face as it morphed from confusion to realization. He smiled at her, clearly surprised by her brazenness. 

That's right Jeremy, I just gave you my panties, she thought. "Thought you could hold onto those for me for a while," she said stopping her oral ministrations briefly. He started to say something, but trailed off as she resumed her work. She wanted him nice and wet. She began to use her hand and let more saliva spill from her mouth, bathing his cock in her slippery spit. She let his cock pop out of her mouth and got up off the floor. Jeremy looked scared that she was going to leave him in his current state of arousal, but before he could complain, she turned around lifted her skirt and guided him into her wet pussy with one hand. 

His well lubed cock slipped effortlessly inside her and they both gasped as he filled her to the hilt. "Oh, shit Beth," Jeremy groaned. She began to thrust and grind her ass on him, but turned to put a finger to her mouth indicating the need for them to be quiet. She felt his hands grab her hips as she swirled her pussy round and round on him. His left hand groped her breasts while his right hand raised the front of her skirt, finding its way to her clit, causing her to sigh. Between the heightened arousal from having sex in a public place, his dick filling her aching pussy, and his hand on her clit, she was in heaven.

She was moving faster now. Bucking her hips wildly, she was rising off his cock and slamming down hard, taking it to the balls. Oh god did he feel good she thought as she heard Jeremy warn her that he was getting close.

"So am I," she replied feeling him thrusting underneath her with a greater sense of urgency. She was so close. She could feel the tension building in her and her body was begging for release. Then all of the sudden, she thought she heard something and lost her focus. Her movements became awkward as she slowed down, straining her ears to hear if someone was indeed coming or if her ears were just playing tricks on her. Jeremy was still pounding away at her pussy and he looked like he was going to cum any minute now. 

"So where is the party going to be?" Beth heard a female voice ask, coming presumably out of the elevator on to the third floor, the floor they were currently having sex on. "Really, I think he's cute. Anyway, I'll call you later. I'm at the library and I need to get some stupid journal for class." The female voice said, increasing in volume as she rapidly headed towards them. 

"Shit! We have to stop. There's someone coming!" Beth said frantically quickly losing any chance she had of having an orgasm. Beth quickly removed his hand from beneath her skirt and pulled the skirt down making sure she was covered. 

"Huh? What? What do you mean?" Jeremy asked mumbling. Dazed with pleasure, he was in no condition to rationally address the situation. Despite her obvious concern, he was now holding onto her hips continuing to thrust into her mercilessly. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum" Jeremy moaned only getting part of what he said out as Beth hurriedly covered his mouth with her hand to silence him. 

"Shut up! I do not want to get caught like this right now!" she whispered. As she looked at Jeremy for a sign of understanding, his eyes closed and she felt him thrust a couple of more times involuntarily as he came inside her. "No Jeremy. Not now!" She whimpered, but it was too late. She could already feel his warm cum beginning to leak slowly out of her pussy. She was about to get off him when the female voice, along with the body it belonged to, rounded the corner of a bookshelf far too close to them for her comfort.

Beth had just stood up to get off Jeremy's still semi-hard cock when the female student emerged from around the bookshelves directly in front of them. Acting quickly, Jeremy sat up shocked to see they truly weren't alone and Beth grabbed the laptop from the seat next to them. Knowing there wasn't enough time for both of them to cover up if she got off of him; Beth adjusted her skirt to cover his unbuttoned pants and pretended to be sitting on his lap helping him with his work. 

"So if you finish up this slide over here and move this one over here, your presentation might flow a little better," Beth said pretending to be working with him as the girl walked by glancing at them for a moment, before examining some of the journals in the bookcase directly in front of where she was squatting over him. 

Jeremy was confused for a second before realizing Beth's true intentions. "Yeah, I guess you're right. If I moved those slides and added some new information in the other section, it would definitely flow better," he joined in playing along. The girl was still browsing and didn't show any signs of leaving anytime soon. 

Without a warning, Jeremy felt himself becoming involuntarily aroused by the whole situation before him. Beth was sitting on his lap with his rapidly returning erection still inside her warm moist pussy. He had just cum inside his girlfriend during a completely unexpected, torrid, public sex escapade. As if that wasn't enough, before they finished, a perfect stranger had entered and was now in front of them completely unaware of what they were doing. All in all, he wondered if Beth would blame him for being a little turned on by it. He wondered how long it would take before she noticed and how she would react. 

Although he did his best to try to calm himself down, it wasn't helping having her sitting on top of him nervously shifting her weight each time she tried to make sure they were both covered. His efforts were ineffective and when the girl moved further away from them towards the end of the bookshelf in front of them, Beth turned with a horrified look in her eyes. "Are you kidding me! I cannot believe you are getting hard right now." She half mouthed and half whispered the words.

Thankfully, the girl browsing seemed to find what she was looking for or at least decided it wasn't in their immediate vicinity, and she left the sitting area seemingly unaware of what had transpired between them. Beth rose up, pulling herself off of Jeremy's fully returned erection. She could feel his spent seed running down her inner thighs. Adjusting her skirt, she turned to face him visibly upset by his inability to control his lust. Before she had the chance to lash out at him, Jeremy apologized.




Caught in the Act



"Beth I'm really sorry I didn't mean for that to happen. Seriously, I know it wasn't a good time for that to happen," he said clearly worried about how she was going to react.

Seeing him struggling to fit his slowly dissipating boner into his boxers and than his jeans as he tried to walk towards her, she couldn't help but laugh. His jeans were on now, but with a clearly noticeable bulge in the front. "I know you didn't do it purposely. I was just really scared we were going to get caught. I am not really angry, maybe just a little disappointed that we got interrupted."

Jeremy moved towards her wrapping his arms around her from behind and grinding his bulge against her bottom saying "We could continue if you want. It's not fair that you didn't get off too," he said grinning. 

"No way! I think I've had enough excitement for one day," Beth said pulling away from him. "Plus, you have to get your work done if we want to have any fun this weekend."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but you have to admit that was really hot," Jeremy said shaking his head clearly not done thinking about their latest coupling. 

"I'd better get going, the last thing you need is more distractions," she said grabbing her wadded up panties up off the chair and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Good luck with your work. And yes, I thought that was really, really, hot," she said bringing her mouth close to his ear to whisper, briefly nibbling on his ear lobe as she did. She walked away from him glancing over her shoulder to see Jeremy with a startled look on his face as she left. He began to say something to her, but she kept moving, heading towards the elevator. 

Before pushing the elevator call button, Beth realized she needed to do something about the wetness that was slowly threatening to run down her thighs. Using her panties, she gently wiped and padded her pussy, mopping up Ezra's cum, there was more than she expected. Running the soft fabric of her panties over her pussy reminded her of how aroused she was just moments before. 

Jeremy rarely left her hanging when it came to orgasms and her body wasn't used to it. Her body still craved release. It would be hours before she would get the chance to see Jeremy again and she knew that after their episode in the library, she was going to need to take matters into her own hands quite literally. She pushed the elevator call button before balling up her cum soaked panties and placing them in her purse.

She hurried across campus and back to her dorm hoping her suitemates would be gone so she could finish what Jeremy started. Arriving at the door to her suite, Beth opened the door and was sorely disappointed to find two of her suitemates sitting in their common area watching a movie. Single and bordering on boy-crazy, Amanda and Shannon paused the film immediately after she came in; eager to give her the update on their latest interactions with various guys they were flirting with. Usually entertained by her suitemates, Beth's craving for sexual satisfaction was far outweighing her desire to hear about their often pathetic, penile pursuits.

Hoping to postpone a long conversation until later, Beth said a brief hello before informing them that she wasn't feeling well and was going to take a nap. Fortunately, she was in luck, her roommate Tara was out so she had their room to herself. She closed the door, locking it quietly to avoid her suitemates suspicions and draped her purse across the back of her computer chair.

Beth's room was small and set up in typical college dorm fashion. The room was pretty much split in two, with Beth's stuff occupying the left half and Tara's on the right. They each had their own bed, desk, and dresser which they pushed against the wall allowing for a small shared space in the middle of the room. Their institutional white concrete walls were decorated with posters and various pictures of Beth and Tara's friends, commemorating their various antics.

Beth allowed herself to fall into her purple down comforter covered bed. At last, she was alone and able to relax, able to release the tension that had continued to build since she first kissed Jeremy in the library, feeling his warm hand rubbing her through her panties. Scooting up the bed so that she was propped up by her pillows, she began trailing her hands over her body. 

She let her hands run up her legs, parting and spreading them for greater access, pulling her skirt up as they moved sensually up her thighs. For a moment, she teased her vulva trailing her fingers across the entire mound of sensitive skin, before using a firmer touch to massage the lips of her pussy. She was still a little wet from before and touching herself she was rapidly getting wetter. 

Dipping her middle finger into her pussy, she let out a burst of air she was unknowingly holding in. Excited by her wetness, she probed with first the one finger, then adding another to stretch and fill her all the more. Pulling her fingers out, she moved them up to her mouth for a taste, before re-lubricating them with her saliva and gently rubbing her awakened clit. 

Finally, she thought, moving her fingers in a circling motion on her clit. Her eyes were closed and she found herself replaying the experience Jeremy and her just shared in the library with one major difference. In the version she was now picturing, there would be no interruptions, nothing to stop them fucking, nothing to stop her orgasm.

She was cupping her hand to her pussy now, raising her hips off the bed, rubbing and humping her clit against her hand. Her left hand worked its way underneath her shirt and under her bra squeezing her soft, supple, breasts. Her body was gradually tensing from the pleasure she was feeling, moving ever closer to the sweet release she so desperately needed. 

Playing with her breasts, Beth pinched and teased her nipples now swollen and hard from her Taking her left hand off her breasts, Beth slid it downward, inserting two fingers into the dripping slit between her legs while continuing her rhythmic manipulation on her clit with her other hand. Overcome by the sensations she was feeling from stimulating herself with both hands, her back arched off the bed and her mouth opened letting out a cry she just barely managed to stifle by pulling her comforter into her mouth to dampen the sound. Her hands were moving faster now, legs shaking as she humped her probing fingers while rapidly flicking her fingers across her clit. 

Her moans muffled by the corner of purple blanket in her mouth, Beth was finally able to let go, letting her orgasm take her over completely. For that brief and all too fleeting time, the only thought she had in her head, the only thing she was capable of focusing on, was the pleasure deliciously thrumming through her body. Beth laid on her bed for a while, waiting for her breathing and heart beat to return to normal. Her right arm and wrist were sore from the frantic motions she made while vigorously rubbing her clit. Completely relaxed and drained from her intense orgasm, it looked like she was going to take a nap after all she thought. Beth pulled the covers on top of her, rolled over, and quickly succumbed to sleep.

When she awoke later it was dusk. Opening the door of her room, Beth noticed that her roommates were gone, probably to get dinner at the campus dining hall. She thought about trying to catch up with them, but then realizing she was alone in her suite for the first time in a long time, she had a better idea. 

She walked purposefully back into her room, opened up the top drawer of her dresser and rifled underneath the tangled mess of multicolored panties to find the object she was looking for. It had been a long time since she had last had an opportunity to use "Big Red" and she was really looking forward to it. Big Red was a large red rabbit vibrator that Jeremy had given her at the end of their junior year. It was a present he hoped would make their time apart more bearable. She hated the present and was pissed that he thought she needed a vibrator in the first place. 

Over the summer, because they lived close to six hours away from each other, Beth and Jeremy were forced to settle for a somewhat less than satisfying long distance relationship punctuated by occasional weekend visits and short vacations spent together. Their only regular means of contact being a series of daily phone calls, Jeremy thought he was providing Beth with a way to relieve the sexual frustration that was extremely hard for him as well. Unfortunately, even with multiple explanations, Beth still seemed a little pissed about it, and Jeremy had come to view Big Red as a major mistake. 

At first, Beth was appalled. She had never owned a vibrator before and thought she would never use it. Up until that point, using her hands was a more than effective means for her to get herself off. The last thing she needed was to have to worry about hiding this large and extremely indiscreet sex toy. Her feelings didn't change until midway through the summer on one adventurous night when she was particularly horny and her fingers alone just weren't doing the trick. 

On that memorable night, she was missing Jeremy terribly. It was late at night and she was in her bedroom at her parents' house and couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about him, how much she loved him, and how much she wished he was here helping her relieve her pent-up sexual needs. She wanted to feel full, like she did when Jeremy buried himself in her, his large balls slammed tight against her asshole. It was the first time she ever even remotely considered using the vibrator. 

Taking Big Red out of his hiding place in her closet, she turned on the lamp beside her bed, bathing the room in a warm incandescence. She lubed his shaft and slipped him into her all too eager pussy. It slid in easily and when it was in as far as it could go, with ears positioned ever so tantalizingly on her clit, she held her breath and pushed the button at its base to turn it on. Within minutes, she had experienced one of the best orgasms she had ever had in her entire life. One night with Big Red was more than enough to convince her that she wouldn't be getting rid of him anytime soon.

The next day she remembered calling Jeremy and thanking him for the present for the first time. He was surprised by her change of heart as she was initially a little disappointed in the gift and was less than subtle in her attempts to let him know. Naturally, he asked her what changed her mind and when she told him she had taken the vibrator out for a test drive the night before, Jeremy demanded details, and they ended up spontaneously having phone sex for the first time. 

Presently, Beth pulled Big Red out from the tangled web of panties in her top drawer. She unscrewed the bottom cap and began inserting the three batteries needed to power what she had come to view as her very own perpetual orgasm machine. Taking off her skirt, Beth laid herself onto her bed, spread her legs and began to tease the already moist opening between her legs with the vibrator's pliant silicone tip. She spread her lips wide with her left hand allowing the red rubber phallus to slip its tip into her further, gently coating it with her wetness before inching it in any further. Teasingly, she repeated this process until at last her pussy swallowed it whole, leaving the rabbit's ears poised for attack on her already excited clit. 

Turning it's vibration on low, she grabbed hold of it, using the base to swirl the toy inside her, stirring, as her pussy gripped its girth tight. The sudden jolt of vibration made her groan and she relished in the fact that she was alone in her suite and could be as loud as she wanted. The rabbit's ears were fluttering and thrumming on her clit stimulating her with a persistence Jeremy could never match. Feeling good, but craving more, Beth increased the vibration and turned on the swirling function which promptly elicited an appreciative "oh fuck" from her mouth now open in an obvious expression of pleasure. 

Jeremy was a good, probably even a great lover and was certainly the best she ever had, but Big Red's combination of swirling and constant vibration was something that a regular run of the mill penis just couldn't do. Beth knew deep down that this was why women swore by these rabbit vibes. She was feeling absolutely sublime. Her pussy was being massaged inside and out by the sensuously swirling shaft, her engorged clit was throbbing under the rabbit ears merciless attack. Raising her head off the pillows, she watched as if mesmerized, as she pulled the vibe out until just the tip was tickling her dripping cunt, teasing her outer lips before plunging it back in all the way. She continued in this manner for awhile exciting herself more and more, bringing her inevitable release closer and closer. 

Jeremy had gotten more work done then he ever would have expected after his amorous encounter with Beth in the library earlier. Staying focused was not easy. He frequently experienced bouts of distraction with his mind consistently choosing to review the incredibly steamy sequence of events of earlier this afternoon, instead of focusing on the monotonous work his presentation demanded. Even with regular struggles to stay on task, Jeremy was close to finished. He still needed to check some of his research citations and proofread everything over once again, but he was satisfied with the amount of work he completed and was looking forward to having some fun this weekend.

Jeremy closed his laptop, stuffed it into his olive canvas messenger bag, threw the bag over his shoulder, and headed out of the library. Midway across campus he was getting out his phone to call Beth when he ran into her roommate Tara and a guy named Seth. According to Beth, Tara was really interested in Seth, but as far as he knew, they were still just in that awkward friend stage where it wasn't clear if anything further would happen. 

"Hey, Jeremy! This is Seth. We're in the same communications class," Tara said perhaps a little too enthusiastically. She was clearly not herself around this guy Jeremy thought.

"Tara, what's going on? Nice to meet you Seth." Jeremy said shaking hands with Seth. "So what are you two up to this evening?" he asked resulting in a crimson blush from Tara. 

"Well I was just about to see if Tara wanted to grab some dinner with me and maybe hit up a movie after?" Seth replied shocking Tara and making her face turn even redder. "I mean if you're not doing anything," he inquired awkwardly. 

"No, that sounds awesome. I'm definitely free." Tara replied forgetting Jeremy was even there for a moment as she smiled at Seth.

"Tara, since it looks like you're heading out, is there any way I could borrow your keys to the suite? I'm heading over there now and it would be cool to surprise her." Jeremy asked instantly pulling Tara out of the daze she was in from Seth asking her out. Tara gave him the keys and he said goodbye leaving the two budding lovebirds to continue their conversation, firming up their plans for the evening. When he got to Beth's dorm, he ran into her suitemates Amanda and Shannon.

Apparently they were just returning from the dining hall and planned to spend their evening watching a bunch of what Jeremy deemed horrible chick flicks. "What are you and Beth doing tonight?" Shannon asked. 

"Yeah, you guys can watch movies with us if you want," Amanda said teasingly. "I know you'll love the movies we picked out Jeremy."

"I think we are going to go out somewhere, but we'll keep you posted," Jeremy said with a smile as he headed up the stairs with them to their suite. Amanda opened the door and both girls headed to their room of the suite. Jeremy walked up to Beth's door, and quietly as possible turned Tara's key in the lock wanting to take Beth completely by surprise. He opened the door slowly thinking that he would sneak up on her and scare her. Peeking in with the door cracked, that plan quickly evaporated. Opening the door a little further, Jeremy couldn't believe his eyes. 

Beth was on her bed with her head back and eyes closed. Her mouth was open, but she appeared to be biting down on her blanket through which he could still hear her faint moaning. She was completely naked from the waist down and her legs were spread wide giving him an ample view of her smoothly shaved pussy. Her pussy lips were spread wide over the large red dildo he had given her as a present before school let out last summer. He watched transfixed as she worked the red phallus in and out of her dripping cunt while the rabbit ears on the vibrator flicked and tickled her clit to her obvious pleasure. 

Suddenly, he heard Amanda and Shannon coming back into the common area. Jeremy, reacting quickly slipped into Beth's room shutting the door as fast and quietly as he could. If Beth heard anything, she was in no position to respond. She continued with her manipulations showing no recognition of his presence in her room. He recognized the look on her face. He had seen it enough to know that Beth was definitely in the midst of an orgasm and a good one by the looks of it. Her hips were rising off the bed and humping the vibrator, which her pussy had swallowed whole, as she ground the vibrating rabbit ears into her clit. 

She was moaning louder now and the blanket was doing little to hide her gasps of pleasure. Her head rose off the pillow and Jeremy could see her entire body tense as her orgasm ripped through her. Her toes curled into her bedding and she let out a burst of air as if the wind had been knocked out of her. "Fuck..." she grunted trailing off. With eyes still closed, Beth shut the vibrator off leaving it motionless in her pussy. Jeremy watched as her body relaxed. Toes unclenched, releasing their grasp on the blankets they just moments ago held so tightly. Her head dropped back to her pillow and her legs were now flat on her bed. Her chest was still rising and falling noticeably, but her breathing was beginning to return to normal.

Jeremy was amazed. Seeing Beth like this was too good to be true. His cock was throbbing in his pants and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt in her soaking pussy right there and then. He began to approach her then thought better of it, trying to figure out the best way to let her know he was there, had been there, and was watching her. 

"Beth, I came by to surprise you. Tara gave me her key to your room." Beth eyes shot open and she sat up quickly covering herself with nearby bedding.

"What the fuck? How long have you been here?" 

"I just came in a few minutes ago. You didn't hear me. You were busy." Jeremy said smiling. 

"You scared me," Beth said recovering a little "I had no idea you were there." Her face was flushed from her orgasm and Jeremy thought that as flustered and disheveled as she was right now, she looked beautiful.

"Well that wasn't my intention. I wanted to surprise you, but I came up with Amanda and Shannon and I just opened the door and saw what you were doing when they came into the room. It was either come in quickly or take the chance that they see what you were doing in here. I thought you'd prefer me in here, rather than them seeing you like that." 

"Yeah, that would not have been good. I probably would never live that down."

Jeremy walked towards her and laid down beside her on her bed. Beth shifted to make room for him and lifted her head to allow him to put his arm around her. "I got to tell you, I am glad I came in when I did," Jeremy said giving her a short sweet kiss on her lips. "Seeing you masturbate like that was so hot I thought I was going to cum in my pants just from watching you."

"Oh really," Beth said reaching down the front of his pants to confirm his excitement. He was very hard and she quickly unbuckled his belt and the button of his pants before unzipping them and freeing his straining erection. She smiled when he groaned as she ran her hands over him stroking up and down as she smiled and kissed him. 




Caught in the Act



"I always wondered what you looked like when you used Big Red. It looked like you were really enjoying yourself."

"Well Jeremy it definitely rubs me the right way." Beth said continuing to pump her hand slowly up and down his shaft.

"Kind of like you're rubbing me the right way now," Jeremy said clearly enjoying the feel of her hand. Beth laughed a little, slid down his body and with a dip of her head took him in her warm inviting mouth. She held him with her left hand covering and massaging his balls with her fingers while she began to slide his cock gently across her parted wet lips. She sucked gently as she continued to fuck him with her lips and tongue, her soft lips sending waves of pleasure through the sensitive underside of his penis. 

Loving his hardness in her mouth, Beth wanted to make him cum. She loved giving Jeremy blowjobs. She loved watching him writhe with pleasure as she sucked and teased his orgasm from him. She loved to feel his warm cum shooting into her mouth and the look of surprise on his face when he watched her swallow it up. With her left hand still cupping and kneading his balls, Beth took his cock into her mouth as far as she could. She swirled her tongue round his head and sloppily let her slippery saliva slide down the shaft, before using her other hand to pump him in time with her bobbing head.

Beth was swirling her hand each time her mouth rose up on his cock and the sensation was incredible. Jeremy knew he couldn't take much more of this. Gently, pulling her up and away from his cock, he filled her mouth with his tongue in a passionate kiss. His hands slipped down her body to her ass spreading and squeezing the roundness of her ass before reaching further to part her legs and sink his fingers into her moist wetness. His tongue still probing her sweet mouth, he lifted her left leg and carefully rolled out from underneath her, leaving her kneeling on the bed. 

Beth looked confused, but before she could turn over and lie on her back, he quickly grabbed a hold of her hips pulling her so that she was sideways on the bed her head facing the wall and her mouth-watering ass facing him. Still holding onto her, not wanting to lose this opportunity, Jeremy spread her legs and forced her head and upper body down into the bed. "Hey, what are you doing?" Beth asked concern creeping into her voice. Jeremy knew this was the result of him being a little rougher than usual, but ignored her question. 

He had wanted to do this for awhile and his desire and arousal was getting the better of him. Beth was raising her head off the bed and looked like she was about to voice some sort of complaint when he took her completely by surprise. With her ass raised off the bed and completely exposed, Jeremy attacked her pussy from behind eliciting a cry of both surprise and delight from Beth. Beth's head fell back to the bed and she was clearly enjoying his wet tongue lapping up and down her slit. He teased her for a moment, avoiding her clit completely, and pushing the tip of his tongue inside her. 

He didn't know if it was that she liked the sensation of his tongue probing inside her or if she just missed his tongue on her clit, but this seemed to drive her crazy. Dipping his head lower, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass spreading them wide and buried his face in her pussy sucking eagerly on her aroused clit. Suctioning his lips around her clit, he allowed his mouth to fill with saliva and began gently tonguing the sensitive hood of her clit working his way from one side to the other in a motion not unlike a windshield wiper. She seemed to appreciate this, but he knew she really wanted more direct stimulation when she began moving her ass slightly as if to redirect his attentions elsewhere. 

Using his lips, he trapped her clit sucking hard to pull more blood into it, before beginning to repetitively run his tongue up and down Beth's clit in a constant rhythm. This was the motion she generally liked when she wanted to cum. She was dripping wet now and her juices gradually dribbled from her pussy onto his face and chin. Jeremy dipped his middle finger into her pussy, wetting it in her slippery secretions before adding his index finger to fill her hungry pussy all the more. He pushed down firmly feeling the raised textured tissue of her G-Spot and began massaging it while increasing the speed and pressure of his tongue on Beth's clit. 

She was breathing in gasps now and moaning uncontrollably. Jeremy was glad he could hear Amanda and Shannon watching one of their movies in the common area because Beth was definitely making more noise than usual. Beth was spreading her legs wider and humping her pussy into his flicking tongue and fingers. His arm was tight from fingering her and putting constant pressure on her G-spot, but he ignored his discomfort continuing to stroke and massage the front wall of her pussy. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm going to cum!" Beth cried out her body tensing. Jeremy continued fingering her and running his tongue up and down her clit, feeling her pussy clenching rhythmically on his hand. He loved to feel her contracting on his fingers. Beth's face was flushed bright red, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, still breathing heavily after her presumably intense orgasm.

When she opened her eyes she was smiling. "Jeremy, that was awesome. That felt so good. How come we have never done it like that before?" 

"I don't know, but I definitely enjoyed the view doing it this way." Jeremy said rubbing her back. Beth relaxed a little and allowed her thighs to rest against the calves of her legs remaining in a position similar to the yoga position known as Child's Pose. Jeremy began to massage her bringing appreciative sighs forth from Beth at somewhat regular intervals. 

After massaging her for a while, his hands ventured back down between her legs to her still very wet pussy and chanced a brief caress. When Beth didn't tense up or seem agitated by his refocused attention on her genitals, Jeremy took this as a sign to proceed with his gentle fondling. When he lightly ran his finger over her clit, Beth gasped a little and it was clear she was ready for more.

Jeremy was about to go down on her again giving her a repeat performance, when he noticed Big Red laying on the bed easily within reach. Picking it up, he tickled her running it down the crack of her ass. "So, you really like this thing huh?" He asked her rubbing it gently between her legs up one thigh and then the other before gliding it over her wet lips and gently sliding along her clit. 

"Well that's no secret now that you caught me with it earlier." Beth said with a lusty look in her eyes. "Put it down, I want to feel you inside of me."

"I don't know I think this might be interesting," Jeremy said turning the vibration on low and brushing the tip of the vibrator around the outer lips of her pussy, teasing her. Beth was about to offer further objections when Jeremy relocated the vibrating tip to the hood of her clit instantly silencing any protests. Jeremy was surprised how much he liked being in control of the vibrator. He was surprised by how much he enjoyed Beth's obvious pleasure from it. Beth was staring at him looking incredibly sexy as she wiggled her ass appreciatively at his teasing with Big Red. 

"You can put it in if you want," Beth said in an almost pleading voice. Her ass was raised in the air again and she reached back to spread the lips of her pussy. He slowly inched the shaft into her pussy. It slipped easily in through her wetness until it was in as far as it could go. He directed the rabbit's ears at her clit and increased the vibrations. Beth moaned "Ooh, that feels so good," as he began thrusting the vibrator slowly in and out of her pussy adding to the already pleasurable sensations she was feeling. 

It was around this point that Jeremy noticed the other button on the base of Big Red. Curious about its function, he pushed it and heard Beth groan in approval as the vibrator began to swirl inside her while still tickling her sensitive clit, massaging her sweet pussy inside and out. Beth was moving her hips trying to fuck the vibrator in his hand, meeting his thrusts. Seeing Beth's pussy stretched over the large red rubber phallus, her lips holding it snuggly as he moved in and out of her soaking snatch, was a tremendous turn on for Jeremy. 

Uncomfortably aware of his throbbing erection straining against the confines of his jeans, Jeremy tried to adjust himself with one hand while continuing his thrusting and grinding with the vibrator with the other. Unable to manipulate himself into a more comfortable position, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulled them down and pulled his rigid cock out, freeing it from the prison of his pants. His free hand instinctively moved to his swollen cock and began stroking, pumping, his balls already filled with a deep need, aching for release.

Jeremy watched Beth's hungry pussy eagerly swallow the vibrator each time he pushed it into her dripping slit. His hand holding the vibrator was wet from her juices and he switched hands to use some of her wetness to lube his hardness. His hand now gliding smoothly up and down his shaft, Jeremy was getting closer and closer to orgasm with each pump of his fist.

Beth looked so hot. Her eyes were closed tight now, her mouth open releasing a stream of moans, groans, and sighs. Without words, her body was begging him to continue, begging him for release, begging for her orgasm. She was rocking and gyrating her ass back and forth, involuntarily trying to take Big Red deeper, farther into her yearning cunt. Feeling his own orgasm closing in fast, Jeremy buried the vibrator in her pussy to the hilt applying pressure on the rabbit ear's which were frantically titillating her clit.

"Fuck me Jeremy. Keep fucking me." Beth demanded moaning through clenched teeth. "Ooh, I'm getting close now."

"Beth, you look so fucking hot right now. I could cum just watching you." Jeremy said this as he continued to excite her with the sex toy. 

Suddenly, Beth cried out something unintelligible, her head lifted off the bed eyes opened wide looking almost scared by the sensations of pleasure she was experiencing. Her back arched and her whole body tightened noticeable for a moment before shuddering uncontrollably. Jeremy watched mesmerized as her ass and pussy clenched rhythmically as her orgasm ripped through her. Beth's legs gave out and she collapsed flat on the bed with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. 

Jeremy was still hard at work, jerking away on his cock. Forcing it through his tight fist, he pumped himself faster and faster, seeking a release of his own. Seeing Beth collapsing on the bed in what looked to him like sheer ecstasy, Jeremy felt the quick hot rush of pleasure as he came, shooting a long rope of cum up her back before coaxing the rest of his dripping load onto her ass. Beth moaned her approval feeling his warm cum spurt across her body, still woozy, basking in the delightful aftershocks of her orgasm.

Beth felt Jeremy climb into be next to her spooning his body against hers. "Oh my gosh, I came so hard and now I'm so sleepy." Beth said half opening her eyes and to look at Jeremy. 

"Well now you know what it's like for me when we have sex." Jeremy said laughing. He wrapped his arms around her and dipped his head to kiss her. "I could use a nap too, but we better clean up a little in here first. We don't know when Tara will be back from her date." 

"Good point, we probably should," Beth said but made no effort to move. Her eyes were closed and when Jeremy got up she shifted into a fetal position on the bed with her head on the pillow. There was no way she was going to help him. Not wanting to disturb her, he put the vibrator away, out of site in her drawer, and picked up their discarded articles of clothing. He put his pants back on before gently sliding Beth's skirt back up her legs. Beth stirred but didn't wake and Jeremy cuddled up next to her and quickly fell asleep. 

They awoke abruptly to the sound of Tara opening up the door to her and Beth's room. Beth disoriented for a second, sat up quickly unaware that Jeremy had dressed her, and scanned the room for clues that might tip Tara off about their activities this evening. Tara entered the room putting her purse on one of the hooks on her closet door.

"Seth took me out tonight! It was our first real date and he was so cute." Tara said excitedly.

"Awe, that's great Tara, I'm glad you two had fun." Beth replied her posture relaxing a little when she realized that Jeremy had put Big Red away.

"What are you guys up to tonight?" Tara asked entering the room further to sit on her computer chair. She sat down and began to check her email.

"Not much, just hanging out," Beth replied.

"Yeah, we were just talking about what we felt like doing tonight," Jeremy said winking at Beth much to her displeasure.

Tara wrinkled her nose sniffing a little. "Never mind, I know what you two have been doing. Next time you should open a window or something." 

"What? What are you talking about?" Beth asked nervously.

"Come on guys, this whole room smells like hot sex." Tara said looking at Beth out of the corner of her eyes.

Beth thought about lying or making up some sort of excuse, but realized quickly that they were good and caught. "Sorry, I guess we got kind of carried away," Beth apologized. To her surprise, Tara was already over it and was ready to give Beth the play-by-play analysis of her date with Seth, leaving Jeremy's mind to wander, revisiting the sultry moments he and Beth shared prior to Tara's arrival.



Caught in the Act



Heather Collins was furious. She was sure her husband Scott was having an affair with his secretary Marcy. Oh sure, the young redhead tried to hide her voluptuous figure and sexy allure behind conservative dress and professional manor. But Heather knew better.

She and Scott had been married happily for five years, but the very day Marcy was hired, she had a feeling about the girl. For the first few days after the redhead showed up, all Heather could think about was her husband screwing his new employee.

At first she pushed such thoughts aside, absolutely sure that her husband would be faithful. But as the months dragged on, the more she saw Marcy, the more she doubted Scott's ability to resist her.

The last straw came at the beginning of the week. Scott had called and said he'd be working late that night. When he finally got home later that evening he seemed exhausted and went straight to bed.

When she asked him what was going on, he claimed he was working on a huge project for his firm and that he'd probably be working late for the rest of the week. Sure enough, the next two nights he stayed at work well past 9pm.

The extra time alone had not been good for Heather. She'd tried to distract herself with chores, but the whole time all she could imagine was Marcy bent over her husband's desk, getting rammed from behind. Or Marcy giving Scott a blowjob while he sat in his chair. Or Scott banging the gorgeous redhead against the office door.

Desperate, Heather went out drinking with her friends. Those closest to her and Scott told her she was overreacting, that she should trust her husband. But every time she heard their advice, Heather would think of her man fucking his secretary.

When Scott got home that night he found a very angry and very drunk wife waiting for him. 

"'Bout time you showed up," she slurred.

"I'm sorry honey, but you know I'm working on this huge project."

"Sure, sure. You must love your job more than me."

"You know that's not true. Come on, lets get you to bed and you can sleep off all that alcohol."

She reluctantly agreed. When they reached the bedroom, Heather pulled Scott close and kissed him hard. A depressing (and very booze influenced) thought came to her that this might be the last time she ever kissed him.

Then she passed out.

The next morning over breakfast, Heather sheepishly apologized for her behavior the night before.

"I know you don't love your work more than me. I just... I guess I'm just feeling lonely."

Scott took her hand and squeezed it affectionately. "Tell you what. When this project is finished, how about I take some time off and we go somewhere, just the two of us?"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. How about... Aruba? You've always wanted to go."

"Oh darling, that'd be great." She kissed him passionately.

"Alright. I'll have Marcy order the tickets today. See you tonight." He pecked her on the cheek and left.

Marcy. Heather's elation at getting away with her husband was shattered at the sound of that name. For the rest of the day all she could imagine was Scott taking Marcy to Aruba, the slutty redhead wearing nothing but the most scandalous of swimwear over her tight young body.

Her imaginings got worse and worse as the day went on. By late afternoon, she was picturing Scott fucking Marcy for the whole flight to Aruba, then banging her on the beach during the day, then drilling her all night at their hotel.

What Heather hadn't noticed was that she'd begun rubbing herself during her angry visions. Only when she suddenly climaxed during a particularly erotic fantasy did she realize how aroused she'd become.

After coming down from her orgasm, she burst into tears. She was distraught at how little she trusted her husband, enraged that she was still certain he was cheating on her, and ashamed at how she'd just gotten off on it.

A few minutes later she composed herself enough to decide she needed to talk to her husband, now. She got in her car, determined to find out for herself once and for all whether he was cheating on her.

At first she was confident, even a little glad that she was finally taking action. But as she got closer to Scott's office, doubt and fear began creeping back in. Fresh thoughts of how her husband must have given in to temptation plagued her mind. Paranoia mixed with lust, causing her to no longer think straight.

When she thought of Marcy and those luscious red locks of hers, those sexy smooth legs, those perfect perky tits... how could any man resist that? The closer she got, the more her heart broke as she became more and more certain she'd lost the love of her life.

By the time she got to the elevator, her whole body was shaking. She wasn't sure if she was about to break down crying or fly into a murderous rage, but she knew whatever was coming was going to happen soon.

It was already past normal working hours, so the whole floor was deserted as she stalked her way to her husband's office. All too soon she was standing outside his door. She swallowed hard. He could be fucking her right now. He probably was fucking her right now. Hell, he'd probably been fucking her all week, or maybe since she was hired!

She wrenched open the door and stormed in.

Marcy and Scott looked up, startled.

Scott was behind his desk, hands on his keyboard, papers strewn all about him. Marcy was sitting in a chair across the room from him, her laptop in front of her.

"Heather, what're you doing here?"

"I can't believe this!" Heather yelled, not completely in control of herself anymore. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Heather, please, calm down," Scott soothed.

"Don't tell me to calm down! Do you know what it's been like this entire week, waiting for you to come home, knowing you were here with her?"

Marcy looked between husband and wife, her face scared. "Um, maybe I should leave you two alone," she stammered, quickly trying to exit the room.

But Heather grabbed her and kept her form leaving. "I mean look at her! She's fucking beautiful! How can you actually be working when this slut is right here practically begging you to fuck her?"

"Mrs. Collins, I would never-"

Heather ignored her protests, still clinging to her. "How can you have spent 14 hours a day with her for the past four days and not fucked her? She's so sexy, so soft, so..." 

And then it hit her. For all the times she'd thought about Scott cheating on her, she'd also imagined how sexy Marcy was. The feeling she'd had when they'd first met wasn't jealousy, it was attraction. And now that she was so close to her, close enough to smell her delicious scent, close enough to feel the heat between their bodies, Heather realized her memory hadn't done the redhead justice.

She lunged forward, kissing the startled secretary like a woman possessed. Scott, who had been trying to calm his wife down the whole time, felt his jaw drop. Marcy tried to disengage from her, but found the older woman's release of pent up lust too hard to overcome.

Heather had the sexy redhead pinned against the wall, running her hands all over the secretary's nubile flesh. Her lustful ardor and her roaming caresses combined with all the recent stress from work, overwhelming Marcy's will to resist. 

Soon the younger woman was returning the kiss with equal passion, clutching Heather's head and sliding one of her silky legs up and down her thigh.

Having barely gotten over his initial shock, Scott continued to stare blankly at the Sapphic display in front of him. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of making out, the two women parted lips, panting heavily.

Getting the slightest bit of reason back, Heather knew she should stop, knew her previous fears were unfounded. But as she looked into Marcy's eyes, she could see her own lust being returned. The redhead smiled seductively at her, telling her all she needed to know: she wanted more.

Heather grabbed the secretary's blouse and yanked it open, revealing a sexy black lace bra underneath. With another quick tug, she freed the redhead's luscious tits and began sucking and licking them.

"Oh, yes, Heather, YES! Just like that baby."

Feeding off Marcy's encouragement, Heather redoubled her assault on the hot flesh in front of her. The secretary's moans got louder and louder. 

Dropping to her knees, Heather quickly unzipped and discarded Marcy's skirt. The redhead was wearing matching black lace panties as well as a black garter belt. Impatiently, Heather pushed the silky material aside and plunged her tongue into the secretary's snatch.

Marcy cried out sharply in pleasure, reveling in the talented motions of Heather's tongue. The younger woman had fooled around with other girls a few times during college, but none of those times was nearly as arousing as having her boss's wife eat her out.

Within seconds, the redhead flung her head back and moaned as her orgasm took her. She spasmed for a full minute, enjoying the throes of her climax. The whole time Heather eagerly lapped at her slit, enjoying the sweet taste of her young pussy.

After coming down from her orgasmic high, Marcy slowly slid down the wall to the ground. There she reached for the older woman and gave her a passionate kiss. Their tongues dueled amidst the redhead's delicious nectar, pushing both women's arousal even higher.

Pulling back, Heather gazed at the sexy secretary before her. She chuckled to herself, realizing that she was the one who had broken first and fucked Marcy, not her husband.

Remembering Scott, Heather stood up and pulled her own top off. "Did you enjoy that honey? 'Cause I need your hard cock in me now." She quickly dispatched her pants and sashayed up to her still shell-shocked husband.

She dropped to her knees again and fished out his rock hard dick. "Ohhhhh," Scott moaned as her delicate mouth wrapped around his hardness. The sight of his wife making his secretary cum had been too much, and he unleashed his load within seconds.

Heather dutifully swallowed his sperm, then pulled back and pouted. "That keeps happening today." She looked her husband in the eye and with a seductive voice continued, "I guess I'll have to try harder."

With that she took Scott back into her mouth. She'd given him blowjobs before, but nothing like this. As they'd both gotten older, they'd found it took longer and longer for him to get hard again after cumming once. But now Heather's inspired mouth was bringing him back to full erection in record time.

Once he was rock hard again, Heather climbed up into his lap, sliding her now drenched slit over his engorged cockhead. In a brief tender moment, she whispered, "I love you, Scott," and kissed him lovingly.

Then she slowly lowered herself until he was fully embedded in her. Both husband and wife shuddered in mutual pleasure at their joining. Heather began thrusting herself up and down on her husband's shaft. Scott brought his hands and mouth to just the right spots where he knew she loved to be touched.

Heather clung to him tightly, gasping as she felt him thrusting back against her. She could feel her orgasm building stronger and stronger. It had been growing ever since she'd started fantasizing about her husband fucking his secretary and now it was all going to be released.

She screamed as her climax hit her. Never had she cum so hard. Her whole body shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. With each spasm she could feel Scott's throbbing member deep inside her and the flow of her own juices heralding her orgasm.

Finally her spent body collapsed, cradled gently by her husband. She pulled him in for another tender kiss. 

"I love you Scott."

"I love you Heather."

A sharp twitch deep in her loins alerted her that her husband wasn't done yet. But when he started to slowly thrust into her again, she put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself off him.

He looked at her questioningly, but she merely smiled, then looked over at Marcy. The redhead hadn't moved form her spot on the floor. But now her legs were spread wide and by the look of the large wet spot on the carpet, she'd been fingering herself quite a bit while watching husband and wife fuck each other.

"Sorry, honey," Heather said, her smile widening. "But I came here expecting to see you fucking your secretary. So get to it!" She pulled Marcy to her feet, pulled her close, and kissed her hard. Then she pulled away, swatted her playfully on the butt and took her by the hand over to Scott.

"Uh, are you sure about this? Both of you?" Scott asked, the tiny bit of reason he had left coming to the surface. Neither woman spoke, but instead nodded slowly, their eyes burning with lust.

Heather moved quickly, scooping all the papers on the desk into a pile she put out of harm's way. Scott laid his beautiful secretary down on her back on the newly cleared area. He rubbed his cockhead tantalizingly up and down her slit, causing the redhead to tremble with anticipation.

Marcy sucked in her breath as he entered her. She had had fantasies now and then about Scott fucking her, but they had always been just that. Now as he began slowly thrusting in and out of her, she realized just how much she'd been missing. And she wanted more.

Wrapping her arms around her husband, Heather rested her head against his shoulder and watched as he fucked the young redhead. She enjoyed seeing her take sharp breaths when he thrust in and tremble in ecstasy when he pulled out.

Before long, Scott had sped up into a faster rhythm, Marcy moaning softly with each fucking motion. Feeling his orgasm nearing, he played for time by pulling out, flipping his secretary over and bending her over the desk. 

Heather shivered from her own arousal as she saw one of her many fantasies coming true before her eyes. One of her hands drifted down to rub her pussy and soon her and Marcy's moans were mingling through the air.

Scott, meanwhile, couldn't believe how lucky he was. Not only had he just fucked his very sexy wife, but now he was banging his beautiful secretary too! He was so caught up in the moment he didn't notice when his wife left his side.

Walking around the desk, Heather stood in front of Marcy, drinking in the glorious view of the redhead getting the shit fucked out of her. Their eyes met in a fiery stare and both women reached for the other at the same time.

Marcy's fingers wrapped around Heather's hair, pulling her head tightly against her own. Heather's hands reached around Marcy's back, crushing their breasts together. Every time Scott pounded into his secretary, his wife could feel her nipples digging harder into her flesh.

The two women made out until Marcy suddenly screamed in orgasm. Heather cradled her head against her chest as the redhead rode out her ecstasy. Looking at her husband, she realized that he too was close to release.

Acting quickly, Heather walked back around the desk and pushed Scott back until he pulled completely out of Marcy. The exhausted secretary couldn't keep her feet and slid down to her knees, her arms holding her up on the desk.

Getting to her own knees, Heather helped the redhead turn around so they were both facing Scott's needy erection. Sexily looking up into his eyes, the two women took turns licking and sucking his dick.

Unable to take anymore, Scott groaned and began shooting his load. Heather directed the first spurt onto Marcy's face, then took the next two on her own. The last remaining streams were directed back to the redhead, leaving both women's faces covered with cum.

Scott staggered back to a nearby chair and looked back at Marcy and Heather still on their knees. They both took a finger, scooped some sperm off their face, then sucked on it seductively. To his shock he could feel a slight twitch in his dick. He wasn't nearly ready to go again, but the way those two were acting he wouldn't be surprised if he got up for a third time soon.

Meanwhile, Marcy and Heather began scraping and licking the cum off each other's faces. That quickly led to another passionate kiss, and from the way their mouths were moving, Scott could tell that they were passing his jism back and forth between them.

Finally, both women swallowed, pulled back and smiled at each other.

"So if you don't mind saying," Scott panted. "What the hell was that all about?"

"I'm sorry baby. I just got so carried away thinking you were cheating on me I guess I just lost control." She got up and curled up next to him.

He kissed her forehead. "It's not like I'm mad at the result," he chuckled. Turning to Marcy, he said, "Don't get me wrong, you were a fantastic fuck. But I love my wife and I'd never leave her."

Marcy grinned. "Oh I know you wouldn't. Believe me, I was surprised as either of you at what just happened, but I sure as hell enjoyed it."

"Speaking of which," Scott said, looking down at his wife. "I knew you 'experimented' with other girls back in college, but I didn't know it was that much!"

Heather grinned sheepishly. "It really was only a little fooling around. But Marcy's so sexy I just couldn't resist." She locked eyes with the redhead and they shivered with mutual lust.

"Well I guess it's a good thing we got that trip booked to Aruba." Looking at Marcy, Scott gestured to his desk. "Looks like you could use the vacation." 

Heather smiled up at her husband, then turned to see his secretary walking back with a white envelope. Scott took it, handed it to his wife, then kissed her on the forehead again. 

She opened it up, her smile growing wider when she saw the plane tickets. Then the smile vanished.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

Heather slowly looked up at him, then at Marcy, then back. Then she smiled again. "You're missing the third ticket."

She took Marcy's hand and pulled her in for another hot kiss and Scott knew he'd be ready again soon.



Caught in the Act



(A word of warning before you read this: I write as I speak and think. You may find points in the story where I speak to you, the reader. I hope this doesn't distract, but this is just me! Enjoy.)

You are at my place. Never mind how you got here, go with it.

You are waiting for me to come home, but I called and told you that I'd be late. You have been horny all day. Lately, work has been busy, so I've not paid you the physical attention you need in a day or two.

Thinking to take matters... into your own hands... you decide to take a quick shower. After all, if you're deliciously clean when I get home, perhaps you can greet me at the door and help things get started.

So, you peel your clothes off and chuck them in the hallway intending to pick them up right after the shower. Plenty of time until I come home, after all....

You turn the water on, just as sizzling hot as you like it. You turn both showerheads on. )Yes, I have two showerheads. Crazy!!) You climb in and lather yourself up, skin on fire under the combination of hot water, good soap and a shower scrubby.

The water feels so good on your skin. It is almost as if your skin is soaking up the heat and moisture. You slide your soapy hands around on your breasts, gently pinching both nipples at the same time with your soapy, slick fingers. You can feel yourself getting wet. You feel ... SO naughty for doing it, but you just can't help sliding your hands down your sexy belly and soaping up your pussy. Your eyes roll back. God do you need a dick right now. Stupid work!

You take the showerhead off, the one on the long hose and you begin rinsing yourself. You start with your hair, then down your back and move to your front. The water pulses across your oh so sensitive breasts... you shudder. Your nipples are incredibly sensitive. You nearly come, but stop yourself just short of it.

You shake your head to clear it and being moving the showerhead further down your body, rinsing the suds away. You get to your pussy... feeling deliciously decadent... you turn the shower head on massage and then on yourself... your pussy nearly explodes at the exquisite pleasure from the water.

SUDDENLY, I fling the shower curtain open. Caught, you give me that deer in the headlights caught masturbating when she's under strict orders not to come without her Sir there look. (Dear reader, please read that last part again! Sex should always be mixed with copious amounts of humor. Forgive my warped sense of humor!)

"WHAT are you doing, Pet?" Unable to answer, you just stare at me for a moment.

"I was just washing, Sir" you say.

"Ma'am... it looked like you were doing more than washing to me" I say. "It looked like you were about two seconds from having an orgasm. Am I right?"

You lower your eyes. You nod your head up and down. My eyes flare. You can tell that you're in a bit of hot water. (oh punny!)

"Get out." I say.

You stand, flabbergasted, soap still running down your legs and back.

"GET... OUT." I bark.

You step out, not even bothering to turn the water off.

"So, you need an orgasm so badly, so so badly... you can't wait until I'm home and ask for one? Disobedience is not a beautiful trait, lover" I say.

You stand on the mat; dripping water and a little ashamed of yourself and yet... strangely turned on.

"So you need an orgasm, do you? Well, Lover, let me see if I can help you then. You must be in terrible straights! Need more? Come with me."

I lead you into the living room of my apartment.

"Get on your hands and knees" I say. You comply. You hear me leave the room. You wait, patiently. I walk back in and you hear me drop some items to the floor, but you know to stay as you were instructed.

Suddenly, my hand is on your pussy, fingers probing for your depths. No warning, no warm up, just fingers sliding into your already wet pussy. I finger fuck you, roughly, for a few seconds. You moan and push back against my hand. I withdraw my fingers and push you forward while holding your stomach up.

"Lean forward" Ii tell you. You do and I put my face behind you, sliding my tongue where my fingers just vacated. My tongue slides into your pussy a bit, lapping at the delicious juices. I move my mouth down to your clit and lick it, the staccato rhythm of my tongue driving you over the edge in a fast orgasm.

I slide two fingers back inside of you, pull your clit into my mouth and suck gently, my tongue increasing the beat on your clit. A second orgasm rocks you and your legs shake a bit. I continue to finger fuck you while i remove my mouth from your clit.

I work my mouth upward, licking and kissing your inner thighs and ass cheeks. I move past my fingers, up until I find your asshole. I slide my tongue out and lick around it, gently licking that bundle of nerves on your asshole. It feels so wrong... so dirty... me licking your ass... and yet... so right.

My fingers continue to probe you; my tongue licking... another orgasm shudders through you. Your pussy juices are just flowing now. I stop licking, withdrawing my face from your sexy ass.

I grab a vibrator and trade it for my fingers that were recently inside of your pussy. I turn it on, medium speed and it begins thumping inside of you. You can feel the beat against your G-spot and on the underside of your clit.

Using my fingers, I lap up some of your loosely flowing pussy juice and use it to lubricate your asshole. I then slide my index finger inside, gently - allowing you time to stretch and get accustomed. After a minute or so, I slide a second well lubricated finger in beside the first one in your ass. You have another orgasm as the vibrator inside of you continues its battery discharging work.

I remove both fingers after your orgasm. Standing, I move to the front and tell you "Put my cock in your mouth you little slut. Taste my precome. Taste how fucking hot you make me."

You stick your tongue out and lick just the end of my dick, the slightly salty-sweet precome showing you just exactly how hot I am for you.

"I said, put my cock in your mouth", I say.

You happily comply; sucking, blowing, working up and down my shaft while the vibrator inside of you works you to another orgasm. I moan and reach over the top of you to slide my two fingers around your sopping pussy. Stealing more love juice from you, I slide them back into your ass and being working them in and out, slowly, gently building your tolerance while you suck lovingly on me.

Another orgasm rocks you. Moaning, near orgasm myself, I finally have to pull out of your luscious mouth before you make me come. I walk around behind you and pick up a flogger. Teasing you, I use the handle end to slide up and down your pussy. The ribbed handle makes you jump and shiver. The vibrator inside of you continues to rack you with pleasure.

Turning it around, I gently drag the tassels across both of your ass cheeks. This teasing, gentle, almost tickling continues for a minute, building the suspense the.

Now the tassels are gone but you know they'll be back. I deliver a soft blow on your ass with the flogger. It barely even stings. It feels good actually! I do the same to the other cheek and again, again, again and again. Each blow is just ever so slightly more than the last. By now, they are more like light slaps, but delivered with many tiny hands.

You can feel your ass heating up and reddening. You moan and come hard and begin pushing back - needing more of the lash. I stop and return to dragging it across your ass. The sudden change in sensation is maddening. You had just accustomed yourself to the other, now this?

I reach down and quickly finger your clit to another powerful orgasm. By now you are having difficulty staying on all fours. I order you to stand.

"Turn around and put your hands on my couch" I order. "Bend over and do not move, you dirty little masturbating slut." You feel me come behind you and place a medium sized dildo against your asshole. Gently, I slide it in. I turn it on, very low and it pulses powerfully inside of you, rocking in a totally different beat than the first one. Your ass is so beautifully red, desensitized and ready for anything. I'm standing behind you, flogger in hand and my dick rock hard from how sexy you are.

"Turn around and look at me, but just with your head." I say. "I want to see your eyes and I want you to watch my face and arms. I want you to know when the lash blows are going to land and I want you to see my desire."

I start again, gently. Barely flicking my wrist, the tassels tease your ass. You can't take your eyes off of me. It's so easy to see the excitement, see how turned on I am by you. You moan and push backwards, indicating you need more.

I pick up the rhythm, using a bit more force now. The blows land over and over, reddening your ass and maddening your mind. You come, again and then again. The lashes only serving to enflame your desire, the two vibrators driving you crazy and the passion in our locked eyes....

After a few minutes of the lashes, I stop. Your ass is delicious on fire. There is a dull ache, but the endorphins are coursing through your body like a drug. I pull both vibrators out and drop them on the floor and then I lift you up and carry you to the bedroom, passion in my eyes. You know that I want to fuck you so badly now.

We enter the bedroom and I gently set you down. In one swift motion, I rip the sheets and comforter off the bed and deposit them onto the floor.

"Lay down on your side" I tell you. You do so and I lay behind you and slide my dick into your sopping, beautifully wet pussy. You shudder and come almost instantly.

I wrap my arms protectively around you and hold you close, feeling your body rock against me. You are almost in tears from the pleasure and the endorphins. I kiss you over and over, mouth, cheek, neck, ear, cheek, forehead, lips.

Holding you for a couple of minutes, I barely move, just allowing you to come down from the high. Then, slowly, I begin pushing into you. Half an inch at a time, I move in and then back out. You, deep in your own space, feel the thrusts and begin reacting automatically. You thrust backwards, hungrily, against me.

I being working more and more of my rock hard dick into you. You are so incredibly wet that your ass and my front are both soaked. Neither of use care! It feels so incredibly good to have our entire bodies head to toes touch this way. I pull you in closer to me, gently pinching your nipples and rocking behind you. You can feel a monster of an orgasm rising up inside of you.

I'm curved, in just the right way - my dick in this position continues to caress your G-spot. As we move, I begin growling, low and deep in my chest. You know after many times of being together that this means I'm nearly ready to come. I begin long stroking behind you. My dick slides all the way out and then I slam it all the way back into you. My arms aid this and pull you to me with each thrust.

My cock slamming into you like this drives you over the edge and the most powerful orgasm of the night erupts through you. You scream, LOUDLY. Moaning and groaning, your pussy thrashes around my hard dick I begin moaning and speaking in ancient Latin (hey, what can I say, I come in crazy ways) behind you as my orgasm arrives.

Semen erupts through my shaft to explode into you. We continue moving together, each second slowing our movements, making us relax until finally we are completely spent. Exhausted, we lay in one another's arms.

Exhausted, content and well fucked, we cuddle. I say "Sweetheart.... next time you need to come, ask me. I think I know how you need to come."

With that, we both laugh and in seconds we are asleep in one another's arms.



Caught in the Act!



I woke up horny and wet. I had been dreaming about all the nasty things we did together last night. My sleepy eyes focused on the silk scarves still tied to our headboard. My still swollen pussy immediately tingled even more with excitement. I look longingly over to side of the bed and envisioned your hard naked body tied there. I close my eyes and recall teasing you and riding you till I came all over your hard cock. "Damn Saturday morning meetings with clients!" I grumble.

Glancing at the clock, I realize that I had slept longer than I had thought. "Hmmm, maybe the meeting is already over." I wonder out loud.

I fumble for the phone and dial your cell. "Good morning sleepyhead! A little worn out from last night still?" You answer cheerfully.

"Oh no. I need you more right now baby." I purr into the phone. "Please come home now baby. I need to taste you. I want to suck your dick until you can't take it anymore and then slide my wet little pussy down on it." My free hand caresses my own body longing for your touch instead. 

"Damn it! I wish I could! I'm on my way to another meeting across town. I just can't miss this appointment. I'm sorry baby." You tell me reluctantly. 

You hear my sigh of disappointment over the phone. "I'll come home early if I can today baby. Forgive me?" you ask.

I purse my lips into a small pout. "I'll forgive you, but you're going to have to do a lot of sucking AND licking up to me when you get home." I giggle. 

"Ah well, my beautiful princess, I happen to be in luck then because I can and will take care of that as soon as I get home. Gotta run now baby, I'll talk to you later." You say hanging up the phone quickly. 

I sink down into the empty bed with a groan. My spirits have been dampened but the ache in my moist cunt has only increased. 

Almost involuntarily, my hands wander to my big round tits. I start to roll my nipples between my fingers feeling them grow hard as I touch them. They are standing straight up hard and begging for more attention. I remember how good it felt when you were playing with them last night. I squeeze them firmly mimicking the way you tease them.

"Mmmmmm" I moan softly as I push my breast up to suck on my nipple. My hips sway back and forth gently losing myself in desire. I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter while I work over my own tits with my hands and mouth. 

I open my legs wide feeling the cool air blowing down on my hot wet pussy. My ass is gyrating as if beckoning you to come and fuck me. One of my hands leaves my breasts and slides slowly down my tummy. I am teasing myself; moving in slow motion enjoying the feel of my soft skin. I stop at my pussy lips. I love the feeling of my bare cunt covered with my own sweet juice. I lightly trace the outside of my slick silky smooth lips with two of my fingers.

My left hand continues its torment of my hard nipples. I close my eyes enjoying my pleasure as I lightly run a finger down my wet slit. Just the slight touch on my clit causes me to gasp out loud. I slip a finger into my pussy thinking about how amazing it felt when you were finger fucking me last night. My hips rise to meet my finger thrusts into my own dripping hole. 

"Mmmmmm God baby! I need you to fuck me!" I cry out as I start to work my clit over in small lazy circles. My breath quickens as I play with myself more intensely. I'm close to cumming as I start to flick my clit the way you do to me. I bury my fingers deep in my pussy and pull them out slathering my clit with my wetness.

My whole body is shaking with ecstasy as I work myself into a frenzy thinking about you fucking me. I'm writhing on the bed uncontrollably; torturing my poor little clit by rubbing it and stopping as soon as I'm close to cumming; pulling my fingers away and plunging then into my cunt. 

Finally, feeling like I can't stand the teasing any longer, I attack my clit with fast circles rubbing pussy juice into my quivering clit. 

"OOOOhhhhh God! Mmmmmmm!" I cum screaming out your name.

It scares the hell out of me when I hear you respond. "You want me, you got me baby!" as you dive already naked into my trembling pussy. I barely have time to register the fact that you are really there before you start licking my clit.

"No, No, Noooooo! It's too sensitive now!" I protest as you begin a full-scale onslaught with your tongue, fingers and lips. I'm trying to squirm away from you, but you are holding me down firmly.

"I know you have lots more in you baby. I'm going to make you cum over and over again." You growl, barely breaking away from my pussy to answer. 

My breath is ragged. I don't feel like I can handle anymore. I'm whimpering every time you even barely touch my clit. My hands are clawing at the sheets shaking my head wildly back and forth panting. I'm close to tears when I feel my body responding to your attentions working back up to an even higher plateau. "Ahhhh mmmmm" I moan loudly my body trembling under you as I cum again. 

"More baby, give me more!" you demand continuing to suck on my swollen clit. I can hear how wet my pussy is as your fingers drive in and out of it. You suck my whole clit into your mouth tickling it with your tongue while you suck on it. The sensitivity in my body is gone and all I feel is the pleasure you are so good at giving me. I grind my cunt into your face eager to cum again. My fingers tighten in your hair pulling you deeper into my pussy. 

"God yes, more baby, more! Please make me cum again!" I'm begging you. You eagerly comply licking me and fingering me more intensely. I lose control again when you hit my g-spot with you fingers. "Godddddd!" I yell out cumming all over your face.

I lose count of how many times you make me cum. You only stop when I'm so weak that my body is practically limp under you and I cum only in tiny little whimpers.

You finally slide up my body to face me. You kiss me deeply feeding me my own sweet juices off your tongue. "Clean my face off. Taste all that cum you rubbed all over my face," you whisper as you slowly slide your cock into my pussy. I busy myself licking, kissing and sucking on your lips, tongue and face cleaning you off. Our bodies are moving together in a slow erotic dance. You make love to me gently and tenderly while we kiss. Your hands roam freely over my body making me shiver underneath you.

You reach under me and grab my ass drawing me more tightly into you. We continue the gentle, slow rhythm while your hands hold my ass in close to you. You pull me over on top of you with your cock still buried deep in my pussy. "Don't move," you tell me holding me tightly against you. 

Except for our passionate kisses our bodies are perfectly still. I can feel your cock throbbing deep inside me.  My juice is dripping out of me and down onto your body. I begin to clench my pussy walls around your cock squeezing you without moving anywhere else. I can tell my cunt massage of your cock is driving you crazy by your heavy breathing. "Mmmmm" you moan into my mouth as I kiss you.

I tighten my pussy walls harder against your dick feeling your body tense underneath me. "God yes!" you gasp as I feel your hot cum exploding inside of me. I milk your cock with my pussy drawing you and your cum deep into me. I'm sucking your tongue into my mouth to match the rhythm of my pussy contractions around you. I pull my lips away with small soft kisses as you recover from your ecstasy. 

"How did you get here so quickly?" I ask still lying on top of you.

Your face lights up as you grin, "I was around the corner already on my way home.  I couldn't stop thinking about last night either."



Caught in the Act



"Ready, Joe?"

"Let's get it over with."

We walked into the bedroom.

There they were, just as we suspected. Our wives, getting it on with each other. They blinked and sat up in the bed; their clothes were strewn all over the floor.

"We can explain ..."

"Really? I don't think that's necessary; it's pretty obvious what's going on here."

I looked at Joe. "What do you think; grounds for divorce?"

"Definitely."

"Look, we can make it up to you."

"Really? How?" This I wanted to hear.

They quietly conversed while we waited.

"Look, we know what we did was wrong. We promise not to do it again, ever."

"And what makes you think we'll believe that?"

"Nothing, except that it's the truth."

Joe's wife nudged mine; more quiet conversation. "Look, we'll do whatever you want. Anything you want."

"Anything? That covers a lot of ground."

"Anything." They look so cute when they're desperate ... I leaned over to Joe; our turn to converse.

"Perhaps there is one way you can convince us ..."

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They're standing, naked, face to face, nearly touching. Their arms are bound behind them, their knees and ankles tied. Tight gags fill their mouths. Each time they touch we lash their bodies with lengths of rope to remind them not to touch each other. Each time they look anywhere except the other's face another lash; their eyes are not to stray to the other's body either. We keep them there until we tire of the sport; an hour or so.

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My wife is sitting on the bed; her arms are bound behind her back, her ankles tied to her thighs. A blindfold covers her eyes. I climb onto the bed next to her; she senses my presence, but says nothing. I have told her that she is to give pleasure, nothing more; if she speaks she will be punished.

I too am naked, as a husband should be with his wife. I position myself in front of her; I brush her lips with my member; she flinches. She gasps as I twist her nipple; "Do not pull away." She nods, yes, I understand. I touch her lips with my penis again; she remains still.

"Better. You will service me as I wish. Open your mouth and take it in." She whines; another twist convinces her of the error of that. She opens her mouth; I enter it. "Suck it, like you did her pussy. Don't deny it; we saw you doing so." She grips it with her lips and tongue and begins to rock back and forth, alternately pulling and pushing on it. Good; she has done it before.

When I am ready I withdraw. "Enough. Take me inside you, as a wife should take her husband." I lie back; she straddles me. A few moments to get her bearings, then she positions herself. I help her guide it into place.

She tightens and begins to move slowly up and down, holding it within her. I join in, thrusting as she descends, then relaxing as she rises. My hands caress her body; she moves faster, faster; I increase my pace, to match hers. She moans and tightens further; she shudders. A gasp as her back arches in a climax; I keep her impaled on me, thrusting away. More climaxes; I join her in a final one.

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She is naked, tied spread eagled to our bed; a tight gag fills her mouth. A scarf covers her eyes. And she is squealing with laughter, squirming, vainly trying to escape the feather in my hand. A feather which I am having great fun with, to her discomfort.

I am careful not to get her too excited; I have had to change the sheets before when she lost control. Just enough to keep her simmering, and not so much that the pot boils over.

I finish by giving her oral sex; she responds quickly, climaxing in moments. I decide to continue; I enter her. She tightens immediately; we quickly build to a shared climax.

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The ladies are very subdued now, sitting on the end of the bed, facing Joe and me. "So, have we learned our lesson?"

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps?"

She looked coyly at me. "I think so. But if we forget I'm sure you'll remind us. Say next weekend?"

I looked at Joe, then back at her. "Count on it."



Caught in The Act



Grandma Johnson bought a new mirror at Lang's Furniture Store when I was a eighteen. I remember because it was the last summer I spent with them. I wanted to find a summer job but Grandma insisted I should stay with them one more summer. She said I could find work next year. 

The mirror was a full length one so that you could see your whole body in it. Grandpa Johnson mounted it in the hallway. There was another mirror straight across the hallway and you could see both your front and back at the same time. Grandma wanted it that way so she could be sure everything was right when she was getting ready to go out.

Grandma is almost sixty but she looks almost as young as my mother. When she puts on her make up she looks like my mother! They are both what the guys call "built". I have never seen Grandma naked but she has a great shape. Slender waist and great looking boobs. 

I can tell that Grandpa is really proud of his wife by the way he struts around when he is with her. He is about a head taller than she is and kind of thin. He works out a lot for an old guy and he looks like it, too. I tried to wrestle with him once just for fun. Big mistake! That old man is strong! They go to a lot of places together and they look and act happy together. If there is such a thing as a perfectly matched pair it must be them. 

I had been with them almost two weeks and things were going really great. I mowed their lawn but I could tell Grandpa would rather have done it himself! He is a strong old dude and he is almost as proud of his muscles as some of the guys I know are of their's and he doesn't like anybody doing his stuff! I mowed about half the yard and shut off the mower. I told him I needed a rest and a drink of Grandma's lemonade. He grinned almost like a kid and said he would finish it if I wanted him too.

"Have at it! I'm pooped!" I said. Hey, I was young not dumb. 

I don't usually wake up in the middle of the night but this night I woke up and went to the bathroom. I tried to be quiet so I wouldn't wake up my grandparents. They had come home late and I thought they probably needed to sleep.

I shut off the bathroom light and then opened the door quietly. They had a nightlight on and that really was a surprise because I had never seen a light in their room of any kind. Another thing I had never noticed was that the new mirror reflected into the original mirror so that that it reflected their bedroom's interior perfectly. I saw movement and stopped dead in the bathroom doorway. 

Grandma was laying naked across their bed. Her breasts were like melons and they didn't sag either. Her nipples were standing straight out, swollen with passion. She was on her back and had her head tilted back over the edge of the bed. She had her mouth wide open. Her beautiful legs were spread and she had one hand in her crotch. I got hard just looking at her and felt funny getting aroused by my own grandmother!

Grandpa was standing behind her head so that his cock was hanging in her face. His penis was almost a foot long and fully swollen with desire. He put his massive organ into Grandma's mouth and slid it in so deep that his balls rested against her nose. He actually fucked her mouth for what seemed like forever. I don't know how she held that big cock in her mouth without gagging. He kept going in and out of Grandma's mouth until he came.

She turned around on the bed and spread her legs apart. He knelt in front of her and shoved two fingers into her slippery pussy then his tongue worked her clit and vulva. She grabbed his head and pulled it away. He still was hard and shoved his foot long cock all the way into her until his balls were against her ass. He slid two fingers up her ass hole and then slammed his cock into her pussy at least a couple of dozen times. She groaned and arched her pussy against him when she came.

I came without even touching myself at all. I slipped very quietly to my room. I thought about what I had just seen and jacked myself off until I came again.

Sometimes that summer when I was alone I would fantasize about Grandpa's huge cock sliding down Grandma's mouth and jack off until I came. I still wonder how she held all of his big cock without choking or gagging.

I helped them with their mowing and other yard work. Sometimes I would get a little tired and then Grandpa would grin and finish whatever I was doing. We both knew he could have done all the work with no help from anybody.

The day I was ready to go home Grandpa and I were in the car and Grandma was still in the house. He told me that he knew I had caught them making out and told me he would like for me to keep that to myself and especially not to tell my mother! He grinned and said if I wanted to tell my friends or even my dad it was okay because that was just a man thing.

Well, I never did tell anybody but I think about him. I imagine he still shoves that huge cock down her throat when she lets him know she is in the mood. I can almost see him slipping it steadily in and out for awhile and finally ramming it deeper and deeper until he shoots his cum into her stomach. 

Then he probably shoves two fingers into her eager pussy and kneels down in front of her and works on it with his tongue until she is almost ready to come.

And I would imagine she moans with pleasure when that monster cock slides deep into her. He most likely spreads her lovely legs far apart so that he can shove the whole thing in and out going in deeper and deeper, hitting the bottom of her swollen pussy with each stroke until he is ready to come. Then she pulls her pussy open and they both watch him ram his huge cock in and out until the head is purple and shiny and then he rams it in and out faster and faster until he comes inside her and she comes at the same time.

Yes, indeed they are an almost perfect couple and I love them both.

The End



Caught in the Act!



Note: All of the characters and events in this story are fictional. They are figments of my imagination, and these occurences did not actually transpire. Just sit back and enjoy the story.

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Natalie and I have been living together for the past few months, sharing a flat in a small town in Cumbria. I'd recently come home from university, and decided to stay with my parents for a week or so while I found a place of my own.

It so happened that the place I'd chosen was a 2-person flat, and that Natalie was also interested in it, so the landlord paired us off and we had to sort the rest out for ourselves.

Natalie is 21, and had just left university herself, having studied at the University of York, whereas I'd been at Northumbria University in Newcastle, so we'd never met on campus at all.

We never really had a proper conversation for the first few days. We'd mainly stuck to "Hi" and "D'you want a coffee while I'm here?" until then. Perhaps we were still getting used to living in the same environment, and getting familiarised with our new flatmate.

It took some time to get talking and to start establishing a level of trust, but I eventually discovered that Natalie is single, as her boyfriend at university decided that they should split up, since he lived down in Staffordshire, and wasn't wanting to commute up to Cumbria to see her.

Myself and my girlfriend lived in the same town, and started going out in high school, and while I took a university course at Northumbria, she enrolled at Newcastle University so that it was easier for us to meet regularly.

She moved back with me when we graduated, and she's currently staying with her parents, since she is struggling to find a job to pay for both rent and student debts. We still see each other regularly, almost every night, to go out for drinks and to chat.

Her name is Alex, by the way. She's a bit younger than me, about 3 months, but she is really very pretty, smart, and has a gorgeous figure to boot! She has blonde hair reaching down to the small of her back, usually pushed back with just a hairband, electric blue eyes, and a thin face which tapers almost to a point at her chin.

She is about 6ft tall, with a perfect hourglass figure, delicate skin, small hands, and magnificent DD-Cup breasts. She isn't a great tease, and doesn't let much flesh out, a great fan of turtle-neck sweatshirts and tops that cover from waist to collarbone, not much of her is on display.

I don't mind it though, because when she does reveal even the smallest amount of cleavage, it makes the moment all the sweeter, knowing that I'm catching a rare glimpse of her fantastic tits.

It's amazing how much she and Natalie are alike. It's no wonder they get along so well.

Natalie is about 5ft 9, a bit shorter than Alex, and with brown wavy hair that only trails a few inches past her shoulder blades. She has chocolate brown eyes, and a slightly deeper skin tone than Alex, her face a tad more rounded.

Her body isn't bad either, slightly wider waist than Alex, but still retaining that hourglass shape, and sporting slightly larger breasts than Alex. She also regularly wears tight tank tops, accentuating her curves magnificently.

However, I knew that any kind of relationship with Natalie was not something to be considered, as I was already in a dedicated long-term relationship with Alex, with whom I shared a lot of my life, and we had a lot of common interests. I had also known her longer, and was still as attracted to her now as I was when I met her 4 years ago.

I love her for her personality. Her looks are just a bonus!

So, with Natalie, all I ever restricted myself to was quickly getting a look when I felt that I needed to satisfy my urge until I saw Alex later, as she left a lot more exposed; usually when she wasn't looking or if her attention was directed elsewhere.

So this went on for 6 or 7 months. Natalie was used to me bringing Alex back on occasion, who now has a job working at the local Aldi as a Stock Assistant, so we sometimes had dinner together, and talked about the latest films, episodes of TV shows and other miscellaneous things that were going on in our lives such as job hunting and upcoming social events we were planning to go to.

One night, though, when I brought Alex back, the flat was locked, so I took out my key and let us in, switching the light on and finding a post-it note from Natalie on the kitchen counter.

She'd gone out for the evening with some friends to see a film at the cinema in town, and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours.

I threw the post-it in the recycling and got started on dinner, filling a saucepan up with water and setting it on the cooker hob. I took the vegetable knife and the peeler out of the cutlery drawer, and set them next to the chopping board.

I took some carrots out of the fridge, and the bag of peas out of the freezer, ready for when the water had boiled.

Just as I picked up a carrot to start peeling it, Alex came up behind me and wrapped her arms gently around my waist, pressing herself into my back in a hug. She turned her head to one side so she could rest her cheek against me.

"Hey," she said, calmly, starting to sway slightly.

I lowered the carrot and the peeler, "Hey," I replied, turning my head slightly, as if to direct my voice behind me.

"So, Chef," Alex said, slightly seductively, "What's cooking?"

"Chicken and mushroom pie, with some carrots and peas," I answered, "That alright with you?"

Alex released me from her embrace, grabbed my shoulder, and turned me to face her, pressing me back into the counter. I barely had time to put the carrot and peeler down on then chopping board as she spun me.

"That," she said, leaning towards me, "Will be just fine," she leaned further into me, and our lips met in a kiss.

She broke the kiss and retreated, leaning back on the opposite counter to watch me work as I returned to peeling the carrots, and chopping them into discs. I scraped my peelings into the bin, and turned the oven dial to get it heated up ready for the pies.

Dinner was never really extravagant for us. As ex-university students, we were used to ready meals and cooking that only required you to turn the oven to a certain temperature and pop the food in for 20 minutes or so.

The water in the pan began to simmer, and I took the pies out of the box and put them into the oven.

As I closed the door, I thought I heard Alex say something. I turned to her and said "You say something, Alex?"

Alex looked up at me, her thighs pressed together. It looked like she'd been frozen mid stride.

"No, no, everything's fine." she replied quickly, obviously fibbing.

"Hmmmmm," I responded, turning back to the frantically bubbling saucepan of water. I scooped up the carrots and dropped them into the boiling water, followed by the peas.

I turned back to Alex, "Are you sure?"

Alex nodded, seeming a bit distracted.

I stepped towards her, and leaned over her, pressing her back into the counter like she had done with me just a moment before.

"Do you know what I think, Alexandra Thomson?" I said, leaning into her so out faces were inches apart. Her breath quickened in anticipation.

"No," she breathed, "What do you think, Michael Richards?"

I moved closer to her, our noses almost touching now, "I think..."

I paused.

Alex's breath quickened still, "You think what?"

"I think that you need..."

I paused again, grinning slyly.

Alex frowned slightly, chuckling, "Stop it, you're killing me!"

I chuckled back to her, our noses now touching ever so delicately tip to tip now.

"I think that you need..." I said, slowly, exhaling gently so she could feel my breath on her eager lips, "...to learn to wait."

I pulled away from her, her head seemed to follow it for a moment, her eyes closed, seemingly still awaiting my kiss.

She then opened her eyes, and saw that I'd migrated to the sofa and turned on the TV.

She growled slightly in frustration, and moved over to join me while everything was cooking. I chuckled to myself as she sat down next to me rather violently, as if she was in a mood with me.

But she sighed and leaned into me, and I put my arm around her to pull her into a cuddle as we watched 'Would I Lie To You?' together.

About 15 minutes later, I excused myself and went to check on dinner. The pies in the oven were pretty much done, and the vegetables were on a gentle simmer so they wouldn't cook too quickly. I got a fork out, impaled a slice of carrot, blew on it to cool it and popped it in my mouth to test it.

It was nice. Not so raw that it was still crunchy, but not so soft that it was mush. Just right.

I turned the hob off, turned the oven off, and poured the contents of the saucepan into a collander over the sink to drain the water from the vegetables. I rested the collander in the sink while I took the pies out of the oven, and peeled their foil tins off.

I popped the pies onto a plate each, and dished out some vegetables onto the plates to accompany them, and we sat down at the table to eat.

As we ate, we changed channel to continue the 2 hour comedy marathon of Friday nights on terrestrial television with 'QI'.

When we'd finished eating, I took the plates to the sink, placed them in at varying angles, and turned the hot tap on to let the sink fill, and squirted some washing up liquid into the sink.

I heard Alex come up behind me, so I dipped my fingers in the still cool water, turned around and flicked some water into her face.

She squealed as the cold water splashed against her face, and I laughed.

"You bastard!" she said, through giggles.

I laughed some more, "Oh, didn't like that eh?" I dipped my fingers back into the sink, the water now warm, the sink about half full of soapy water now. I flicked some more water off the tip of my fingers at her, but she managed to raise her arm to defend herself in time.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now!" she grabbed a tea towel, and swung it round, slapping me in the arm with it. I managed to grab the corner of it as she pulled it back for another attack, and I pulled her towards me, grabbing her shoulder when she was in reach, and pulled her towards me and kissed her.

As we kissed, I didn't notice her reach past me before she flicked water into the side of my face, causing me to break the kiss.

She laughed at herself and clapped her hands together triumphantly, "Haha! I told you you'd get it!"

"Oh, Alex, you are naughty aren't you!" I grinned at her. She smiled back at me, her eyes shut as if to exaggerate her undoubted glee with herself.

I reached behind me and turned the tap off, catching myself in the wrist with the boiling water. I strode towards her, and reached around her waist, pulling her towards me and locking her into a deep kiss that lasted for well over a minute.

When she broke the kiss, she grabbed my belt and pulled me back with her towards the couch, and she fell back onto it, over the arm of it, pulling me down on top of her. I reached forwards, grabbed the remote control, and turned the TV off, dropping the remote control when I had done so as if I'd forgotten I was even holding it.

She raised her head and kissed me again, reaching around my shoulders with both hands and pulling me down into her kiss as much as she could, her tongue exploring mine as we kissed passionately.

One of her hands reached down and hooked her thumb on the inside of my trousers, tugging slightly as if to say "Get them down. Get them off!"

I broke the kiss and sat up, back on my thighs as her hands came down and rested on my belt, unbuckling it.

She proceeded to unbutton my jeans and unzip the fly, tugging them down my legs, I rose up and helped her remove them, revealing my now tent-shaped boxers, my rock hard cock pushing out towards her.

"Shirt," she gasped, "Lose it!"

I didn't hesitate, and took my shirt off and threw it down on the floor. She tugged the bottom of her yellow turtleneck, then green long-sleeved t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, exposing her bra-clad breasts for me, and she threw it down on the floor too.

She looked down and saw the state I was in, hard cock pointing straight at her, covered only by boxers, a stain of precum starting to show at the tip.

She bit her lower lip, and slowly pulled the boxers down, letting my 8 inch cock spring free of its underpants prison.

Again, I rose up to help her take them off, and drop them on the floor. She pulled herself up so she was propped up with her back against the armrest of the sofa. I automatically shuffled up with her.

Her hands shot under my legs and grabbed my buttocks, pulling me towards her and wrapping her lips around the head of my cock. No teasing, licking the head of my cock as she normally does, just straight in there like she needs it!

She stayed there for a moment, just sucking on the throbbing head of my cock, and then she started to move.

She started to bob her head slowly, taking only another inch or so into her mouth at a time, getting gradually faster and faster as she swallowed more and more of my cock.

Soon enough, she nearly had it all in. She was going so fast, her headband fell down in front of her eyes.

She stopped, and removed her headband, throwing it down like it didn't even matter any more.

A hand came back to the front of me, and she started to gently stroke my shaft with it, twisting her hand slightly as she worked my penis.

I looked down and saw her bra-encased breasts jiggling slightly as she jerked my aching cock.

Alex looked up at me through her eyelashes, then down at my cock, then down further to her breasts, then back up to me, her eyes glinting with devilish naughtiness.

She released her grip on my cock, and arched her back so she could undo her bra strap. She let the straps slide off her shoulders and rest around her elbows, limp, with the cups still covering her tits.

She stayed there, and looked up at me sexily through her eyelashes again, grinning slightly.

Damn, she looked so sexy like that. Wow!

Slowly, she reached up and grabbed her bra straps and pulled them down, slowly revealing her tender breasts, those gorgeously beautiful breasts in all their glory, naked and bare, her nipples pink and fully erect, pushing out as much as my cock was.

She removed her bra completely, and dangled it over the edge of the couch in her thumb and forefinger, before letting it drop to the floor.

She opened her mouth slightly as if to feign shock at what she had done, dropping her bra like that! 'Ooooh clumsy me!' her expression seemed to say. But that just excited me even more!

Alex pulled herself up through my legs so she sat on the arm of the chair, grabbed my head and pulled me into her to kiss me again.

She then moved a hand to the top of my head and pushed downwards, directing me towards her breasts, my lips kissing her all the way down, before taking one of her nipples in my mouth, and kneading the other one between the fingers of my other hand.

Alex moaned in pleasure as I suckled on her nipple, before moving over to the other one, and kissing that, and sucking on it, while her other nipple was being rubbed between my thumb and index finger.

Her moans grew slightly louder, and I slowly withdrew from her breasts, and continued downwards, undoing her belt, and undoing the button and fly on her jeans.

She lifted her hips to help me pull them off, pulling off her now soaking panties at the same time, revealing her warm glowing pussy.

I parted her legs, and moved down to kiss her pussy and start to lick it. As I did, Alex moaned and threw her head back in pleasure, as I probed her hungry pussy with my tongue, circling it, outlineing the walls and the clit, before pushing it down into the bowels of her opening.

Alex moaned again, and kept her head pointing down, to get a better view of the action.

Her breathing was getting heavier and quicker, and her moans getting more and more exasperated. She was close to cumming, but I wasn't going to push her over the edge just yet.

I stopped, and pulled back, her pussy juices trickling from her, glistening in the light, and took some time to admire it, and to let her impending orgasm retreat.

I lined my cock up with her pussy, and pushed into her slowly, letting me slowly fill her up as her vagina walls stretched to accommodate my throbbing 8-incher. Alex moaned long and loud as she felt my cock enter her, scraping against her pussy walls as I buried myself to the hilt, and held it there, listening to Alex's heavy breathing.

I pulled my hips away from her groin and slid my cock back out of her pussy, Alex moaning as her muscles relaxed after being stretched, returning to their original shape as my cock left.

With just the head left inside her, I thrust forwards again, pushing my cock back in to the hilt with a bit more vigour, and started to build up a rhythm.

Alex moaned, her breasts bouncing in time with my cock pounding into her tight pussy, her orgasm starting to build again.

Alex reached down with one hand and started to rub and massage her clit as I fucked her pussy, urging her orgasm to arrive sooner. She moaned louder.

I recognised the moans she was making, and started to slow down again.

"Don't stop!" she gasped, realising what I was doing, "Don't stop!" she repeated, on a very sharp inhale. "Don't stop."

I kept going. We were almost there, both reaching climax together.

Suddenly, we heard someone clear their throat.

Our eyes snapped open, and our gaze immediately shot in the direction of the onlooker, embarrassed.

It was Natalie, stood at the door, arms folded, and a scornful look on her face. She'd got back over an hour early!

Alex and I hurriedly grabbed cushions to cover ourselves.

"Na...Na...Natalie!" I said nervously, "Wh...wh...what are you doing back so soon?"

"Helen was sick, so we left early to take her home." Natalie replied.

"Oh."

"Having fun?" she asked.

Alex and I exchanged glances, and looked back at Natalie.

Natalie laughed, seemingly amused at our predicament. "Should I leave and come back later?"

Before I could say 'That sounds like a good idea', Alex spoke.

"No, no, we were just finishing up," she said, a response I was not expecting.

"Ok, while you 'finish up', I'll go get a quick shower," Natalie said, hurrying out of the room before I could object.

Alex looked at me, smiled and shrugged. I wasn't hard any more, so took me time to get back in the mood.

"Forget she's even here. She's in the shower. Ignore it," Alex kept saying, adamant on finishing what we'd started.

So she dropped the cushions and repositioned herself so she was comfortable, took my cushion away and wrapped her hand around my cock, and started to massage it, trying to coax it back into life.

After a few minutes, I began to relax, and let Alex's fingers work their magic and inject some life back into my cock.

I sighed as it hardened between her fingers, filling up the palm of her hand and sprouting out the other side, the head crowning the shaft like a flower bud crowns the stem.

Once my penis had become fully erect, Alex decided to help put me back in the mood, and leant forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth, and gently sucked on it, licking it with her tongue and bobbing her head ever so slightly, while jerking the shaft with her hand.

Wow, she was good, and she knew it.

Her special treatment was working and soon enough I'd forgotten all about Natalie being here, and I was ready and raring to go.

I reached forwards and ran my fingers through Alex's hair, cupping her head as she went about her work, and slowly stroked her hair from root to tip, feeling it run through my fingers as she started to take more of me into her mouth.




Caught in the Act!



She looked up at me as she continued sucking me off, and I smiled in appreciation, and moaned in pleasure.

She slowly drew my cock out of her mouth and held it there in her hand, lightly jerking it to keep me going.

"I see you're back with me," she smiled, still stroking my dick with her hand slowly and delicately.

"Yeah, I suppose I am," I replied, grinning back at her.

"Good," she said, "Let's finish up." and with that, she rolled off the sofa onto the floor, and spread her legs, waiting to receive me.

I followed her down, and lined my cock up with the entrance to her warm, steamy womb. I teased her a moment, by lightly touching the head of my cock against her pussy lips, and outlining them with it.

She moaned and pushed her hips forward, trying to impale herself on my rigid member. I denied her a moment longer, and sat my balls at her vagina, the rest of my cock pointing up and above her hips.

Slowly, I dragged my cock down so the underside of my shaft stroked her vagina as it descended, causing Alex to shiver in anticipation and excitement.

My cock head reached her urethra, and slowly continued downwards towards her dripping opening, and as it reached her pussy lips, it paused, and then slowly edged towards it, feeling the pussy walls part for it, as it pushed into the warm cavern, being swallowed by Alex's tight, moist tunnel.

As I pushed slowly deeper and deeper into Alex, she started to pant and her breaths grew heavier. Her state of arousal seemed to intensify the feeling of my cock pushing into her and prising her pussy walls apart and filling her slowly inch by inch.

I was about 5 or 6 inches into her now, and I heard a faint moan, but not from Alex. Alex was breathing heavily and panting, not making a sound other than the rasping of air entering and leaving her lungs.

I thought it must have been my imagination, and continued.

I pushed my cock forwards and felt a slight tickle as my pubic hair contacted with Alex's short trimmed hair, and knew that I was fully inside of her. I took a brief moment to savour the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock, and how warm and moist it was.

Alex's breathing had slowed slightly in anticipation for what was to come. She was readying herself.

I then pulled back, my cock sliding backwards out of her, the outcrop of the head catching on her pussy walls, tugging them as it ground against them on its way out, Alex shuddering at the sensation.

I pulled out until just the head was left in, and then pushed back in a bit quicker now, and began to build up into a rhythm.

Alex started to moan a bit louder now, and her breasts began to flop back and forth in time with my thrusts, her hands under her knees, pulling her legs so there was nothing in the way of my movements.

I continued to pound relentlessly into Alex, enjoying it as much as she was, her pussy feasting hungrily on my cock, eagerly swallowing every inch it was given.

"Oh fuck," Alex cried out, glancing down over the top of her breasts to try to get a decent view of the action, only to throw her head back and moan loudly when she saw what was going on.

I felt my orgasm building up as I continued to fuck Alex as hard and fast as I could, determined to make her cum before I could. It wouldn't be easy.

My balls were starting to ache as I could feel the cum brewing, as I felt the pressure start to push outwards against my cock! I was almost there!

I screwed up my face as I tried to hold off my orgasm for as long as possible! Almost there!

Then I heard Alex scream, "O-o-o-oh fuck! Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gunna CUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!"

I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, squeezing it like it was a stress ball, Alex bucking her hips as her body spasmed, thrashing around and screaming like she was being electrocuted!

The increased pressure on my cock was more than I could take! I let loose a great jet of cum inside of her, filling up he pussy even more, finishing with her.

I was exhausted. As we came down from our orgasms, I pulled my withering cock out of her, and sat back on my calves, and tried to get my breath back.

After a few minutes, Alex sat up, her pussy leaking with our combined juices, and kissed me.

She then found her jeans and turtleneck, and put them back on, apparently deciding to go commando, and I followed suit with my own jeans and shirt.

Alex pecked me on the cheek, and went to find Natalie to tell her we'd finished, and I took it upon myself to take the clothes we'd left lying around to the laundry basket.

As I entered my room to put my clothes and Alex's clothes into the wicker basket, I heard Alex and Natalie talking. About what exactly, I wasn't sure, but I just ignored it and went to the bathroom for a piss.

When I left the bathroom, I opened the door and Natalie was stood there, wearing her thick furry cream-coloured dressing gown.

"Hey," I said, jumping slightly.

"Hey," she replied, bashfully, blushing slightly. "Sorry about walking in on you and Alex like that,"

"No, no, it's okay," I said, trying to reassure her, "It was bound to happen sooner or later,"

"Is there any way I can make it up to you at all?"

I pushed past her into the hallway and closed the bathroom door behind me.

"No, no, there's no need to," I said, starting to get slightly embarrassed now.

"I insist," Natalie ensured, taking a step towards me.

"Uhm..." I hesitated, trying to read the situation here. Was she coming onto me...with my girlfriend in the same flat? Maybe she wanted to buy me something. Yeah, maybe a new X-Box game or something. Had to be sure. "What exactly do you mean?" I asked.

Natalie took a step closer to me again, causing me to back off slightly, but she managed to catch up to me, and grab my shoulder to stop me escaping.

"I was thinking," she said, touching a finger to my chest, "More along the lines of..." she walked her fingers down my chest towards my jeans, and slipped a finger into the waistband and pulled on it slightly. "This." she said, moving her face closer to mine, noses almost touching, and she leaned in for a kiss.

I pulled away, "Natalie, Alex is my girlfriend. I love her. I couldn't do this to her behind her back, let alone when she's in the same building!"

Natalie pulled me back, her grip on my shoulder and pants undeterred, and she pulled me closer so our bodies were touching, and she reached around me, and leant forward to whisper in my ear, "But she knows,"

"Knows about what?" I asked, confused.

"She knows, and she's letting me do this. She's letting us do this. Trust me, she wants this to happen."

Natalie retreated, and looked at me. Was this true? Did Alex want me to cheat on her? If she did, though, I guess she rather I did with Natalie than some random bimbo she didn't know.

I glanced past Natalie, and saw Alex peeping out through a doorway. Our eyes met, and she smiled at me and nodded.

I looked back at Natalie, then back at Alex. Alex flicked her hand at me, as if spurring me on.

My eyes rested back at Natalie, and she glanced downwards, directing my gaze. I followed her eyes to her breasts, covered by the dressing gown, so they didn't look as pronounced as they normally did. Natalie reached up and parted the lappelles slightly so that I had a clearer view of her cleavage. Was she actually wearing anything under that?

I looked back up at her and she sensed me, and looked into my eyes.

"You like them?" she asked, swinging around from side to side slightly, as if showcasing her breasts for me.

I was stunned. "Yes," I replied, keeping my eyes on her.

"Then why aren't you looking at them? I love it when you look at them!" she growled sexily, and I directed my gaze back at her breasts.

A hand crept up from my side, and I reached and cupped her left breast in my hand, feeling its weight, squeezing it gently, getting a feel for it.

Natalie inhaled in pleasure and sighed, as my other hand travelled up her side and cupped the other breast, gently caressing and kneading it.

Natalie grabbed one of the ends of her dressing gown's belt, and pulled it so the knot fell away, and her gown fell open, each side still covering a breast, but revealed that she was indeed totally naked beneath it!

Natalie shrugged her shoulders, and threw her arms back, letting her dressing gown fall off her and onto the floor, revealing her bare tits in all their naked glory, round and ample, slightly bigger than Alex's breasts, and crowned by rigid pink nipples, sticking out as if magnetized towards me.

I leaned down and cupped her left breast and lifted it so her nipple met my mouth, and I suckled on it, eliciting a moan from Natalie as I did so, using both hands to knead the breast at the same time.

Natalie cooed at the sensation, and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into her.

I couldn't breathe. My nose and mouth were completely covered by her breast, so I pushed against her hand, and switched to the other breast, and began to ravage it with my mouth and massage it with my hands, causing Natalie to inhale sharply and exhale, shivering in pleasure at the same time.

Again, her hands came behind my head and pulled me into her, moaning even more. I was smothered by her tit again, so I dropped my head down to escape her grip.

Natalie gasped and groaned at the loss of my nurturing of her breasts. She licked her lips, and dropped to her knees, her hands shooting straight for my trousers, undoing the button on my jeans, unzipped them and then she pulled them down past my knees, allowing my cock to spring free from its denim prison for her to see.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "It's even bigger up close!"

I was startled by this remark. I looked down at her quizzically. "What do you mean 'up close'?"

Natalie's eyes widened in shock. Oops. She'd just given herself away.

She looked back up at him, "Well, when I said I was going for a quick shower, I meant quick!"

I furrowed my brow even more, more in curiosity than anything else. She continued.

"When I'd finished, you were off the couch and Alex was sucking you off. I was watching you from the hall I watched as you fucked her and came inside her, and I wished it were me being fucked by you. Alex said you had a big cock, but I never expected it to be this big!"

"So you watched us?" I asked.

"Well...yes..." she replied, "...and pretended to take part." she confessed, blushing.

I was amazed. Did Natalie really get herself off to me and Alex fucking? The thought of Natalie pleasuring herself watching Alex getting fucked by me really turned me on!

I looked back down at Natalie, "Wow," I said, trying to sound surprised, "Really?"

Natalie nodded, still blushing.

I chuckled slightly, and pushed my hips forwards, offering her my cock. She took one look at it, and reached up and grabbed it with one hand.

She leant forwards and took the head of my cock in her mouth, and started to jerk the shaft while circling the head with her tongue.

She started to move her head back and forth, stroking it with her hand at the same time, in time with her head, taking only a couple of inches at the moment.

Slowly but surely, she crept down my cock and swallowed a bit more, speeding up her head movements, licking the entire portion she had in her mouth the whole time, jerking the shaft faster now as well.

My god, she was as good at giving head as Alex was! Her mouth felt incredible wrapped around my cock, sucking me into next week!

Despite having cummed less than 30 minutes ago, I was so turned on by this whole encounter that I felt myself lose control, and another orgasm approaching!

Natalie suddenly stopped sucking me off, and dropped my cock from her mouth, and letting go with her hand, cupping her breasts with both hands.

"So, you like my tits?" Natalie asked seductively, inhaling slightly as her fingertips stroked over her nipples, "I want you to put your cock right..." she rolled her hand over a breast and nestled it in her cleavage, still cupping her breast with it, "...here," she said, and slowly started to slide her hand up and down, "And I want you to fuck them!"

Without hesitation, I took my shirt and pants off so I was free of restriction, and moved my cock between her tits, and she pushed them together around my aching cock, nice and tight around it.

Her tits felt amazing. They engulfed my cock entirely and I lost sight of it between them! I pushed my cock all the way in so I could see the head poking out of the top of her cleavage.

I started to thrust my cock between Natalie's tits, slowly at first, savouring the moment, the feeling of them as I pulled back into her cleavage so my cockhead disappeared between them.

I thrust forwards and exposed my cockhead to a lick from Natalie, sending shivers through my entire body! I started to pump faster as I grew more aroused and felt a greater need to cum!

I started to pound into her tits with greater vigour, and she responded by moaning with each thrust, and throwing her head back as she did so.

Her hand snuck round her breast and grabbed my cock as I continued to fuck her tits, and she dropped her other tit and leant forwards to suck on my cock some more.

"Holy shit," I gasped, as Natalie devoured my cock with her mouth, sucking and licking and bobbing her head, grabbing my hips with both hands and pulled me further into her.

She continued to suck me off for a few more minutes, salivating it as much as possible, before letting it drop from her mouth, and putting it back between her tits.

I began to thrust between her tits again, concentrating on feeling them against my cock, feeling how soft they were, feeling my cock head push them apart as it forced its way through, and breaking out the other side, feeling the cool air.

I began to build up a rhythm, and heard a moan from Natalie on each thrust, her fingers interlocking over the top of my cock, so it couldn't accidentally break free of its cleavage prison.

I felt the familiar pressure of an impending orgasm approaching! I started to thrust harder now, rather than faster, my rhythm going all to pot as I felt the increasing need to cum!

"I'm gunna cum!"

"I know," Natalie said, "Just keep going. Don't stop!"

I didn't. I felt the cum rush through my shaft and erupt like a geyser between Natalie's tits. The cum flew from the tip and struck Natalie in the eye, a huge trail of sperm left across her face! A second spurt wasn't quite as powerful, and hit her under her chin, and the third hit her on the neck. The last few drops dribbled out of my cock and deposited itself in her cleavage.

I removed my withering cock from between Natalie's tits, and she leant forward and sucked the remainder from it.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, gazing at me seductively as the cum dribbled down her face, tits and stomach.

I nodded, and fell back to lean against the wall, utterly shattered.

"Hun, you coming?" Natalie called out.

Alex had been watching from the other room, and when I looked around, she was sat on the floor, naked and a hand on her pussy, breathing heavily. I think she was just coming down from another orgasm.

She opened her eyes, and slowly stood up, and made her way towards us.

"Alex, dear, Mike seems to have made a bit of a mess," Natalie turned to Alex, gesturing at herself as some cum dripped from her chin and landed on her tit, and the cum from her cleavage had made its way down her stomach and had disappeared into her pubic hair. "Would you help me clean up?"

Alex didn't say anything, and proceeded to lick the cum off Natalie's face and chest, taking special care to massage Natalie's breasts while she did so.

I watched as Alex worked her way down, following the cumtrail past Natalie's navel towards her crotch.

Natalie leant back, and rolled back to sit down as Alex took followed the long trail of cum down into Natalie's pubic hair.

Natalie moaned as Alex continued down and started to lick greedily at her pussy! As I watched, I felt my cock start to harden again, watching Alex eating Natalie out turned me on so much!

Alex stopped eating Natalie out, and leant forward to whisper something to her. Natalie giggled and said "Yeah, let's do it!"

Alex pulled away from Natalie, and rolled backwards so she was propped up on her arms, as did Natalie. They moved together and pressed their groins together, their left legs over the top of the other's right leg to allow for easier movement.

The girls pressed their pussies together, and began to grind them together in rhythm with each other, one pushing forwards, then the other pushing forwards, each moaning with every stroke of their hips, mashing their wet cunts together.

My cock hardened even more, watching the two of them enjoy each other like this made me feel my cock between them, imagining what it would be like for them to do that to my cock!

Natalie noticed I was hard again, and pulled away from Alex, stood up, grabbed me by my penis and pulled us into her bedroom.

She lay back on her bed, and Alex followed her, moving to the other side and leaning over her with her tits hanging over Natalie's face, and her face over Natalie's tits.

They then started to lick and suck at each others' breasts, mimicking as best they could the movements that they other was doing, moaning against each others' tits in pleasure.

I couldn't take much more, and decided to join in. I moved over to where Alex's head was, and took Natalie's other nipple in my mouth and sucked at it as hard as I could!

Natalie let loose a muffled scream when she realised what was happening, and released Alex's nipple from her mouth as she started to breath heavily and moan as Alex and I ravished her tits, and sucked her towards an orgasm.

Natalie shrieked and bucked and thrashed as she came, and came hard as we continued our joined assault on her breasts, sucking and kneading them continuously as she rode out her orgasm, and began to relax and come down from it.

Alex released Natalie's breast, and looked right at me, "Fuck her," she said, hungrily, "Fuck her until she cums again!"

I let go of Natalie's nipple and moved towards her groin, pulled her towards me and shoved my cock into her waiting pussy, not wanting to tease her, but fuck her while she was still sensitive from her orgasm.

I thrust into her as hard and fast as I could, Natalie barely capable of uttering more than a whimper as I ploughed into her soaking wet tunnel.

Natalie's hips bucked at least a foot in the air when she came again, shorter, but just as hard and powerful as the first.

I pulled out of her, and Alex took over, mounting Natalie in a 69 position, licking at her cunt hungrily, having been deprived of it earlier, sucking and licking at her dripping cunt juices, eagerly lapping them up.

Since Natalie was probably too tired to eat Alex out, I moved around the bed so that I could reach Alex's pussy, and started to eat it.

Natalie had recovered from her orgasm, and felt another one rapidly building as Alex assaulted her juicy cunt.

My cock was aching so much! I moved so I was essentially straddling Natalie's head, so I could bury myself into Alex once again, and I pushed forwards into her hot glowing pussy, straight to the hilt.

Alex moaned loudly and continued to eat Natalie out as I fucked her from behind. Natalie began to whimper even more, and suddenly shrieked as she was assaulted by another orgasm from Alex's efforts on her pussy.

I still continued to fuck Alex, who had now stopped eating Natalie out to concentrate on her own orgasm, focussing on my cock pistoning in and out of her as Natalie recovered.

A moment or so later, Natalie reached up and placed her hands on my thighs and managed to say, "Let me suck your cock,"

I obiged, and pulled out of Alex, who groaned at the denial of her pleasure, and I pushed my cock down so Natalie could take it in her mouth.




Caught in the Act!



She bobbed her head as best she could, but couldn't quite get the motion right due to her position, so she let it go.

Then, I had an idea.

I grabbed Alex's hips and rolled her onto her side, so that I could eat her out, she could eat Natalie out, and Natalie could suck me off all at the same time! Natalie grinned and wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob her head.

I heard Alex's moans get louder against Natalie's pussy, and Natalie increase her efforts on my cock as her own wave of pleasure began to swell deep within her. Alex's hips bucked and her juices flooded out of her cunt all over my face as she came! Natalie stopped sucking me off and held my cock in her mouth and screamed against it as another orgasm hit from Alex's cunnilingus, spasming rapidly and writhing about on the bed. I slowed down and pulled my cock out of Natalie's mouth before I came as well.

Natalie grabbed my hips and rolled me onto the bed beside Alex, and stuck my cock back in her mouth, sucking at it ferociously, determined to make me cum again.

Alex turned round to face me, tilted my head so I could look at her, and said "Hey, baby, I was watching you earlier. I saw you with Natalie. I saw her suck you off and let you fuck her tits. It was so hot the way you shot your load all over her the way you did. I want to do that for you. I want you to fuck my tits and paint me with your hot, sticky, cum!" she growled sexily, and licked her upper lip as she separated her last three words to exxagerate their importance.

She looked at Natalie, and waved her hand at her, and she stopped sucking at my cock. Alex turned around so she lay at the head of the bed, her head propped up on the pillows, her hands beside her breasts, pushing them together, ready to receive me.

I moved over to her and straddled her chest, placing my cock at the base of her tits, pushing up slowly between them until my balls contacted with the bottom of them.

Alex pushed her tits around my cock and I started to thrust between them. Her tits were gorgeous, and felt firmer than Natalie's, but the feeling was just as incredible as I felt them contort to accommodate the rod placed between them.

Natalie moved towards us, and positioned herself next to Alex, and leant forwards so that her lips were positioned at the top of Alex's cleavage, so that when I thrusted forwards, my cock popped into her mouth for her to lick every single time!

I kept going, fucking Alex's tits, determined to let Alex have what she wanted, to have me cum between her tits. She pressed her tits tighter around my cock, increasing the friction against my dick! The combination of her sweet tit flesh and Natalie's juicy, hungry mouth were driving me over the edge!

Natalie moved her head deeper into Alex's cleavage, taking more of my cock into her mouth with each thrust! Shit, it felt so good, fucking the tits of one girl and fucking the mouth of another! The feeling was incredible, almost unbearable!

"Natalie, move!" Alex moaned between gasps, "I want his cum! Let me have it!"

Natalie rose up, and placed her hands over Alex's and pushed down with her, forcing her tits against my cock even harder, making it almost impossible for me to thrust between them, but increasing the friction against my dick tenfold, and making it all the more pleasureable for me!

I felt the pressure build in my cock, the cum brewing in my balls. I couldn't hold it off much longer!

"I'm gunna cum!" I cried, alerting the girls.

Natalie parted her elbows and pushed inwards on Alex's breasts instead, still as hard, but leaving me enough space that none of my cum would hit her arms. "Cum for me, babe!" Alex moaned, as I reached my limit, and let loose a loud grunt and began to ejaculate!

I thrust forwards as hard as I could, and I came. A jet of cum hit Alex on the cheek, and she moaned as it hit her. A second huge spurt of cum lashed out and hit her forehead, some of it dribbling into her eye! A third shot hit her on her cheek again, just at the corner of her mouth, and the last spurt landed just short of her chin, and the remnants dribbled out onto her collar bone and in her cleavage.

I fell back onto my calves. I was spent.

I looked down to see some last dribbles of cum leave my penis and leave a small puddle on Alex's stomach, dribbling down her waist.

"Natalie, hun," Alex said, "Mike's made a mess. Could you help clean up?", mimicking what Natalie had said earlier.

I watched Natalie clean my cum up from Alex, licking every last bit up from her stomach, tits, neck and face, before lying down next to her, seemingly as tired as me.

I lay down between them, each wrapping a leg around one of mine, and an arm to my shoulders, holding me in a tight embrace as we fell asleep.



Caught in the Act



It was dark. That was good. Dark suited her purpose.

The thin latch gave way easily on the first blow, the sound muffled by rag. Anne slid the window upward and climbed inside. She was in an annex just off the kitchen to the left. It was black in the house, but she'd been there before as a guest. The layout memorised, she inched toward the living room feeling her way along the wall. Round the floor hall table with the lamp, felt carpet underfoot.  Not far to go. The case of rare coins was on the far side of the room. Over ten grand's worth in coins just sitting there under glass. Not for long.

Suddenly a noise from behind and she was slammed face first into the wall. The air went from her lungs and drained her strength. She felt her assailant pull her round to face him, grab her arms and heard the metal click of the cuffs as they locked around her wrists. Her legs went from under her as her captor swung his legs knocking her off balance. Once on the ground, he pulled a rag from his pocket and used it to gag her, tying the knot securely behind her head. Helpless and still winded from the collision with the wall she didn't resist as she was frogmarched through the house to a small door built into the back wall. Taking a key from inside a small pot on a shelf nearby, the man unlocked the door revealing a set of wooden stairs descending into a room below. The man pushed her in the back and, afraid she'd tumble in the dark, Anne started walking down lest she be prodded again. Behind her she heard a click as the man found the light switch and the place became bathed in light.

It was a dungeon. The two walls Anne could see were covered with whips and canes of all shapes and sizes, all nearly arranged by size and material. Chains and ropes hung down from the ceiling throughout the whole place, suspended by beams and hooks. On the floor sat more disturbing contraptions: a wooden horse with metal hoops dug into the legs and, further to the right, a set of wooden stockings with a solid metal lock to hold the sections together. A further step revealed the presence of a sturdy metal bed, with plenty of hoops adorning each of the four bedposts. As her eyes took this in, Anne reeled back and whimpered into her gag, but two strong hands on her shoulders forced her down the stairs into the room. As she reached the bottom she heard the door above them shut with a loud thud that echoed through the chamber.

Panicked, Anne tried to run again but the man held her easily and slapped her across the face. Pulling one of the ropes from the ceiling toward him, he then reached down and fastened the clasp already tied to the end to the link between Anne's cuffs. It wasn't until her arms were pulled roughly upwards and she found herself on tiptoes to keep the metal bracelets from digging into her flesh did she realise what had happened.

"So, you though you could steal from me?" the man spoke for the first time as he fastened the end of the rope to the wall to keep Anne stretched in front of him. "Not going to happen, sweetheart. But maybe while you're here we could have a different type of fun." Slowly he stepped forward so that he was face to face with his prisoner and gently ran his hands down her sides. Anne shivered as she felt his touch and lashed out with her feet. "Now now, none of that," he admonished, easily sidestepping the kicks. "Now I'm going to have to teach you some manners." Walking out of her vision, he took a knife from a basket under the stairs and slowly walked back round behind her. Reaching around, he lightly moved his hands round her waist until he found the button at the top of her trousers. It came undone easily between forefinger and thumb.  Feeling her waistband open, Anne started thrashing again and shouting into her gag. It didn't help. Slowly she felt her jeans slide down her thighs and gather round her ankles, revealing her panties to the man behind her. Unable to shift the weight from her toes, her feet were effectively now tied together as well, as the jeans held her ankles within a foot of each other. Her t-shirt was the next to earn his attention as she felt the material around her neck tighten as he pulled it toward him and then slacken completely as he used the knife to slash downward through the cheap fabric. Once the two sides parted, he threw the blade away and simply ripped the cloth from her shoulders and arms leaving her back completely bare. She wore no bra. Putting his hands on her sides, level with her exposed breasts, he slowly ran his fingers down the girl once again until his fingers hooked into her underwear. Very gently, he continued to drag them down her body until her panties started to slide over her bottom and down her legs to join the jeans in a puddle around her ankles.

As he walked in front of her once again, Anne stared into the face of her captor. "This is going to hurt" he smiled, and went to collect one of the whips from the wall. Taking his time among his selection he eventually rejected all of them and turned back to face the bound girl before him. "This one, I think" he said and slowly undid his belt. Pulling it through the straps of his jeans he wrapped the buckle end around his hand leaving the greater length dangling in front of him. Seeing this, Anne started screaming wildly into her rag and shaking her head as furiously as her restraints would allow. Smiling calmly, he ignored her pleas and walked round behind her, dragging a single finger over her bum as he did so. "Ten to start," he announced, "get ready" and with that he landed the first blow across her smooth buttocks. To Anne the sting was like nothing she'd ever felt and her body involuntarily lurched forward with the shock of it. "One" he announced and struck her again. "Two." The second stroke was worse than the first and again Anne's whole body bucked as the heavy leather ate into her flesh. Already her wrists were painfully sore from the cuffs digging into her wrists as she kicked her legs to the blows. Being unable to kick her clothes away from her feet somehow made the humiliation and pain worse.

Eight more times the belt landed on her ass. Each time she screamed louder and swung harder on the rope that held her so cruelly on her toes, unable to escape the stinging belt. Eventually she heard her captor say "ten" and the blows subsided leaving her shaking and sobbing into her gag. She felt the man come up behind her and she tensed her body again but instead of continuing the abuse he kissed her between the shoulder blades and softly rubbed his hands down the side of her hips and around the sides of her bum. After the pain of the belt the sensation felt somehow comforting as he continued to caress her before suddenly grabbing her hips and pulling her roughly backwards into him. Moaning lightly as he ground his erection through his jeans into her ass, he worked his right hand between her thighs and upward toward her groin. He held her there for a few seconds, keeping her pressed tightly against him, enjoying the feel of her, as she stood helpless and shaking in his grasp. Still exploring the mound between her legs with one hand, his other hand travelled round to her stomach and felt her there before running up her body and over her breasts. He cupped one tightly, savouring the tender flesh and using both hands to pull her backwards again onto his erection. As he did so, he craned his neck forwards and gently bit her on the neck causing her to buck violently again with surprise.

Suddenly he let her go completely, stood back and slapped her hard on her belt-whipped ass. She shrieked again but stopped moving when she saw him walk back into her line of vision, cross the room and loosen the length of rope from the wall. As the rope slacken above her, Anne sunk gratefully to her knees but was pulled up again almost instantly and dragged across the basement to the wooden horse she'd seen on the way down the stairs. Made of wood, the horse had a padded surface but was bent in the middle in the shape of an inverted V. With the jeans and underwear still locking her legs together, Anne couldn't prevent herself being thrown over the top. Holding her cuffed hands down, the man walked round the wooden contraption and secured them to a metal link at the base of the horse with a thin piece of chain seemingly made for the purpose. Returning to the back end, he grabbed the remains of Anne's clothing and slid them off her ankles leaving the girl completely naked. Taking a couple of sets of handcuffs from the shelf nearby, he easily kicked his hostage's legs apart and secured each ankle to the legs of the horse. Anne was now completely immobilised, draped over the horse with her ass sticking provocatively up in the air and her legs wide open. Satisfied, the man stepped between her legs, leaned forward – again resting his cock on her ass so as to enjoy the feel of him powerless beneath him – reached down and ripped the gag from Anne's mouth.

"Please, please let me go" she begged immediately, tears running down her face. I'm so sorry, it'll never happen again, just please let me go."

Behind her, her captor ran his fingers over her back, admiring her hips and the red welts left on her cheeks by his belt. "Perhaps, sweetheart, but not yet" he said. "I need to make sure that you've learnt your lesson first." With that he took a paddle down from the wall. "A few taps with this should help, I think."

"No, please," Anne sobbed, "please." Then screamed as he swung the paddle into her bum. Her ass already sore, the paddle felt like fire as it slammed her body into the horse time and time again. Immediately the red lines on her backside started disappearing, merging instead into single angry red balls. The man took his time between the deliveries, allowing the helpless girl beneath him time to anticipate the next stroke. As the paddle landed, he felt mesmerised by the way her ass responded, skin rippling up and down from her buttocks to the top of her thighs and the way the impact jerked her body forwards into the padding beneath her. After twenty or so, Anne had stopped begging for him to stop and was quietly weeping when he could take no more. He had to have her. Keeping hold of the paddle, he quickly undid his jeans and freed his penis. It was as hard and ready as he'd even known. At the sound of the zipper, Anne realised what was coming and tried to brace herself, but the restraints holding her wrists and ankles made any resistance impossible. From his stance between her legs, the man bent down, laid his hand on the small of her back and without further warning buried himself into his victim.

Locked onto the horse, Anne gasped as she felt his dick slide into her and heard him moan with pleasure as he moved in and out of her. Already desperate with desire, the man was far from gentle and Anne was pounded roughly into the horse, her breasts rubbing up and down against the uneven fabric. Her ass stung like nothing she'd experienced as his hips continually crashed into her abused buttocks, allowing her no respite from the pain. Grabbing her hips with his free hand, the man began using the paddle on her again with the other, establishing a rhythm for himself that the girl was helpless to break. Each forward thrust meant another blow with the paddle, and Anne cried out with each one through clenched teeth. Beside himself with need, the girl's noises added to the rapists overwhelming pleasure and finally, he threw the paddle away and, grabbing her hips, forcefully lifted her off the ground with each thrust before climaxing into her with the greatest orgasm of his life.

Staying inside her for a while after, he enjoyed the sounds of the would-be-thief weeping beneath him before sliding out and pulling his jeans back up. From his storage shelf he took a metal-studded dog collar, reached down and fastened it to her neck. From a tap in the corner, he poured some water into a dog bowl and laid it on the floor under the nose of the bent-double woman. "In case you get thirsty," he told her. Then he walked toward the stairs, trailing his hand from her neck to the small of her back as he went, lightly smacking her bum as he left. "See you soon," he announced as he opened the door and stepped back into the house leaving Anne naked, bound, and alone.



Caught in the Act



Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He'd originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he was spending the weekend at a friend's place. 

Ten minutes after he walked out the door she stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling an urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. 

Everything about Lincoln made him the perfect housemate, except for the fact that he was gorgeous. That had proven to be a distraction. His eyes and hair were the colour of rich espresso and his addiction to running, combined with his job as a personal trainer, helped maintain a long lean body. The playful way he had about him, from his sense of humour to his relaxed personality, unfortunately pushed all the right buttons. Often.

She'd removed her bra and sat cross-legged on the couch with a Channing Tatum movie playing on TV for inspiration. Just as she really started getting into it—one hand inside her panties and the other cupping the breast she'd tugged her top down to expose—Lincoln barged into the apartment rambling about having forgotten something. 

He stopped mid-sentence and stared. His mouth opened and closed. Shocked amusement filled his eyes. 

Anna recovered first and screamed, "Oh my God, Oh, my God! Get out! Close your eyes! Stay there! Shit. Just GO!" She scrambled to yank up her top and clamped her legs together, throwing the remote at him as a distraction while she sprinted from the room.  

Embarrassment swept over her again at the memory and she wondered for about the hundredth time whether she'd ever get over it. Luckily she hadn't been calling out his name at the time. If he'd turned up thirty seconds later it would have been a different story. 

She sipped from her can of Pepsi and stirred the brown rice bubbling in the pot on the stove. It was already after seven. He'd be home any minute now. 

Her exhibitionist moment had become that elephant in the room no one dared speak about but it was only a matter of time before he cracked and brought up the subject. Since returning from his weekend away three days ago the amused glances he kept sending her way confirmed her hunch; the only reason he held back from talking about it was because it made her uncomfortable. This whole situation had become far too entertaining—for him, at least. 

Anna heard the front door open and close. He usually headed down the hall to deposit his work gear in his bedroom before he came looking for her. She took the pot of rice over to the island bench to drain while she waited for him to appear. 

Moments later he entered the kitchen, sending her a grin while he strolled across the tiled floor barefoot. She knew—she just knew every time he looked at her now he pictured that scene all over again. "Hey," he said. He wore black athletic shorts and a sleeveless red top that revealed his muscled arms. 

"Hi." Anna smiled and met his eyes briefly. "Dinner's almost ready if you want to set the table." 

His hair gleamed under the lights. He always looked so healthy and full of life while she was on the skinny side of slim with mostly unremarkable features. Her only saving graces were a plump mouth that according to her last boyfriend looked obscene when she wore red lipstick and a pair of breasts that were a little too big for her frame. 

Her job as a columnist for a teen magazine meant she sometimes worked from home so she'd thrown on an old grey t-shirt and navy yoga pants this morning. Her feet were bare and her dark-framed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. A tortoiseshell clip just barely held her messy blonde bun together at the back of her head. 

She left the drained colander in the sink, switched off the burner under the stir fry and went about serving up dinner. 

When they were both sitting in the dining room beside the floor-to-ceiling window that showcased the twinkling lights of the city, Anna speared a piece of chicken and shoved it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, then quickly replaced it with another to avoid having to talk to him. 

She wished things could return to normal between them, that they could go back to sharing their flirty banter and having fun together. They'd clicked from the moment they met. Now it was just awkward and the fault lay entirely with her. He hadn't changed a bit. Her eyes remained directed at her plate. It was only when Lincoln let out a snort of amusement that she raised her head. 

"It's natural, you know," he said. His gaze roamed her face, taking everything in. "To want to do it, I mean. Everyone does it." 

Anna closed her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it, Lincoln." 

"I know." 

She opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him. "Then why are you bringing it up?" 

"We need to talk about it." He balanced his fork on the edge of his plate. "This is serious. The tension around here's putting me off my food." 

Although it didn't help at all she still appreciated his attempt to bring humour into the conversation. "Can't we just pretend it never happened?" she said. 

"Anna, it did happen and it's not a big deal. You're just turning it into one." 

Her eyes widened. "That's easy for you to say. How would you feel if I walked in on you...pleasuring yourself?" 

"I don't know because it's never happened to me. I always go somewhere private to...pleasure myself." She heard the humour in his tone. "I've never set up camp on the couch before and just gone for it." 

Oh, my God. If the humiliation at hearing his words wasn't enough now she had the image of him all aroused to contend with, too. Anna pushed her plate away and leaned her forehead against the table. "I'm just going to bang my head here until I knock myself out, okay?" 

"C'mon." His patient amusement only made the situation that much worse. Why couldn't she be the mature one here? 

Chair legs scraped against tile then his hand wrapped around her upper arm. He tugged her reluctantly into a standing position. Knowing he wanted to talk about it rather than eat his dinner made her realise just how determined he was to fix this problem.  

She tilted her head to stare up at him, blown away by the jolt of awareness she experienced whenever she looked into his eyes. 

"Why does it bother you so much?" he asked. His brows pulled together as he studied her. 

"Is it really that hard to understand? You saw me with my hand in my panties, Lincoln. You saw my boobs, too." She turned her head and stared out the window, wishing she could be anywhere other than here...with him...talking about the first place holder on her list of embarrassing moments. 

"One boob," he corrected. "A very...very nice one." 

Her eyes flicked back to his to check whether he was making fun of her but his compliment appeared to be sincere. "Thank you," she said. 

"No, thank you." 

A reluctant smile appeared. She should have talked about it with him when it actually happened instead of leaving it to him to address the issue. It would have been a lot simpler. Still... "It just feels like I'm at a disadvantage. You saw me during a private moment. I can tell you still think it's funny. I don't like you having that over me." 

His mouth turned up at one corner. "You want me to jerk off in front of you to make things even?" 

Her stomach fluttered at the thought. Anna knew he was joking to lighten the mood but when she opened her mouth to speak the word that wanted to come out was yes. "Umm..." She sent him a tentative smile. 

He let out a laughing breath. "Ahh...I can't believe it. You actually want me to jerk off in front of you." 

Now that he'd brought up the idea Anna kept her eyes on him and her mouth shut, waiting him out. She refused to get herself in any deeper without some indication that he felt even a tiny portion of the attraction that tormented her on a daily basis. 

He watched her and the humour slowly slipped from his expression. The silence stretched on and the strain between them grew until it eventually became unbearable. His gaze dropped to her breasts as they lifted and fell beneath her t-shirt. When his eyes met hers again the intensity in them left her stunned. "If we're doing this I'll need some inspiration." 

Her breathing shallowed and her pulse raced. "Like...what?" She could barely get the words out. 

"Use your imagination." He grabbed her wrist and led her into the living room where a chocolate brown floor rug and two oversized leather couches filled most of the space. He took her over to the coffee table and urged her to sit on the edge. Lincoln positioned himself on the couch opposite her and relaxed against the back. When his attention returned to her his brows lifted. "When this is over so is all the awkwardness between us. I want the old Anna back." 

She swallowed. "Okay." Did he actually intend to go through with this or was he teasing her and making her wait for the moment where he burst into laughter? She went for something safe just to test him. Her fingers reached up to tug at the clip holding her hair in place. She pulled it free and her long blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders. "Does that inspire you?" she asked, already knowing the answer. 

He let out an amused breath. "You're gorgeous but I'm going to need more." 

She hid her pleasure at his words, at the warmth they encouraged inside her. Anna pinched the temple of her eyeglasses and prepared to take them off. 

"Leave 'em on," he said. 

Oh, so he liked the glasses? He'd never mentioned that before. She nibbled her lower lip, wondering how far to go next. Affection and tenderness filled his expression. He looked like he wanted her to keep going. The fact that he just sat there patiently waiting, his hands resting on his knees while his gaze swept over her, helped her relax. He didn't push her or tease her so she decided to make the next step more adventurous. 

Anna held her breath and gripped the hem of her t-shirt, dragging it over her torso. The bundle dropped from her slackened fingertips and she sat before him wearing only her blue lace bra and navy pants. An intense longing spread through her as she watched him watching her. 

"Now we're getting somewhere," he said. 

She heard the huskiness in his voice and shivers tickled the surface of her skin. Before she could change her mind Anna stood up and made quick work of removing her pants. "I seem to be the only one who's actually doing anything." She sat back down in her white thong, gripping the edge of the table to keep her trembling fingers steady. "Don't you have a job to do?" 

His mouth quirked with the smile she knew and loved. "Why don't you just tell me you want to see my cock?" 

Desire swelled inside her, crashing in the pit of her stomach, making her feel as if she'd just lost her footing. She met his eyes and in a voice that had turned surprisingly breathy she said, "I really want to see your cock." 

Heat flashed in his eyes. "Keep that up and you'll be doing a lot more than looking." He grabbed his top at the neckline and leaned forward, drawing it over his head to reveal his entire upper body to her for the first time. 

He'd never been one for strutting around the apartment half-naked and she regretted that the moment she set eyes on his bare chest. "Amazing." She felt a sudden urge to run her tongue over his abs. "You've got an incredible body, but I still don't see your...you know." 

He chuckled then and it thrilled her that they could find time to laugh despite the sensual nature of the moment. "You're a little eager, aren't you? Been a while?" 

"Ages." She reached behind her to the clasp on her bra. Anna flicked it open and drew the straps down her arms until they settled at her bent elbows. She kept the cups in place with her hands and sent him an expectant look. The idea of baring herself to him in this way made her heart race. He'd already told her he liked what he saw when he caught her here on the couch. That wasn't the problem. It was being almost naked and sitting just across from him while he...she had to drag in a steadying breath. 

He grinned and lifted his hips, shoving at the waistbands of both his shorts and underwear. He lowered them at the same time, stopping just before he got to the good stuff. "You sure you can handle this?" 

She watched the ridges in his stomach contract and her mouth went dry. She really wasn't sure of anything right now. "I won't be the one handling it, but I'm sure I'll enjoy watching." 

His huffed out a laugh and his thumbs stayed tucked in the top of his shorts, teasing her with the skin he had on display and the mystery of what remained hidden. "There's only one problem," he said. 

She clutched her loosened bra to her breasts. "What's that?" 

He met her eyes. "I didn't get to see you come." 

Her cheeks flushed and a quick thrill ran through her. She knew exactly what he was getting at; she'd have to be content with an unfinished show from him or join in so they could reach that peak together. The thought of him in that moment, watching that look come over his face, she didn't want to miss out on seeing it for real. "You want to watch me?" 

He gave her a half-smile. "I'd rather make you come than sit back and watch, but I'll take what I can get." 

Her heart slowed to a heavy thud. "What?" 

Lincoln shook his head and laughed. "So pretty, yet so dense," he teased. "What do you think all the flirting's been about?" 

"I just thought—I thought you flirted with all women like that." Knowing she'd jumped to the wrong conclusion made her happier than she'd thought possible. "You want to have sex with me?" Anna narrowed her eyes, staring at him. He'd better not be joking.  

"Hmm, no." His gaze travelled over her, pausing at her mouth before moving slowly down her body. He finally looked her in the eyes. "Having sex sounds so clinical. I want to fuck you." 

Ohhhh, my. She let out the breath she'd been holding. A surge of something completely and utterly carnal took hold of her. "I didn't know," she said breathlessly. "I mean, look at you...and...look at me." 

He frowned, appearing annoyed by that, as if he couldn't understand why she felt so out of her depth when it came to his physical appeal. "If you don't shut up and come over here I'm going to start wondering why I'm so hopelessly attracted to you." 

She couldn't catch her breath. Her fingers tightened around the delicate material of her bra as she took it from her breasts and let it fall to the floor. Anna shook her head slowly. "I still want to watch you," she heard herself saying. 

His gaze dropped to her bared breasts and his jaw clenched. "Better lose the panties, then."

The expression on his face made her want to kiss him. A rush of need swept through her. Her nipples tightened into sensitive buds. She pushed herself off the coffee table and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her thong. Lincoln's eyes followed her every movement and as she lowered her panties he pushed his shorts and boxers down his thighs. 

She stepped from her underwear just as he revealed his cock, inch by delectable inch. Her pulse raced. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. It was already hard and now she'd just found somewhere else on his body that she wanted to lick. 

He kicked his shorts free as Anna sat back down on the table. She perched on the edge, torn between the need to climb over him and straddle his lap or keep her distance for a better view. 

"Ladies first," he said. A muscle twitched in his jaw. His eyes burned with need. She'd never seen this side of him before. 

She lifted her feet, resting them on tiptoes while she slowly, slowly parted her knees. One hand reached behind her, her palm flattening against the table top for support. The other dipped between her thighs to tease her damp folds. Moisture coated her fingertips. She sighed, wanting to tip her head back but unwilling to lose sight of him for a second. 

Lincoln groaned and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking the thick, hard length as he watched her. His eyes slid over every part of her, from her face to her breasts, dropping between her legs like a physical caress. The veins in the back of his hand stood out. The way his fingers gripped his erection made her own move faster over her slick pussy. 

She wanted his hands on her, all over her. She wanted to feel the damp heat of his mouth as it travelled across her skin, the rigid length of him as it sank inside her. 

"I was thinking about you," she said, struggling to put the words together. "When you walked in on me, I mean." Her fingers slid over her clit, massaging the swollen bud while her gaze meshed with his. She hit a sensitive spot and closed her eyes briefly, swallowing a moan. "I'm always thinking about you." 

"Anna." She opened her eyes at the sound of her name. He let out a heavy breath that bordered on a groan, working his cock with increasing speed. The head glistened with moisture. She imagined lapping at it with the tip of her tongue. "C'mere. I want you." 

His words gave her a head rush. She drew her legs together and warmth pulsed between her thighs as she rose from her position on the table. She took the two steps that lay between them, leaning over him to bring her mouth into close contact with his. He reached up with one hand and filled his palm with her flesh, massaging her breast, teasing her nipple while his lips brushed hers. 

Anna sighed and climbed over him, hovering with her legs spread either side of his thighs. She clasped her hand around his, encouraging him to keep stroking his cock. He groaned and pressed his mouth to hers, taking control, guiding the kiss. He took it deeper, drawing it out with slow sweeps of his tongue, soft nibbles of his lips. 

He thumbed her nipple. A whimper sounded in her throat and her hand skated over her belly to delve back between her thighs. She found her wetness, teasing her hidden nub. She moaned and rocked her hips to meet the firm glide of her fingertips. The slick head of his cock bumped against her knuckles as they both pleasured themselves. 

Her control faltered and she kissed him harder, thrusting her tongue against his as her desire grew. Her hips jerked. She broke the kiss, her breaths coming heavily as she whispered, "Your cock...I wanna ride it." 

He growled and tugged harder at his thick length, using his free hand to grab a fistful of her hair at the back of her head. "Come for me first," he said, "then it's all yours." He used his grip on her hair to hold her right there and crushed his lips to hers. 

His tongue plunged into her mouth. A husky moan tore from her and she rubbed her clit, massaging, teasing...pushing herself closer to the edge. Her eyes closed tightly, her only focus to come. She needed him inside her. Now. His hard, wet cock kept sliding against the back of her hand, taunting her, urging her on. 

He seemed to sense her impending release. Either that or he was close himself. His mouth grew more demanding, his groans more frequent. Anna's fingertips increased pressure on her clit, slipping back and forth. Her other hand cupped the back of his neck, holding on. Her belly tensed and her hips thrust. 

His mouth roamed over hers, his tongue caressed. It only increased her desire, her need for him. His hand in her hair, his body beneath her, she wanted him so much. Anna pulled her mouth free to drag in a shaky breath. Her forehead rested against his. She cried out, shuddering. It flowed through her in a surge of complete bliss. Her moan, when it came, was throaty and full of pleasure. Her fingers kept rubbing, her hips jerking. 

While the final tremors still shook her body Lincoln released her hair and clasped her hips. He shoved his cock inside her, pulling her down to deepen the connection. Her back bowed and she let out a garbled sound. He filled her, harsh, fast. Her wet fingers dug into his shoulder, her other hand clutched his hair. 




Caught in the Act



His deep groan against her throat made her shiver. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and fucked her hard. Anna held on, turning her head to press her lips to his temple. Her breasts jolted against his chest. Her stomach quivered as the need built inside her all over again. 

His arm tightened around her and he lifted her, still connected with him, lowering her onto her back on the couch. He rested on one elbow, using his other hand to grasp her ass as he took her even harder. His cock plunged inside her, his hips smacking hers. Sweat-slicked skin met sweat-slicked skin. His chest brushed against her taut nipples. 

Lincoln looked into her eyes, a glint of something wild in his gaze. His mouth lifted in a half-smile. "You're so fucking hot," he said. 

Anna clenched her thighs around him, linking her ankles at the base of his spine. "Shut up and make me come." 

He nuzzled her throat and chuckled. Damned if the sound didn't make a shiver pass right through her. His pace increased, growing in intensity until she found herself having a brand new appreciation for athletic men. 

She met his thrusts with her bucking hips, tipping her head back and biting her lip. She felt it coming, the throb beginning between her thighs. Lincoln's teeth grazed her throat and it was all she needed to give her that final push. Anna gripped his shoulders and let out a hoarse moan, writhing beneath him. She was still so sensitive from the last effort that she wanted to pull away from him and get closer all at the same time. 

Her release only spurred him on. Lincoln's fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, pulling her toward his thrusts. His mouth travelled across her collarbone, moving up to her jaw. He rested his lips there, his warm breaths whispering over her as he reached his peak. Anna held on, bracing herself as he gave a couple of final, forceful thrusts, letting out a low groan as he came inside her. 

She hugged him, her arms and thighs wrapping around him to keep him close. He relaxed against her, his heart thudding hard, his breaths wrenching from him. 

Her eyes drifted closed and a smile claimed her features. She relished in the weight of him pressing against her. She couldn't believe how much had changed between them in such a short space of time. From the awkwardness this morning to this...now...Anna let out a trembling breath and pressed her cheek to his, closing her eyes to take it all in. 

A short while later Lincoln stirred against her and lifted his head. "Hi." He smiled, his eyes heavy-lidded as he lowered his mouth to give her a long, lazy kiss. She lifted her arms above her head, stretching leisurely beneath him and sighing as his lips moved over hers. 

He gave her one final soft kiss and pulled back to look her over. "We're going to have to come up with some arrangement here—housemates-with-benefits or something—because I need to do this again." 

Anna lowered her arms, hugging his neck as she squeezed her thighs around him. He was still inside her and judging by that look on his face he'd be hard again in no time. "Really? You want to do it again, huh?" She could barely keep the pleasure from her voice. 

"Yeah." He slipped his hand over her breast, massaging her flesh. "We were in such a hurry I neglected these. I want to make up for that oversight." Her breath caught and her hips lifted beneath him. He smiled. "You okay with that?" He dipped his head to draw her nipple into his mouth. 

Anna let out a sound that couldn't decide if it wanted to be a laugh or a moan. "Yeah, I think I can handle that."



Caught in the Act



There is an old saying "Appearances can be deceiving." This could not have been more true for Randy Davis, an average red blooded American male 23 year old college grad student. At first glance, most people would have him pegged as a nerdy geeky Poindexter type, with his short black hair cut like Joe Friday from the 1960's Dragnet Television series, and the personality to boot, strictly business.

Randy also wore the classic black rim glasses you would expect a nerd to wear although he did not have the piece of tape in the middle. Randy also dressed sort of nerdy wearing the white shirt and dark slacks but to his credit, he did not sport the pocket protectors.

If you were to have pegged him as some sort of computer geek or engineer, you would not be too far off. Actually Randy had finished a double major in Bio-Medical Engineering and Computer Information Systems and was in the process of pursuing a Masters Degree in Mathematics as well as getting his MBA.

Although Randy had the nerdy exterior, all was not as it seemed. Randy was equivalent to what the old school drag racers referred to as a sleeper, a car that doesn't look like too much on the outside, but under the hood there is a suped-up motor and the only thing the driver of the other cars would see would be its taillights as they struggled to keep up.

Randy had another side not too many people knew about, in that he was quite the ladies man. It wasn't that he was popular with the in crowd at the college he attended, but Randy was a hit with the ladies he escorted.

Randy started working as a male escort at age 21 and went on dates with business women who both lived and worked in the town he lived in as well as those who were in town for business trips and wanted to let their hair down. Even though some of the ladies he went out with were single, a majority(about 85 percent) were older married women in the late 30's to early 50's. 

Randy would do more than just take them to dinner, shows or the opera, he also took them to the hot night spots dancing and clubbing where they would let their hair down and engage in lots of hot dirty dancing. Afterwards, they would go back to the woman's place or a ritzy hotel and have good hot intense passionate sex.

When Randy was on his dates, he was a complete other person. The nerdy glasses were gone replaced by more hip ones or even contacts. He also dressed more upscale and in a way that would accentuate his physical attributes.

Physically speaking Randy was about 5'11" tall medium build,175-180 pounds, with the short hair as described above but when he is out on dates, it was moosed and he looked like he stepped off the pages of a man's fashion catalog or the well known prestigious magazine G.Q.

Anyhow, Randy would eventually meet Rachel a hot cute sexy 20 year old college sophomore who still lived at home with her mom, a smoking hot 42 year old divorcee MILF named Stella.

Stella was about Randy's height(5'10" tall) weighed about 140 pounds not skinny but not fat either. Unlike Rachel, she was slightly bigger maybe wore a size 12-14. She measured 40DD-30-38 and her tits were all natural and not falsies

Stella's hair was long and straight, chestnut brown and came down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were green, her lips were full and pouty like Rachel's and her legs were slender well toned dancer's legs.

Rachel was smaller and slightly shorter than Stella about 5'8" tall with slender build. She weighed about 115 pounds and measured 34B-24-34. Even though Rachel did not have the same body as Stella, she had a very pretty face and was still considered hot.

Rachel's other attributes were her wavy shoulder length chestnut brown hair that she wore it in a pony tail emerald green eyes full pouty" ruby red lips. Let's just say that a guy would have to be either blind or a fool not to want to sleep with Rachel. 

Rachel was quite popular and could have any guy she wanted. Even so, she had her sights set on Randy. She wanted Randy, because she liked brainy guys, but in reality it started off mainly because Randy could get her through her Anatomy, Chemistry and Calculus classes.

Rachel was wanting to be a nurse so she had to take these plus many more advanced science classes. Rachel had a way about her that captivated a man's soul and would hold it hostage and since she was attracted to brainy guys the attraction was mutual.

They met and they hit it off instantly and Randy agreed to help Rachel and tutor her and she promised she would go out with him and be his girlfriend. It was a deal Rachel could live with because she liked Randy and even though it started as a working relationship, over time the relationship grew into a deep intimate relationship.

Randy would come over to Rachel's house on occasion and Rachel would go over to his apartment about 15 minutes away from her house. They would kiss and neck but sexual intimacy would come later when they both knew the moment was right 

The moment would be right on a Saturday in mid April, about six weeks into the relationship. Rachel had gone to Randy's apartment like she had so many times before and Randy was helping her with human anatomy. The topic was the human reproductive system and their conversation went from clinical to fairly intimate.

They were lying on Randy's bed in his bedroom like they normally did and Rachel brought up the subject of sex. She knew Randy was experienced in sex because it had come up and she could tell by the way he kissed and some of the moves he made during their make out sessions. He knew how to kiss a woman and touch her tenderly and with lots of passion and romance 

Anyhow, Rachel asked Randy what was the naughtiest or kinkiest thing he had ever done with a woman and he confessed about being an escort and some of the things the women did and even though they were perfect well respected ladies in public, get them in the bedroom and they were wicked and trashy as a two dollar whore.

As Randy described intimate details, Rachel was intrigued and quite turned on. She probed Randy for all the juicy details and he told her. Rachel found herself getting hot and she removed her white cotton panties she had on under her light denim skirt. It wasn't long until Rachel was lying on her side fingering her pussy.

Rachel hung on every word Randy said and as Randy finished up the story she said in a panting voice "Tell me more!!"

Randy looked over Rachel and saw what Rachel was doing and suddenly he got bold. "I'll do better than tell ya hon, I will show you."

"Oh God yes baby please do," Rachel panted lustfully and raised up so that she was next to him, her forehead to his. 

Randy knew that take me look from the women he had escorted and without saying a word Rachel kissed Randy. Their kisses began as soft tender butterfly kisses and then they became more passionate going from soft kisses to deep tongue probing tonsil swabbing French kisses. One thing led to another and soon the next thing they knew, they were both naked, exploring each others bodies.

Randy would lay his muscular body on top of Rachel's soft warm body and they would embrace. Rachel's sumptuous breast felt soft against Randy's somewhat muscular hairless chest. Their limbs would intertwine and their bodies moved together as one as their passions rose.

Rachel and Randy had already taken their intimacy further than they had ever gone before. Even though even when they had made out in the past hands had fondled intimate areas, no clothes had ever come off. This was the first time and they would cross the line that they could never return from.

Randy started by kissing his way down Rachel's body. He would suck on Rachel's sumptuous breasts and Rachel would hold his head there as she nursed him. Randy moved his way down until he reached her pubic region. Rachel's legs instinctively parted and Randy went down on her nicely trimmed slightly hairy pussy.

Randy's tongue found Rachel's slit and he began eating her out. Rachel grabbed Randy's hair and held his head there and bucked her hips up fucking his face. It wouldn't be long until Rachel could feel her pussy quiver and she flooded Randy's face with her sweet sticky cream.

Rachel would then take Randy's cock in her hands and put her lips over it and go down on his rock hard tool and give him the blow job of his life. 

Randy could feel his cock swell with cum and he tried to fight it but could not stem the tide. Randy let Rachel know he was on the verge of cumming and she quit sucking and took some lotion on her tits. Rachel then took Randy's cock, placed it between her sumptuous breast and began to tit fuck him until he spunked his load all over her tits face lips and hair.

Rachel had a naughty grin like the cat that swallowed the canary. She would then suck Randy's cock until it was hard again. Rachel would then lower her pussy onto Randy's bulging tool and begin to ride him cowgirl style.

Rachel rode Randy's cock slow at first and gradually built up speed until she was riding it like a wild bronco. Rachel was like a wild woman and you would think she had never had sex before she was so excited, but Rachel lost her cherry when she turned 18 but in a way you wouldn't ordinarily think about. This will be explained later in the story.

Anyhow, they were going at it hot an heavy and Rachel could feel her orgasm build and soon Randy could feel Rachel's pussy juice trickle over his cock. Just then, she let out a yell and cried out "Oh god yes baby make me cum," and flooded Randy's cock with her sweet sticky cream. 

Randy could feel his cock swell with cum and he knew it wasn't long until he was going to spunk his load. He wanted to cum inside her but he was concerned about getting her preggers. Rachel told him not to worry that she was on the depro shot. Also her mom was a Pharmaceutical sales rep District Manager and could also get her the pill known as The morning after Pill to take after having sex to prevent pregnancy.

Randy felt more at ease and gave into the passions and let go of his monster load, sending his hot manhood deep into Rachel's hungry eagerly waiting pussy.

Randy and Rachel would also fuck doggie style and missionary style and then they would cuddle together basking in the afterglow. Rachel would not go home like she normally did that night but they would go out clubbing and then spend the night and most of the next day in hot torrid sex.

Rachel would eventually go home and her mom suspected something had happened but never could prove it. It wouldn't be until one night a week or so later that Rachel spilled the beans. Stella told her that if she ever wanted time alone to let her know and she would make herself scarce. From that time on, Rachel and Randy would not only fuck in Randy's bed but Rachel's as well.

Sex was good and hot and Stella never walked in on anything until one Saturday afternoon three weeks later. Randy and Rachel had just finished some good hot sex and they were both hungry so Rachel told Randy to help himself to something in the fridge and to bring her back something as well.

Randy was dressed in nothing but his skivvies, a pair of black briefs and Randy and Rachel figured Stella would not be back for another hour or two. Boy, were they ever wrong. As Randy was getting him and Rachel something to eat, Stella would catch him in the act.

Rachel thought Stella was not supposed to be back from her trip this early but she decided to come back ahead of schedule and take Rachel out to spend some quality "girl-time" with her daughter.

Stella would be dressed in a light pinking lavender cardigan(almost Pepto-Bismol pink but not quite) and a blue skirt that came down to about 4 inches above her knees. The shirt had ¾ length sleeves and came down to her skirt. The neck line was plunging and her sumptuous 40DD breasts were practically spilling out of the shirt.

. Stella was going to say hello to Randy but then she got an idea and a wicked devilish grin came across her lips. Stella thought to herself "I think I will have some fun with this little man!" 

It was Stella's intent to yank Randy's chain by pretending to be the "indignant mom giving hell to the guy who was fucking her sweet innocent little girl." S he snuck up behind Randy, put on her game face so to speak, and put her plan into action. 

Stella came up to Randy and cleared her throat and let her presence be known In an instant, Randy knew that Stella wasn't her normal jovial fun loving and sensual self. 

"What the hell are you doing standing in my kitchen looking in my fridge, practically naked," Stella said in a stern but quiet authoritarian matronly voice, trying to keep her voice down so Rachel didn't hear her. 

"Have you been banging my little girl," Stella added as she grabbed the back of the waist line of Randy's briefs and pulled him to her and then spun him around. 

"I have a good mind to call the cops and report you, unless you get the hell out of my house now" Stella added. 

Randy, more nervous than he had even been in his life, wondering how he could get out of this gracefully said "Well let me go get my clothes and then I'll leave."

"No sir," Stella exclaimed quietly. "You will go as you are and the sooner the better."

"What if I get stopped, how am I going to explain being naked," Randy said nervously.

"That's not my problem," Stella said sternly. "You should have thought of that before you came up in here banging my little girl, and in my own house even. Don't you even the common decency to get a motel room?."

" Well, Rachel said it was okay," Randy stammered. 

"Well it's not and if you don't get the hell out of here in 5 minutes I'll have you locked up for having sex with a minor," Stella added threateningly.

"But Rachel is twenty," Randy protested franticly "Isn't she?"

"If I( Stella stressed the word "I") tell the cops she is only 16, then who do you think they are going to believe me or some pervert I caught half naked in my house," Stella said. "So it's your choice. You can leave now embarrassed but free or be even more embarrassed when they arrest you for statutory rape and the media plasters your ass all over the six o'clock news. If I were you, I would cut my losses and get the HELL OUT when I could"

"Come on now lets be reasonable," Randy pleaded trying to smooth things over. "We can work something out cant we," Randy begged as his anxiety grew.

"No fucking way," Stella added. "I don't make deals with pervs." Then she paused stopped for a second or two then another devilish grin crossed her lips. "Well there is something you could do for me but I am not sure that you may go for it." 

"What is it, I'll do anything, just name it." Randy earnestly pleaded in a whining voice, jumping at the chance to get out of his predicament 

Stella released her tight grip on his arm and then put her arms around his neck draping her arms gently on his shoulders and pulled her body up to his.

"Being a single mom is hard having to work all the time. I don't get sex as much as I want, so I have to resort to toys, fingers and other means to satisfy my urges," Stella said. " I need my kitty scratched and petted once in a while and feel a good hard cock and a man's hot spunk inside of me so I'll make a deal with you."

"Rachel has told me about you and her and how great you are in bed," Stella added. "And before you say anything, I ran a background check on you like any concerned parent would do these days with their girl's boyfriends. I had you checked out and I know you are a male escort and you have sex with older women for money and they say you are quite good".

Randy blushed and sheepishly said "Busted," and threw his hands up in the air like you would do when a cop told you to put your hands up. "I cant hide from that one." he added "So, what do you want from me?"

"Well," Stella said in a soft sexy seductive voice as she sauntered up to Randy and put her hand softly on his chest and began gently running her hand over it. "If you would service me like you serviced my daughter and if you leave me satisfied and begging for more, then I just might let you go and forget the whole thing."

Randy was in a bind. What would Rachel think if she caught him doing her mom? But he couldn't not do it because he was afraid Stella would make good on her threat to have him arrested, so he reluctantly agreed.

"Wise choice my good man," Stella said with a grin, and with that Stella made her move.

"Shhh" Stella said as she put her index finger to her lips trying to keep it quiet and then she had Randy sit on the kitchen counter. Stella put her hand on Randy's crotch and felt his package and smiled saying "It seems my baby girl may be right." 

Stella literally ripped Randy's briefs off of him by grabbing the fly area and quickly pulling it apart until she had torn his underwear from him and tossed it to the side. Her eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning as she saw Randy's pulsating 8 inch cock fully erect and then said with a lustful moan "Oh my GOD, Rachel was right!! We are a big boy aren't we?"

Stella put her hand on Randy's shaft and closed it around his cock and began pumping it. She then knelt down in front of Randy and took her tongue and began licking around the head and up and down the shaft. She then would take Randy's cock in her mouth and go down on it sucking it like a vacuum cleaner.

Stella would suck for about five minutes or so and Randy could feel his cock swell with cum and it was all he could do to keep from cumming. He tried but could not stem the tide of pleasure and he spunked his load as Stella drank down every bit of cum.

"Now it's your turn baby to suck me" Stella purred and Stella switched places with Randy. She hiked her skirt and pulled aside her blue lace panties revealing a nicely shaved perfectly pink pussy.

Randy would go at it and Stella took his hair and held his head there and like Rachel Stella bucked her hips up and fucked his face. It would take about five to ten minutes but soon Randy would have Stella moaning in pleasure gasping for breath and she would cum, flooding Randy's face with her sweet sticky cream.

Stella got up and said to Randy "I want you to take me from behind fully clothed as I lean on the counter." With that Stella raised her skirt up and Randy thrusted his cock into her pussy from behind and began fucking her.

Randy started slowly and gradually built up speed but Stella wanted it hard fast and heavy. 

"Bang me hard and fast baby," Stella moaned in a breathy voice. "Take me, ravish me!! I want you to treat me like the nasty little trashy whore that I am."

Randy would fuck her hard and fast and hard as they tried they couldn't keep it quiet.

Stella was screaming at the top of her lungs "Oh god yes Randy baby Fuck mommy, make mommy cum."

This would definitely get the attention of Rachel who was now past wondering what was taking Randy so long in the kitchen and she came in to find Randy and Stella in the throngs of passion, Stella creaming on Randy's cock and Randy spunking his load deep into Stella's eagerly waiting pussy. 

Rachel was dressed in a striped sweater shirt with mauve, dark grey, light cream yellow, and light grey stripes. The shirt had a low cut v-neck Henley type collar and the top two buttons were undone. The shirt also had ¾ length sleeves.

Rachel was also wearing a pair of white cotton panties and her hair was down gathered on one side of her neck. She had her arms out elbows bent and palms up and a look of shock and disgust on her face as she would be saying "what the hell?" but she didn't say a word but let out an "uhhh" and Stella and Randy knew they had been busted.

Randy was mortified. He had a look of horror on his face. He knew he was busted and probably in deep shit worse than with Stella when she had caught him. At least Stella hadn't caught Rachel and him in the act.




Caught in the Act



His mouth was gaped open and he had put his hands in the air palms down as if to say "Look let me try to explain," but how was he going to explain having his cock buried inside his girlfriend's mom's pussy.

Stella knew Rachel and knew that she may have been ticked off but she also knew it would intrigue her. She was somewhat surprised too, with her mouth open but her look was more happier than Randy's. 

Stella had Randy remove his cock then Stella calmly and confidently walked over to where Rachel was standing. Rachel had her arms crossed and a look of both disgust and betrayal was on her face as if she was saying "Mom, how could you?"

"Come on sweetheart don't be upset," Stella said as she smiled at Rachel. "I wasn't trying to steal your boyfriend, honest, I was just giving him a test drive as they say."

"Yeah like you've done so many times before and they end up leaving me for you," Rachel said in a half sullen half pouty voice.

"Busted, and guilty as charged," Stella said. "I know that in the past I have tried to steal your guys but you see I am a woman with needs too honey and I saw an opportunity to get them met. I like to have my cat scratched as well, but I promise this time was different Maybe it will help if I explained."

Stella went on to tell Rachel how she caught Randy in the kitchen and how she had pretended to threatened to have him locked up if he didn't leave and then the deal they struck that if Randy would service Stella, she wouldn't carry out her threat.

"You got to admit its kinda comical don't you think,' Stella said with a smile putting her hand on Stella's face and softly stroking her hair.

Rachel was unmoved at first but then she couldn't help but smile as she thought about it.

"That's my girl, Stella said and she gave Rachel as soft kiss on the lips and this is when Randy would find out just how close Rachel and her mother really were.

As Stella kissed Rachel, Rachel melted and began to embrace Stella and their kisses deepened and their bodies pressed together.

"Now don't you feel better," Stella asked Rachel softly.

"Yes," Rachel said as she smiled lovingly.

"And is all forgiven?" Stella added.

Rachel just smiled and nodded her head. "Oh mom I could never stay mad at you I love you too much," and with that she hugged Stella.

"But what about Randy, you probably scared him off I bet," Rachel said anxiously.

"No I don't think so" Stella replied as she motioned her head over her shoulder to where Randy was sitting at the table in the dining room taking in what was going on, perplexed but still intrigued.

"I think if I had scared him off he would have taken the first opportunity to cut and run," Stella said calmly. "By still being here I think he is at least intrigued at what he has seen and he may just be willing to go along with a little plan I have come up with."

"What plan is that," Rachel asked hoping she was right but not exactly sure. It's not the plan that..." and before she could finish Stella was smiling.

"Yep," Stella said smiling wickedly with a devilish grin finishing the sentence for Rachel. "The plan that we talked about when we agreed we would like to share a guy together and treat him to a threesome he would never forget."

"Oh mom that would be so delightfully wicked and naughty," Rachel said with a smile. "But do you think he will go for it?"

"I think so," Stella said confidently. "It may take some gentle coaxing, but with the right moves I think he will come around. However I think in order for it to work better you might want to let him know you're not still mad at him. You aren't are you?"

"No," Rachel said then smiled just a little shocked but I must confessed if I was in his shoes I would have more than likely done the same thing."

"Come on sweetie lets go put our plan in action," Stella said and with that she and Rachel walked hand in hand to where Randy was sitting.

Randy had not been able to hear Rachel's and Stella's conversation but he knew by the expression on their faces that they had made up and he was pretty sure also by the kiss he had seen them locked in.

"Now Rachel, I think someone needs to know that he is no longer in the dog house," Stella said playfully. "He is forgiven too isn't he," Stella added.

As serious as Rachel tried to look and as hard as she tried to pretend she was still angry with Randy, she couldn't hide the laughter, and it showed on her face.

"Yeah, I guess so," Rachel replied with a smile. "I forgive him. Besides who else am I gonna get that is smart enough to pull me through these classes," and with that she gave a naughty wink at Stella.

"Well sweetie, why don't you tell him he is out of the dog house," Stella said sweetly. "After all, he looks so pitiful sitting over there all alone."

"Come here Randy baby," Stella said smiling. "Come on baby it's okay. Rachel isn't mad anymore," Stella added coaxingly like a person would who was trying to coax a timid animal to them to be petted. 

Randy sheepishly came over and Stella put her arm around him. She then told them to "kiss and make up" and Rachel would initiate the kiss and it would be a long deep sensual tongue probing tonsil swabbing kiss. The kiss was so passionate that if you had just came into the room, you would never had known anything was wrong.

"Now isn't that much better," Stella said smiling. "Now that things are okay, why don't you show me how you suck Randy's cock," "Stella said positioning Rachel in front of Randy so that she was on her knees and her mouth was right below Randy's hard cock. "I wanna see how skilled my little girl is with a real live one."

Rachel wasted no time in taking Randy's pulsating cock in her hand and licking around the head and kissing it, then taking it all the way in. Rachel would suck Randy's cock like a pro and Stella was amazed and impressed.

"Ooooohhhh baby, I taught you well," Stella said with pride and that caught Randy off guard.

"You told me you were a virgin and had never been with a guy before," Randy said half confused. "Now I find out you have sucked cock before. Was I really your first?"

Rachel sensing Randy's confusion explained what Stella was talking about. 

"Well, yes you were my first, guy, that is," Rachel said 

Randy was even more confused and had the look a dog would give you when it turns its head sideways.

"You see, mom here was my first lover," Rachel said. "Mom taught me everything I know and when I said that I was still a virgin, well I meant that in a technical senses in that I have never fucked a guy before but mom and I have fucked many a time using strap ons and double headed dildos."

Randy was intrigued and Rachel continued on sucking his cock. Stella would then join in and soon both ladies would be giving him a blow job that would blow his mind and curl his toes. 

After Randy blew his load on Stella and Rachel's lips, Stella smiled at Rachel and with a naughty grin said "Well sweetie, shall we rock his world?"

"Oh most definitely," Rachel replied and with that they took Randy by the hand and led him to Stella's bedroom

Rachel and Stella would go at Randy. First both of them would suck his cock until he spunked his load on their faces. Then each one would take turns fucking him in a number of positions. 

Randy would take them doggie style, cowgirl style, spoons style and missionary style. They would fuck well into the afternoon and it would be almost early evening when they both finished with him.

Randy was thoroughly exhausted, his dick was rubbed raw and it even hurt to walk but it was well worth it. All three of them would get dressed go to dinner and then to a club for some hot dancing. After that, they would start round two and make hot sweet monkey love into the wee hours of the morning

Randy would move in with Rachel and Stella and all three of them would have an interesting love triangle going on. Sometimes Randy would make it with Rachel only and other times it would be just him and Stella. Either way he wasn't complaining. Little did Randy know that when Stella caught him in the act that it would not turn out to be the worst day of his life like he initially thought but it would have its benefits.



Caught in the Act



Wilda sat plain faced embarrassed and ashamed but not being able to charm her way out of this situation she sat still head down eyes closed and mouth shout.

The police officer looked at the young man in the driver's seat. He was barely of age to drive. Fuzzy faced no enough facial hair to shave yet. He was a big boy though the officer had to give that to this eighteen year old high school drop out.

The officer held his drivers licenses of the young man. The officer said "William is this your correct address?"

The embarrassed boy said "Yes Sir."

The office said "Then William I suggest you get out of the car and walk home since its only around the corner. Mrs. Stark can drive her own car home." 

The boy was out of sight in two seconds flat.

"Mrs. Stark can I see your drives license? Please."

Wilda looked up her eyes were wet with tears. She nodded rooting in her hand bag. She handed the officer her driver's license.

The office said "Why don't you get out and come around to this side of the car Mrs. Stark?"

Wilda straightened up pulling her open blouse together and pushing her rather generous breasts back into her bra. The officer noticed bit marks on her full large breasts. He smiled and said nothing. 

Wilda came around to the divers side and stood there waiting for the police officer to allow her to get in he car. He stood there and looked at her rater unruly hair and twisted clothing. 

He said "It says here you sixty four Mrs. Stark. Do you mind if I ask why you would want to have oral sex with a teenager?"

Wilda said nothing. 

The officer said "If I take you in to the station you know it will come out in the papers and may even get on TV. There is a member of the press on call at the station twenty four seven just waiting for this kind of a story." 

Wilda said "Please don't do that. I would die from embarrassment."

The officer said "Will you tell me how and why this happened?"

Wilda looked up into two deep black eyes. He seemed to be interested in what she had to say not so much into making her feel any worst than she already did. 

Wilda said "William works for me part time doing my lawn and garden. Today was pay day and I did not have enough money on hand so I asked William to drive me to the bank. I hurt my foot the other day and did not want to drive. I walked in the bank while William waited out side. As I came out I tripped and William caught me. His hand clasped over my breast and some how that sent a wave of nausea through me. William drove me here and I told him to stop as I was feeling ill. He came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. 

I was about to get out when I saw William was aroused. 

I'm a widow and have not been with a man in over five years. Something came over me and I felt like I had to touch him. I don't know why. I've not felt the need for a man in so many years I thought I had lost that feeling altogether. But I guess not.

Any way William was standing there just inches away and I took hold of his erection through his cut off jeans. I know he was surprised as much or more than I was. 

But he let me touch him. It has been so long. I massaged his erection and it grew longer and harder. I got more aroused as I felt it in my hand. I was about to unzip his jeans when we were interrupted. 

So William got back in the car. He was excited and unzipped his jeans for me. I've always been very oral and could not help my self. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I don't remember a thing after that until you came up and caught us. William was just about to explode when you stopped him. It was a shock to me and I'm so embarrassed. I know I should not have acted that way and I have no reason for it. It just happened. I'm sorry. Now what do we do?"

The officer said "How's your foot do you feel well enough to drive your self home?"

Wilda said "I think so it not far and I think I can make it okay."

The officer said "Tell you what I'll do. You follow me and we'll stay on the alley way all the way to your house. I'll go slow and you just follow along behind me. Can you do that?"

Five minutes later the police car was parked in the alley behind Wilda's home and she had pulled in the back yard parking to the side of her garage. 

Wilda said "Thanks you." She looked at his name tag and said "Officer Wheaten. I don't know how to thank you. Can you come in for a minute?" 

He said "I tell you what. I'll be off duty in two hours. What say I stop back by and check on you on my way home? How would that be?"

Wilda looked into his deep black eyes and saw a rising passion and she knew why he wanted to stop back by. She had not completed the job on young William and she still felt the need to do something for this handsome kind police officer. 

So she told him she would have the back door open and for him to just come on it. 

Grover Wheaten stood in front of the wall mirror in the Men's locker room at the police station. He had just stepped out of the shower. Grover stood six foot two inches. Two hundred and ten pounds. Fully muscled from head to foot. Grover worked out four days a week. He was in great shape except for one thing. His cock did not work very well. He was not totally impotent. He could get an erection if the stimulation was strong enough. It seemed he needed to use as many of his senses as he could at the time to get and maintain an erection. He liked to watch his female partner masturbate while she used her mouth on him. He liked to lead up to sex slowly and talk about sex using the dirty little words that made it sound erotic. He liked for his partner to read sex stories while he masturbate. If he got a full erection he wanted to be sucked off and watch his partner suck and swallow as his cum. Sometimes he could stay hard long enough to fuck before he lost his hard on. 

He was hoping that his forth coming evening with Mrs. Stark would be exciting enough for her to suck him off before he lost his hard on. He was well hung but if it did not work then size meant little. He had felt something when she was telling him why she had been giving the young man a blow job. Grover watched this older lady with the big tits and generous mouth talk and he thought she could suck his cock and make him cum. He really felt she could. 

He slipped on jeans with out underwear. A pull over T-shirt and sandals with out socks. He grabbed his gun and other equipment and headed for his car. 

As promised the back door was open. Grover walked in with out knocking. 

Once inside he saw a glass of wine on the kitchen table with a note that read "I'm in my bedroom on the second floor. Bring the wine and come up."

He heard the music and saw the dim light coming from a door way at the front of the house. 

He paused to take in the sight before him. Mrs. Stark was naked sitting up on pillows. In her hand was a glass of wine. She was smiling at him. In her other hand was a pink vibrator she was pressing it between her legs. The low hum was audible. Walking to the side of the bed he stood looking at her large breasts and smiling face. 

"I see you've started with out me?" He said.

"Not really just warming up for the real thing." She said.

Grover dropped his trousers and pulled off his shirt. 

Naked he stood there letting her take in this sight of his long thick limp cock. 

"My you do have a handsome cock. I bet you want me to suck it like I was doing for young William?"

Grover could not have wished for more. This lady was doing just the right things to get him aroused and hopefully hard enough to fuck this plump old lady. 

He said "Tell me again how it was for you when you were sucking William's cock. Did you like the feel of his cock in your mouth? Do you like to suck cock?"

Wilda smiled and said "You like to hear the details don't you? Is that what it takes to get this (she reached out taking his cock in her hand) lovely cock hard?"

Grover smile and said "It will help. It just takes a little extra to get me started sometimes."

Wilda took the vibrator from between her legs and rubbed it up under his cock with the tip touching his balls. Wilda said "What can I do to help?"

"Tell me you like to suck young cock. And tell me you're a cocksucker." He said.

"I see. I love to feel a young hard cock slowly fucking me in the mouth. I like to feel the cock getting harder as it slides deeper into my mouth. I love to suck cock. I'm a cocksucker and always have been. I really get off feeling a cock in my mouth."

Grover reached down pulling her head closer to his cock. Wilda opened her mouth and took the growing head into her mouth. "Tell me you like to suck big cocks."

"I love to suck big long thick cocks. Just like your is now."

"Was that the first time you sucked William's cock?"

She had already told him it was but she suspected that he wanted to hear something else, like the truth. So she said "No I've sucked his young hard cock many times. 


I like the taste of his cum and the feel of his cock jerking as he comes in my mouth."

Grover felt his cock growing hard. He said "Tell me you like to fuck too." 

"I love to fuck. I love to cum when I feel my lover cum in my cunt." She said.

Grover said "Do you like to take a cock up your plump ass?"

Wilda said "Oh, yes I love the feel of a thick cock pushing up my ass. Do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

Grover shook and said "God I'm so hot. Suck me off. Let me see your face as I cum. I want to see my cock throb in your mouth as I cum. I'm almost there. Suck it baby suck me off. Here I cum."

Wilda pushed the vibrator up inside her pussy and sucked as much of Grover's cock into her mouth as she could. The first spurt was thick, salty and the smell was pungent. 

Wilda looked up so Grover could see his cock jerk in her mouth as he shot cum. Wilda milked his cock making him cum even more. 

Grover squealed "Oh, you cocksucker suck me, suck my cock. What a great cock sucker you are."

Grover was still hard as he pulled back. He pushed Wilda down on her back and got between her legs. He found her pussy wet, hot and ready for him. Plunging into her pussy was the greatest feeling he had had in a long time. What a magnificent cunt this old broad had. He rammed down hard and fast. Grover felt Wilda tighten her pussy around his cock. He had not been this hard in years. He rammed faster and when he was nearly ready to cum for the second time Wilda cried out. "Fuck me. I'm cummng. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Grover had not cum so much in ages. He thought he would not stop coming as she milked his cock with her pussy muscles. Grover felt a wave roll over him as he passed out.

When Grover came to Wilda was sitting on the side of the bed washing his cock with a warm soft cloth. 

"I guess you liked that?" She said.

"Grover said "I've never had climax like that in my life. You're great and that was the best fuck I've had in a long time."

Wilda said "I suspected you needed a little help the way you were asking me questions earlier. I once lived with a man for a few years that needed the same kind of help. He loved to have me talk dirty to him to keep him hard long enough to cum in me. He was one hell of a lover and he made me climax every time. He always wanted me to tell him how much I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. That was some thing he wanted to do but never did. However I'm not cherry there either. Not any more. William took care of that a few weeks ago."

Grover said "So you had sucked his cock before. It was not the first time when I caught you in the act?"

Wilda smiled and said "No. But I thought if I told you it was the first time you might give me a brake and not say anything or arrest me. "

Grover said "Have you ever thought of maybe taking on two guys at the same time?"

"Oh, yes." She said "Every time I suck William off here in my bed I use the vibrator making believe it's another cock fucking me while I suck him off."

Grover said "Think about it and maybe we can have a nice threesome next time."

Wilda said "So you want to come back again?"

Grover said "Why not? You're a fine fuck and a great cocksucker. And I think you're pretty good looking too. 


Even with out my cock in your mouth. You're not too bad for an old broad." He laughed. So did Wilda.

Grover took another shower when he got home. This time he got a hard on all by its self. God that felt good. He was thinking of watching young William fucking her while she sucked his cock. Or maybe watch his cock sliding up her ass as she sucked Williams' cock. This could be the start of something great. He was hoping.



Caught in the Act



Robin and Suzy, a young couple in their mid-twenties, had been working for an oil company in Pakkar for over six months. Robin was a good looking guy who really made an effort to get on with everyone, whilst Suzy didn't need to; her body did it for her. Attractive, tall with shoulder length blonde hair and slim with a generous bust and long legs, she had a body to kill for. They had everything, a well-paid job, nice house, and car and really counted themselves lucky.

The company they worked for employed people all over the world, anywhere there was oil. Job opportunities popped up from time to time and they had chosen to work in Pakkar, a comparatively recent ex-colonial country. What made it unusual and desirable was It was bilingual with everyone speaking Pakkay or English or in most cases both.

The country had undergone a revolution around twenty years ago with a religious fundamentalist uprising. Followers of Fatar had acquired arms and had managed a coup, throwing out their colonial overseers. The new government had been quick to realize its huge oil reserves and had made sure it kept the lion's share of the profits of any partnership they took on with companies from the west, and there were plenty willing and eager to come and drill here. The country whilst modern had ancient religious beliefs, but this didn't stop people like Robin and Suzy from living here.

They had been working in the country for about a year and enjoyed the work even though it was hard. When the company needed them they had to go no matter what time of day or night, so after ten twelve hour day's straight, they felt they deserved a break. Although aware of the strict religious and social rules regarding alcohol and dress, especially for women in public, they decided just for once to risk it and find a private beach and have a swim. Then afterward have a picnic and enjoy a bottle of wine they had smuggled in and saved up. They set off early in the day before the heat became unbearable, without a care in the world and drove to a secluded beach that had been recommended by their maid. They were surprised at the suggestion as the maid was usually abrupt and had little time for their western ways, regarding them both as barbarians so to suggest somewhere they might swim was quite unusual.

The weather was fine and after driving a half hour out of town, they saw a sign to Al-Maquiri Beach and underneath in smaller writing something in Pakkay which of course meant nothing to them. They made their way down a dirt road and after driving through a dense group of trees found a small enclosed small cove, with another sign indicating this was Al-Maquiri Beach and again some more Pakkay underneath. It was completely deserted, and they had passed no habitation within miles of the place, it looked promising.

The sand for once was almost pure white and the waves caressed the shoreline creating a postcard picture reminding them of home in Australia. To each side were high cliffs so the only access was down the road they had driven, it was ideal. Martins wheeled in the up air currents over the cliffs, whilst gulls fought over some scrap on the shoreline.

They unpacked the car, taking out a hamper and rug before walking down to a small and surprizingly well-kept patch of grass in front of the small beach. After laying out the rug, and looking at each other nervously, they laughed and slipped out of their outer clothes and stood in their swimmers. It was the first time since arriving that Suzy had felt the warmth of the sun on her bare skin something she sorely missed.

Her bikini was a small red affair, that she had bought specially to show off her body to her husband, and he certainly liked it. She knew it was tiny, a bit naughty and very revealing, but you were only young once. She also liked to tease other men with her body as well, enjoying their admiring looks getting a little bit of a turn on. The top comprised of two tiny triangles held by strings whilst the bottom was a small thong which only just covered her trimmed pale blonde pubic hair. Having it on today after such a long time felt wonderful. Robin had his blue board shorts on and together they strolled into the water, enjoying the freedom so taken for granted in the west. Her generous D cup breasts thrust against the red material, bouncing around as they played in the surf, whilst her near naked buttocks flexed as she jumped and ran.

Robin was in heaven; he loved the red bikini and could feel his cock stiffen as he watched her almost naked body frolic in the water. The cool water had perked up her nipples that were clearly outlined through the thin material of her top.

After a while they returned to the beach and after drying themselves by lying in the sun, opened the hamper and took out some food and the cold bottle of white wine. They talked about the beach and how wonderful it was to be free from the stupid rules imposed on the people here. Suzy was always amazed about the customs especially regarding the women who were no better than slaves and had no rights at all. They were nearly always confined to the house and when let out were covered from head to toe, she had never met any at work. Suzy had even heard rumors they were used as sex slaves but no one had any real information regarding this. Westerners were excluded from Pakkar social information, and lived in an isolated world.

The wine tasted wonderful and after two glasses Suzy could feel her inhibitions starting to drop.

She smiled at Robin and reaching behind her back untied the bikini top and let it fall exposing her naked nipples to his gaze. He smiled back and reaching over stroked them with his fingers. His cock was hard now.

Suzy untied the strings to her thong and slipped it off, she was completely naked. She loved showing him her body especially outside where there was always the risk of being caught no matter how slim. She moved over to him and after pushing him back on the rug, undid the buttons on his shorts and slid them down to his knees exposing his stiff cock.

"Who's a naughty boy, eh?" she laughed as she stroked the hard shaft.

Robin moaned as she stroked the tip of his cock before running her fingertips lightly over his scrotum. After teasing him for a while she knelt down and slowly let his cock enter her mouth. She knew not to excite him too much otherwise he would come in her mouth. So after a short while she climbed on top of him and as his hands went to fondle her breasts, guided his cock into her wet vagina and slid down on it.

She was so excited, being naked in the sun. The fresh air and the idyllic setting pushed all her right buttons. She moved up and down slowly, feeling his cock sliding up and down. Her breath became shallow as she panted at the growing excitement. They were both lost in the moment, and it did not take long for both of them to suddenly and urgently forced themselves together as his cock responded to her vaginal spasms and they climaxed together.

"That was wonderful," she said breathlessly.

"It certainly was," a deep guttural voice broke the silence of the beach. They started, their eyes suddenly wide, as they had not noticed the four men who had crept up on them from behind Suzy.

Suzy shrieked and crouched down covering her breasts and crotch whilst Robin rolled over and stood up as he quickly pulled up his shorts. She continued to crouch over trying to hide herself feeling Robin's semen starting to ooze out of her vagina.

"Stand up." the man spoke as he pulled Suzy to her feet his hand on her arm. "I am Captain Musala of the state police" he showed them a wallet with a badge, "and you are under arrest for violating this sacred place."

Suzy didn't know what to do; her bikini lay where she had dropped it along with her clothes but the Captain was standing in the way and still had hold of her.

"Hands on your heads, both of you, quick or my men with force you to." The other men moved aggressively closer to the couple. One had a video camera hanging loosely in his hand.

They did as he commanded; Suzy now completely exposed to the men who grinned at her discomfort. They were made to stand like this whilst the man went through their hamper and clothes checking everything. He then opened her bag, examining her passport, before placing it in his top pocket.

"This is a sacred place dedicated to our great prophet Al-Maquiri; did you not read the signs? You have besmirched his memory with your fornication."

He looked down at the Suzy, where Robin semen was running down her thighs, "You, whore, go and clean yourself, before we go," he directed her to the sea, "and be quick about it, run."

Suzy hasten to obey her face bright red from the embarrassment of both her nakedness and the stickiness of Robin's come on her thighs. She knelt down in the surf rubbing her fingers outside and in her genitals, cleaning off the mess, before standing and running back to the men, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest as she struggled up the soft sand.

Robin now stood in his board shorts looking worried, as the Captain handed her the bikini. The men watched as she tied the strings adjusting the triangles of cloth to cover her nipples and genitals. Her other clothes were held by one of the men and it did not look as if he was going to hand them over. She was then cuffed protesting that she wanted to get dressed, but they laughed and said she looked fine for a whore. She wondered why only she was cuffed as they must both be guilty of whatever crime they had committed.

The men gathered up the bottle and hamper and after folding the rug walked both of them up to their car.

There was another car a little way up the road explaining why they had not heard it over the sounds of the surf. Robin was placed in their car with two of the men whilst Suzy against Robin's protestations was taken up the road to the other car. She was placed in the back with the man in charge whilst his assistant got into the driver's seat. The seat was cool and smooth against her naked buttocks.

Her car set off and turning to look out of the back window, she could see the other car following them along the track. She felt awkward and exposed dressed just in her bikini, and her cuffed hands prevented her from sitting properly, forcing her barely covered chest out.

The Captain stared at her as she slid over to her side to get as far away as she could. His eyes slid from her face down her body over her breasts and down to her crotch.

"You are very beautiful Mrs. Jones; your husband must like fucking you often eh? How many times a week does he fuck you?"

Suzy didn't know what to answer and kept quiet,

."Don't be shy, with breasts like these he must be permanently stiff." he said as he leant over and after; putting one hand on her throat forcing her head back grasping the front pulled her bikini top up allowing her breasts to fall free from their constraint, leaving her completely exposed. She tried to struggle but his hand on her throat prevented her from escaping his touch. His attention returned to her breasts where he squeezed first one then the other as she tried to squirm free.

"Lovely, now tell me how many time does he fuck you? Tell me or I will remove the bottoms as well. Is she not good eh Mohammed?"

Suzy squirmed as he continued to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples.

"Two, three, I don't know I don't keep count." she squeaked as he continued to fondle her breasts, whilst the man driving watched in the mirror.

"You may be counting in the near future," he said cryptically.

He sat back allowing her breasts to hang free, enjoying the sight of them trembling as they drove over the rutted road.

They reached the main road and the car sped up along the smooth bitumen, Suzy looked out of the window trying to avoid looking either down to her naked breasts or the Captain. He leant over again and grasping her around the throat with one hand again pushing her back on the seat whilst the other slid down the front of her thong. Suzy was helpless to resist as his fingers probed her sex, rubbing up and down before one forcing itself inside her vagina.

"Stop it." she gasped as she tried to move away from his invasion.

He let her go and she then stared horrified as he undid the front of his trousers and after feeling around pulled his cock out to stand erect in his lap where he ran his hand up and down its length.

"Two or three times, look at me, just your tits on view and I'm hard already, with a whore like you for my wife I'd be fucking you all day." he said as he continued to fondle his cock.

"Now I have a proposition to make, you suck my cock and I'll be kind to you when we reach the station, and I'll let you keep your swimsuit on, otherwise I will rip it off now. Can you imagine having to walk about with no clothes on at all, in front of everyone and all of them men. There is only one holding cell and it is for men and women. It is no place for a westerner like you, just imagine being held overnight naked with twenty men. Two or three fucks, it would be more like twenty and then they'd be back for seconds, eh Mohammed?"

He sat back and fingered his cock some more, it was now fully erect, the tip bright purple. Suzy was horrified, suck his cock, the thought revolted her, but then the thought of being made to parade amongst these men completely naked or worst the cells was even more appalling. Suzy considered her choices, humiliation here in front of two men, or in front of many? What was she to do; this man had her completely in his control?

She looked down at the stiff cock and against her will felt herself leaning over.

"That's right whore, wrap your lips around It." he said as Suzy leant closer appalled to think of what she was about to do, but knew she had little choice. She leant over further, seeing every vein standing out on the stiff member. Her lips opened and she slid down on the Captains cock letting it fill her mouth. He cupped her left breast squeezing it as she moved her head up and down, the edge of his cock head rubbing against her tongue. She knew the driver was watching her debasement, but she was powerless here.

Her head nodded up and down as she slid the ridge of his cock head across her tongue.

"That's a good whore, deeper," he thrust her head down making her gag as his cock touched the back of her throat. And then he came, filling her mouth with his musky cum. She tried to rise off the spurting shaft but he held her head tight as the spasms slowed.

"Swallow it all whore, don't you dare spill any."

Suzy was almost in tears as the cock shriveled back to its normal size and she pulled herself up, back onto the seat gasping and retching. She tried to create enough saliva to clean the filth out of her mouth.

"Very good, we are almost there," he spoke as he slipped his cock back into his trousers. She sat still, stunned by what she had done.

"My top, you said you'd replace it." She pleaded.

"Ah yes, of course," he moved the tiny triangles pulling them down and forcing her generous breasts back into them, until the nipples were once more covered.

The car drove up to an impressive modern building with a set of wide steps and stopped. The Captain got out and reached in to help Suzy still handcuffed awkwardly climb out. She was hustled up the steps in full view of the men coming out of the building who feasted their eyes on the nearly naked female westerner. As she was about to enter the building through revolving doors she could hear another car arriving and looking back could see Robin also being escorted out of their car and up the steps.

The Captain held her arm and waited whilst Robin caught up. He then led them both into the building, nodding and acknowledging colleagues who stood and stared at them, or rather at Suzy. They were led into a small bare room with a table and three chairs, along one wall were windows looking onto the corridor they had just walked along.

"Can I have my clothes?" Suzy asked the Captain.

"Why? You are a whore and are dressed as one, so you will stay like that"

The Captain ordered one of the men to stay with them and left.

""Are you alright?" Robin asked softly.

Suzy was determined to put on a brave face and not break down into tears and worry Robin any more or tell him about her humiliation in the car.

"I'm fine. I wonder what happens now?" she said her voice quavering.

"I've no idea, we'll just have to try to get them to see sense, and we are foreigners after all so they have to let us talk to our embassy."

The time dragged by and a crowd clustered around the windows looking in at the scantily dressed western woman as word had got around the building of her predicament. Suzy did her best to cover herself but as she was still cuffed she was next to helpless. Robin could not help either as he only had his board shorts on, and any requests for more clothes were met with a refusal.

The Captain returned and ordered Suzy to her feet. Robin stood as well and started to try to talk to him and explain they needed to talk to their embassy. And to insist the Captain release Suzy. 

The Captain held up his hand to silence him, "This is a religious matter, and your embassy will not get involved," the Captain spoke. "I will take your whore in front of the Mentars now and they will decide her fate."

"What about me?" Robin insisted, "I was also there and must be tried as well?"

"Foolish man, of course not, your woman holds all the guilt, our laws are very strict on that matter, now we must go, the Court of Mentars await us. You can go or stay here and await the decision it is up to you."

"I'll stay, Suzy be brave. I'll sort something out whatever happens."

Suzy was close to tears as the Captain escorted her out the office and down the corridor, her husband and the small security he offered seemed to disappear like the morning mist as the full implication of what was happening hit her. The men she passed stared at her barely covered breasts jiggling about as she was dragged towards her fate.

She was led into a large room where four men sat behind a table littered with papers. To one side were two rows of benches and occupied by another ten men. Three others stood behind the four men at the front. They were all dressed in traditional clothes and there were no women. She was led to stand in front of the table as the sound in the room rose as they stared at her standing almost naked in front of them, they had never witnessed a westerner so skimpily dressed. Rather than cower down Suzy stood erect and proud.

"Ah what have we here Captain Musala, a western whore eh?"

"Yes sir, we caught her fornicating on the beach of Al-Maquiri." There were gasps from the assembled crowd. "We have video footage of her sins; do you wish me to show it to the court?"

The main spokesman on the bench nodded, Suzy thought a little too enthusiastically.

The Captain turned to one of the men who had been with him on the day and nodded. There was a screen at one side of the four men showing a religious symbol. The man placed a card from his video camera in the side of a computer and after tinkering on the keyboard for a moment the screen changed to show the beach where Suzy and Robin had picnicked. It panned across and down and there they were, she was naked and riding Robins cock. The view zoomed in and the assembled men watch transfixed as Suzy vagina was shown wrapped around Robins cock. For a short time the video played showing their activities, until one of the Mentars told the Captain to stop it. The room erupted in noise. Suzy could feel her face burning with the shame of knowing these strangers had seen her copulating.

"We have seen enough, the whore is obviously guilty, what is her punishment?" One of the men on the bench declared.




Caught in the Act



The four men talked together as the crowd continued to watch and wait. Suzy felt increasingly nervous, she was aware that they stoned women here for some crimes.

It was not long before the men on the bench sat back and one of them started to speak. 

"For your sins you will you will receive 3 strokes with the cane and will remain in custody until you have completed one month's community service at the city Peniletensionary."

Suzy breathed a sigh of relief, they were not going to stone her and one month's community service did not sound too bad at the Penitentiary. She felt her stiff body relax for the first time since her arrest

And she would have to bear the physical punishment. The thought appalled her but she had attended a boarding school where corporal punishment was still given out in extreme cases. There she has been caned for smoking, and can remember it was painful but not unbearable.

"Yes sir I'm very sorry we didn't know the beach was sacred, and will do my best to serve you and work off my punishment."

"I'm sure you will satisfy our demands whore." He chuckled, "Of course there are no special rules applying to western whores here. You will be punished the same as all women who behave as whores. Your embassies are aware of our strict public conduct rules, and know they can complain as much as they like, but it will do no good."

"I understand sir and again apologies for my sins."

"Now you will receive the first part of your sentence, the caning." There was a murmur around the room as the men on the benches talked amongst themselves, many were smiling.

"Have her cuffs removed."

Captain Musala came forward and after fishing around in his jacket pocket produced a key and released her hands, before returning to stand behind her. Suzy rubbed her wrist that were sore from the restraints and rolled her shoulders to relieve the stiffness there.

"Remove her clothes, such as they are." the man scoffed.

Suzy couldn't believe her ears, strip her here, in front of all these men, her head flipped up and she stared at the men on the bench, who smiled back. A court official came forward and held out his hands, she was obviously to do it herself. This seemed to add to her humiliation, making her bow to their requests. She stared around the room but the eyes there held no mercy they were waiting to feast their eyes.

"Excuse me sir, strip here?"

"Of course whore, all women are stripped before being caned."

Resigned she slowly reached behind her back and untied the knot, her breasts immediately fell forward and as she lifted the loop over her head were completely exposed to the crowd. There were murmurs of admiration as she now stood her nipples in full view. The court official took the scrap of clothing and waited until she finished her debasement and stripped completely. Her hands trembled as they untied the sides strings and then the cloth fell away and she was naked, her genitals now on display. She handed the thong over to the official who placed the articles on the bench in front of the Mentars

She was tempted to try to cover her shame, but then a voice in her head said no, they would not intimidate her. She was a strong independent Australian woman and would not be made to cower in front of them. She was strong she would see this through, she would show them.

And of course she did from her naked breasts to the clear view of her sex visible though the light color of her pubic hair, her prominent labia to all the room.

The Mentars were talking amongst themselves as they glanced at her standing in full view. As she stood she looked around the room at the other men who were ogling her, she felt better now she had come to a decision to be brave, in fact if she admitted it she felt a little turned on being made to stand naked in front of so many strangers, she even turned a bit to give them a better view, smiling inwardly to herself, all men were the same when it came to naked women. She wondered how many would be sporting erections.

"Whore, hands on your head and turn around," she did as they commanded.

Suzy did as commanded dreading the punishment, but wanting to get it over. Her hands went to her head lifting her breasts. 

"Now bend over."

She leant forward and had to open her legs to feel more stable which of course gave the Mentars a clear view of her sex and anus. And the men on the benches were rewarded with a view of her heavy hanging breasts swinging like pendulums with her every move.

She was sure many of them were now rubbing their crotches.

The official produced a cane and came around to stand behind her.

She waited for what seemed ages until a brief swishing sound ended with stinging fire across her naked buttocks.

"Ow," she squeaked resisting the temptation to rub her pain. There was a pause as she clenched her buttocks to try to ease the pain. Then another swish and this time the stinging seemed greater and her hands moved back to touch her buttocks to relieve the pain, inadvertently opening her buttocks to reveal her neat anus,.

"Hands on your head whore or there will be three more."

Her hands reluctantly returned to her head, when the third swish resulted in such a pain across her cheeks that she stood upright furiously rubbing her stinging buttocks her breasts swinging to the movement of her arms.

"Ow, ow, ow," she squeaked clenching her teeth and her buttocks against the pain.

"Good, cuff the prisoner again and take her away to start her sentence." 

"What about my clothes?" Suzy pleaded.

"We'll supply suitable clothes for you whore. Now, take her away."

"I'll escort her if the court pleases," requested Captain Masala, "then I can report back as to whether she is satisfying her requirements."

"Of course, Captain, This court is closed, Fatar be praised," 

"Fatar be praised," the assembled crowd repeated.

Suzy stood straight as the Captain placed the cuffs back on her hands, and started to lead her away.

"Ah the whore has spirit, I like that Captain, and make sure there is a free slot this afternoon my fellow Mentars and I are interested in seeing how she performs, now take her away."

Suzy was confused by what they were saying as she was led back down the corridor this time stark naked.

Robin saw her in the distance as was shocked to see her being dragged naked. As she approached he spoke out, "Suzy what going on and where are your clothes?"

Suzy turned to the Captain, "Can I have a word with my husband?"

"Certainly but make it quick." he grinned, "I don't think I can wait."

Suzy seeing Robins concern smiled briefly, fighting back the tears again as she was stood naked to all., "Don't worry they are going to keep me for a short stay until I do 100 hours community work at their State Peniletensionary is what they said, funny you'd think with their English they could pronounce Penitentiary correctly. I'll see if I can phone later, I love you honey."

With which she was whisked away to be exposed to several more men walking towards her.

Robin turned to a man in the corridor whose had accompanied the Captain.

"Excuse me, where is this Penitentiary?" he asked. "Will I be able to visit?"

The man grinned, "Penitentiary? Ah yes, the Peniletensionary, no you will not be able to visit, it is not for westerners, she will be driven there to start her sentence, it is not far. You can however see it on-line, look for it on the net, when you get home," He said as he hurried after the Captain.

There was that strange pronunciation again. Robin was relieved they had decided not to stone Suzy, as some women had received this punishment for breaking their strict codes. 

He looked at his watch noon, it seemed ages since they were enjoying the beach and yet barely two hours had passed. He phoned his boss and explained what had happened. Of course the boss told him they were idiots to do such a thing, but the company could do nothing about it as there were strict rules and protocols regarding this sort of thing. Knowing he was powerless to help her at the moment he made his way home visiting the supermarket on the way to pick up a few personal things. 

Later he arrived back at their house which felt empty without her being there. The maid was missing and so he made himself a cup of coffee. Feeling a little lost he got down to some work that needed his attention. The day drew on towards evening; he had tried phoning the courtroom to find out where Suzy had been taken and how to get in contact with her, but had only got an answer machine. 

That night he heated something from the freezer, but barely tasted it. At about ten o'clock when he decided he had checked enough company figures. He was surprised Suzy hadn't rang, but then she might not be near a phone.

He wondered what was happening to her, was she working now, or sleeping, what did they intend her to do for her community service?

He was just closing his laptop when he remembered the conversation with the man in the police station, where was that place Suzy said she was doing her community work, he wondered as he open up a search engine. Pakkar through its oil revenue had very good internet, and for a strict Mesalli religion was quite surprisingly liberal on it especially regarding women and sex.

He typed in Penitentiary in the search box and found nothing, strange? The court man was emphatic that it would be here. Hang on though they pronounced it oddly didn't they, how was it? Peniletensionary? This time it was the first choice. He clicked and his heart stopped, it was a brothel site apparently run by the government.

At the top was a line of semi naked women with links on each one and under this in bold letters it said on the top line:

"Fatar - No man in need should be without a woman." 

Then underneath it continued; "Stiff Cock? Do you need the tension relieved? Come and enjoy our women, as sanctioned by the council of Mentars."

There was then a selection of cities to choose from, Robin was amazed, he had no idea this even existed. He selected his city and the line of women available changed but directly underneath he read with growing horror:

"New - fresh in today – Blonde Westerner!" 

And there was a face shot of Suzy. The cursor showed this was a link.

With a shaking hand he clicked the link and there was Suzy standing between two Pakkars, all three were naked. The men had stiff erections as they stood each side of her fondling her naked tits, whilst their stiff cocks rubbed against her thighs. Suzy looked shocked. Underneath it said:

"New western whore - look at those tits, that pussy, those legs and she's hot. See two of our assessors hard at work.

"Book now for a session and remember all westerners are available for use without a condom. Be quick, don't miss out, this beauty is only here for a limited time. Full service, Anal, Double Penetration and Bukkake sessions are available. 

Here's a taster for your pleasure."

Underneath was a video window with a start arrow that Robin was too afraid to click. With a pounding heart he pressed the mouse button, there was a short advert about Viagra, god it got everywhere, then horror of horrors there was Suzy with a dazed expression gritting her teeth whilst looking at the camera over the shoulder of a naked man whose cock was inserted firmly in her vagina, whilst another man had his cock fully inserted into her anus. And they were going at it hammer and tongs, their cocks sliding in and out as she lay back on the man underneath, who was grasping her tits. There was the sound of flesh against flesh and her grunting and gasping as they ravished her body. Robin felt the room darken as he struggled to breathe, no, it couldn't be happening, and yet there they were, in front of his eyes. Suddenly the top man stopped pushing in and out and pushed his cock right into Suzy vagina. After a moment he withdrew his cock, which was followed by semen rapidly oozing from her vagina, dribbling onto the balls of the man underneath who had also stopped pumping and was withdrawing, now her anus also started to ooze white semen adding to the vaginal stream. On the back wall over their heads was a clock and the time read 1.15pm.

He looked at his watch, 10 pm; she had been there for nine more hours. 

"No! No! No!" Robin shouted inside his head, beating his fist on the desk, god how many fucks had she endured, and there was still a month to go?

"No, No, No..."



Caught in the Act



"This report is boring," snapped my boss as he threw a manila folder on my desk. 

Looking up from my computer screen, I sighed and said, "It's an acquisition analysis, Grant. What do you expect?"

"Redo it," he ordered with a self-important tone and a pompous glare. "And, this time don't make it so boring."

Grant was in his early thirties, same as me. He was a big guy, a former linebacker in college. His arms and legs were thick and strained against the material of his suit. He was an aggressive and arrogant man and everyone at the office was intimidated by him. In spite of all his bullishness, he just wasn't a very bright guy.

"Which part did you find boring, the asset valuation, the historical revenue review or the future earnings projections?" I asked opening the file and thumbing through its contents.

His expression betrayed his ignorance of business valuation. It seemed the office rumors were true. If he hadn't been the son of the company's president, Grant wouldn't be in his current position. He leaned over my desk in a menacing posture. Seething, he said, "Redo it, smart ass."

"Grant, the cost synergy on this acquisition has a limited widow. Once the competition finds out we're interested the price will go up. Your father will want to move on this quick," I shot back unintimidated and taking a dig at him.

"Rewrite it!" he thundered, slamming his fist on the desk. Scowling at me, he stormed, "I'm not signing off on any report until I'm satisfied with it. So rewrite it and have it on my desk first thing in the morning."

"It's almost quitting time. I don't have time to rewrite that report," I asserted, standing up.

"Work late," snarled Grant, curling his lip.

"My wife made dinner plans, it's my birthday. I can't."

"I don't give a fuck!" Grant yelled. His face was crimson and a blue vein emerged on his forehead. "Have it on my desk first thing in the morning or you're fired."

Defeated, I slumped back into my chair and murmured, "Okay, Grant. It'll be on your desk first thing in the morning."

"I knew you would," he smirked. His cocky attitude was an added insult.

As Grant exited my office I flipped him off behind his back. Picking up the phone, I called my wife, Holly. I told her I had to work late and why. It was rare for my wife and I to have an evening alone. The disappointment in her voice was almost enough for me to tell my boss to kiss my ass. But, I really didn't have that choice. With the mortgage and other bills coming due, I had to stay and work. I couldn't afford to lose my job. I had only been with the company six months. My former employer had gone out of business, leaving without work for over a year. I had emptied our savings account and even tapped into my retirement fund to make ends meet while I was out of work. Even now we continued to live paycheck to paycheck.

Purposely, I closed my eyes and processed what I had to do. I concluded it would take more than just "happy to glad" changes to the report to satisfy Grant now that I had stood up to him. I knew he would expect an entirely new product, but with the same analytic result. Sighing, I turned to my computer and went to work. 

At five o'clock people started leaving the office. Half an hour later, my secretary poked her head in my office to let me know she was the last one left and she was leaving. I wished her a goodnight then murmured, "What a fucked up way to spend my birthday."

"Quit, feeling sorry for yourself," said a familiar feminine voice.

Surprised, I looked up from my computer and exclaimed, "Holly! What are you doing here?"

"If the mountain won't come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain," giggled my wife. Swinging a sack of Chinese take-out and her hips as entered my office, she added, "Happy Birthday, Darling."

She looked great in a tight black mini-dress. It showed off her long legs, which were encased in black fish-net stockings. The neckline plunged to the top of her ample bosom, highlighting her deep cleavage. She asked, "Do you like my new dress? I bought it just for tonight."

"You look great," I admitted then apologized, "I'm sorry about working late. I know you were looking forward to a night on the town."

"Actually, I was looking forward to night with you," Holly specified, as she dropped the sack on my desk. She lifted up the hem of her dress then pulled it over her head. She tossed the dress aside and advanced like a lioness stalking prey.

Holly sashayed towards me. She had a beautiful body, just ten or so pounds heavier today than the day we married, not bad after a couple of kids. Her curves were phenomenal and her breasts were a sight to behold, jiggling with each step. Noticing that her nipples had hardened, I mused most of her weight gain had been in her bodacious breasts. 

My eyes traversed down between my wife's thighs where her black lace panties outlined her labia. The flimsy material clung to her cunt in a mesmerizing moose-knuckle. Anticipating the pleasure that lay just beneath the lace garment, I licked my lips. Blood rushed to my hardening cock so quickly, I got light-headed.

Hissing, Holly tweaked her hard nipples. She swiveled my chair and dropped to her knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes she unzipped my trousers and fished at my cock. She teased, "I think I want an appetizer before the main course."

She sweetly kissed then sucked my cockhead and my cock twitched in her hand. It practically jumped out of her hand when she ran her tongue down its length. She was fixated on giving me pleasure and drove me wild with tantalizing talent of her tongue. After several years of marriage she knew my sweet spot, the frenulum of my cock. She teased it with feather-like flickers of her tongue until I was on the point of orgasm.

I knew much of her arousal stemmed from gazing up into my eyes while she licked and stroked my cock. Each time she looked at me I smiled, overwhelmed with peace and joy. Our eyes locked and it was like everything else stopped and we were the only people left on the planet. 

"Gotcha!" trumpeted Grant, stepping inside my office and closing the door behind him. "It's not every day you catch someone in the act."

As I tried tucking my cock back in my trousers, my wife covered her bare breasts with her hands. I expected Grant to start reading me the riot act, but he just sat on the edge of my desk quietly looking at us. 

"Don't let me stop you, please continue," he said with a spiteful grin.

Guarded, my wife and I looked at each other. I asked, "What?"

"Getting a blowjob seems more crucial to you than redoing that report. You remember the report, don't you? The report your continued employment requires. Your wife must be quite the cocksucker for you to so brazenly risk your job. I want to see her in action. So please continue."

My anger flared, glaring at Grant, I growled, "Not going to happen, pervert. Fire me."

"That's just what I'll do," threatened my boss.

"Calm down, Darling," my wife interjected. She looked up at Grant from her kneeling position for a long moment, noting his confident smile. Looking back at me, she said, "We can't afford for you to lose your job, it's too difficult to get another. If Grant wants a show, let's give him a show."

Holly retrieved my now flaccid cock from my still opened fly. She smiled playfully at me and lightly smacked my cock against her cheek. The little jolt sent blood surging to my cock and it hardened. She tapped my cockhead against her full breasts and I watched as her nipples hardened from the sensation.

"Oh, man," huffed Grant watching with a perverse smile.

Hearing my boss broke the pleasurable spell. My cock started to soften. I told my wife, "You don't have to do this, I can find another job."

"I don't mind putting on a show. It'll be just like San Diego," she replied with a wink. Her gorgeous eyes glistened with lust. Holding my shaft with one hand, she licked along its underside and my cock sprung back to live. Giggling at me response she added, "Just close your eyes and enjoy."

Although I was uncomfortable with Grant watching us, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. As my wife took my cock into her mouth, I recalled our vacation in San Diego a couple of years ago. Holly had entered an amateur strip contest. She had placed third and won $50, not bad for a thirty-year old mother of two. Back in our hotel room that night she had fucked me like a woman possessed, she had one orgasm after another. At one point, her orgasm was so intense I feared she was going to snap my cock in two. The next day, she explained that she had long fantasized about having an audience while she engaged in lewd acts. She said that knowing that others were getting excited by her performance made her feel naughty and empowered at the same time. With Grant watching, she was once again experiencing those feelings.

My shaft was slick from Holly's spit and it glided easily into the depths of her throat. Feeling her lips bonded to the base of my cock was an incredible sensation. My wife loved the feeling of my cock sliding past her lips, along her tongue and deep into her very core. Deep-throating created a literal connection between us and my wife loved it. And, so did I.

Sucking my cock always aroused Holly. So she lightly drew her index finger up down her panty encased slit. Her excitement increased and with a low moan around my cock, she boldly slipped her hand down the front of her panties. Subtly, she thrust her middle finger into her simmering snatch. While sawing her finger in and out of her pussy she stopped sucking and forcefully pushed her palm against her agitated clit. Looking up at me, she caught my eye and I followed her gaze to her hard nipples. 

I knew what she wanted, smiling I pinched both her rigid nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Driven over the edge of orgasm, she spat out my cock and howled with climatic delight.

"Oh man, oh man," Grant panted excitedly.

I chose to ignore him as my cock stirred with urgent palpations. Placing my hands on the back of her head, I pushed it into my lap, encouraging her to put my cock back into her mouth.

With cruel intend Grant demanded, "Stop."

"No," I hollered incensed. Glaring at Grant, I seethed, "I haven't cum yet."

"I don't give a fuck," he snapped back.

Holly asked, "What's wrong?"

"You're sucking the wrong cock, that's what's wrong," Grant proclaimed. 

"No fucking way!" I shouted.

Grant folded his arms across his chest. He was calm and confident as always. He proffered, "Either Holly sucks my cock or I'll not only fire you, I'll have you black-balled. You'll never work as a financial analysis again."

"I can live with that," I shot back.

"Can Holly? Why don't we let her decide?"

We both looked at my wife. Silently, she looked at me and then at Grant. Her eyes had some defiance in them until she noticed his tented trousers. Keeping her eyes focused on his bulge, she spoke to me, "I don't think we can afford for you to lose your job, Darling. Besides, it's only a blowjob."

"Right, it's just a blowjob," assured Grant.

My wife looked at me for an answer, but I had none. I considered different things to say and rejected each one. My mind whirled with contradicting thoughts and conflicting emotions. Resignation appeared on my face, I acquiesced with a whimpered, "Fine."

Dutifully, my wife crawled across the floor and knelt before him, ready to service him. It was yet another moment of victory for my boss, he had played me perfectly and now my wife was on her knees before him. The smug expression on his face irritated the hell out of me, but the look of expectant desire on my wife's face drove me to the edge of insanity. 

Grant stood up and looking at me, unbuckled his trousers and pulled down his zipper. He let his trousers fall around his ankles then pushed his boxers down too. Arching out from between his legs was the biggest cock I had ever seen. No wonder he was so confident. His cock surpassed mine in both length and girth, a fact not lost on my wife as she knelt before him.

"Oh, my," she gasped with wide eyes. 

I was jolted with jealousy as my boss stood before my wife, his cock just inches from her face. I should've stopped everything right then. But, my wife's lusty response made me hesitate, her eyes traveled from Grant's monster cock up to his eyes. I don't know what she saw in them, but slowly her eyes drifted back down his body to his massive member and she just stared at it. Then of her own free-will she reached for his cock. I noticed her fingers barely fit around his thick shaft. Light reflected off the wedding ring I had placed on her finger a decade ago and I felt like I had been gut punched.

Holly was so riveted and aroused by the sight of Grant's cock that she slid her hand back into her panties and starting playing with her pussy. Grant liked that a lot, he liked it more when my wife looked up into his eyes and proclaimed, "You have gorgeous cock, Grant."

"Glad you like it," he said watching my face. He laughed at my pained expression then instructed my wife to take just the tip of his cock into her mouth and look into his face as she sucked hard on it. Then turning back to me he said, "I want to remember this moment for a life time."

Holly didn't hesitate. She willingly wanted to pleasure him. She looked up at Grant then parted her lips and looking right into his eyes, she swirled her tongue teasingly around the tip of his cock. Eagerly, her lips closed around the huge head of his cock and once again she looked up directly into his eyes. She sucked on it hard.

My boss closed his eyes tilted his head back and groaned his gratification, "Oh yeah."

Turning her attention to his shaft, Holly licked and sucked along its entire length. Once his entire cock was bathed with her saliva, her hands stroked his long shaft while she went back to nursing on the bulbous helmet of his cock. She cupped his mammoth balls and gently squeezed them with her free hand.

Grant was leaning back against my desk like he owned the world, smiling at me while my wife sucked his impressive cock. It was difficult to watch and my face flushed. He noticed my discomfort. It seemed to add to his pleasure. He laughed at me.

My wife really worked his cock over, sucking and licking every square inch of it. Every time my wife looked up and made eye contact with my boss, a shiver rippled through his body. It was amazing that she could elicit such a reaction with just her eyes, but what her mouth was doing to him was a whole other story. Arching her back, enabled her to take more of his cock into her mouth, sending tremors of pleasure to his core. All the while her beautiful eyes met his gaze as she sucked on him, bringing him immeasurable ecstasy.

There was something captivating about watching my wife endeavor to pleasure my boss. I was shocked to feel my own cock start to hardened. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Holly has beautifully pendulous breasts and her pert nipples practically beg to be sucked. So I couldn't blame my boss for being attracted to them. He stared at her ample bosom, marveling at its size and bounty. Tenderly, he cupped her bodacious breasts, then he caressed them molding them and reshaping them to his satisfaction. 

"You have such beautiful tits," Grant chocked excitedly. He circled her hardened nipples lightly with his forefinger, teasing each one. He alternated between squeezing my wife's breasts and pinching her nipples. Hearing my wife moan around his cock brought him sudden inspiration. He announced, "I think, I'll fuck your tits."

Holly readily complied with his wish and spat his cock out of her mouth. She lifted her heavy breasts and pressing them firmly together she fit his monster cock snugly between them. Pushing them up and down, she stroked his cock in her warm cleavage. Hearing Grant's moans of pleasure, she giggled, "What a lovely way to finish a blowjob."

Grant growled as Holly's soft flesh surrounded his cock. He surrendered to his need to thrust, pushing his cock between her breasts as she continued to press them together. He moaned. It wasn't just his thrusts that were pleasurable, but the way she moved her soft, luscious breasts against him. As his cock snaked upward, she skillfully bent her head to meet his deepest thrust with her mouth.

Soon enough, the inevitable buildup occurred. Grant's thrusts became quicker. After a few more passionate thrusts between my wife's breasts, he pulled his cock completely away from her chest and stroked himself furiously. He panted, "I'm going to give you a pearl necklace."

Holly moaned her approval and slipped her hand down into her panties to play with herself. She plunged her middle finger into the depths of cunt while palming her swollen clit. She multitasked, pleasuring her pussy with one hand and twisting her nipple with other.

Grant hooted as his cum splattered on my wife's neck and breasts, while she howled with climatic release as her quim quivered around her finger. They had arrived at orgasm at almost the same moment.

There is nothing more wonderful than mutual orgasm. I was crushed that another man had experienced it with my wife. My heart was battered by conflicting emotions, anger and fear battled with sorrow and guilt. Somehow I was able to keep my mind clear and discreetly positioned my cellphone to snap a picture.

"That was great. It's been years since I've gotten a proper blowjob," Grant acknowledged, pulling up his underwear and trousers. He added, "Holly, you need to get dressed and go home."

"But, my husband hasn't cum yet," said my wife as she used a napkin from the takeout dinner to clean Grant's cum from her body. "It's his birthday after all."

"I'm sorry, but your husband needs to finish his work. You'll just have to coax the cum from his balls later."

"You're a real prick," she snapped, slipping her dress back on. She added, "I don't appreciate being used and tossed out like a dirty diaper."

"Tough titty, get out."

Holly's face reddened with rage, but before she could give Grant a piece of her mind she glanced at me. The color drained from her face and she turned pale. The burning anger in her eyes chilled with shame. With tears rimming her eyes, she sniffled, "What have I done?"

"It's okay, Holly," I said softly. "Go on home. I'll see you later."

Sobbing, my wife retreated from my office. She blubbered, "I'm sorry Darling, so sorry." 

"Thanks for the blow job, we'll have to do it again sometime," Grant beckoned after my fleeing wife. He towered over my desk with a self-satisfied smirk. He was confident that he had put me in my place. After once again reminding me to have the new report on his desk by the time he arrived at the office the next day, he left.

As soon as Grant closed my office door, I pulled up the picture I had taken on my cellphone. It revealed my boss with his trousers around his ankles and cum spewing from his cock onto the breasts of my wife. Thankfully, the photo showed only her back. Anyone who knew Grant's wife would immediately know the female in the picture wasn't her. 

I took my original report and placed it on Grant's desk. A quick search of his desk netted an address book with his wife's cellphone number in it. Noticing a photo of his wife on his desk, I imagined she wasn't the forgiving kind. Laughing, I sent the screenshot to her and to her father, the president of the company, in a text. Enjoying payback, I gloated, "You son-of-a-bitch, who caught who in the act?"

When I got home Holly met me at the door wrapped in her robe. Weeping, she didn't let me get past the foyer before she began apologizing, "I'm so sorry, Darling."

"You have no reason to be sorry," I reassured her, wiping tears from her cheek. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her close saying, "You only did what you had to do."




Caught in the Act



"I love you," she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder. "You know that don't you?"

Hugging her close, I whispered, "Yes, I know you love me and I love you too. That's why it was so difficult to watch you suck Grant's cock."

"Are you angry with me because I enjoyed it? I know I shouldn't have, but his humongous cock and his confident aggressiveness triggered something submissive in me. I was just so turned on. I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive," I soothed. Hooking her chin with my forefinger, I turned her face towards me so I could look her in the eye. I said, "I love you very much. How can I blame you for getting caught up in the moment? You're a very sexual woman it's only natural that you would've been aroused by Grant's big cock. Besides, I think an opportunity may result from tonight's lascivious events."

Holly clutched me tight and I felt her tears drop on my neck as she whispered softly, "I love you, Darling, I love you so much."

"I love you too," I replied. Untying her robe, I exposed her nakedness. My eyes fell upon her hairless glistening gash. I licked my lips as my eyes journeyed up her torso to her breasts, which heaved with each excited breath. When my lust filled eyes rested on hers, I said, "I'm ready for my birthday present now."

Pushing me to arm's length, Holly bade, "Here let me undress you."

She unbuttoned my shirt as I squeezed one of her breasts, pinching its nipple. A loud moan of pleasure issued from my wife. After my shirt hit the floor, she dropped to her knees and took off my shoes and socks. Looking up into my eyes, she unbuckled my belt then unsnapped my trousers. She pulled them down, along with my boxers. After I stepped out of my garments, she took my cock into her hand and studied it for a moment. She kissed its head before twirling her tongue around it, lapping up its seepage. Her eyes connected once again to mine conveying a silent message of affection that surpassed what had occurred earlier with Grant.

Teasingly, she stabbed her tongue into my piss slit. I jumped like a bee had stung the tip of my cock. I hissed, "Whoa Babe." 

Holly shot me a salacious smile, a gleam in her eyes communicated the love she felt for me. She teased my balls with the tip of her tongue before engulfing both my testicles into her warm wet mouth. She giggled around my balls as I moaned with pleasure. After a moment, she spat my balls out and ran her tongue along the underside my cock. She licked and kissed her way up my shaft then just took my cockhead into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she forcefully sucked on it while vigorously stroking my shaft. 

I hissed, "You better stop before I bust my nut."

My wife spat out my cock then gave the head another little kiss. She held out her hand for me to help her up. She started to wiggle onto the hallway table, but I spun her around before she get all the way on it. Impulsively, she reached for the edge of the table to keep from falling. Looking at my reflection in the mirror above the table, she grinned sexily at me. She leaned back against me as I gently massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples, she cooed her contentment. 

Slipping my hands from her breasts I caressed them down her body to her upturned posterior. I squeezed each cheek then slid my foot between her feet and pushed them further apart. I spoke with a low tone, "You have such a beautiful ass. It will make the perfect birthday present."

"Yes, Darling, please fuck my ass," she replied, catching my drift. Unlike a lot of women, Holly enjoyed anal sex. She liked having a hard cock inside her, yet, not in her pussy. The taboo nature of it made it all the more enticing and enjoyable to her.

I dropped to my knees behind my wife and kissed one buttock then sucked a hickey on the other. My wife squealed her delight. Spreading her cheeks apart, revealed her pretty pink pucker and glistening gash. Using my tongue, I teased her labia with long licks while my wife yapped with elation. After a bit, I broached her pussy with my tongue and explored its wet interior. When her clit peeked from its hood, I lapped my tongue against it. 

"That...that's...it...that's it," rasped Holly excitedly.

My tongue grudgingly departed her pussy, and I replaced it with two of my fingers. The wet soppy sound of my digits sawing in out of her cunt joined with Holly's groans and moans in an erotic concerto. I kissed her taint then pushed the flat of my tongue against my wife's anus.

Her body shivered like she had just received an electric shock. Her moans morphed into hedonistic whimpers of delight, "Naughty, so naughty."

Like a snake my tongue slithered its way into the interior of Holly's anus. Removing my fingers from her pussy, I wiggled them carefully into her butthole. Twisting my fingers in a clockwise and counter-clockwise motion, I stimulated her anus. To diminish her discomfort, I returned my attention to her clit and teased it with my tongue tip. Preparing her ass to receive my cock, I spread my fingers open like scissors. I sucked hard on her clit, intensifying her pleasure.

"Yeah, oh yes," hissed Holly. Her pelvis bucked wildly with a rising wave of climax.

Abruptly, I withdrew my fingers from her ass. Standing up, I taunted, "Not yet, Babe."

"Nooo!" objected Holly, stomping of her foot. "I was about to cum."

"I know," I laughingly confessed. I pushed my wife back down on the desk then slapped her ass with my open palm. The smack echoed off the walls of the foyer. 

She protested, "Ouch."

"Be still," I commanded. I teased her by rubbing my cockhead just inside her wet labia.

Desperately she demanded, "Put it in-put it in me." 

With a single thrust, I buried my cock into her drenched pussy clear to my cum-filled testicles. I grunted my gratification as the velveteen wetness of her cunt encased my hardness. My hands gripped her hips and hammered my cock into her again and again.

Holly's mind whirled with pleasure as my cock pounded into her cunt. She whimpered, "Oh, oh, oh, oh."

Suddenly, I pulled my cock completely out of my wife's pussy. She whined her disapproval. She fell silent and stiffened when she felt the blunt helmet of my cock tap well anointed anus. When I penetrated her, she puffed and panted as pain pulsated through her interior. She clutched the sides of the desk white-knuckled as I slowly inched my manhood into her ass. In the mirror above the table my wife looked at me with eyes glazed and smiled weakly. As her butthole fully consumed my cock she barked.

Slowly, I withdrew my cock from her butt until the head was ready to escape her anus. I paused and then just as slowly I slid it back into her again. I repeated this slow tease again and again. Voicing my pleasure, I said, "Your ass is so tight. It feels so good."

Holly whimpered "oh" with my withdrawal and whining "ah," upon my renewed penetration. She blissfully babbled, "Your cock so good, love your cock." 

My excitement built and I began thrusting into my wife with abandon. A high pitched squeal of delight escaped her lips, her cries fueled my desire. I responded by fucking her harder, pounding her ass without mercy. My cock twitched with eager anticipation. I buried myself into my wife's ass to the hilt and cum exploded from my cock, shooting deep into her innards. I bellowed like a bull, "Cumming!"

"Fill me, Darling. Fill me with your cum," Holly cooed. Fumbling between her legs she found, then urgently squeezed my balls as they emptied their contents inside her.

After I had spent myself, I reached purposefully between my wife's open legs. With my cock still fully in her ass, I pushed my fingers firmly against her agitated clit and curtly ordered, "Cum for me, Baby, cum now."

Holly's eyes widened and she fervently clutched the edge of the table. A low rumble began deep in her core and grew into a full-blown scream of ecstasy as the dam of orgasm breached. Ejaculate spewed from her cunt and splattered with a whoosh on the floor. She wailed, "Ahhhh!"

"That's it, Baby," I cheered.

Completely spent, Holly collapsed on the desk barely conscious. She expelled my softening cock from her ass with a grimaced grunt.

Freed from her clutching anal passage, I lovingly kissed my wife's ear and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she murmured, "I'm just so sexually satisfied."

Lovingly, I patted her bottom and said, "I love you."

She smiled at me and said, "I love you too, Darling, Happy Birthday."

The next day at work I was ushered into Grant's office and found the company president, his father sitting at his desk instead of him. He pointed to my report resting on the desk and said, "Good report." 

"Thank you, sir." 

"My son is no longer with the company. In fact, I doubt he'll be my son-in-law much longer either. Anyway, I need to replace him. How would you like his job?" 

Smiling broadly, revenge sure was a sweet feeling, I said, "I'd like that, I'd like that a lot, sir."



Caught in the Act



Man, I love college. This is another (mostly) true story from when I was a freshman in college and living in the dorms. This story takes place a few months after the events of "Dorm Room Truth or Dare" but I was still dating my then girlfriend, Cindy.

To recap, I'm John. I'm 6'5" 210 lbs, which gives me an average to skinny build. The good Lord graced me with an 8" cock that is about 7" in circumference (or about 2" wide). My girlfriend at the time, Cindy, was about 5'7" and maybe 130 lbs. She had long brown hair with eyes to match and a wonderful set of 36 D breasts. This story takes place one afternoon when we were hanging out in her dorm room alone.

Cindy and I were sitting on her bed watching Netflix or Youtube or something of the sort. We were laid out on her bed, me with my hand around her and her with the computer in her lap. I was 18 and we were alone in a room, so naturally I was feeling a little frisky. I started out idly stroking her stomach with my fingertips, just a gentle back an forth as I kept my attention on her computer screen. Slowly I increased the area my hand was moving over, grazing the elastic band of her athletic shorts at the bottom of the motion, pushing the bottom of her shirt further up her abdomen at the top.

I kept this seemingly innocent motion going for a while until Cindy's breathing started getting a bit heavier, her very easy tell that she was getting turned on. I took this as my cue to get bolder and on the upstroke of my hand traced my fingertips over her sternum, across the center of her bra, and along the edge of her breast up to her collar bone. I paused my hand, pressing my forearm a bit tighter against her, then traced my path back down, forcing my arm to push against her covered breast. I repeated this a few times until she squirmed a bit and looked up at me.

I could see the fire in her eyes and dropped all pretense. I grabbed her breast firmly and gave it a nice squeeze. With my other hand I gently took her chin and pulled it in so I could kiss her. Still kissing me she closed her laptop and in one motion placed it on the floor and move to straddle me.

This lead to a nice makeout session with her on top of me. I fondled her lovely, bra covered chest as she ground herself on my quickly expanding cock. We kept kissing for what at least felt like 10 minutes as I tried to escalate things. I could tell she was hesitant, as we did not know when her roommate would be back. 

Things were heating up none the less. Her tongue was in my mouth, my hands had worked their way under her bra, and her hand was groping my now very hard penis through my jeans. Suddenly I felt her tense up and stop. She pulled her mouth away from mine and exclaimed, "Shit! I forgot I need to shower before class!"

She jumped up, quickly disrobing and leaving me alone on the bed. I was still rather turned on (as one could imagine) and seeing my hot girlfriend get naked wasn't helping. I gave her a pleading look but all she said was, "Sorry, I really need to shower."

She wrapped herself in a towel, grabbed her basket of shower supplies, and walked out the door (presumable to the bathroom down the hall). 

So here I am, sitting on her bed, hard as a rock and more than a bit angry about the whole thing. Now hormones can do some silly things to a teenager's mind, and for some reason I decided it was smart to pull my cock out and jack off quickly. I don't know if I was hoping Cindy would come back and help me finish, or what, but I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out.

I began stroking away, thinking about the feel of Cindy's tits when out of the corner of my eye I noticed her roommate's pile of clean, unfolded laundry. On top of this pile just so happened to be a lacy blue thong that, in my state of horniness, looked too appealing to pass up. I quickly got up, grabbed the thong, and resumed masturbating with it. 

The smooth fabric felt amazing against my skin and the naughty nature of the act was really turning me on. I was starting to feel my orgasm build when I heard a key being inserted into the door's lock. "Oh shit!" I thought. I threw the panties back at the pile, missing their original location by a foot or so, and stuffed my too big, too hard cock into my pants. I jumped onto Cindy's bed, grabbing the laptop from the floor and placing it on my crotch just as her roommate walked into the room.

I'm not sure what it is about college girls, but they all seem to be gorgeous. It could be that they're all in their prime, or it could have just been the hormones again, but Cindy's roommate, Jessica, was at least as hot at Cindy, if not hotter. She was tall, maybe 5'10". Her long, dark red, curly hair always seemed to shine, and was great in contrast to her emerald green eyes (I assume she is Irish, but I never asked). She was very slim, probably not weighing as much as Cindy, and yet had rather large boobs, at least a D cup. They almost seemed out of place with how lithe and thin the rest of her was, but I wasn't complaining.

So Jessica walks in the room and sees just me, no Cindy, lying on Cindy's bed with a laptop on my crotch and I'm sure very flushed cheeks. "...Hi" She said with a hint of suspicion. 

"Hey." I responded, trying to sound nonchalant, "Cindy's in the shower." I offered as an explanation for what was going on.

"Oh." Was all Jessica said, not giving me much to work with as far as gauging her suspicions.

I saw her go over to her clothing pile and look at it for a minute, "Shit" I thought. I tried to play it cool and acted like nothing was amiss.

"Hey John, I need to change, could you close your eyes?" Jessica asked. This was fairly commonplace in their room as I was over often, sometimes when they wanted to change.

"Yeah, sure, no problem." I said, closing my eyes and directing my head at the wall away from her. I heard a rustling of clothes consistent with a girl changing and started to relax, thinking I was out of the woods.

All of a sudden I felt the laptop being pulled off of me and I opened my eyes to see Jessica standing over me. I did a double take as I saw she was only wearing that lacy blue thong I had been using to jack off! 

"Just like I thought!" She yelled, pointing at my unzipped fly and bulge in my pants, "You were jerking off in here with these, weren't you?" She accused, pointing at her panty-clad crotch. I was dumfounded, partially at being caught, and partially at Jessica's marvelous breasts with sexy pink nipples standing on end. Like her face, her chest had red freckles that trailed off as your gaze moved down her body. I gaped at her as all the moisture ran away from my mouth.

I didn't know what to do, so I panicked and confessed, "Yes, yes I'm sorry. Cindy's gonna be back any minute, please don't tell her?" I pleaded.

Jessica got a wicked look in her eye. She and Cindy didn't get along very well, so I thought I knew what she was thinking. "You know," She said, drastically changing her tone, "Cindy is always bragging about how big your cock is..." She trailed off, dragging a finger up my pant leg. I was paralyzed, just hoping if I cooperated she wouldn't tell Cindy. "Let's see if it's true!" She said, reaching into my pants and grasping my hard dick. I gasped at the sudden stimulation as she pulled my cock out and gave it a few gentle strokes, "Mmm," She purred, "She wasn't lying at least."

"Wh-what are you..?" I stammered.

"Shut up!" She barked, "Stand up."

I did as ordered and stood. Jessica knelt in front of me and began stroking my cock, "Is this what you wanted?" She mocked, "Is this what you were thinking of while you played with yourself." I couldn't answer, I just moaned. Her hand felt so good, "This is a nice cock." She said, though it seemed as much to herself as to me.

Those green eyes looked up at me devilishly as she licked her lips. Then without warning she took my in her mouth and began sucking my like there was no tomorrow. She bobbed her head and stroked with one hand while she shoved the other inside her panties. There was no buildup to this blowjob, no playing, no pretense. She just sucked my cock and fingered herself for her pleasure.

The funny thing about women not worrying about pleasuring you is it tends to be way more pleasurable. She had me at the edge within two or three minutes and I had to resist the urge to grab her hair and fuck her face.

Her head bobbed, her hand jerked and twisted around my shaft, her tongue moved in ways I couldn't begin to comprehend, and all of it was leading to one thing. "J-j-jessica.." I got out, "I'm gonna cum." Her eyes shot open and met mine but she didn't change pace. She kept bobbing for three or for more strokes and I emptied my load into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked it down, her hand in her panties still moving frantically. Her sucking didn't decrease with my orgasm, and the stimulation was so much that it almost hurt, but I dare not stop her. I could feel her moans change on my cock as she came. She slowed down and milked the last few drops from my dick.

"That was nice." She said, "Maybe I won't tell, for now." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood and put on a robe. I quickly put my dick away as she went and washed her hands.

Without another word she sat down on her bed and started reading a textbook. I stood silent for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then I sat on Cindy's bed and waited for her to come back. She did maybe two or three minutes of awkward silence later. I told her I needed to go, kissed her goodbye, and hustled out the door.

Since I didn't get any furious calls dumping me that night, I assumed Jessica kept quiet. In fact she and I never spoke about it again. She was the same cold girl to me that she was before, so I was just left with the memory of that wicked blowjob. All in all, not to bad for me I suppose. Man, I love college.



Winning the Bet Pt. 03



She was fingering herself when I opened the bathroom door. Facing away from me, she was leaning against the sink with one hand. Her purple skirt was hiked up over her hips, and her other hand was plunged down the front of her panties.

In the mirror I saw her eyes pop open in surprise when she heard the door open. Before she could say anything, I stepped in and locked the door behind me.

Our office has two bathrooms. One is by the front desk, and one is down the hall we share with other businesses in the building. It's a bit further away, so most people don't use it.

When I turned back from the door, she was tugging her skirt down. Her face was bright red. I wasn't sure if she was more embarrassed to have been caught in the act, or that it was me who caught her.

Three weeks ago, we had hooked up after an office happy hour. The next day, I wasn't sure if I should call, since we had both been drunk. By the time I saw her in the office on Monday, it was super awkward. She didn't say anything, and in the end I took it as a signal that nothing was going to happen. I tried to give her some space, but seeing her like this filled me with lust.

She started to say something, but her voice trailed off when I took her hand. Her breath caught as I placed her finger in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, tasting her pussy.

I stepped closer, pressing the small of her back against the sink. I let go of her hand to grab her hips and grind into her. As my leg pushed between her thighs, she licked her lips, but her eyes were wide with uncertainty. I started kissing her neck, working my way up to her ear, and she let out a little moan.

"Why don't we finish what you were doing when I came in here?" I asked. She nodded and turned away from me, leaning against the sink again as I pulled her skirt up. I knelt and slid her panties down, helping her step out of them. I could see the remainder of last summer's tan line on her ass.

I enjoyed a moment of anticipation. I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs and spread her cheeks a bit. Her lips spread before me, creamy wet and begging for attention. The sight of her pussy sent a surge of lust through my body. Her breath was now coming in short, nervous gasps.

Biting my lip, I slid two fingers into her. She was surprisingly tight, and the sudden sensation made her gasp. I pushed all the way in and then slowly pulled all the way out.

Pleased at the way her wetness coated my fingers, I slipped them back in and began to gently fuck her. After a few moments, I saw her hand reach down to begin rubbing her clit.

It didn't take long before her body began tensing up. She must have been right on the edge before I walked in on her. Now with my help, her orgasm was swiftly approaching. Excited, I began pushing into her more firmly.

"No!" she blurted, "Don't change it, just keep going like that..." I slowed down a bit, and concentrated on matching pace with her. I tried not to jostle her own fingers frantically circling her clit. Breathing deeply, I savored the smell of her arousal. My pulse quickened as I watched her lips eagerly swallow my fingers.

Suddenly her legs stiffened, she cried out, and warm fluid gushed over my fingers and down my arm. I slowed my pace as her hand stopped moving, but left my fingers inside. Several times I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers as the aftershocks washed over her.

She had her head down, resting on her arm on the sink, and I could hear her breath slowing. I was now painfully aware of my throbbing erection.

Slipping my fingers out of her, I stood and unbuttoned my pants, letting them drop to the floor. I stroked my cock, rubbing her wetness over the swollen head. Then I leaned forward and plunged my cock into her. She cried out in surprise, and I felt her pussy squeeze tightly around me.

For a moment, I just stood there, enjoying the hot grip she had on my shaft. Her fingers brushed against the base of my cock as she continued to rub her clit. I knew this wouldn't last long once I started, so I tried to focus on the details, to commit them to memory. Then I grabbed her hips and started fucking her.

Her pussy was hot and sopping wet after her orgasm. At first I went slowly, but feeling her hand moving around between our legs spurred me on. Before long I was pumping eagerly, gripping her hips tightly. Each thrust buried my cock deep inside, until I felt her lips wrapped around the base of my shaft.

She was trying to be quiet, but was constantly whispering my name and telling me to fuck her. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, and arched her back. She cried out and leaned back so far I nearly popped out of her. I held on tight and pushed my cock as deep into her as I could.

After a minute, she relaxed and moaned long and deep. Incredibly turned on, I resumed fucking her. She reached between her legs again, but this time lightly took hold of my balls. Gently, she fondled and cupped them with each thrust.

"Oh my god, I just came so hard," she gasped, making eye contact in the mirror. "Cum for me, come on, I want you to cum inside me..."

With this encouragement, I felt the familiar sensation building deep inside. I groaned and told her I was about to cum, then my body rocked with an orgasm. I gripped her hips and pumped my cum deep inside her pussy.

It seemed to last forever. Every time I thought it was over my cock would swell and twitch again inside her. For several minutes, we just stood like that, catching our breath, and then she stood up. My cock slipped out of her, and we both jumped at the sensation and laughed. Turning around, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

"Next time, don't wait 3 weeks, dummy," she sighed happily, "A girl has needs, you know?" 



Caught In the Act



Please read the previous 2 stories before you read this if you want to know a bit about the characters! They follow similar adventures if you enjoyed this and the story flows better. Thank you!

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Once I had developed a friendship with a fellow panty boy, things started to get fun. I don't have anyone else I can talk to about wearing panties. It felt extremely erotic and fun to have a guy to talk to. At first it was weird that I was hanging around a guy with nothing but panties on and perform oral on him, but then I started thinking about that less and more about just having fun.

I feel like if I just worry less about my sexuality, then I'll be happier with myself. Although I'm mostly into girls and I had no intention of ever having actual sex with a guy, it turns me on how wrong it was to kiss and blow a guy, especially with panties involved.

Things were going to start getting very different around my house. 4 months had passed since I had encountered Ash, a cute and feminine boy who was into wearing panties. He had a girly face and his hair was so long. I had invited him to my house a few days after I boldly talked to him after seeing him hold a few pairs of panties in the mall on an empty Sunday morning. 

During that time, we stripped until we were in nothing but panties and I started licking and kissing his crotch area until he put his creamy juices all over my face. I had never actually put my mouth in his cock. Every weekend when he and I had work off, we'd always hang out like the best of friends but sometimes we'd play our little panty games together. 

It felt odd to have this relationship with him. We weren't a gay couple, yet we loved to see each other's cocks, especially in panties. We liked to see and jerk off to femboy crossdressers too. I think we were gay in a certain way but not fully committed. Bicurious would be a term we could loosely say we were. 

One day in a hot summer in July, I invited him so we could have some fun. I share my apartment with a flat mate who was a cute Hispanic girl with a natural big booty. Her name was Cindy. Beforehand, Ash and I had jerked off to pictures of her ass in a bikini we had from her facebook. We wished she was involved in some of our fun but it would be impossible. I had known her since high school and I didn't want her to tell her friends about me. I'm not gay but I think she'd take my adventures in a very wrong way.

Once Ash came in the house I told him that my flat mate wasn't home. I then started kissing him in the couch, and as we were holding each other, I felt his erection. He had panties on, just as usual. We both took all of our clothes off save for our panties of course! He wore these white satin panties that had a pink ribbon while I wore a hot pink one. Once again, I started kissing his crotch and he started moaning in a girly voice. I decided I'd get frisky.

I pulled out his hard 7 inch cock from the waistband of his panties and I started kissing it from the tip slowly. It was in my hands now. As he moaned, I told him he was going to have chills from what I was going to do next. 

I put his hard dick's head in my mouth and started sucking it. The wet spot in my panties was starting to get bigger with precum. My 4 inch cock erect as possible and bulging thru my panties, I was sucking his dick like crazy. I could feel him about to cum. What I didn't know is that I was focusing so hard on him and his cock, I didn't hear my apartment door unlock. Just before he was about to blow his load right in my face, I heard my name. 

"Nathan?!?". I knew that voice too well. It was Cindy. I thought "Oh fuck." My heart dropped. I was so stupid. I didn't realize she'd come home early. Why didn't I just do this in my room? It was too late to think about that.

There was no hiding or talking my way out of it. A hot girl with a huge ass was looking at me in pink panties with a feminine looking guy's dick in my mouth that also had girly underwear. I turned into an extreme bright red. As I took his penis out from my mouth, I tried to think of some way to explain myself, but the pre cum drooling his cock to my lips wasn' certainly helping. 

"It's ok, Nathan, I don't really care about you being gay but I don't think it would have been a good idea to do it in the living room. It's not even appropriate in general. What if I invited friends here? I was going to do so but they had other plans." She explained. The thought of that got me really hard. 

My flat mate and longtime friend thought I was gay and there is no way to explain to her that wearing panties and sucking another guys' dick is not gay in anyway, but I did my best to make it less embarrassing and explain what me and Ash do in our little adventures. 

"Well, cross dressing is questionable, but come on Nathan, you have another man's penis in your mouth. You were about to shallow his semen!" she said. 

"I wasn't! I was going to let him cum in my face!" I realized that didn't even make for a defense just by how silly that sounded when I finished that sentence. Like I said, there was no purpose in explaining to her that I'm not gay. 

Maybe I'm just really fighting with myself. Am I gay? I thought the best way to answer was to tell her that I'm bi-curious. That's also the answer I'm giving to myself. 

"I won't judge, sweetie." She told me. That calmed me down, even if she is getting the wrong idea. She promised she'd keep my secret safe, even if she got really mad at me. Unless I did something really really awful like leak her nudes online or something of that caliber. I'm not the type of guy to do that at all, especially to longtime friends, so I had nothing to worry about.

She then started to sit down with me and Ash. Here were 2 guys wearing panties with an attractive woman next to us. It was a calm, arousing and slightly awkward situation. She was giggling though the silence until she started to talk again, this time to Ash. 

"Hello! I've seen you around the apartment lately with Nathan but I never have properly introduced myself. I'm Cindy." She stuck her hand out so Ash could shake it. He was getting hard just shaking her soft hands. "Are you Nathan's Boyfriend?"

"N-no, not really." He said nervously. You could see how hard both of us were. Our bulges had not gone away whatsoever.

She slowly started to stare into Ash's crotch area. "Oh my, she said." She got real close to him. "I didn't know you were packing heat down there." She giggled really cute. All I wanted to do was cum on her face, feet and ass and drench her with my goo. Her cute laughter was driving my dick crazy, ontop of the fact that I was right behind her wearing pink panties, with a perfect view of her fat ass.

She started to rub Ash's chest and rub his cock thru the crotch of his panties. She then pulled his cock out and started jerking it off. "Oh my god this cock is huge! It's way bigger than any guy I've ever been with. Hey Nathan, could you make room for us for a few minutes?" 

She told me to move to the other couch. I watched Ash and her get comfortable. As they laid down in the couch, you could see Cindy's infamously huge butt in the air. She still had her clothes on. She wasn't wearing much. Just a tank top, small shorts and flipflops. I could see her panties and her cute little butt crack from her position. They were a yellow cotton pair. 

She started sucking on Ash's cock. I was just sitting there, enjoying the show. Somehow, I was really happy that I was caught in action. This was starting to become a dream come true! She then decided to do something I didn't think she'd do in front of me; take off her clothes until she was left with her panties on. 

"I want to be able to ride this huge cock! I hope your big sissy cock is enough to please me. " She said as she took off her panties and slowly put Ash's cock in her clean cut pussy. I started hearing her moan and my eyes were wide open. 

My panty boy is fucking my hot friend. He hadn't lost his virginity yet and neither had I but that had changed in Ash's case. I wanted Ash to blow his load all over my face and I wanted to fuck Cindy since high school or at least feel her luscious ass checks in my cock as she gave me a butt job. It was a double dose of jealously. 

As she continued to fuck ash, I wanted to get in on the action too. Hearing Ash moan like a sissy was a major turn on. I got behind her and I was going to pull my cock out. I wanted to feel her butt cheeks against my 4 inch hard cock. As soon as she felt my presence behind her, she stopped fucking Ash and pushed me back really angry.

"What do you think you're doing? Did you think you'd get a turn too? Hah! No! With that little dick, I'm sorry Nathan but you're just going to have to jerk off in the corner or something." Those words stung my heart so much. I thought Cindy would take my virginity too. How is it that she's having sex with some stranger but not to her longtime friend? She's already in action; she could at least please me too. She then answered the question I had just asked in my head.

"The only reason I'm dealing with you 2 sissy panty boys is because this fag over here has a nice long dick. It's a shame it's going to go to waste on small dick men like you. Now with THIS nice hard cock, I can have son fun." She then put Ash's penis back into her pussy. I sat back down with continued jealously. I decided I'd jerk off. I've been denied to cum multiple times, I might as well finish myself off since I'm not going to get some ass from Cindy.

Jerking off in my panties, I watched as Ash pulled out his dick and came all over Cindy's face. Cindy then used her fingers to scoop up the semen in her face and lick it erotically. That almost made my cum, but I had to pause for a second. Ash just slid in the couch, as he looked tired from having his cock pound Cindy's tight pussy. Cindy sat near me in the other couch I was sitting. She then moved near me, grabbed my hand from the inside of the panties I was about to jerk off in and made me stop. She then put her foot near the crotch of my panties gently. I shivered. 

"You cock is way too small for my pussy, I'm sorry Nathan. You can't satisfy a woman with that little dick! Your cock is just big enough for me to jerk you off with my toes, though! Think of it as a sorry gift for having you still a virgin, because you won't be feeling this pussy anytime ever, panty boy." She said while giggling.

Jerking me thru my satin pink panties with her cute feet, it wasn't long before I felt the cum about to rise from my penis. My cock started to pull thru the waistband of my panties. 

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" I shouted, as I started cumming for 15 second straight onto Cindy's Pink toes and having it pour on my panties. My penis felt so good. I just sat there, feeling dizzy but relieved. My cock shriveled up. When it's not erect, it's about 3 inches. She pointed and laughed at it. Then she went back to Ash and then smothered her feet on his face, putting my cock juice all over it as a result. Ash then started to scoop it up and lick it off his fingers. 

"I know how much you two want each other, so I hope you enjoy the taste of your friends smelly love juice," she said in a teasing way.

Afterwards, we all got dressed and cleaned up. Cindy then said it was fine if I was wearing only panties around the house, as long as she didn't have guests, unless I wanted to expose myself to them, which I told her I had no intentions of doing so. She once again promised our secret is safe with her. 

She gave Ash her number and told him to call and text her anytime he wants. She winked at him and then rubbed his crotch thru his pants before he left. He turned red and he started to form a bulge, probably because he was wearing panties under there. He thanked us very kindly for us tolerating with him and left. 

I headed to my room. I can't wait for more panty adventures we 3 will have together but I'll probably miss out on the action since Cindy has no intentions of having sex with me due to my small penis. It wouldn't have been a problem if I wasn't wearing panties but I had a longer penis. Cindy thinks I'm a gay panty boy and I wish I were ok with it if the conditions were better. Oh well, I get to see her naked and maybe she'll even lend me her panties! As always, I stripped to my panties in my bed and start jerking off to Cindy's ass.



Caught In The Act Ch. 01



This is a true story that happened less then two weeks ago and at my girlfriend's insistence, I am going to relay the events from Monday, December 23rd, 2002. I've changed the names in case anyway should recognize any of us but the physical descriptions of the parties involved are accurate as is the events.

Atlantic City

My girlfriend was excited when her mother and stepfather invited her and I to spend two nights in Atlantic City with them. Sara just turned 21 in November and although I'm 23 I've never been to a casino. I was glad that they extended the invitation to me as well. Sara and I have been going out together for over two years and plan on living together when she finishes school. I've always gotten along well with Bob (her stepfather) and Karen (her mom). I especially liked Karen because like Sara she was beautiful and playful and had a great sense of humor. Bob was cool too and he had some money (not rich, but comfortable) and Sara and her mom were afforded luxuries they never knew before their relationship started 3 years ago. Bob and Karen were married this past summer in a simple ceremony, it's both of theirs second marriages.

Anyway, Sara and I were excited to be going but we would all be sharing a room. It was a large room with two queen-sized beds but nonetheless the idea of a good fuck before bedtime seemed out of the question. Sara had just returned from school that previous Friday and we had great sex for hours. We usually couldn't keep our hands off each other but now that I graduated and she was still in school the separation time just made us hornier for each other. I loved Sara because although she had little experience before we met (one lover) and neither did I (two lovers) we explored many new things together. Some we liked, some we tried and chalked off do experience and never tried again.

Sara says she loves my body and I make her hot. I'm 6'2" and 210 pounds and in very good shape. I was the third string QB at college when we met. Sara always says my tight buns and my 7" cock are perfect and since we mutually decided to shave off our pubic hairs, we enjoy oral sex as often as possible. Most of you probably don't care about me though. 

Sara is an angel. She has an innocent face which makes her behavior in the bedroom that must sexier. She has big, brown eyes, a cute nose and beautiful lips. She's 5'7" and weighs about 120 lbs. Her tits are awesome too. While they're not the biggest at 34B they are well shaped and she has long, responsive nipples circled by pretty, pink areola that get puffy and swollen when you play with them. Her ass is tight and nicely rounded and she has a smooth shaven tight little pussy that milks my cock every time we fuck.

The first day there we were excited and wanted to see so much so we ran around with Bob and Karen and her mom played slots with us later in the evening when Bob went to play the tables. We were both excited to be there but we were also feeling a little horny. We always held hands and touched each other and I noticed Karen looking at us and smiling a few times and she mentioned once that we made a sexy couple. I thought that was an odd thing to say but we nodded and accepted the compliment.

Sara looks a lot like her mom as far as her facial features. Karen dyes her hair blonde and she's a couple of inches shorter then Sara but what she lacks in height she makes up for with an ample set of boobs. I'd noticed them the first day Sara brought me home and just about every time since. Plus as I said earlier, she has a great personality and to me that makes her even sexier.

So we ended up back in the room around 2 AM and I know I was horny as hell. Bob and Karen slept on the bed closest to the door and Sara and I were five feet away in the other bed. I guess they trusted us since they were only a few feet away. It wasn't like we were going to fuck or anything. I was however spooning up close behind Sara and I knew she could feel my cock pressed against her tight ass through my sweatpants and her pajama bottoms. We all fell asleep soon after we shut the TV around 3 AM.

I heard whispering and it woke me up. The room was still dark and the clock on the table between us indicated it was only 5:45 AM. It took me a few seconds to make out what they were whispering and when I did I was totally shocked.

"Their sleeping hon. just let me have a little taste." It was Karen and I heard Bob quietly tell her she was crazy and that we were right next to them. My eyes were open and I was staring into the blackness towards their bed. I didn't dare move because I was not only afraid of them hearing me but also of Sara waking up or tossing and turning. I was curious to see if Karen had that much balls on her to have sex right next to us.

"Just keep an eye over there and I'll be back in a jiffy." I could sense movement and I assumed Karen was moving under the covers. My eyes were adjusting enough to see the outline of only one head above the covers.

Then I heard it. The wet sound followed by a deep "Mmmm" from Bob. Holy shit! Karen was actually sucking her husband's dick right next to Sara and I. My cock got so hard so quick that it ached and it was killing me not to be able to grab a hold of it. So I listened to the quiet sucking sounds, Bob occasionally gasped a bit and as my eyes adjusted further I could see that Karen was definitely under the covers. Then I heard her moaning, it was all very quiet but in the otherwise silence of the room I could hear everything. Then there was more movement and Karen's head popped up from under the covers. "Your cum tastes so good in the morning." I swear I was about to shoot off without even touching myself.

Then BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ, shot a hole in the quiet. It was 6 AM and I guess we never turned the alarm clock off from yesterday morning. Bob shut it quickly but Sara jumped up with a start and in a flash the light on the bedside table was on and the moment was broken. At least Bob got to cum, the lucky bastard. We all managed to shut the lights and return to sleep. Sara, who woke us all up completely when she turned on the light was soon breathing deeply. After sitting there for ten or fifteen minutes I heard Karen tell Bob he was going to have to give her a good fucking. For a minute I thought they were going to fuck right then and whatever hardness I had lost returned and my cock was pounding away again in my sweatpants. I could feel a case of blue balls coming on. 

"Today at high noon mister." I heard Karen whisper.

"What about the kids?" Bob asked her, he wasn't as good at whispering as Karen was.

"I'll take care of them, don't you worry. Now rest this cock. I have big plans." They both giggled quietly and then I was woken by our 8 AM wake-up call. 

Karen was already awake and after she hung up the phone with the automated wake-up, she called to room service for a pot of coffee. The sun was coming into the room now and Karen looked so good standing there in her pajama bottoms and a green t-shirt. I don't remember ever seeing her braless and her tits hung down and moved around a bit, that along with the fact that her thick nipples were poking out was enough to make her look damn sexy! Sara elbowed me when she realized I was checking out her mom's tits.

We all took turns showering and when Bob was in the shower and Karen was doing her hair I told Sara what I heard and how out of control horny I was. She made me promise not to jerk off in the shower. I never would have agreed but she promised to make it worth my while. Eventually by 9:15 we were all in the elevator and going down for breakfast. At breakfast Karen gave us two passes to the lunch buffet and told us we had to try it but to make sure we were there by a quarter to twelve or else we'd wait for hours. Sara asked why they weren't joining us and Karen said they had previous plans and would be tied up for a few hours. I knew of their previous plans but I hadn't told Sara yet. 

Sara pulled me aside after breakfast and told me that would be the perfect time for us to sneak up to the room so I had to tell her what I had overheard in the darkness that morning and that Bob and her mom had plans for a "nooner". 

"That's so hot" she smiled. "I guess we should disappear before then." I smiled this time and told her how my poor cock was aching for her. She told me how wet her pussy was already just thinking about it.

We couldn't break away from Bob and Karen until almost 11 AM but we finally did and we giggled and kissed and made out on the elevator up the 9th floor. We practically ran down the hall and into our room. We stood in the middle of the room making out and touching each other. Sara was wearing something like a schoolgirl's outfit and my hands were under her skirt and rubbing her ass through her leggings. Then she dropped to her knees and took down my zipper. I was already hard and she smiled while she pulled my jeans down to my ankles. She kissed my cock through my underwear (she enjoyed doing 

That as a way to tease me and I loved it) before she lead me to one of the chairs in the room.

Sara and I enjoy oral and sometimes we do just that. We end up getting each other off orally and then we leisurely 69 until we build into another climax. Sara doesn't have multiple orgasms like I read about so often, she builds and builds and finally releases but it's always intense and often leaves her breathless. I moved the chair slightly so that I could look behind Sara at the mirrored closet door. I loved her ass and right then she was on her knees with that tight, round butt slightly angled upward. She had just taken my cock out and was licking it and my balls as I reached behind her and pulled her leggings down to mid thigh so I could see her naked ass and her peach in the mirror. I'm not sure how long she was blowing me but she had taken me to the edge and then let me ease back several times. I was reaching over her back and spreading her ass cheeks and sliding the tip of my finger in her pussy and she was literally dripping wet. Abruptly she stopped and said she had to pee really badly. I looked at her shocked? "Now?" and she just smiled and said it was either in the bathroom or on the floor and she doubted her mom and Bob would take kindly to her pissing on the floor.

I watched her get up and scoot into the bathroom. After about a minute I pulled my pants off the rest of the way and went into the bathroom. She was just wiping herself and I told her to sit back down. She flushed and giggled as the spray from the bowl tickled her but now she was at the perfect height. I stood in front of her with my cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum and she went back to blowing me. Again, I didn't know how much time had passed but it was several minutes and I was close again. That's when it happened.

"I was wondering where you two had gone." I looked up and there was Bob standing in the bathroom doorway. He was smiling but I still already felt my cock shrinking and the sudden shock of his intrusion. He had one hand rubbing the front of his slacks and he said we were putting on quite a show. Sara struggled to cover herself up but Bob came in a little closer and told us to relax. That's when I saw Sara's nervous eyes shift from his face to his hand, which never stopped moving on his crotch. Her eyes seemed to lighten and that lusty, slutty look returned.

"Were you two planning on fucking? Your mom's going to be up here in a little while so you better get to it." I wasn't sure we were planning on fucking. I thought this was a quick cum to hold us over. I also knew I didn't want to fuck in front of Bob. As nice as he was there was just something so wrong about it. "Well?" he asked again and he and Sara were having this intense eye contact.

Sara stood and took my hand and led me past Bob and back into the bedroom. She told Bob how horny him and her mom had made me and she wished she had been awake to hear the morning festivities. 

"You were spying on us in the dark, Jeff?" he asked me. He had followed us into the room now but was still standing in the bathroom doorway. I just nodded. "Did you fantasize about maybe Karen sucking your cock?" I was silent but Sara was pulling her leggings off all the way and unbuttoning her blouse. Bob's eyes never left her. "Well, while Karen was sucking my cock I had my eyes closed and I was thinking of Sara here sucking my cock. Wondering if she would be any good at it. I can see now that she knows her way around a cock." 

Sara was silent but her actions spoke in volumes. She got up on the bed kneeling near the edge and looked at me and told me to fuck her. My cock was beginning to come back to life as I got over my initial shock of being caught by Bob. This was Sara's and mines favorite way to fuck, doggy-style. I hesitated and Bob told me to go ahead and give the girl what she wants. I moved behind my girlfriend and rubbed my cock over her wet, smooth pussy a few times. I knew how much she liked to feel my cock head rub her clit so I did that for her. All this was making me rock hard again.

The thing about Sara and I was that since she went on the pill a year ago, I don't last very long inside her. I still can't get over how good her pussy feels milking my condom free cock. So I slid in easy and slow. Sara wasn't worried though because my cock never went soft, usually. I hoped today would be no different because I already felt my balls stirring.

"Bob, it's only fair if you're going to watch me fuck that you let me watch you stroke your cock." I stopped and nearly gasped out loud hearing Sara say that to her stepfather. 

"You want to see it? You want to see what I use to fuck your mom?" This was getting even more out of control. Their conversation alone was going to drive me over the edge, not to mention the burning hot pussy that was dripping on my cock and squeezing it harder and harder. Sara was already close to cumming, judging by the way her pussy was beginning to spasm.

Bob started walking slowly towards the bed and when he started to unzip his pants I lost it. "Oh sit!" I groaned. Sara didn't like me to cum in her because even though she was on the pill she preferred it this way. I pulled my cock out and was ready to cum all over her ass but she turned around quickly and took hold of my cock and started to suck it. It was literally dripping with her juices and she slurped it for about ten seconds and then I started to blast off. Sara was moaning with my cock in her mouth, her hand pumping the shaft and milking the contents of my balls out and into her mouth. She kept sucking hungrily until my cock finally stopped spraying and had calmed down.

"Now, you should be ready to fuck me really hard and really fast, the way I like it." She kissed my cock and turned over and resumed her position on the bed. 

We both froze momentarily because while I was busy cumming and she was busy drinking my cream, Bob had removed his cock. It didn't look that long but I swear it was the fattest thing I had ever seen. The head looked like a plum, swollen and purple and the same size as a plum. I bent down and tasted Sara's pussy for a minute before I stood back up and started rubbing the head all around her slit again. Bob was only inches from Sara's face; at least his cock was only inches away. "Let me see you balls too" Sara said in a tone of voice that I had never heard before. She seemed possessed by demons.

Bob unbuckled his pants and let them and his boxers fall all the way to his ankles. Sara reached her hand out for his cock and that's the exact moment I rammed my cock back into her pussy. She gasped as the air escaped her momentarily and she started to moan. She wrapped her hand around Bob's cock and her fingers couldn't close around it. He had to be as thick as a beer bottle. Sara was jerking his cock when her orgasm hit which came on a lot faster then what was normal. After she managed to regain her composure she tugged on Bob's cock pulling him closer. He had a set of balls to match that fat cock and Sara had her mouth on his sac while I continued to fuck her hard and fast. Finally I watched her stretch her jaws and take his cock in her mouth. 

After a few minutes he was telling her she sucked cock almost as good as her mom. I think the "almost" inspired her to try and shove that entire fat dick into her mouth. I was doing my best to help the cause, fucking her harder and harder and pushing her further down on his cock. She gagged a few times and her spit was dripping from his cock. He pulled out of her mouth and told her to lick his balls and she obeyed like a cock hungry little slave girl. I felt her pussy grabbing at me again and she was beginning to spasm like she was about ready to blow again. She never came twice from just fucking. Usually she needed her clit strummed while we were fucking but today was like no other day in so many ways already. I was getting closer to but she looked over her shoulder and told me not to cum yet, "just a little longer baby" she said breathlessly. 

"What the fuck is going on in here?" That's right, for the second time in less then an hour we were busted. This time Karen was standing there with her hand on her hip and her eyes glowing at us. "Oh fuck." I thought to myself but we were all frozen. Sara had stopped licking Bob's nut sac but still had his shaft in her hand. I had stopped pumping but still had my cock buried to the balls in Sara. There was the kind of silence you only read about, that utterly dead silence where absolutely nothing else outside of that very moment existed. "Well?" I think my heart stopped beating for a second or two, the moment or the feeling I had would never be forgotten.