0 comments/ 145686 views/ 19 favorites Homecoming By: AngelAmy I wrote this by request. Enjoy my musings. * * * * * Ever since I was a little girl, I have adored my older brother. I adore the smell of him, the olive complexion of his skin, the way his tight jeans delineate the muscles of his thighs. Unfortunately, this worship I have for him may be more of a curse than a blessing. As a senior in high school, I should be dating. I should go to the prom or tongue that guy with the purple hair in my physics class. But every boy I meet withers into dust when compared to the god-like creature of my brother. They’re too skinny, or too slovenly, or just too pale. At night, when I lay in bed and fantasize about a lover, he’s the one who gives me a hesitant first kiss or slips a rough finger in my virgin pussy. When Nate left for college a year ago, I felt the most smothering of depressions. Who would rub my back when it ached from spending hours bent over an easel, help me understand the strange complexities of math, defend me from the whip-like tongue of my father? This past year, I’ve done nothing but survive, a ship wrenched from its moorings during the hurricane of his leaving. Now, as I sit in the utter tedium of seventh hour English, I can feel impatience crawling across my skin. Today, my brother, Nate, is coming home from college for Christmas break. The sound of Mrs. Brantley’s voice as she delves into the witch scene from Macbeth grates with mosquito sing annoyance. God, would she shut up? I can’t focus. My head hurts from excess adrenaline. My brother is coming home today. I rush home after school, hoping to beat him to the house. As I attend a private school, I want to change from my juvenile plaid skirt and white dress shirt into something more sophisticated before he sees me. I definitely don’t want him to perceive me as a little girl. Will he notice the ripening of my breasts, how my hips have expanded in the last six months, the baby fat that has melted away from my cheeks? I don’t have any set plans to seduce Nate while he’s home, but, instinctually, I recognize the possibility exists. I slip a tight cashmere sweater over my head and a short, wool skirt over my legs. In the mirror, I watch my face as I add eyeliner and lipstick to my face. It’s a pretty face, I think, sweet as a Gibson girl. Will he like what he sees, want to slip his big hands under the rough gray wool of my skirt, slide my pale pink panties down the curves of my legs? I shudder as I watch, through the medium of the mirror, my nipples harden under the confines of my sweater. Please, God, let him notice. Let him notice me. Suddenly, the girl in the mirror startles. He’s home, and I can hear his footsteps as he walks up the stairs. He ducks his head into the bathroom and says, “Hey, kid, long time no see.” Disappointment, sharp as a bee sting, stabs me. I watch my pink-glazed lips move in the mirror as I answer, “Nate, I’m not a kid. I’m eighteen years old.” He pauses, looks with impossibly blue eyes at me from the top of my honey-brown hair to the bottom of my black platforms, and whispers, “No, Katie, I don’t suppose I should call you a kid anymore.” I smile with satisfaction. As he walks down the hallway to his room, I casually follow him. He appears older, looks more trim, and wears a new scent. I decide I like his new smell as he deposits his bags on the bed he slept in as a child. Over his shoulder, he asks, “Hey, Katie, will you start a load of laundry for me? You wouldn’t believe how much I have.” Although I really don’t want to leave him, I nod yes and pick up his bag of dirty clothes. In the basement laundry room, I begin to sort his clothes. His scent permeates his clothes: musky, male, and dark. I bury my face in his sweater and breathe him in. As I add a dark towel to the load, I pick up another scent. It smells a bit like plastic and, as I see the white streaks on his towel, I realize from where this particular scent comes. It’s my brother’s cum. As I breathe in the delicious scent of his ejaculation, a rush of liquid dampens my panties. I want to taste it. I touch my tongue to the streak of my brother’s cum and taste the essence of him for the very first time. I close my eyes as I suck the taste of him off the towel. God, how I love the taste of him. I want to feel a hot rush of his cum in my mouth so badly I ache from it. Mortified, I hear Nate’s voice from behind. “Katie, what in the hell are you doing?” Too embarrassed to turn around and answer, I stuff the towel in the washer and start the cycle. I know he has seen me sucking on his towel. How in the world would I explain this one? My hands grip the cool metal of the washer in agitation. He steps so close to me, I can feel his breath on my throat as he reiterates, “Katie, were you sucking on my towel?” Jesus, maybe this is the opening I need. Without turning around to face him, I answer truthfully, “Yes, Nate, I was sucking the cum off your towel.” Unbelievably, he says, “Good,” and I feel his hand slide up my leg to the soaked crotch of my panties. “Katie,” as he slips a finger across the seam of my panties, “you’re so wet. Did sucking my cum make you this wet?” I can do nothing but nod yes. I can’t believe it; my gorgeous brother is here, stroking my pussy. I want to faint at the pleasure. Would he do more than just touch? Without turning me around, he slips my panties down my ankles and asks me to step out of them. I do and then feel him rub his jean-encased pelvis against my naked ass. Nate reaches around and kneads the mounds of my breasts through the tight sweater. I can feel the stiffness of his penis against my ass and wish more than anything he would unzip his jeans. As if he could read my mind, he stops rubbing my breasts and frees his raging hard-on from the confines of his jeans. As he presses his cock against my ass, I can’t believe the size and strength of it. I feel a drop of pre-cum wet my ass. Would I able to take him in my virgin cunt? Suddenly, I tense with fear. He feels the sudden rigidity of my body and whispers, “Don’t you want me, sis? I want you so much I can barely stand it. Do you know how long I’ve wanted your body, little sis? How long I have masturbated to the image of my dick in your pussy, how many times I stole your panties from the laundry so I could smell the scent of your pussy?” His words sends a spear of arousal through my body, and I relax as he positions my clit against the edge of the vibrating washing machine. As it hums against my clit, he enters me from behind and the pressure of him causes a pleasure/pain ache in my pelvis. He enters me slowly, and my body expands to accommodate his length. I can’t believe my brother is my first lover, the first to enter the swollen flesh of my vagina. I stop thinking as pleasure floods through me. He’s completely in me and starts to move, bumping my clit against the washer with each thrust. In just a few strokes, I orgasm, my vaginal walls milking the hardness of his cock. “Oh, sis, I can feel your pussy pulsing on my cock. Oh, honey, I want to come in you. Can I come in your little pussy?” I breathe, “Yes, please come in me.” He groans and surges into my flesh a final time, filling my womb with a hot bath of his sperm. I orgasm a second time from the stimulus of the pulsing washer and his hot cum pooling in my belly. We stay connected for the longest time, breathing hard, until we hear the slamming of the front door. Our parents are home from work, and we scramble to get dressed before they discover us. Licking my lips, I savor the scent of my brother on my body, pleasantly contemplating how delicious the remainder of Nate’s break would be. Homecoming For 12 long months you have been away. Working overseas. But now you are home and on your way here. As I quickly finish dressing I hear it. Your shovel head. The drag pipes sound off as you make your way up the street. I grab the bottle of Jack and head toward the front of the house. Everything is just as I planned. Candles burning, incense lit, and Bob Seger's Traveling Man playing in the background. I reach the front door just in time to see you walk in. Damn, is it possible that you are even more handsome and sexier looking than ever? Our eyes meet and my heart begins pounding in my chest as I walk past you and head for the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses. I feel your eyes following me, and I know you are pleased with what you see: black leather knee hi boots, stockings, garter, no panties. And you always loved me in the contrasting textures of leather and lace. I look back and give you a knowing smile as you close the distance between us, and I can feel your hot breath on the back of my neck. I turn around and our lips meet. Your mouth is soft and wet, your tongue wildly probing mine. You move your hands to my breasts, and begin to caress them, my nipples hard beneath their touch. I feel myself being led backwards until I have backed up into the dining room table where I lightly sit on it's edge. My tongue, hungry now for more of you slowly begins to work it's way down your salty skin, past your neck to your nipple where I tease it lightly and then surprise you with a gentle bite. My hand slides down and rests on your crotch, and I can feel how this excites you. I undo the buttons on your leather pants and free you from them. I drop to my knees. Your cock is already hard, and I smile as you gently take the back of my head and bring it to you. You guide the head of your cock slowly past my lips, and into my warm, wet mouth. God you feel so good, and I love the taste of you. I begin to suck you but quickly stop. I move my tongue up and down over the head. I begin to suck you more, harder this time, and then I begin rolling my tongue from side to side, faster and faster. I look up and see how much you are enjoying this, and you begin to moan, as I begin to flick my tongue harder and faster, running it in tight little circles over the head. This starts to drive you wild so you grab the back of my head with both hands now. You push in a few inches, but I want more so I grab your ass and pull you into my mouth. Again our eyes meet and I see how turned on you are watching your cock fucking and filling my mouth, sliding in and out, pushing deeper with every stroke. I want it all now, your entire cock to fill my mouth, to feel you in my throat. You must know this because you begin pumping harder. But I have waited a year for this night, to feel you deep inside me, so I don't want you to cum just yet. My mouth gently releases it's grip on your cock, and I pull back. You help me quickly undress, and gently push me onto my hands and knees. I spread my legs and raise my ass so that I and my pussy are completely exposed to you. I feel your hand reaching under me and then your finger as it slides into my very wet pussy, pumping me. You pull out but quickly begin pumping me again, this time fucking me with two fingers, all the while you massage, and gently squeeze my ass with your other hand. You run your fingers between my cheeks, driving me crazy. You then slide your fingers out and slide them back up to my swollen clit. You begin playing with me, tracing small, slow circles with your fingertips. My clit is throbbing now, and I am so wet. I lean my ass into you feeling how hard your cock is. You spread my cheeks and guide your cock into me. Slowly at first, just the head. You shift your position a bit for better balance, and you push into me a little further, moaning with pleasure as you reach under and rub my clit. Very suddenly you push in deep and hard, and I feel you go into me the deepest that I have ever felt before, pumping me harder and harder, fucking me like a man possessed…possessing. Faster, harder, and with rhythm, we thrust and move together. A primeval need. We are both moaning now. My breathing quickens and you know I am going to cum. You feverishly massage my clit now, bringing me closer to orgasm. My muscles constrict and tighten around your hard throbbing cock deep inside me and I cum, my body shaking, shuddering. I hear you breath in deeply, and let out a loud guttural sound as you thrust deep one last time, shooting load after load of your hot cum deep into me. Our hot sweaty bodies fall together onto the floor, and we try to catch our breath. Lying in each others arms I realize that not one single word has passed between us this whole time. Stroking your cheek, I smile and say "Welcum home." Homecoming * Arrival * After several years of studying engineering at the university, I was going home. I had lived in one of the university residential colleges and had not spent much time at home over the past years. Now, having completed my first degree, I was taking a break to consider my future. I was fortunate, in that my paternal grandparents had left me some safe investments, which returned enough to give me a frugal independence. I could therefore take my time in considering where I was heading. Until a couple of weeks before I had been looking forward to this visit, but then two events cast me into a state of depression. First, my mother contacted me to let me know my father had left her. Second, Pamela who had been my girl friend, and with whom I had thought to have a future, announced that she no longer wanted the relationship with me, and in any case she had been having sex with a couple of other students while still having it with me. Both pieces of news left me a wreck. As far as Pamela is concerned, I can leave it to your imagination how bitter a blow this was. I felt a complete fool and utterly betrayed. My father was a different matter. The family home was in one of the larger provincial cities where my father had an accountancy business. He was the sort of person who always had "schemes" on the go. Schemes for investments and tax minimisation all of which were just inside the law (just), into which he put none of his own money, but persuaded many of the locals to put theirs. One of the schemes had gone badly wrong, and whilst this was no financial loss to my father, some of his victims were after his blood. He had taken off with a girl twenty-five years his junior who had worked in his office. No one knew where he was. He had simply left a note for my mother, and departed. As the train pulled into the station, I wondered what was to greet me. My mother was waiting on the platform. I could see immediately the effect of my father s departure on her. She looked tired and a little stooped and this was very uncharacteristic of mother. We greeted each other with a kiss and went out to the car. We lived about ten minutes drive from the station, and during the drive, little was said except the usual formal things like, "What sort of journey did you have?" "Oh, not bad," and so on. Arriving home, we busied ourselves with putting away my things and making a few minor adjustments to my old bedroom. We made much of all this as if to avoid talking about the matters which were foremost in our minds. It added to the pain. Once the room was settled it was time for the evening meal. We sat down to this and hardly spoke throughout. The evening continued like this, with no more than desultory conversation and amazingly, no reference to the two matters affecting us most deeply. Eventually came time for bed, and with relief I turned in, thinking, that if this was how things were going to be, I had better cut the visit short for both our sakes. * Consolation * I had slept little and badly for a fortnight, but now I drifted off quickly. I slept deep and long and awoke late. Deciding on breakfast as the first priority I put on my dressing gown and went down to the kitchen. Mother was nowhere in sight, but she had left food out for me. I assumed she was at work in her studio, and decided not to disturb her. Mother is an artist. Not a great artist, but competent. She sold quite well in a couple of local galleries, and got an occasional private commission. Financially she had no particular worries, for although my father was no longer supplying money for the household, in addition to money from her work, her parents had left her money. Like my inheritance, not a fortune, but enough. After breakfast I showered and went to my room to dress. I got as far as putting on a pair of boxer shorts, and then looked for my shirts. I couldn't find them. Mother must have put them away somewhere, so I had to disturb her anyway. To get to her studio I had to go through what used to be the family room. This had no door, only an arch, so my entry was probably very quiet. I got one step into the room, then saw mother. She was sitting on the couch leaning against one its arms, staring out of the large window with its view of the distant hills. She had one foot on the floor, and the other drawn up onto the seat. I stopped, startled. She was naked. I should explain that the nakedness was not all that suprising. Throughout my childhood, I had been used to seeing my parents getting about with nothing on from time to time. We had never made a thing about this. In fact, I can recall that as a little boy I would sometimes climb into bed with my parents, who always slept naked. This stopped when I was about six, but only because I decided that it was a bit sissy for a boy to get into his parent's bed. So, I had seen my mother nude many time before, as she had seen me. What did startled me was that her hand was down between her legs, and she was obviously masturbating. I must have made a noise, because mother, who was sitting in profile to me, looked round and quickly drew her hand away from her vagina. She flushed and said, "Sorry darling, I just need the comfort." I said, "It's all right mum, I have had to do that myself sometimes." It was as I said this I saw the tears that were pouring down her face. I went and sat besides her putting my arm round her. "Oh mother, mother, I'm so sorry, I..." She cut in, "Michael, I'm so miserable, so utterly miserable. You came home yesterday and I didn't even give you a proper welcome. And yet I'm so very, very pleased you re here. You can't know how I've longed to see you." She leaned against me, burying her face into my chest. She was wracked with sobs of grief. "Welcome home, my love," she sobbed. Tears welled up into my eyes. Her misery, added to my own, was too much for me, and for the first time since all this pain began, I joined her weeping. We clung to each other, saying words of comfort and endearment, hardly knowing what we said. We poured out our emotions of misery and loss, until at last we began to subside. We sat there, soaked with each other s tears, still holding on to each other, and mother was stroking and kissing my face. "My love, my dear love, I've wanted to see you so much," she was saying. Emotions are strange and unpredictable things. One emotion can spill over into another. Grief can even turn into laughter. If I were to tell you in relation to what happened next, "I don't know how it happened," I would be lying. I do know. Perhaps I should describe mother a little for you. She was not beautiful, certainly by the alleged ideals presented by commerce and media. She is about five foot nine tall, slender in a lithe sort of way. Her nose might be accounted a little too long with a very slight curve, and her mouth would be considered a little too wide. Her breasts, while not sagging, hang down slightly, but her pink nipples still stand out proudly and are surrounded by darker pink aureoles. Her legs are slender and well shaped. Her hair is a sort of dark chocolate brown, which she normally wears in a braid, which hangs over her shoulder and descends to lie between her breasts. Her most attractive feature are her eyes. They are dark brown and almond shaped. The one great thing about her is dignity. There was nothing artificial about this; she simply has a natural grace in all she does. In addition, I have noted at social gatherings that the men seemed to seek out her company. I was in the arms of this naked woman. We were showering each other with kisses and endearments. My penis started to grow erect and the boxer shorts did nothing to hide this. Mother saw my swelling dilemma and touched it. "Sorry mum," I croaked. "Its all right darling, I understand," she whispered. We sat silent for a while, her hand still resting lightly on my penis. I had never overtly thought about my mother sexually. What Sigmund Freud said about sons desiring their mothers may be true, but it had never been a conscious thought for me. Now, with an erection and my mother s hand resting on it, I felt thoroughly confused. Did I really want mother sexually? She looked very thoughtful, and then, very gently, pulled down my boxers to expose my penis. She slid lower down onto the couch and extended her arms to me. Her legs parted, and she looked at me plaintively and said softly, "Please, my darling, comfort me." I started to protest, but she went on, "Come in, darling," she murmured, "Come in." "But mum..." I gasped. "No, its all right, my love, just put everything into me." I entered her. She was still wet from her self-stimulation, so entry was easy. It was no wild passionate lovemaking. What happened was something utterly new to me. I moved up and down inside her slowly and tenderly, and all the time she was murmuring, "Michael... darling... so lovely... so sweet... oh beautiful..." Then I ejaculated. I seemed to flow into her rather than spurt. I gave a little gasp, and she whispered, "Darling," then it was over. Mother simply said, "Thank you, my love." I lay inside her for a long time as we kissed and stroked each other. Neither of us seemed to want to separate. We had in this act consoled each other, and now continued to do so. Eventually we had to part. We sat side by side on the couch and at last really talked. Mother pointed out that she had married father when she was eighteen and pregnant with me. "He was good looking with a radiant personality," she said, "that's how he managed to talk so many people into his schemes. It's not hard to see how girls would fall for him, even though he s forty-five. I thought there were other women from time to time, after all, he was very virile. I had no proof, I just suspected, and it seems I was right." "Have you got any plans for the future?" I asked. "Not really," she replied. "I'll wait for a while to see what happens...see if they catch up with your father, and what happens to him, and then I might sell the house and move. All the house and domestic stuff is in my name, so it shouldn't be any trouble to sell. But I don't want to do anything in a hurry. What about you?" "I'm not sure," I said, "I thought I might stay here for a while, if that's all right, while I decide. I've got enough money to live on, but I might be able to pick up a temporary job locally, perhaps at the mine, until I can make up my mind. I thought I might try for a higher degree, but I don't know." "You will be very welcome to stay here as long as you want, darling," my mother said. "After all, it is your home." I thanked her and we both stood up. She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips, and said again, "Thank you, my love." Nothing was said about our sexual act. I spent the rest of the day until late afternoon, getting acquainted with the town again. There had been a few changes here and there, but not much. I decided I would catch up with old acquaintances another time, and eventually headed for home. That evening we continued to talk about the shocks we had both received. In the way traumatised people have of going round and round the same circle, we spelt out our pain to each other over and over again. This was to continue for some days, despite our repeated resolves "not to talk about it any more." It just popped into every conversation, no matter what the subject initially. Time came for bed. I had something to ask which I had dreaded all evening, but I had to ask it. She was about to leave the room, and I burst out, "Mother, could I...could we..." She cut across my stammered attempt, "Of course, darling, if you want to come to bed with me, then come." We made soft, tender love again that night, and for the next five nights. * Things Change * For six nights, we had gone to bed together. Each day nothing was said about our lovemaking. On the seventh night things changed. So far, we could tell ourselves that this was mother and son comforting each other, giving consolation for the pain we had suffered. Our lovemaking had been very soft and tender, almost, but not quite, passionless. On this seventh night, it was as if something snapped inside both of us. We began as usual, with me just slipping my penis into mother s vagina as we lay facing each other side by side. We might lay like this for a long time, uttering loving words to each other. Then I would start to move until I ejaculated. Mother did not have one orgasm during this time, but seemed to love the physical contact with my penis. On this night, and after I had penetrated her, I felt her suddenly heave herself up towards me. I responded with a deep penetration into her, and the next moment we were wildly thrashing together. She was moaning, "Michael... darling... my dearest love... don't stop... take me... take me hard... don't stop... don't stop..." I was just as bad, crying out, "I want you... I love you... I want to fuck you always..." We came together, and for the first time ever I felt a woman s sexual fluids burst out from her, flooding her vagina, the bed, and me. This time I erupted into her, my sperm smashing against the end of her vagina. It was overwhelming. When we had finished, we fell apart, exhausted by the waves of love and lust that had washed over us. After a while mother got out of the bed and said, "Let's change the sheets and have a shower." We changed the sheets then showered together, and as she washed my penis and I her vagina, my erection grew in her hand. We dried and hurried back to bed. Now it was love making in its fullest. Mother had orgasm after orgasm, tearing my back with her nails as she climaxed, and screamed for me not to stop. I don't know where I got the sperm from, but three more times I spurted into her. I had never had a sexual experience like this before. In the early hours of the morning, we fell asleep. When I woke, mother had gone from the bed. I went into the kitchen, and she was standing at the sink. I began to speak, "Mother, last night..." I was going on say how wonderful it had been, but she stopped me. "Yes, we have to talk about last night, but calmly and quietly." She told me to sit down, and then started. "Michael, up until last night we had been comforting each other in the sexual act. It may have been wrong, but I was able to excuse it because of the awful misery both of us were experiencing. Last night was different. The nail marks down your back should tell you that." I cut in, "I know it was different. It was wond..." "Michael, listen to me for a little longer before you speak," she said firmly. "Last night it was the act of two lovers lusting for each other, taking each other with enormous power. This makes the whole thing different. Even if we wanted to go back to our previous way, or even before that, we can't. Everything has changed. Our relationship has changed. No matter how much we may want to, we are no longer mother and son in the emotional sense. That can never be again. We have given expression to the most powerful emotional force that can exist between a man and woman. We've got to decide now what we are going to do with that force." She paused, then began again. "We have been committing incest and that is rated as a terrible crime in this country..." I interrupted. "Mother, I know what we've been committing. I'm not a little boy any longer, and am quite capable of taking responsibility for my actions. It's not as if you raped a five-year-old boy or I a little girl. We are two adults who began by comforting each other, and for good or ill, it turned into something else." Mother broke in, "It's got to stop, we can't go on like this. It can only end in more unhappiness for both of us." She was clearly in a very disturbed state, and I realised that to continue this conversation would not serve either of us well at this point. I wanted badly to put my arms round her again and comfort her, but this was out of the question, as it might be interpreted as a sexual approach. I decided on a delaying tactic. "Mother, I intended to go out today to look up some of my old friends. We've been more or less continuously together for the past seven days. Let's have a break from each other. When I get back this evening, we can talk about it. She looked relieved that I had taken over the decision making, and agreed. I borrowed the car, and went off resolved to think the situation through and my own attitude. I arrived home about 6-30 p.m. Mother was in the final stages of preparing the evening meal, which we sat down to shortly after. I noted that she had gone to some trouble with her appearance. She wore little make-up, just a touch of lipstick and eye shadow. She was dressed in a dark red gown. Her hair, hanging between her breasts in its usual braid, shone with the obvious brushing it had received. The air of tension and anxiety that had sat upon her ever since I arrived home seemed to have diminished, and she had resumed her old dignified manner. I felt as if I was out on a date with a very attractive and sophisticated woman. She looked ten years younger than her age. I suspect that this was mother s intention. I, on the other hand, had not had time to shower or change. I was in jeans and a shirt that was beginning to show signs of the day s wearing. I felt at something of a disadvantage. As we ate the meal the conversation centred on my day s activity, whom I had met, what had been said, and so on. It was a careful avoidance of the conversation we both knew had to take place. We finished our meal, washed up, and at mother s suggestion we retired to the family room. We sat in separate armchairs no couch this time. Neither of us seemed to know how to start. Eventually it was mother who took the initiative. "Michael," she began almost sternly, "If we are going to go on living in the same house together for any length of time, we have got to try and sort out what our relationship is going to be. We were mother and son; we then became mutual comforters, and finally passionate lovers. Where can we possibly go from there?" She didn't wait for me to answer. It was if she had to have all the cards face up on the table. "Apart from the incestuous nature of what we have been doing, there is more than twenty years age difference between us. That's something that many people would consider disgusting..." I cut in at this point. "My father is having sex with a girl twenty five years his junior." I saw the look of pain flash across her face, and regretted having said those words. She continued. "That may be the case, but we are talking about you and me. I don't know how long you intend to stay here, but we must come to some conclusion about our relationship." I could see that this was another circular conversation in the making, so I stepped in to try to get it back on track. I decided on forthrightness. I had considered all day what I was to say, so now I thought I might as well get it said. "Mother, last night was the most wonderful, beautiful sexual experience I have ever had. The fact that it was incest and there is an age difference between us, can't change that, at least, not for me." I paused and looked at her. She was staring at me intently as if trying to read my innermost thoughts. "What I would like to hear from you," I went on, "Is what it was for you. Not about incest and ages, but what it meant and did for you." She burst out, "Oh my darling, it was..." She almost left her chair to fling her self into my arms, but stopped herself and started again. "Michael, you know how wonderful it was for me. I had never been loved like that before. But you re asking me the wrong question. I am not the sort of woman who gives herself without commitment to the person I'm with sexually. I have only been committed to one man in that way and when that commitment was betrayed it nearly destroyed me. I don't want that agony again. If we continued as lovers, I should be asking you for an undertaking I have no right to expect from you." Homecoming "You have every right," I broke in. She interrupted again. "Darling, you've got your own life to live. You will probably meet the right girl one-day, get married, and have children. You can't possibly mortgage your future to me." If engineering had taught me nothing else, it was a logical and orderly approach to things. So, I started in, setting out the problems and trying to move to a resolution. "Mother, if we continued as lovers, we both take pretty much the same risks. You are right, I can't guarantee what the future will be, none of us can do that. I might meet a girl and marry, but you might meet a man you d want to marry. Are we both going to shut ourselves off from this relationship because we've had a bad experience?" Are we going to stop the relationship we began last night because it might not last for ever?" "As for my intentions, I had thought I might stay here for a year, then go back to my studies to work for my doctorate. As of this moment that would mean being together in this house for the next eleven or twelve months. Just you and I virtually alone. Do you think we could survive that without sex, after what we've discovered about each other? Do you think we could be just good friends or even mother and son? I don't think so. It would be endless frustration and longing for me, and I think also for you." "As far as I can see, I have only two realistic alternatives: I leave here as soon as possible and don't return until the time comes when our lives have settled into something new, or I stay here for a year as your lover. If you can see any other possibilities, then tell me." "You re right," she said very softly. "There s nothing more I can say." I had been speaking rather forcefully but all the time trying to push down the lump in my throat. I now gently asked her, "Mother, do you want me to stay or go, knowing what it would mean if I stayed." "Darling..." she sobbed, "I...I..." I interrupted her, " We've both just been through losses that have cut us to pieces, mother," I murmured, "are we to be cut to pieces yet again?" "Oh my God, no..." she moaned. "Not again. I can't...I can't lose you now. Please, Michael, stay. Stay and love me like you did last night. I want you so badly...so very badly." I moved across to her and lifted her up, took her to the bedroom, and I loved her as I had the previous night. * Aftermath. * The year sped by. I got a job in the local mine as assistant safety officer. Mother continued her artwork. Our loving at times reached ferocious heights. As the year reached its end new decisions had to be made. My plan was clear. I would return to study with the intention of going on to complete my doctorate in Germany. After that, I would seek an academic position in a university. After about ten months had passed, my mother still had not made up her mind what she would do and we both dreaded the coming time when we would have to part. Then tragic news arrived. My father had committed suicide. The girl who had fled with him had left him very quickly, and the law finally caught up with him. He was in great trouble, and decided to end his life. I am sorry to say I felt no deep loss, and my mother s grief even caused me a pang of jealousy. It was silly really because after all, she had spent many years of her life with him and loved him faithfully. It was the loss and sad ending of those years that my father s suicide underlined for her. It was this underlining that announced the true ending of that past. Mother could now plan for the future. One evening as we sat in the family room, she talked about her plans. "I think what I shall do, is sell the house and a lot of the furniture. I'll keep a few things, but I want to make a fresh start. I shall move away from here to one of the big cities. It will put me closer to some of the more important art galleries, so I might sell a few more paintings." Mother s painting had improved over the past months. I like to think it was the profound experience of our loving that had inspired this, but I'm not sure. This announcement by my mother gave me the opportunity to put to her a plan of my own. I had been thinking about it for some time, but felt it unwise to broach it until mother had decided upon a move. "Zena," I began. I had been invited by mother to use her somewhat exotic name, seeing that our relationship no longer fitted the mother-son pattern too well. Oddly, I still valued the mother image in her, and only used Zena when we were alone. "Zena, I want to put a proposition to you." "I thought you did that some time ago," she laughed. I laughed with her, and went on, "Now you've decided to make a move, why don't we set up house together? With the sale of this house, and our joint incomes, we could probably manage to get a place near the university. It would be a bit of a financial squeeze, but I'm sure we could do it." Age and incest had stopped being an issue for several months now, but as she looked at me, I could see them rearing their heads again. "Darling, what would we tell people? Wouldn't it seem strange, us living together?" "Why?" I asked. "You re still my mother, whether you like it or not, and you can keep house for me. Nothing odd about that is there?" "But you might meet someone, a girl, and..." "Yes," I cut in quickly, "and I might not. I'm not looking, and don't intend to start looking. What I've got with you is more than enough. In any case, you might meet a man." "I'm not looking, either," she said briskly." So it was decided, and we eventually moved to the new house. Over the next two years life seemed to move forward smoothly. I continued my studies and mother her art, which seemed to be having increasing success. Then one day Zena made a shock announcement. "Darling, I'm pregnant." We had never used contraceptives of any sort, and I suppose I had assumed that she was past the age when she could get pregnant. But here she was, at forty-four, on the way to having a baby. "What do you want to do," I asked, when I had recovered a little from the shock. "I shall have it, of course," she replied. "But..." I began. "Darling, you put this inside me. You put it there with an act of love, whether you intended to or not. To have an abortion, which I find repugnant anyway, would be like rejecting that love. If it was the result of rape, or some casual drunken one-night stand, it might be different. I shall have the baby." I wanted to point out that having a baby at her age might be dangerous, but decided against doing so. Zena knew her age all too well and was intelligent enough to calculate the risks. She had decided, and it was her body. I did feel a little strange about the situation. The very womb I had been born from I had impregnated. It was like re-birthing myself. But the strangeness did not stay with me, and soon I began to delight in the child my own mother had received from me. The real difficulty was what we would say to the people who knew us. We could hardly admit that we had conceived the child, mother and son. On the other hand, I didn't want it to be thought that some man who had now dumped her had made my mother pregnant. There were the so-called "sophisticated" reasons we could give, like mother desired to have a child, so she let a man make her pregnant, and then sent him on his way, but such nonsense would never appeal to her. As it fell out, none of this was necessary. Opportunity came for me to make my move to Germany to complete my studies. Zena decided to go on ahead and sort out appropriate accommodation for us, leaving me to complete the necessary business, and then to join her. I completed my remaining university commitments, found a tenant for our house, and took off for Germany. It was necessary to tell one or two people a story about a recently dead husband who had departed this life leaving Zena pregnant. No one questioned this, or if they did, it never reached my ears. At the appropriate time the baby came, a girl, whom Zena decided to call Zena Michelle. I now had a daughter? Sister? Very confusing until Zena and I talked it out. I was to be big brother. It was my turn to feel the problem of age difference because I was now in my mid twenties. I wondered how Zena Michelle would feel with a big brother so much older than she was. Well, there was no point to worry. I completed my doctorate and was offered a post in one of the prominent universities in Britain. At present, I combine a lectureship with an engineering consultancy practice. In the offing is a professorship. Zena Michelle is now ten years old. Zena is fifty-five and I thirty-five. Perhaps you wonder whether our love and passion lasted. For many people, even those of more or less the same age, it fades, often very quickly. Ours hasn't. Zena looks at least ten years younger than her age, and people are often surprised when they learn that she is my mother. Our desire for each other has not faded; in fact, it has grown. As far as the world is concerned, she is a widowed mother looking after a confirmed bachelor son and a daughter born late in life. And so it will be until the end, I trust. Homecoming When he entered the room, she was standing by the window bare foot. He smiled when he saw the way her dress clung to the curves of her buttocks. She turned and smiled because her lover was home. They walked toward each other and met in the middle of the room. They embraced and shared a deep passionate kiss. As their tongues intertwined he reached behind her and slowly unzipped the dress. It slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor. To his delight he discovered that the dress was all the clothing she was wearing and she was now stark naked. He stepped back to admire her body as he often did. As if reading his mind she slowly spun around to allow him to take in all of her charms. They came back together in a tight embrace. As their tongues once again began to do their erotic dance she felt his growing bulge press against her. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders as she slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. She ran her hands gently over his chest and imagined how exciting his soft, light chest hair would feel against her nipples. It was now his turn to be a mind reader. He gently caressed her breasts and slowly traced circles around her hardening nipples with his thumbs. When they once again pressed close together she was rewarded with the wonderful stimulation of his skin and hair rubbing against her now erect nipples. She could again feel his erection that was now straining to be released from his pants. She reached down and undid his belt and pants button. When she slid his zipper down his trousers fell to the floor. He slipped off his shoes and stepped out of the pants. They kicked away the pile of clothing as she stepped back and saw his manhood fully outlined against his underwear. When she slipped her hands under the waistband and across his buttocks he became breathless with the anticipation of her first touch of his throbbing member and ball sack. He did not have long to wait. As she gently freed his erection from its hiding place her fingertips brushed against his genitals. She noticed his slight shudder when her hands glanced along his thighs while she pulled his shorts to the floor. It was now her turn to do the admiring. They stood unashamed and reveled in each other's nakedness. This time when they came together she felt the warm skin of his now rock hard cock press against her. Somewhere deep inside she felt familiar twinges, as her pussy became wet in preparation for his entering her. That however, would come later. For now they were content to continue to explore each other's bodies with their hands. She pressed tighter against him when she felt his hands firmly take hold of her ass cheeks. She purred and flicked her tongue in his ear. He was speechless when her hand came up between his legs and gently cradled his love-swollen balls. He gently sucked and nibbled on each of her excited nipples. Sometimes she preferred to have them squeezed in a rougher manner. However, he knew today was a time for gentleness. When his tongue lightly flicked across her tits she uttered her first moan of the encounter. He loved the sound of this quiet moaning and knew it meant she was becoming hot and wet for him. It was now her turn to kiss his nipples and she buried her face in his chest. When she nibbled on his chest he let out a gasp that could only be interpreted as an expression of delight. She began to slowly kiss her way down his abdomen, as she slid down to her knees. Once again he shuddered with excited anticipation as she gazed up at him with obvious love in her eyes. They hardly ever spoke during lovemaking. They were so in tune to one another that verbal communication seemed unnecessary. She stuck her tongue out and ever so softly ran it around his swollen head, paying special attention to the sensitive slit. She smiled when she heard his moans and began to run her tongue along the length of his sex tool. When she moved to the base of his manhood, he bent his knees to allow greater access to his ball sack, which longed for the feel of her talented tongue. When she began gently sucking and licking his testicles, he felt the electric charge of sexual stimulation coarse through his body. She loved orally pleasing her man and it showed in her obvious talents. Overcome with the stimulation of having her mouth on her man's private parts, she slid her hand between her legs and inserted a finger between her now swollen pussy lips. He saw what she was doing and became doubly aroused. She knew from the breathless sounds that he was making, it was time to take him in her mouth. He watched as his throbbing cock began to disappear past her lips. She held only the head and small additional portion of his hard tool in her mouth at first. He managed to control his desire to shove himself deeper into her. The excitement was almost overwhelming. At that point she allowed him to slowly slide into her throat and then she bobbed up and down on him, her lips just brushing against his pubic hairs. Both of them had entered a world of passion where the only thing that existed at the moment was the two of them. In his excitement, he had entwined his fingers in her hair as he held the back of her head. She became still and allowed him to thrust himself in and out of her mouth. He did this very gently, somehow managing to maintain control. Just as he reached the brink of his passion she removed her mouth from him and snuggled his abdomen. She had other plans for the final act of this encounter. They held each other until he retreated from the point of no return. When he once again was breathing more or less normally, she cupped his balls in her hand and again took him in her mouth. After a few minutes he felt he could no longer control himself and gently lifted her to her feet. They embraced and kissed deeply. Then he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed and he saw the juices glistening when the opening in her neatly manicured bush spread slightly. His penis bobbed around when he thought of the feeling of sliding into her warm, wet womanhood. She giggled when she saw him standing there with his erection bobbing about. Her beautiful laugh made him want to be inside her even more. Their lovemaking had grown more intense during the time they had been together, but they had not lost the joy or wonder it had produced in them from their first encounter. He went to the bed and slid in next to her. As he moved his hand up her thigh toward the center of her passion, their open mouths found each other. Again he kissed her neck and shoulders. He continued kissing his way down to her breasts. He truly enjoyed having his mouth and tongue on her tits. After a time, he continued his journey by running his tongue down to her navel, which he joyously kissed with abandon. Her engorged clit was quivering with desire while his fingers slid in and out of her hot wet pussy. She was so hot, she thought surely her steamy love juice would soon be running down her legs. She moaned loudly when she thought of her lover's tongue eagerly lapping up her ample pussy juices. However, he chose to tease her further by bypassing her cunt and slowly licking her thighs. When he finally brought his mouth to her clit, she was so thoroughly worked up that she felt the wave of an orgasm welling up inside her. As he ran circles around her clit with his tongue, she felt the full impact of her first orgasm of the day. He knew she had cum and did not want to let her come back down. He knew that he could bring her to much greater heights. While she was still feeling the effects of her orgasm he slid his tongue into her pulsating pussy. He loved having his face buried between her legs and realized the excitement of having his tongue deep in her twat was causing his cock to throb wildly. He feared he might cum just thinking about being inside her. However, he was determined to bring her to the heights of ecstasy before he entered her. His tongue continued its journey southward until he found her perfect rosebud anus. He thought he heard a small squeal when he ran his tongue back and forth over this forbidden flower. He had always been adventurous and wanted to experience everything possible with her. She had never shied away from these advances and many times surprised him with her inventiveness. He often reflected on how lucky he was to have found his perfect match for a life mate. As her squirming and pelvic thrusting intensified he returned his attention once again to her throbbing clit. It was now so engorged he was able to get his lips on it and lightly suck her. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her has an intense orgasm welled up deep inside her loins. Sensing this he slid first one then two fingers deep inside her. She was so wet and hot he probably could have put more fingers in her. However, this was a day for gentle lovemaking. Perhaps tomorrow she would desire to be taken more roughly. While he continued to lick her impossibly excited clit he slipped one of his fingers out of her and inserted the tip in her anus. She gasped and her body almost instantly began to convulse. She was experiencing a deeply intense orgasm. She reached down and pushed his face against her and thrust upward. He held his breath while he enjoyed the feel of his hot woman cuming in his face. When the orgasm began to subside she tried to close her legs, but he gently held them open. Once again he was licking her clit with abandon. She thrashed about wildly with the almost unbearable stimulation she was now feeling. He was once again sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, but she hardly felt them over the fire coming from her clit. Then she came again. This time she covered herself with her hands. She couldn't take any more. She purred at him, "I want you." And very softly murmured, "Please darling, I need your cock in me now!" She always knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He crawled up the bed and gently kissed her cheek. Then he positioned himself between her legs and slowly entered her. He wanted to prolong the feeling of the first contact between his swollen cock and her glistening steamy pussy as long as possible. As soon as he was all the way inside her he began to gently thrust himself in and out. He pulled back until he was barely inside her and then slid back in until their pubic areas were pressed together as if they were one. Then she began to meet his thrusts with her own by raising her ass off the bed as he pushed himself deep inside her. They matched thrust for thrust in perfect rhythm until suddenly all stopped. He buried himself deep inside and began exploding cum into her. As his orgasm reached a crescendo she ground herself against him as if trying to milk every last drop from him. While his cock slowly retreated from its engorged state he continued to thrust it into her. She felt herself cum one last time. He rolled over and she climbed up on top of him. They cuddled together and enjoyed the warm, tingly afterglow of the perfect lovemaking they had just experienced. They fell asleep naked and entwined with each other. Homecoming It had been such a long day for Tessa. First, she overslept and was almost late to work. Of course her boss, a. k. a "The Total Bitch From Hell Almighty" was waiting at her desk when she got there, already prepared to ream her out and decide to treat her like she had been for the rest of the day anyway. Next, everything she attempted to do took twice as long as it should have, and the barrage of phone calls she suffered as a result would have tried a monk's patience. Finally, she ended up caught in the mother of all traffic jam on the drive home, the kind that made her seriously leaving the fucking scrapheap she called a car by the side of the road and just walking home; the piece of shit almost overheated anyway. And the icing on her cake, the thing that really made her want to ram her head into a wall, was the call from Sara. The only thing that had kept her sane all day was the fact that Sara was coming home tonight; so of course, just as she was preparing to join what would soon be a shitstorm of an evening commute, Sara rings her to tell her that she was snowed in in Detroit and wouldn't be able to get home until tomorrow morning at the earliest. Son of a bitch, she thought pulling into her space in front of the apartment. Isn't 3 weeks long enough to sleep alone? Throwing her keys on the table next to the door, she decided a bubble bath is just what she needed to unwind - that and a bottle of scotch! Stripping off her clothes as she walked through the house, she grabbed her favorite CD of disco songs on her way to the bathroom. Sara hated it, but she'd been stupid enough to get herself snowed in after being away for so long so Tessa decided to treat herself. Speaking of treats, she decided that the perfect thing to go with the steaming bath and soothing bubbles wasn't scotch but ice cream. She looked at herself in the freestanding mirror and wrinkled her nose. She looked like a school teacher with her long dark hair piled on top of her head. She was full figured, maybe a little more buxom than a lot of women, with dimples in her thighs and behind her knees that creased deeply when she exerted herself. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, sighing as the blood rushed into them and made them swell seductively. "Fuck Sara," she grumbled as she padded into the kitchen. Her breasts swayed heavily and her thighs brushed against each other, sending little sparks through her and pushing her irritation out of her mind momentarily. Opening the freezer, she felt her nipples stiffen even harder when the cold air hit them, making her sigh again. After rummaging around for a few moments she located the carton she'd been searching for, a decadent pint of ice cream with rich swirls of caramel laced throughout. She looked down at her generous hips and reconsidered; Fuck it, she'd earned a little bit of pleasure after the day she'd had. Back in the bathroom, she sank down into the water, feeling it flow warmly across her skin, caressing her in unseen places. She scooped out a huge mound and practically inhaled it, relishing the first creamy sweet bite. The combination of fragrant bath oils and sweet ice cream had an oddly erotic effect on her. She closed her eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips, and settled deeper into the tub, the discordant falsetto of "Staying Alive" carrying her to a happier place. Her muscles began slowly unknotting and she the carton slipped from her grasp, falling to the tiled floor with a mushy splat. She jolted upright, her first thought that Sara was going to have a cow about the mess. Then she remembered that Sara wouldn't be home tonight and she fell back, dejected. Naturally, the more she tried to push Sara and her disappointment out of her mind, the more she thought about her. Just saying her name out loud made Tessa happy. They had known each other for five years, but had only been lovers for the last two. Sara was the taller and the thinner of the two, with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. She had a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose, but the rest of her skin was creamy white. Thinking about Sara made Tessa's body start tingling. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples, twisting and making them hard. Reaching under the water she flicked her finger against her clit and shuddered. The pressure was becoming unbearable and Tessa soon gave in to the demands of her body. Slowly she rubbed her throbbing clit, before shoving two fingers inside her steaming pussy. Oblivious to anything other than the sensations flooding through her body, she never heard Sara lean against the door jamb. She stripped silently and slipped a finger between her legs, fighting the urge to interrupt before Tessa reached the climax that Sara sensed was near. Placing her feet on either side of the tub, Tessa let out a little squeal as her fingers curled repeatedly against her g-spot, drilling deeper. With her free hand she pinched and pulled her nipples, wishing it was Sara's teeth instead. She was almost there, the orgasm just beginning to cloud her brain, when a sixth sense alerted her to another presence. Jerking upright and snatching her fingers out, she wailed with fear and frustration, trying to focus on the intruder. Shock spread through her as she realized it was Sara. Wordlessly, Sara hurried over and dropped to her knees, easing Tessa back down in the tub. She jammed one hand between Tessa's legs, working two fingers inside and started roughly finger fucking her. To help matters along, she pressed her thumb against Tessa's swollen clit, driving her right over the edge. Tessa's eyes rolled back in her head as her body thrashed around and she screamed aloud, her body exploding in successive waves of sensation. When the intensity subsided, she opened her eyes and launched herself at her lover, laughing. She caught Sara in a rolling tackle, ignoring the water splashing and the coolness of the floor on her warm skin, kissing her lover full on the lips. "God, I missed you so much, Sara," Tessa moaned, her hands frantically roaming all over Sara's body. All the pent up frustration of the day, combined with the glorious afterglow of her orgasm and the joy of Sara arriving home unexpectedly pushed her previous state of arousal to fever pitch. Grinding her body against Sara's, fisting her hands in her hair and thrusting her tongue in and out of her mouth, she wasn't even aware of the little mewling sounds she was making. Sara grabbed Tessa's bare ass, squeezing it almost painfully as they writhed together on the floor; it almost looked like some epic battle, a life and death struggle. Each tried to gain dominance over the other, but neither could get in the proper position. They crashed into the vanity, knocking brushes and bottles to the floor, but neither noticed. "It's ok" Sara cooed over and over again, sensing her partner's urgency. Tessa kissed and licked her way down Sara's neck, almost biting, sliding off to the side and clamping her lips down on Sara's hard nipple. Hearing the gasp of half pain half pleasure spurred her on. She licked and suckled, making the nipple harder and turn an angry red. Still not satisfied, she moved down until she could bury her face in Sara's cunt, plunging her tongue deep and lapping up the juices, flicking up against her clit. Sara groaned and grabbed Tessa's head forcing her face deeper in her pussy, grinding her hips up and down. Without warning she came, screaming out Tessa's name, as her juices flooded into Tessa's welcoming mouth. Not bothering to pause, Tessa slid her fingers into Sara's pussy, pulling them slowly out and pushing them back in forcefully. She continued to lick around Sara's clit, pumping her fingers in and out as Sara moaned. Eventually, Sara was able to twist around so she could lap at Tessa's thighs. Wiggling and squirming, they ended up in the classic 69 with Sara on top. She spread Tessa's lips wide, stopping to stare at the beautiful pink aroused flesh, before lowering her head and sucking at the moisture forming. Suddenly she felt something different pressing into her pussy. Tensing, she turned and saw that Tessa had retrieved a brush that had fallen and was using it as a makeshift dildo. "Oh damn girl!" Sara cried out as the brush buried deeper. Sara plunged her thumb into Tessa's sopping wet pussy, coating it with her slippery juices, before sliding it out and pressing it into Tessa's ass without preamble. Tessa cried out, squirming to try to get away, but Sara was relentless, pushing her thumb in as far as it would go. The tongue on Tessa's swollen clit, flicking it roughly, was driving her toward a second orgasm, but she wanted to take Sara with her. She started fucking Sara with the brush harder, pushing it deep and twirling it around before sliding it almost out and back in again. "Now, Sara! Come with me now!" Tessa begged as she felt her body start to tremble. Tessa licked and sucked on Sara's clit just like Sara was doing to her, the brush punishing her pussy. Sara moaned into Tessa's pussy, shoving her tongue in. She tensed and felt the pleasure start deep down inside her. She could do nothing but hold on as Tessa cried out also, her pussy filling with juices. Together they held on as their orgasms overtook them. They lay there for a long while, until it dawned on Sara that they were sprawled on their bathroom floor. Smiling and laughing, she sat up. "Honey, I'm home!" Homecoming You are exhausted, the flight from Singapore to Seattle has taken a lot out of you, but it does not stop your elation from being on home ground again. It's good to be home you think – and it's going to be good to have some "home loving" as well - a good home cooked meal, time with the family and sex. You have been working almost non-stop for a month and you just want to relax. You get off the flight and as you exit the terminal, you see me standing waiting for you. I see you and feel a pang of sympathy - you look rumpled and tired. You give me a kiss and a quick hug. We gather up your luggage and head for the car. As I drive, we talk for a while about your trip, but eventually, you recline the seat, lie back and close your eyes. The music is down low, the car's rhythm is gentle and you find yourself falling asleep. You come awake when the car comes to a soft stop. You open your eyes and look out the window – we are in an underground parking lot. "What are we doing here," you ask, "This isn't home." "I know, I thought we'd get some good R&R before we head home," I say to you. I lean over and give you a quick kiss, at the same time; I stroke your cock through your pants. I feel it begin to get hard. Now that your cock is hard with anticipation, I take out a blindfold that was in my pocket. You look at it with confusion. "Trust me, relax, you'll enjoy this," I whisper in your ear. I slide over to your seat, lifting myself into your lap, wrapping my thighs around the outside of yours. I reach up and put the blindfold over your eyes all the while rubbing my pussy against the bulge that has suddenly developed in your pants. You hear the door of the car open and I pull you reluctantly out of the car. A short while later you feel that we have stepped onto an elevator. You can hear me fumbling with something and you realize that I am opening a door. I push you into a room and your leg bumps into a bed. You feel around and confirm that it is exactly that – a hotel room you think. I push you gently onto the bed. I keep the blindfold on you and I unbutton you shirt and unzip your pants. I pull your socks, shoes and underwear off – you are lying on the bed completely naked. I climb onto the bed with you and straddle your chest. I am still fully clothed. I lean over and let my hair brush gently against your chest, tickling it. I take my tongue, swirling it around your nipple, up along your neck and to your ear lobe. I start to nibble on your ear lobe, rubbing my breasts against your chest. My hand moves up and down your abdomen, inching closer to your penis. I move my body so that I am rubbing your cock along my stomach and thighs. I leave your ear and move up to your mouth. I slide my tongue along your lips, gently nipping at the full part of your lower lip – teasing it and sucking it into my mouth. I slide my tongue into your mouth, suggestively moving it in and out. I move down the side of your neck, placing light kisses along it, taking playful bites along your skin. I move down to your chest and I allow my pussy to brush against your cock. I start to kiss your chest and then over to your nipple. I skim it with my tongue and then move to outline. I pull your nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue the way that I like you to do with mine. My hand runs over your other nipple, I take it between my fingers and gently roll and pinch it. I move to the other nipple and I administer the same treatment. I bite it a little harder and you groan. I can feel your heart pounding strongly - you are so excited - your cock presses heatedly against me. I start to kiss my way down to your cock with light butterfly kisses. I stop and you can feel my hot breath just a few centimeters away from it. I move away from it without touching it and continue down to the inside of your thigh. I kiss you there. I take my hand and roll your balls along the palm of my hand. I take a hold of both sacs with my hands, gently squeezing and massaging them. I begin to stroke up and down along your shaft. I stroke gently at first and then increase the pressure. Again, I move my mouth very close to your cock. I blow a little on it and you groan louder. I take the tip of my tongue and gently flick the head. I move away again. Your cock is pointing straight up and you feel my breath directly on it. You feel my hands on your balls again as I start to run my tongue up and down your cock and then around the head. I start to run my wet mouth along the sides of your shaft as my hands rhythmically massage your sacs. I pull my mouth to the head of your cock and begin to suck - my tongue plays just on the underside of your head. You begin to buck up into my mouth and I push you back down to calm you. We still have a lot more play coming. I start to move further down your cock. I move my moth up and down over the entire length. I take more off it in my mouth and your breathing gets rougher. You struggle to get the blindfold off, but I grab your hands. I come up on the shaft and your cock pops out of my mouth. It break the vacuum that I had created as I sucked it, so it pulls out with a soft 'plunk'. I place one of my hands at the base and hold it tightly. I take the other and begin to stroke along the shaft - it is still wet with my saliva, still wet from my hot mouth. My mouth goes to the head again – I begin to move up and down on your cock quickly. I let go of the base and let my mouth slide all the way down, and then move back up. Your hands reach out and grab my tits, you roughly unbutton my blouse and push my bra down, and you pull my breasts out, pinching the nipples. I push your hands back down and with my exposed breasts, I rub your cock between the valley of my tits. I rub the nipple of one along the shaft – you feel the hard nub pressing against the head of your cock. I pull away and bring your cock fully into my mouth, sliding the full length to the back of my throat. You thrust up and I do not pull away, instead I take you in even deeper. I pull up and almost out again, but continue to deep throat your throbbing cock. I feel you getting ready to explode in my mouth and I pull away. Naughty boy! The fun is only beginning...... I reach out and untie your blindfold. I grab the shaft of your penis roughly and pull it again up into my mouth. You hard cock strains to push deep into my moist, hot mouth. Your fingers curl themselves into my hair. I pull strongly on your penis with my mouth, quickly moving up and down the length of it. Your eyes close, and your head falls back against the pillow. You look back at me and our eyes meet, I can feel the heat in your eyes. I can see that you are struggling to contain your excitement, struggling to stop from coming yet. I can feel my wetness soaking through my panties. I want to rub my pussy along the cock that I am devouring. I feel pangs of pleasure each time your cock pushes into my mouth. I pull you into my mouth; your cock comes nearly to the back of my throat. You feel so big. You pull back out of my mouth a little, and I see the pre-cum glistening on the tip. I run my tongue back to your balls, and then curl it around the bottom of your cock; I wrap my tongue around your shaft and pull up just to under the head. I circle around and then quickly my tongue darts to the tip to get at the drops of pre-cum. I go back to drawing wet circles around the head. You move your cock into my mouth, moving it in and out of my mouth as I suck. We begin to move faster. You moans get louder; your breath comes in quick pants. I put my hands to your butt as you lift into my face. I grab your cheeks, scratching my fingers along your ass. I push at you, forcing your cock deeper into my mouth. I can feel you getting ready to come again, so I pull my mouth away. I move one hand to your balls and gently stroke, calming you a bit. Your penis is engorged, hard and rigid. I kiss it lightly again; soft butterfly kisses up to the head. I pull away from you completely. I get off you, I step in front of the bed, and I start to undress slowly for you. I have taken time to dress appropriately for this occasion. I am wearing black lacy underwear under my skirt. I slowly unbutton the rest of my blouse, I let my skirt slide slowly down by thighs and let it puddle to the floor - I step away and place my foot on the bed, my back is to you. I bend over slightly; you watch the movement of my ass as I pull my heels off. I turn to you and unclip my hose from my garter. I pull them slowly over my legs. Eventually I am standing in front of you naked, my nice shaved pussy close to your face, my large firm breasts and nice hard nipples beckon for you mouth. "Play with your breasts," you say to me. I comply immediately, tweaking my nipples. You eyes are riveted by what my hands are doing. I begin to caress my nipples. I begin to roll my hard nipples between m my fingers. My breathing gets louder. I'm soooooo wet.... I knead my tits, scratching at them. My nipples thrust away from the aureole, protruding out rigidly. I start pinching them hard. My hand dips down to my pussy and I begin to massage it. My hips begin to gyrate as I caress it harder and faster. My other hand pinches and rolls my nipples. My breathing is getting faster and I moan as I continue to stroke my lower lips. I can feel my clit throb with heated blood, engorging the area. The nub feels so large! I use one hand to part my lower lips and start to stroke my finger up and down, caressing my clitoris. I groan. I pull one of my hands up to the left nipple; the one that you know is more sensitive. I take my fingers from my nipple and thrust two deep inside my pussy. I plunge them deep into my wet pussy. My tight pussy walls wrap around my fingers tightly. Beads of sweat begin to glisten on my breast, a few drops running slowly down the deep valley of my cleavage. My pussy strains against my hands as I curve my fingers and rub my g-spot. You lean forward off the bed and start sucking and biting my left nipple. You have had enough; you reach forward and pull me onto the bed. Your hand feverishly pulls at the flesh of my breasts. Your hot mouth moves from my abdomen up to my chocolate nipples. You flick it with your tongue, teasing it with your hot breaths. You suck it gently into your mouth, slowly pop the hard nub out and then suck harder. Your tongue constantly flicks it as you draw it in and out. The nipple grows harder as you play. You then move your ravenous mouth to the other side and give it the same treatment. You stop sucking my nipples and move to circle your tongue around my dark aureole. You run your tongue in the valley between and then to the bottom of the globes. I grab your hair and try to force your mouth back to its earlier torment. You pull back from my questing fingers. My nipples now are aching. "What do you want?," you ask in my ear "Would you like me to bite them hard?" That is exactly what I want you to do. "Oh baby I want you to suck them. I want you to pinch them hard," I tell you. You reach over and squeeze the nipple. You twist it hard between your thumb and index finger. I let out a load groan. You pull my large breast back to your mouth, running your teeth along the hard nub of my nipple. You nip down on it gently and then a little harder as I moan. You begin to slather it with your tongue, running the whole length along the nipple. The nipple reacts. I feel electric sparks shoot from my breast to my pussy as your wet tongue pushes against the nub. I run my hands through your hair, pushing my tit further into your mouth. You take your hand and begin to pull my other nipple. You keep your eyes on the distended nub. Tweaking it and twisting it as it stretches. "Ohhhh honey suck it. Bite it, bit my nipples.," I moan. You again start biting my tit, pulling at the nipple, tweaking it and then lapping it hard with your tongue. My hips are gyrating against you crazily. I feel like I am on fire. I begin to whimper, wanting your cock between my pussy. I beg you to chew on my tits. You comply, alternating between the two tits. Sucking on the nipples, clamping on the tit with your teeth, chewing the nubs that are excruciating sensitive now. My bucking becomes more pronounced as I writhe under you. I try to push your cock into my wet pussy, but you have decided it is payback and you draw back. You want to enjoy your turn at teasing. You pull away and kiss the tip of each of my tits. You rock back on your knees and admire the glistening mounds. My aureoles are slick with your saliva. The nipples seem to strain against my skin. You reach down and brush your lips against mine. I turn hungrily into your mouth, our tongues entwine. I pull your tongue deep into my mouth. "You feel so good," you say "would you like me to suck your pussy like that?" You move your mouth to my belly. Your wet tongue licks along my skin. I grind my clitoris against your chest. You can feel my wetness. The sensual smell of my pussy rises up to you. I guide your mouth to the top of my mound. You stop, hesitating just a breath away; I can feel the air move around my clit. "Baby please..." I pant. You bury your face in me. You run the length of your tongue along the bottom of the lips of my pussy. Your tongue feels so good. I feel more electric shock course through me. My pelvis thrust towards you and your tongue makes contact again. You lick my pussy as if you are licking an ice-cream cone, lapping at it. You spread my lips gently and flick the tip of your tongue along the ridges of my pussy. You move slowly up to my clitoris and flick it rapidly with your tongue - this causes me to whimper. I push my pussy even closer to your tongue, begging you to envelop it. You bury your tongue deep into the center of it. My juices gush as I feel your tongue deep into my cunt. You push my legs wider, trying to penetrate me deeper with my tongue. I feel a searing pleasure. You move your tongue rapidly over my pussy, darting to my hole and then to my clit. You take your finger and begin to rub my clit as your tongue works. I feel like I am about to burst. You wrap your entire mouth around my clit and begin to suck on it gently, al the while flicking at it with your tongue. You take two of your finger and plunge them rapidly in my hole. Finger fucking me. This is too much for me; I feel the pressure building and scream. You feel the muscles of my vagina pulsate around your fingers; you continue to pump them in and out of me. "Ooohhhhhh!" I scream. You feel the rhythmic contractions of my pussy around your fingers escalate. "Yes, luv! Oh God, oh God, oh honey don't stop..." I am on the edge of coming..........so close…… You pull your finger out of my pussy and push my pussy up - you thrust your tongue deep into my vagina. You stroke it in and out. You pull at the juices that are dripping out. You move your tongue up to the engorged clit, working it with your tongue. My head is rolled back as you suck my clit into your hot, wet mouth. You let go of my clit and plunge your tongue back into my dripping pussy. My hips are going wild! I am riding the thrust of your tongue. I grind my pussy into your mouth. I am beginning to orgasm. You switch back to my clit and wrap your mouth around it, pulling at it hard, sucking it. While you suck on my clit, you thrust your fingers back into me. You fuck me with your fingers while you suck on my clit. I feel a tremendous orgasm spasm through my body; it crests and then crests again. Every muscle in my body convulses as I erupt into this orgasm! You push your mouth on mine, your fingers still move in and out of my pussy. Your mouth swallows the screams of pleasure that I cannot seem to stop - my vagina's seismic contractions continue around your fingers. As my body begins to settle, your mouth moves back down to my clitoris and you suck harder. Your fingers plunge harder and faster, sliding in and out of me and I cum again - a second, unbelievable orgasm. I whimper and my thighs squeeze your head as my second orgasm burst through me. I look down at you and find your smiling up at me with a look of triumph "Honey that was awesome!" I tell you. I decide that since you have been such a good boy, you deserve something in return. I push you onto your back and climb up onto you, letting your hard cock brush my wet pussy. I lean up against, my breasts on your chest and your cock resting against my ass. I start to rub up and down. You have made me so horny and I have been waiting to feel your cock inside me. I lift up and let your cock brush my pussy and you finally feel how wet I am. I lift up and straddle your cock, lowering my self slowly onto your cock, you feel so go wrapped in my nice tight pussy that I think I am going to come again. It is your turn to start moaning out loud. I pull your cock, teasingly slow into me. I grab around to your ass and pull down hard. I sit on it awhile leaning forward, rocking very gently. I then pull forward so that my tits dangle in front of your face. The large dark nipples just a few inches away from you. You strain up and take one of them into your mouth, sucking on the nipple slowly at first and then with a greater urgency. Your cock gets even harder inside me. I start to go up and down on your cock slowly. I pull back from your mouth and lift off you so that I squat over your cock. I start to bounce down hard over your hard cock, grabbing for your balls and trying to massage them as I do this. I start riding it hard and fast, wildly. You cannot stop moaning and whimpering and I do not want to stop. You love the feel of your cock plunging into my wet throbbing pussy. I ride you as hard as I possibly can. Your hands are on my waist as you help to slam you into me. I push forward and you bite and suck my nipples as my hips feverishly move you into me. I can see in your face that you want to come, but you grab me and pull me off – you roughly push me down in front of you into my favorite position, doggie style. You ram in hard and fast while reaching around to rub my clit. My left hand begins to alternately pinch and pull my nipples. You fuck me hard. My breasts bounce back and forth, as you slam into me harder and more intensely with each thrust. I push off to meet each of your plunges. I slam into you as hard as you slam into me - I take you deeper into me. You straighten out and pulling your hand away from my clit, you rest your hands on my ass, using that as leverage for your thrust. I rise up and put my hands against the headboard, using this as leverage. You are moving fast as you can feel the pressure building. I push against you meeting your strokes. My pussy rhythmically contracts, you feel you cock being squeezed tightly, I feel the beginnings of your hot cum inside me. My muscles clamp down around your cock until it is hard for you to move. It is so tight and hot. You thrust even harder, burying yourself deeper. My muscles are squeezing around you as I orgasm and you cannot take any more. Cum erupts up from cock in a flood, you experience the strongest orgasm you have ever. You groan as the cum continues to spurt out of your cock. You arch your back, rock back and forth, shaking violently as fiercer spasms wracked your body. Finally, when our bodies' settle down, you gently roll off me, fall to the bed carrying me with you. We both lie holding one another, exhausted from the incredible experience - neither of us ready to leave the room and return home for any time soon. Homecoming I’ve managed to get home before you and only I know why… I jump in the shower to get myself ready for what is to happen. I have to be quick as you’re due home shortly. I’m going over what I’m going to do to you in my mind and the temptation to relieve my erection is enormous, but I’m not going to touch it. I finish my shower and towel myself dry. Running into the bedroom, I throw my dressing gown around me and tie it up at the waist and then make my way to the hall, which is where my plan will come to fruition. I hear you coming up the drive. All the lights are off in the house and you don’t know that I’m already home. If only you knew! You put your key in the door and start to struggle through it with your briefcase in one hand and a shopping bah in the other. You look up and see me standing in front of you, leaning against the wall. One leg is up, it’s foot resting on the wall allowing my dressing gown to open slightly. You can see the hair on my chest and can tell that I’ve just showered. I lean forward and raise my hands until they’re supping your face, then I lean even further forward so my lips are now touching yours. I manage to kick the door closed with an outstretched limb. You’re still standing there, holding your case in one hand and the shopping bag in the other, slightly shocked. Our lips slowly open and our tongues meet in the middle. It seems as though a shot of electricity has shot through the both of us. Still you stand there, unable to release your burden. I move forward and my arms move around your neck, as our kissing grows more passionate. You can feel my erection against your stomach as it presses your navel. I remove my lips from yours and start to kiss you face and hair. I move my head round slightly so I can get access to your ear. I gently start to nibble your ear lobe and I can tell that you enjoy this as a moan escapes from your lips. Suddenly, you manage to drop your bags and you encircle my waist with your arms. I begin to lower my head, kissing and licking your neck. I can feel the goose pimples on you and can hear your sharp intake of breath. I remove my arms from around your neck and lower them until they are level with your breasts. I start to unbutton your whit blouse, just a couple of buttons, enough to expose the firm tops of your breast. My lips leave your neck and travel to your breasts. I can feel you tremble slightly as I start to kiss them, still ensconced in their lacy prison. You remove your hands from around my waist and reach into my dressing gown. You start to feel for my cock but I move away. This silent signal makes you understand as you remove your hands and place them back to where they were. I resume my kissing. First one and then the other breast. My hands reach down and I tug your blouse out of your skirt. I continue to undo you, working my way up until your belly is bare and I can see your navel. I again move my head further down, kissing in between your breast and down your belly to your navel. I kneel in front of you and carry on kissing your belly. My hands reach around your back and I begin to stroke up and down on your spine, until I reach under your skirt and begin to feel your buttocks. Kneading them. Caressing them. I look up and see that your eyes are closed, your head leaning against the door, your mouth agape. You start to lick your lips in anticipation of what is to come. My hands find the zip on your skirt and I tug it down. Your skirt falls around your ankles. The only thing separating me from your pussy is a thin layer of silk. I tilt my head forward whilst still caressing your bottom and kiss you through your panties. I can sense your arousal. I can feel the heat. I can smell you juices. I can see the wet patch starting to form in your crotch. I move my mouth over you pussy lips and start to lick you through the material. I can hear you gasp. I grasp the waistband of your panties and start to tug them down. I want them in the same place as your skirt. At last, I manage to get them down and you step out of them. You are now naked. I can see your pussy clearly. Your shaven lips are just inches away from my mouth. You open your legs wider so that I can have complete access to you. I move closer and closer, but not actually touching. I start to blow very gently on your engorged clitoris. The combination of the heat of your pussy and the coolness of my breath send shivers up your spine. I dart out my tongue making firm contact with your clitoris. I can taste you. I can smell you. I can see the juices running down the inside of your thighs. My tongue starts to vibrate on your clitoris and I raise one hand towards your pussy. I extend my finger and ease it into your warm, inviting wetness. I start to lap at your pussy with my tongue whilst simultaneously pumping one, two then three fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. This seems to send you into overdrive. You start to shake. Your knees buckle. You take a sharp breath. Your orgasm sweeps over you and you almost collapse from the intensity. I stand up and look you in the eyes. I have a smile. You can see your juices on my chin. I lean forward and kiss you and you can taste yourself on my tongue. We part our lips. I can see that you are flushed. “What on earth did I do to deserve that?” you ask. “Being you.” I reply THE END Homecoming I entered the loft doing my best to juggle my duffle back and a dozen roses I was carrying. I looked around and didn't see you. I called out and you responded that you were up in the bedroom. I leave the bags on the floor and make my way up the spiral aluminum staircase to the second floor where the bedroom is. I see you lying on the king size bed, with black satin sheets. You were wearing a very sexy outfit, that resembled that of a dominatrix but with a few differences, it was sheer. Your breasts and sex were clearly visible to me; the thong string hid nothing of your rear. You also wore spike heels with straps that wound up to your knee. I felt my erection growing rapidly, as I looked up and down your entire body. I found myself walking towards the bed. Then when I reach the bed I start moving across it on my knees towards you, the roses still in my hand. You lay back so that your entire body is supine. I'm stretched out next to you, and place the roses down. I then take one of the roses out of the bouquet and bring it to your lips where I run it across them. After they clear your lips I lean down and kiss you gently and lovingly. "Roses... That's so sweet." you say lying back on the bed letting my hands roam over you for a minute before you sit up and push me onto my back on the bed. "But..." You clear the roses off the bed with a sweeping motion before throwing one leg over me to straddle my hips. "I'm just not in a sweet mood." You take your time slowly stripping me, your touch lingering and teasing. When I reach for you however you move just out of reach. I'm temporarily taken back by both your aggressiveness and your teasing, but only for a second. I decide that it's best for me to just lay back and enjoy the whole thing. My shirt was one of the first things that went. My body shuttered as I felt your mouth kissing my chest, then your tongue lightly flicking at my nipples, just before you bit one of them. "Damn!" I yell out in surprise, but you can tell I'm enjoying it. I lower my hands to my sides and reach out in an attempt to feel your thighs. You take my hands into yours, when you feel my fingers brush your thigh, and then lift my arms over my head. Leaning over me you let your nipples brush over mine and whisper into my ear, "Shhh. Just relax..." You lean down closer and rub your whole front over me. I can feel the sharp contrast between your skin and the cool material of the outfit your wearing. You give my earlobe a quick nibble before sitting back up and proceeding to strip off the rest of my clothes. You toss each piece of clothing behind you as you remove it until the floor is cluttered with my clothing and I lay naked on the bed. I smile, as I lay naked before you. I can feel my cock getting harder as I look you over, admiring your awesome breasts. Your nipples look as if they want to burst through the sheer material of your outfit. As I continue to explore your body with my eyes I see that my current condition has affected you as well as I see the wet spot forming on the material just above your sex. "You my dear make relaxing difficult. So am I just supposed to lay here and do nothing?" "For now." You tell me trailing your fingers up my legs, following with an occasional kiss or lick. You move over me barely grazing my cock as you continue up my body. "You should rest now, after your trip you must be tired." you continue to lick and kiss your way up my chest. Once you've settled your hips over mine you let your nail scratch down my front. I growled. "Rest... I don't need no stinking rest." I say half laughing as I grind my hips a little, trying to get you worked up. "Seriously I'm fine. And all I need is you. So why don't you get a bit more comfortable and get undressed." Laughing you shake your head. Without a word you lean over me again and bury you fingers in my hair pulling my head up and kissing me roughly. Pulling away you bite my lower lip and squeeze me again with your thighs. Your long hair surrounds both of our faces like a curtain of privacy. Instead of letting me go, you lick my lips and kiss a trail to my neck. You release my head long enough to push your hair back out of my face so that you can bite my neck. Your hands begin to move over my shoulders and chest. You whisper into my ear, "If you want it off, you'll have to take it off yourself." But you make no move to get off of me. I smile as I move my hands down to my side and then to your thighs. My hands start sliding up the front of your body up to your breasts. I rub my hands on your glorious mounds, watching them grow larger with my touch. Feeling their warmth through the sheer material that you are currently wearing. I sit up and take your face into my hands and kiss you deeply. Then I lick the side of your face, and work my way down your neck. As I do that my hands are sliding cross your shoulders and lowering the straps of the outfit so that I can begin to take it off of you. I'm very hesitant as I lower the outfit down past your breasts and I immediately place my head in between them and first nuzzle in between them, before I start licking, sucking, and biting them. Pulling my head away from you gently, you ask me, "Are you sure you want it off?" you press your now bare breasts against me leaning close to kiss and lick my neck. "I think it would be fun if we left it on... something different anyway." Then you reach down and boldly stroke me. Rubbing the head of my cock against the now very moist material protecting your sex. Slipping it aside you glide it's head over your entrance, teasing us both in the process. "Hmmm? What do you think?" you ask again. I smile mischievously and simultaneously raise the outfit so that it's one again covering your body. I then lean back into your breast and flick my tongue over your now covered nipple. "Feels different, but I'm game if you are." I take my right hand and slide it in between us and place it over your hand and help you in stroking my hard cock along your sex. Once I have the rhythm that you've created down, I move you hand (and my cock) away from your sex and then place my hand on your sex, covering it with my palm and start rubbing up and down the wet material. "If you get any wetter down there this outfit might break." "If you don't give me what I want soon my outfit will be the last of your concerns." you say. While one hand continues to stroke me, you move off me and lay beside beside. You move your hips out of my reach and begin to kiss and lick me from my neck to my navel. Your mouth then takes the place of your hand. You lick and suck me until neither of us can take anymore. I place my hands on your head as you lick and suck my cock. I never thought that I could get any harder, but I did. I could feel your hand rolling my balls around and it makes me want you even more. We both feel my balls begin to tighten as I approach climax. I try to warn you, but you don't seem to care. Then as if you knew exactly when it was going to happen you pull back so that my cock isn't completely in your mouth and I begin to cum. After several large spurts, I was done. I looked at your face and you had drops of my cum on the edges of your lips. You then lick your lips and take the excess cum into your mouth. "God baby I'm so hard for you. And now that you've helped me I'll give you whatever you want. So do you want me to eat you or do you want me to make love to you until you beg me to stop or both?" You smile contently and lay back on the bed beside me. "Both sounds fun." You lean over me to kiss me passionately rubbing your body against mine and letting your hands roam over my body. Subtly reawakening it. I smile as I climb on top of you, my body mere inches from you as I begin to kiss you starting at your neck and then working my way down to the valley between your breasts. I open my mouth and barely graze your body with my lips while I make a trail with my tongue. When I get to your breasts I take turns sucking on each of your nipples and flicking at them with my tongue. Your nipples are gloriously hard (just the way I like them). After what seemed like forever I begin to move down yet again, passing your navel and going to that hidden treasure chest that is your sex. Once at your sex I become extra playful as I lick your entire area, your pubic hair, your lips, and then finally I enter your sex with my tongue and thrust it into you deeply and twirl it around while inside of you. As I pull my tongue out I hook it so I can scoop you juice out. I then raise my head and look at you as I pull my tongue back inside of my mouth and enjoy the taste of your sex, before I once again place my tongue inside of you. You growl as your back arches. You love the way I tease but you want more. "Enough!" You say impatiently. "I need you!" you reach toward me to pull me up over you. I go willingly as I rise up until my body is perfectly over yours. I feel your heaving chest and it not only makes me harder but I also want you more. I then lean down to you and slip my steel hard cock into the warmth of your sex. You seemed a little shocked that I was able to enter you through the material. So as I pull out and start to thrust back into you I tell you that while I was feasting on your sex I made a hole in the material. You try to scowl at me for tearing your new outfit but as I thrust back into you all you can do is moan loudly from the pleasure. The material still covering the outer lips of your sex as I move in and out of you is strange and extremely erratic. Your back arches and your nails dig into my shoulders, as your moans get louder. I encourage you to moan loader as I begin to thrust into your steamy love tunnel even harder. I can hear my balls slamming into your body, and it only further encourages me. While I'm thrusting into you I place my right hand over your sex and begin to rub your clit. Your eyes close and you lean your head back, lifting your back further off the bed. You moan even louder. You reach for my free hand and move it to your breasts that are aching for my touch. But instead of complying with you, I tell you to hold them while I use my free hand to lift your ass so that I can push even deeper into you. I move my right hand and use both hands to push your legs wider. Your hands reach out above you to brace against the headboard and push back down on me as I thrust hard into you. This leaves your breasts, freed from the confines of your outfit, to moving with the motions of our love making and teasing me to touch them. I continue thrusting into you as hard as I can. I lean forward so that my weight adds to our lovemaking and has me penetrating deeper into your sex. This also gives me the freedom to get my mouth over your breasts and to start playing with them. "Oh, I like that." you moan. Your arms go around me pulling my head close, and then move down my back to my ass. You squeeze my ass as I move into you and hold on to me, lifting your legs higher. But you want more of me and in this position you know it's not possible. You sit up pushing me back onto my knees. I look confused for a minute but when you pull yourself up onto my lap I pull you close and moan when I feel how deep my cock is sheathed inside you this way. Holding onto my shoulders for leverage and with your feet on the bed behind me, you start to move. Faster now than before almost frantic to find your release. "Oh yeah baby that's it." I say slightly out of breath but no less excited as I squeeze your ass with my hands and start to slam you down on my cock that seems to be still growing even more inside of you. I also become more feral and start to bite your breasts as I suck harder and harder on them. You practically scream with the pleasure and intensity of our lovemaking. Your grip on your shoulders tightens and your nails dig into my shoulders. "Now! Give it to me now!" I smile mischievousliy and say in a part growl. "Not quite time yet my little minx. I'm not ready to finish this just yet." I seemed to drive my cock up into your stomach. You felt so full and yet i continued to push in. I looked down between our bodies. I could see where my cock disappeared into your sex. The lips of your sex stretched obscenely around my fat shaft. I slowly pulled back and watched as the inner lips of your sex stretched and pulled out with it. With each thrust the distance that i pulled it out before i slammed it back into you shortened and the thrusts became harder and faster. I plowed into you with long fluid strokes as I watched your face as you chewed on your lower lip and tossed your head from side to side. You moaned and groaned as the pleasure built up inside of you. You couldn't stop yourself from yelling out as the pleasure mounted. "That's it! Oh God Yes! Drive that big cock into me, give it to me hard!!" you screamed as you stared into my eyes. "I'm going to give it to you alright." I say as I pull out of you and in almost a continuous motion i roll you over onto your hands and knees with your ass sticking out into the air. I lined my cock up with your asshole and pressed forward. Suddenly, the head of my cock pressed past the sphincter and half of my cock slammed into your ass. You could have killed me for stopping but when I started pressing into your ass you gasp arcing your back to accommodate me. "So big!" you moaned. Once i start My long even strokes plunging deeper and deeper inside of you, you moan and scream with pleasure. You reach down between your legs and rub your aching pussy as I a start to slam harder into your ass. I looked looked down and saw the small red mouth of your asshole grasping my cock. I watched as it slid into you as you pressed back against him. My cock disappeared into you and I moaned at the clutching of your asshole. I grasped you by the hips so that I could guide you. You seemed seemed to be enjoying the sensation of my fat cock sliding in and out of you. You picked up the pace trying to match that of the rubbing you were giving your aching pussy. You grunted every time I pushed into you. I straighted out one of my legs and slightly raised myself so that i was at a better angle for a deeper penetration and i started pummeling your asshole. I was lost in ecstasy and thrust like a machine. The pressure around my cock was constant and intense. I watched as you tossed her head from side to side. I could hear you mumbling, but didn't know what you were saying. I raised a hand and slowly traced a finger along your spine. You shuddered at my touch. My hand slid along your side and reached around to grasp one of your breasts. I squeezed your large tit and then rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. You let out a loud shout and I felt you shudder. Your back arched as your orgasm rushed up your spine and down into your legs. Your mouth opened and a strange animal moan escaped your throat. The sound of your throaty moan spurred me on and my cock slid in an out of you like a jack hammer. I moved my hand until it covered your hand and i add more pressure to your rubbing. Holding my fingers to your hungry cunt, you pull away from me, and turn to face me. Even though you have had an orgasm you want more. "I want to feel you in here again." you squeeze my fingers that are still massaging your clit to indicate your meaning. Your other hand wraps around my throbbing cock gently pulling it toward your hot sex. I pull your hand away from my cock and then take my hands on your legs and lay you on your side. I prop your right leg on my shoulder, which has the effect of spreading your legs and thighs for me. I then placed my hand on the lips of your sex and felt the heat and the moisture coming from it. "I think i'm going to give exactly what you need." I say. But what i give you isn't what you wanted. I insert 2 fingers into you and begin to finger you as if i had my cock inside of you. You know i'm stalling, trying to regain enough compossure so that i can love you all night long. You growl at me in frustration but I only laugh and continue to finger you. You know that it's pointless to argue with me though so you close your eyes and enjoy what I am will to give you. With your right hand you massage your breasts while using your left to push against the headboard for leverage. As good as it feels however my fingers are a poor substitution for my thick cock that you want to feel deep inside you. Your moans turn into a whimper and you plead with me to enter you. I take my fingers out of you and replace them with what you have been asking for, with what deep down we both want. My hard cock inside of your tight dripping wet cunt. I ram it all the way inside of you, since i don't have to worry about you not be lubbricated enough. But the tightness of your pussy still takes me by surprise as i moan out load while my cock gets used to being inside of you again. I slowly start to withdraw making sure that only the head of cock remains, then i ram it to the hilt inside of you. My balls make a loud slapping sound as the hit the cheeks of your ass. You moan loudly when I fill you with my thick cock. I am so deep within you it's almost painful, but you slowly become used to it and it feels way too good to stop me. Your moans are low as I continue, almost a growl of satisfaction, as I slam harder into you. You release your breast and push on the headboard with both hands to keep close to me. I hugged your left leg to my chest with my right arm as i continued to jackhammer into you. I placed my left hand on your ass and slowly began rubbing it. I looked at your gorgeous sweating body and felt my cock grow even harder. Before I knew it i was begining to raise my hand and then spank you. After each spank i would lovingly rub the spot that i had just spanked. You growl and reach back for my hand that is still rubbing your ass pulling you closer. Your very close and want mr to cum with you. You squeeze my fingers in yours and urge me deeper, "More," you say with a moan. "Faster!" Your growl and then words invigerate me even more. I feel myself becoming more animalistic. My hunger for you body seems almost unfillable. I pull my hand from you and then use bothe my arms to turn you over until your on your stomach. The movement was smooth and quick, you know that i must have pulled out of you for a few moments but you don't remember my doing so. As soon as your on your stomach i lift you up enough that i position you enough to where i can take you doggy style. And i give you what it is you wanted. I start thrusting into you harder and faster, like a jackhammer, with my cock. I lean into you as far as possible placing much of my weight on you, keeping you in my control. You pull your legs up under yourself and tilt your hips toward me, getting me as deep as possible with my weight on you. You love the feel of my warmth on your back and you press yourself as close as possible. "I'm so close baby...please...give me more!" "Oh yeah... baby... I'm... going.. to give all of it... to you." I said as I put everything I had into the next 5 thrusts, driving my rock hard cock as far into your sex as i could. I felt as if i was touching your cervix, and on the 5th thrust i came like a rocket. I continued to thrust into you as I came, even though the thrusts were nowhere near as powerfull as usual. It was just my inablility to stop moving in and out of your Hot, Wet, and tight SEX. After i finished coming, i collapsed on your back and stayed there for a few moments until i had enough strength to roll off of you. "God I missed you." I said in a whisper. You gasp and shudder with your own orgasm. A moment after I rolled over to your side, you straighten your legs out to lay with me, with a contented purr you whisper back, "I missed you too!" Homecoming Then you stand up and strip down to nothing. You snuggle close to my side and rest with me contently. Homecoming I hear a light tapping at the front door. I get up wondering who it could be on this cold and snowy night. I open the door and my jaw drops in shock and amazement. I stand there looking at you unable to speak. Tears stream down my face. Your hand reaches out and gently wipes the tears falling down my face away. I push my cheek into your hand feeling the texture of your glove rough against my face. You wrap your arms around me and pull me close. I breathe in the scent of you. Its is an odor that I have never smelled before but I can not get enough of it. Your big strong arms wrapped around me hold me tighter. You pick me up and carry me to the living room closing the door with your foot as u walk. You set me down and look deep into my eyes. I stand staring at you unable to believe that you have come to me. I take my shaking hand and touch your face. Your skin is rough and cold but it the best thing I have ever touched. I take your hand in mine and pull off your gloves. Looking at your hands feeling the skin on them I kiss the palm I kiss each finger. Running my fingers over them, loving the texture of your hand. I look up at and see a tear slip from your eye. I stand on my tiptoes and kiss it away. I love the taste of your salty tear. I unbuckle your coat and push it off your shoulders on to the floor. I stand and stare at your broad chest and shoulders. I run my hands all over them all the while looking in your eyes. You lean down and place your lips on mine. I melt in your arms this is the thing I have wanted most your lips on my. Our tongues tasting each other. You start kissing me slowly and increase with a feverish pace devouring my mouth as you kiss me. I let a moan escape. You stop pull away and stare at me. My lips are swollen from your mouth. By breath short and quick. My breast have swollen and my nipples hard. You take your knuckles and brush them over my swollen nipple. I take a sharp intake of breath. You smile and your eyes glow with satisfaction. You pick me up and carry me to the bedroom with out a word. You lay me on the bed. Standing before me and shedding your cloths. I drink in the sight of you body before me. You lay next to me on the bed. You slip your hand under my robe. I close my eyes and cry out from the coolness of your hand. You remove my robe and I lay there naked in front of you. Your eyes are taking in my body mesmerizing every inch of me. You lean down and kiss me deep and soft. Your hands on my body. It feels so good to have you finally touch me. Your mouth moves down my body. Centering on my nipples sucking and biting them. My back arches trying to give u more. Your hand brushes my pubic hair. My legs falling wider and farther apart. You look up at me and into my eyes the wanting and need is so evident in them. You kiss your way down my body. Moving between my legs looking at my mound hungrily. I remember all the times' you told me how much you loved the taste. Pushing my legs farther apart. The scent of my desire waifs through the room. You gaze down at me hungrily. Slowly slipping a finger inside of me. My hips buck at the invasion. Lifting my hips and raising my womaness to your mouth. You gently lick me the feel of your toung on me is heaven. You move down slipping your toung inside me. Pumping it in and out of me. My hips buck wildly. My hands clawing the sheets, pushing your head deeper in to me. Sensing my need you stop and position yourself between my legs. Gently place the head of yourself to me and push in. The fit is tight you are so hard and big I am afraid you will not fit in me. But my walls stretch and u slide in completely. You feel so good inside of me. You start slow bit by bit you increase the speed. Lifting my hips higher and higher so you can go in deeper. Looking in to my eyes as u pump yourself in and out of me. Harder and deeper you go. My moans and screams letting you know that you are making it feel so wonderful. I can feel and so can you that we are approaching the edge. Increasing your speed. Deeper and harder you thrust. My hips raising at a fast pace to meet you. I can feel you grow harder inside me. I am getting wetter with each moment. I can tell by the look in your eyes it is time and with one last deep thrust you throw us both over the edge. Our screams echo the intensity of our erotic flight. Minutes. Hours. Seconds... later we lay exhausted our bodies covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. We kiss one last deep kiss before we fall asleep. Hours later I wake rolling over expecting you there next to me. All I encounter is just the pillow I hold every night dreaming it is you. The dull ache of the knowledge that I am still alone and that you are still so far away. Homecoming Scene As I came into the house I immediately noticed a small “post-it” note on the wall. It read “go to the bedroom quietly”. Sounded good to me so I obeyed. On the bedroom door was another note…”strip ,then go to the basement door”. I was already getting excited! I did as ordered. Another note greeted me at the door to the basement. ”Put on the blindfold at your feet, come downstairs and get on all fours. Then wait for instructions”. Well…who was I to argue? I saw little point in cheating so I made sure the blindfold was on properly. At the base of the stairs I completed the instructions and got on all fours. I was grateful someone had turned the heat up, although, frankly, I was radiating enough heat in my excitement. I felt hands putting a collar around my neck as hands caressed my broad shoulders and back. There were more than one pair of hands but I couldn’t quite tell how many. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap on my ass. I gasped in surprise as it was followed by several more ,hard and fast. I began to wonder who was doing it but dared not ask. After a moment of silence I heard giggles. Two, no, three distinct giggles. I heard more than felt something being attached to the collar .I assumed it was some sort of leash. A tug urged me forward. As I bumped into a cushion I was pulled up. I started to stand but was pushed down, shoulders to the cushion. Hands again caressed me.. back, legs thighs, ass. The gentle hands were replaced by nails roaming over me scratching but not uncomfortably. I felt a firm grip take hold of my member as it was encased in a set of rings and weights. Again I felt a sting as something slapped my ass. A rapid succession of hands and ,I think it was a yard stick, crossed my now reddening and burning bottom. Again a soft caress and whispers about what a lovely shade of pink I was showing. When I heard giggling I started to get nervous. Suddenly there was a hot stinging on my back. I could smell the candle burning as more drops found my back. The pain was still quite tolerable, bordering on pleasurable. It was not knowing what was coming next that provided the real thrill. I felt a cold tingle on my ass followed by running cold water as ice was applied to my rosy cheeks. It was a shock at first but then quite nice. It would have continued to be so had it not been followed by several quick swishes and smacks with the yardstick. It was a strange sensation when a latex hand began to tease my cock again, squeezing out some pre-cum. Warm fingers picked it up. I wasn’t sure what was next but it didn’t take long. That warm finger was brought to my lips. “You like that?” a voice cooed. “I have something else for you to taste, slut” With that I found myself breathing in her musky scent. “Let’s see just how good you are with that tongue. Eat me scum! And make it good.” She grabbed my head and pushed my face into her moistness. At the same time I felt something being smeared on my anus. It started out cold but then really turned hot, like a burning sensation. I smelled the distinct odor of camphor and knew it was tiger balm. I was writhing with the changing feelings, or maybe it was the eating that was going on. “You can do better than that slut, can’t you? I said Eat me!” “Yes Ma’am” “Who gave you permission to speak you worm?! Your mouth should be too busy, Here.” With that I was smothered again with her pussy. More spanking as my ass switched from hot to cold. Someone started to pump my cock, then just teasing the now wet head. I munched eagerly at the pussy, lapping at first with a soft full tongue up and down the slit. Then I flicked my tongue from side to side as I went up and down. I settled near the top ,making my tongue hard and flicking her clit. Her moans told me I was doing well. I closed my lips on it and began sucking it in and out of my mouth, taking time once in a while to bathe it again. By now she too was writhing. It seems I did quite well because I felt my hair being pulled up ,my face taken away from her. She switched places and I was given a new snatch to please. At the other end the balm was beginning to wear off. This was accomplished partly by the water from the ice that was applied to my ass. The others encouraged both me and each other saying things like . “Come on slut eat her well. You better do a good job. “ “That’s it...ride his face.” “You love this don’t you, you little slut.” This was usually accented with a hard slap to my ass. Nipple clamps were applied to me as I again felt something cold smeared on my ass. I braced for the alternate sensations of heat and cold but they never came. With the pumping and teasing of my cock, however, I did. “Look what you did!” someone shouted. “No one gave you permission to cum.” Whoever was on my face moved away. “Lick this plate clean like a good puppy” A plate was put in front of my face. I thought I knew what to expect. Again I was mistaken. I tasted…honey. I lapped at it when the plate was turned and I tasted something new…my own cum! As I licked the plate clean I was rewarded with soft caresses over my body. I thought the session had ended until I felt a finger slide into my well lubricated ass. I moaned as another joined it, and another. Someone was bringing my cock back to life. I’m not sure if it was the anal activity or the lips being applied to my now hardening member. More slaps on my ass. Nails raking across my back. Another pussy to eat. I repeated my performance as well as I could. By now my tongue was tiring. “Well if you can’t eat me properly, you’ll have to please me another way , slut!” I was pulled up on my knees and heard movement around me. I felt someone work their way in front of my cock which was angled down to penetrate. “Fuck me ,toyboy. I want to feel you inside me.” As I began to rock forward and backward into her, I felt a new pressure at my asshole . As the dildo entered my ass I thrust back on it taking it in. We worked out a wonderful rhythm. They must have been playing with each other because I knew I wasn’t causing all the moans , groans, and cries of pleasure. The clamps were taken off and someone pushed on my pinched nipples. I don’t know which is more painful, having them put on , taking them off , or someone pushing on a freshly released nipple. I yelped with the pain and was rewarded with a smack on the ass. “Quiet toyboy! Just fuck me and take in that dildo. Fuck him like he’s fucking me. Faster! Harder! Come on slut!” I could barely concentrate on everything going on. I was in heaven but didn’t know how long I could last. I could feel her hands rubbing her clit as I pounded into her. She was thrashing under me and I knew she was about to cum. A squeal of delight, a shudder and a long moan confirmed it. She pulled away and I felt the dildo rammed into me. “Let’s see how much you can take, slut. Can you take more” She cooed. I didn’t think I could. It was beginning to hurt. “No, no more, please. It’s sooo deep!” “But I thought you liked it deep” she teased. “Maybe you need something bigger.” With that the dildo was removed and a bigger one took it’s place. It felt huge but so satisfying . Again I felt the tug of the leash. I was pulled to a squatting position onto the dildo. You’ve pleased us, boy. Now you’ll entertain us. Ride that dildo! Up and down, that’s it. Up higher and down hard. Don’t touch your cock!’ Slap. Hot was dripped on my back. I arched as it stung. “Ride it slut! Faster!. I want to see you bounce on it!” I thought I might cum even without touching my cock. The cockring was removed and someone massaged my balls. Hands grabbed my cock and teased it. “Now jerk off for us. Don’t forget to ride the pony!” I started to pump my cock. “Faster, slut! We don’t have all day. Pump it hard and fast!” I was about to cum when my hand was grabbed away. “Changed my mind. You don’t get to cum yet.” I felt cuffs being put on my hands as I was pulled to standing. The dildo was yanked out of me and replaced by a plug. My hands were raised above my head and I was held in place. Then things got very quiet. I stood there , helpless, cuffed, blindfolded, with a buttplug up my ass. I heard steps as the women went upstairs. The door opened and closed. I was alone. I have no idea how long it was until, finally. I heard footsteps . With no clue who it was I started to get nervous. Whoever it was, they came closer. I could hear the feet on the carpet. A warm mouth engulfed my cock , reviving it once more. Hands stroked my body all over, resting on my ass cheeks. The plug was pushed and pulled. The mouth stopped and I could feel a body pressed against mine. My cock was guided into a hot wet pussy as her body writhed against mine. Her tongue teased my nipples as she humped me, pulling me into her by grabbing my ass. Her lips found mine as she kissed me deeply. My hands were released and I brought my arms around her returning the passion. She broke the kiss long enough to say “Happy birthday hon”. Mmmmmmmm. It’s one I’ll never forget! Homecoming At 25,000 feet my mind drifts back to the last six months. My deployment to Operation Baltic Hammer is over. 147 combat missions and I'm still alive. My plane and body are still in one peace and I'm coming home. I scan the inside of my cockpit as I have done a million times before. The heads up display tells me I am on course at 25,000 feet and the final waypoint marches to the center. I scan outside of my plane. Yup. Razor is right where he should be. A steady 36 inches and to the right of my wing tip. Razor. What a character. He will be off to Nellis in a few weeks to begin the flight phase of selection to the Thunderbird team. When he found out he had been selected for trials, he started hanging his helmet upside down in the classic number five opposing solo position. He swears he is going to make it onto the team. Ah youth. Hell, he is only twenty-seven. Not much younger than I am. The sunlight shines through my canopy in a bright glow. It is good to see the sunlight after six months of clouds and rain. The mountains of Arizona are barren compared to the mountains in the Baltic States. I'm almost home now. "Strike Eagle Lead, this is Luke tower. We have you on radar showing 25,000, heading 112 degrees, range 45 nautical miles. Air traffic is commercial at 31, 050, heading 270 degrees, range 22 nautical miles. You are cleared into military air space and is free of other traffic. Winds are 2 miles per hour south by southwest. Visibility 75 miles, ceiling is unlimited. Cleared for landing, runway two one north, over. Roger Luke tower, this is Strike Eagle Lead. Thank you and requesting missing man formation flyby for squadron. "Roger, Strike Eagle Lead. Permission granted. Luke tower out." The squadron forms up on my wings. I look out my canopy and see Razor looking at me. I know what he is thinking. The same thing we all are. The missing man formation is for Spade. Shot down in the Balkans. His body was never recovered. Spade was Razors roommate in the academy and flight school. He was also Razors best man when he and Samantha got married. We see the base up ahead as we drop our altitude to three hundred feet. Lined up on the runway. Air speed 180 knots. I can see the people on the ramp. Ten miles and closing. Five miles. One mile. Center ramp and Digger pulls hard on the stick as the crowd passes under us. We all separate now heading back to the south end of the runway. Razor kicks it up to the afterburners and rolls inverted as a signal to Samantha that they are going to Nellis. Eight ball is next in the flyby. It looks like he is going to drop out of the sky he is moving so slow. The nose is up forty-five degrees and the speed breaks are out. I Kick the afterburners and am greeted by the slam into the ejection seat. The crowd passes in a blur and I kick the rudder hard left. Grunting hard now. 9 G's now. G-suit is tightening around me. One turn, level and pull hard on the stick and kick the rudder. Strait up and roll. Watch the altimeter. 25,000. 30,000. Roll it over. Level out. Head back to the end and land this thing now. Wheels down. Steady on the nose gear. Down. I roll to the ramp and raise the canopy. The crew chief directs me to park. Slow on the breaks. "Strike Eagle, welcome home sir. Luke tower out." I smile. I power down and remove my gloves and helmet. The ladder is up and the crew chief helps to unbuckle me from the ejection seat. He climbs down and I follow. American soil. I haven't felt it under my boots in six months. I look around as the families' race to the planes to hold their loved ones. I turn to look at my plane and touch her skin. She has been faithful to me. She carried me into battle and brought me home. The crew chief extends his hand and says, "Welcome home sir. It's good to see you and my bird." It's good to be home Tom. I shake his hand and hand him the logbook from my flight bag. The air is hot and humid and the smell of jet exhaust is strong. I smell a light perfume and hands coming over my shoulders to my chest. Distantly familiar hands that race to the front of my memory. I turn to see a tearful, smiling face. I take you in my arms and hold you close. These arms kept me going for so long. The memory of your touch. Our lips meet in a kiss that tells on each other. We have been apart for too long. The kiss is mixed with different emotions. I miss you. I need you. I was worried. I am happy. I am relieved. I want and desire you. Our kiss ends and I step back to drink you in. You turn like a runway model. Your dress covers your body and hugs your every curve. I am amazed at the sight before me and smile at you. I take your hand and walk towards the waiting bus to take us back to the squadron. The wives have decorated the squadron with welcome home banners and balloons. The cold air conditioning is refreshing as I walk through the doors. The smell of real food is strong in the air. A caterer has come in to feed us. We all mix and mingle with the other wives and pilots. I leave you to change clothes. In the locker room, I sit and think about the last six months. A flood of emotion hits me. Razors locker and Spades are next to me. A yellow ribbon on Spades locker tells it all. I open the door and see the pictures taped to the inside of the door. Not. Much left inside the small locker. He had most of his stuff with him. I see the pictures from Razors wedding. The tears flow as the memories flood my mind. I see the fireball as the SAM missile hits his plane. It was a strange mix of colors. The brilliant green mountains, the dark, gray, overcast sky, the red and yellow fireball and the black smoke. I never saw a parachute. I can hear the sound of his voice as he raced to dodge the incoming missile in my ears. I remember the gut wrenching feeling I had when I saw the missile hit. It was instantaneous, but he was scared. He knew the missile had him. I can't imagine what went through his mind with the missile tone getting louder in his ears. I shut the door and sit down. I get changed and go back to the party. I find you and take you in my arms. It is good to see you. I know I am complete now. I take your hand and lead you out to the parking lot. We get into the truck and leave the base behind. We drive and drive just to hear the others voice longer. Instead of going home, we drive north to the mountains. The sun is setting and the sky grows dark with the summer monsoon thunderclouds. We get out and walk along a trail to the pond, hand in hand. I love coming to the cabin. It is a place to relax. I sit under an old pine tree and you sit in my lap and drape your arms over me. I smell your perfume. So soft and sweet. You smile up at me and trace lines on my face. I stare deep into your eyes. So many emotions at play. You lean forward and our lips meet. Soft and tender. My heart skips a beat as you softly moan. My hands rub up your back and hair. Our kiss becomes stronger as the breeze picks up. A low moan comes from deep with in me. You stand up and slowly remove your dress. You stare deep into my eyes and I see the hunger building in your expression as you remove your bra. Your hard nipples stand atop hard, firm breast. A wicked smile spreads across your face. You slowly pull the French cut panties down your hard legs. You remove your shoes and stand before me and smile. You turn around and spread your legs wide and look between them as you did your finger deep into your pussy. You slowly rub your clit as your moans of pleasure fill the woods. You tell me "This is what I had to do for the last six months that you have been gone. I have to rub my aching pussy all alone while I think of you." I laugh and watch your show as I untie my shoes. Your hips sway as if you were dancing to an unheard song. Your tits sway with each movement and I am as captive as a cobra is to the charmers flute. I remove my shirt and pants and sit back down to watch you. You seem perfectly content to satisfy yourself. Your fingers slide in and out as the wet sounds of your pussy fill the air. I slowly stroke my hard cock and tell you that this is what I had to do for the last six months too. You moan your approval. Your moans get louder as do mine. In the distance, thunder rolls up the valley to us. We are breathing deeper now as the floodwaters swell within us. Your scream fills the valley as the first wave of your orgasm hits you. Your fingers are a blur as they rub your clit. Lightning flashes across the sky as you scream in sheer delight and release. You turn around and walk to me and get on your knees. The burning passion in your eyes is white hot. You say, "It looks like you need some help" as you take my cock into your hands. Your touch is electric. It has been so long since I have felt your hands around my cock. You waist no time as you are consumed by passion and take my cock deep into your throat. The sensation is mind warping. You stroke my cock with your hands as your lips slide up and down its length. Your tongue circles the head, sending shock waves through my body. Your mouth is so hot and feels like satin. I tremble at your touch. My chest heaves as I erupt deep in your throat. You moan as each spurt hits the back of your mouth. You stroke my cock, milking it, trying to get every last drop. You rise up with a smile and tell me how much you missed my cum in your mouth. We kiss and I taste my cum on your lips. You stand and take my hand and lead me to the pond. The water is cool compared to the hot, humid air. I take you in my arms and kiss you deeply as the thunder rolls through the valley. You wrap your legs around me and slowly guide me into your depths. You are so hot and wet. Your tight muscles grip and pull me deeper within you. We groan as I slowly stroke deeper into your depths. I see a burning desire building in your eyes. The rain starts to fall lightly on us as we begin to breathe deeper. Our lips meet and it electrifies our bodies. Our tongues search deeper in our mouths. Our moans get louder as our intensity grows. The rain falls harder as we thrust into each other harder. The thunder is louder as our moans turn to small screams of delight. You scream for me to fuck you harder as you dig your fingernails into my back. We stair deep into each other's eyes. Our passion wells deep within and rises like the waters of a flooding river. My hard cock slams deep into your molten pussy as you scream for me to give it to you. A flood of emotions race through my mind. I have come home to the most wonderful woman God ever put breath into. The Balkans are another life time away now. It seems like you are trying to fuck the last six months away from my soul, struggling to get me back from it's clutches. Lightning strikes near by. So loud. I slam deeper into you. Your head is thrown back and you scream with each thrust. I am dizzy. Our chest's heave and burn from breathing so deeply. The ripples in the pond have turned to waves. The rain is pelting us hard now. We scream louder as we ride the tide of emotion. I slam harder and harder into you. Tears flow from our eyes as we hold each other. The storm around us rages. Our orgasm builds and begins to sweep over our bodies. It overwhelms the storm around us. Lightning strikes an old oak tree at the edge of the pond and shatters into thousands of pieces as we cum together. Our screams mingle with the sound of the lightning. Our bodies' spasm together as I pour cum deep into you. Your pussy quivers around my cock, milking it. Our chest's heave as we sob in each other's arms. The emotion is strong. We are together at last. You raise my head and softly kiss me and say, "We are ok and welcome home..." Homecoming On Monday, she came home. What Carrie hadn't expected was the police car at the front entranceway. She parked her own car and ran up the front path, turned the door handle then promptly crashed into the unyielding wooden door. Damn!" Hey you lot, open up in there. I'm home!" She banged on the door with her fists. It swung open and Carrie found herself staring down the barrel of a gun, its hole loomed larger than its owner. "What the hell's going..." "State your name and address lady." "I'm Carrie and this is my house. What the hell is going on?" She stepped forward, pushed the gun aside then stood with her hands on her hips staring at the young police officer. "Put your hands up!" he yelled. Automatically Carrie obeyed, holding them high above her head. "Now back up to the wall," he ordered. She didn't argue, especially as his tone brooked no messing with. Her back touched the wall. "Turn around, keep your hands above your head. Spread your legs." The steel grey gun shook slightly as he barked out the orders. Carrie did as she was told. "Where are my kids?" "There's no one here." One hand held the gun steady as his free hand felt along her back. It moved around her waist and splayed across her stomach. He moved it higher, checking for weapons between her breasts. He nearly groaned as his hand brushed over one very aroused nipple; she allowed herself an inward smile. "I don't have any weapons on me." "Shut up. I'm checking." "Oh come on. I don't have anything!" His hand squeezed her breast. "What the hell are you doing?" "Checking, now shut up or I'll make you." His growl in her ear sent a chilling shiver down her backbone. His hand moved to the other breast, squeezed it hard until she gasped then bent her body forward. Unfortunately for her, her arse backed into his groin. She was left in no doubt as to the state of his arousal. Quickly she straightened. "Oh noticed that did you? You're going to feel it soon." "Get off me you, you...." His cruel laugh along with the cold metal gun poking into the back of her neck froze her to the spot. "Come with me." He pulled her back against him, then pushed her over the back of the couch. She couldn't move but managed to gasp as she felt her skirt being lifted and the gun barrel rubbed along the skin at the top of her thong. "Oh god, please leave me alone. Please let me go." Her muffled voice only spurred him on. He held the gun so the barrel slipped along the length of her butt cheeks. He rubbed it up and down slowly. "I know you want it. I know exactly how much you want it. And I can wait 'til you say it." She breathed deep, almost choking on the dusty cushion that smothered her face. Her body stilled as she felt the tip of the gun pushing against her puckered anus. "No!" She pushed herself up, spun on one foot and smacked him over the side of the head with her flat palm. Stunned, he staggered backwards, tripped over the floor rug and fell sprawling on the floor. The gun flew from his hand, slid across the floor then crashed into the wall. Carrie jumped on him, pinning him to the floor with her weight. She grabbed the cuffs from his uniform belt and with quick practised ease, handcuffed one hand, fed the cuffs through the leg of the couch then cuffed his other hand. At the look of shock on his face she felt her cheek muscles twitch. She turned around then undid his belt buckle, unzipped his trousers and lifted his half-erect manhood from its nest. She allowed herself a smile knowing he couldn't see. "My oh my. What do we have here?" Her index finger flicked lightly over its tip. It twitched. She grinned. "Goodness, there's a little life left in the ol' fella after all. I wonder what will happen if I do this," she said as she held him steady moving her hand up and down twice. She let go and watched as he sprang to life. "Please uncuff me. I'll leave if you'll just uncuff me." "Oh I will, but not just yet. I've a couple of things to do first." She heard his gulp and felt his body squirm underneath her. She rotated her hips a little, then ground herself against him. His agonised moan let her know he didn't really want to leave. "Where are my kids?" Her finger circled his penis head. "Don't do that! They're, they're safe. They're at their grandma's house." He was breathing in short shallow pants. "How did they get there?" One hand held him and stroked him steadily whilst her index finger continued to circle him. "I took them! Please stop! I took them to her myself." His squirming knocked her off balance. "Lay still damnit!" She squeezed him and he stilled his movements. "That's better. Now, why are you here?" She bent forward and flicked her tongue over his tip; he almost didn't feel it. "I... I'm here because I had to make sure the... the house was secure before you came... home. Please stop thaaaat..." This last as she took him deeply into her mouth. She tasted the first bitter drop of pre-cum. "Dear God, don't stop." Quick switch, she thought as she took him deeper. She sucked him hard listening to him moan and growl as he realised he couldn't use his hands to grab her. She lifted her head up, then turned around watching the anger and frustration pass across his face. "Please uncuff me." His eyes were round as saucers, dark brown pupils dilated. "Please." "No." She stood up, then without fumbling removed her uniform. She watched his eyes as he looked over her curvaceous body. One eyebrow raised as she saw the tip of his tongue lick his parched lips. "I want you to cum first." His body convulsed as he realised her deadly serious intent. "I just want to leave. God lady, I'm a police officer! I have a job to do here! Please let me go." For her answer, she grinned, then lowered herself into her favourite sixty-nine position. With her pussy close to his face, she took half of his now rigid cock into her mouth then sucked slowly. She allowed her teeth to lightly scrape his skin as her tongue lathered him. "Dear God, stop! I'm going to cum! I can't stop myself!" Carrie ignored his pleas, seeing them for what they were. She sucked harder, moving her head up and down. She felt the veins on the side of his shaft throb, as it expanded under her warm unforgiving ministrations. She moaned when his tongue licked her slit. When it found her clit, she gasped and sucked him hard and fast. When his tongue slipped inside her, she used hers to lick his tender tip, only lifting her head as he shouted something unintelligible against her wet body. "Christ, I'm going to cum too!" she thought as she pushed her pussy into his face and simultaneously sucked him halfway down her throat. He removed his tongue long enough to shout, "I'm cumming! I'm fuckin' cumming!" as he spurted thick cream into her mouth. She sucked him, swallowing his warm fluids, feeling his body shuddering. He recovered quickly. "Your turn baby," his tongue slipped back inside her. She felt it wriggling a little. His noisy lapping sent her over the edge. His "Mmmm you taste good baby," made her pussy throb. She licked him, ensuring he was clean before she allowed herself to relax fully, letting the sensations wash through her body. The tingling increased, she moaned as she nuzzled his cock. His tongue sought her clit, rubbing it gently. The muscles tightened inside her pussy. "Oh dear God, I'm so close. I'm gonna cum soon. So soon. Don't stop. Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Ending on a high-pitched squeal, she pushed against him hard. "Fuck I'm gonna cum! Fuck me hard lover! Fuck me! I'm cumming!" He knew she was close. He thrust his tongue inside her, lifting his head from the ground to make sure he had her deeply impaled. He felt her pussy muscles contract, grabbing his tongue deeper inside and he used it like the cock she so obviously felt it was. "Aghhh!" Her juice flowed around his tongue, and he slurped it, loving her taste. "Yes!" Carrie almost punched the air in glee. "Yes! I came! God that felt so damn good." She collapsed against him, resting until her breathing slowed then deepened. His head fell back against the floor and he waited until she turned around and snuggled up to him. She kissed him on the lips, tasting herself, enjoying his kiss. "Thank you sweetheart, I never realised I needed to cum so bad." She smiled against his neck. "I didn't realise you needed to come that bad either." He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Honey, would you please do one more thing for me?" "Mmm? What's that darling?" "Would you please undo these damn handcuffs. It's been so long since I held you." Carrie giggled, "Well, actually, I could get used to you like this. You look damn sexy. Where'd you get the uniform?" "Your partner brought it over yesterday. He figured you had a hankering." He grinned. "He knows? Geoff knows? Oh my God!" "Don't worry honey, he won't tell anyone." "Only half the force." She groaned then sat up and winked. "I think I'll leave you like this." "Please don't honey. I want to hold you." "Hmm." She feigned a serious frown. Unable to help herself she giggled. "Oh all right then, hold on a tic." Carrie took the keys from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. He flexed his wrists for a moment, and sat up. "Come here, witch." The twinkle in his eyes belied his serious tone. "Hurry up," when she made no move. "I'm coming. Talk about impatient," she moved closer and his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. "Welcome home sweetheart." Homecoming I had been out of town for four days, working an exhibit. I was looking forward to coming home and seeing you. I had Monday and Tuesday off as well, so that I could get over my jetlag and the whole hassle of traveling. It was Sunday night and there was a slight drizzle as I pulled into the driveway. I was sorry to leave the sunshine of San Diego but thrilled at the anticipation of feeling your touch. The porchlight was on but the rest of the house was dark. You must be asleep, I thought. I quietly unlocked the door and closed it behind me, locking it. My shoes squeaked a bit on the tile floor. I set my travel bag and purse in the foyer. I would deal with unpacking tomorrow. The house was quite dark. I slipped into the living room but suddenly the hair on my neck stood straight out. I froze. I wasn’t alone in the room. I turned my head slowly to the left and then to the right. The lounge chair was not in its customary place near the dining room. It was now situated by the empty fireplace. I trained my eyes on the chair and waited for my sight to adjust to the darkness. And then I heard it. Slow, heavy breathing. Still in a heightened state of fear, I listened intently. My fear dissolved into relief when I recognized the sound of your breathing. I could see part of your outline, barely, in the chair. One leg was over the armrest with your arm resting on it. “Katherine, what are you doing”? My shoulders sagged with relief as I walked toward you, finally recognizing your naked form in the darkness. “You scared the crap out of me, baby. Why aren’t you in bed”? “I wanted to surprise you, silly. Welcome back.” I lean down to kiss you and I lightly touch your breast with my hand. You pull me down with your hands on my neck. I lean on the arms of the chair and kiss you, our tongues filling each other’s mouths. I brace myself against the chair and I take off my raincoat, setting it aside and out of the way. I climb between your legs, on my knees, as the chair rocks back slowly. We kiss again and I take your breast in my left hand and knead it slowly, but firmly. I place my right hand around your waist and then slide it down to squeeze your buttocks. Your kisses are like fire and I hungrily return your passion. Your hands undo my belt and zipper and you pull my Tee-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing a bra so your hands are free to squeeze and pinch my tits. It feels so good to be back in your tender care. My left hand leaves the softness of your breasts and travels slowly to your waiting wetness. I lightly spider my fingers as they move down your stomach and to your pussy. I rub your clit and you move against me. My right hand squeezes your ass and I press my middle finger against your hole. I insert two fingers into your dripping cunt and work them around. Your tongue drives into my throat and I can feel you getting hotter as your hands pinch my nipples. You know that drives me crazy and I fuck you faster in response. My lips leave your mouth and I kiss your neck, running my tongue over your shoulder. You grip me tighter as my fingers work faster in you. Your tight pussy teases me to push farther into you. You grab the arms of the chair and rock your pelvis forward with each thrust of my hand. This is almost too much. You are so fucking hot, Katherine. I love the way you move when I’m in you. My tongue leaves a trail of wetness on your shoulder. I slide off of the chair and get on my knees. With a final thrust of my hand, my tongue dives into your cunt, where I feast on your delicious lips and creamy nectar. You strain to thrust your hips into me and I reward your efforts by pressing my middle finger on your ass hole and pushing in. Your flowing pussy has given me enough lube to get inside you without much effort. The shock causes your hips to lunge forward and I take a mouthful of you into my throat. My finger works your ass hard and your groans of pleasure drive me on. My tongue licks and sucks your lips and I can’t work fast enough to keep up with the juices you’re spilling. Your hard clit slides off my tongue and lips. I lick your cunt entrance, letting my tongue glide in circles around it. I move my finger deeper into your ass as it grips me tight. I move around and rotate my finger from side-to-side, which you love. Your hands stay entangled in my hair as you push my face deeper into you. You draw your breath in several short passages, in rhythm with your ass fucking. My lips and tongue kiss your pussy hole and suck deeply. I fill my mouth with your lips and lick them with alternating roughness. You hang on as my finger and knuckles now pound against your ass. My tongue licks you with hard, long strokes on your lips and then your clit. I suck and flick my tongue over your clit and then encircle it with saliva and your juice. I suck your left lip and slurp your juices along the way. My tongue darts in for more and then I suck your right lip in the same fashion. I return to licking your clit, around the sides, on top and underneath. You begin to erupt as I do this. My finger still works deeply in your ass and there’s no place I’d rather be. Your body quivers at first. You shake from your pelvis and the vibrations filter out to your legs and arms. Your hands press into my head and I can feel them shaking. I fuck your ass faster and lick your clit harder. I suck and lick, lick and suck. Your moaning gets louder and your body shakes completely, defying gravity as you seem to lift off the chair. My lips and tongue suck you everywhere and I penetrate your pussy one last time as you come hard on my face. Your juices gush into my mouth as I jack deeper into your ass. I keep pumping you and swallowing your hot cum. I can’t get enough of you, Katherine. You fuck my face with mighty force, once, twice and a third time, arching your back and straining. Your body is seemingly suspended in air and time stands still. You fall back into the chair with a prolonged groan. I slowly withdraw my finger and lovingly lick up your excess spunk. Your hands rest on my shoulders and caress me. We’re both exhausted, but I can’t think of a better way to end a very long day. Homecoming She made a pretty picture standing there at the gate, wearing a modest sundress with a summery pale yellow print and thin-strapped sandals. It was difficult to pinpoint her age, as small as she was. Five feet two inches tall, maybe 110 pounds. Her bare arms and legs were tanned, she wore no makeup, and had a scattering of light freckles across the bridge of her nose. As she waited, she paced back and forth anxiously, bubbling energy barely contained, like a little girl eager for a treat. On closer examination, one might catch sight of a few fine strands of silver in the honey gold hair that flowed loose down her back. Her eyes held none of the uncertainty that younger women often have. She knew who she was and she was content with that. At her next turnaround, she saw the nose of the big jet easing around the corner, pulling slowly towards the accordioned walkway. A smile of pure delight made her glow as she moved to stand directly in line with the door that would soon open and spill passengers out into the terminal. When it did, he was the first to step through it, as he always tried to be. It didn’t seem possible but her smile broadened even further and her eyes glistened with tears of joy. It had been 2 ½ months - 75 days! - since she’d seen him last. She was glad she hadn’t been closer to the door because this extra space gave her time to drink in the sight of him - refilling her memory and bringing a sigh to her lips. He was six feet tall, 190 pounds, all very solid muscle and barrel chest that made his voice resonate when he spoke. Sometimes he would do one of those bodybuilder poses and puff his chest up, his lats flaring out like wings and he had that perfect, powerful V-shaped torso that men often tried for years to develop. She loved how it tapered down to the firm, rounded butt in back. She teased him about his butt sometimes - about just how gorgeous she thought it was. Nothing made her happier though than seeing his strong, handsome face. His shoulder-length hair was pulled back in the ponytail he usually wore when he worked. A goatee surrounded his mouth and chin - dark brown like his hair but shot through with natural paintstrokes of silver and gray. His dark, deep-set eyes sparkled as he returned her gaze. She couldn’t hold back another minute and she launched herself towards him. He dropped his leather carry-on and held his arms out for her, snatching her up off her feet and holding her so tightly that she could barely breathe. Her arms went around his neck and she nuzzled her head beneath his chin, burying her face against his warm, soft skin. That was “HER” spot. “Oh, baby, I missed you so much!” he whispered, hugging her even tighter. They clung to each other this way for a few more minutes, then he set her back on the floor and pushed her back a few inches. Looking down into her eyes, he stared until he made sure all the love he remembered was still shining in them. All that he lived for was in those blue eyes. Putting a hand on each side of her face, he lowered his mouth to hers and gently caressed her lips with his own. She moaned low in her throat and he pressed harder, suddenly grinding his mouth against hers. Her lips parted for his insistent tongue and she eagerly sucked it into her mouth, intertwining it with her own. Unconcerned about who might be watching, he devoured her mouth, her sweet taste flooding his mind with the most wonderful memories. He felt the stirring between his legs and knew he had to stop soon or he’d be arrested for performing indecent acts in public. He wanted to spend this night in her bed, not in jail. They walked hand-in-hand towards baggage claim, each telling the other how much they’d been missed. “Where’s the rugrat?” he inquired. “She’s with Sarah. I thought it might be nice to have this first night alone.” “Excellent idea, baby,” he congratulated her. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said shyly. Though they were both the same age, she’d always called him Daddy because he’d taught her so much more than her real daddy ever did. He got behind the wheel of her car out in the parking lot, less familiar now with it than he’d been with the rental car he’d driven for so long in Chicago. It was nice to feel this again; nice to be riding next to her, holding her small hand across the console. The house was the same, she’d kept it up just fine. He breathed in the scent of home, eyes closed, lips turning up at the corners. He felt good. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “I can make you something.” It was already after 8pm. “They served something on the flight,” he answered. “I’m fine. I think I’d just like a long, hot bath, okay?” She nodded, only wanting him to be happy and comfortable, thankful for his presence again. He went into the bathroom and she listened as he turned on the water and bumped around in there a bit. She opened up his suitcase and started pulling out clothes, sorting the dirty ones to be washed. “Baby?” he called. “Yes?” “C’mere.” She opened the bathroom door and was very surprised at what she saw. All the lights were out and a couple of candles were lit on the back of the big tub. A mist of steam hung in the air. “Wow,” she smiled. “C’mere,” he repeated, motioning for her to come closer. She did. “No! Come here!” he pointed into the tub in front of himself. She smiled again and pulled the dress over her head, tossing it into the corner and then kicking her panties after it. Stepping into the tub, she hissed as the hot water momentarily burned her flesh. She slowly lowered herself in front of him, careful not to slosh too much. As her butt passed his face, he leaned forward and gently nipped one cheek with his teeth. “Ow!” she cried out, laughing. A few minutes later, she was sitting comfortably between his legs. He pulled her back against his chest in a reclining position and circled her with his arms. When she leaned back, she tilted her head sideways to lie on one of his shoulders, which put his mouth directly against her ear. It was heaven. They sat this way silently for a long time, both lost peacefully in the sensation of just being together. Then he began to quietly sing to her, a song he had always sworn must’ve been written about her. “ ‘ He brushes her long blond hair… and then she asks him, do I look all right… and he says Yes, you look wonderful tonight.’ “ She floated on the sound of his voice, the way it rumbled in his chest against her back, thinking there was never a more perfect moment. God, she loved him so much! When the water cooled, they eventually got out, drying each other all over and laughing like little kids. But then he turned serious. He took both her hands in his and walked backwards, leading her into their bedroom. He quickly pushed the suitcase off into the floor and ripped the covers off the bed and gently sat her down on the edge. Neither of them spoke as he knelt in front of her, between her legs. His head was even with hers now and again he stared deep into her eyes, drowning. Words weren’t necessary between them. He leaned over and pressed his lips softly to her forehead. Then he kissed down over her eyebrows, down over her eyes, across her nose, slowly down one cheek, then the other. He paused at her mouth only long enough to run his tongue around her full, half-parted lips before he moved on to her jaw, tracing its line from one ear to the other. By now, she had chills breaking out all over her skin. She closed her eyes and let herself be lost in the feeling. He continued to kiss her, from her jaw down to her neck, both sides of it, then underneath her chin. He kissed both ears, sucking for a moment on the lobes. His breath tickled her when he did that. His mouth moved over her collar bone, to her shoulders, slowly down each arm to her hands. He held her hand in his, first kissing the palm, then drawing each finger into his mouth and sucking for a moment, one after the other until he’d done all ten. She couldn’t help but squirm and whimper. The chills were overwhelming, leaving her body so sensitized to every touch that she could even feel the slightest motion of the air around her. When he had kissed each finger, he worked his way slowly back up one arm to her mouth. While he kissed there again, he eased her back until she was lying flat on the bed. He helped her scoot up until they were both in the center. Then, still leaning over her, now on his hands and knees, he kissed down her throat again, his tongue trailing a cool line to the valley between her breasts. He kissed and licked over each one, flicking the nipple with his tongue briefly, teasingly, then moving on. He kissed beneath it, down her tummy. She felt as though she would explode as he moved on. The moans and sighs were louder now as he made his way over her soft belly. She whispered his name over and over again. He tongued her bellybutton, kissed across to her hips and that especially tickly spot where her thighs joined her body. As he reached the soft, fuzzy triangle between her legs, he could smell her arousal, hot and ready. She had trimmed the fine blond hair very short and he could see how the full lips had engorged even more. He dragged his tongue up the slit, parting it only the slightest bit, finding it fully wet and sweet. “Oh, honey!” he almost roared, passion flaring suddenly, almost violently within him. He moved up over her again, his face right above hers. She could smell herself on his lips. “I have to be inside you now!” he told her. She smiled and nodded, wanting it as badly as he did. She parted her legs even further and wiggled underneath him. His cock was hard enough to cut diamonds as it pressed against her mons. He kissed her again and maneuvered his hips to where the stiff member pressed into the slit and opened her up. He moved back and forth, working it between the wet lips to lubricate the length of it. Whenever a week or more passed between their lovemaking, she tightened up so much that he often had to go very slow to penetrate her and not cause her pain. As it was tonight. He positioned the head of his cock right at her opening but had to use the utmost self control to push in only an inch at first, then pull out and push a little deeper next time. He moaned his frustration but would never purposefully hurt her. Finally she was ready and she whispered, “Yes!” and he knew she could take him all. He pushed in firmly, deeply, a steady motion, until he pressed solidly against her cervix. “Oh yes! Oh, God, yes!” he whispered, not moving, just feeling her flesh engulf him. “I wanted this so much, baby!” Using strong, well-toned muscles, she squeezed and released, giving him the feeling of a tight velvet fist milking his cock inside her. He shivered, “Yessssssss…..” He reached for one of her legs and lifted it up in front of his face, remaining balls deep inside her. He resumed the kissing now, though it was even more fervent than before. He licked the back of her knee, kissed down her hard calf, kissed her heel, planted a line of ticklish wet licks across the bottom of her foot, then sucked each toe as he’d sucked her fingers, one at a time, holding it in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. She moaned loudly, all the feelings threatening to drive her insane. He made her feel so full being inside her this way, and the chills running the whole stretch of her leg. She found herself unable to keep still any longer. She squeezed him again internally, then began to pump her hips very slowly, sliding him in and out of her clenching pussy. “Mmmm… yes,” he sighed, lowering her other leg back to the bed, “Yes, baby.” He began to match her rhythm now, stroke for stroke. They moved faster and faster, the passion rising, their eyes closed, their minds fully focused on only one feeling now. Leaning over her, he gathered her up in his arms to press hard against her whole body. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and they appeared as one frantic creature. They moved as one, their actions precisely in sync from years of practice. Her moans were very loud now, her breath a pant. He growled in her ear, telling her over and over again that he loved her. It was more than a joining of bodies, it was a joining of their souls. They kissed, mouths working voraciously. Her breath whooshed out of her with each thrust and he caught each moan in his own mouth and gave it back to her in a kiss. They clutched at each other, holding so tightly that it hurt but still trying to get closer, to share each other’s skin. The climax hit them both at the same time as it always did when they were lost to their passion this way. He cried out and thrust in as deep as he could, holding it inside her as he felt the waves roll over him, felt his cum pumping into her. Her spasms began as soon as she felt this final thrust. She squeezed him involuntarily now, screaming her own pleasure, milking every drop from him. Minutes later when the frenzy subsided, he collapsed on her and she was crying softly from the emotional release. Crying also because there was just no way that she could possibly be any closer to him and she wanted to be. He rolled over, holding her on top of him, whispering comforting “sshhh’s” into her ear, pushing her damp hair back from her face and smoothing it down her back. “It’s okay, baby,” he cooed, “It’s alright. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s home.” They stayed this way for some time, until his cock had softened and slipped out of her, until the sweat and her tears began to dry on his neck. She purred softly on his chest like a sleepy kitten and her breathing was slow and regular. The money he made while traveling was really good but sometimes he wondered if it was worth it. To miss this passion. To miss the woman he’d loved for fifteen years. He sighed and closed his eyes. It was good to be home again. THE END Homecoming We came back to the Castile de la Luna around sunset. The reason it took so long is that along the way home, I was taking pictures of the horses in various environments. Yes, I made sure that the black Andalusian that I had been riding was definitely a full stallion. I also got some pictures of Kiefer Sutherland at his sexiest, without his shirt and riding a white horse. I’d say the man was my knight in shining armor, but I’d much prefer the rogue image instead. As we entered the courtyard, the clop clop clop of the hooves on cobblestones were the only sounds that were heard until we got near a hedge row. I tensed as a familiar sound came to my ears and the horse I was riding threw back it’s head and screamed a challenge, rearing to it’s full height on hind legs. It’s forelegs flailing to bash at the hedges in a classic attack manouver I’d only seen done once and that was in a movie. Heh. Mind you, I only saw the manouver, this was the first time I’d been ON a battle trained horse. Thankfully I’m not one to panic. Swearing violently, I used brute force to bring the big stallion back down to four legs. As there was no bit on the Hackamore, it was just his strength against mine. Not to mention the battle of wills in the process. The sound that had set him off? The incessant clicking of 35 mm cameras. I diddnt have time enough to check on Kiefer, or anyone else. I was too busy getting my brute to settle down. In the middle of one of the calmer moments, I roared, “MARCUS!!!! LOUIS!!!” at the top of my lungs. When I want to make myself heard in a cacophony of sound, I can. Then the reporters came boiling out from behind the foliage, screaming questions. This did not make the situation any better. I managed to catch Kiefer’s eye, seeing as he had his horse under control. I nodded at the trail nearest to where he was and said, “I’ve got to get him out of here before he hurts someone. I’ll be back in about an hour.” Some of this was garbled due to the bucking monster below me. But I know he got the message. I turned the stallion’s head in the direction of the trail and turned him loose. The horse back-kicked once and I heard the impact. There is a particular noise of solid object meeting human body that always makes me wince.. Then he got the idea that we could get away, and leaped for the trail I pointed him at. There’s nothing like an angry horse at a full gallop. It’s like riding lightning and feeling the thunder through your body. Only when he started breathing heavily and foam coated his hide, did I haul him in. He fought me for a few more strides before dropping into a walk and finally stopping. I dismounted and the first thing I did was rub him down with some grass that I found and then inspect him for injuries, talking softly to him as I did so. Thankfully, he stood calmly while I did this and occasionally nuzzled my shoulder or swatted me in the face with a tail. I couldn’t find any injuries or sprains, yet I walked him in a circle a couple of times to check his gait. It wasn't too bad, but I was not going to take any chances. We were walking home. By now, the sun was half on the horizon. The sun’s rays painted my horse a beautiful color. I couldn't help it, I had to get the shot. Slowly, so as not to alarm the horse, I reached into my vest for the digital. The one good thing about the camera I use is that it’s virtually silent. No clicking sounds, no whirring sounds, just a soft buzz as the picture is recorded. To prevent him from panicking, I walked up to him, showed him the camera, let him sniff and get used to it before stepping back a few paces. Oh some of the most beautiful shots were done that evening. One of the best shots was when the horse decided to walk towards me, looking me in the eyes. With the sunlight glinting off those dark eyes, it was stunning. I finally packed in my camera and took hold of the reins of this beautiful beast to begin the long walk home. I had no idea how far away we were or how long it would take to get us home. But I was hoping that whoever triggered the monster mess in the courtyard was not around when I got back. No one was supposed to have known that Kiefer or myself were here at the Cordoba estate at all. I was here to photograph horses for a client. The kicker was that Kiefer Sutherland was that client and had rigged it so that I got out and away from the paparazzi for a while. I diddnt know this until I got to the estate this morning. Up until the time he and I came back from the hidden little paradise down at the beach, it had been a wonderfully erotic time. Now, however, all I wanted to do is go hide somewhere and get the stress off my shoulders. No, strike that. I wanted to pound someone into the dirt for endangering something as beautiful as the horse that paced by my side. Three quarters of the way back, I encountered Markus and Kiefer. With them were what appeared to be the entire stable staff and at least two uniformed police. Spotting me coming down the trail, someone let out a yell. But this time I was ready for the stallion’s nature and kept a tight grip on the reins and talked softly to him. By the time he had calmed down, Markus had reached me. I smiled and said quietly, “Sorry about the here again gone again routine, Mr. Cordoba.” That got me an arched eyebrow, “But I think it would have been better than having a frightened horse still out of control in the courtyard.” Understanding lit his eyes as he nodded. “I am grateful for your quick thinking, Diane. I am also sorry you had to go through that unexpected mess in the courtyard. Let’s get you both home and make sure nothing like this ever happens again.” I handed the reins off to a groom that came for him and patpatted the big horse on the neck. “You never told me his name.” I looked over at Kiefer who was practically dancing in place to get to me, but was trying not to make too many moves that would frighten the stallion. As much as I needed to go to him and assure him I was okay. The horse came first in this instance. Markus grinned, “Did I not tell you that?” he rubbed a hand over his face and grinned. “It is La Sombra. In English it would be The Shadow. “ he winked. “When it’s total dark out, he cannot be seen, even if he is moving. he’s that black.” Leaning forward, he whispered for my ears alone. “I’ve got you and Kiefer packed away into the far guest room, surrounded by my own security. This will never ever happen again, I swear it.” I had to smile then, then patted Markus on the shoulder. “ Then I’m going to disappear with Kiefer to the guest house.” I said quietly. “Can you handle the gendarms or do I need to make a statement?” He shook his head. “Go. Kief knows the way. And don't bother to worry about dinner. I’ll have it sent over. Let tomorrow take care of itself.” With that, he turned his attention towards the horse, the cops, and the rest of the staff. He was handling them like a conductor in an orchestra. Better, in fact. Turning, I walked over to Kiefer and wrapped my arms around his waist. The moment my hands touched his, reaction shakes set in. “Are you all right?” came the voice from somewhere above my head. Arms gathered me closer into his embrace. “Yeah.” I said through chattering teeth. “Just a tad bit shaky. Adrenaline crash.” I tilted my head back to look at those stunning blue eyes above me. “Just get me to the guest house and into that jaccuzi and I’ll be fine. Right now, I cant stop shaking.” Not waiting for anything else, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me most of the way to the guest house. Several times he paused to set me down on my own two feet to just simply hold me. I think it was his way of catching his breath and relaxing for a bit. Finally, however, we made it to the guest house located back a ways from the main buildings. I never thought a building could be in such an open area, yet be so secluded. Yet, there it was. Not stopping, Kiefer undid the door and carried me into a beautiful room. I had enough time to register the native stone walls covered with tapestries, the fireplace, and the plush throw rugs, before I was whisked through a door and into paradise. I couldn't help but gape at the jaccuzi room. Huge, square cut timbers formed a framework over the bubbling water in the center of the room. The rest was nothing but glass. I hadn't believed him when he said that you could see a canopy of stars while you soaked, yet here it was. I looked up at him as he set me on my feet, “I think you underestimated the beauty of this place.” I grinned. “It’s more than words can describe.” He sighed and looked up and said, “You know, you’re right. But then again, everything looks more stunning with the right person to share it with.” When he looked down at me, there was such beauty and tenderness reflected in those eyes, it made me want to stay in his arms forever. At this point he set me down on my own two feet. I was still shivering slightly, but I managed to calm down enough to shed the vest and put it somewhere safe. After that, Kief brushed my hands away and lovingly stripped off every vestige of clothing that I had on my body. Not stopping there, he picked me up and gently lowered me into the soothing heat of the water before undressing himself and stepping in. By this time, thankfully, the shakes had stopped and I was simply content to drift and let the bubbles do their work. Kiefer moved so that he was behind my head as I floated on my back in the water. Not a word was said as he gently massaged my temples with his fingers. I sighed in relief as my whole body finally was caressed by the jets of water that was coming from all sides. I reached a hand and caressed the strong forearm that was attached to the hands. My mind was sort of blank as I just let myself feel. His skin, the jets of water, the caress of his strong fingers on my temples. Amazingly, it was comforting. There was nothing sexual about it. After a few moments I looked up and watched the stars through the glass. I saw a few constellations that I recognised. I had to smile. “I remember staying up late as a kid and watching the starts move across the sky. I thought it was one of the most magical things in the world.” I sighed. “But now, I’ve found something better.” I winked up at him. His eyes gleamed and he leaned over to kiss my forehead gently and then gather me to him so that I was sitting across his lap. “You keep saying things like that and I’ll be forced to have Markus widen the doorway to fit my ego.” he smiled. “But thank you. Are you okay now? What happened? All I know is that suddenly La Sombra reared and hit the bushes before the photo scum came out.” I ran a hand over his chest. “There’s a distinct clicking and whirring noise that comes with a non-digital camera. The horse heard it seconds before I did and reacted. I don't know if he’s been subjected to the noise before, but I definitely know that having strangers run up and screaming questions around ANY animal is going to get you a very negative reaction.” I closed my eyes and cuddled closer, “Rather than have a bunch of bodies to explain, and seeing as you had yours under control, I turned him to the trail next to you and let him run. It was the safest thing I could think of at the time.” I tensed slightly, “What happened to the guy that La Sombra kicked?” A rumbling chuckle and a tightening of his arms around my body was what I got. “A Mr. Joseph Hamilton was escorted to the hospital with a broken jaw. His camera and equipment has been confiscated. Apparently, the man was in the lead of the pack trying to chase you down and stop you from getting out of there. I managed to get Solaris in between the rest of the group, but that little bastard was more intent on you than me. And he paid the price for it.” He sighed, “The gendarms got the rest of the papariazzi rounded up and trucked off for trespassing and a few other little charges that will keep us safe from them for a while.” I nodded and sighed. “I hate it when stuff like this happens.” I looked up at him with a smile. “Tho I did get you your photos of the stallion that you wanted.” ran a finger along his ribcage. “So you owe me.” I did it deliberately to break the somber mood. It was making me a tad bit depressed. I was rewarded by a chuckle and a sigh. “Agreed, you little wench! If only to keep the snoops out off the beaten track.” with that, he tickled me back and the whole thing evolved into a tickle fight in the middle of the jaccuzi. By the time we were done, everything seemed to be completely wet and gleaming with moisture. Who won? I wouldn't know, because I looked up one moment at the dome and gasped. That noise caused Kiefer to look up as well and admire the view of the half moon glowing at the very peak of the glass. It was almost magical, I think. Almost, because my stomach took this moment to announce the fact that it was starving. That set off his stomach, which set us off laughing again. We got out and cooled off under a lukewarm shower. Getting out, and wrapped in towels, we found that our host had provided everything we could ever want for the rest of the night. A delicious smelling meal was on a low table near a roaring fire. The whole room was done in native stone. The floors were covered in throw rugs and fat pillows. A soft fur rug was laid out in front of the fireplace along with several reclining pillows. It seems that this was more of a persian style guest house than the rest of it. As there were no chairs in the room, we sat by the fire and ate a delicious meal, topped off with baklava. The taste of melted honey on my tongue was pure bliss. I rolled away from the table with a groan. “No more. If I eat another bit of food, I’m going to explode.” I said with a smile. Kiefer chuckled and handed me a glass of wine to relax with and then sat behind me and began to massage my shoulders. “Why don't you lie down on the rug and let me work those tense muscles for you?” He leaned forward and licked the healing bite mark on my neck just below the ear, causing me to shiver. Darts of hedonistic desire shot down my spine as I found myself on my stomach, using the head of what turned out to be a polar bear as a prop for my head. There was a brief pause while he went to find some massage oil. While he was looking, I undid the towel around my body and laid back down to sip my wine. Sighing I watched the fire as it popped and crackled to itself in the fireplace, wishing this dream would never end. Everything has to, so I was determined to enjoy the rest of the time with Kiefer. My handsome and sexy man came back from his foray with a bottle of vanilla scented oil. Kneeling beside me, he poured some into his palms and began to rub the delicious smelling stuff into my shoulders and back. To make things easier, I scooted off the bear’s head to lay completely flat on the floor. Ladies, if you’ve never had a massage by a naked and handsome man before, get one. There is no other pleasure in the world than have someone work the knots and tensions out of your body while being totally naked. It’s pretty wild. Especially the anticipation of hot sex afterwards. Or maybe it’s just the delicious, scintillating sensation of naked flesh touching naked flesh. Who knows? I don't know what it was, but Kiefer had the most talented hands that I’ve ever felt. No matter how knotted the muscle was under the skin, he managed to coax it back into place without too much pain. By the time he got to my calves, I was a relaxed pile of goo in human form. Just the feel of his strong fingers working their magic was soothing. Just one problem was intruding while he was massaging me. I kept falling asleep. The rigors of this morning, combined with the stress of the paparazzi were bad enough. Then add the relaxing Jaccuzi and the meal. I just couldn't keep my eyes open. Kiefer must have sensed it as well and chuckled softly. I never felt him gather me in his arms and take me to bed because I was happily ensconced in dreamland. The next morning, I was awakened slowly to the feel of someone running their hands over my body. Stretching, I found that Kiefer’s body was spooned against my backside, his hard cock wedged in between my ass cheeks. The sensation of that and the fact that one set of fingers were pinching my hard nipples and the other was already fingering my clit was driving my waking body wild. I turned my head slightly to capture his mouth with mine and groaned deeply. Slowly, as if I were the most precious thing in the world, he rolled me over onto my back in the middle of the bed. I gazed up at him as he slowly began to worship every inch of my body with his tongue with agonising slowness. It was driving me insane with wanting, needing really, him. I reached up and ran my hands through his hair as his mouth reached my completely soaked pussy. At first, I couldn't feel anything except his breath on my sensitive skin, then he began to slowly lap at the outer lips as if to savor each drop of fluid that came out. I was about to scream from the boiling agony that seared my veins with need when I felt his tongue insert itself inside my outer lips and brush the clit. I gasped at the sensation, spreading my legs farther apart and arching my hips into his face. Taking the hint he dove in, slowly feasting on my greedy sex. Slow, sensual, oral sex was sheer torture. He’d bring me to the brink of orgasm, then nip and lick the outsides of my thighs, then head back down to feast again to prolong the pleasure. The last time, however, he hit every sensitive button I had. I couldn't even scream as my body went completely rigid as I hit the top end of the orgasm, riding Kiefer’s face until he had to hold my legs for me. Then I fell back to earth with soft, mewling moans of absolute ecstasy. When I had control of myself I looked down at him and smiled quietly. His eyes were still smoldering as he kissed a line up to my bellybutton, up through my tits to cover me with his hard body. His eyes locked onto mine as his cock slid all the way into my hot pussy without stopping. His heated gaze held mine as he began to slowly make love to me. Slowly, sensually, he took his time. Eternity came and went as we lost ourselves in the pleasure of slowly moving our bodies to an age old rhythm. Kiefer’s blue eyes never waverer from mine as I was rocked through one orgasm after another. I knew it couldn’t last forever, even though I desperately wanted it too. He groaned and leaned forward to lick and kiss my neck over the place where he had bitten me, then frantically began raining kisses all over my face. His thrusting began to get harder, faster, as he captured my lips with his and reached down to grab my ass cheeks to drive himself deeper into me. Within a few moments, he groaned loudly into my mouth and thrust hard, one last time before he came. The feel of his twitching cock inside me set off another orgasm on my part. Together, we gasped and shook as one. Even our heartbeats synchronised for that one, priceless moment in time before we came back down to earth. And the sound of a cel phone ringing. It wasn't mine because I had shut mine off. So Kiefer climbed out of bed to answer his while I went to the shower to rinse off and actually take the time to look human again instead of a lust bunny who just cant seem to keep her clothes on. I had to smile at that. I was still smiling when I came out, wrapped in a towel to find Kiefer scowling out the window at the radiant sunlight that was gleaming off the water on the horizon. “You look like a thundercloud, Kiefer. What’s happened?” I asked He turned to look at me and sighed. “I have to go back to LA. It seems that one of the scenes we need to film in the Rockies has to be done now, while we have the window of opportunity. The people who run the ski lodge up there wont give us any other time due to the last part of the ski season.” Meaning the snow was melting and there wasn't time to get a later date. He shook his head and grumbled. “Even the shoot here at the ranch has to be postponed for at least six months!” Homecoming He looked so upset, I went and wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against his back. “So you need to head home? I got those pictures you wanted. So I guess my job here is done as well.” He turned his head to look at me, a spark of interest lighting his eyes, I quashed his though with, “But after that fiasco yesterday, I think it’s best if we make our own ways back to the states. You’ve got enough on your hands to deal with without having to explain me.” I winked. “I’m good at being unobtrusive and in the background.” He sighed and nodded, but diddnt look too happy about it. “My agent said Now. So I’d better pack it in.” he turned in my arms and wrapped me up in his own, hugging me close. “I don't want to leave you here, but I have to.” he looked me in the eyes. “Stay as long as you want with Markus, then come home.” His mouth descended onto mine one last time before he left to get dressed and go back to his work, leaving me standing there in the middle of the bedroom, alone. After Kiefer had left to appease the Gods of Entertainment. I tried to get a few more disks full of pictures for the photo shoot. I even rode La Sombra back down to that hidden paradise and relaxed under the wide palm fronds where our first tryst took place. I even swam naked in the cool waters of the mediteranian. My heart just wasn't in it. I wandered around for a bit, taking the odd picture now and again but it was no use. The only thing that broke the spell was the night Markus knocked on the door to the guest house and asked for my help. One of his mares was having difficulties giving birth and he needed a spare hand in getting the foal turned in the right direction. Nodding, I tossed on a pair of pants and a tank top. Racing with him side by side, we hit the stable door at the same time, heading for the stall that had all the lights on around it. I looked at Markus. “You’re going to have to talk me through this, I’ve never done this before” I said as we both edged into the stall. “Just talk to her, pet her. You handled La Sombra when most of my people would have panicked and gotten someone killed. I have faith in you, Diane. You can do this.” he stared into my eyes with his gold flecked green ones, then he grinned. “Tomorrow I’ll even let you get photos of these two for Kiefer’s collection.” he winked. And so it went. Using my softest voice and the most gentle of touches, I managed to keep the mare distracted while they turned the foal and got it started in the right direction. Two hours later a healthy blood bay colt was born. Markus handed me a towel to clean him off and rub him down. Then he started speaking softly, telling me how to clean the nostrils and air ways. When it took the first wobbly steps to his first meal, we both backed out of the stable to let mom and son have their bonding time. Markus looked at me and said, “You have a way with horses that I’ve never seen before.” he walked me back down the path back to the guest house. “Thank you for your help with El Sol. And when the sun comes up. You can take all the pictures you want of the two.” I smiled quietly after wiping my hands off. Then I looked at him. “I’ve always had a thing for horses. But I never considered myself to have a way with them.” I shrugged. “I think I have some disks left in my bag.” I sighed and looked at the door to the guest house. “Don't take this the wrong way, Markus. But...” and he put his fingers to my lips, silencing my next words. “Your heart is with Kiefer. Without your heart, all that should bring you joy is faded and things are dull without him. Yes?” He smiled and traced a finger over the scar on my face. “I saw it in his eyes the moment he caught you looking at him at the pool hall.” he chuckled. “He looked like a stunned ox when he saw you across the room. I think he still bears some guilt for not acting quickly enough to keep from having this happen.” the finger still touched the scar. I raised my hand to his cheek and smiled. “You’re a good friend, Markus. You’re like a little old man in a young body. You’re like a big brother in some ways and a huge mischief maker in others.” I grinned a bit, then sighed. “You’re right tho. It’s like nothing is fun anymore. When Kiefer told me he had to go right then and there, I was ready to chew on someone for interrupting his vacation.” I turned and looked out towards the cliff and the ocean below it. “I think he wanted to take me back to LA with him and I told him no because he had too much to do without the hassle of having me along for tongues to wag about.” I winked up at him, “Besides, I take a certain sadistic delight in becoming invisible to the paparazzi.” that earned me a chuckle. “Seriously, tho. I would like to head home tomorrow evening if possible after I get those pictures you promised.” He nodded. “Your hotel bill is paid in full and everything is ready for you to be on a plane at 6 pm tomorrow evening.” The shock must have shown on my face because he laughed and said, “Kiefer suspected that the busybodies may have your old flight number and time of arrival three weeks from now. So they wont be expecting you back until then. If we get you on that plane tomorrow, you’ll be home two weeks earlier than planned. Now, get in there, go hit the jaccuzi, and get some sleep. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” With that he gently pushed me in the door and closed it. Five days later, I was walking through the crowds at LAX after a long and emotionally exhausting flight home. I was like a zombie going through the motions of getting back to my apartment. I even overtipped the cabbie after he stopped in front of my place. I had a sense of de javu as I walked in the door to an empty room. This time, however, I was lugging all my gear that I had brought home. Included in the stuff were a few things that Markus gifted me with. Tapestries for the rooms, the polar bear rug. A bottle of very dusty, and very old wine. And, suspiciously enough, a wooden box made of olivewood. It was elegantly carved in some ancient spanish scrollwork design and about as big as a breadbox. I was not to open that until I managed to be alone. It took me two trips from the front door to get everything up into the apartment. I had to smile at the rug, tho. Customs had a fit when that came through. But Markus made sure I had the appropriate permits to have it and a bill of sale from him to smooth the way. So now it was in my empty bedroom. I was too tired to do much else other than to double lock the front door, shed the clothes, and collapse to sleep. Let tomorrow’s hassles come tomorrow. I was sleeping and damn the first person that called or pounded on the door. Sleep sucked me under before I could think too much longer on the has beens of life and wh at tomorrow was going to be like. I woke up around noon the next day. I was tired, gritty, sore and my mouth tasted like someone had superglued gunk into it. Blech! It was time to get cleaned up and refreshed. I ignored the bleakness of my surroundings and went to the shower for a long soak. I was determined not to let depression rule my life and by god I was going to work myself to exhaustion today to prove it. After the shower, I rummaged around and found the oldest pair of pants and a brown T-shirt to put on over my wet body and a pair of well-worn sneakers on my feet. Generally speaking, I go barefoot around the apartment, but not today. I was going to be busy redecorating. I couldn't very well leave all those boxes of stuff laying out in the middle of my apartment, now could I? I went into the kitchen and started some easy finger food, then got busy with the tapestries. Those were easy to put up and they added a wonderful splash of color to the otherwise bare walls. There were even a couple of them that went into the empty bedroom. I say empty because before I met Kiefer Sutherland that fateful night. I had just broken up with the current boyfriend. It wasn't pretty and the resulting legal action had him taking everything that wasn't nailed down. The only reason I got to keep some of the stuff is that I could prove, aka had the dated receipts for, that I had them before I met him. That left me the cameras, computer equipment, a futon and all my clothes. And very little else. Before I left for Spain, this place was nothing but pastel blue walls, hardwood floors, and windows with towels for curtains. Now, however, there were earth-tone colored tapestries hanging from the walls. In the bedroom were deep blue colored ones. Matching curtains hung from windows and throw rugs were covering the floor. The precious polar bear rug was the centerpiece of my bedroom. Heh. It wouldn’t fit anywhere else. And it was too precious a memory to have it laying out where everyone could stomp on it. I stopped for a lunch break and hit the answering machine I had hooked up to the phone. It was full of tabloids, news crews and the sleeze guys wanting interviews. There were one or two messages that I took the numbers down, one was from Fred. My manager, friend, and contact. Oh, did I forget to mention he was my brother as well? Anyways, most of the numbers I took down, other than my brothers’, were basically the utilities and at least one from a lawyer saying that he got his fees paid and thanked me for my patronage. The next task that took up most of my afternoon was all the photos I took. For the first time since Kiefer left me standing in guest room in Spain, I had found something that occupied all of my concentration. It was the only thing that would make the world beyond the computer system go away until I was finished. I wanted the layout and the presentation to be just perfect. Or as perfect as my computer could make them. There were one or two photos that I would be keeping to myself instead of presenting them with the rest of the set. Those would be hung in the bedroom for my eyes only. The rest, as I said, would go into Kiefer Sutherland’s private photo collection. I even added a couple of the best pictures of the new colt. I managed to get the entire setup printed out in glossy photographic color before I realised what time it was. Midnight. Stretching I felt my back pop and snap, relieving the pressure that always happens when I spent too much time at my computer. I finally got up the guts to go look at my E-mail basket and answer messages from that area. Same garbage, different tune. People wanting exclusive, wanting me to confirm or deny rumors about things. I hit the delete button so many times I got a cramp in my finger. I almost deleted the one from Markus until my bleary eyes noted the name and where it originated. Smiling, I opened the message. Basically it was a message saying the usual. That I got home okay, was everything fine, did I need anything?. That usual stuff. Until I got to the very end of the letter. It read: Diane, the colt is doing wonderful thanks to your help in giving it life. To honor this occasion. I would like you to give LaSombra’s son his own name. You took the pictures and know what he looks like. See what you can come up with. Just don't wait too long because I need it for the lineage papers. *P.S. No, you can’t name him Kief either. So get that silly thought out of your head!* I had to laugh and shake my head. He already knew me too well for words. I hit the reply button and picked up the photo of the newborn colt that had just finished printing. I looked at it from all angles, at least the angles I could see and it hit me. I typed a reply really fast, telling him that I’m fine, weather’s great, thanks for the gifts, etc. At the end I wrote: The colts’ name is Red Dawn. I signed it and sent it back to him with a grin. After finishing with my computer, I shut it down and glanced at the clock. 3 am in the morning. Sheesh. I had been working my tail off for almost 24 hours. No wonder I was yawning so much. I showered the dust and dirt off of me from the day’s work and slipped on an old T-shirt that hung to my thighs. I wandered around the apartment one final time before checking the windows. Smiling, I spotted three of the reporters right off the bat. It took me a few more moments to spot the rest of them. I must be really important if I can get six reporters all in one place at one time. But, just to be on the safe side, I grabbed the digital with the long telephoto lense. I got pictures of the photographers, the vehicles they were driving and even the license plates. Yes, I am that good and my equipment is even better. That done, I went into the bedroom and laid down on the bearskin rug, letting myself finally relax. But, then again, I couldn't. There was the faintest hint of vanilla oil that reminded me of that night. I ran my hands over the the white fur and moaned. My fingertips started to tingle with memories. I sat up, pulled off my t-shirt, and laid back into the soft caress of polar bear fur. I let my mind and my hands wander over my naked flesh. In my mind’s eye, it was Kiefer who was touching me. Watching me silently as his fingers caressed my nipples to rock hardness. I began to squirm as his/my other hand moved down between my legs and began slowly moving fingers in and out of the inviting wetness. It was his eyes that stared intently as one hand continued it’s ministrations on my nipples while the other inserted a third finger and began using a thumb to caress the clit. Thrusting hard against those fingers, the orgasm burst over my skin like a starburst over the water. I don't know if I screamed or yelled or not. All I know is that when I opened my eyes. I was alone in my room with three fingers between my legs and a hand roughly pinching one of my nipples. Disappointments was like a knife in my body and I rolled over to curl up in a ball as tears rolled out of my eyes and soaked into the fur. I went to sleep like that. Alone, and with only the smell of vanilla oil and my sex to keep me company. This routine was the pattern for the next several days. It took my brother, Fred, coming over and pounding on my door to break me out of the doldrums that had plagued me ever since I got back. My brother is about 6 ft 2 and is a pretty handsome guy. At least, according to the women who have seen him. To me, he’s just an overly obnoxious brother who is also my manager. Go figure. “Gimme that layout and take Little Brother for a ride!” he growled the first thing as he stepped in the door. “You’ve been hiding out here long enough and those reporters are not going to go away.” He paused and looked around the room. “Wow, sis. What in hell did you do during your trip to Spain?” I had to smile at him. “Just about everything you can imagine, Fred. But I’m allowed my little secrets as much as you. So don't bother trying to pry.” I winked at him, knowing that my teasing irritated him most of the time. But I couldn’t help myself. I turned around and handed him a package. “This is for the client that wanted the photos of the Andalusian horses. Included in the whole package is the black Andalusian he wanted. You can collect on the bonus.” I managed not to grin idiotically or have trouble speaking. See? I can act normal when I need to. Fred took the package gently and eyed me intently. “I mean it, sis. Get the hell out of dodge for a while. I’ll cover for you. Officially, you’re now unavailable for anything. If I have to make up a deathly ill story to go along with it.” He then set the package aside and drew me into a brotherly embrace. He grinned. “By the way, you look good on a horse, you know that, don’t you?” At my confused look he pulled out a tabloid that showed me on LaSombra as he was bashing someone’s jaw with a hoof. I groaned. “Crap!” I diddnt even bother looking at the captions or anything, it was clear that Kiefer Sutherland was off to one side. I facepalmed and shook my head. “If I ever get my hands on the asshole that thought up the idea of prying into people’s lives, I’ll strangle him.” I looked at my brother who was grinning like an idiot. “And I can just tell you’re enjoying the hell out of it.” He started laughing outright, “Actually, sis. It isn't funny, but your reaction is.” he grinned, then made shooing motions with his hands. “I reserved a cabin for you up in the rockies at a tiny resort. No paparazzi, no depression, nothing to remind you of anything. Consider it my bonus to you for putting up with me for forever.” he grinned. “Oh, and just to keep you on your toes? I’ve arranged for you to get snowboarding lessons while you’re up there.” He laughingly handed me the reservation stuff , then danced out of the apartment just as a flying pillow hit the door. I looked out the window just in time to see him get mobbed by the reporters. I sighed, then tossed the tabloid in the trash. I was pondering things when I glanced at the box that Markus had given me. I was alone, or as alone as I was going to be. so I took it down and sat ont he futon and made myself comfortable. I hated surprises, but I trusted both Markus and Kiefer to keep from giving in to any really nasty surprises. I opened the box and peered inside. In the light of the lamp behind me, nestled in a crushed black velvet lining were several things. First thing that came out was a pair of pewter goblets. You know, the types that when you put them side by side, the dragons around the stems form a heart? Yep, those types. In a small pouch off to one side was a keychain made out of braided horsehair and seashells. I could just see Markus grinning like an idiot when he made this. I diddnt have to be psychic to know which two horses gave a bit of their tail for this item. I immediately attatched my harley keys to the new keychain and patpatted it down. Curiously, there were a pair of well worn gloves in the bottom of the box. They seemed to be purposefully holding something in their cupped palms. With gentle hands, I withdrew the gloves and the item out of the box. I slowly opened the gloves and gasped as I saw what was held in the palms. It was a rose carved out of a large chunk of red tigereye. No stem, just the head of a fully bloomed rose. I smiled with joy for the first time since i had gotten back. Right then and there, I decided to take my brother’s advice and get going. The place was up in the Rockies somewhere. The packet he left gave directions. Not wasting anymore time, I packed the saddlebags, and dressed up in full leathers for the trip. I packed the goblets and the gloves, only then taking a good look at them. They were well worn rodeo gloves. But the difference was the name that was newly embroidered on the backs of each glove. The right was my name and the left was Kiefer’s. I just shook my head. Those two were impossible. Almost as if I had two men as lovers instead of one. I locked up the apartment and waved at the landlord, telling him I was gonna go hit the road for a few days. I handed him the rent for the next six months and winked. “Think you can keep these camera happy idiots happy while I escape, Joe?” Joe was a retired cop and took great delight in giving interlopers a really hard time. He laughed and said, “Anything for you, sweetie.” The gleam in his eyes told me that there was going to be mayhem happening in a few minutes. “Just get them to concentrate on you and I’ll take little brother out the secret entrance.” I said, “Then you can get them arrested or whatever you want.” He nodded. “They all need ot have their asses kicked.” he reached around the door for the paint ball rifle he kept around for the gangers. I laughed and watched him open the front door and start firing. Hideous pink paintball splatters hitting humans and vehicles alike. I took advantage to slip out the back and get myself and Little Brother out of there the back way. The harley started on the first kick, which made me a happy lady. I pulled on the gloves and my helmet, then decided to go one up on the photographers. I rode up to the next street, turned right, then turned right again and paused. I was watching the fun from where I was sitting. Chaos would be too kind of a word for the things that were happening. Homecoming I spotted Joe and beeped the horn at him. When he looked up, I gunned the engine and held the brakes for as long as I could. Sensing what I was about to do he stopped firing and yelled something. I don't know what it was, but it made everyone look up at me. It was too perfect. With a wild, ululating warcry, I turned loose of the brakes and screamed out of there doing a wheelie at 80 miles an hour. It was going to be a good vacation. Homecoming As he lay in bed, he could hear every little sound, his heart beating against his chest, his watch slowly, steadily ticking, the rain against the window, running down to pool at the bottom of the sill. He lay still, waiting. Waiting for what, he wasn't sure. He quickly thought back to when he got home. His parents welcomed him with open arms but they had something else they wanted to make sure he understood. He had sat down with them and listened as his father and mother outlined what they expected from him now that he was home. As he lay still in the bed, waiting, he started sweating. He was also as hard as he had ever been and he couldn't help but reach down between his legs and rub his hard, stiff cock, once or twice. As he pulled his hand away from his groin, he heard the slight creaking of his door. He could hear the soft padding of bare feet coming closer to the bed. Wanting to turn over and see whom it was, something held him back. He felt the covers move and warm skin touched his, soft but rough. A hand reached between his legs and took hold of his hard cock, rubbing it lightly between fingers as the other hand, ran up and down his ass, probing slightly between his cheeks, pushing against his hole. He still didn't move but closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the two hands. He groaned softly as a finger pressed against his hole, pushing harder and harder, making him spread his legs apart, his cheeks opening up when he did. He wanted to reach back and hold them apart but he didn't move. He felt something wet against the back of his leg. It was soft but firm and he realized that it was it was the head of a hard cock with precum on it. He groaned softly again, turning his face into the pillow as the finger probed and pushed until it entered his hole, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He lifted one leg in the air to give the finger more access to his hole and it pushed further into him, sending another wave of pleasure through him, more intense than the first. He rolled onto his stomach, pushing his ass into the air against the probing of the finger and soon he felt the finger's knuckle enter him. He gasped but continued pushing back against the intruder, enjoying the feeling of it inside him, more and more. He pulled his knees up under himself, raising his ass further up into the air as he felt the warm body get behind him and the finger in his ass, started moving in and out, finger fucking him, slowly and deeply. He groaned over and over again as the finger slowly, after a few more thrusts in and out of him, withdrew completely. He opened his eyes and wiggled his ass, wanting the finger to continue fucking him. Instead he felt a warm, wet tongue, slowly, lick up his crack and probe his hole. He groaned as it circled his hole, wetting it and sucking on it. He reached behind and held his cheeks as wide open as he could, letting the tongue slither up and down his crack without interference. "Oh fuck, that feels so good," he groaned as he pushed against the tongue and face between his cheeks. "Fuck me with your tongue." The tongue now concentrated on his hole, probing and licking at it, trying to open it up. He pushed against it as hard as he could and soon felt it enter him, hot and wet. "Oh fuck," he groaned. He felt the thrusts, short and quick, as the tongue continued to fuck his ass hole. He groaned again and wanted more. "Please fuck me," he pleaded. "I want your hard cock inside my ass now." He felt the bed move as the person behind him got between his legs. He felt the wetness of the cock again, smearing itself all over his hole and then it was inside him, making him gasp for air as an intense wave of pain shot through him. Hr tried to cry out but nothing came out of his wide open mouth while the cock slowly slid further up into him until he felt its balls against his ass. He was panting, his breath coming in short bursts, sweat dripping off him, pooling on the sheets as the hard cock filled his canal fully. He felt the pain starting to subside and soon all he could feel was the cock inside him. "Does that feel ok, son?" his father asked. Leaning over him, talking softly into his ear. "Are you alright? Tell me if you want me to stop." "No, don't, Dad. Fuck me," was all he could say. He felt his father slowly start to pull his hard cock back out of him and the feeling, made him groan over and over again. He wasn't ready for the full thrust back up into him and he grunted loudly as the head of his father's cock hit the end of his canal, taking his breath away. Again, his father pulled out of him slowly then thrust fully back up into him, sending waves of erotic feelings throughout him. He pushed slightly back against his father's thrust the next time. The feeling of his father's cock sliding so effortlessly up into him was overwhelming and soon he was pushing back against every thrust, each stronger and faster than the one before. He felt his father's balls hit his ass every time he thrust fully into him and he groaned every time they hit him. Now his father moved up a little and was thrusting more down into him than before, hitting the end of his canal every time and filling his hole completely with hard, slippery cock. "Fuck, son, your ass feels so good," he heard his father say through the haze enveloping his mind. "You're so tight and I love fucking you." "Fuck me harder, Dad. I want you to come inside my ass. Please fuck me harder." His father really started pounding in and out of him, his balls making a loud slap every time he thrust into him. After about ten minutes of fast but full thrusts, he heard his father's breathing start to quicken. "I'm coming, son. I'm coming in your ass," he yelled as he held himself against his son's ass as his cock exploded inside his ass. "Of fuck, I'm coming." "Yes, yes, Dad. Fill my ass with your hot come." He felt the warmth of his father's sperm as it spurted up into him, surrounding his father's still hard cock and filling his canal with hot liquid. "Oh fuck, yes. Fill my ass, Dad." He yelled out as the cock inside him continued filling his canal with its hot load. After a few minutes, his father started to pull himself out of his ass. He felt his head pop out of him and the come starting to run down his legs. He didn't move as more come slowly ran down his leg, dripping off him, pooling on the sheet under him. Still not moving, he wanted to keep the feeling in his mind as he heard the door to his room, softly close. The sweat was dripping off him rapidly now and the come was pooling under him as he heard his door softly creak open again. Before he knew it, someone else was getting on the bed. He felt the head of another cock press against his wide, open hole and enter him quickly, thrusting up fully into him before he could move. He pushed back and felt the thickness of the hard cock inside him. It was bigger than his father's and whomever it was fucking him, knew exactly what they were doing. They would thrust straight into him a few times then move up and thrust down a few times before moving back, each time, his balls slapped against his ass, making a loud noise. A hand wrapped itself around his straining cock and started rubbing it up and down as the hard cock in his ass, kept up a steady rhythm, pounding in and out of him, sending him forward against the pillow, every time it thrust fully up into him. He felt his balls tingle and he came, his come shooting out of the head of his cock, spreading it gooey film all over the bed under him. He felt the cock deep inside his ass, throb a couple of times then explode, sending wave after wave of hot come, deep up into him. He groaned at the feeling of his second load of hot come and he pushed back against the groin of the man behind him as hard as he could, wanting all his come inside him, helping him to empty his balls completely. After, what seemed like an eternity, he felt the cock slide out of him and the bed moved, as whomever had just fucked him, got off it. He heard his door creak shut and then there was silence. He waited for a few minutes before moving. He slid down onto the mixture of come and sweat under him and quickly fell into a deep sleep, waking in the morning to the smell of the mess he was lying in. He quickly got up and went into the shower, emerging just as his mother finished pulling the soiled sheets off his bed. "How was your first night at home?" she smiled at him, looking straight at his bare groin. "Fine, Mom," he answered, not bothering to try and hide his nakedness. "It was just fine." He watched as she gathered up the sheets off the floor and headed towards the door, looking back at him with a big grin on her face. "See you later," she said as she left him alone to his thoughts. He spent the day thinking about the night before and when it was dark and everyone went to bed, he waited again for his father and the second man to come to his room and fuck him. Night after night, they came and he slept with an ass full of come, enjoying his homecoming more than he could ever have imagined. The feeling of two hard cocks deep inside him every night overwhelmed him to the point he started ignoring everything else, wanting that feeling to continue, even after they finished emptying their balls of come into him. He had become a whore to his father and friend. He was contented in being at home and spent his days patiently waiting for night to fall. Homecoming I am sure that, given the circumstances, I and my family are blessed. Things could have gone tremendously differently over the years. But, with plenty of involvement with my kids, they are actually good people. Honest, over-protected, real young people. Kids respected by their peers, teachers, and parents of their friends. Since my wife died nearly 12 years ago, I have raised my son (Kyle) and daughter (Kimberly) by myself. We have shared plenty of tears, and more than our share of happy times. Many, many instances exist where I have been at the right place at the right time in terms of my business operations. Because of this, we have had lives where we were not struggling for monies to live on, to take trips, vacations, or incur substantial amounts debt to get the things we wanted. My sex life has been good, with a variety of ladies I have dated over the years. None that I could not live without, but have several that I see regularly. Most have been single, but a couple of them have been and are still married. I played major sports in high school and football in college. I stand 6'6" tall, currently weigh about 250 lbs, and for being as old as I am, have stayed in fairly good shape. One more particular statistic, I have a 9 ½ cock with a circumference of 7 ½ inches, long and filling. My kids both have excelled in school. Top grades, heavy school involvement, and well respected by their teachers and school administrators. My son, now 20 is just starting his second year of college, and my daughter is in her final year of high school. They have followed in my footsteps, big for their ages, and extremely skilled athletes. My son, while not offered scholarships to go to college for sports, has had a successful first year in baseball with his Division I school. I believe it will continue. He does not have any real aspirations to be a professional ball player, but should he so desire, I hope he can follow his dreams. A skilled poet and artist, he desires to follow writing songs, poetry, and develop his art and drawing skills. In the past 4-years, he has become heavily involved in acting, and now expects to follow acting after his college days are done. My daughter is, pound for pound, the better athlete of the two. At 6" tall, about 160 lbs, she has the walk of a top athlete. She, until high school, focused on three sports, soccer, basketball, and fastpitch softball. One year, she even was asked to play on one of the US Junior Olympic soccer team in a tournament held in Sweden. I was able to attend and watch her play. The tournament had all the pomp and circumstance of the Olympics, a traditional march into the stadium, carrying the US flag, with teams from 112 countries represented in the tournament. When she returned, she gave up soccer to focus on softball. She verbalized, "What a way to go out, playing for the US in an international tournament". About the same time, she gave up basketball, wanting to focus all her athletic energies to softball. At our competitive level, it had become a year round sport, with speed training, pitching practice with respected coaches, and hitting lessons. It gave me plenty of time to travel with and be around my daughter. Her desire or fire in the belly could be greater, but skill can over come even some lack of desire. She is a dominant pitcher in fast pitch Competitive A Level softball. I have coached her team for the past 10-years. We have had the chance to travel all over the US to major tournaments, have done extremely well in state tournaments, and have made a name for her and other team members over the years. We were even invited to play internationally against coaches I had coached against in US national team competitions over the years. I know, once her high school days are over, she will probably not pursue the sport in college. She only lacks the internal fire to be the best. And, I can not give this to her. We have lived in the same home since before my son was born, been here for 24 years. In this day and age, not too many families are that stable with mom and dad staying together, let alone in the same home. Because of our small community 35-miles outside a major metropolitan area, many more families have a greater degree of stability than many city dwellers would enjoy. I think this is stereotypical for the community. Losing their mom at such an early age drew our family closer together. It happened during late February of 1991, Mom had a doctors appointment in the city, and was returning in the late afternoon. Coming over a hill, she did not see the elk that had wandered on the road. Instead of plowing through the group of elk on the highway, she swerved hard, and ran off the road, hitting two elk, and rolling the SUV several times. She died at the scene. Over the years, I and the kids have developed strong friendships with other members of the community. Each child has found and nurtured deep friendships with other kids in community. Several families have been here as long as we have, and the kids have become the best of friends with my own kids. This has made for long lasting friendships, and complete trust between the families. One of my daughter's best friends Sara even calls me dad. They are forever together, spending the evenings working on homework, talking on the phone about boys, vacationing with each other in the summers. The closeness shared between the girls has been fulfilling emotionally as well for my family. Since the death of Kim's mom, Sara's mom Lynn has been invaluable to me to explain the woman things to me and my daughter. It is amazing how little us manly men know about all this stuff, let alone want to know about this stuff. And even worse, if we manly men had to try and explain the stuff. Thank goodness for Sara's mom Lynn. I could not love her more. I never will understand why she married such a mouse of a man. I have had many fantasies about her and me over the years. And many less than fulfilling jerks with her in mind. And never once did I actually make a move on her. Stupidity I guess. That is my only excuse, and I am sticking to it. Over the years, Sara and Kim had spent a lot of time together. Sara was like one of the family. Starting from such an early age, both girls would run to me and hug me around the legs. They would each sit on my feet, side by side, and want me to walk like a monster. We had always played. As time passed, and the girls grew older, the hugs became less frequent from Sara. More related to special events, and less "heartfelt" hugs. Expected I guess, but hated to lose that innocence as well. The girls were maturing, and amazingly, growing into fine young women. I specifically remember the time where Kim asked if she could have boys at her next party. She even wondered if all the party attendees could spend the night. That got nipped in the bud real quickly. New age parties. Not in my house. Sara even played softball with our team one summer years ago. She focused on soccer and basketball, becoming one of the high schools finest athletes in both sports. Another real athlete, she is just under 6' tall, slender build, lithe, beautifully shaped ass, small firm protruding breasts, and approximately 150 lbs. She is a very attractive young lady. Sara turned 18 over the summer, and my daughter Kim's birthday was September 1. Sara, as usual, spent the night after my daughter's birthday party. I stayed up until the other attendees left, sometime around midnight. Being an early morning person, I planned to actually sleep late the next morning, maybe even until 7:00 am. The girls had plans for an early rise, so I would have to get breakfast ready by 8:30 am so they could begin their day. I swear. It began innocently. I had no intentions to cause what occurred. About 7:00 am, I was still sleeping soundly, when suddenly, the world came crashing awake. Both girls had come bounding into my bedroom with all the stealth that was available, and just as suddenly, pounced on me and the bed. Screaming, yelling, laughing loud and having a great time. Of course, waking with pandemonium going on all around you from a relatively deep sleep can be shocking. I reached for the girls, wrapping both up in my arms, and pulled them to me. With one wrapped in each arm, I awoke slowly, groggily, laughing with them as they twisted and struggled to get away. Unaware and by mistake, I had grabbed Sara across the chest, my hand fully wrapped around her right shoulder and down on her left tit. As she twisted and turned, I held tighter. My daughter was also wrestling to get free from my grasp. I had my arms full of twisting, laughing girls with no intention of sexual contact. In fact, I was not even aware of the tit I had in my hand. Then just as suddenly, I realized what I had in my grasp, and hesitated. As I pulled the girls closer, Sara twisted toward my body, with her hand reaching out to support herself against my body. Without prior expectations, she grabbed my fully erect cock. Whether a morning piss hardon or what, I had no realization of its hardness until she literally grabbed my tool. I began to double up, my daughter facing away from me, her backside to my side, and Sara now with a solid grip on my cock. I twisted, and she pumped my cock two or three times. I do not know for sure, but it sure felt like she did it on purpose. Laughing continued, my hand extricated itself from her tit, she released my cock, and we continued to frolic. Breathless, we stopped. Laughing continued however. Kim turned to me, draped her arm across my chest, and said she and Sara were going to get up and take their showers. With that, both girls jumped up, and just as quickly as they had entered, exited the room. I caught a glimpse of both girls in their night shirts, with just a hint of panties sticking out from the bottom, a view I had seen countless times, but not looked at with greater interest. I lay on my back, mind going 100 mph. My cock still was erect, and riding up my stomach. The covers looked tented where it lay. I got up, jumped into my sweats, fixed a great breakfast for us, and began the day. Nothing was said, not a single reference was made to our romp earlier that morning. Over the next several weeks, Sara was around just like normal. Kim never said anything, so I began to believe it was an accidental grab, and blocked it from my fantasy mind. Now, that did not stop me thinking about her mom Lynn though. If not for Lynn in my mind, I could have masturbated myself crazy. Once in awhile, I visualized Sara. I started to fight those visions often. I could not justify that type of fantasy. It seemed so farfetched. Fucking a young girl 18-years of age. But she had a perfect, hard body! And, most importantly, she was old enough. Fall continued. School took most of Kim's time. The softball team was making a run for the state playoffs. I attended all of her games. The football season was also underway. The team, although going through a losing season, of course would have a homecoming game and dance. With no schedule conflicts, Kim and several of her other girlfriends planned on attending the dance together. They made plans to meet at our home and get ready for the dance. Now, I do not know about you, but four girls, getting ready for a dance is an interesting thing to see. The transformation from the before and after is amazing. From jeans, T-shirts, tank tops, and no make-up faces enter the realm of my daughter's bedroom and bathroom, and within 2-hours, out comes a whole new set of pictures. The transformation is complete. The girls are beautiful. Formal dresses, heels, make-up, and each girl filled with excitement, anticipating attending the dinner with friends before, the dance, and returning home. I take many pictures, saving the moment for me and posterity. Off they go. I issued warnings to drive careful, gave hugs to Kim and Sara, and more wishes for a great evening. My daughter looked radiant, very grown up and beautiful. Sara, dressed in her gown, look as fine as any lady I had ever seen. She was breath taking beautiful. And a body designed for sin. Following the dance, the girls came back to the house to retrieve their clothes and make-up bags and whatever else was involved in the transformation. After all talking at once, each with a story of dinner, dancing, who looked like what, more dancing stories, the other two girls left to make their way home. As planned, Sara was to spend the night. I told them to get ready for bed, it was late, and I was tired. I awoke, darkness still held it grip on my bedroom. I could feel another presence to my backside. A hand was rubbing my back gently, slowly, with a softness that felt good. A light moan came forth from my lips. As my mind cleared, I instantly realized that I was dreaming. Except, I was awake, albeit groggy, I was awake and gaining my senses. Total darkness, I could see the bedside clock, it read 4:43. I rolled to my back, the hand slipped up my side, over my stomach and moved up my chest, lightly playing in the hair on my chest. She moved closer to me, body now pressed tightly against my side. She raised her leg and draped it over my leg. I am now wondering what I should do. Her hand traveled down my body, hesitated only long enough to get her fingertips below the waistband of my briefs. Her hand quickly took hold of my cock, fingers wrapping around the flaccid meat, and started to gently jack my tool up and down. I froze, not wanting to move even slightly. I laid still, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Her hips moved forward, driving her lower body against the side of my leg. My cock began to stiffen quickly, growing rigid, lengthening. I heard her breath grow short as she increased the grip of her hand on my cock. Not a word was spoken. I could not believe the set of circumstances unfolding before me in the darkness. I wanted to reach my hand to hers and stop her, but my body betrayed me. I yearned for the soft caresses I was receiving. I lay still as she continued. She began to move down, pulling the cover up over her head and started planting kisses on my left nipple. She sucked my nipple in her soft mouth, raked her teeth over the nipple to measure the sensitivity of her actions. Her movements brought her to her knees, moving her body over my outstretched leg, and down between both. Pushing back on the bent knees, she squatted on her feet, and continued to move down with her kisses. Her tits brushed my cock and balls through my briefs. Easily, she pulled the briefs down below my balls. I raised my ass, she pulled the briefs down over my backside as well. She stopped movement. Softly, she nuzzled her upper body down on my cock and balls. I felt her hands grab the sides of her tits, and push them into a tunnel around my cock. I could feel the softness envelop me. I grabbed the top of her head, pushed her face down to my cock. It's straining to reach her mouth evident in my motions. Both her hands grabbed my cock, raising the shaft perpendicular to my body. Both hands wrapped about my cock, she began masturbating my cock slowly. Opening her fingers, my cock was held by the palms of hands. She began rapid motion of her hands, back and forth, rolling my engorged cock between her hands. I ached. Again her hands and fingers wrapped around my shaft. I felt her lower her mouth to the tip of my cock. Her tongue reached out to moisten the head of my monster. It's tip playing in the slit, licking the end gently. Lips lowered, sucking my manhood into her velvet soft mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, her tongue caressed the head as she gently sucked my cock head into her mouth. My hips rose to meet her sucking. I wanted more of my cock in her mouth. I gently intertwined my fingers in her hair, and urgently pulled her down on my cock. It slipped easily into her mouth. Just as suddenly, she hesitated downward movement, and sucked. She began short, quick movements up and down my shaft. I want to slow her down, so taking her head between my hands, I slowed her movement. Taking some initiative, I rolled to my right side, tipping her over with me without letting her free my cock from her mouth. Sitting up slightly, I reached behind me and for her pussy. I grabbed her leg, pulling her body up against me. I reached the frilly band of her panties, pulled the band toward me, pulling her with it. I reached inside of her panties. Soft, trimmed hair greeted my searching fingers. I found her cunt. Lightly, I started my middle finger moving over her lips, working the tip of my finger in her folds. Her pussy was wet, dripping juices from her body. She stopped sucking my cock. Breathing stopped as well. My finger tip found her hole. I inserted my finger into pussy, just to the first knuckle. I pulled her body toward me, allowing me to lie back down on the bed. I could smell her now. Musky. Wrapped in darkness, I began to explore her wet, slippery pussy. Her clit was invitingly wet. I slowly withdrew my finger tip from her hole, and began to flick her clit back and forth. I would dip my finger tip back to her hole, gather more juice, and move back to her clit. I focused all my efforts on her clit. As I started to play with her pussy, she began to get more aggressive on my cock. She moved her body upward, pressing her stomach against my ass, pressed her tits to my balls. With one hand wrapped firmly around my cock, she began to bob on my cock with a passion. The better access I got to her pussy, the more I buried my finger in her hole, she would hesitate, and once the finger came out, she would groan loudly, and take as much of me in her mouth as she could. I could hear her gag as my cock hit the back of her throat. She would need lots more practice before she would be able to let my cock slide down her throat very far. I continued to finger her pussy with my left hand, my right hand at the back of her head. I could feel her body responding to my finger playing with her pussy. Flicking her clit rapidly, I was bringing her to an orgasm. I continued playing with her, teasing her pussy. Each flick of my finger drew her closer to orgasm. As I continued to quickly insert and withdraw my finger from her pussy, she began to bite my cock out of reflex. For the first couple of times, the pain was bearable, but as she got closer to orgasm, I was not sure if she would bite my cock off. I verbally told her to ease her biting on my cock. Her mouth relaxed, and she refocused on sucking. As I played, her pussy got wetter and wetter. My finger would now disappear most of the way in her pussy and retreat just as quickly. Back to her clit. I could feel her body tensing, knowing her orgasm was close now. Ignoring my cock, clearing my brain from its desire to cum, I focused on making her cum. Faster, directly on her clit, my finger flicked back and forth across her nub. Continued, directed, faster, I flicked her clit. She arched her back, pulled her mouth off my cock. Hissing, breath short, grunts, moans came forth from her now. Legs widened, pussy pushed forward, hand tightly wrapped around my cock, she arched her pussy into my finger. Suddenly, breath held, she gasped, screamed softly, and began to twitch her pussy quickly back and forth on my finger. I buried my finger deep into her pussy and started pumping as hard as I could. Tight, wet, and moving to me, I moved my ring finger along side my middle finger. Quickly, without hesitation, I drove both fingers deep in her cunt. A very audible gasp escaped her lips. I fucked her hard with my fingers. With a vengeance, she grabbed my cock, and sucked it as deeply down her throat as she could. My balls began to swell. Finger fucking her hard, her mouth now wrapped around my cock, I needed release. I did not know about her swallowing, but it was time to find out. Grabbing the back of her head, burying my fingers deep into her cunt, my body tensed, hips thrust forward impaling her face with my cock, I began to explode gobs of thick cum into her mouth. She gagged, but started sucking hard. The intensity at which she began to suck was striking. Both hands grasped the base of my cock tightly. Sucking hard, she pumped her hands up my shaft until they reached her chin. Sucking every drop possible, she repeated the grasp of my cock, and the pumping that would allow more to be drained from my tool. Homecoming As my cock deflated, she licked and sucked it into her mouth. I had kept banging away at her pussy. I slowed my pace, back to her clit. My goal for her, one more orgasm and sleep. I again flicked the little nub between her lips, slowly at first and increased my tempo. Her body responded quickly for the second orgasm. Her body arched, legs spread wide, opened her pussy to me, and climaxed. Our bodies dropped back to a relaxed state, her mouth gently licking and sucking my cock. I buried two fingers deep in her pussy, her legs clamped down on my hand. Drowsy, we lay together and drifted off to sleep. I awoke, looked at the clock, and saw it was a few minutes after seven. She was gone. Had it been real? My cock, messy from discharge proved to me it had been real. And my briefs were still just down below my ass. As good as it was, how would we react over breakfast. Homecoming I watched you as you walked out the door of the airport. My heart went out to you, you looked so weary and tired and I knew right then what I had planned for you was just what you needed. You looked up and saw me, and suddenly, all the worries vanished from your face. In their place, your eyes sparkled and your smile lit up the room. You enveloped me in your arms, buried your face in my hair and whispered in my ear, "Honey, how I have missed you." I clung to you, tears forming in my eyes, drawing you as close as possible. "I know love, it has been much too long," was my reply. We gathered you luggage quickly and made our way to the car. Once on our way, I told you to open the glove box, that there was a gift in there for you. "You didn't need to do that," you said. "Yes, I did. You need this more than you know, perhaps even more than either of us knows." Opening the box, you find a collar, black leather, simple, but its meaning is clear. Pulling over to the side of the road, I extend my hand silently asking for it. You look at me confused at first, then in shock. "I can't wear this now, we have to check in." "That has been taken care of. I have checked you in already, things are prepared for our arrival. Now if you choose not to, you do not have to wear my collar, but realize that then I am not your Mistress." You hand it to me with hesitation. I cup your face with my hand and ask you, "Have I ever betrayed your trust before?" "No, never." "And I am not about to start." I lean in and kiss you as I place it around your neck. When the buckle is clasped, I look deep into your eyes. "Honey, I have always kept what ever promise I have made to you. And I promise you here and now, that I only wish to bring you peace and pleasure. The only pain you will experience is pleasurable pain. You may stop this at any time, if you wish, but I doubt that you will." Looping my finger through the O-ring, I pull you in for a sweet, tender kiss. "You are now my whore, my bitch, my sweet slut. Do you understand?" "Yes," is your soft reply. "Yes, what?" "Yes, Mistress." As we pull into the parking lot of the hotel, I tell you as I hand you the key. "You are to go up to the room. On the table I have set out a glass and a bottle of Glen Livet next to it. Ice is in the freezer if you need it. You are to make yourself a drink and read and follow the instructions I have left there for you. Button up your shirt collar all the way and no one will be the wiser" "Where will you be Mistress?" "Questioning me already love? Hmmm, one demerit. Hurry now, before you earn more." You enter the room to find it exactly as I told you. On the table is the scotch, along with several tumblers and several sheets of paper. Quickly you make a drink, pick up the instructions and sit down and begin to read. "Love, if you are reading this, then you have chosen to be my whore. A good choice I believe. Sip your drink, enjoy it. Walk to the television, turn it on and watch the tape as you read." You pick up the remote, push play and immediately the screen fills with the imagine of a couple leisurely fucking. You hear their sighs and moans, whimpers of pleasure. As the camera pulls back, you are shocked and pleased to see that it is she fucking him. His legs are wrapped about her body, pulling her close, his eyes closed as he is intent on feeling her deep within him. You turn back to the letter, their cries of passion echoing in your ears. "By now you're aware of what is in store for you. I want you to make yourself another drink and reread these stories that we have shared over the past year when words were the only way we could make love to each other." Rising, you pour more into your glass, return to the sofa and begin to read. As you relive the passion and lust of our stories and desires, you hear the couple in the background, heightening your growing arousal. Finally you reach the last page just as you finish your drink. "You are to bathe completely and thoroughly for me. Shave, then use the cologne I have set out for you. Then you are to uncover the tray sitting on the dresser. Take the oil and lightly coat your body with it, paying special attention to your ass and cock. Lube up the anal plug and insert it. You are then to straddle the corner of the bed and watch the movie I have selected for you in the bedroom. You may NOT touch yourself, you are only to rock back and forth on MY COCK in your sweet ass. I will be there shortly." Quickly you perform your tasks until you find yourself ready for the tray. Removing the linen cloth covering it, you find a thick plug, light oil, a small leather cat, black stockings and clamps. Oiling yourself, you insert the plug and immediately your cock becomes rock hard, pre-cum oozing from it already. Straddling the corner of the bed as instructed, you turn on the movie. A familiar voice cries out, it’s Kay Parker riding a cock as hard as yours, her tits swaying back and forth. You've dropped your cock now, just as I have instructed and you are riding the plug in your ass. Her voice fills your ears as she cums. Your eyes closed; you are intent on feeling just what she is. "I see you've followed my directions. Well, done love." My voice breaks through your lust and you stop for a moment. "No, continue you. Ride that cock baby, show Mistress how much you love your ass filled." You blush deeply and begin to rock back and forth again. "Look at me, share this with me." Raising your eyes to me, I walk over to you, placing my hands, one on each shoulder. "God, baby, you look so hot there. That's it, fuck that ass for your Mistress. Wait, what is this I see here, pre-cum?" I lightly touch the head of your cock, my finger drawing out the sticky glistening drop. I bring it to your lips, coat them with it, and then lean in to kiss you. I trace your lips, licking it, savoring it, tasting you on you. Standing, I tell you to unzip me. My dress falls to the floor and I stand before you in black lace, the panties and bra you love. My breasts are nearly fully exposed to you, spilling over the small shelf that they are resting on. You can see that my nipples are hard from arousal. "Go to the tray and bring me back the cat, my love. Kneel before me and offer it to me, and say what ever it is that crosses your mind at that moment." Silently you retrieve the small leather whip and walk back towards me. Your cock is harder yet, pointing straight ahead as if leading the way. Kneeling down before me, you offer the cat up to me with these words. "Mistress, I need to be spanked. Please….." Your voice drops as you beg me to control you, to take you to that place in which you are released. I take the cat from your hand, tilt your chin upwards and softly kiss you. "I love you with all that I am. I know you need this as badly as I need to give it to you and take the gift of your submission." As I softly whisper these words to you, I gently stroke the supple leather across your face, down your neck, back and forth across your chest. When the leather hits your nipples, they tighten and pucker. I tease and play with them using only the whip, listening to your breathing deepen and become ragged. Looking down between your legs, I see more cum oozing from you. "Slut, you may paint your nipples with your cum for me." Taking the end of the whip, I lift your cock up from underneath; not that it needs help, but loving your reaction when it is touched. Your fingers swirl the cum and take it to your chest, painting the cum just as I had directed. I open my mouth and you place your fingers inside. I suck them, flicking my tongue over them, pretending it is your cock feeding me directly; all the while looking directly into your eyes. I release your fingers from my mouth and walk over to the dresser and select two objects from the tray. I return to where you are kneeling by the bed and I sit on the edge. "Rise and turn around," I command you. You stand and turn away from me, offering me a glorious view of your ass. I can not help myself; I lean forward and kiss my way up the cleavage, from the top of your thighs to the "Y’ at the top. Swiftly I bring my hand down on your right cheek. My hand print glows back at me, rosy pink against your skin. I bend forward and kiss the redness. Instinctively you arch your back, pushing your ass towards me. Again I slap you; this time the other cheek. "So my bitch’s ass needs his Mistress?" "Yes, Ma'am." "You may turn around again. Place your hands in front of you. " I lightly bind them together using a black silk stocking, looking at your face for any signs of hesitation or distrust. Seeing none, I finish. I arch upwards to your chest; you lean down to aid me. My tongue flicks over your painted cum nipples. God, how sweet you taste. I can't help myself. My passion and lust get the best of me and I suckle your entire aureola into my mouth and latch on like a baby. Suckling you, tasting your cum and the oil, I feel my pussy get wetter and wetter. I reach between my legs, push my panties aside and place a finger between my swollen lips. Withdrawing it, I replace it now with two, coating them thoroughly. My lips still attached to your nipple, I wipe my fingers over your lips, feeling you suck them inside, drinking my cum from them, as you will my pussy later. "Suck my fingers baby. Lick all my sweet cum from them. Later you will have all you can handle, and more." Satisfied that I have softened and extended your nipple, I pick up the clamps, the second item from the tray, and open one of them wide. Looking straight into your eyes, I place the teeth around your nipple. God, I want to share the pain with you, that sweet pain we crave. I smile as I let my finger release it as it clamps down on you. A swift intake of breath, your eyes close and flutter behind the their lids as you take in the painful pleasure. My mouth moves to your other nipple, and again I prepare you. I am rougher on this one, knowing that the pain will be double when I close the second clamp on you. Biting, nipping and teasing it with my teeth, you are ready quickly. Again, I place the clamp around the outside and release. Your knees buckle for a moment, then you stand steady. How beautiful you look, standing there, collared, bound and clamped for me, a testament to you faith and trust in me. I take the whip in hand and begin to lightly strike your nipples. You close your eyes to revel in the feeling. Each subsequent blow is barely harder than the last. Through your dreamlike fog, you hear me ask, "Remember the first time we met? How aroused you had me? How I begged for you to spank my tits? Well love, now it’s your turn to feel that need." Just as the lashes are beginning to turn your chest pink, I stop. Your breathing evens out for a moment, until you feel my hand cupping your sac. Your eyes snap open and look down at me in both fear and anticipation. I lower my face to your sac, kissing and inhaling your scent. "What a sweet slut you are, you smell so good for your Mistress. How I love the taste, texture and scent of your skin." Setting aside the whip, I continue to fondle and nuzzle your sac. Taking one into my mouth, I trap it with my teeth as my other hand begins to stroke your cock against my face and hair. Flicking my tongue madly over the stretched skin, I hear moans and sighs of pleasure coming from you. Opening my mouth barely enough to let it pass through, I clamp down with my teeth, scraping the skin as your sac and ball exit my mouth. You wince and make a hissing sound, but you remain silent to my torment of you. Picking up the cat again, I begin to strike your balls and cock just as I did your nipples. Swirling the leather around them, your cock is so hard and frustrated with lack of release that it is turning purple. Knowing how you love it, I slap your cock with my palm and then quickly lash at it with the leather, sending you into spasms. "Does this hurt?" "Just a little bit Mistress." "Good, my love, then we will increase the pressure until just before the point of true pain." Copious strands of pre-cum are leaking from you, trailing over my breasts, stomach and thighs. "My, what a messy whore you are, you will have to clean that up you know." Nodding your head in silence you continue to accept your punishment, the torment that you crave from me. Sensing that you are close to climax, I stop. It is not time for your pleasure yet. Taking the chain that links your clamps, I pull you down to me roughly and kiss you deeply. You respond with equal passion and need; our tongues dancing, suckling and biting each other's lips. "Clean me, lick up all that cum from me." Using the chain I direct you to where you have splattered me with your cum in your arousal. With each tug, I lead you lower and lower until your face is level with my panties. I fall back on the bedspread, open my legs wide. Pushing my panties aside you watch in frustration as I begin to stroke and play with my wet pussy. You can smell sex throughout the room now. Pulling your in closer with the chain, you watch as my fingers slide between the lips dipping further and further until you know for sure that I have them deep inside of me. Pulling one lip aside, I let you watch as I finger my clit, first gently and then faster and faster. As I cum shaking and crying out, you bury your face against my panties. "What my little bitch? What is it you want?" "To taste you Mistress." "You wish to lick me? Suck my pussy? Until I scream?" "Yes, Ma'am, oh God, please yes……….." Your voice takes on that tone that tells me you are reaching that plane of pleasure so few ever hit. I pull off my panties and wrap my legs about your shoulders. "Drink from me, lick and suck me dry." You bury your face in me. I lay back and close my eyes and just feel incredible. My clit is so hard that you have taken it in your mouth; you are sucking and licking it as if it was your last meal. I feel my orgasm welling up in me like a tidal wave. My pussy pulsates; I know that I am going to be flooding your face with juice in a moment. I reach down and pull your face up a bit. You look into my eyes as it hits and washes over me. I shudder beneath you, covering your face and neck with glistening cum. I fall back, spent and exhausted as you kiss and lick my lips and thighs clean. As I return too normal, my hand touches the whip again. You have earned your spanking, several times over. Now is the time. "Up on the bed love, on your tummy, but first, let me unbind your hands." Crawling up on the bed, you lay face down as instructed. "Lift up your tummy please." I place pillows under you so that your ass is up in the air, an altar for your sacrifice. I take your cock and sac, placing them so that they too are exposed. I stop and look at you, you take my breath away, lying there so still, so accepting of my desires. I position myself between your open thighs, looking down at your cheeks. I raise the cat and bring it down on them. You jump slightly and then settle in. I set up a rhythm, first one cheek and then another. Taking the end of the plug, I begin to work it back and forth a bit, allowing you the sensation of being full and fucked. Your ass is beginning to turn crimson under me and I know that you can not hold back your climax much longer. "Roll over," I hiss at you. My arousal is building and I need to feel you deep within me. Once on your back, I straddle your hips, taking your cock in my hand and guiding it through my wet, slick lips. Poised right there, I reach over and unclasp one of your nipples and hand the clamp to you. Tears come to your eyes as the blood rushes back into the nipple, but you never take your eyes from my face. I lift a breast and offer it to you. "Connect us love, I want to share a bit of the pain with you." You reach over and place the clamp on my nipple. Smiling at me, you let go and hear my cry of pain as the teeth bite into me. I am beyond reason, I am on sensory overload just as you are. "Fuck me bitch. Take me with you to that place you go. Fuck me hard and wild. I want you to lose total control with me. Be a bitch in heat, let the animal in you out." The words are barely out of my mouth when you grab my hips and pull me onto you as you arch up into me. And like a madman, you pound into me relentlessly. "God Mistress, oh God baby. I've needed this, I need you." "Cum now slut, cum!" With one last thrust you grab me by the hair and pull me to you. Your tongue invades my mouth, hard and driven just like your cock is my pussy. I suck it in as I clamp down with my pussy around your cock. Your fingers dig into my hips as your begin your climax. We both begin to whimper and cry out as your hot cum splashes the walls of my pussy. Your ass is on fire from the spanking and now the rubbing of the sheets. Stars go off in my head, I am dizzy and weak, yet strong and so alive, and I wonder at the last conscience moment if this is what you are feeling. I awaken on your chest, my face nuzzled against your neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly about me, holding me close. You've turned us so that we are cuddling one another, the clamps are missing so you must have removed them. Just the two of us now, lying spent. I close my eyes and sense your calmness next to me and drift off to sleep, never wanting you to go away again. Homecoming Beulah leaned heavily on her cane and carefully stepped from the gravel parking lot into the glistening grass. She followed the dark footprints leading to the edge of the lake. Though she moved a bit slower than the rest, she didn't worry. "I reckon I'll get to see just that much more," Beulah always said. After a few more steps on the damp grass she stood at the edge of the lake with the others, her neighbors. They stood together waiting for the sun to rise over Flagstaff Lake, just like they had each August for the last thirty years or so. "Yep, it seems each year there is less and less of us," Beulah heard someone say. She glanced up and saw Isabelle smile at here. "Oh Isa, it seems like so long since I seen you," Beulah said. "I know Beu, I didn't make it last year," Isabelle said. "Yes, Harry passed in July of last year. I just couldn't make it." Beulah glanced over towards the cemetery by the old chapel. "I'm so sorry Isa. You know it's been three years since Jonathan went. I still come back every year though. Sometimes it feels like he's right here with me." She reached into her burlap purse and pulled out a tissue. She dabbed a tear from her eye and continued. "There's just not that many of us anymore." "Not many youngsters join us anymore. I guess the grandkids are growing up. Oh land's sake Beu, look at old Joseph. He's got Jilly cornered there. Go save her will you?" Beulah wandered past several neighbors, her cane squeaking on the wet grass. Joseph was in the midst of one of his never-ending 'stories'. As he talked, his hands flapped as if he wanted to fly. Occasionally he would reach to adjust the bandanna that held his hair in a long, gray ponytail. His dark green jacket had brown patches on the sleeve, just like some old college professors Beulah remembered. "Joseph, stop accosting this young woman with your old tales. Look, go over there and talk to Isabelle. She was just saying how much she liked your ponytail." "She likes my hair? See there Beu, I told you I looked good. Beulah rolled her eyes as Joseph adjusted the collar on his jacket. He bowed a bit to Jilly, "Pardon me, Ms. Coffrey." He wandered toward Isabelle with a walk that seemed a cross between the jitterbug and Frankenstein's limp. "You'll have to excuse Joseph, he'd talk to a sign post if it had a pretty name." "Oh I don't mind," Jilly replied, "he was telling me some of the history of Flagstaff." "Don't you listen to a word he says. He's the biggest storyteller around, and you can bet not a lick of it is true." “He was telling me something about the town, what it was like in the forties." "You just ignore those stories. I'll tell you some about our town. We called it Flagstaff, Maine, just a stone's skip from Eustis. All us here called it home, at least until the flood. But let me tell you of the history." Jilly smiled. "It's all so beautiful. There are times I wish I'd been born here, but you know, I can visit here anytime through everyone's memories." "Well I ain't quiet old enough to remember this, but our town was named for a flagpole set in the ground in 1775 by Benedict Arnold. That was before he became a traitor. Since that day our town's been called Flagstaff. "Most of the people that lived in the town were loggers, cutting the trees and floating them down the Dead River. Funny name Dead River, you'd think nothing could live in those waters, but we had fished it for years. We had an old pond, called Flagstaff Pond. "Clifford, you see that man with the silly hat? That's Clifford. He used to ferry the loggers across the pond, and when the floods came he said he would build an ark. That silly man was gonna build an ark and save all us from the floods." She twirled a finger at her ear and did a strange slow step that looked like a jig. Jilly smiled, "Tell me about the flood." "Well Jilly, it was scary, real scary. We all knew it was coming, but it was scary anyway. The Central Maine Power Company bought up all the land to build a power dam. Most of the people moved out before they began building, but some of use just couldn't leave that fast. Anyway, they sent in crews of men to tear down the old buildings and clear away the tall trees. "Well, those men didn't know the town, didn't know the history. They just tore things down like they were nothing, even the old flagpole, the historic flagpole. There was supposed to be two more weeks before they finished, but the men decided they wanted to finish early, so they could get paid. Instead of tearing down the rest of the buildings and trees, they set it all afire. "Jonathan and I almost didn't make it out. I remember the fire burning on both sides of the road as we drove out with the last of our stuff. I can still taste the smoke. A few days later the water started rising and Flagstaff, our town, became Flagstaff Lake." "Look," Jilly said, "the sun is rising over the mountain." "Yep, that's Bigelow Mountain. Wait till you see how the sun shines off the water. Some people think it's real pretty how the lake reflects the sun and sky. Most of us here just think it's kind of sad." The sun slowly peeked from behind the mountain and sparkled on the water. Jilly backed up to take a picture. She noticed the silhouettes holding hands and she heard them singing. She took several pictures thinking, "They've all come home again, they've all come home." Homecoming I surveyed my reflection in the mirror, casting a critical eye over what I saw. You had been away and I wanted you to feel that I had made an effort to be attractive for you on your return. My skin had a pale golden sheen in the soft light of the bedroom; helped by the attentions of the razor earlier in the bath and the lightly scented moisturiser I had applied only minutes before. I ran an inspecting hand over the efforts of the razor. My legs, underarms and pussy were smooth and soft as a baby's skin. Attention went next to my hair, naturally unruly. I frowned at it in the mirror before acknowledging that I had managed to encourage it to look at least as if it was intended to sit this way. I smiled as I realised it already looked as if male hands had found their way into its honey, corn silk strands. Just as well to have a cut that did that on purpose, since every other haircut I ever had, ended up looking that way through the ministrations of those loving, talented, knowing hands. Briefly I inspected the rest of the picture I presented. Full breasts, already stiff, rose pink nipples, curvy hips, long legs and those ever present freckles, somewhat paler now it was winter, but still shades darker than the rest of my skin, full sensuous lips, which were already aching for your kiss, and blue eyes, which were currently signalling the war going on inside. They sparkled with slumberous fire whilst showing vague lines of fatigue. I sighed. To dress or not to dress? I checked the time - 11.40. You wouldn't be back until after 12. A tiny smile played at the corners of my mouth as I realised that the lingerie would be best kept for tomorrow night. When you got back, all either of us would be interested in would be touching, holding, lots of kissing and probably not a whole lot of foreplay, before falling onto and into one another. The speed and intensity of my readiness for you never fails to take me a little by surprise. Finally decided, I grabbed one of your old work shirts, I like sleeping in them. I also like how sometimes you take your time over the buttons, and, at others, consign them to the "used to be clothing" category by ripping them open. I slid my arms into the pale blue cotton and did up the bottom four buttons, leaving the top three open and a large amount of cleavage consequently in view. I slipped into bed, snuggled over to your side where faint traces of your scent were still available to me and closed my eyes for a second. Very soon now and you would be here... ***** I became aware of a weight around my waist, and an insistent suckling on the nape of my neck, making my back arch and pushing my bum instinctively against the hard heat I could already feel pressing against there. 'Arrived,' I thought, 'you're here safe' and drifted back towards sleep. 'Mmmm.' In response to the wonderful, drugging, languorous sensations pulsing through me, making my limbs heavy and warm, I slowly floated back to wakefulness, my entire being responding to the heat and the insistence of your mouth on mine, the play of your tongue encouraging my own to dance, and with no hesitation I opened my lips, and allowed my nature to take over, my mouth flirting against yours, my tongue demanding more strength and more heat from you, pushing you to dominate me and make me entirely yours. My hands moved to go around you and pull you close. 'What the...?' My eyes flew open in shock. Male laughter, knowing, deep and sensuous. "Hi, Honey, I'm here." You looked down imperiously on my stunned face. Every sense was now on alert, flooding languorous limbs with adrenalin, making them tense, ready for fight. My wrists were securely tied to the headboard! Blue eyes round and enormous with shock, my gaze flew to your face. The man I love so well, straddled over me, very aroused, very solid and, judging by the expression on your face, not overly happy with me. I struggled to swallow, mouth suddenly very dry. As I examined my predicament and saw the material of my own scarves biting into my wrists, I wondered what I had done. "Confused, sweetheart?" Your tone was more than a little acid. You cocked your head to one side, as if mocking my confusion. Fake concern was etched on your face as you continued, "Poor baby! She doesn't understand why this is happening..." Then you took hold of my left breast in your right hand and very slowly increased the pressure on it. You squeezed it so hard that your fingers almost managed to curl into a fist with my tortured flesh inside it. "Unnhhhh." Despite myself I let out a low, breathy moan of pain. As you lessened your grip and then removed your hand from my breast, the marks of your fingers left a livid print on the creamy skin, as if it felt you still had me in your grasp. From lowered lashes I watched as you sat back; seeming to admire the artwork you had wrought on my body. You were smiling your satisfaction that you had my complete attention. "It is very simple, Darling. You see, I find it unacceptable that I drive for this long to come to you, and you can't even be bothered to stay awake to welcome me." I heard you sigh and saw your expression as you shook your head, before your gaze travelled over my body, working down from my startled face and then taking a very long time to come back up and reach my own now shameful, downcast gaze. I longed to tell you how I had prepared for your arrival, but the words were stuck in my throat and I knew it was true. I couldn't even stay awake to show you how much you had been missed. You inhaled deeply, making me very aware of the weight of you on my hips. "I think, sweetie, we need to revisit the basics. You need to learn all over again just how bad it can hurt when you fail to please me, as well as how lovely it can be for you when you show me that you belong to me. Actually, we both know how much you enjoy it all, but I have a feeling you won't be overly keen on this lesson." You laughed then. A hard, clipped, cold sound. "Well, at least not initially. Incidentally, feel free to struggle. I really think I'd rather like that." I swallowed convulsively at the dark fires I could see burning in your eyes. I hadn't seen this in you for a long time, and I remembered exactly how pointed your lessons could be. Despite myself, I felt a shiver of anticipation, and became aware of an ache growing deep inside me. I flushed in shame, which you must have caught because you began to laugh again. "Are you having fun yet, my darling?" As you enquired, you took my left nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched - hard. Immediately and with no thought I twisted to try to release it from your grip, but you know me well and just moved with me. The pressure on that most sensitive part of me merely increased beyond what I ever thought I could bear. A moan escaped from me, though I tried to bite it back. "What's that you say? More? Do the other one too?" I could see your dark head cocked to one side, questioningly. "Certainly sweetheart, anything for you..." But instead of immediately moving your other hand to my right breast, the pressure lifted from my left. And you twisted your upper body away, lifting the pressure on my hips. It was over, relief flooded through me. "Thank you," I whispered meekly, only to falter when I caught a glimpse of what you had reached for. "Oh," you chuckled, "You are so very welcome." Both hands returned to my left nipple, busying themselves with the clamps you had lifted from the bed. You seemed to be watching my expression intently as you got it into position, "Are you ready for the pain, baby? Here it comes," and then immediately you released your hold on the spring holding the clamp apart. A rush of white hot, needle sharp pain coursed from my already tender nipple, sending screams of sensation up my spine, and causing me to catch and hold my breath with the effort of not making a sound. You seemed to drink in the sight of me like this; riding the waves of pain you gave me so generously. I could see that you noted how the fire in my own eyes spiralled almost out of control. I wanted to be such a good girl for you, even if you couldn't tell me right now if I was. Right then I needed as much as wanted my punishment. Something in me also sensed that you needed to be sure that I remembered that pleasing you was my purpose. I felt you grow harder as I responded to your wonderful hurts on me. I hoped that you would have my mouth on you soon, but I wasn't to have that yet. You had a devilish glint in your otherwise forbidding expression... My left nipple was being pulled down by the weight of the chain that allowed it to be connected to its fellow on the other end. I noted your teasing expression as you lifted the chain until it was taut and then drew circles in the air causing my nipple to follow in miniature the arcs you were making. Then, oh my, I almost screamed in frustration as you lowered your mouth until you could concentrate a breath on the very tip of my ravaged flesh, and very lightly flicked your tongue over it. Millions of electrical pain and pleasure circuits were galvanised into action, sending hot currents of sheer sensation through me in almost unbearable waves. A long, low moan of excitement came from me at that. This seemed to make you more focused and the expression that settled on your beloved countenance was one of decision and determination, almost grim. Your hands busied themselves in repeating your earlier ministrations, only this time on my right nipple. Again, before releasing your hold on the spring, you focused on my face, seemingly satisfied with the apprehension you could see shining through the pleasure you had given. "Ready?" You cocked your head a little. Slowly and beseechingly, I shook my head in response. "Ah, good." You let go your hold. Again, you seemed to drink in the vision of me being hit by the sensations you had offered, then watching me try to breathe through the wash of hurt that coursed through me. I became very aware of how strongly your cock twitched against my belly, harder than ever now. "Do you like your punishment?" You asked me. The words were clipped and angry, but not shouted. You spoke in normal tones and were all the more commanding for it. I shook my head in response. I could tell that this was inadequate by the hiss of your indrawn breath and then feeling your hand snake out, round to the back of my neck, pulling my hair, forcing my head back and my chin to be thrust upwards, making my back arch and bringing my already tortured breasts into contact with your chest. The heat coming off them was blistering. Yes, I loved it. "If I ask you a question, you will do me the courtesy of answering me. Am I understood?" You breathed against my ear and you pulled a little harder on my hair as you finished. I rushed to answer you in a breathy whisper, which was all I could manage, but I didn't want to anger you any more than I already had. "Yes, I understand and ... I'm sorry." There were tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Despite this, I felt the response of your cock to my words. God, I feel so wet and desperate for you when you make me recognise I am this vulnerable. Instead of letting go my hair, I felt you pulling a little harder and felt the rush of longing to open myself entirely to you as you did. I wonder if you saw the leap of flame in my eyes as you did that? I was desperate to simply beg you to bury yourself deep inside me soon, or I knew I would simply tumble over the edge into orgasm as soon as you graced me with the feel of you moving inside me. "Right, we'll try again. Do you like your punishment?" Your gaze bored into mine, daring me to answer you truthfully, equally daring me to answer you untruthfully. Either way I could not win. My tongue flicked out, wetting my suddenly very dry lips, and I risked a look directly into your eyes as I answered. "I love it." I breathed shakily. Whether it made you more or less angry, it was only the truth. I could feel the moisture in my pussy and the deep pulling ache in my lower belly, crying out to be taken, claimed and shown that you were its, and my, master. Unable to risk seeing whether this displeased you, my lashes lowered and I held my breath, waiting for your pleasure. "Show me, slut, open your legs for me, oh, and your mouth. Now!" Your voice was a little rough, betraying a little of your own urgency for the first time. A thrill rushed through me at that. With no hesitation at all I opened my mouth for you and spread my legs as wide as I possibly could, my hips automatically pushing upwards in mute invitation to you. I felt you shift, settling your weight again on my hot, aching tits, and as I felt your cock push into my eager, now watering mouth, I also felt three of your fingers plunge into my fevered cunt. Instinctively, both sucked at their offerings, the walls of my pussy trying to pull your fingers deeper, my hips raising to try to encourage you to take me more forcefully, my head going back as I sucked and licked at your wonderful, delicious cock, telling you I wanted all of you taking me as plainly as I could. I wanted you to use me, fuck me and ride me until I passed out from the sheer sensations you lavished on me. A moan of loss escaped from me as you withdrew your cock so very slowly from my hungry mouth. "Who's pleasure is important here, my Angel?" As you asked, your bum ground on my hot, aching breasts, causing fresh flash floods of delicious agony to wash over and through me. I raised my gaze to your own piercing stare before answering, "Yours Sir, only yours." I held your eyes as you nodded your agreement and then commanded me to open my mouth again. I thrilled at the grunt of satisfaction as you plunged your full length into my mouth and down my throat. I feasted on the sight of your eyes closing and your head tilting back as you fucked my face. This only made me more desperate to pleasure you. I sucked harder, then, as you slowly withdrew a little, I sucked harder making sure licked the gorgeous head of your cock any time you withdrew it long enough for me to do so, I moaned my joy as I was rewarded with the intoxicating nectar or your excitement. Without warning you pulled put of me, and moved away. You undid my right wrist restraint and whispered in my ear, "Turn over, my sweet little whore. Present yourself to me." "Yes Sir." I murmured and rolled onto my stomach, before raising my bum and bringing myself onto my knees so that my back was arched and my pussy, wet, oh so wet, and hungry was in now plain view. I couldn't help but wriggle a little in an attempt to assuage some of the ache deep inside me. "Good girl." You soothed, as you moved between my widespread thighs and pushed smoothly and deeply into me. I couldn't help but moan in ecstasy as you did. "Thank you, Sir." I gasped. You instantly rewarded me with several deep, stretching thrusts that seemed to almost split me in two. Without needing to be told, I pushed back on your wonderful tool, wanting all of you, for all it would hurt to have that much of you. "What do you want slut?" you queried of me, as you rode me deeply and careless of my hurts. "I want to please you, Sir." I managed to concentrate on answering through the fog of pleasure you surrounded me with. SMACK. My left bum cheek was stinging and red hot with the force of the slap you landed. You pulled out of me a little, driving me wild as you gave me only a couple of inches of your glorious cock and held it there, immobile, whilst your hands had locked on my hips preventing me from pushing back onto you. "Nice answer, but not entirely true, I think!" You plunged briefly into me, and made me sigh in sheer pleasure, "Try again." SMACK, this time on my right bum cheek and every bit as hard, making me yelp. "Quickly now, slut. I lose patience." Your tone was irritated, making me rush to answer you. "I want to please you, Sir, but I also want to be fucked senseless" I breathed, trying, despite your iron grip, which had returned the instant you had delivered your blow, to move my hips in a way that allowed me to feel more of you than you currently allowed. SMACK! "Good girl. How about you fuck me instead? Show me how much you love cock. Make it obvious exactly how cock hungry you are, what a dirty little slut you are." SMACK! "Come on, bitch, ride my cock. Show me." You thrust your entire length into me and allowed your grip to lessen, although your hands rested lightly on my hips, making me feel claimed. I did as you asked, my back arching onto the long, thick, hot hardness of you, hips rolling, pushing back and pulling forward, getting lost in the rhythm of my own need. Eventually, you decided enough was enough. Your breathing was laboured and the scent of our arousal was heavy in the air. The noises of my excitement were loud in the dimmed light of the bedroom, as was the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall and then I groaned in ecstasy as your hand found my hair, pulled my head back and you began to seriously pump yourself in and out of my greedy cunt. I was desperate to come all around you, milk you dry. Despite myself I could feel the contractions begin, and your cock swell even more at the response from me. "Beg me, Angel, ask me nicely for what you want." You ground out, slamming into me, almost tipping me over the edge. "Please Sir, allow me to cum all around your cock, let my cunt milk your cum from you, I beg you" I managed, "Certainly, my little cum slave, have your cum for me, and take all of mine." With that you began to truly fuck me, harder and harder, allowing me to be swept away, for my pussy to let go and my orgasm to pulse through me. I groaned in satisfaction as I felt you spray your own seed deep inside me, in seemingly endless spurts. "Mmmm, thank you, Sir" I offered as I eventually and regretfully felt you pull out of me, You laughed, undid my remaining restraint before pulling me into your arms, and bringing your beloved mouth down on mine and giving me a thorough and tender kiss. "This is going to hurt you, Angel," you whispered, "but I'll kiss it better". You took the clamps in both hands and undid them at the same time. Your mouth instantly went to my right nipple salving the rush of pain, suckling there until the blood flow returned to normal and the agony became a deep, warm ache. Meanwhile your hand maintained a pinch on the left nipple until your mouth could repeat its ministrations there. My hands cradled your head as you tended to my grateful tits. Eventually you raised your head from its work to gaze into my eyes. "You know, Angel?" You smiled, "I believe I should do some late night shopping more often. What do you think?" *** To all of you who took time to vote and/or give feedback to my first attempt, a big thank you. It's good to be appreciated. Please let me know what you think of this offering. Constructive criticism is very welcome. L Homecoming I watched him in that warm garage, beads of sweat at his neckline I longed to taste...only to attempt to slake my thirst in the cool glass of water beside me. The conversation had ebbed and flowed, sometimes lapsing into casual silence as I observed him ministering to his machine. His distracted technical mutterings to himself ghosted a smile across my lips. Our meeting had been calm and comfortable, not really like a first meeting at all. How could it be, after so many months of talking and teasing and taunting; the thinly veiled hopes and promises? The initial embrace held a slight feeling of coming home. That first slide of hair withdrawing across my cheek, instantly taking me back to daydreams of it falling around me in a curtain as he... No, I had to keep my mind on other things! Leaning across, I coyly asked him how his flux capacitor is coming along. He glanced at me, a spark of laughter shooting through his eyes. I should have known from the start I was in trouble, bantering about MoPars and the erotic scents of a mechanic shop. I am mesmerized again...those hands, slick with oil and other viscous fluids I wished were something else. How I longed to replace that daunting hulk of Detroit steel! A catch grew in my breath as my mind's eye was filled with images of those same hands touching me, whispering across my exposed skin to envelop all those parts that were calling to me with increased insistence as I sat watching. Anticipation can be such a delicious dance. Tumbling closer to the edge, I was overcome for the moment with the desire to lose myself in those eyes, those lips, those fingers I could only hope were itching to reach for me...wondering where that line was, or if we even had a line? His voice broke through my mental wonderings "...Earth to Katie; I can hear your brain grinding from here! I think I might see smoke too!" My eyes refocused on the quiet smirk on his face and the teasing devilish glint that accompanied it. Hopping from my perch and moving to him, I reached one hand out and traced a line against his forearm, sliding my palm up his arm as I stepped into his space. Inhaling his scent with half-closed eyes, I brought my face to his neck and gently brushed my lips across it. Trailing them upwards, I nuzzled his ear before murmuring "I was just thinking about how Plum Crazy Purple drives me wild" and dissolving into laughter. I felt him shake against me with his own mirth, our shared silliness always a strong point. The breach had been crossed though; I stood with one hand splayed across his bicep and my face against his and all I could think of was how much I wanted this man. I was frozen with indecision, wondering if he truly meant those playful hints through our chatting times...if the real thing was as desirable as the idea. Hesitating, I searched for some clue that this want wasn't one-sided. He answered for me, shifting his body against mine and pulling back to meet my questioning eyes. It seemed longer but was only a moment before he leaned forward and my lips were finally able to taste him. His hair tickled a bit as the kiss deepened, his tongue wet and sliding against mine, his arms tense as they wrapped around me. For moments I lost myself in him, the feel and heat and pressure of our bodies together. "So long..." my mind sighed as he pulled away from me. "You can't know how long I've thought about that" he echoed against my lips. I thought of uttering our famous "stop reading my mind!" comment but I knew that wouldn't happen and remained silent. Instead I drew my other hand up across his back, feeling all those lines my eyes had been graced with for so long. My fingers tangled in his hair, bringing his mouth back to mine. I had waited too long to have this first taste cut short too quickly. Every dream of him played through my mind like a kaleidoscope as I moved against him. Breath quickening with a whimper caught in my throat, I leaned back as his hand cupped my jaw and his mouth dropped to my throat. It was so unfair, he with the advantage of already knowing my weaknesses! His lips and teeth played at the joint of my neck and shoulder; the only thing keeping my dizzied body up was his arm braced in the small of my back. The fluttering in my chest warred with the ache between my legs as to which would capture the most of my attention. The rush of need was overwhelming...That prickly heat of summer against my skin, his breath against my neck, the mingled scent of garage and him. The feel of his desire pressed against me. The faint moans escaping from my lips. I could feel myself sinking again, whirling away into this. I felt his mouth draw away as my body shifted. I could see the start of a question in his face and smiled reassuringly, letting him know this was no mistake. Ignoring that small kernel of fear in my stomach I leaned forward to kiss him once more before disengaging from his arms and tugging his hand. "Let's take a drive." Weaving my fingers between his, I scampered into the house to collect things. Grumbling, he collected his keys and waited by the door. Passing by with my arms full I taunted him once more, flicking my tongue lightly against his lips. "Don't worry, I'm not running away." The returning smile wiped away most of the insecurity in his eyes. The asphalt called its siren song and we could not resist. The drive had been mostly silent to now; the humming of the road underneath us, Chris Isaak crooning through the speakers, innocuous smatterings of conversation. Lost in thought, I had started coiling strands of his hair around my fingers. Like a crazed game of Pong my mind darted between arguing with my reservations and imagined scenes that were nigh pornographic. My lips moved before my mind caught up, starting so quietly I wondered if he heard me at first. "Had I ever mentioned how often I've thought of you and how wet those daydreams made me?" His eyes moved towards me as his hands clenched a little tighter on the steering wheel. I could see his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed deeply before attempting to answer. His voice was a bit hoarse "I...ahhh...don't think you had really covered that base too much, no." I was overcome with the need to bring him to my level, to make him want me to the point where he could think of little else. It seemed an appropriate return, after all those lone nights of craving him, dreaming of him, waking up with that unfinished ache. "I did, I thought of what your skin must taste like and wondered at the sounds you'd make as I took you into my mouth and how your eyes would look the first time you drove yourself into me and the way your back would tighten under my hands and how you would sound as you came for me and these thoughts just wouldn't leave my head...and I would lie in my empty bed and think these things and pleasure myself imagining it was your hand between my legs and your fingers against my nipples and I would cry out wishing you were there to hear it..." Recklessly I plunged on, my loosed tongue not relinquishing its command, "You can't know how wet I got thinking about you. My fingers would be soaked and slippery and the insides of my thighs just dripping and I would taste my juice, imagining all the while that I was painting your lips with my drenched fingers." I wanted to continue but I couldn't, frozen with a dry throat and surprise at my outburst. Without intending, my finger had continued twining to the point where it was snug against his scalp. I snatched my hand away and held it trembling in my lap. What on earth was I doing? This was all so crazy...being here in the first place, wishing what I wished...Little Miss Rational was slowly slipping away. For once I just wanted to indulge my fantasies and throw caution as far from me as I could. His driving had taken on an erratic edge as he warred between watching the road and devoting attention to my direction. It didn't seem as if he was breathing as easily and the muscles at his jaw rippled as they clenched and released. "We're not going to get any farther down the road if this conversation continues, babe." Contented for the moment, I deferred to resting my hand lightly on his thigh as we continued our travels. My eyes slit with pleasure as the air rolling in through the open window took on a briny tang. She was close; I could almost hear the waves singing to me. Finally it was done; the car was parked and the water was beckoning. For a moment it seemed everything ceased. I had no recollection of exiting the car or most of my traverse to the water's edge. For a moment my world became that beautiful meld of liquid and sky and I was home. The cool ripples played against my ankles with playful welcome. With a delighted shout I reached down, scooping and tossing a bit of her to the sun. Turning about, I saw him watching me from the sandy edge, bundle in arms. It was a surreal view and one I wasn't quite sure I would ever truly see. Pacing back to him I took the blanket from him and flared it out across the sand. Dropping down on it I traced lazy designs in the sand and squinted up at him before offering a pat to the fabric beside me. Shifting into his arms I trailed my lips up his throat, savoring the taste of salt on his skin. "Thank you for bringing me to her," I whispered against his mouth before claiming it with mine. At that point the ocean played backdrop for the sensation of his length pressed against mine. The urgency was overwhelming and I ached to surrender everything to him. It was almost violent, this outpouring of want. His hands burrowed under my shirt, almost tearing fabric to reach skin. I couldn't suppress a groan as his fingers found my nipple and began to tease it, tormenting me with flicks to the metal through it and these sweetly agonizing little twists. My nails were against his back, lightly raking but nowhere near enough to leave marks. My tongue slid over inked skin, divining for the pain buried there but finding only heat. Eventually the barriers were gone, leaving nothing but skin, sand and sky. I feasted on his body, tasting fingers and nipples and lips. He had always teased me about my 'hungry lips' phrase but my urge to devour him was complete. His questing fingers danced lightly across my back and across my ass before sliding between my legs to the moisture gathered there. At the first slide of his thumb across my clit I took him into my mouth, pleasure humming from my throat through his body. It was a kaleidoscope snapshot moment; his mouth open and back arched and my spread legs glistening with my desire. He tasted better than I had imagined, musky and undeniably masculine. His fingers sent sparks through my vision as I writhed against them. Sliding between the folds of my lips he lightly pinched and tugged at my adornments. Whimpers of longing escaped my lips around him as he continued to urge me on with his fingers. I ministered to his hardness with lips and teeth and tongue as he coaxed me softly with his voice, "Give yourself to me, it's ok...let it go..." The warm bloom started and my legs began to tremble. My nails dug into his hips as I pressed my forehead against his stomach. A drawn out "Please..." escaped my lips before I was lost in the pleasure flowing through my body and across his fingers. Breathless, I added my cries to the sounds of waves and windswept trees. The world tilted as he shifted, drawing me down with one final exquisite shiver. Our hair tangled as he moved over me, trailing his hands up over my ribcage to cup my breasts. A quick nip to each elicited a small shriek as I felt him fitted against me, and then in me...pressing until the move was complete. The sun blotted out as I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of being filled again after so long. A quick fluttering passed my mind of the months and miles traveled to get to this place. One leg came up to wrap tightly around his waist, feeling the flex and release of his muscles. Driving slowly with a rhythm that matched the sea, he brought his lips to that sweet juncture of skin at the base of my neck. His thrusts punctuated my words as they spilled out; "Yes... this is what I've dreamed of all this time, this taking and giving and gods I've wanted you for so long..." His hips rolled like ocean swells and our lips clashed together as I watched the change begin in his eyes. Each drive was a little less controlled, his arms beside me tensing. I could feel the beginning of his moan against my tongue. The time had turned and I wanted his surrender. Arching my body against his and clenching muscle around him I begged him to give himself to me as I had to him. He was well past the point of stopping when his reserve finally shattered and he was lost in his own release, white-hot and spilling. His sounds were sweet to my ears as he shook in my embrace. Our lips hadn't tired of their languid explorations when he stopped suddenly. Cradling my face in his hands he said quietly, "I've wanted this for so long but I wasn't really sure...does that make sense?" His dark eyes were full of sated hunger and passion and some other current. I understood the spark of fear in them and I was sure mine held the same. This was a crooked path we'd finally set our feet upon. I knew I couldn't afford this, I knew I shouldn't have lost my way...just as I knew I couldn't resist the choice. I knew I'd leave my soul in Jet City. Homecoming The wind was rising. She could hear it whistling down the chimney's open flue, the sound of it sending a chill up her spine. It moaned as though it were alive-- an unnatural, hollow sound. She often thought the howl of the wind was what the sound of the earth weeping must sound like. Beyond the open French doors that dominated the far wall of her chambers, dark clouds were rolling in the sky, gathering and twisting, dark and heavy with the promise of rain. The air felt charged, alive....the storm was coming, and it would be a severe one, she knew. The thought had her rising from her dressing table and walking to the doors. The sheer floor length drapes billowed into the room as she approached the doors, carried on the wind, reaching toward her as though to embrace her like ghostly white fingers in the flickering candlelight. The wind enveloped her as she stepped out onto the small, Venice style terrace, whipping her long hair around her, and plastering her floor length dressing gown to her slender frame. She lifted her face to the wind for a moment, letting it kiss her cheeks with its warm, humid summer night touch. He was late. Word had reached her this evening that His train had been delayed...He would be arriving four hours later then planned. The wait had been unbearable thus far, but with only an hour and a half remaining before His arrival now, she could focus her attention on preparing herself for Him. The thought of His arrival put another shiver down her spine, one of an entirely different nature. With a soft smile upon her lips, she turned and walked back into her chambers, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. She paused beside the folding screen near her private bath, and slid out of the pale blue dressing gown. Draping it over one corner of the ornate cherry wood screen, she walked naked into her bath, and sat down on the edge of the deep marble tub. She ran the water a bit hotter then normal, and reaching for a small silver bottle, placed a few drops of pure Jasmine oil in the water. She quickly pinned her long hair up, lost in her thoughts. He liked the soft scent of Jasmine on her flesh, and she liked to please Him. As she sank into the hot water, it was with a soft sigh of bliss. A deep rumble of thunder echoed through the room and she opened her eyes, a look of concern her eyes as the implication of the storm set in at last. Would He make it safely from the station? He'd insisted on securing His own transportation, wanting her home and ready for Him when He walked through the door. The thought of Him driving in a severe thunderstorm sent a shiver of fear through her. He'll be fine, she told herself. She just wished her heart was as easy to convince as her mind. Lifting a small sponge, she lathered it with soft, Jasmine scented soap, and lifted a long leg out of the water, resting her toes on the edge of the cool marble tub. She ran the sponge slowly along the smooth curves of her calf and lower thigh, enjoying the sensation of the rough yet soft sponge against her skin. She'd waxed, only a few hours before, and so her skin was smooth, soft, hairless and ultra sensitive to touch, from the neck down. She lifted herself then to sit on the cool back edge of the tub, and finished washing, resisting the urge to let her mind wander, focusing herself on getting ready, and ignoring the throbbing below. She stood, and lifting the glass pitcher off the marble shelf, began scooping up the hot scented water and letting it cascade down over her body, rinsing herself off. Her ablutions complete, she stepped from the tub and dried herself off with a soft warm terrycloth towel. The material, however soft, felt almost like sandpaper against her ultra sensitized skin. She had spent long hours debating which silks she would wear this night, she wanted firstly to be wearing something He had never seen before and secondly, something that would be so stunning so as to leave Him riveted. She had not reached any successful conclusions. Three outfits lay on her bed, all new and crafted by her own hands. Her skills as a seamstress had improved dramatically since she had allowed Him to take ownership of her, simply because she never wanted Him to see her in the same outfit twice. The slave silks were not something that was easy to find, nor purchase, and so, she made her own, learning how to craft them as finely as any fine tailor or seamstress could. Over time she had added her own variations and twists to the designs, earning His approval each time, which never stopped putting a smile on her face. The one she finally settled on was a set, a top and full skirt. The bodice was made of an icy blue, iridescent silk that shimmered when the light touch it with a rainbow of colors. It was cut low, almost scandalously low, and was off the shoulder, with a lacing front that ended just below her breasts, leaving her midriff entirely bare. A soft cowl of a mother of pearl-like mesh complimented the blue silk, its soft cream iridescence matching gloriously. The skirt sat very, very low on her hips, consisting of a very thin band of the blue silk circling her hips, and a rectangle of the cream colored mesh front and back, long enough to trail slightly on the floor. The creation left both sides of her thighs completely bare. Micro-pleats gave the skirt a full rich look, the translucence of the mesh giving a hint of what lay below. She'd sewn tiny little pearls onto the blue silk by hand, in a pretty spiraling pattern over both skirt and top. She dressed quickly, sighing in deep satisfaction as the silk caressed her skin. This one would please Him deeply. The thought of His pleasure in her brought a soft purr of pride to her lips. She turned to the full length mirror, and smiled. Yes....this was the one to wear. She unpinned her hair and let it cascade down her mostly bare back, smiling at her reflection. Thunder rumbled again, much deeper and closer then before, as she sat at her dressing table and first brushed then braided her hair in a long single plait that ended just below the small of her back. On a whim, she plucked a tiny white rose from the mini rose bush she kept on he dresser and pinned it just above her right ear. Opening the small flat box on her dresser, she removed her collar. It was crafted of soft white leather. A slender, rectangular inset of white gold rested in the front, above a small D ring. Written with tiny sapphires on the gold plate were His initials. She brought the collar to her lips and kissed the initials tenderly, then carefully buckled it at the back of her neck securely. Only one thing was missing now. Reaching into her jewelry box she took out two bracelets and two anklets, each a fine silver chain adorned with tiny bells that tinkled softly when she moved. At last, she was ready. It was a full forty five minutes before she heard Him on the front step. She quickly slid to her knees in the center of the entranceway, her thighs spreading naturally as she descended, her back straight and head high, her eyes lowered. She crossed her wrists before her breasts and took a deep shaky breath, shivers of excitement and anticipation racing through her. The door opened, letting in a gust of wind and rain, and He stepped inside, quickly closing the door. "Fucking nasty out there." He said, and she felt herself dampen at the sound of His voice, a deep current of fire running through her. He dropped His bags and shook the rain from His very short, spiky hair. She closed her eyes for a moment an inhaled deeply, drinking in His very presence. "Welcome home Master." Her voice was soft, and filled with joy. "Ahh thank you My little one." She leapt to her feet as He began to remove His coat and took it from Him gently, hanging it up quickly on the coat rack. She turned to kneel once more but He caught her up in a crushing hug. She gave a small whimper of pleasure and wrapped her arms around Him, burying her face in His shoulder and hugging Him back with all she had; quivering from head to toe. "Hmm." His voice was a soft rumble near her ear. "I think My slave missed Me." He chuckled. "Oh yes, Master, this girl missed You horribly!" Her voice caught in a soft hiccup and He held her tighter. She took several deep breaths and then loosened her grip, leaning back to smile up at Him. "One is so very, very glad You have come home safe Master." "Mmm. I missed you too. Roads are awful, but after three weeks apart, the God's themselves could not have kept Me away from you, lil' one." His soft words sent pure joy racing through her, her face lit up and He leaned in for a kiss, His lips soft and demanding against hers. After long moments he released her, and led her by the hand to the sitting room off to the right. "Love the new outfit, by the way." He said with approval. She wanted to melt. His words were like an aphrodisiac to her. "Thank You Master." she said softly, beaming. He let go her hand and turned to sit in His favorite armchair, next to the warm fire she'd kept diligently burning away in the grate. She moved like the wind as thunder again rumbled loudly outside, grabbing a few soft white towels, and the little silver box she'd set aside for this moment. "How was Your trip Master?" She asked as she padded softly back to Him. "The usual." He began, smiling as she sank gracefully to her knees at His feet and, taking up one of the towels, began lovingly wiping off the rain and dirt from His boots. He began to tell her about it, and she smiled softly, only half listening as she traced every contour of the boots, cleaning every square inch of them. He watched her with some amusement...she could feel His eyes upon her as she worked diligently. When she was satisfied they were pristine, she set the towels aside and opened the small silver box. "At least the train was pleasant, I really must travel that way more often." He went on, as she pulled out the polish, and soft bristle brush. She folded up His pant legs gently and began applying polish to the boots with practiced precision, the brush moving in tiny circles over the soft and supple black leather. She was bent nearly completely in half; thighs spread wide; her face inches from the boots-- examining her work as she went with critical care. She could sense His arousal without looking up, she felt it coming off of Him in waves, making her skin prickle and her tummy tighten in response as she worked. Once the polish was worked evenly in, she picked up the small special cloth and began polishing them with the utmost care. "How have things been here?" He asked and she smiled. "Miserable without You Master, but a girl managed." She replied, expertly polishing His boots until they gleamed, quietly reveling in the sound of His voice as He spoke. Setting her implements aside, she leaned down and kissed the tip of each reverently, careful not to mar her work. When it came to polishing His boots, she was lightning fast and efficient. They were perfect. She rose and returned the towels and polish to their original spot then turned to Him. Something in His eyes made her freeze in her tracks. He was sprawled back lazily in the chair, lounging comfortably, watching her with a look so fiercely intense it made her weak at the knees. Rather then try to fight it, she simply sank to them, her thighs spreading as she went down. She lowered herself to the ground fully, her breasts and tummy brushing the carpet, and began to crawl to Him, her backside lifting high into the air. She moved fluidly, like water, her arms stretched out before her in unison with the movement of her legs, and her breast never left the rug. The skirt trailed between her legs, leaving them completely bare, the mesh brushing against her core with every movement. She was trembling when she reached Him, feeling the heat of His gaze on her. "Beautiful." His voice was deeper, huskier now, and there was no mistaking the growing erection behind the material of His black slacks. "Would Master care for a beverage?" She asked softly, coming into a kneel at His feet. "Later." He said dismissively, reaching to the little table beside His chair. A tremor of excitement rippled through her, making her tremble and a flush heat her cheeks. He caught her sharp intake of breath and paused, His hand hovering over the leash. "Why you little slut." He chuckled in amusement. "I haven't even picked up your leash yet and already your soaking wet, aren't you?" Crimson stained her cheeks as she flushed in embarrassment. "Yes Master." she whispered, for there was no sense in denying it, she could feel her own wetness as surely as she could feel the power coming off of Him. He laughed outright, and picked up the leash. She moved between His feet eagerly, lifting her chin obediently. She knew what this meant...He would take her to the special room. He always did when He put on her leash. He clipped the leash to the little D ring on the front of collar and she trembled, backing up eagerly so He could stand, staying on her hands and knees. To her astonishment, He did not rise. Instead He jerked on the leash roughly, making her stumble back toward Him. She scrambled on her hands and knees to kneel between His feet once more as he wrapped the long leather leash around his hand several times. She glanced up at Him curiously, and then heard the unzipping of His fly. Then she understood...she was to please Him orally....well then why had He put on the leash? When He wanted oral He commanded it, and only used the leash to lead her somewhere else. Her mind pondered the need for the leash even as her hands were freeing Him from His pants. "Very good, my whore." He said as she bent to lick Him gently, her tongue circling the head of His cock, which stood rigid and beautiful, waiting. No sooner had she taken His head into her mouth, He yanked down sharply on the leash at the same time as His hips rose, forcing nearly all of His cock into her mouth with brutal force. Shock sent her jerking back upwards with a startled, muffled cry. What on earth?? He'd never done anything like that before, when it came to oral, He was always gentle, letting her tease and pleasure Him. What had gotten into Hi—and then He was grabbing her hair with a savage growl, and forcing her back down fiercely, while thrusting up once more. Fear stabbed through her as she began to choke and gag under the force of it, her hands gripping and pushing against His hips as she began to struggle, fear quickly being replaced by something stronger as He ruthlessly began to fuck her mouth with a force and intensity she'd never before known. Oh Jesus...she thought, as she frantically tried to pull back, panic threatening to choke her even more then the relentless pounding of His cock into her mouth. She jerked back more forcefully, and to her surprise she managed to move backwards a good deal...but He had not released her, He'd only stood up sharply, growling, His hands forcing her head still as His hips continued to thrust relentlessly. She gripped His hips and pushed to no avail, then crawled backward on her knees quickly as He began to step forward, His ruthless grip on her hair painfully keeping her from falling over. He kept moving her back, His hips never slowing, until she felt the wall at her back...no escape now. She whimpered pitifully and it seemed to excite Him all the more. He began to fuck her mouth renewed force, pinning her shoulders to the wall with His knees. Above her He rested His forehead against the wall, bracing Himself with one arm above His head, His other hand still firmly tangled in her hair. Somewhere in the dazed recesses of her mind, she heard Him moan. It was too much. It was not enough. She was going to faint; blackness crept in around the edges of her consciousness, and the world began to swim before her eyes. Half of her was a shaft of pure fear and confusion...the other half was responding, even so. That he would want to fuck her mouth so bad....it sent a shiver through her of pure pleasure...but she was choking, she couldn't seem to draw enough air, and she was sure she was about to pass out....she reached up weakly and tapped his flesh three times, one of their safe signals. He released her immediately, stepping back, panting, as she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air and coughing. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind as she tried to collect herself, gulping in one great lungful of air after another. Tears fell like rain down her cheeks, unbidden...she felt His arms come around her and turned into Him blindly, clinging to Him, His strength, like a woman drowning. He held her for a moment, till the shaking began to subside, then she heard His voice like a rumble in her ear. "Stand up, slave." He commanded softly, and helped her to her feet. She stood on shaky legs and he turned her gently so she was facing the wall, her back to Him. He removed her top with ease, and then guided her hands to the wall. She braced herself obediently. He pulled back gently on her hips and she stepped back two steps, her arms stretching out to allow her hands to remain on the wall. "Spread your legs for Me." He commanded, and she complied, tremors racing through her. He undid the string closures on the sides of her skirt and it fell to the floor. Her mind refused to function but she moaned softly when he dragged a fingertip along between her folds. Pure desire, mixed with embarrassment flooded her as she realized how dripping wet she was. "My, my." He clicked His tongue at her. "Look at this, a sopping wet mess you are. For all your protest, I do believe enjoyed that as much as Me." His laughter stung her, and she remained silent, her cheeks flaming. She felt His hand wrap around the base of her braid, once then twice, taking firm hold. He forced her head back, bringing His face in next to hers, His body pressing to her from behind. She felt His still hard cock rub against her pussy and moaned, pushing her hips slightly back against Him. "Is this what you want, My little whore?" He demanded, and she quivered. The current of desire and need that swept her was mind blowing. She was helplessly held in the grip of her need to be fucked by Him. "Yes...god please Master...please" her voice was a plead. He reached a hand around the front of her and gave her pussy a sharp slap. She cried out, jerking sharply. He was not through...He slid his hand over her very swollen lips, and squeezed them painfully into His fist, a low growl echoing from His chest. She moaned in deep pleasure, her hips moving instinctively in a circle over His grip. "Do not move, slave." He commanded, and then He moved away from her. She could hear His footfalls across the floor. Where the hell was He going?? The need to be fucked pulsed through her with brutal intensity, making her throb. She knew better then to look back over her shoulder and so she remained still, quivering a bit when she heard Him return. A soft sigh escaped her lips when she felt the tip of His riding crop slide down her spine from her neck to the small of her back...she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation of it, the cool kiss of leather. And then it was moving lower, sliding through her wetness between her swollen lips until it brushed against her clit, making her moan. He began to slide it slowly back and forth, sensitizing her flesh and clit with the kiss of leather. Her hips began to move slightly of their own accord, rocking in counter-sync to increase the friction. She heard Him chuckle, but was too lost in the moment to feel ashamed. "Little whore." He said, His voice echoing with affection....and then He lowered the crop, and snapped it back up with a hard flick of His wrist. She cried out as it stung into her swollen, tender lips, the pain cutting through her like a knife, mingling with the fierce pleasure. The combination nearly brought her to her knees. Homecoming "You like that, don't you." He growled at her, and she nodded mutely, forcing her legs to hold her upright. "Of course you do, My little slut." He leaned in close again, His breath tickling her ear as His voice dropped to a whisper. "I am going to use you hard tonight, My slut. I will make you moan and scream and beg like a whore, again and again and again." His words made her tremble anew, threatening to bring her to her knees again. He stepped back again and this time the crop fell across her ass. She squeaked in surprise and pain, the sting echoing through her. She bit back tears as she heard the soft tinkle of a chain. She realized dazedly that the crop was not the only thing He'd grabbed. She could think of only one toy that had also been on the little table by His chair....the clamps she dreaded the most. Three clamps, held together by an adjustable chain that made a T, and had a longer connecting chain in the center that could be tugged on at will. They had sharp metal teeth with a rubber guard that could be removed. She remained still as His hands came beneath her...dread making her squeeze her eyes shut. She had no doubt He would adjust the chain to be taut...but she was bent over. If she fell or straightened up once they were attached.....the thought made her bite her lip. She had to hand it to Him...it was an effective way to keep her on her feet. She moaned sharply as the clamps, minus the guards, were clamped one at a time onto her nipples. When the third one was attached to her clit she cried out, her head swimming with the sensations. He adjusted the chain to not just be taut, but a little shorter then that, creating a steady pull even just bent over. When he took hold of the loose chain that could be tugged she winced and braced herself. But instead of a tug what she got was another sharp strike of the crop, landing perfectly across her ass. She cried out as her body jerked instinctively, which in turn tugged the clamps hard. The shockwave nearly brought her to her knees but before she could fall, His hand seized her hips, holding her still as he entered her throbbing pussy with one deep savage thrust. She came instantly, and hard, unable to hold it back, her shattered cry mingling with the deafening crack of thunder outside. Her knees gave out and He caught her gently, quickly loosening the chain between the clamps. Blackness floated around her vision as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her; He turned her and lifted her into His arms with a chuckle. She buried her face in His shoulder, struggling to re-grip her hold on reality as He carried her out of the room. "A g-g-girl is s-so s-s-sorry Master." She managed to stammer, mortified. She had neither asked for nor had permission to cum. But she'd been unable to stop it, so consumed she'd been with the overwhelming sensations. There would be hell to pay for this, she reckoned. "Tonight, My love, it is allowed...you may cum whenever the desire to takes hold." He told her gently, and she could hear the smile in His voice. He was not angry! He would be merciful tonight....at least in that regard. Her relief was palatable. He carried her as though she were nothing but a feather, walking with firm sure steps. She wrapped her arms around His neck and held on lightly, drinking in the heady strength the was coming off of Him. Her body was still quivering and rocked with wave after wave of pleasure, and so she scarcely noticed they'd left the room until He was setting her down gently on the waist high table in their "special" room. Some might call this room a dungeon...but she called it Heaven. The table He'd set her on was a tiny one off to the left, custom made to be a precise length, and rigged for hours of fun. She laid back gently, adjusting herself with His assistance so that her head rested on the small narrow padded extension that could be adjusted. The table was short, so that her ass rested mostly on, but a tad off the opposite edge. She lifted her knees obediently when His hands fell on the broad leather straps that would soon hold her captive. He began by using the wide leather band and buckle to strap her legs...holding her calves securely to the back of her thighs. These leather straps he connected to the table sides, adjusting the tautness till her legs were spread quite wide, and held there. Her feet rested on either side of her ass, on the edge of the table. Outside the storm was getting worse....the thunder boomed loud enough to shake the house, and rain lashed the windows behind the heavy velvet curtains. He moved to her arms, securing her wrists to the sides of the table. She sighed softly at the soft tug when He readjusted the chain between the clamps to one again be taut. She felt open, exposed, spread so very, very wide like this...and she felt the familiar feeling of helplessness, knowing He could do whatever He pleased. She did not feel fear. She felt trust, despite the episode a moment before. She looked up at Him worshipfully. He'd removed His clothing, all of it, and stood naked, and still mostly erect. The size of Him, the smoothness, the beauty of His cock never failed to move her, and excite her. He was bigger then most, and when He was rough, really rough, He could wield His cock like a weapon, slamming into her hard enough to make it hurt...something she craved with a hunger that was surprising. He moved out of her line of sight, and she closed her eyes, listening, waiting in quiet comfort, her mind filled with the very essence of Him. When the first blow of the crop fell across her sensitive, swollen and wet pussy she screamed in shock and pain, for the sting of it cut through her like a knife, the crop falling perfectly down the center of her, striking not just her skin, but the clamp that held her clit in it's brutal teeth as well. Her eyes flew open as her scream echoed with the thunder in the room. Her screams always had a predictable effect on Him...she watched His eyes darken instantly as he moved swiftly to the end of the table, and, before she could so much as blink, rammed His cock deep inside her with outrageous force, making a soft ragged cry cut loose from her chest. He moved fast and hard...so deep, pounding into her with relentless force, driving her body hard against the restraints. She moaned long and low, her back arched, feeling the leather cuffs cut into her skin as he drove into her over and over, hard enough to make it hurt. It was times like this she was all too aware how big he was. She reckoned dazedly that having all eleven inches slammed into her so hard it hurt was a good indication of it, and then all thought vanished as he pushed her over the edge, tugging sharply on the clamps. Her orgasm exploded through her, making her cry out. But he was not through, not by a long shot, he withdrew and she felt the heat of her cum slide down over the puckered little tight hole below, she watched him with glazed eyes, panting as he went to the table near the edge of the room then returned once more, setting two items on the shelf below the table. She closed her eyes and waited. She was fully relaxed, and so it was all too easy for him....he'd gotten the lube, and without warning he thrust his index finger up her ass with one swift movement, before she could tighten up or react. She moaned, her eyes flying open. It didn't hurt, not yet...his finger wasn't big enough to hurt, she forced her instantly clenched ass to relax and he began to wiggle his finger, and curl it inside of her. She moaned and he drew in a sharp breath, removing his finger and pressing the head of his cock to her ass urgently, pushing in steadly. She bit her lip and with a tremendous show of control managed to keep herself relaxed. When he was fully inside, he moaned. "So tight" he murmured, and started slowly pumping his hips. She moaned long and low, as He picked up tempo, the pain mingling with the pleasure that was racing through her. He resisted the urge to use her roughly, not wanting to damage her. After a spell he began to alternate, sliding a few times into her dripping pussy, then reentering her ass, until he felt his own release stirring...when he was on the brink he tugged sharply on the chain that held her clamped nipples, making her scream with exstacy as he drove deep into her a final time, bursting deep into her bowels as her body cunvulsed around him, racked with the fury of her own release. He could barely stay on his feet but with gentle hands he released her from her bindings, gently massaging her wrists, and helping her down from the table. There was a mound of dozens of large fluffy pillows in one corner, and it was here he led her, wordlessly collapsing with her onto the soft inviting depths. He drew her into his arms, closing his eyes contentedly. They slept. Homecoming Jess stood anxiously in the baggage claim area as she waited for Eric to come into view. Her mom grabbed her shoulders and held her still. "Jess, you're making me nauseous. Stop moving." "Sorry, " Jess laughed a little, still bouncing slightly. She tried to see through people that were coming down the hall, and finally... she spotted him. Without even the slightest hesitation she took off in a sprint. "Jessica!" Her mom laughed. Jess smiled big and squealed excitedly, running towards him, weaving through people. "Oh God," Eric saw her speeding towards him, and just stopped, bracing for impact, a big smile on his face. "ERICNESS!" Jess yelled as she jumped on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "Ahh! Holy crap!" He yelled, laughing and wrapping his arms around her to hold her, and trying to steady himself. "You're finally here!" she planted her feet back on the ground and kissed his lips repeatedly. "Baby... are you... gonna... let me... talk?" He said between kisses. "Talking is so overrated," Jess smiled, kissing him again. He kissed her back, so happy to be back where he belonged. "Let's get my bags before some towel-head steals 'em," he teased "Oh my God, " Jess laughed and took his hand as they walked towards the luggage belt. Jess' mom walked up to them, smiling. "I can't believe you sold your car to come home to this weirdo," she teased. "Hi mommy!" Eric smiled and gave her a big hug. "Hi Muffin," she smiled. "Let's get the crap out of here," Jess grinned and dragged Eric towards the belt as the luggage started coming around. "I checked two bags... Chris and his parents said they'd being home the rest," Eric said as he watched for his bags. "Awesome," Jess smiled. "Ah! There's one!" he said as he went to grab it. "No! Mommy wants to get it!" Dee pushed Eric out of the way and grabbed the bag. "Woah buddy," Eric laughed. "I like getting the bags!" Dee smiled innocently. "Yeah, she's weird," Jess smiled. "Okay, there's my other one," he said and grabbed it before Dee could. "Muffin!" Dee pouted. "Ha!" Eric grinned. Jess smiled and held Eric's hand as they walked towards the exit. They walked outside together, towards Dee's car. Upon reaching the car, Dee opened the trunk and helped Eric put his bags in. "I'm sitting in back with my Muffin," Jess smiled as she climbed into the back seat with Eric. "Keep your clothes on," Dee commented, smirking and getting in the drivers seat. "I'll try mom, but... your daughter is an animal!" Eric teased, smirking. "You asshole," Jess laughed. "What? Look at them nails!" he laughed. "You love it, " she whispered to him, smirking. "God damn right," he laughed a little, holding her hand in his lap. "I don't think you understand how much it means to me that you're home so early," she looked at him, kissing him gently. "I think I do," he smiled as he kissed her back. "I love you Eric," she smiled at him. "I love you Jess," he squeezed her hand and kissed her again. "I'm hungry!" Dee announced. "Yeah, me too. Fuckin' airplane food SUCKS. They give you like... a bag of stale pretzels and a cup of ice with some soda in it," Eric laughed. "Yeah, tell me about it," Jess replied, "We can go to the Cromwell Diner!" "No, I'll eat when I get home," Dee said. "Oh fine," Jess scoffed. They enjoyed the ride home, Eric talking up a storm, telling about his trip home, and other random, useless facts, which Jess loved. They finally arrived back at the apartment. "Here we are, home sweet home," Dee smiled. "Mom, can we borrow the car and go to the Cromwell diner?" "Uh, yeah... I guess. Does Eric wanna drive?" Dee asked. "Yes he does," Jess smirked. "I don't think I have a choice," Eric laughed. "Nope," Jess smiled proudly. "Alright, I'll leave the door unlocked," Dee said as she got out of the car. Jess and Eric got out also, getting into the front. "Bye Mom!" Jess smiled as she put her seatbelt on, and she and Eric drove off. "Okay, I dunno where I'm going," Eric laughed. "We're going to a store real quick," Jess stated. "The store? I thought you were hungry?" "I am... for the Jew!" Jess laughed. "Oh baby," Eric laughed, "but whats at the store?" "Condoms!" "Are you serious? We took your mom's car to get condoms?" "God damn right!" Jess laughed. "Wow... that's frickin' awesome," he laughed too. Jess gave him directions to the store, where he dragged himself in and bought the goods. Jess smirked at him as he came out. "All set?" "Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, "now we going to eat?" "No," Jess grinned devilishly. "No?? What do you mean no?" "I mean no," she smiled as she led him to a place to park. It was an empty area, no one around, and no houses around. Jess smiled as he turned off the car. "What crazy idea do you have in your head?" Eric looked at her. "Just come here," she said as she climbed into the back seat. Eric followed, smirking to himself. "Why?" he acted stupid. "Because... she crawled into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I missed you, " she said softly then kissed his lips gently, closing her eyes. "Mmm... I missed you too," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tighter against him as he kissed her deeply, missing the way it felt to have her lips and body against his. Jess smiled against his lips, moving her hands up into his hair as she slid her tongue into his mouth, straddling him. Jess grinned, moving her hands back down to his shoulders and digging her nails into him. "Ow... " he mumbled against her lips, smiling. "You love it," she smirked, kissing him again. "God damn right," he smirked, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. "Ooh," Jess grinned, "what are you doing?" "Taking control," he smirked and moved her so she was lying on the back seat, hovering over her and kissing her lips again. "I like it, " Jess grinned, reaching her arms around him again, kissing him deeply as she kicked her shoes off. She moaned softly as he laid down on her, already feeling his anticipation for what was to come. "Oh you love it," he smiled, kissing her lips and slowly moving his kisses to her neck, running his fingers through her long brown hair as he took off his shoes also. "Mmm, yes I do, " she smiled, pulling his shirt off of him and rubbing his shoulders and back. He ran his hands under her shirt, rubbing her hips, then pulling her shirt off as well and kissing her bare shoulders. Every inch of her skin was as soft as silk, and he couldn't help but graze his fingertips across any exposed areas. Jess smiled warmly at the feel of his fingertips on her skin. Despite all the work he was always doing, his hands never failed to be amazingly soft and calming. The way he touched her... was as if he were touching the wings of an angel. So graceful and delicate. Jess smiled and brought his lips to her own, kissing him deeply as she reached back to undo her bra, Eric helping her take it off. After that was out of the way, Jess reached down to unbutton her jeans, but Eric swatted her hands away, wanting to do it himself. "Is someone impatient?" he laughed a little, slowly unbuttoning her jeans. "It would not be wise to tease me right now," Jess warned. "And why is that?" Eric asked in a cocky tone, removing his hands from the vacinity of her pants. Jess reached up and dug her nails into his sides, pulling him down to her. "Because I'm fucking tired of waiting, " she growled. "Ow... " he squirmed a little, then firmly grabbed her wrists, roughly holding them over her head, causing her to whimper softly, "and what if I make you wait?" he smirked. "Eric I swear to God... " she mumbled. "What? What are you gonna do?" he smirked at her as he reached down with one hand, still holding her wrists with his other. His free hand unzipped her jeans and started to push them down her hips. "I'll beat the Jew out of you!" "Yeah, try it... see what happens," he said seriously as he finally managed to pull her jeans off. He looked up at her, "Keep your hands here," he said firmly. "Or what, Eric??" Jess challenged him with a gleam of mischievousness in her eyes. "Test me, Jess... go ahead," he countered, letting go of her wrists to reach down and pull her thong off. Jess just smirked and kept her hands still for the time being. Eric let his hands run from her shoulders, down her body, over her breasts, down her stomach and over her thighs, just staring at her for a second. "What are you doing?" Jess asked. "Nothing. I am just a very lucky man." "Right... " Jess raised an eyebrow at him. "You're fucking hot," he licked his lips a little. "Whatever," Jess laughed a little, lifting her hands. Eric reached up quickly, grabbing her wrists again. "What the hell did I tell you?" He held her wrists firmly. Jess squirmed trying to free her hands, "Why must you defy me, woman?" he asked, just smiling proudly to himself at his ability to render her helpless. "If I didn't, this wouldn't be much fun now would it? Plus..." she grunted as she squirmed again, "I know I can beat you." "Yeah right," Eric smiled, holding her wrists tightly, leaning down and kissing her neck, gently sucking. "Mmm," Jess moaned softly, tilting her head slightly to give him more access. She moved her feet up to his hips, helping to push his pants down to his ankles, where he kicked them off himself. She then brought her feet back up and grabbed his boxers with her toes, pulling them down. Eric stopped and just smiled at her, laughing a little. "Now that's talent," he laughed. "Why thank you," she smirked, pushing them all the way off him. "Mmhmm," he smiled, laying his body on hers again as he kissed her shoulders, still holding her wrists. "Are you ever going to let me go?" she asked, her hips starting to grind up into him a little, letting him know her patience was wearing thin. "I might," he said, kissing her lips again, holding her wrists with one hand, while the other snaked its way between their bodies. His hand found its way between her legs, and he kissed her deeply as he began to rub her wet slit, moaning softly into her mouth. Knowing that he was the one that brought her to this state of ecstasy, just drove him insane, and he shoved two fingers inside her, causing her to moan loudly into his mouth. "Mmm, yeah!" she moaned, pulling away from the kiss, as he pumped his fingers in and out. Jess moaned, fighting his restraint again. It proved futile and she whined a little, rotating her hips on his fingers. He moaned and pulled his fingers out licking them clean right in front of her face, then getting closer to her mouth so she could taste it too. He then kissed her passionately as his hand disappeared downwards again, and he took his rock hard erection into his hand, lifting his hips slightly as he rubbed the head over her wetness. Jess moaned into his mouth and tried to thrust her hips forward, but to no avail. "Don't be pushy," he warned, still rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. He pushed the head in, then pulled out again, and repeated this motion, driving her crazy. "Ugh! C'mon!" she moaned, still trying to push him into her. "What? You want more? Huh?" He asked, pushing a little more into her, but not by much. "Yes!" She whined, trying to pull free from his grip. "Well why didn't you say so?" he smirked a little as he finally shoved himself inside her. "Ugh, yeah!" she whimpered loudly, closing her eyes tightly. "Mmm," Eric moaned, grabbing her hip as he thrusted himself inside her, slowly pulling out, but then roughly pushing himself back in, causing Jess to scream out with every thrust. "Ohh God, yeah!" Jess moaned out as he kept up his rhythm. "You like that?" he growled slightly, thrusting harder into her. "Yes, baby!" she screamed, "Let go of me baby, please!" she begged. "Uggh, fine!" he groaned, finally letting go of her wrists. Her hands immediately wrapped around his body, digging her nails into his back as he fucked her. Jess screamed again, biting into his shoulder gently. Eric stopped for a moment, "Ow, that hurts," he mumbled. "Good!" "Good?? GOOD?" Eric asked shoving himself all the way inside her "Oh God!" Jess screamed, digging her nails into him again. "Grr... stop it," he growled, pulling out and grabbing her hips, sitting up and roughly pulling her into his lap, but turning so her back was to him. "What are you doing?" "So you can't scratch me," he smirked, pulling her feet up onto the seat so her knees were bent. He then grabbed her hips again, lifting her up slightly so he could slide up into her again. Jess moaned and grabbed the seat in front of her using it to hold onto and lift her body up and down on him. Eric moaned as she rotated her hips on him and grinded down onto his dick, "God you're so good at that," he moaned, reaching around and cupping her breasts in his hand, squeezing slightly, thrusting his hips up into her, then pulling her back against him. Jess moaned and reached back, putting her arms around his neck. He turned her head and kissed her deeply, then kissed her shoulder and neck, moaning and pumping into her. "Mmm baby..." Jess moaned as he reached around with one hand, rubing her clit, "Baby! Mmm yeah!" she moaned louder, squirming a little. Eric moaned too and continued to thrust and rub her clit, keeping his pace, trying to bring her to orgasm. "C'mon Jess," he moaned, sucking on her neck. "Unh, yeah! Don't stop!" she moaned, biting her lip and grinding her hips, then screaming out, her muscles contracting as he brought her to her peak. Her body trembled as his arms wrapped tightly around her, kissing her shoulders. "Mmm," Eric moaned. Jess slowly got up off of him, getting on the seat next to him. She leaned down, taking his dick into her hands, bringing it to her mouth and slowly licking it, tasting herself. She then took more of him into her mouth, sucking gently, and stroking the base as she did so. Eric moaned and ran his fingers through her hair, moving it out of her face. Jess moaned and worked her magic with her tongue, licking and sucking on him, while also using her hand to stroke him. She continued her work, moaning softly, the vibrations of her voice making everything feel even better. Eric moaned a little louder as he got closer. "Come on baby," Jess moaned, then took him back into her mouth. "Oh yeah," he moaned, holding her hair as he thrust his hips up a little, grunting and closing his eyes as he finally shot his load into her mouth. Jess moaned too as she tasted him, swallowing as much as she could. "Mmm," she moaned, smiling a little as she licked her lips and sat back up, kissing him. Eric put his hand on her cheek, kissing her deeply, gently sucking on her tongue, "So much for the condoms, ' Jess laughed. Eric smiled. "You are amazing," he said against her lips, pulling her closer and kissing her again. "I love you," Jess smiled a little. "I love you too," he said softly, kissing her again "We should get home, before my mom flips out, " Jess laughed. "But... we haven't eaten yet." "Oh yeah... " Jess laughed. "I guess eating can wait," Eric smiled and kissed her once more "Yeah, its so overrated," Jess grinned. "I wouldn't go THAT far." "Okay fine then. We'll snack on something when we get home." "Nice," Eric smiled, both of them finding their clothes and putting them back on. Eric waited for Jess to climb into the front seat, then followed her, starting the car up again. "I'm tired anyway. You always wear me out," Jess smirked at him. "God damn right. Can't wait to see the fucking marks you left on me this time," he shifted his shoulders a little, making an uncomfortable face. "Yeah, my marks. I love it," Jess laughed a little, "go that way," Jess said as she pointed. "Well... that was a fun night," Eric glanced at her, smiling as he drove down the dark road. "Yeah? If you think that was fun, just wait until we get home," she looked at him suggestively and bit her lip, putting her hand on his thigh and kissing his cheek, "Love you." "Love you too," he smiled a little. He couldn't wait to get home. Homecoming She blinked three times as the mid-morning sun tried its best to wrench her from sleep. She tried without conviction to untangle her right calf from the cream colored sheets, as her mind drifted hazily to her 7:30 flight. Before she could focus her thoughts, a strong arm, exactly the color of coffee with just the right amount of cream, slid across her bare breasts. A barely audible sigh escaped her lips as the toned thigh of a former track star draped across her own. Slowly she drew her arms around his warm body as she breathed in the heady scent of his skin. In one seductively slow movement they shifted so they could both feel one another in all their naked glory. It had been five years since Katherine Bradshaw had been in Baton Rouge. After graduating from LSU she had moved to New York where she accepted a job with one of the largest PR firms in the country. She loved her job and New York, but she never meant to stay away from home for so long. Every year since graduation she and two of her sorority sisters had taken yearly vacations together. This year they decided it was time to return to their old stomping ground, then fly to New Orleans for the rest of the week. The vacation would be the perfect time to relax and prepare for the busy season coming up. The three sisters were thrilled to be back in Baton Rouge and it was perfect timing since it coincided with their friend’s guest lecture and book signing on campus. Juandia, Graciela, and Katherine arrived in the city just in time to enjoy an early dinner before heading to Lilit’s lecture. They watched, without envy, as a new generation of college students flirted and fondled, kicking College Night off to an early start. The minute they set foot back on campus they felt that old familiar rush of “Fighting Tiger” pride. By the time the trio reached Johnson Memorial Auditorium, they felt as if they had never left. Lilit’s throaty sensual laugh could be heard long before they entered the room. It was clear she had already seduced the lecture guests, both students and faculty. Juandia, Graciela and Katherine waited near the entrance of the auditorium for their friend to notice their arrival. Once Lilit caught sight of them she ran across the room, her silken locks dancing merrily with the collar of her vintage suit. The old friends didn’t want to monopolize the famous author’s time so they chatted briefly then let her mingle with the other guests. They watched with amusement as Lilit left their side to charm the rest of her fans and critics alike. Katherine wasn’t sure how she heard the name over the din of chatter, but it caught her attention. “Hey, Dr. Stevens! I didn’t know you were a Lilit fan,” the excited voice of a freshman said. Stevens, Stevens, why did they name sound so familiar? Slowly, as if afraid of what she mind find, Katherine turned toward the student’s voice. There stood Dustin Stevens. Though five years had given him a title it hadn’t changed him much. His dreads were still barely to his shoulders, though the trinket shells that once adorned them were gone. His lean athletic figure was clad in a powder blue collared shirt. Tan slacks clung tantalizingly to his slim hips. Though she tried, Katherine couldn’t focus on the words of his response but his voice still had that deep rich haunting quality she had heard so many times in her dreams. Everything in the room stood still and spun at the same time as he turned in her direction. Their eyes met and five years disappeared. A slow smile spread across his perfect lips as he closed the distance between them. “Kat Bradshaw,” he said simply as he took her in his arms with a friendly embrace. If anyone had been paying attention they would have seen that embrace last longer than necessary. Katherine’s mind went blank, but Juandia and Graciela saw the way the two let their bodies enjoy the heat from one another much longer than should be decent in public. The rest of the night seemed to drag by for Katherine, yet she applauded extra loudly when Lilit finished her lecture. “Uh, y’all,” Katherine began hesitantly. “I . . .I,” she searched for a way to explain the situation, but her sisters didn’t need to hear it. “Go,” Juandia said with her sultry accent. “Get ya self barked at tonight, aight,” her pearly white teeth were displayed perfectly as she laughed out loud. “Yeah, go get the chewin’ ”, Graciela said with a giggle as she used their favorite slang for oral sex. “Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve heard that,” Katherine said with relief. “Are you sure y’all aren’t mad?” she asked. “Of course not, girl! We know how you felt about him and after the way he hugged you, it’s obvious he felt the same way and still does.” Graciela replied. “Yuh, and ya know Gotdamn well that we’d do da same if our old flames were hur.” Juandia said, her island flavor punctuating each vowel. Before she realized what was happening, Katherine was walking down the hallway of the student union with Dustin Stevens. They were silent and didn’t touch, Katherine longed to say a million things but she was afraid she would break some magic spell if she spoke. “I need to drop some things off in my office,” Dustin’s smooth voice slipped into the silence so naturally. Katherine didn’t even stop to notice that he carried nothing with him. “Sure ‘Dr. Stevens’ ” she replied with a sly grin as she used his formal title. “Katherine, you haven’t changed a bit,” he emphasized her given name rather than the nickname she had used in college. As he spoke he drew back a few steps to admire the way her mid length black skirt clung perfectly to every curve of her body. Katherine felt an uncontrollable heat rising within her as Dustin opened the door of his office. She tried to take everything in and ignore the intoxicating scent of his cologne. The room wasn’t large but every inch of it seethed with his presence. Fraternity paraphernalia decorated much of the white cinderblock walls. A thick Persian rug covered the hard tile floor. Her eyes drifted to the scholarly awards that hung discreetly on the back wall. Before she could bring them into focus she felt his familiar touch on her hip and the urgent heat of his body as he pressed against her. “Kat, I’ve missed you,” he murmured just before his teeth grazed the side of her ear and his tongue flicked gently against her left lobe. She almost sighed his name, but her breath caught in her throat and his hand slid purposefully up her body to her right breast. “I would ask you what you’ve been doing for the past five years, but right now I don’t really care,” he said matter-of-factly. “Me either,” Kat said, finding her voice at last. She was surprised at the forcefulness she heard in her own voice as she turned around and took his bottom lip gently between her teeth. She kept her eyes open just long enough to see a look of mild surprise and pleasure cross his deep brown eyes as she began to unbutton his blue shirt. Their kiss deepened as they both fumbled recklessly with one another’s clothes. Katherine unbuckled belt and fly in one deft movement as Dustin’s gifted hands slid beneath her skirt. His breath grew faster against her mouth as she gently stroked the full length of his erection. He gave her ass a few more intense squeezes then unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor exposing her sexy lace thong. Their lips parted for the first time since they had begun kissing. They gasped for air as he unhooked her black bra. He admired her full breasts as he slipped his hand inside the front of her thong. His fingers found what they were looking for and he pushed them inside her already wet center. He bent and placed his mouth aggressively on her left breast. He flicked his tongue against her already hard nipple until it seemed it would burst from pleasure. “How thin are these walls,” Kat gasped between moans as his fingers continued to caress her clitoris. “There’s nobody else here,” he groaned back while her hands continued to stroke him. He moved his mouth to her right breast but only for a minute. He dropped to his knees in one swift movement and pulled the thong off her hips with his teeth. Their eyes met as he placed one hand on each of her cheeks and lifted her as if she were a feather. The janitor down the hall adjusted his headphones and looked behind him. He was getting too old for this, now he was hearing things. Little did he know, it wasn’t his imagination. Katherine’s scream could have been heard all the way to New Orleans as Dustin pushed her up against his office door and entered her in one quick movement. His eyes met hers once again as if to see if this was ok, but all she could do was moan as he plunged into her creamy wetness once again. The plaques and trinkets on the shelf by the door began to tremble as the two rocked against one another and the door. Finally, he groaned and pulled her down with him to the Persian rug. She sighed over and over again trying desperately to catch her breath and she rode the heat of his erection. He pressed his hips against hers and watched her breasts bounce up and down for as long as he could stand it with touching them. He grabbed one handful of breast and one of ass as she freed her auburn curls from the tortoise shell clip. He wished for a moment that there were a mirror on the ceiling of his office so he could watch her perfect ass as she rode him. Her smooth walls slid up and down his hardness a few more times then he rolled her over and drove himself into her. She arched back and wrapped her legs around him. Her arms spread out across the rug searching for something to hold on to, at last she threw her arms around his neck and his pulled his mouth against her own. Their lips and tongues became one as the sweat from their bodies blended together. Katherine ran her hands through his short dark locks, then held on tight as she felt the growl rising in his throat. She heard herself scream his name, but in reality all she managed was a long shrill moan as they both climaxed. Their bodies continued to throb with pristine pleasure as they relaxed against one another. Dustin groaned slowly as he rolled over to discard the condom in a nearby wastebasket. He rested his head in between Katherine’s breasts and she sighed quietly, contentedly. The silence fell around them like a blanket, warm and comforting. The minutes drifted away and Katherine felt her body relaxing more and more, she wondered dreamily if Dustin had fallen asleep. “Kat, kiss my body . . .just like you used to,” he said softly. It was as if he could read her thoughts. Kat moaned slightly, her body was spent yet she could never resist his requests. Slowly, she lifted her self off the ground and placed one knee on either side of his bare thighs. She lowered herself gently against his body and kissed his mouth. She kissed, teased and nibbled his ears and neck as she watched his eyelashes flutter ever so slightly against his cheek. She made her way down his body with her tongue and lips, exploring every inch of his smooth mocha skin. His breath quickened as her tongue lingered just above his left hip. Her tongue traced an intricate pattern across his navel and back again. She indulged herself frivolously with the taste of his skin as though he were some exotic dessert. She pushed his legs further apart and gently sucked on the inner most part of his thigh until he breathlessly begged her not to stop. She closed her eyes and made love to him with her mouth. Again the two lovers found themselves side by side in a state of sated bliss. Dustin ran as his hands gently across Kat’s bare skin once more then raised himself from the rug. His lean body collapsed elegantly into the leather desk chair. His naked form was impressive and it was obvious to see why he was so confident. Kat raised herself on one elbow to admire the view. “Bring your ass here,” he said with a commanding smile. Kat sighed and stood up as though her legs were new. He grabbed her hand and pulled her astride him in one swift movement that caused the chair to wheel backwards. Their lips met again and again and they laughed like young lovers. They kissed one another slowly then deeply as if they could never get enough. At last they paused long enough to catch their breath. “What’s for supper?” Kat said innocently as she rubbed her bare stomach. “You,” he replied simply. He lifted her to the desk and wheeled his chair between her legs. He began leisurely tasting every bit of her essence. Her moans grew louder and louder as the movements of his tongue grew swifter. His tongue continued to explore her womanhood even after she climaxed and screamed his name over and over until it became a breathless whisper. “Let’s go,” he said as he rose from the chair and tossed his shirt over his left shoulder. “Hmmm,” was all Kat managed as she melted from the desk to the floor. “Come on,” he said as he headed for the door. “Don’t you think you should get dressed,” she asked bemusedly. “Why? You aren’t,” he stated. “I’m not?” she questioned with mild concern. “Nope,” he said as he lifted her off the ground and out the door. The hallways of the sociology building were of course vacant on Friday night and nothing but an ancient live oak adored gracefully with Spanish moss saw the two exit the building and drive away in the pale Louisiana moonlight. Kat thought she should feel strange to drive through Baton Rouge completely naked with her college lover at her side, but something about it felt oddly right. His hand caressed her left thigh possessively as though her body was his own. He watched with pleasure as she leaned back into the leather upholstery and stroked her own breasts. “Watch the road,” she admonished without looking over at him. “Whose driving, me or you?” he shot back. “That’s up for debate,” she replied seductively as she reached over and took him in her hand. “Can’t you wait till we get some food?” he asked. “What’s a matter, can’t handle it?” Kat challenged. “Oh yeah, I can more than ‘handle’ it, but I don’t think you can,” he said defiantly. “Ooo, is that a threat?” Kat said in mock terror. “I don’t make threats, just promises! Don’t think I won’t pull this suburban over and lay your ass out in the back,” he added. Kat raised one perfect arched brow as if contemplating that idea. Her body tingled with anticipation as he cut the engine. Dustin reached behind her and pulled athletic shorts and a Bob Marley T out of a gym bag. A look of disappointment crossed Kat’s face as she glanced up at the glowing Harris Teeter logo. “What do you want to eat?” he asked with a wicked grin as he tossed his shirt at Kat. He knew she was hoping that he was going to make good on his promise, but there would be plenty of time for that later. Kat slide into the shirt but left it unbuttoned as a sly smile crossed her lips. She longed to make some smart retort, but refrained. Two hours, some dinner, and a few glasses of champagne latter, the two found themselves entangled on the black leather sofa. There was no discussion of the fact that Kat was leaving in less that 48 hours for New Orleans then back to New York. In fact, there was so discussion at all. The two kissed as if the world were coming to an end. Minutes turned to an hour and then another. At last, the two separated, lips swollen with pleasure they gazed into one another’s eyes. Neither of them spoke as he stood, took her hand, and led her to his bedroom. Her eyes glanced slowly around the room, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of his hand around hers. Something flickered in her heart at a picture frame she saw nestled on a wooden shelf, but he gently pushed her onto the bed before she could get a good look at it. “Oh, so its gonna be like that?” she asked in a husky whisper as his fingers tangled up in her hair and pulled her on top of him. “It can be however you want it,” he replied as he pulled his shirt off her body slowly but forcefully. “I want it like that,” she murmured lustily. “Yeah . . .baby, just like that, uuhhhuh, don’t . . .stop . . .” she begged as their bodies rubbed against one another. “Damn, I love that shit,” he said gruffly as he tugged at her hair and thrust into her. “Ahh,” she gasped as he penetrated her again with more force. “What shit?” she finally managed to say. “When you call me baby and moan and shit,” he growled as he rolled her over and pushed her leg over her head. “Ahhh, yes, baby!” she screamed in ecstasy without even meaning to. “Yeah like that!” he said as he plunged inside her body again and again. He tried to enter her slowly so she could feel each exquisite inch of him, but his pace quickened, as he could no longer contain his passion. Each sigh and scream spurred him on as he rode her. His name was followed by the names of several deities as she climaxed. He felt her walls tremble and he slowed to let her take in every bit of him a few more times before he finished with a low growl. The early morning hours lulled them gently to sleep in one another’s arms. At some point, Katherine woke and tried to figure out what time it was. Her mission was half hearted because the only thing she could see in the dimly lit room was the photo of herself at homecoming all those years ago, with crown atop her shining curls and Dustin at her side. She nestled herself back against his naked body and drifted asleep, wondering vaguely if the photo was real or a dream. Many hours of her vacation were spent fast asleep in his bed. The two slept like war weary soldiers as it’s often been said, “Love makes hunters of us all.” It was night again when they finally awoke, refreshed and eager to enjoy one another some more. The two touched, kissed, teased and made love as if time was coming to an end. He left her side only long enough to bring fresh fruit back to her, which they ate in the most intriguing ways. Time and space seemed to have stopped as the lovers drifted from making love into sleep once again. When Katherine awoke again she realized that the past two days had been a blur of all the fantasies she had ever had of her college lover. She also realized that she had missed her flight to New Orleans. Before she could really stop to care, Dustin’s arm slid across her and they found themselves in each other’s arms again. “Turn around,” he murmured. She turned obediently, expectantly. “Bend over,” he continued as he clasped his hand in her hair and gently pushed her head down. Her body responded to everything he said on command. He entered her from behind and it wasn’t long before she was screaming his name as well as god’s again. Her body could no longer tell the difference. She had thrown herself at his feet like a weary soul at some obscure pagan altar. The silence afterwards made her realize how loud she had been and she relished in the stillness. “Kat,” he began slowly. “I never thought I would say this . . .” “No, not now,” she interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “Stay,” he whispered finally. “Shh,” she responded with a slow smile as she kissed him softly. The warm Louisiana air caressed their bare skin as the sheer curtain danced sensuously at the open window. And all was still . . Homecoming He was supposed to have been home two days ago. He was late. Again. Madison and Jake had been married only a few weeks when he decided he was going to join the service. She hadn't seen him in over a year, and now that she thought about it, she had only seen him once since he left nearly three years ago. She was so excited she just couldn't stand it! It was nearly midnight. "Oh well," she thought, "another night to myself, I suppose." She should be familiar with the loneliness by now, it had been three years since she slept with anyone, and she had been working her ass off trying to keep up with herself while he'd been gone. She stood up and walked slowly toward the bathroom, stripping herself of the robe and thong she was wearing along the way to the bathroom. She didn't bother closing the door, she was much too caught up in her own feelings. Her knees were starting to tremble, and she thought to herself that maybe they knew what was to come. She stood and contemplated the shower, the floor, the counters.. She looked around again, spying the bathtub faucet, remembering how her husband had once shown her to use it long before they were married and walked over to the edge of the tub. Slowly, she turned the water on, opening the flow of water more and more, eyeing it greedily as it grew in volume, remembering, vividly now, her lover and the night he had first shown her the versatility of an ordinary faucet. Yes, she would give nature another try. She was tired of waiting, she had been holding out for him for the last week. He would understand if she didn't hold out for him another night; it had been too long. She stood by the tub and waited for the water to heat up. In a matter of seconds it was at a comfortable temperature. She couldn't help but smile, getting excited over what was to come. She lowered herself into the bathtub, and slid down so that her legs were split wide, her pussy was directly under the tap. She could feel the water getting deeper around her, and she couldn't help but shiver with her anticipation. She starts to knead her breasts slowly, squeezing them in turn, then rolling each nipple between her fingers until she could feel every movement on her breasts deep inside of her. She let her hands tickle their way down to her crotch, which was warm and soaked from the rushing water. Smiling, she opened herself up to the glorious current rushing against her, opening her lips to expose her most sensitive areas. Madison took first one deep breath, then another, holding them in as long as possible, keeping her attention on the sweet crescendo of sensations building in her groin and rushing through her entire being as her body readied itself for the release for which it yearned. She could feel the quivering of her thighs, and knew instinctively that she was nearing the edge. She held her breath until she felt slow trickling warmth spread through her, then slowly let it out, creating a wave of pleasure. She relaxed and let her body go with it. She felt so good. Her mind went blank, and during the most intense part of her orgasm she opened her eyes slightly, then closed them again. She could feel the muscles inside of her pulsing, and knew it would be over soon. Her eyes flew open again as it registered in her mind that someone was standing in the doorway watching her. Jake. It was Jake! She tried to speak, but it came out as a moan as her back arched and she exploded. Her whole body vibrated with sensation and she stared at him, unable to speak. What would he think?? What would he do?? She couldn't believe he was actually there. She fought to regain her voice, but it was a failure. She was still too worked up over her pleasuring that she could merely whisper. "Jake..." He didn't say a word, but walked to her, helped her stand and lifted her from the tub, leaning over to turn off the faucet as he did. "Madison," he said with a sigh. He had spent the last three days traveling home, filled with anticipation at the idea of finally seeing his beautiful wife whom he had missed every day since he had been gone. He noticed the worry in her eyes, and pulled her closer to press against him. "Damn," he thought, he was rock hard already! He had missed her so much. Missed this. He picked her up off of her feet and held her close. She kissed him on the cheek sweetly, worried about his reaction, or what he might say. Before she had a chance to speak, he caught her mouth with his, and kissed her strongly and deeply. He was so aroused; there were no other thoughts in his mind but of her. He carried her into the bedroom, still wet, and lay her back against the pillows. He didn't bother to unmake the bed, but started to tug off his clothing as quickly as he could. Madison watched in awe as she saw how much her husband's body had changed because of his physical work, and pride burst in her heart. Her husband. He was home, even though it wasn't for long. She looked up at him then to the floor as his underwear finally came off. She held out her arms, reaching for him, and when he came to her, he crushed her underneath him. It felt so good to be with her again, he couldn't believe he was actually home. Home. Thank God. Jake kissed her fiercely on the mouth, then moved on to kissing her eyelids, nose, cheeks, neck, and breasts, making a slow, hot trail to her pussy." He wanted to taste all of her, every inch, so he would never forget any of it. He felt his groin throbbing and wanted desperately to finish it, to feel himself erupt inside of her, but he withheld himself from it. She moaned as he reached her core and began licking it slowly, teasingly. He glanced up at her face and saw the slight hint of pain contorting her features and realized she was probably a little tender from before. He kissed his way to her thighs, then back up to her mouth, taking it greedily and slipping his tongue into her mouth. He probed as deeply as he could with his tongue, while pressing his fingers inside her at the same time. She moaned softly and he couldn't stand it any longer. He pressed himself down to cover her body and she sank her head back into the pillows. He started to nibble at her ear and neck, making her sigh with pleasure. Then he entered her, and she sucked in a deep breath. He moaned and pressed himself fully into her. He started to move in and out slowly, still teasing her neck. She breathed out "Jake...." and he started to move faster. They moaned together, and met each other, surge for surge, matching one another's passion as it grew, lost in the sensations of every movement. Feeling it and memorizing it. He let out a shaky groan and started to ride her faster and harder. He couldn't get enough of her, she was so warm and inviting and wet. His nerves were thrumming with pleasure and he rode her harder yet, pushing his full length into her over and over again. She moaned loudly and arched her back. She threw her head back and screamed aloud, she just couldn't handle it anymore. She had waited for this, fantasized about this for months. She bucked wildly, moaning and moving with his rapid thrusts. He bit down on her shoulder and let out a harsh breath against her silky skin. Then he felt himself starting to cum and kept pace. Her hands flew up and entangled themselves in his hair, and his hands found themselves a place on her hips, pulling her along with his movements. He groaned out her name over and over. She pulled his head down against her chest and held it there tightly as he emptied himself inside her and she panted as she reached the peak. He rode with her, and they fell over the edge together, lost in each other completely, mindless with their exhaustion. Madison looked at her husband after a few moments and realized he was asleep. She cradled him closely and sighed. She could feel him pressed inside her still, and held him tightly. "I love you Jake." she whispered into the darkness, and drifted off into sleep herself. Homecoming She got to the phone on the fourth ring, "Hello." "Hi sweetie." It was him. It had been so long that even the sound of his voice excited her. She stood there in her towel. She'd just got out of the shower when she heard the phone. "Where are you?" "I'm just getting on the highway, should be there in about an hour." "Okay, I'll see you in an hour, love you." "Love you too." An hour, well I better get going, she thought. She walked into the bedroom, turned on some music and started drying herself off. Her nipples hardened as she toweled the droplets of water from her breasts, her hands trembling with desire. Hands lingering at her bosom, she could feel the increasing desire between her legs as she massaged her breasts. Knees weakening, she sat on the edge of the bed and tried to compose herself. It was no use. All she could think of was him coming through the door and making wild passionate love to her. Her hand slid between her legs as she closed her eyes and fantasized about what he would do to her. His tongue licking her, his hands massaging every inch of her body, including the most important inches. The fingers of her left hand slid over her freshly shaved pussy. A smile formed on her lips as she thought about his reaction to that. It had taken some doing, but she had succeeded in making it just like those girls in his magazines. Only a small triangle remained, pointing him in the right direction. She lay back on the bed; her left hand continued rubbing her swelling labia while her right tweaked her diamond hard nipples. She imagined him licking, sucking and gently nibbling them as she slipped a finger inside her warm wet pussy. The sensation was incredible, little electric shocks emanated out from the center of her being. It only took a few thrusts for her to realize her fingers weren't going to be enough though. She pulled open the drawer and took the long purple shaft out. She hesitated briefly, realizing the irony of finally using it when he was only minutes away, but the fire in her loins wasn't going to go away by itself. With a little trepidation, she stroked the rubbery shaft along her slit. In seconds it was slick with her juices and, with a moan of delight, she slid it all the way inside her. She imagined it was him filling her with his hard cock, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. Long, slow, deep thrusts brought about the desired effects. She twisted the button to turn on the vibration and was rewarded with more tiny electric shocks of bliss. Her thrusts took on a greater urgency with each passing second as the pleasure built to almost unbearable levels. She pulled the slick purple shaft from its sheath and placed the buzzing tip right on her engorged clitoris. Now that's the ticket, she thought as she alternated between thrusts inside and buzzing her clit. It was all too much for her to take; one last deep thrust pushed her over the edge. Spasm after spasm wracked her body. Gasping for air, she pulled the dildo out and lay on the bed trying to compose herself. She finally glanced at the clock, twenty minutes. Well she'd have to hurry. She took the special homecoming outfit out of the closet and started putting it on. Just the feel of the satin and lace fanned the embers of her desire. She was just finishing her makeup when she heard the car pull in the driveway. A quick peek through the curtains confirmed it was him. She was shaking in anticipation. Well the place didn't burn down while I was gone, he thought as he pulled his bags from the car and made his way up the walk. He opened the door and walked into the dining room. "Welcome home darling." He turned to the sound of the angelic voice. She certainly looked more the part of devil though, adorned from head to toe in red. The short silk gown did little to hide the stockings and garters, which, along with the heels, accentuated her long legs. She walked toward him, undoing the thin belt of the gown. With a slight shrug, it was off her shoulders and on the floor. Her satin pushup bra thrust her breasts at him, begging to be fondled. Her hair was in a tight bun tied with red ribbon and her lipstick was a shade that could only be described as come fuck me red. "You look amazing," he said as they met in the middle of the room. "This? It's just a little something I pick…." Her words were cut short by his lips meeting hers. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her tight against him as their tongues dueled in each other's mouths. She could feel him hardening quickly and slipped a hand between them. Deftly she undid his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor. She extracted her self from the kiss and sat in one of dining room chairs. Grabbing his boxers by the waistband, she pulled him to her. He kicked off his pants and shoes and straddled the chair as she grabbed his firm ass cheeks pulled him to her mouth. Her ruby red lips nuzzled his cock through the thin fabric. Small kisses and little nibbles made him even harder. Unable to stand her teasing any longer he pulled down his shorts. That's what I've been craving she thought as she hungrily took his hard shaft in her mouth. For a moment she just held it there swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip, until she felt his hands on the back of her head. His hips thrust his prick in and out of her warm, wet, willing mouth. With each thrust, she took him deeper in her mouth until his cock disappeared completely between her lips. She inhaled his musky smell and could feel herself getting wet again. With long slow strokes she pulled her lips all the way out to the tip, then back down to the base. In and out she went, his hips slowly rocking at the same pace. He looked down at her. The image was too much, "You're going to get a mouthful if you don't stop." She pulled his member from her mouth, "I've already got a mouthful," she said smiling. "You know what I mean," he said, pulling her to her feet. The heels put her neck right at mouth level and he kissed and nibbled it, inhaling her perfume. His hands moved to her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the satiny fabric, as her hands pulled his head down to her cleavage. He traced the outline of her breasts along the top of her bra, his tongue occasionally delving in to the slit between them. She held him tight to her chest as he licked and nuzzled her heaving breasts, but she wanted something more. She reached out for his penis, still slick with her saliva. Sitting back down she guided his hard on underneath the bra and between her breasts. It worked just as she planned; the bra kept her breasts wrapped tight around him leaving their hands free to explore other areas. His knees weakened, the feeling of his cock in the pillowy softness of her boobs was incredible. She flicked the head of his hard penis every time it peeked out the top of her cleavage, while her hands massaged his testicles. His hand reached down to caress her through the stretchy lace material of her panties. He was rewarded with a loud moan as his hand rubbed her mound in time with his thrusts. He looked down at her and came to a realization. "You're wearing too many clothes." "What are you going to do about it," she asked standing up, still stroking his shaft. He reached behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped her breasts, kneading them as his tongue toyed with her hard nipples. She let out a shriek of pleasure as he sucked one deep in his mouth. He pushed her back until she was leaning against the dining room table. "I'm hungry," he said as he kissed his way down her stomach to the lace panties. He sat down in the chair and tugged at the panties. She wiggled her hips, aiding in his quest to pull them off her. He stopped part way down and she could see the flicker of realization in his eyes. He stripped the panties off the rest of the way, and sat there staring. The smooth hairless lips of her pussy were puffed out and wet just begging to be licked. She lay back on the solid table as his head went between her legs. His tongue traced the outline of her labia, soft and smooth. With excruciating slowness, his tongue pried at the opening, putting just the tip in then going back to long slow strokes with the flat part of his tongue. She was squirming in anticipation, her legs locked around his head. This is so much better than by yourself, she thought. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm as he had finally locked his mouth on her sopping wet pussy. He sucked and licked like a man possessed, pushing his tongue deep inside her. He had never seen her this wet. His mouth was slipping all over the place as he tried to concentrate his efforts on her swollen clitoris. Finally, he captured it and sucked deeply on the hard nub, flicking his tongue across it as her juices covered his face. She was getting close, and he wanted to come with her. He stood up and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the table. With one quick thrust he buried himself deep insider her. He pumped in and out of her like a jackhammer, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. She couldn't stand it, the pleasure was incredible. His cock was harder than she could ever remember and he was fucking her like a rag doll. She stood up while he continued thrusting, the heels made it the perfect fit as she leaned back letting him pound in and out of her. Her hand went between them, her fingers rubbing her clitoris. "What are doing?" "I'm not going to let you finish before me." He watched in amazement as her fingers flicked her clit, and briefly forgot to keep up his end of the commitment. She took the opportunity to pull off him. One hand kept strumming her clit; the other started stroking his shaft. "I'm yours," he said. "What do you want me to do?" She smiled. "I want you to fuck me from behind," she said turning around. She propped herself up on her elbows as he grabbed her hips and entered her from behind. His thrusts were slow at first but quickly built up in speed. Soon he was pounding her like a man possessed. Reaching back between his legs, she massaged his tightening nut sack. With a yell he exploded inside her, warm jets of creamy semen filling her. She continued massaging his balls as he started thrusting in and out again. To her delight, she could feel him getting harder as he stroked. He sat down on the chair, bringing her with him. She sat facing away from him, his newly hard cock probing deep inside her. She grabbed hold of the edge of the table and rocked her hips back and forth, tingles of pleasure emanating from her sticky, wet pussy. She felt his fingers on her clit, the pleasure was unbearable. He tweaked and twisted her love button until she was writhing with ecstasy. She started to contract around him, her pussy muscles trying to milk more semen out of his hard penis. He groaned as he shot more jets of hot semen deep inside her. That was all she needed to push her over the edge, yelping with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. She leaned back and kissed him, his hard cock still filling her, his tongue massaging hers. She moaned as his hands went to her breasts and he began rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her hand found his balls and started massaging them, his softening penis once again hardening under her touch, filling her. She stood up and took his penis in her hand. "Let's go get in the shower," she said, leading him down the hallway, stroking his slick shaft. Homecoming After working all day, you hopped on a plane to fly home for a few short days before having to head back for another month away. I knew that all you would really want was a hot shower and a bed. You called me from the airport telling me not to bother to come and get you. I thought that you had changed your mind about coming to see me before heading home. I was a bit upset but just brushed it off until I remembered that I had your car and keys. With that a smile crossed my face and knowing that the airport was not that far away. I busied myself while I waited for you to knock at my door. When I heard you knock I took one more quick look around to make sure everything was perfect and it was. I opened the door and you were standing there looking more tired than I had ever seen you before. You leaned down to give me a quick kiss before asking for your keys so you could hit the road. I took the bag from your hand and told you that you were in no condition to drive home and I was not going to tell you were your keys were. You started to object but I put my fingers to your lips to cut you off. "I am not taking no for an answer." I pointed down the hall and said, "go freshen up, shower or what ever you want while I finish cleaning up." The bathroom door had been closed and as you opened the door you gasped. Candles were lighting the bathroom and the tub was filled with steaming hot water and bubbles. Smelling a faint scent of roses you turned to object. I pushed you into the bathroom and said, you need to relax and unwind, it's been a long day for you and it is time for you to get pampered for a change." I grabbed a towel out of the linen closet since I had forgotten to leave one out earlier. I told you to enjoy while slowly I closed the door behind me as a smile spread across my lips. You heard me moving around the apartment and thought that I was just cleaning up. A little while later I knocked on the bathroom door and asked "May I come in?" Granting me entrance, I slipped in without letting the steam out of the bathroom. I was clothed only in a short mulberry colored silk robe. Leaning over to kiss your lips, I let my robe fall slightly apart so your eyes could feast upon my breasts. Straightening my robe I took a seat on the floor facing you. As I looked at you I noticed something different about you. You were smiling and looking very relaxed. It was a marked improvement from when you arrived. Your hand moved to my cheek to stroke it. Turning my head I kissed the palm of your hand as I put my hand on top of yours. All of a sudden you had this big ass grin on your face. I started to hesitate then asked, "What's wrong?" You shook your head and continued to grin. Again I asked, "What?" With that you reached over the edge of the tub and grabbed the belt of my robe to untie it. Slowly sliding your hand inside my robe to feel my breast then reaching further down inside my robe you untied the other tie. Letting my robe fall to the sides before slowly pushing it to the floor. You grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the tub saying, "Come join me!?!" I looked at you thoughtfully and said, "but there isn't enough room, is there?" Smiling you said, "Sure there is, there is plenty." While still holding your hand I carefully stepped into the tub with you. Placing your hands upon my waist you started to turn me so I would sit with my back against your chest. Cautiously I lowered myself into the tub making sure not to hurt you. Once I was leaning against your chest, you wrapped your arms around me. All snuggled up within your arms I closed my eyes enjoying the feel of your skin against mine as the hot water and foam bubbles engulf us both. Kissing and nibbling my ear and neck gently you whispered, "Thanks cutie, you sure know how to make a guy feel welcome." Smiling while giggling I said, "This is only the beginning for you Hon, I hope you have all night." Shaking your head you could not believe your ears, only the beginning!?! Starting to object I placed my finger to your lips and said, "SHHHHH, no more questions just wait and see." A short time later we both started to shiver, as the bath water was cooling. Looking over my shoulder I asked if you would like to move to the next adventure of the evening? With pure joy in your eyes I reached for the towel I laid out for you as I stepped out of the tub. Walking to the linen closet as I wrapped the towel around myself, I pulled out another towel for you as you were rising from the tub and stepping out. With towels wrapped around us so that we were not shivering too much, even though I think the shivering was more from excitement instead of being cold, I told you to close your eyes as I took your hand and lead you out of the bathroom. You trusted me completely and with your eyes close all you could sense was that I had soft music playing and that we had moved to another room. Once we stopped walking I told you that you could open your eyes. When you opened your eyes you saw another candle lit room with a bottle of lotion and baby oil sitting on the nightstand. We were in my bedroom. I didn't think that your smile could get any bigger but with this it did. "Go ahead lie down on the bed on your belly" and you did as I had asked. Gently I pulled the towel from around you. Grabbing the bottle of oil, I poured some into my hand to warm it up so it wasn't quite so cold against your warm skin. I sat on the bed next to you as I started to rub my hands together to spread the oil between them. Very gently I started to massage your shoulders, they were so tight that I massaged a little hard to get the knots out. Since I had never massaged you before I was a little afraid to try any harder. Just as I was thinking that you asked me to massage harder. You really wanted those knots gone. As I felt your shoulders relaxing I started to massage my way down your back working out all the kinks and knots as I went. My hands just worked their way down your body and I think you were a little surprised when I started to massage your ass and how tender it really was. You expressed this too me while I continued to massage. "Well didn't you just spend the last few hours on a plane sitting on your ass not being able to move? Well then doesn't it have a right to be tired and sore?" With that you laughed and winced as I hit another tender spot. Of course those tender spots were not going to disappear so once you stopped wincing so much I moved to your legs. You were just as jumpy when I massaged your legs but I knew that I had to get these knots out. I asked," Do you think you can bare the pain for 5 minutes while I worked these knots out?" You looked at me hesitantly and said, "yeah I think so." I told you that if it got to be too much or longer than 5 minutes I would stop. I knelt next to you so that I could get the right strength that I needed to work at these knots without killing you or my hands. Slowly I started to add the weight of my body as I worked to get those knots out of your thighs. Massaging hard and harder, I could tell that you were in pain but didn't want to say anything. As we approached 5 minutes I noticed that your face was not so contorted and that you were beginning to enjoy the feel of my hands on you again. I could tell that I had gotten the majority of the knots out and enjoyed massaging you until I started the other leg. We went through the same thing with the other leg but it wasn't as bad as the first. After I got all the knots out of your thighs I though that I would give you a little extra pleasure and slid my hands between your spread legs and gently caressed your balls. Kneeling between your legs I leaned forward to kiss your ass as I spread your legs a little further apart. I leaned further over to kiss your balls and ran my tongue up your crack. My hands gradually went back to your massage and I massage one calf and then the other. Then I had to massage your feet and within minutes you were putty within my hands. Once I had thoroughly massaged your back and legs I had you roll over so that I could do the same to your front. I knelt between your legs again and before I started massaging I had to kiss your lips again so I leaned over you and placed a very gentle kiss upon your lips. My lips lingered on yours for a little while savoring the feel and taste of them. My tongue teasing your lips and tongue before my hands found their way back to the oil and your body. I grabbed for the bottle of oil and squeezed some oil into my hand. Replacing the bottle on the table I rubbed my hands together with your eyes watching my every move. I moved to your side so that I could start massaging your neck and chest. Every time my hands moved to your neck you closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of them. While my hands continued to massage your neck my lips found their way back to yours. I just could not keep them away from yours. I broke off the kiss again as my hands worked their magic a little lower. Massaging your chest my fingertips swirled around your nipples and worked out the tightness in your muscles. Slowly and carefully I worked from your chest down your ribs without tickling and to your stomach. By now you were enjoy the feel of my hands all over your body and you were anticipating what was to come next. Working my hands all over and making their way to your hips and I slid them to your groin and then immediately to your legs. I looked up into your eyes to see the disappointment in them. I smiled that devilish smile again as my hands kept working their magic. But I could keep them away from where they really wanted to be. My hands worked their way back up your legs without removing them for your body. Massaging, my hands pleasantly wondered around the insides of your thighs. Closing your eyes you were enjoying the feel of my hands right where you wanted them. The closer I got to where you wanted me to touch the bigger your smile got, and the further away my hands got the more your smile would disappear. I wanted to please you without touching you. But after awhile I could not hold back any longer. Very slowly my hands crept up your thighs to your hips still with massaging fingertips they wondered to your groin. You arched your back to give me the hint that you wanted me to touch you more, as my hands gently wrapped themselves around your cock. Your breath caught in your throat when you were finally within my fingers. Very softly I slide my hands up and down the length of your cock. Your eyes fluttered closed again as you sighed while feeling my hands on your cock. While your eyes were closed I very quickly leaned over to kiss the tip of your cock and your breath caught again. I released you with one hand and slid it lower to massage your balls and to caress your ass. My other hand remained on your cock still stroking it. I knew that you could not wait any longer for I knew that I couldn't. With one hand still on your cock and the other hand on your balls and ass I leaned over and took the tip of your cock within my mouth. Slowly my lips encircled your cock as I slid it further into my mouth. Savoring the feel and warmth you didn't dare to move. I started to get into a rhythm of sucking your cock and stroking it with my hand. I could feel your cock growing within my lips as I continued to suck it. Loving the taste of your precum that dribbled out of your cock and how it twitched with the slightest movement. With your cock wet with my saliva I slid it out of my mouth as I gently blew on it watching it twitch, then slid my lips around it again. Slipping your cock out from between my lips I leaned to kiss your awaiting lips. As I carefully placed my lips upon yours, you wrapped your arms around me and kissed me very passionately. Gently at first you slip your tongue between my lips and explored my mouth. Once finding my tongue they danced feverously trying to keep up with the other. Your hands roaming all over my body, as you could not pull me close enough. We didn't want our bodies to leave one another. Running your fingers through my hair as you held me tight for fear that if you let go I would just disappear for I felt like a dream. Breaking the kiss we opened our eyes in order to gaze into each other's. Your arms still wrapped around me like you would never let go. I could feel your cock trapped between us growing with everything that we did. Moving my hips gently I stroked your cock with my body. You pulled me up so that I would be able to lower myself upon your cock. I did so very very very slowly. I felt the tip of your cock just slip between my pussy lips before I pulled it out. Lowering myself again I let it slid in a little further before pulling it out. Again your cock slid into my pussy about half way this time before I pulled it out. I lowered myself yet again onto your cock until it was completely engulfed by my pussy and it's juices. Only moving enough so that I could kiss your lips again but not to disturb your cock buried deep within my pussy. You grabbed the back of my head to kiss me passionately and as you did so I started to slide my pussy off your cock and then back. Slowly at first then gradually picking up the tempo as our kiss deepened. I couldn't get enough of you. Our bodies hot against each other's. Your cock was penetrating my pussy, while our hands roaming over the other's flesh. Not being able to get enough of each other. Our lips never leaving the other's you grab my ass to pull me in harder. Your cock felt fabulous, buried deep within me. We couldn't get enough of each other. Our lips only left each other while you took one nipple into your mouth and then the other. You then grabbed both of my breasts to squeeze them together so you could suck and lick both nipples. As you did so my pussy was getting so wet that I have to fuck you harder. I moved in quick assuring motions making sure that you always hit my special spot, harder and faster, and harder and harder and faster and faster. We were both breathless but we could not stop just yet. Our hips grinding against the other's as we are locked into each other's embrace. Your cock gets harder while we make love not being able to get enough of each other. Your strokes are long and sure and hard. We both wanted to cum but our bodies were not ready yet. You spanked my ass as I squealed in surprise. The slap made my pussy so wet as the squeal make your cock harder knowing that you were turning me on. With that as you spanked me again and again and again. With each spank I squealed again not wanting the spanking to stop or the feel of your cock with in my pussy. Grabbing my ass you pull me closer and push your cock in deeper. You would pull then spank and pull then spank as we got into yet another rhythm. With ever pull and spank you move faster and harder into my pussy. Neither of us were going to last much longer. You could feel your balls tightening as I could feel my stomach tightening. As you continued to spank me then pull me in harder. Fucking my pussy harder and harder and faster and faster. Both of us were gasping for air as we both start the long climb to the top. Harder and harder, faster and faster. Pulling and spanking, Pulling and spanking and faster and harder and harder and faster and spanking and harder and faster... While fucking as fast and as hard as our bodies would allow our bodies tensed with pleasure and then exploded with pleasure as we held onto the other for the flight of our lives. My body was shaking all over as I came pulling you closer to feel you come with in my pussy. Our bodies violently shaking in unison as ecstasy reaches us both. Once my body stops spasming I collapse upon you. Wrapping your arms around me not wanting me to move or to release your cock from my pussy. We laid like this for a while until our heartbeats and breathing returned to normal. Still not wanting to move I continued to lie on top of you. I raised my head to gaze into your eyes. You had a lazy smile on your face and one of complete joy and happiness. I went to move to your side and quickly you grabbed a hold of me whispering, "Please don't I don't want to break the bond just yet." I smiled and laid back down on top of your with your arms still around me. Feeling warm, safe and secure I started to doze while on top of you. I was so comfortable and it felt so right. Listening to your even breathing and heartbeat I drifted off to sleep. But woke a short time later to you kissing my nose and eyelids as I felt a twitch between my legs, your cock was coming alive again within my pussy... And I will leave that story for another time. Homecoming You have to be away for some years from your hometown before experiencing a real homecoming, and Charlie Nicholson did just that. He'd left town after stumbling his way through high school – remembered as the gangly kid with glasses, a sunken chest and big feet. – and now eighteen years later he returned to Scudway Crossing, a community of some 50,000 people on the fork of York River. Charlie hadn't expected bands to be playing and flags flying to celebrate his homecoming or Kelly Roberts in her dress two sizes too small swinging her hips inviting him to enter – not that she'd ever thought of having sex with him in a million years. Correction – make that two million, sighed Charlie, happy to be greeted by the flag flying over the Post Office. Well, that was something. Fifty thousand people? The sign at the entrance to the town proclaimed 'Scudway Crossing City, Population 186,278. Mayor Thomas B. Johnston'. Tommy-John, mayor? Well, Tommy's father built and owned the mall, completed during their last year at high school – the biggest single development in the town since WW2, with 33 stores and a supermarket. Everyone had predicted it would go bust within two years but it had defied the doomsayers. Charlie spotted a sign pointing to the direction of Johnston Mall – 108 stores, two supermarkets, two department stores, skating rink, eight-theatre movie complex and conference centre. Oh my. Then he spotted a fat-ass woman pushing an infant in a pram with another holding on to her dress and bawling. He parked and strode after that woman. "Kelly – Kelly Roberts?" "Yes, but Kelly Knapman now, I haven't worked at the brothel for seven years. I'm married and have seven children. You'll have to get your pleasure somewhere else." "Kelly – it's me, Charlie Nicholson." Her mouth dropped on to the push bar of her stroller. "Ohmigod – is it really you? Just look at that body. Oh, I need to sit down." "So you married Nappy Man?" "Yes, but no-one calls him that these days, he's vice-president of the River Country Bank." "But he was useless at math at school." "Yeah, but look at me – I was a virgin till I was 19 and yet five years later I was the most acclaimed prostitute in the history of Scudway Crossing. Some of us are just late developers." Kelly pulled out a purple hued breast with a nipple the size of the mouth of a beer bottle and the little fellow she'd pulled out of the stroller made contact with it with a spine-tingling slurping sound. "What happened to you Nicky-Dickey? When you left town you were a nobody." "I went to work for my Uncle Ralph in advertising. After eight years he died, no-one stepped forward to take over the business so Auntie May said it had to be me. I stoked it up; she died and left everything to me. I've just sold out, so I thought I would come to see how my old colleagues are getting on." "I'm glad you said colleagues – you had very few friends. Two from memory: Tommy-John is under siege, holding on by his shirt-tails; your sweet Caroline bought me out and is now madam of the failing brothel." Ah, Caroline, a buck-tooth leggy kid, all bones and a sweet smile, thought Charlie. Her only friends at school were Tommy and him, and the only friends Tommy had were Caroline and him and there was a Melody something hovering. The baby finished, burped and was put back in the stroller. While Kelly was putting herself back into her monster bra she said: "Nice meeting you, Charlie. My, you have turned out to be such a dreamboat. If we should meet one dark night just take me, I won't mind. You won't need a rubber because I not worried about becoming pregnant – having babies is the only thing I do these days." "I'll keep that in mind, Kelly. Can I drop you and the kids off somewhere?" "No thank you – I'd only give you a bad reputation. Please go." Charlie went to City Hall and asked to see Mayor Johnston. "He's seeing nobody, he's suffering severe depression," asserted the thin-faced granny behind the counter. "Bullshit," Charlie laughed, vaulted the counter and barged into the office of the Mayor. Tommy's trousers were around his ankles and he was pumping into a trim blonde. "Well, fuck me," marvelled Tommy – I do believe it's Charlie – recognised that nose and watery blue eyes anywhere. You've risen up, filled out nicely and handsome to boot; someone's been feeding you well. You'll excuse me while I finish, won't you?" "Sure thing, buddy. Who is she?" "I'm Liz, manager of Treasury, and what the fuck are you doing watching this obscene display of mayoral stress-shedding?" "You've got a nice ass, Liz." That changed her attitude abruptly, and she said sweetly, "Well thank you, stranger. Any time you'd like it on your lap it's yours. "Oooh, oooh – cumming ready or not," she called, and wailed and groaned. Tommy wiped himself with a towel which he handed on to Liz and said he was under immense pressure, so once again had failed to shoot his load. "Buddy, you and I need to talk," said Charlie soothingly. "I'm booked in at the Commercial Hotel. Come and have dinner with me tonight. I'd like to find if I can help you." "What room?" Liz. "I'm not telling you – I don't fuck the mayor's girl friend." They all laughed. Charlie went to the Commercial and signed for his room. He requested the premium suite and scored it. He bounced on the huge bed and the day manager who'd carried Charlie's bags up the two flights of stairs as the elevator was being serviced, asked if he like company on the bed. "No thank you, I haven't learned to diversify," Charlie said politely. The guy walked out not at all offended. Deciding he didn't need to masturbate or to shave his face for that matter, Charlie completed his real objective of coming to town and went to his parent's small retirement unit. Each year he sent them away on holiday and they'd always returned home via his city on the coast to say thank you and stay with him a few days. His mom Iris was always upset when finding Charlie had a new wife; neither Charlie nor his father had the heart to tell her most of those women were not married and those who were had not married Charlie; that was because Iris was prim and sanctimoniously positioned high in her church. His parents greeted him excitedly and fed him weak coffee and bran biscuits and Iris asked if his wife had accompanied him – "What was her name, there have been so many?" "Um, she ran away with a priest," lied Charlie, unwisely, provoking Iris to scream "Ohmigod" and had them linking hands while she prayed for absolution for the poor priest whom she declared had been unable to help being beset by depravity. "Thank goodness we Methodists hold the high moral ground," she said – both men unable to determine whether that was part of her prayer or a self-righteous post-prayer declaration. After a happy few hours, and leaving a check that paid off his parents' mortgage, Charlie went unannounced to the brothel with the intention of having coffee with Caroline, with her buck-teeth, flat chest and sweet smile, although he wondered if she had also been a late developer and may surprise him. Only two cars were parked out front, so business certainly looked bad. A woman greeted him with a sweet smile looking like someone straight out of the pages of 'Playgirl'. He knew it had to be Caroline because surprises happen like this when you have a real homecoming. "Hello stranger – can we free up some of your parts, for you. We can offer..." She stopped, went wide-eyed and smoothed her hands over her hips. "Ohmigod - Nicky-Dickey. Just look at you, all grown up and looking fabulous." "You're looking pretty mighty yourself Titmouse." "Oh gawd, don't use that name around here; you'll ruin my reputation." "Are they real?" Charlie asked, admiringly. They were top-shelf 34c's pairing with 34 hips. She looked good enough to...er...whatever. "They are real; like you I was a late developer. Have you come to buy an hour of bed fun or to see me?" "To see you, have coffee, and now I've seen you to perhaps consider anything else on offer." "Naughty boy." "Sorry." "I love it, coming from you. I'd like you to understand I'm off limits to everyone else." Over coffee Caroline told him about the trouble Tommy was in. He controlled city administration through sheer personality and toughness. A rival firm wanted to establish a mall in competition with his father's Johnston Mall but Tommy and council had effectively blocked the project by not approving redevelopment of the site. "That's not like Tommy – that's unconstitutional." "He's not against competition for his dad, he's against Scudway Crossing High School being shifted out to the fringe of the city to make way for the new mall." "They can't do that – the school property is hallow ground – they should put the mall on the city fringe site – new development will surround it." "That's what Tommy and the council say. Their decision is heading for appeal but the developers have strong support because most of the people within a couple of miles of the high school are newcomers and never went to school there. As well, many of the old high school students have long lost attachment for their old school. People are not so loyal these days." "This city needs a 'Save the High School' campaign." "Exactly, Charlie. The 'Echo' tried to start one but it petered out within three weeks. Tommy can't be linked to one, not while the zoning issue is before a tribunal as it will be damaging, indicating impartiality on his part. Masterminding a campaign is expressing more than just an opinion so he can't afford weakening the city's case before the tribunal." "Well, I better do it." "You - what can you do, Charlie?. You aren't known in this city – you have no form." Charlie ignored that rebuff and asked, "Why is your brothel failing?" "Because these days our business is in competition against amateurs – young women so driven by rampant promiscuity they feel obliged to do it without charge. How can we compete against that?" "Well, don't even try. Instead, convert this splendid facility into a dance studio – ballroom dancing is becoming a high focus craze around the world, with TV pushing celebrity dancing with gusto. There's big money in it and everyone wants to do it. You could still keep the rooms upstairs and charge room hire to amorous couples who've rubbing while dancing and now feel need somewhere to rest – possibly after every dance or two." "I really don't know." "Do you have a mortgage on this place?" "Yes, it's now out to just under $200,000 if you must know." "I'll buy in on a 50-50 partnership for $300,000 for a half share in the business, not the real estate. You can pay off the mortgage to reduce your overheads leaving a hundred grand to convert this downstairs area into a dance floor of the highest quality." "Wow, that's very nice of you. I'll think about it. Meanwhile most of the girls are not busy right now, would you like a freebie?" "No thanks. I'd prefer dinner with you tomorrow night followed by a freebie if I can manage to get you going." "Sounds fair enough to me. Pick me up at 8:00 which is when my night manager comes on duty." Dinner that night with Tommy was greatly successful. Both men bonded like old and Tommy was excited that Charlie wanted to organise a 'Save the High School' campaign. "Tommy, I need a seeding fund of $20,000 plus four women who have worked in business administration to work two shifts for me as volunteers – so we'll also need four laptops on a local network, plus an office with handy car parking." "Right, I'll get that twenty grand off dad as the mall tenants have contributed heavily to campaign funding. Also the superseded swimming centre is due for demolition soon – you can use the office there. Give me a couple of days and I'll get business people to loan everything needed to set up an office, including computers. "Look, I want to see more of you. Please come over on Sunday for lunch – we always have a midday roast for Sunday lunch. I'd like you to greet my two great little guys and Melody." "What you old ram – you snared Melody? She wouldn't turn it up for anyone." "I got lucky and she didn't think anyone else could possible bring out the animal in her that I did, so she stuck to me like a limpid. I often see your mom – she says you've had as many marriages as she's had annual holidays. You wear them out or something?" "They were just girlfriends – I never married. Women like me for my body but spurn my mind; I think I've got that the right way round. In advertising I perfected a whistle-like sound that imitated an amplified sound of an opening zip and I could take my pick; advertising seems to attract sexy girls." "Bring a pal on Sunday if you've managed to bed one by then. Goodnight buddy." "Goodnight, Tommy. Oh – I've never been involved in a failed campaign, so you can plan for your re-election after all." Tommy habitually always wanted the last word. "You've got as much chance of turning around the inert population of this city as you've got of getting the knickers off Titmouse. She's grown up to be a proper madam in more ways than one. She'd now a babe of tongue hanging proportions." "Want to bet on that I can't score?" "Why?" "Because I aim to be Titmouse's lover within forty-eight hours from now and to be her business partner within thirty-six hours. Want to place $20 against me achieving both goals?" "Twenty bucks? Wait till you see her, Nicky-Dickey – she's built a fortress around her body. Nobody gets in, not even me – at least not in the past four years. And she's not going into business with anyone, she'd heading for financial ruin." "Could I temp you with forty bucks?" "Are you insane? You may as well hand me over the cash now." "Tell you what, Tommy – I'll take the money from you the hard way. Five hundred bucks says by this Sunday Caroline will tell you she is living with me and that we have entered business together based on her present property." "My friend, she's never going to admit to me she's having sex with you. I'll take the bet – if you can't write a check now, later will do." "You're on, Tommy – I'll donate my winnings to the library new books fund." "Yeah – of course you will. Hah-hah. If you do I'll match your donation. Hah-ha." When Charlie called for Caroline he pushed the horn, which rather disappointed her and she was disappointed further when he made no attempt to open the door for her, and once seated she was not presented with flowers or even a small box of chocolates. It was their first date – ever: she was almost ready to cry. However, he was very pleasant conversationally but at the restaurant when she touched his arm affectionately he stared at her hand, so she pulled it away, confused. "D-d-do you not like me because of my connections with p-p-prostitution?" "Not at all," he smiled. "I think a touch of notoriety gives a woman an edge which I find exciting." "Oh, really?" "I gather from Tommy you were only on the receiving end for less than a couple of years, and then bought the business and immediately retired from active service?" "Tommy talks too much," she said, without malice and playing with her coffee cup. "We were such a trio of misfits when we were young. I didn't find you sexy then and you certainly didn't find me sexy – it was you who years before conferred my nickname of Titmouse because I didn't have any. "When I went became professional Tommy was given freebies. He was married, which didn't make me proud of what I was doing, but he only came there specifically looking for me. The policy was we were allowed to offer one freebie a fortnight to encourage return visits, so that's all Tommy was given." "That's fine with me. Tommy was always the lucky one of us." Caroline looked at him carefully, finally deciding that was a compliment. "Yes. This conversation is difficult for me, Charlie. I was hoping you would find me desirable." "Tommy told me last night you've build a wall around your body." "True but never have I indicated it was impregnable in the pure meaning of that word, at least not to the right person." That seemed to satisfy Charlie and he took her hand and kissed it, and looked into her eyes. "Caroline, now that I have you full attention, could I remind you that in your younger days you were always a sucker for supporting worthy community causes. Well, I have in mind to donate $500 to the city library's the fund for new books for children, and if I manage to win a bet the fund will benefit by a further $500 contribution from another person. You've always liked wagers, haven't you?" Caroline licked her lips, looking excited and nodded. "Well, listen carefully, this is how you can help boost the children's book fund by $1000 and have a lovely time doing it." An hour later Charlie and Caroline sat on the side of her bed to carry out the activity Charlie had outlined to win the wager. Gently he unbuttoned the tiny front buttons of her white dress to her waist, and parting the dress found himself looking at a most exquisite embroidered very light blue bra. "With panties and stocking tops to match," she whispered, her voice sounding aroused. He thought at that moment she would feel for his business end, but she restrained herself. He finished unfastening all 32 buttons, almost beside himself with desire. "I normally don't allow myself to do this on first dates," he whispered. She lost it, grabbing his neck and pulling him towards her until she could kiss him – raining little kisses all over his face in quick succession, rather than a rattling good tongue on tongue slobbering. "Oh, Charlie. I desire you, desire you. Are you able to speed up here?" "I understood women adored foreplay." "Foreplay? This is excruciating torture," she complained, though not bitterly. "Stand up," he commanded, and remove your dress then face me." That placed his mouth more or less at navel level, so he licked around there and she squirmed. "That's foreplay!" she gasped. The lovely eggshell blue panties confirmed that was arousing foreplay by suddenly showing a moist patch. Charlie pushed her away slightly and stroked the smooth thighs and progressed a little way down over the thigh hi tops. This different feel of skin and hosiery textures was so erotic to his touch that his penis was almost ripping through his trousers. He pulled the panties down and she kicked them off. "Leave the stockings – it may feel sexier for you," she whispered, breathing quite rapidly. "Undo you bra, lovely lady, and show me what you've got." There was a delectable showing – no scars or lumps or assorted marks, just smooth breasts, light brown circles from which rose slightly upturned sweet little pink nipples. "May they keep like this for one hundred years," he said reverently and that made her melt. Caroline gently shuddered into orgasm. Unable to wait any longer she pushed at the centre of his chest; he co-operated by spreading his legs a little and lifting his butt as she worked at unbuckling and unzipping him and sliding off his pants and briefs. She said nothing but looked impressed at what she found, falling to her knees and stroking it with her tongue, gentling playing with his testicles with her hand. She took him into her mouth and began bobbing. A couple of minutes later positions had swapped, and as he began thrusting she giggled, crying, "On thousand forward strokes for each dollar to be donated." He tried, oh how he tried and went terribly red in the face fighting to hold back, knowing he would fall very substantially short of 1000 strokes. But acknowledging his heroic attempts with much clucking and unhelpful squeezing of her vagina, Caroline finally said, "It's time sweetie – cum with me." Homecoming She felt it in abandoned ecstasy when he swelled and blasted into her with considerable force but the shots diminished in strength. "Ohmigod, this small towel is going to be inadequate, she cooed and Charlie took the hint and went to the bathroom, returning with a big towel which he stuffed between her legs and effortlessly lifted her to pull some of it up under her. They kissed, and her stroked her hair affectionately, giving Caroline the sudden hope the romance she'd thought would forever elude her was in the process of gestation. Nothing lasts forever and Charlie broke the spell saying, "Stay there, I'm going to the hallway to fetch some papers I brought in with me." " What, lie here like this when you return passionlessly to eye my sweating body? "We've 36 year olds, in our prime. I like what I see no matter how it's presented. Although I'd really like you to consider shaving rather than trimming – licking a bald piece is my idea of an afternoon or evening in paradise." "You filthy man," she giggled. "This ugly thing under this towel is not an object of desire." "Stop fishing for compliments," he grinned, walking off, returning to find that in the ninety seconds he'd been away from her Caroline had made up her face, combed her hair and changed back to a small towel." "Give me a look," he leered. She pulled away the towel and spread her lips, allowing him to see the remains of his cum. "You released an incredible amount." "I haven't fired for some weeks, except involuntarily." "Is that hiatus about to change?" "Depends on you." "Move in here with me, to your own room if you wish, or are you too concerned about your reputation?" "I'd like that – but remember I didn't ask, and only if you really want this." "Of course I do; what a funny thing to go soft on at this late hour. I beg you to shift in!" "Very well, thank you. I treasure that offer. Now sit up and look at this material with me. "My friend back in Pacific City where I presently live faxed this information as requested. It includes sketch plans of the conversion of a restaurant in a former residence, very much like this one, into a ballroom dancing school, which is what gave me to idea of suggesting enjoining in such a business venture. "You will find details of the costs of conversion, what was involved, the time taken to convert and all other relevant information on such a project. "These are copies of his accounts for the first 12 months in operation – the results were well beyond optimistic budget figures. He says the craze will die, but it will fade rather and disappear overnight. Meanwhile he's already looking around for the coming of the Next Big Thing and ultimately expects to convert back to gracious dining when that makes a comeback again. "Mike is what we call an entrepreneur and he's aware that most things in entertainment and recreational living go around in cycles. He's even predicting a huge revival in rock 'n' roll; it's just a matter of a song writer and singer putting their heads up above the mass and going for it." Caroline stroked his cheek. "This is wonderful, Charlie. Is this information confidential?" "No, all means of identification have been erased." "Good, I'll take it to my bank in the morning. They operate a commercial advisory service but I have been offered the service free because I am losing business vitality and I have been a loyal customer of the bank." "Excellent – tell them to rush because I'd like to have a partnership deal signed up with you by Friday if you get the green light for this development. You'll need to explain to your advisers what my offer is – a straight cash injection of 300 grand for a fifty percent partnership deal in the business only and joint managing control. We have to move fast to catch the wave of this craze in ballroom dancing – your banking people will understand that if they are commercially sensitive." "I really like the sound of everything, Charlie, and I trust you and your judgment." "Don't be overly trusting, my dear. Seek the advice of your bank advosers and also your solicitor and accountant." Caroline said she'd listened with interest when he'd outlined his venture in promoting the Save the High School campaign. "Is that going to be a major project?" "Yes, for me as organiser. I'm going to compile mini profiles of all today's Big Shots and retired Big Shots from Senators down who attended our high school – prominent people who don't want to see their old school shunted out to the city boundaries by fat-ass mall developers. We will be having 'Save the High School' parades and all that sort of stuff. "But I believe people reading the 40 words the Big Shots will be limited to describe why they think saving the school is important is what will get through to people and win the day. "I'm going to make it feel like a homecoming for those Big Shots who now live far away – they're going to love it and will donate to the campaign. Tommy told me that three generations of the Roebuck's who own the 'Echo' attended our high school, so I'll be asking for a free full page in Saturday's newspaper for 12 weeks, which will run till the week before the tribunal hears the appeal by developers against the city administration refusal to allow a mall to be developed on the school site. Dammit, those developers even managed to win over the school authorities - with backhanders no doubt." "Wow, that sounds some program, so you'll be staying for a while?" "Caroline, I'm thinking about coming back here permanently." Her nostrils flared. "Really?" "Yeah, I kinda like the idea of doing this. Spread those lips again, honey." Caroline yanked away the towel and spread the labia before her assailant even had his tongue ready. "Hmmm," went Charlie, imagining he was tasting honey. "Oooh-oooh," sighed Caroline. Almost twenty minutes later when she was wiping cum off her belly, breasts and chin Charlie said, "Caroline, I have to come clean and tell you why I want you to come to lunch at Tommy and Melody's house on Sunday where I'd like you to volunteer to announce two pretty innocuous announcements. "Now promise not to get mad at me: they concern a wager." "Oh good, I'll be happy to assist you win your wager...Tommy has already spoken to me about helping him to win an unspecified wager against you. He offered me $100. "The sly bastard. That really should help him become a great mayor." "I trust you even more now that decided to come clean," she said softly, looking deeply into his eyes. "Update me quickly and let's see what more I can get out of you..." THE END Homecoming His hand in mine, I smile up at him and say "Hi baby, I really hope you like what I have in store for you tonight." He's just gotten home from work. I knew he was tired and probably cranky, so I met him at the door with a glass of wine and a smile... that was all. Totally naked. His eyes lit up as he reached for me, but I pushed his hands away. "Oh no! Not yet you don't. I have plans for you and it's not time for that yet!" Laughing gently, I lead him up the stairs to the bedroom and into the adjoining bath. The Jacuzzi tub is full with bubbles and steaming water. Candles are lit everywhere, and soft music is playing. He looks around, absorbing everything I've prepared. He smiles and says, "Hmmm this looks an awful lot like the fantasy you were telling me about the other night. You've been busy today!" "Yes love, I have. Now, it's time for you to relax and let me pamper you a little." I reach up and start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest and belly as they are exposed to me. He moans softly, running his hands through my hair. I stand straight again, looking him in the eye, smiling. Pulling his shirt from his waistband and sliding it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I run my fingernails up and down his chest, his arms and shoulders. Watching as his eyes get darker. Slipping my fingers down the front of his pants... stroking him lightly through them. Slowly unzipping his fly and freeing him to my touch. I run my hands around his waist, sliding his pants over his hips and down his legs. I kneel in front of him, his already throbbing erection right in front of me now. Looking at him, I flick the head of his cock with my tongue, just once, as I help him step out of his slacks. He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling my lips towards him. Laughing gently I say... "Not yet baby, be patient with me." Chuckling he says "You plan on torturing me don't you!" Grinning, I just stand and press my body to his. Breasts flattened to his chest, his erection pressing into my belly. My fingers diving into his hair, pulling him down to kiss me. Our tongues mating, swirling. Devouring each other. Pulling back from him, our breath coming fast and hard, I take him by the hand and lead him to the tub. I step in, pulling him in after me. I straddle him, letting my body get wet and slippery, my thighs wrapping round his cock, my pussy pressing to him. I can feel his moan all the way down to my toes. My breasts are slipping over his chest, wet and slick... his chest hair causing them to form peaks. My nipples hard as pebbles, poking him. By this time, I can no longer hold myself back, as turned on as he obviously is I say, "Paul, please... fuck me! Hard! Now!" His answering "YES" echoes through the bathroom as he lifts me by my hips and plunges into my throbbing pussy! OOOOO he fills me so well! Nearly splitting me in half with his huge hard cock! Water sloshing over the edge, our bodies rocking together, his hips thrusting up, pounding his cock deep and hard into my pussy. My nails digging into his shoulders and chest... marking him as mine! My head thrown back, his lips around my nipples, sucking me, feeding off of me! Rising and falling on him, riding him as hard as possible, feeling him pulsing, growing even bigger inside of me. And then... "NOW!!!" Screaming as my pussy starts pulsing around him. My orgasm ripping through my body. My pussy milking his cock... I hear him shout, "YES BABY!!!" as he shoots his cum deep inside of me, sending me into continuing spasms of ecstasy! I collapse against him. My body totally drained yet still pulsing around him, feeling his cock twitching in me, slowly shrinking and slipping from me. His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me and gently stroking my back as we gain control of our breathing. Pushing back from him a little I say, " Welcome home Paul!" We both break into laughter, amazed at how quickly our body's had lost control. He says, "I think I'd like this to happen more often! I could get used to coming home to this!" I said, "Oh sweet man, I'm not done with you yet!" as my hands ran down under the water and I slid down his body... taking a deep breath... hearing his moan become muffled as my head went under water........ As I slid down under the water, taking Pauls spent cock into my mouth, I could hear him moan. His hands rubbing up and down my back and neck as I swirled my tongue over him, still tasting our mingled juices. Coming up for air, I looked him in the eye and said, "Paul, I'm yours to command tonight. Anything you want, I'll do for you." His grin told me that he was very pleased with this and I smiled back at him. "Do you have anything you wish me to do baby?" "Only this Shanna." He lifts me up, pulling my slippery body up to his chest and kisses me. Slowly sliding his tongue into my mouth and proceeding to devour me. My fingers spear into his hair as his hands run up and down my body, pulling me closer. I can feel his cock stirring against my thigh and an answering pull deep in my womb. He pushes me back and stands up, offering me a hand to help me up. He steps out of the tub and picks up a towel, unfolding it and wrapping it around me. Lifting me out, he carries me into the bedroom, finally noticing my preparations here also. Candles are lit all over the room, the music is still playing softly and there are rose petals scattered all over the floor and the turned down bed. The scents of roses and vanilla from the candles mingling into a heady fragrance. "Mmmm, baby, it smells like you in here. Sweet and spicy. Good enough to eat!" I laugh softly as he buries his mouth against my neck, nibbling and sucking. He gently lays me back on the bed, opening the towel and gazing at my body. I start to say something and he puts his finger to my mouth. "You said this was my night Shanna, to do as I pleased and to have you do as I please. This is what I want. I want you to be silent. No speaking. Just lay back and let me enjoy you. I plan to bring you to heights we've yet to reach together." Closing my eyes I moan, my body already on fire and pulsing with need. I can't believe how lucky I am to have found this wonderful man. His hands are slowly running up my legs, massaging gently as he works his way upwards. He follows with his lips and tongue, sending shivers throughout my body. He gently spreads my legs and I can feel him gazing at me. I open my eyes and my breath catches. He's slowly stroking himself as he looks at my pussy. Looking up, he smiles and says, "I want you to see what you do to me. How your body turns me on. Watch me baby, watch me get pleasure from looking at you, from touching you." Moaning, I start to sit up a little, but he presses me back against the pillows. I so want to touch him, my body aching for the feel of his skin. He says, "No Shanna, just watch. Touch yourself, but don't touch me yet. I want you to masturbate for me. I want to watch you bring yourself pleasure as you watch me doing the same." He smiles at my groan and reminds me not to speak, to just enjoy the moment. As we both stroke ourselves our breathing begins to become labored. It's hard to keep our eyes open as we bring ourselves to the verge of completion. And, right as we're both about to cum, he says, "Stop! Don't cum yet. Let it ease off. Hold it for me." Ohhhh! I so want to yell at him to fuck me but I say nothing. I am so anxious to feel him inside of me again, but he's getting off the bed! I move to reach for him, but he shakes his head at me, grinning as he walks to the dresser. I know exactly what he's planning now and lay back in anticipation of what's to come, only, he has his own surprise in store for me! Here I am thinking that he's looking for the scarves to tie me down with, but instead he's walking toward me with a handful of toys! Ranging from small bullet style vibes to a fairly large cock shaped vibe. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! A shot of energy pulsed through my body, almost making me cum just from the thought of what he was planning to do to me! Somehow, the night of pleasuring him had turned on me! Laughing, I mimed to him that I really wanted to talk. He nodded at me and I said, "Paul? What are you doing? This night was supposed to be about you!" He said, "Oh Shanna, trust me, it is! I've been wanting to do this with you for a very very long time! This is a fantasy of mine, to pleasure you until you can't take anymore, and then to keep taking you until we both explode!" I moaned and laughed as I imagined what he had in store for us. My body already pulsing, I jumped as he ran his fingers lightly along my legs. Softly stroking me and slowly spreading them open to his gaze. He continues to stroke me, leaning down to nibble and lick my inner thighs. He looks at me as he nibbles and licks his way up my inner thighs. Pushing me back against the pillows, he says, "Shanna, I want you to lay back and let me take you where you've not been before." Heat rushing through me, tinging my skin with a rosy blush, I groan and obey his command. Shivers running through me, my breath catching with his every caress. His lips and tongue touching lightly, like butterfly kisses all over my body. His fingers lightly stroking up and down my body, barely touching my skin, just enough to raise chill bumps. I opened my eyes as I felt his touch leave me, only to see him reaching for a scarf. He smiled at me and without speaking, leaned over me and tied it around my eyes, blinding me to what he was doing. I moaned in frustration and excitement. Knowing that he was going to tease me and loving the very thought. Quietly, he said, " I want you to be perfectly still. No moving at all no matter what you feel. I want you to control yourself and follow my directions or I'll stop whatever I'm doing and go watch t.v.!" I can hear the grin in his voice as he spoke. I nodded my agreement, biting my lip to keep from groaning at the thought of the torture/pleasure I was soon to feel. Again he starts stroking my body, this time using the corner of a scarf to tickle and sensitize my skin. Adding light pinches and spanks along my hips and thighs. Reaching up to pinch my nipples firmly, twisting them and making them even harder. I tried to keep as still as possible during all of this, my body jerking slightly at every new touch. He was constantly whispering to me as he was touching me, telling me how beautiful I was, how sexy he found me, how gorgeous my pussy was, that he couldn't wait to taste me, to pleasure me completely. As he touched and talked, my body came alive. Whenever he mentioned a body part, I could feel his touch there, though not literally as he'd be touching a different part of me, keeping me off balance. I felt his hands slide down my legs to my ankles, spreading them and moving in between them. I then heard a buzzing... mmmmmmmm knowing that soon I'd feel those delicious vibrations from one of my toys. The first touch came at my knee... the surface of the toy cold, but pressed softly to the back of my leg. He slowly ran it up my inner thigh... teasing me as he got closer to my pussy then pulling it away to give the other leg the same treatment. My body is quivering, straining for his touch but I'm not moving other than involuntary jumps and startles. Next I feel the vibe on my right nipple, slowly circling and teasing. He runs it around my breast, up underneath and then around the other, using a figure 8 motion. Every once in a while teasing my nipples with the vibe or pinching them with his fingers. My entire body is alive! I want so much to be able to touch him, to stroke his skin, but knowing if I move he will end the sweet torture. I moan... whispering "Please, Paul! Please make love to me!" His answering, "Oh baby, I will make love to you. By the time I am done tonight you will be well fucked!" caused my body to jump, my stomach to tighten and my pussy to swell even more. I could feel the moisture beginning to leak from me, wetting my thighs and the sheets below. And he had yet to touch me there! He was using the scarf to tickle my pussy lips as he stroked and teased me with the vibe. I begged him to let me move. To let me touch him in return, but he just chuckled softly and told me to remain still or I would pay the consequences! OOOOOOO I was slowly going crazy! I wanted to reach out and grab him, forcing him to fuck me right then, but knowing there was no way I could ever do so, as he was so much stronger than I. Nearly growling in frustration and pleasure now, I continued to beg him for more. He must have sensed just how turned on I was as he intensified the touches. He started moving the vibe closer to my pussy, slowly tracing my outer lips. Stroking with is up my slit and pressing it gently against my swollen clit. I screamed and jumped uncontrollably at this touch. Cumming hard and fast. My body so on fire that I had no control over my reactions. I started to reach for his hand, wanting him to press the vibe harder against me, but stopping myself just in time. I hear him laugh as he sees me control myself and does what I wanted him to do anyway. Pressing firmly against my clit....slowly rotating the vibe around it and causing my orgasm to grow and continue for what seemed like hours! My body convulsing, totally out of control. My hands digging into the sheets, my hips arching into his touch, pressing harder against the vibe and his fingers. He pulls it away and before I can complain, rams his cock deep inside of me. Thrusting hard and deep. Both of us groaning in pleasure. He takes my hands and pulls them up over my head, holding them there with one hand as he lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder with the other and arches my hips up as he continues to pound into me. Fucking me as he's never done before. My head thrashing back and forth, my body clenching around him, massaging his cock as he rams it deep inside of me. Over and over, not letting me catch my breath. I scream as my orgasm rushes through me. Instant fire pulsing through my veins. He continues to pound himself into me... watching me as I cum again and again. Finally, losing control he shouts his completion. Thrusting his cock deep in me once.. twice.... shooting his cum deep inside of me. I can feel it spraying against my cervix, causing me to cum yet again. I call out his name as he, one last time, thrusts deep inside of me. Collapsing against me. Our bodies replete, vibrations still running through us. My pussy clenching around him as his cock continues to pulse deep inside of me. He releases my arms allowing me to wrap them around him and hold him closely to me. My fingernails gently scraping against his shoulders, raising chill bumps on his skin and causing him to shiver and his cock to twitch inside of me. He chuckles and lifts his weight off of me, his cock still buried deep inside of me. He looks at me, grins and says, "Well what do you think? Did you enjoy my fantasy or am I going to have to try again?" I giggle and say, "Baby, as much as I enjoyed myself, I do think we'll have to practice more... just to perfect your technique!" Throwing his head back and laughing, which of course caused his still hard cock to press deeper inside of me, he said, " Shanna, I'll practice until neither of us can move, just to get it right!" Throughout the night, he proved good to his word. Turning to me over and over. Using my body in ways I had only imagined before. Both of us finally collapsing, replete and slipping into sleep, as the sun started to peak over the horizon. Homecoming Ninety days. She repeats the two words over and over in her head in the car. Now it doesn't seem that long ago, but before, it was an eternity. She sits in the back seat, staring out the window, shifting her weight every now and again, and tries to keep those thoughts she's thought for so long out of her mind. She knows the dampness between her thighs won't dissipate anytime soon, though, so she eventually just sits still. His parents make idle chit chat in the front seat, and she laughs and speaks to them as well, but her mind isn't here. Her mind is with him, on the plane, and right now they're making love in the tiny bathroom again, somewhere in the troposphere. One hundred and thirty-five days. Three thousand, two hundred and forty hours; one hundred, ninety-four thousand and four hundred minutes; eleven million, six hundred and sixty-four thousand seconds (give or take), since they'd last made love. It had been ninety days since she'd last seen him, when she had spent their only time alone together performing oral sex on him (when he finally came for the first time that way and she had loved every second of it). She taps her nails on her purse again. Realizing that it's once again the only noise in the car and might be annoying by now, she stops and writhes her hands together instead. She refrains from asking, "Are we there yet?" like a child, and continues to stare out the window. She wonders if he's lost more weight and shakes her head. His first three weeks away he'd lost at least twenty-five pounds, and she hadn't lost a single one. It wasn't for lack of trying---hell, the first week of his departure she cried almost constantly, and was in and out of the bathroom throwing up. She couldn't eat or sleep, and then as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, she either didn't sleep at all or slept all the time, and usually had to be reminded to eat. She exercised to the point that she was sore for days afterward, but the scales stayed the same, so she eventually stopped trying altogether. She shifts again and sighs, leans back in the seat, and closes her eyes. She smiles to herself as the mental imagery takes over, and then crosses her legs. She glances at the people, trying to spot him, and curses under her breath again because she can't see far away clearly. She hears his mother say, "There he is," and eyes the crowd frantically. When she sees him his smile is genuine, and she runs, just like she'd kidded that she would. He drops his bags and runs as well, but doesn't get very far before she slams into him, her arms tightly around him, her sobs shaking her entire body, her tears wetting his shirt. He laughs and holds her tight, glances up and sees his parents waiting, and then pulls back from her and takes her face in his hands. She wipes at her eyes and laughs, but she can see that he's teary eyed, too. "I love you. I missed you so much," he says, and she nods in agreement and then kisses him. They moan almost in unison as their tongues dance hungrily and their hands begin to explore one another. He cups her bottom and she squeezes her thighs together to stop the wetness from trailing all the way down. She runs her hands up and down his back, slides her fingers through the belt loops in his pants and pulls him against her, and she can feel his erection; she's never been so turned on her life. She wants nothing more than to make love to him right here and now, in the middle of the terminal, but his parents are here, watching. Right now, there are several people watching, she realizes, and she clears her throat. "Your Mom and Dad are waiting." He puts his bags in the trunk and as his parents get in the car, casually asks, "Does anybody else have to pee? I have to pee." He glances at her and winks, and she tries not to grin. "I do." He takes her hand. "We'll be right back." They hurry into the family friendly bathroom, hand in hand, and he checks under the stalls to be sure they're completely alone. When he turns around he sees her lock the door and turn, her back against the door. When he reaches her she drops to her knees, and he knows what she's about to do. He leans against the corner wall, and when she frees him and takes him in her mouth he shudders. She goes down and up only twice before he pulls her up and kisses her. She lifts her skirt and wraps a leg around him, and when he guides himself inside her he can feel the wetness on her thighs. She inhales sharply as he thrusts, and kisses him to muffle her moans. She tries to grab the doorknob to steady herself but slips and misses, and when her full weight falls onto him he comes. She can feel him throbbing inside her, and he fills her completely. She cries out his name as her own orgasm overcomes her. He buries his head in the crook of her neck and shoulder and shifts his weight, and she wraps both legs around his waist and comes again. "God...my Baby," she breathes, and someone knocks on the door. She opens her eyes when the car comes to a stop. "Are we there yet?" she asks finally, and his mother smiles. "Yes." She grins and takes a deep breath, and then gets out of the car. Homecoming "Finally he's here." She trembled as she watched him walk towards her. Her stomach was in knots, her heart pounding as she looked into his eyes and felt his skin under hers she realized that this wasn't a dream, he actually came home to her. She wrapped her arms around him, sighing and secretly smiling to herself. She inhaled his scent God how she waited to feel him next to her again. As they pulled away from each other she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him softly. Quietly she said, "Let's go." On the way back to the house, they made small talk, each anticipating what would come later. She secretly prayed to herself, "Lord help me through this night." When they reached the house they went inside, he started to unpack and she started dinner. As she cooked, she let her mind wander and didn't hear him when he came into the kitchen. He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, leaning down to lay a soft kiss on her neck. A shiver ran up her spine and she slowly turned around, smiled and said, "I'm glad you're home." After dinner they both sat there just staring at each other, smiling, talking, and laughing together once again. As the night drew on, they finally made their way to the bedroom. She went to the bathroom to calm her nerves and to get ready for him, she put on a white satin nightgown that just skimmed the tops of her thighs, and a white thong. When she came back into the bedroom he had lit the candles, and was laying on the bed waiting for her. When she got closer to the bed he told her how beautiful and sexy she was. She laid down on the bed next to him on her side to face him, he ran his fingers up and down her arm and gazing into her eyes. Slowly he leaned forward kissing her softly and rolling her onto her back. He moved on top of her kissing her more passionately then ever. As they broke from the kiss she softly bit his lower lip. He slipped the thin straps of her nightie off her shoulders softly kissing her neck and shoulders, slowly moving down to the top of her breast. He ran his thumb across her nipples making them hard. She softly moaned as his hand continued to caress her breast, pulling her nightie down his softly kissed and licked his way to her nipple slowly drawing it into his mouth. She moaned louder, arched her back and wrapped her fingers into his hair. He moved one of his hands down her body softly running his hand down to her thigh and under her nightie. He slipped the nightie up and off her and ran his eyes down her body, then slowly started sucking on her other nipple gently pulling on it with his teeth. Moving back to the other nipple pulling on it with his teeth also. He slowly moved down her body laying soft kisses on every spot of her stomach as he could. She inhaled deeply and dug her nails into his shoulders. He slowly took off her thong, then spread her legs, and kissed and softly bit the insides of her thighs. Her breath caught when she felt his teeth on her thigh, her hands gripped the side of the bed and she moaned out his name. He slowly slid his tongue all around her outer lips teasing her. He spread her lips then flicked his tongue over her clit, making her breath catch, then he wrapped his mouth around her clit softly sucking on it, making her wetter and wetter. She twisted her hands in the sheets on the bed, and cried out with a moan. He buried his tongue in her pussy making her cum. He sat back and watched her come down from her orgasm. Just before she came completely down from her orgasm he buried the head of his hard throbbing cock inside her. Her eyes flew open and a strangled moan escaped her lips. When he felt her walls loosen around the head of his cock he slowly pushed himself deeper into her, feeling her walls tighten around his cock. As he slowly thrust himself into her, he felt her body building back up for another orgasm, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Not yet angel." He pulled his cock out of her and told her, " I want you to suck my cock, clean all your juices off me." He moved away from her and leaned back against the headboard, she moved in between his legs, and slowly starting licking up his cock. Then she took him into her mouth, taking his cock deep into her throat letting out a small moan as the head hit the back of her throat. As she moved her mouth up and down his cock, he wrapped his hands in her hair tugging on it gently and guiding her up and down his cock. She pulled his cock from her mouth and slowly twirled her tongue around the head. He told her to stop then, and told her to get on his cock and ride it. As she slowly lowered herself onto his cock, he grabbed her hips digging his fingers into her hips. She slowly started riding him, getting used to his size buried deep inside of her again. She started riding him faster and harder as the orgasm built inside her again. As she exploded over him she leaned forward spent from the built up tension from not being able to release the orgasm. He laid her across the bed with her head hanging off the side, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder and started thrusting his cock harder and harder into her. Before long she told him she was going to cum again, and that he needed to cum with her. As he thrust harder and deeper into her, he felt her cum all over him again and with that exploded deep inside her. As they both lay on the bed spent, she started thinking about fucking him again in the shower, but that's another story.................... Homecoming My breath was ragged in my throat, pain laced across my back and neck and I couldn't see straight. My vision swam as I fought for breath. I gulped in fresh air and lay there, so exhausted I couldn't move. There was nothing I could do, for a while at least. Maybe I could get strength enough to move... My thoughts wondered to her, and where this had all started. Where everything had changed... ****** She was fragile; tears made of dewed crystal, ready to fall at any moment. I couldn't touch her. He had done that. I didn't know if she wanted me to. I ached to touch her, to bury her tears in my shoulder and make her smile again. Her eyes were broken, shattered in pain and loss of innocent, a betrayal of trust I could never heal. I watched her shoulders shake with something I couldn't stop. Her grief; her sickened, betrayed soul. Mary sat in front of me, fifteen years old. I was her best friend. Her only true friend. Her others dumped her in an instant the second she needed them. Because "she needed her privacy." I hated them for that. We sat by the river we'd both played in as children. Her tears didn't stop, and I couldn't halt them. There was pain and anger etched in the stone of my face, but when Mary looked up, I held only concern for her. For as long as we could remember, I was her Knight in shining armour. When the boys picked on her, I'd make them stop, when she couldn't stand it at home any more, I was always able to sway mum to let it slide and provide a pillow. I was in love with her, always had been. I felt wretched and wrenched between hatred, anger, anguish and sorrow. My guts ached with clenching them in. Mary's head rose, and her reddened cheek shined in the waning sunlight. I looked away, and she stared at me. I felt my rage building, but buried it. I needed to be strong for Mare. "It was like he didn't even consider it to be wrong. He's my father, for god's sake. He's not supposed... n-not supp-pposed to..." I shushed her as her lips trembled, and I wanted to hit something. I reached out without thinking, and she flinched. I felt it like a knife slamming into my gut. I had frightened her. I shut my eyes and let my hands drop. There was silence for a moment, and I stood up. "You can stay with us. Its settled." I opened my eyes, but Mary was still on the ground, her rich auburn hair shining like vibrant red gold in the last flickers of sunlight. The intense flicker of the sunlight off the dancing wavelets of the river shone in a brief sparkle of brilliance before they faded. As the darkness began to fall, Mary shivered. I shook my shoulders out of my jacket, and draped it over her shoulders. Her cheek lowered and she sighed. She reached a hand up to let me help her up, and I pulled her up towards me. I could feel her hand trembling, and I let go as soon as she was on her feet. I felt the darkness building in me, and I smiled weakly at her. We walked slowly back up the trail towards my house. There was a slight, warm breeze, calming me with the scent of the sun-warmed river. I felt her pull away from me, an emaciated kid with bony, oversized hands and dark brown hair that kept falling across gray eyes almost constantly unless held under a cap. I terrified her, and her father had done it. He'd taken away even what comfort I could give her. I felt useless, completely without aid for my friend in her darkest moments. We walked without speaking or touching, feeling the evening lose it's warmth as the fog and mist began to descend. Mum met us at the door, a warm smile and a hug for Mary. Mary broke down again, and began to cry. I felt myself ache for her, and my face screwed up. I turned back without a word, and left. I began to jog, moving down off the road, and further away. I heard the thunder, but didn't pay any attention to it. The fog began to move away, and the stars blinked out as thunderheads rolled in like harbingers of doom. I was outside of Mary's place before I realised what I was doing. The rain began to come down, softly at first. I lifted my head up, feeling the cold drops cascade over me. Calmness began, finally, to seep inside me, as though the rain, drop by drop, was washing away my anger. I heard faint popping sounds, the metal rattle of tin cans being pelted with stones or something. There was a sudden curse, and then silence for a moment. I heard a familiar dry squeal of metal as the old, rusted hinges on Mary's screen door swung wide. I heard heavy footsteps and could almost see the steps of the one person in the world I actually hated. There was a grunt of surprise, like something a man says when he sees something he isn't expecting. "Where's the cunt? Little bitch always brings the pipsqueak as her bodyguard." There was a meaty heave and weaze as Mary's father laughed at his own hilarity, and I opened my eyes. There was another grunt of surprise, like the kind an animal makes when it's instinct warns of danger suddenly. I shook my head at him and felt my hands begin to shake. He shook his head, I don't even remember his face. I can never remember his face. I hit him. Once. As hard as I could. He fell back a few steps, clutching at his throat. I remember the rage on his face. The pure hatred. That I should so dare to strike him. There was a thick, greasy grin on his face as he coughed and reached around behind him. The gun was huge, I've no idea what sort it was, some sort of revolver with bullets the size of Ohio. I felt the bullet hit my shoulder, but I didn't feel anything else. There was no pain, no nothing. I looked down, at the blood beginning to stain my shirt. I looked back up in time to see the but of the gun smash into my eye socket. Blindness followed, but still no pain. My hands moved forwards, fighting for a hold on the gun. I just watched, detached from it all, as I slammed my hand into his elbow, smashing it out of it's socket. The gun dropped to the floor, and I blinked away the blood that was clouding me. Mary's father was on his knees, his face going blue as I choked him. My hand was wrapped around his throat, choking him as he gasped for breath. I heard sirens in the distance, and someone screaming, a high pitch, like a small animal's. It was Mary's father, gibbering in fear as his pants soiled in his terror. I blinked as the blood came into my eyes again, and I felt my soul wrenching in two as Mary's pain tore into me. I heard something, a car door, or something, and felt my own hot tears on my cheek. Someone grabbed hold of my arm, and tried to move it, but my arm wouldn't move. I turned my head, and saw someone, a cop, shaking his head and talking strangely. He was speaking, but I couldn't understand his words. The cop was shaking his head and talking soothingly, and I smiled. I could still feel the tears on my face, and blinked as the blood eased it's pounding in my ears. I felt whatever was rushing through me slow, and felt the rain as it hit my face, easing the raw redness of my eyes with cooled drops. I swallowed as the officer gently pulled my hands behind me, and felt Mary's father slide from my grip. My head, feeling like packed wool, tilted to the side. My voice sounded quiet to me, and I know I barely whispered. I also know he heard every word. "Don't ever let me hear you've touched her again. I'll kill you. I'll just end you. Just like that." I barely remember the trial. Or the conviction. Eight years. My actions and obvious lack of rational thought and reactions when the police arrived convinced the judge and jury that I was not myself at the time. And the fact that half the jury members, while overwhelmed by the evidence that I had committed the act, didn't know whether they would have done something different in my place. The first six months were hard. They were really hard. Mary's letters were the only things that I lived for. She was growing from an awkward young girl into a young woman obviously pretending that everything was fine. Her letters lost their innocent sound, I guess echoing mine. The first time I was bashed was almost two days after I went in. A group of guys who liked to dominate other guys found out why I was there, and took it as an invitation to explain to me that there were those who lived by different rules. I tried to find that rage that Mary's father brought out in me, but it just wasn't there. Mary was safe, there was no need for it. The punches landed, but I felt nothing. I knew there was something wrong with me. I missed her. I had sacrificed everything for her. My freedom, my health. I hadn't even gotten a chance to see her. What I would have given to see her smile just once more. When I was in the infirmary, waiting to be treated, one of the old crims on janitor duty stopped by for a talk. He had heard about who and why, and wanted to meet the who. Murderer, battery, assault, armed robbery. Oh, and jaywalking. There was the list that Franklin Marsh had stacked up on the outside. Two more accounts of assault inside, self-defence. Supposedly self-defence. He had a very philosophical view of life for a man serving a life sentence and then some. His knuckles were scarred and swollen from arthritis and years of fights. He had the optional boxer's and brawler's trademarks of the cauliflower ears and pug nose. But his eyes were clear, and his voice was calm. And he was the first person to actually tell me he thought I had done the right thing. Not much of a recommendation, I'll grant. But he was the man inside. He was THE man inside. Once I got out of the infirmary, I met up with him in the yard. At sixty-eight, the man stood like a monolith in time, looking harder than most guys ever will. He smiled at me and I shook his hand. There was a murmur through the yard, and I wasn't touched from that day forwards. Frankie looked me up and down and there came a small smile again. "You ever box, kid? Ever work out?" I shook my head, and he smiled that tiny little smile again. Over the next few months, well, years, I worked out. I built up some muscle. Two years into my stretch, Frankie began to teach me economics. Where the hell he'd learnt all that sort of stuff, I'll never know. I discovered a talent for writing, and began to write a very low key story about characters that change and discover things about themselves they never knew. I didn't mention prison. I wasn't in there for a stretch long enough to know about it. When I'd spent half my life at age seventy, then I'd maybe write something about prison. But change was something everyone goes through. I just put it into characters instead of myself. I also found something strange that I never knew. In wood shop, I learnt the turning and curve of wood, it's simple moulding into something beautiful to the eye, as opposed to the soul. You look at a tree, and see the beauty of it's creation, and try to recapture that. Sales from my wood sculpting helped to keep my head above total despair when Mary's letters stopped. Not that she sent me money. She made me feel as though I could do something with myself. When her letters stopped, the only thing that made me feel as though I was worth something was the rich community clamouring for my artwork. Frankie didn't say much, but I knew he had asked a couple of his friends to keep an eye on me. But I wasn't going to kill myself. I had to get out. Fastest and easiest way to do that was to behave myself; keep my head down. I kept going with my sculpting, and on my twenty-second birthday, I gave Frankie a present. It was a small wooden wren; a sculpting of the kind that always took his attention from whatever he was doing. Freebirds, he called them. Frankie stared at it for a long time, and put his weathered old hand over mine. "Thank you son. Thank you." That was the last time I ever saw Frankie. Thinking he was over the hill and no longer worthy of the respect he damned well deserved, the guys who once thought me a plaything/punching bag rounded him up in the laundry room. Frankie killed six of them before copping a shiv through the back, down into a lung. He seriously injured the guy who did it, Mitchel Roberts, leader of the so-called "Bad boys". Mr Originality, that's for sure. When Mitch got better, the whole yard knew I was walking around with a target on my back. They tried to corral me in a secluded little spot in the west quarter of the yard. Too close for the tower guards to see, and the others all had their attention focussed more on the centre of the yard. I was ready. Mitch threw the first punch, and I caught it in my open hand. There was something intensely gratifying when it stopped his momentum cold. My muscles held, and I began to squeeze. Mitch stared in horror as the sound of his bones breaking brought attention towards us. I let go and he slumped down, holding his hand in pain. I didn't smile; I never smiled anymore. The others began to circle, and I moved around, keeping them in my sight. One tried a lunge, but met my elbow. He went down. Five left. I felt something slam into my back, and broad arms clasped in front of me around my ribs and began to squeeze as I was lifted off the ground. I reached back over my head, kicking out wildly. I felt my foot connect with something as I fell backwards, wrenching my hands down across my shoulder and jarring someone's chin. The arms leg go and I rolled off, throwing dirt into the man's face. There was a heavy moan as someone hit the dirt, and I had time to see Mitch, his eyes wide with pain and sensation as his one good hand cupped his kicked balls. A fist smashed into the back of my head, and I lashed a leg out as I fell, taking someone off their feet. Blood flowed freely when he hit the dirt. He didn't move, and I watched the three remaining. Mitch was laying on the ground, gasping like a wounded goldfish, and was no threat. A kick punched out from my right, and I snagged it in my left hand, bringing my elbow down across the side of the guys knee, dropping him down. I straightened as I watched the two still standing. I was settling in to a rhythm and they knew it. They backed down and ran, as whistles began to sound. The guards began to move around us, and I held my hands onto the back of my head, and he smiled at me, laughing under his breath. I was back in my cell before I knew it. There was a piece of paper on my bed, opened mail. I rushed to it, ripped the envelope apart in my haste, then saw the official print and knew it wasn't what I hoped for. At least not what I expected. I was to appear before the parole board, for early release. Good behaviour. There was a sound at my cell door, and I turned and stood straight as the warden stepped up to the open door. There were several guards at the bars, waiting for me to grow tired of living. "Well, Alec, your day has come at long last. I thought we could have a little talk before you left." I nodded and sat down. "If you want, sir. Have I done something wrong?" Warden Jeremy Jones was a little older than me, at forty-six. He had three kids, two daughters and a son. His wife was a former customs officer, who now ran one of the largest industrial chemical production factories in the country. We had barely spoken to one another in my tenure, other than his murmured condolences after Frankie had died when he stopped in the hall I was cleaning. "If you'd done something wrong, son, you wouldn't be up for parole, now would you? I wanted to talk to you about something else. Two something elses, actually." I nodded and the warden began to move around my cell. It didn't take him long. "You've barely made a ripple since you came here with us. That's good, the kind of personage we need to see more of. Rationality wise, of course. Technically, I'm sure we could all say we'd rather be out of our jobs. But that's really ideological bullshit. Now son, you could have killed those idiots very easily. I've seen you training down there with Frankie, God rest his soul, and you have become dangerous. This is what troubles me. You've turned into a fighter in here, Kane." He frowned. "Alec. Look. Outside, you were Alec Kane, barely out of school runt with a protective streak who snapped. Inside, you've really grown. But you've more of a chance to do something now. You're educated, thanks to our schooling, you're dangerous, thanks to Frankie's. And you're violent, thanks to the other incarcerates. What will you be outside? You can speak freely now, Alec, just tell me." I thought about it for a while, then cleared my throat. "I've learnt a lot here sir, that's true," I answered slowly. "But the main thing I'll take with me is something Frankie taught me, that just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. And it's the deciding of that choice that makes free men into jailed wrecks. I could have killed them, you're right. But Frankie knew the difference, and despite the fact they may have deserved it; and may even try again on someone else or me if I don't get paroled, well, despite all that, Frankie knew the difference. And so do I." Warden Jones held out his hand and in it was a letter, an unopened letter. Mary's handwriting was on the front. I looked at him, and knew he had broken a strict rule for me, and I lowered my head to him in thanks. I took the letter slowly, and held it for a moment. It smelt of her, that scent I'd known so long ago, and I felt my eyes grow hot and prickly. Warden Jones smiled a small smile, almost Frankie's smile, and I sat down and heard the door shut behind me. I opened her letter with trembling fingers and took a deep breath. It was handwritten, and her flowing writing told me everything and nothing I wanted to hear. "I don't know if you're alive or dead. You never wrote to me, not once, and I still don't know why. I don't know if you read these. You went to hell for me, and all I've ever done is write you letters for it. I miss you, and us. I know you've only ever wanted to protect me, and that by not writing back, you might think you're protecting me from hearing about the horrors of prison or something. You probably don't know that you're putting me through horrors out here, too. I don't know if you're reading this, or if its sitting in the bin, or if you're just a name in a book that they see and throw the mail away. I miss my friend so much. I was stumbling through the dark, and there you were, my shining light. I loved you so much then, Alec. I wanted you to hold me and kiss me and tell me everything was going to be okay. And now, I can't do it for you. I guess I wish we'd had more time, and that you should know everything. My father is dead. He had a massive heart attack last year after mum left him. She left him after she found out what he'd done to me, and what he'd done to you. He drank himself to death, and I went to his funeral. I miss the man he could have, should have been. I'm not even angry anymore. I'll never forgive him, but it doesn't matter so much anymore. He made me strong, strong enough to hate him after he took you away from me. No, that's wrong. You made me strong. I've been waiting for you for all these years, and you haven't come back to me. I got a new joy, working in a nightclub in the city, called Nhyte. I've got a bar apprenticeship going there with the lady in charge, Lauren. She's really nice, and her brother's nice too, he's in charge of the security staff. He left to go overseas a little while ago, and now that he's back, he's looking to hire some new people. There's another guy here that's asked me out, and I'm gonna say yes. You made me strong, you made me cry, you made me everything I am, and now you're not here. Or I'm not important to you anymore. It's ok, people change, and God knows you're in a place I could never be strong enough for. I loved you so much, Alec, I just want you to be happy. Ok? And if you DO read this, then please believe me, I'm going to be okay. Thanks to you. Homecoming Always your friend, Mary. My breath was ragged in my throat, pain laced across my back and neck and I couldn't see straight. My vision swam as I fought for breath. I gulped in fresh air and stood there, so exhausted I couldn't move. There was nothing I could do, for a while at least. Maybe I could get strength enough to move... "Mr. Kane?" I looked up, and stared at the three men and three women who sat at a long table in front of me. "Would you tell us, please, why we should allow your release from this institution?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and breathed in shallowly. "What would my qualifications need to be?" The young woman sat back in her chair and tapped her pen on her notebook. "Well, you would need to show remorse, and be conscious of the fact that this behaviour isn't regarded as acceptable in modern society. This is not the Stone Age, Mr. Kane." I took a deep breath, and the ache in my chest slowed to the back of my mind. "The rationale behind assaulting someone like that is simple, miss. He abused his daughter, my best friend. I didn't go there to do anything. I'd been there so many times, it was automatic. I hated him and he'd hit her, and abused her. I couldn't even comfort her. So I lowered myself to his level. He's dead now. His own fate caught up with him. Do I regret choking him until he nearly died? No. I wish instead that he could have been the father to his daughter than he should have been. The husband to his wife." The woman pursed her lips and leant forwards to mark something in her book, but stopped. "You show little remorse." I didn't say anything for a moment, but stared out at the window, where a tiny bird sat. A freebird. "My hatred of him made me into something I never will be again, miss. I regret not what I did, but what it made of me. Something I will never be made of again." The old man on the end of the table grunted. "What guarantees does this board have that you will not commit such a crime again. Attemped murder is a dangerous line to cross with no remorse, Mr. Kane." I nodded and felt the ache drain away. "Yes sir. But I did that for the love of my best friend. I no longer have that best friend, or her father to hate. And I'll never have that love. It's a new time for me. We all die young, in one way or another. That's why life is a second chance." Warden Jones shook my hand and smiled at me as the gate opened. I walked past him onto the steps of the waiting bus. I sat down and stared ahead at the open road, and at the small bird perched on the front of the car, and thought a lot about where I was going. First stop was my parent's place, to see my mum and dad. From there, I didn't know. I thought about the crumpled piece of paper in my pocket, mary's letter. The miles moved past me unnoticed as my thoughts rounded to nowhere. After a time, I came to an old bustop, and my finger pressed into the buzzer, and the bus pulled over. I stepped onto concrete my feet had not touched in nearly a decade. I walked for an hour, along the river where I hade first kissed Mary behind the trees when I was nine. Past the pool where she had kissed me back. I knelt down beside the huge rock where we used to lay in the sunshine and talk, and try not to think about one another, so close, so achingly close. Under the bridge I walked, until I found the spot where we used to hide things for one another to find, under the loose stones in the old legs of the bridge. I bent low and still managed to bump my head. My shoes in my hand, I sat down and moved my fingertips across the surface of the rock. I heard the faint sound of laughter, and looked down the river to where children were splashing one another with utter sinful joy, still in their school clothes. Something twisted inside of me, and I began to cry. For Mary, for myself, for the lost years, for the lost time. I pulled Mary's letter out of my pocket, and read it again. It hurt less the second time, but not by much. As I sat there, I realised that I had held on to Mary far tighter than she had held on to me. She was in the outside world, which changed day by day, and moved on. Prison is routine, and more routine, the same every day, with only new faces and stories to change it. I lifted the rock up, and there lay a small box, a jewellery box for a necklace or something. I opened it and found a jewelled pendant, with a silver, jade and ebony bear paw print in the centre. It was linked to an American Indian style necklace. It loosely fitted, sitting in the hollow of my throat and sitting no lower. I stood up, again forgetting that I was taller than when I was nine, and hit my head on the bridge above. I waded across the river, and moved up the grassy hill to the side road my parents lived on. I knocked on the door, and after a moment, my father opened it. His old eyes, hidden behind glasses now, opened wide, and he gave a laughing shout and his arms were around my shoulders, and tears were in his eyes. I hugged him back, and I heard a startled cry from the hall, and mum was there too, all three of us standing in the doorway. There was a questioning voice, and someone came around the corner, and I saw her. Mary. But not Mary. Something different, someone else. I frowned, and she laughed and came forwards to hug me as well. She was young, only eleven or so. A tiny promise of naughty in her eyes, and Mary's hair. Her mother's... jesus. "Nicole?" Her wide jade eyes laughed at me, and she gave me a dazzling smile. "Last time I saw you, you were barely... what, four?" Mary's baby sister nodded and squeezed my waist in her little arms. "Yeah, that'd be about then. It's been a while. Mum's out of town, so I'm staying with Mr and Mrs Kane while she's away. You been working out, huh? All I remember of you is that picture up on the wall." I looked at the memory and almost smiled. But not quite. There was a hint of the person I was now, in the face and stance. But there was muscle where once there was nothing, and the eyes were different. "So where's Mary?" Nicole shrugged. "She's moved into the city these days. She works at a club called the Nhyte. She's one of the top bar girls there. She can do the whole Coyote Ugly spinning thing and everything. All the guys go after her, but she's still technically single." There was something in her voice, a hope almost. I hugged her and looked at mum, who smiled sadly at me. Dad cleared his throat, and held up a set of keys. "I can book you in at work tomorrow, you can get yourself a licence. You could ride before you could walk, so doing it legally shouldn't be a hassle. Wanna see if you can still steer the thing?" I held out my hands and Dad dropped the keys into my palm. I smiled then, feeling like I was home for the first time. I hadn't ridden in seven years now, but when I slid the bolt back from the garage door, and saw the little bike, I felt my eyes grow hot again. I touched the handle, and Dad cleared his throat from the doorway. "We've given that one to Nicole. She rides almost as good as you did at her age. I bought you something, thinking you'd get out one day and need it." He threw the covers back off of another bike, and the tears flowed. Slashes of black, silver and blue covered the outer casing, chrome covered the rest. It was beautiful. Sleek, fast, and with a small silver dragon on the fuel casing. Ducati. "You can go for a run if you like." I shook my head, and folded my hand over the keys. "No thanks, Dad. Maybe later. Right now, I just want to spend some time here." He nodded, and stepped back out of the garage. I followed, and we shut the gate slowly. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. "It's damn good to have you back, boy. Lets go have some dinner, huh?" Three days later, I was speeding down the highway, with fresh clothing and a liscence. The city beckoned me, and I was coming. There was more traffic on the road than there used to be, but for all the changes, there was little difference, or at least it seemed that way to me. Some of the buildings looked newer, and others didn't. The roads looked the same, although dotted here and there with some travesty that could have been modern art. Night fell, and I was still travelling. The bike was amazing. Smooth and powerful. It wanted to take me anywhere, but I just wanted to get to Mary. Soon enough, I was in the inner suburbs, and came across some familiar streets. The Nhyte was build on the bones of a pool hall my father had once frequented, and I stared up at the huge building which pulsed with a heartbeat of party music. There were hundreds of people there, and maybe even thousands, all clamouring to get in. I'd never seen anything like it. I stepped up to the entrance and looked around, a little stunned at the enormity of the place, and the fact that there were so many people, all trying to get in. There was a huge, tall guy on the front door, who was scanning the crowd with a professional eye, not budging an inch for all the screams, money or promises that were waved in his face. He caught my eye and jerked his head forward. I frowned, and turned, thinking he'd meant someone else. "I'm Jason Trojus, what can I do for you?" I didn't say anything, until I turned back and saw him staring at me. I opened my mouth, then leaned it closer. "I hear they're looking for some more workers. Security guys, whatever, you know?" He nodded. "I am. You askin'?" I nodded once, and he looked at his watch. "You wanna talk business, come back around two or three? It slows down a little after than, when the shift changes. We get more people on; it's a little easier to handle. See you then." I blinked, then nodded. I turned to go, and he grabbed my shoulder. "Look, if you wanna go in, have a look around, you're welcome. It's a private party upstairs, so if you want, get one of the girls in the bar to fix you a drink. It shouldn't be too busy." I swallowed and nodded, and his eyes narrowed. I pushed past him, and made my way through. There was an upstairs area that was completely packed, and a band played downstairs. I made my way over to the bar and sat down. I looked around, but couldn't see anyone. The club was quiet on the floor, with only a few people in. The larger room upstairs seemed to be completely packed, and I rubbed my chin as I considered it. It seemed like a nice place, and even if she wasn't here anymore, I DID need a job. I had the control, the ice temperment, and the skills to back up whatever happened. I'd never been any type of security guard, but then, this wasn't exactly security guard type work. I leant back against the bar and a voice broke through my train of thought. "What can I get you, hon?" I turned to the voice, and faced an incredibly beautiful woman of medium height with platinum blonde hair. Her eyes were a freakish blend of swirling orange and green, until I realised that they were contacts. I looked past her at the fridge and spotted some bottled water. I spread my hands and said that that would be fine. She nodded and opened up the fridge. There was a sound of clicking heels, and the woman turned her head as she opened the till. I handed her my money and took the top off. The water was cool, and reminded me of the creek Mary and I used to play in. I stared down at the bottle in my hands and realised that the woman who had served me was talking to someone at the other end of the bar. I stared at my hands, letting my hearing pick up anything in the room. I didn't even know why I was there. What was I expecting? To get out, grab a job, earn a million and get the girl of my dreams. Her last letter stated pretty emphatically that she wasn't interested. "I don't know how I'm gonna last down here for another thirty minutes, Lauren, I swear. These guys upstairs just stop drinking long enough to try and shag anything moving past, and then they go right back to it. If only they'd be a bit more charming than, "Hey love, your hair match downstairs too?" then I might consider actually being nice to them." Lauren laughed. "Then go. It's nothing we can't handle. I appreciate the fact you came in on your day off. C'mon, Mary, why don't you knock off?" She sighed. "God I miss..." Mary. I knew it was her. I knew her voice. I'd known her voice for as long as she'd used it. I put the bottle down and stood up. I didn't want to turn, but I knew I should. My eyes slid into hers, and my breath stopped. I knew I was crying, and I didn't care. My breath was ragged, and I tried to speak, but couldn't. The tray she was carrying hit the floor with a smash, and the glasses scattered everywhere. The smashing glass broke the spell, and she ran. I called out to her, and started to run. We collided against the back door, and burst out into the cool night. I reached out and grabbed her hand and she whirled around and slapped me. "You fucking bastard. You're alive." I massaged my jaw and didn't say anything. Mary's breath was steaming the night air. Her awkward curves were gone, slimmed away in pure woman. She had low cut black pants on and a white top. Her hair was caught up behind the nape of her neck in a gentle twisting ponytail, and her eyes were teared up. I stood back and stared at her. "You were all I had. I had nothing but you, and your letters. You were right. I was so scared if I told you how things were without you, that you'd run a mile and never come back. I thought you were safe from your father. You had the world and you were moving and changing, and all I had was you, and nothing else. Of course I'd come to find you." Her breath was coming fast, and her face was screwed up in anger, or something very much like it. Hurt. She was hurt. Because I was there. I straightened. "I shouldn't have. I thought... you've moved on, that's fine, I understand that. I thought... I didn't think. I've hurt you." She stepped closer to me, and put her hands on my chest. My heart was racing, and I held my hands over hers. She leant in and put her forehead on my chest. "What do you want?" I didn't know what to say. And yet, I did. I always had. "I want to be your one. When you feel all alone, and there's no one, I want to be. When the walls are closing in, I want to stop them. When the dark is there again, and you can't take anymore. I want to be the one you... I want... I want you. I always have. I always will. I just... I want you." She stared at me, and I stopped talking. I knew then. It had been a mistake to come. A mistake to... Mary slammed into me, her hands going around my neck and her lips pressing against mine. Her hands were on the back of my head, and then we were kissing, and it was all there was in the world. I wanted to talk, to let her know how much she meant to me, to do anything, to just kiss her. My hands snaked around her waist and lifted her against me. There wasn't anything else in the world except for the feeling of the two of us together, and feeling that was enough. There was an embarrassed cough, and we parted for a moment. Jason and Lauren stood at the doorway, with Jason looking up and Lauren looking on approvingly. "So I guess you're all right, then. See you on Thursday, kid." Mary laughed and kissed me again, and I heard the door close. Somehow we got back to her place, and Mary's hands ripped at my shirt. I had her top off in seconds, and we stumbled into her lounge room. The lights were off, but a fish tank in the corner provided a pale blue light to see by. Mary's shirt was over her head before we hit the floor, and mine was a button-less shredded mess in seconds. Mary moved against me like a drowning woman, clinging to me in powerful need. And I clung to her too. She reared back in surprise when she brought me out of my boxers. I was strong, and hard, and scared. She was kissing me lightly, moving against me, and I began to stammer. "Mare... I've...well you're...I'm... I've never..." Mary stopped for a moment. "I know. Ssh. It's ok. I waited for you, too." I frowned, and she coloured. I brought her up into the circle of my arms and kissed her again. Her breasts pressed against me, encased in silky, powder blue lace. My thumbs pressed hard against her nipples through the lace, and Mary gasped lightly and bit her lip. She rolled over, still kissing me with tender, light kisses. Our kisses deepened as I slid on top of her. Her arms were crossed over behind my neck, and her hips arced up against me. My hands shook slightly as I ran them over her body, feeling every inch of a body I'd known since childhood but never noticed. I had never before tasted a nectar as sweet as the one on her tongue, and I had to have her forever. Mary's eyes were open as we kissed, and we stared into each other's eyes for an eternity. Shyly, she pulled me against her, and her hands moved down between us to guide me into her. I met resistance and she winced, then bit her lip again. She nodded urgently, and I pushed harder. She cried out, and I was inside of her. Her arms were around me, holding me down into her shoulder, and she eased the pressure, and I reared back to see her. As I moved back, her faced changed again. I couldn't breathe for the sensation raging through my cock, and I swallowed and tried to focus as Mary's hands brought me up slowly. Her face moved from pain to something else slowly, and I moved inside of her again. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but I was on the brink of losing control. I laid down on top of her again and slowly moved inside of her, just slowly until I felt she was ready. I murmured my love into her ear, and her legs twisted around my waist. As she rolled on top of me, I gasped as the pressure built, and when she sat back down, I gushed inside of her. I gasped and swore, and Mary smiled. She sighed, and began to move up and down, milking my cock inside of her. I didn't get soft as she moved on top of me, but the sweat began to pour out of my body as I grew even harder. Mary was rolling her hips as she rode me, and her movement was speeding up. I was hard again, and the blood roared in my ears. My hands gripped her hips as her head lolled around boneless on her shoulders, her hair free from its loose ponytail. There were small sounds coming from her mouth, just tiny sounds. Exclamations and words that meant nothing to anyone else, other than the two of us. I felt her gush against me, and her body quivered. Unheard music swelled around us as she moved against me, laying over my body because she was always meant to be there. We lay like that for an eternity. Neither of us moved, but our hearts were beating fast and together, and maybe that was all we needed. I lay like that, perfectly happy. I opened my mouth as she took a deep breath. "I love you." We both said it at once, and then there was silence again. Mary's hands were on my shoulders, and her head lay on my chest. I could smell her chestnut hair, and felt my eyelids drooping closed. Our even breathing soothed one another, and we fell asleep like that. The next morning, the sun woke me as it spilled into the room. Mary stretched languidly, a naughty smile on her face as she surveyed the room and her path of destruction through my clothes. I gave a low laugh and she held out her arms. I picked her up and pressed her close to my body, kissing her as hard as I could. Her arms slipped up behind my head again, and she pressed herself closer to me. After a moment, she slid back down to the ground, and sighed happily. I looked around at her unit, and began to gather up my clothes. I slipped my jeans on, for modesty's sake if nothing else, and Mary giggled. "When did you get those?" I looked down and she was pointing to my abbs, and I smiled again. "I thought I should give me something to do inside. It was either this or cross-stitch. I'm not good with needles, so..." Mary threw my shirt around her shoulders and tied the ends together across her stomach. She was wearing my boxers, so at least she was mildly covered. Problem is, there was something unbelievable sexy about her dressed in my clothes, and my stomach growled. Mary quirked her naughty smile at me, and made her way into the kitchen. She poured two glasses of orange juice for us, and handed me one. Homecoming A phone began to ring, and Mary laughed as she looked around at the shambles we'd left her living room in, and I looked, too. The phone continued to ring, and I reached down and pulled it from out under the table and handed it to her. She smiled at me ruefully, and flipped it open. "Hey, it's mare. What's up?" She listened for a moment, then smiled. "Hey kiddo. Yeah, he's here. I'll put him on." She held out the phone, and I took it slowly. "Hey." Nicole's voice shouted down the phone. "There were two guys here looking for you. Lawyers. They say you have to ring them and talk to them to set up a meeting. There's some Franklin Roosevelt somebody or something that made you their will reciever." I frowned for a moment. "You mean the executer?" There was a rustle of paper, and Nicole hummed to herself for a moment, a habit Mary had when we were children, whenever she was thinking about something. "No, I'm pretty sure they said that's what they were there for. You get everything he owns. Is that the executor?" I shook my head. Crazy old bastard. "No, kid, but it's okay. I'll call by later. I gotta go shopping first." Mary covered her mouth, and giggled. Nicole cleared her throat and sighed. "Ok, sure, well, they're here now, so do I tell them to come back at lunchtime or something? They're standing out on the porch." I laughed and told her that would be fine. After I hung up the phone, I shook my head and stared at Mary. "An old friend I met inside made me the executor of his will. He'd been in prison nearly sixty damn years, what's he got left to have a will for?" Mary shook her head and shrugged. "Why don't we talk about it over lunch. I'm taking you shopping." I smiled at her. "Sure, but first, why don't we have some breakfast? I'm hungry..." Mary licked her lips and dropped her glasses on the table as she moved around into my arms. At last, I was truly home. Homecoming I look outside, the rain slapping against the window. It is nights like these that we cuddle up in front of the fire or make use of our queen-sized bed...or other favorite places in the house. I knew when we got married what I was signing on for, and I always support you. The city is only three hours away, but as much of your contracting is done there, you stay sometimes a week at a time, put up in a posh hotel by your clients. Often, I will stay with you enjoying the free amenities and comforts of a home away from home. We both agreed that we do not want to live nearer the city until your boss decides to make the offer we have been hoping for. We know he will pay enough for us to buy and live in our dream home, so we have been waiting on children and moving until then. You have been gone almost two days now, and although the passion of our last night still keeps me warm at night, I miss you. I want and need so much more. I was working on the desktop computer, finishing up a presentation due on Monday for my own job. It is late, but I cannot sleep, so I work late into the night. As I read it over, my head starts to nod, and I fall asleep chin propped on my hand. The lock clicks quietly. It is nearly three AM, and you don't want to wake me. You see the light from the screen glowing in the study. You have missed me, and the sight of me just in one of your t-shirts touches you, arouses you to know I wanted your scent close, on me. Still quiet, you shuffle up behind my chair, bending down. Your lips brush my cheek, my neck, sucking and licking, nibbling up to my ear. I moan in my sleep a bit, goose-bumps rising. "Baby, I'm home," you whisper gently in my ear. My eyes flutter open, and I move to rise. You grip my shoulders gently, caressing. Again your voice is husky in my ear, the hairs rising on my neck, "Stand but don't turn, yet." I do so slowly and press against you. Your arms come around me, and I reach up to caress your cheek, your kisses lingering over my collar bone and neck. I turn my head to meet your lips, kissing you deeply, passionately, our tongues meeting and toying with each other. I press against you as we kiss, and gasp feeling your cock a bulge waiting. "You do this to me," you whisper. "I couldn't think straight today or yesterday. All I thought of was you and your body. I want you, need you...I love you so much, I had to come home." You touch my breasts massaging them, pulling the shirt over my head then moving our bodies just enough to do so. Then, I push your fingers over the silk of my panties, wet and hot. "And how do you think I've been feeling? I want you so much, and yes I love you." Grinding my hips against you now, I hear you groan turning me to you, kissing me so deep our tongues joining again. Our need has us tugging and pulling at the rest of our clothes wildly still kissing. I break the kiss and push you roughly to the chair. I sit on you impaling myself on your cock, bouncing on your length buried in me, grinding begging for it harder. Your balls start hitting, smacking me. You can hear the sounds of our sex, the chair squeaking, my pussy so, so hot, wet, and tight. I feel you buried in me, thrusting hard into me, holding me to you, our bodies joined. I dig my nails into your shoulders and back, body shaking so hard, body tensing, tightening the muscles of my pussy around you cumming so hard screaming your name..."Robert...Robert..." My juices cover your throbbing, pulsating cock. You growl a bit and move forward, my legs wrapping around you possessively. You stand kissing me, devouring my mouth. Soon you are lowering us to the soft carpet, there's no time for anything else, our need is too great. Your cock is still throbbing inside me. You start thrusting again, now on top of me licking my breasts, sucking, biting. My back arches. You know my body so well, every spot that sets a fire deep inside me. Again, I tighten my pussy muscles on you. I keep grinding on you as you fuck me in and out over and over. I look into your eyes lost in the passion and need. "Oooh I'm cumming again!" I moan. "Fuck me so good and hard." I pull you down on me kissing you holding your ass. "You're such a cum slut. I missed you so much. I'm going to mark you as my little cum doll!" You pull out of my throbbing pussy and aim for my tits and stomach screaming "Yesss, baby, yes!" We collapse together, panting, unable to move. Lying together on the floor holding each other tightly, never wanting to let go. You brush back my hair and whisper, "Sweety, I got the raise. We can start looking for the house Monday." Homecoming I want to thank Techsan for editing my first submission. I hope you aren't tired of me already because I have some more for ya. Cheers. All, this is the very first submission I have ever entered. I appreciate any and all comments and criticisms. I am trying to get into the realism of interracial relationships in the south in the 1940's so its going to take me a while to get used to the vernacular and such. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944 He had to live through this. He had to live. Live. The only thoughts racing through Daniel's mind were of this: life, by any means necessary. There were no other thoughts clouding his mind at this moment—not of his pain-wracked body, his right leg shattered and torn; not of the agonizing sounds of death, his comrades, with whom only hours before he had nervously joked about French women and their insatiable appetite for American G.I.s; not the terrifying sounds of the two German soldiers in the next room of this small French cottage at the end of the city center of Ste-Mere-Eglise. Life was all there was. As he fought waves of nausea and the onset of shock, Daniel Carven willed himself not to look at the damage to his shattered leg, knowing that to know would do no good. Right now, it was better to concentrate on life, on getting through this alive. He imagined that the night sky he was staring at through the bedroom window of this humble sanctuary was the sky over his mother's house in North Carolina—clusters of diamonds set in a deep blue velvet swath of midnight sky. The apple blossoms carrying their sweet fragrance from the French orchards outside in the fields through the open window were transformed to the ambrosia-like aroma of the blossoms in his family's peach orchard. And for those few precious seconds, he was home. There was no shattered bone and torn flesh forcing its way through his dampened pant leg. There was no iron-tainted smell of his own blood soaking through his fatigues and spilling onto the cottage's modest stone floor. There was just Daniel Carven, son of Joshua Carven—and her. She was his best friend. He had to live to tell her this. She was his confident and he needed to share this moment with her. This was the moment when he knew for the first time in his 24 years who he was, who he was meant to be, and with whom he was meant to share his life. He had to live for her. The hysterical voices of the French villagers who owned this cottage drifted in and out of his consciousness. They were bravely confronting the German soldiers, desperate to conceal their unexpected ward from his inevitable execution. Daniel understood what he had to do. He couldn't let these good people, who had seen him parachute down from the heavens and land directly in the middle of their enemy-infested town square, die. He had come there to liberate them. Now they were protecting him at risk to their own lives. He had always been a "fixer" and now he had to fix this...and live through it. His determination doubled in the wake of the deafening silence that followed the sound of a single shot from a Lugar, abruptly ending the angry discourse between the cottage's middle-aged male inhabitant and preceding the agonizing wails of the Frenchman's wife. He understood both German and French. His mother had been fluent in both languages and spoke to him often in these tongues; he understood that the two German soldiers, who were determined to search the modest home, had grown weary of the farmer's tongue-wagging and decided to settle things once and for all. The shot was all the motivation Daniel needed. Ignoring the searing pain in his leg and the bruises he'd acquired during his drop, Daniel dragged himself to the bedroom door, which its occupants had left cracked rather than closed shut in order to draw suspicion away from the offending room. Daniel was a sharp shooter with the 505th, part of the United States Parachute Infantry that was supposed to drop down on this target, Ste-Mere-Eglise, on this fateful day, June 6, 1944—D day. As a sharp shooter, steady eyes, hands and nerves were the tools of his trade. Any other man in his condition wouldn't have been able summon the fortitude required to do what he had to do this moment. As luck would have it, his targets this night were mere feet from him, not hundreds of yards. His skill as a marksman wouldn't be taxed or compromised by his injuries. As he reached the bedroom door, his belly on the cold flagstone floor, his teeth gritting to ward off the screams of pain stuck in his throat, Daniel reached for his sidearm, a Colt M1911 service pistol. He drew the weapon. Fighting the blurring veils of pain dancing before his eyes, he took aim. The first shot caught the younger of the two German soldiers between the shoulder blades and exited just below the man's Adam's apple, shattering his windpipe and spraying blood in the face of his surprised comrade, who had not expected the attack. He dropped to the floor in a vain attempt to staunch the flood of his essence from this mortal wound. Daniel was lucky. The second soldier had not expected his adversary to be lying on his belly, taking aim at him. Before the soldier realized from where the shot had come, Daniel fired again, catching the second man between the eyes, the force of the blow knocking the soldier backwards. He fell on his back, mere feet from the front door. The farm woman had not expected this avenging angel to have survived his fall from grace, let alone come to her rescue. She stared on in shock and amazement at the events that had only taken seconds to unfold before her eyes. Her husband was dead; the men who had killed him—dead. The young man who should have been dead by all accounts lay sprawled in the doorway of the bedroom, his firearm still clutched in his bloody hands, a trail of blood leading from the middle of her savior's hiding place to where he now lay, seemingly helpless once again. "Mon Dieu," the woman muttered, a mixture of shock, sadness and surprise superimposed over her lined and weary farm-worn face. Her gaze shifted from the soldier in her bedroom doorway to the three bodies on the kitchen floor and then back to the young man. "He must live through this day," she prayed silently as she realized what she must do to save him. As if reading her thoughts, Daniel offered a weak smile and a raspy "merci" before passing out from the pain and loss of blood. Through crimson sheets of agony, he dreamt of home and Lula. Raleigh, North Carolina— June 30, 1941 "Daniel, if you don't get yourself in here right now and wash up for dinner, I'm gonna feed your dinner to Britches and you can fend for yourself tonight. Your mother and I didn't stand on our feet all day long cooking this Sunday dinner for our health." Daniel looked up from the skeletal remains of the tractor he'd been attempting to diagnose and grunted in acknowledgment of Caroline's admonishment. The middle-aged black woman had always intimidated him even more than his own mother and he was careful to show her just as much respect. Caroline, or "Mama Corning" or simply "Mama" as he affectionately called her, was in many ways his second mother. Caroline Corning and Emma Carven, his own mother, had been the closest of friends even though Mama had been in his mother's employ for more than twenty years. There had been only one time in his life when he had dared back-talk his second mother, and that had earned him a pop in the mouth from both his mother and his mama. He had learned not to test the limits of motherly discipline after that. Now it was, "yes, Mama," or "yes, Mom," depending on who was doing the talking. "I'll be in directly, Mama," Daniel replied, trying to suppress the irritation in his voice. He'd been working on the damn tractor all day long and it still couldn't figure out why it refused to start. Cursing under his breath for fear of incurring Mama's wrath should she hear such blasphemy, he began throwing his tools in his father's love-worn tool box, stopping only a moment to wipe his greasy hands on an old piece of cotton rag that used to be one of his father's favorite work rags. Sometimes he could swear that he still smelled his father's hands, oil-stained and wreaking of gasoline, on the rag even though the hundreds of washing the piece of cloth had withstood would have made that impossible. "Oh and, hon, please tell Lula its time for dinner," his own mother called after him as she replaced Mama's considerable frame in the kitchen doorway, wiping her own hands on her blue gingham apron tied around her slight frame. "Oh, geeze, Mom. I don't know where that girl is," Daniel complained instantly, looking after Lula was always a source of knee-jerk irritation to him. "What the heck do you want me to do - send out a search party for the girl? You heard Mama. She wants me in the house right now. If I stop to look for Lula, it'll be midnight before I sit down to eat. Let her take care of herself for once. I don't have time to look for her and do what you two tell me to do." Before the elder Mrs. Carven could respond, Mrs. Corning interrupted, her tone scathing, "Now you do what your mother tells you and go get Lula. The two of you should have stayed close to the house in the first place. You knew that we were almost ready to eat. I don't want to hear you talking back to your mother...you hear? And stop using that tone with her. It's not fitting. Now git." Daniel caught a glimpse of Mama's shadowy frame standing behind his mother and instantly felt guilty for challenging his mother's "honeydew" request. Upon receiving his marching orders from Mama and Mom, Daniel turned on his heels, grumbling obscenities under his breath and walking in the direction of the pond. He'd known where Lula had scampered off to all along; he just didn't feel like looking for her. She was a constant pain in his ass—not even a sister of his own flesh and blood, if he'd had one, could irritate him more than Lula. He was constantly put upon by both Mom and Mama to look after the girl; and Lula couldn't be bothered with him and defied him at every turn. If he told her that the "Moms" wanted her to come in to eat or they'd tan his hide, she'd refuse just to see him get into trouble. "Daniel Joshua Carven, what was that you just said?" Mrs. Carven shouted after him, her hands on her hips and casting a dour look at his direction through the screen door. "You'd better not have said what I thought you just said or this homecoming dinner is going to be your wake!" "Aw, give me a break, Mom. You know Lula's off somewhere not doing what she was supposed to be doing and I am going to be the one who gets into trouble if she doesn't want to come home," Daniel groused as he marched off the path that served as a driveway to the old plantation's spacious Georgian-style mansion and into the woods towards the property's pond. "Good grief. I hate that girl sometimes. She's nothing but trouble and twice as ornery." he mumbled as he kicked at the dry earth, creating dust clouds in his wake. As if to drive this point home, Daniel's foot nearly slipped on an empty bottle, the contents of which had only recently contained his mother's famous peach wine. The bottle was an indication that Lu had not only snuck off to go swimming when she should have been doing chores, but was also in all likelihood drunk as a monk and going to be twice a difficult. He'd keep this little tidbit of information to himself for blackmailing proposes, if that still worked on Lu. By the time he'd reach the edge of the pond gracing his parents' property, he had worked up a full-steam of resentment for Lula. She was always causing trouble and never catching any herself. This time was going to be different. Daniel was determined to drag her out of that damn pond by her hair if she didn't come with him as ordered; he silently prayed that she had passed out drunk on the bank. What a bonus for him—coming back to the house with a drunk and unconscious Lu slung over his shoulder, smelling like one of the Hamden boys after a three-day bender. No matter what state Lu was in, Daniel had already concluded that he'd be damned if his first night back from school would end with his getting yelled at by two imposing women while his "sister" stood in the shadows tittering and giggling at his predicament. Lula loved to see Daniel get into trouble; Daniel often wondered if his anguish was her sole source of pleasure. As he reached the clearing at the end of the path that lead to their swimming hole, Daniel stopped in his tracks as if stuck by a bolt of lighting. He knew where Lu had gone and what she was doing, but he had forgotten just how she was going to be doing it. He had ignored the trail of clothes—worn overalls, a thread-bare long-sleeved shirt, mud-caked work boots, cotton underwear—that he'd had to step over as he negotiated the path through the thicket leading to the pond. He would have done the same if he was drunk, sweaty and anxious to jump in the cold spring-fed waters of their local watering hole. What he had failed to remember was that in the four years that he'd been away at military school, Lu had grown from a skinny thirteen year old girl into a woman. This fact of life hadn't registered during his short visits at Christmas and spring-break, or even over his previous long summer visits, because the two had grown apart—Daniel opting to hang out with his own friends and chase after the girls who went to the summer socials he attended, and Lu gravitating towards her group of colored friends. For two years now, she'd had strings of what he now realized were male suitors boldly venturing up to the house to pay their respects to Mama and ask if Lu could go fishing or to church socials with the rest of "the gang." He understood now why Mama had been so cautious with these boys, interrogating them like she was considering giving them access to the family's bank accounts. He had never understood the harsh tone Mama used with these boys, but he understood now. Lu was not the little "pain in the ass" she used to be before he'd been shipped off to school. Lu was a woman, all curves and impossibly long legs that reminded him of his prized Arabian. Even drunk and disheveled, Lu was a vision, her once organized ponytail un-tethered, leaving her hair a mass of brown and copper Medusa-curls framing her cocoa face. She was a vision; she was drunk; and, she was naked, her lean muscular body sprawled out on the bank with the cool waters of the pond licking her at her toes. For seconds that seemed like hours, Daniel stood in dumbstruck silence. He hadn't been sure if Lu had heard his approach, but all indications seemed to the contrary. At first, he thought she was sleeping, her soft murmurs the vestiges of a drunkard's dream. Then, he noticed the placement of her hand, the long elegant digits disappearing between the smooth skin of her thighs, stroking and enticing, pulling those moans from her body like a snake charmer. She was drunk and she was touching herself. That was all he needed to shake off his stupor, turn on his heels and disappear back into the brush as silently as his tall shaken form would allow. He didn't want to believe what his eyes were seeing. He didn't want Lu to know what he had witnessed. "What if she thinks I was spying on her?" Daniel panicked, his rising fear mixed with a strange new sensation of arousal that he had yet to recognize let alone acknowledge. From the safety of the bushes lining the clearing to the bank, Daniel was loathed and shamed to admit what he was doing: he'd became a voyeur, watching this water-nymph pleasure herself on the shores of the pond where both he and Lu had learned to swim as children. He had convinced himself that he would wait for her to finish and then make another loud entrance, announcing his arrival so as to allow Lu a modicum of modesty. She would be pissed at the intrusion, but he argued with himself that this was the only way he could avoid getting his ears boxed for failing in his mission to retrieve Lu and maybe getting his ass kicked by his drunken childhood playmate. This is the lie he told himself as he watched the lithe form before him writhe in ecstasy, her nimble fingers deftly stoking the soft mound of ebony curls above the mouth of her entrance only to disappear deep between the thighs of those long brown legs, now glistening from the effects of alcohol-induced passion, the summer heat and her efforts to satisfy her need. As she worked, he detected soft feminine mewls of pleasure being pulled from the back of her throat. Wordless sounds of satisfaction were being teased effortlessly from her lips as her soft, pink tongue darted out intermittently to moisten her lips. Every few moments, Daniel detected a spike of arousal taking possession of her body as she bit her lower lip and arched her back while trying to secure purchase to reality by gripping handfuls of grass beneath her with her free hand. He had never seen a woman so satisfied, so gripped in the moment of passion; her efforts had begun to take their effect on Daniel as he stood watching this enchanting spectacle. For the few moments that he had stood there, watching...waiting, he hadn't noticed his breath quickening or his heart racing. He hadn't noticed the familiar tightness in his dungarees until he reached down from his hiding position to wipe his now damp and sticky palms on the thighs of his jeans. He had been too engrossed in what his "pain in the ass" had been engaged in to notice his own arousal. And, if truth be told, he didn't want to believe any of this was happening. He didn't want to acknowledge that the knobby-kneed, pigtailed Lu had turned into this temptress before him, her flat chest replaced with generous, soft cinnamon globes of flesh adorned with what he inexplicably imagined to be licorice gumdrops, the gangly legs and arms now in proportion to her long smooth torso and the flat plains of her stomach where he detected the slightest silhouette of a six-pack, the result of over a decade of farm work and the athletic endeavors of a tomboy. What surprised him even more than Lu's exhibition was his own reaction—the realization that she had aroused him. He had thought that the shame that flamed his cheeks as his unwelcome gaze graced the spectacle before him would have made arousal impossible—it hadn't. He had thought that the fact that this woman was the same person he had grown up with and teased as a child would negate any feelings his demanding manhood might muster if this circumstance had involved anyone else but Lu—it hadn't. Instead, his agony was plagued with both shame and arousal—want and regret—lust and recrimination. He knew all these things and still reached for the zipper of his jeans to release the tension that lay waiting there. Hypnotized by this snake charmer on the bank, her realized he needed to ease his own need even as Lu was releasing hers. As her own fingers quickened their pace, stroking, kneading, pinching and deliciously abusing the tender flesh of her body on the bank at the edge of the pond, Daniel's hand was now also stroking and teasing the steel member that had taken possession of him. His breathing was ragged even as he willed his lungs to silence the anguished ribbons of passion that fought to wrest control over him. He watched as her free hand wandered over the peaks and valleys of her own body, coming to rest on the soft mound of her left breast where she continued the ritual of kneading and teasing, her long fingers rolling the dark peaks of her erect nipple between them as she once again arched her back and allowed another spasm of pleasure to rip through her body. Homecoming As she lay there taking her pleasure, Daniel too was now caught in its gossamer web. Biting his lip to keep his own groans of satisfaction at bay and squeezing his eyes shut as if to ward off whatever demons had overtaken him to commit such an act of abuse to himself, Daniel felt the unmistakable beginnings of the cauldron of release in his belly. Fighting valiantly in a battle he knew he would lose, the young man tried to dismiss the thought of his Lu lying on the grassy bank tormenting her own body. She was giving herself the kind of pleasure he was now loathe to deny her by his own hand. In spite of their relationship, he wanted her. In spite of their history and the history their only living parents shared, he wanted her. Stroking and pulling his own manhood, urging it to release him from the pressure of his own need, Daniel knew that only a thin thread of reality was left between the man who stood in the brush shamelessly satisfying himself and the man who fought every ounce of restraint in his trembling body. The later wanted to march out from those bushes, take Lu—then and there on those banks—and finish what she had started. He wanted her and he knew that his thin thread of discretion was going to snap, soon if not today. His own salvation from the tortures of his self-imposed silence came to him as Lu's vocalized crescendo of ecstasy evoked his own release. As his own ecstasy threatened to explode his lungs, he bit the inside of his lip until he tasted his own coppery essence in order to avoid detection from his hiding place. Her body now spent, skin slick as evidence of both her efforts and the oppressive humidity the late North Carolina afternoon offered, Lula's frame slackened. She lay motionless on the bank with only the ragged sounds of her breathing and the stuttered rise and fall of her chest to indicate that she was still conscious from her own sensual onslaught. Daniel let the pressure-cooker of tension release from his lungs in silent exhalation. Reaching for the bottom of his T-shirt, he pulled the article of clothing down, using it to clean up the remnants of evidence that had not spilled onto the ground but instead rested mockingly on the hard, flat plain of his belly. In excruciating silence he backtracked down the trail, far enough to convince both him and Lu that what had transpired between the two of them had never happened. Girding his courage to face the one person in the world to whom he could never lie convincingly, Daniel steeled himself and called out to her. It was the start of the opening act the play that had just begun this long hot summer. Homecoming Danielle was shocked when I told her that I was a lesbian. I'd come back to my hometown, to settle my dad's estate after he died. She was my closest friend, until I left for the big city and a career in publishing. I called her before the trip, about getting together. Now we were in my room at the Star Motel, reminiscing about the "old days" when I told her about my sex life. "I can't believe you're a lesbian, Linda" she said. "How did that happen?" "It was easy. I think I always had a leaning in that direction." "I never noticed." "Hey, no big deal. What's been happening with you? Last I heard you were engaged to Tom what's his name?" "We were married for three years, then he found a bitch who was better in bed!" "That's a shame," I said. "Some guys are pricks!" We got a bottle of Scotch at the liquor store across the road from the motel and brought it back. We weren't sleepy and wanted to keep talking. It seemed natural to hold her hand as we crossed the road. When we got back to the room, I kissed her lightly on her lips and said, "Forget Tom. Life goes on." When I kissed her, Danielle hesitated, then kissed me back. "Let's drink to life," she said. "Open the bottle, and pour us a few drinks." I sat at the table in the room, and she got comfortable on the bed as we drank Scotch and compared notes about what had happened since we last saw each other. Finally, after two o'clock in the morning, I asked her if she wanted to go back home. "Can I stay here?" she asked. "There's nothing to do at home." I looked at her, spread out on the couch, with her skirt way up, and her legs exposed. "There's something here for you, honey." She caught my meaning. "I'd love to see what you have for me." I couldn't believe what she was saying! I'd never intended making out with her, and she seemed to be inviting me to have sex. Did she mean it, or was it just the booze talking? "Let's get serious," I said. "I want you so bad I can taste it. If you stay, I'm going to lick your breasts and suck on your nipples. Then, I'm going to eat your pussy. Have you ever been eaten by another woman?" "No," she said. "But there's a first time for every thing. Everybody seems to talk about oral sex, but I've never tried it." I lay down on the bed, next to her, and kissed her on the mouth. She moaned just a bit. Then I kissed her throat; she hesitated, then kissed my nipples, which were visible under my blouse. I hadn't worn a bra that day, maybe in anticipation of our meeting. "Take off your skirt and panties," I said, "I'm so horny that I'm going to eat your pussy. What do you think of that?" In a low voice she said, "Sounds good to me. What took you so long to get around to my cunt?" We lay down next to each other on the bed, with my head on her crotch, and her head on mine. I'd hoped for hot sex with her, but was still surprised that she was into my favorite way of having sex. As I explored her cunt with my tongue, she moaned. "Its your turn" I whispered into her ear, kissing and nibbling her earlobe, then I pulled her head down to my crotch. After thirty minutes of oral sex (more or less, but I wasn't keeping track of time), she asked a question: "Was I as good as your lover in New York?" "You were great," I said, "and I don't have lover waiting for me to get back." That was the beginning of a very hot week, while I finished the paper work for my dad's estate. In bed with her, I broke the news, "I have to get back to New York. My boss gave me time to come here, but I'm finished." We made passionate love that night, until the sun rose. As I packed for the trip, she asked, "Can you put me up in New York? There's nothing here for me." She moved in with me and is looking for a job in New York. In the meantime, I show her around New York, and we have sex as often as possible. Life doesn't get much better. Homecoming July, 2007 Jan came home for the mid-winter break from her junior year at university. Her younger brother, Danny, was off skiing with some friends, so it would be just her and her father for a while. Manny stood at the door watching when she drove up in her tiny Japanese sub-compact car, one of those gas-sipping two-seat death traps he figured were their revenge for Hiroshima. It had snowed the night before and Manny had gotten up extra early to make sure the driveway was cleared for her. He came out on the porch as she climbed out of her car and told her to leave her bags, that he'd get them later. "Just come on in and warm up," he said. But Jan was dressed in a comfortable tee shirt and jeans because the car had a better than average heater (and in the summer, an air conditioner that could make ice cubes on the dash board) and actually seemed to enjoy the cold air. She pushed her seat back forward and grabbed her duffel bag from the storage space behind it (where a real car would have a back seat) and walked with it to greet him. She was taller than he, and thin, like her mother. Her hair was a wild cascade of gold that flowed around her shoulders like water. She had a million-dollar smile (thanks for the most part to the five-thousand-dollar braces she had worn from age thirteen to sixteen) and bright green eyes. Her skin was an even bronze, the same as it was in the summer when she practically lived at the beach. Manny couldn't get over how beautiful she was. They hugged on the porch, and then went inside. He already had water simmering away for tea, and while she ran her bag upstairs to her room he readied the tea service and had it on the coffee table in the front room when she came down. He'd even brought out a box of her favorite cookies, which he'd bought the day he knew she'd be coming home. Jan sat on the couch and Manny settled into his favorite recliner. Jan poured tea for them both, and ripped open the box of coconut macaroons. Her eyes rolled back in sheer delight as she ate the first one. "God, these are so good!" she said, and she grabbed another from the box and sunk her sparkling white teeth into it. A very animal sound rumbled in her throat. He'd seen that look on her face and heard that noise come out of her before, but not because of a lousy cookie. He sipped his tea, and asked her how her drive had been. "It was pretty slick north of here," she confessed. "We got at least a half-foot more than you did down here." He recalled the first time she referred to the campus rather than the house she had grown up in as her home. It was the first weekend of her freshman year. So much for that, he had supposed at the time. "You look good," he told her. "You do, too," she said. They engaged in trivialities for the next few minutes while they finished their tea, and then Manny asked his daughter if she wanted to take a nap. "You must be tired from that drive." She eyes him curiously. "Not really," she said. "Daddy, is there something the matter?" His attitude had been off, somehow, since she walked in the door. He had seemed glad to have her home, but something else weighed on his mind. She could hear it in the clipped tones of his voice and see it in his tense shoulders. She immediately thought of health problems. He wasn't that old but he was at that age where things start to malfunction. Manny asked her again if she didn't want to go upstairs and rest a bit. She said she was fine. "But, you obviously aren't," she added. "What's the matter?" As an answer, Manny leaned forward and took up the TV remote that was on the table next to the tea service, and he flicked the set on and then activated the DVD player. The screen came to instant life and then Jan knew exactly what her father's problem was. "Oh, Jesus, Daddy," she said, squirming uncomfortably on the couch. "I never thought you'd see that. How did you find it?" He let the disc play. The main titles were crude renditions which didn't last long and the action started right off. Jan wasn't in the opening scene. Her bit came about ten minutes later. "What are you doing with a movie like that anyway?" It was as horrifying for Jan to know that her father watched porn movies as it was for Manny to have discovered his daughter acted in them. But, he wasn't about to be put on the defensive. "You want to tell me about this?" Jan couldn't make herself look at the TV. "It was two years ago, Daddy," she said. "I needed the money, bad." College kids always need money for something. He could accept that. "You could have come to me." She hadn't even tried. "It was right after the divorce," she told him. "Mom had just cleaned you out. I knew you didn't have it." Manny nodded understandingly. "So, you just did it once for the money?" he asked. "Yes." He reached under the cushion of his recliner and brought out three more DVD cases, which he tossed onto the couch beside her one at a time. "Then, what about this?" he asked with the first one. "And this? And this?" Jan was mortified. Her tanned face glowed red. This was one of those classic moments when people wish they could melt into a crack in the floor. "Daddy, do you have any idea how much money they paid me to make those?" "Is that all it was about? The money?" "Dad, the scholarship ran out last year. My job only goes so far, and do you know what the rates are on student loans? By the time I graduate I'd be in debt for another ten years." Manny sighed and sat back, and he glanced at the screen and saw it was just about time for his daughter to make her entrance as the maid who does more than windows. He turned away to face her again but pointed at the TV screen. "I've seen my daughter do things," he said, "that I could never get her mother to even think about." "Jesus, Daddy, you watched all these?" "Every minute of them." Jan held her face for a while, desperate to come up with a way to explain herself to her father. "Daddy, none of it means anything," she said softly. "It's just acting." "That's not acting," he said quickly. "Shakespeare is acting. This is fucking." She flinched at the word coming from her father. "This is fucking in front of a camera for money." "Daddy, I could never make that kind of money..." He wasn't ready to hear that. "Where the hell did you learn half of that stuff? It certainly wasn't here!" On the screen Jan had made her entrance and was in the process of sucking on the male lead's cock while the female lead fingered her from behind. In the other three discs Jan was the star. "There's nothing to learn," she said, an air of surrender entering her voice. "It's just...sex." "With strange men." "Yes, Daddy." "Two and three at a time." She nodded. No sense denying it if he'd seen them. "And women. Also two and three at a time." Jan was helpless, pinned like a butterfly in an exhibit. "What's next? Rex the Wonder Pup?" "Daddy, please." He stared at the TV screen and watched his daughter take a face-full of cum, licking it off her lips as if it were the most delicious substance on earth, almost the same reaction she had to the macaroon. "I suggested that to your mother once," he said. "Thought she was gonna kill me." Jan checked the screen to make sure she was seeing right. It was just a blowjob. "You mean, Mom never...?" "Your mother was a missionary position Baptist," he told her. "We were married a year before she let me leave the lights on." Jan couldn't believe it. "So, you guys never...?" Manny shook his head. "Honey, there's things you do to men in those movies I still haven't had done to me!" He was in his mid-fifties. What the hell was he possibly referring to? "Like what?" "Never mind, like what," he told her. "Do you have any idea how it makes me feel, watching you do these things?" Jan looked at the screen, where she was eating the female lead and the male lead was getting ready to take her in the ass. Then she looked at the three movies he'd tossed on the couch with her. "You watched all four of them?" she asked, even though he'd already told her he had, every minute of them. "It couldn't have been that painful. There must have been something you liked," she said. "My God, that's, like, eight hours of it." "And seventeen minutes," he corrected. "Eight hours and seventeen minutes of watching my daughter have the kind of sex I always dreamed of but never had, and now most likely never will." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're still young," she said. "I'm overweight (he was, slightly), gray (pepper-and-salt, she thought, but he still had a full head of thick hair), and I wear glasses (but they aren't welded to your head!). Who is going to want to do that sort of thing with me?" The obvious answer almost fell out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Have you tried?" Her question stumped him. "What do you mean, tried?" "Have you tried to get anyone to have sex with you since the divorce? My God, Dad, that was two whole year ago." And a few months, he thought. "Are you telling me you haven't been with anyone since?" He didn't answer, and that just confirmed her worst fear. "What have you been doing? Sitting here watching movies and..." She couldn't make herself say the rest. The idea of her father masturbating nauseated her, not because she didn't ever think of him as sexual person. Far from it. But she couldn't stand the idea of him having no one for a companion but his own fucking hand. "I haven't dated in almost thirty years," he said. "And things have changed. I don't know how to approach a woman any more and not wind up with a sexual harassment suit on my hands. And I'll be damned if I'm going to pay for it!" "Jesus, Dad, you don't have to do that! You're a very attractive man. You shouldn't have any trouble at all. I bet any number of women at work have been waiting for their turn once they heard about the divorce." He sat forward. On screen, she was getting fucked in the face by the male lead again, and in her pussy by the female lead wearing a strap-on. "Have you ever seen the women I work with?" Factory women. Hardly Cosmo material. She abandoned that train of thought. "But, still, there are other ways to meet people." "Internet chat rooms?" He laughed derisively. "I tried that once. Wound up talking dirty with a fourteen year old boy pretending to be his thirty year old mother." She needed to know how he found out the kid's truth but thought it best not to ask. "That happens," she said. "You have to be careful online. Could be cops, too, you know?" "I didn't know he was fourteen!" She waved them off the subject of chat rooms. "What about singles nights at bars?" He looked away. "I feel stupid," he said. "Like a piece of meat on display. A cube steak surrounded by filet mignon." "Stop it," she told him, and she reached for the remote and switched the TV off. "Your problem is, you have no self-confidence. Just because Mom left doesn't mean you aren't an attractive, sexy man." He laughed again, briefly. "Right," he said. Jan sat on the edge of the couch, stretched across the coffee table and took his hands. "Daddy, really," she said, softly, comfortingly, as if their roles had somehow gotten mixed up and she was the adult trying to make everything better. "All my friends in high school thought you were cute," she said. "Mary Teasdale, especially. God, how many times did she tell me all the fantasies she had about you!" Manny couldn't believe it. "Mary Teasdale?" he asked. "The little redhead that used to sleep over here on weekends?" The little redhead he used to think about being just one wall away while he jerked off in the shower before bed. "And she wasn't the only one," Jan said. "And you haven't changed much at all from then. It wasn't that long ago." It was an eternity. That was a different man, then, that was her father. That was the father of a cute little teenaged daughter, not the father of a grown-up porn star. "But that's not the point," he said, hoping to steer them back to the subject of her 'acting' career. "It most certainly is," she told him, and squeezed his hands. Hers were so much smaller than his, her fingers thin and long while his were strong and wide. "All you need," she added before he could protest again," is a little confidence." She pulled on his arms and dragged him to come sit beside her. She put the DVD cases on the coffee table and continued holding his hands, and she trapped his eyes with hers. "Now, let's pretend," she said. "We're out on a date, having a good time, dinner, dancing, whatever. We're alone." And they were. "You want to kiss me. How do you go about letting me know?" Manny stared at her, blushing. "I don't know," he said, and tried to turn away because he'd already had enough of this. Jan pulled him back. "Try it," she said. "It's just me. Pretend I'm the girl of your dreams, and you are just dieing to kiss me." He stared into her eyes, feeling her hands warm and soft on his own callused ones, and tried to see her as just a pretty young girl, not as his daughter. What his mind kept showing him, however, was the version of her he'd seen on the TV screen from her movies. "That's right," she told him reassuringly. "That's the look. Now, what do you do?" He stammered before trying an answer. "I...I tell you how lovely you look?" "Good start," she said. "Nice opening. And then?" And then he leaned his face in and kissed her. And, damn if she didn't kiss back. Manny snapped away from her, his eyes as wide as the saucers under their teacups. "Its okay, Daddy," she said, soothingly. She still held his hands, and she drew him slowly into her and kissed him again. Manny let the kiss linger far longer than he knew was proper and then he drew back slowly. "Jan, this isn't right." His daughter looked deeply into his eyes, trying to convey the turmoil that raged inside her like a hurricane. "Daddy," she said after a while, "I don't know how this is gonna make you feel, but all those times with those people in the movies, the only way I got through them, the only way I could make any of it real, was to think of you." He didn't understand. If anything, her thinking of her father and the way he would condemn what she was doing should have inhibited her, not inspired her. Unless... "I have wanted to be with you since I can remember," she told him. "You have no idea how many nights, when Mom would be out at her church meetings, I wanted to go to you, to be with you, to make you happy." Manny's astonishment made breathing a conscious effort. He felt light-headed, unreal, as if he'd left his body somehow and was seated beside himself, watching this drama unfold with his daughter the same way he had detached and watched her in her movies. "When Mom left I almost dropped out of school to come home and be with you," she said. "But I was so afraid you'd reject me." Jan moved in closer to him, put her arms around him, and held him tightly. Her breasts pushed into his chest. Her nipples grazed his shirt. She was warm and soft and yielding and Manny forced her away from him and got up. He lifted the tea tray and walked to the kitchen. "What do you thin you want for dinner?" he asked, as casually as if nothing unusual had transpired between them. "I thought maybe we'd call out for pizza." Jan heard dishes rattling in the sink. "My cooking isn't what it was anymore." Jan excused herself to go upstairs and take that nap after all, but she didn't sleep. On the very same bed where she had spent all her nights growing up, where she had first masturbated, alone in the dark under the covers, where she and Tad Stewart had first pretended to be lovers when they were still in the sixth grade, where she had spent so many nights listening to the silence coming out of her parents' bedroom and knowing something was wrong and wishing she could be the one to make them right for her father again, she lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. After a few hours she could stand no more and got up, having made the decision to head back to campus. Holidays be damned, she could not be in her father's house like this another minute. She freshened up in the bathroom and went downstairs to tell her father her decision. Halfway down the stairs she saw him on the couch, watching the TV, and as she hit the last step she realized what he was watching. One of her movies. She walked in softly, coming up beside him, and she looked at the screen that had his attention so strongly transfixed. It was one of her starring roles, the one that was what she actually considered the best work she'd ever done. At the moment she had one man up her ass and another in her pussy, and they were all about to climax together. "At least you made them wear condoms," Manny said, as casually as if she'd been sitting with him all along having a discussion about her films. "It's pretty standard procedure nowadays," she said. "Plays havoc with continuity," she added, and as if to illustrate her point on screen both men had slipped out of her body and were manipulating themselves as they ejaculated all over her belly and breasts. Miraculously, their condoms had vanished. "About an hour passed between those shots," she said. "We had lunch, talkerd about the afternoon's shoot." "So, you don't shoot these scenes in sequence?" he asked, and she sat beside him. "Depends on the director," she said. "Some do, some don't. This lady..." "A woman directed this?" "Quite a few women direct porn," Jan said. "Even if the credits have male names, most of the time it's women." Manny made a noise of incredulity. "I had no idea." "It's a business, Dad," she told him. "Like any other entertainment. It's not just people getting together and..." "Fucking," he finished for her when she hesitated. "There's a lot of work involved, especially if you don't happen to like the people you're working with." On screen, Jan was now in a shower with another woman, a slightly older woman with huge breasts that were so obviously fake they might as well have had Goodyear stamped on the sides. "Does that happen a lot?" Manny asked. "Not liking your costars?" "All the time. I hardly know any of them. It's not like we hang out or anything. We get called in to do a job, we do it, we get paid, and that's that." Manny tilted his head as he considered the action on the screen. "Kinda takes all the fun out of it," he said. "Sometimes," she told him. "I mean, sometimes it's..." But she couldn't get herself to tell him how wonderful it was sometimes, how real the orgasms were if she was with the right person, under the right circumstances. She'd just done her best to convince him it was just a job. Telling him now that sometimes it was great fun didn't seem appropriate. After a while he looked at her sideways. "You might as well say whatever it was you were going to say," he said. "I've seen it all, apparently, you have no reason to be shy now." She thought about how to word what she wanted to tell him. "I mean," she finally said, "it's not like we don't have fun. The guys get off, obviously. Guys can't fake that. But sometimes..." "You have orgasms with these people?" That was basically what she wanted to say, so she nodded. "Yes." The real answer was 'magnificent orgasms, monstrous orgasms' but she let it go at that. He went back to watching the screen. "So, you like doing this?" The truth was yes and no. "I could be doing worse," she said. "A weekend's worth of work can net me five or six thousand dollars." "Is that all it takes to make one of these? A weekend?" "The actual shooting, yes, that's about it. Post production takes about a week and then it's ready for distribution." Homecoming He looked at the small pile of movies stacked beside him. "How many have you made?" He'd thought he'd found all of hers, but if she was paying her tuition at five or six grand a clip, he had only the proverbial iceberg-tip in front of him. "Enough that I know what I'm talking about," she said. "And it doesn't bother you that people see you doing all this stuff?" She shrugged and then half-smiled. "I kinda like the idea," she said. "What if your brother saw one of these?" Jan hesitated. "He already has," she said. "The first one. I sent him a copy when it came out and asked him what he thought." "And?" She shrugged. "He said it was okay. He said he wanted to meet one of the girls in it." Manny shook his head sadly. "Daddy," she said, defensively, "I like knowing that these movies please people, that they enjoy themselves watching them." "You like the idea that guys jerk off watching you fuck?" More crudely put than she was comfortable with, but, "Yeah, sometimes." Manny unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Dad..." He started to stroke himself. "You said you liked it," he said. "Dad, really..." "You gonna watch? Or maybe you want to help?" "Dad..." He looked her square in the eyes and started stroking himself faster. "This isn't the first time I've done this watching you," he said. "Just the first time with you actually sitting here next to me, watching me back." "Oh, Dad..." He was getting close. She could tell by the way the tendons in his neck stretched tight. "Janice, please," he said pathetically. She pulled her hair back and put her face over his lap, closed her eyes and took him in her mouth. He came instantly. His hands went to the top of her head and his eyes rolled back as he felt himself empty into her mouth. "Oh, damn," he moaned. "Janice, damn." She wrapped her tongue around his throbbing cock-head and milked his shaft with her lips. When he was done she swallowed and moved off him, and licked her lips clean where some of his cum had spilled from the corners of her mouth. Manny carefully stuffed his spent cock back in his pants. "This isn't exactly how I saw this happening," he said ironically. "Me neither," she said. Manny watched the TV for a while. On screen Jan was engaged in a classic 69 with another girl, a cute brunette with a huge ass. They both had their hair in pigtails and wore white sneakers with ankle socks, but nothing else. Cheerleaders, he surmised. "Did I ever tell you why your mother left me?" They'd never really talked about it. Jan had always figured it was because her father was human and her mother was from another planet. She waited for him to continue. "You remember Becky?" he asked. "Becky? Becky Malcolm, Danny's friend up the street?" Manny nodded his head. "Your brother's friend," he verified. "Your mother was at one of her meetings on a Saturday. She was supposed to be gone all day. Becky came over to see Danny, who of course wasn't here, so she and I sat down to talk for a while." He laughed, and used the remote to lower the volume because Jan and her playmate on TV were getting awfully loud about eating each other. "Your mother came home much earlier than expected. She walked in. Becky and I were on the couch. This couch, right here." He patted the seat cushion, remembering. Jan tried to picture her father screwing a neighborhood teenager on the family sofa. "Maybe Mom got the wrong idea," Jan offered. Manny smiled. "Becky's legs were up in the air, I think she pretty much knew what was going on." Jan looked down at her lap, feeling totally disillusioned and just a bit jealous that skinny Becky Malcolm had gotten to have her father the way she had always wanted to. "I probably could have saved the marriage if I'd lied that day," Manny went on. "When your mom asked me 'why?', I could have said it was a mid-life crisis, that it was a one-time thing, and that it would never happen again." He turned away from the screen and watched his daughter's reaction. "Instead I told her the truth. I told her that having Becky was as close to having you as I was likely to get." Jan felt tears well up in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but had no idea what. Instead, she put her arms around his neck and hugged him, the way any little girl would hug her father at an emotional time like that. Manny laughed. "So, there we were, apparently, you and I," he said. "Each of us secretly wanting the other, with neither of us having the nerve to say anything or do anything about it. Now, look at us." Jan pulled back from him. Her face was a wreck, marred with tear streaks down her cheeks, her eyelashes matted to her lids. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Daddy," was all she could say. He put a finger across her lips and said, "Shhh." And then he took her in his arms and hugged her the way a loving father comforts and supports a confused daughter. "Hungry yet?" he asked her, whispering in her ear. She laughed between sobs. "Yes," she said. Her belly growled in agreement. "I'll call for that pizza," he said. "You still like mushrooms?" She went back upstairs to wash her face. Manny shut down the movie and took the disc out, and put in another, not one of hers, a big-budget Hollywood extravaganza about outer space pirates. He got sodas and paper plates from the kitchen and had everything set up on the coffee table by the time she came back downstairs. The pizza arrived shortly thereafter and they sat down, ate, and watched the movie, huddled together on the couch against the winter cold and the additional chill created by shared memories and regrets. By the time the movie was over Jan was asleep leaning against her father's chest. He kissed the top of her head and lowered the volume, and he watched the special features he had seen so often there was nothing special about them any longer and he let her sleep. An hour later he kissed her head again and eased her awake. "Let's go to bed," he said. He put the rest of the pizza in the refrigerator and listened to Jan trudge sleepily up the stairs. He shut down the lights, made sure the doors were locked, and went upstairs himself, did what he had to do in the bathroom, and walked into his bedroom to get ready. Jan was in his bed, under the covers. Her clothes were in a pile beside the bed. He sat beside her and stroked her hair. "This isn't what I meant," he said. Jan pulled the covers down for him, and he could see her amazing body beneath, all warm and waiting for him. He'd seen her in the movies, more than he could see there, but still the sight of her aroused him instantly as if he was seeing her for the first time. "Are you sure?" he asked her. She merely smiled at him. Manny got undressed, and instead of putting his flannel pajama bottoms on as was his custom, he slipped naked under the covers with her. They held each other in silence. She felt his erection pushing against her thighs. He did his best to keep his hands from encountering anything essential and eventually his cock calmed down and behaved itself.. Jan fell back to sleep, and after a while Manny turned off the nightstand lamp and did the same. Sometime during the night he awoke and felt her hands massaging him. She kneaded his belly and hips, and one hand explored his cock and balls while the other played with the sinewy muscles of his upper legs. While he lay still, staring up into the dark, she kissed his belly and her lips set fire to his skin wherever they touched. She moved down and when she kissed him again his cock fell across her face. She kissed it, and then his balls as he opened his legs for her. He drew her up to him, and she lay atop her father, feeling his cock trying to enter her directly through her abdomen while she kissed his lips and face. His hands went to her back, traced the curve of her spine to her hips, and then he cupped the soft round globes of her ass. He made comparisons to the way her mother had felt, on those odd times when she let him touch her like that. There were none. Jan moaned, and then sat up, the covers piling up in back of her. She moved slightly and put her pussy directly over his manhood, and waited while he eased himself inside her. She took his hands away and lifted them over his head, and as she stretched out over him her nipples grazed his chin and then his lips, and he sucked on them and nipped at them, and then she sat up again, her hands braced against his belly. She tilted her pelvis over him, back and forth, grinding her cunt against him, taking as much of his cock inside as there was to take. In the dark he could only see her outline against the backdrop of the curtained windows, and for a moment he could have mistaken her for her mother, years ago when they were young, but then Jan's mother never would have been in that position doing that to him, so he knew it wasn't her. It was the last time he gave her mother another thought. Jan began to ride him as if posting trot on a horse. Her pussy was surprisingly tight (after all those movies?) and he lay back and let her fuck him. Nicely balanced over him, she moved one of her hands up to her chest and played with her nipples. Daring gravity, she moved the other down to touch her clit. In no time she was breathing heavily, and so was he. "Do it, Janice," he said softly into the dark, and she responded by moving even faster on him, so fast and hard that her ass slapped against his thighs each time she came back down, impaled on his cock. She moaned, just once, and that was all he needed. His hands suddenly gripped her hips and squeezed and he cried out her name as his cock erupted inside her. Jan sunk her cunt as deeply over him as she could, and let her womb muscles do the moving from then on. To Manny it felt like she had a hand inside herself, holding him, tugging on him. She whimpered and tried to keep her orgasm back, but couldn't, and in a few seconds she was shivering with pleasure. Afterwards, they lay in the dark in each other's arms, listening to each other breathe, neither one ready to surrender to sleep again quite yet. "I love you," he said softly, catching her off guard. "I love you, too," she said, and yet it sounded so fake, so hollow, like one of the lines in one of her movies. She feared he wouldn't believe her. "I really do," she added. He bear-hugged her once, and kissed her shoulder, and she could feel him smile in the dark. "Good night, Princess," he said, using a name for her he hadn't used since she was ten. "Good night, Daddy." And that was just the first day. Homecoming It had been two weeks since I had left the house for the eco-challenge. I risked life and limb for the thrill of pushing myself to my absolute limit. Four days of scaling rock walls, running through the woods at night, and kayaking through water that was barely above freezing. It was amazing. I got to the top of a mountain peak and peered in every direction. I was standing on top of the world and although it was only a single step in a race that seemed eternal, it was a moment that would always live in my mind. It was a moment that defines life. It was a moment that people remember on their death bed. It was a moment that meant nothing until I shared it with my love. I took the picture into my mind, closed my eyes and thought about the feelings that I felt at that moment. I soaked all the feelings of fatigue, fear, pain and love into my mind and stored it away. It wouldn't mean anything, until I could share it with her. Nothing meant anything without sharing it with her. I finished the race. I wasn't first or last. It didn't matter. I wasn't running the race against the other people on the mountain. I was running the race for myself. Crossing the finish line a few people took pictures of me. They came over and put a silver space blanket over me. I felt no emotion except missing her and wanting her arms around me. The fatigue in my legs was seeping into my mind. The anesthetic of the chase was wearing off and my body was taking an inventory of what was damaged and what was working. My mind was focused on finding the people that took my picture coming across the finish line. I had to find them and get the pictures to show her. Nothing that I experienced in my life mattered without her. The hotel room seemed even more empty than normal. Two weeks was too long not to feel her touch, touch her face, and kiss her lips... It was just too long. I missed her down to my soul. I called but she wasn't home. I left a message. "My Love... I miss you more than I can possibly express. I'm getting on a plane to come home. I love you." I sat in the chair and thought about the experience I just had. It was amazing. There is something deeply fulfilling about pushing my body further than I think it will go. There is something about moving past that point in my mind where I don't think I can go on. She enjoyed doing that to me too. She loved to push me. My thoughts always came back to her. She was all that mattered. The plane ride was spent in deep slumber and going through the airport was surreal with people rushing in constant panic to and fro. I met her coming up the ramp. We embraced and kissed. She grabbed my chin. "God, I missed you love... two weeks is too long." She said, staring deeply into my eyes. "Yes Love, too long..." I replied. We arrived at home and at first things were very normal. I moved my expedition things to the spare bedroom. The house was perfect and I knew that she was just getting home from traveling for the last ten days. The house had been empty but I left it in absolutely perfect condition and that was exactly the way that it was when we walked through the door. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. She walked into the office and started doing something that I couldn't see. She shut the door, and I knew that was a sign that something was about to happen. She was going to reclaim her property. She wanted to establish her ownership again. We had not been together that way for quite a while and I knew that it was coming. I knew that she just couldn't go very long without a physical reminder of who she was, and how I was... and who I belonged to. The butterflies started in my stomach. I finished unpacking and went in and started to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen. I knew that I had been very neglectful in my personal duties while I was gone and that would not make her happy tonight. I trimmed my hair, shaved myself very closely, and took all the hair off my body. I knew what she expected and I always tried to give it to her. Pleasing her was my only reason for existence. She was my whole world. Sitting in the tub watching the hair come off, I couldn't help but get very aroused. My erection grew and I touched my new shaved skin. It was so soft and smooth. I imagined her fingers running over my body. I imagined her breath on my neck. I imagined her words in my ears telling me the things that I fear and love to hear. She will be so amazingly beautiful there standing over me in her leather. Looking down at me, above her property. I will be looking up at her hoping she likes what she sees. She is everything to me. "Start dinner.... Italian." She said from the study. I awoke from my fantasy. I quickly jumped out of the tub and dried off. Even the towel on my skin felt so sexy. I loved being this way for her. I loved being so aroused and ready to please, and I knew that she would love to have me this way. The kitchen was perfect when I walked in. I had on a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I wasn't sure that she wanted me to go the full route just yet. I always found it better to act totally normal, until she told me otherwise. Jumping the gun on something like this was just not very smart. She did not want me to seem like I was in control. I hadn't seen her since I came home, and I figured that she was mentally preparing herself for this evening. I knew that if I wasn't in for something tonight, then she would have jumped on me when we walked through the door. This was a much more interesting way of getting reacquainted with each other. Dinner didn't take long to make. It was fun to be back in the kitchen in my apron, and it was hard for me to come to grips with the fact that one short day before I was crossing the finish line of the race, fatigued and missing her. Now she was only a few feet away and we weren't together. This was a stage that she was setting, and setting it well. The tension would mount to a fever pitch and the intensity would make tonight something that we both would never forget. She came out when she smelled the food. The table was already set. It was set for one. She sat down and took a sip of the wine that I had poured for her. She smiled at me. I smiled back and served her dinner. She ate in silence, never taking her eyes off me. She motioned for me to come to her. I started to walk, and she pointed a single finger at the floor. I stopped and dropped to my knees and crawled over. "Take your clothes off pet." She said looking down at me. I quickly disrobed and looked up at her. The words came out of her mouth like music. At that point I knew this night would be an experience that I would remember just as much as being at the top of that peak. The butterflies started in my stomach and that sweet, serene feeling of submission overwhelmed me. I loved her more than anything. She smiled down at me and put some pasta on a fork and put it in my mouth. I chewed and looked up at her. She held out her glass of wine and I held it for her at the exact height that she had left it. She kept eating bite after bite of her food. She was such a vision to watch as her beautiful fingers moved over the fork. I thought about how lucky it was to be her fork. I wanted to be her fork so much. "God, I missed you so much my pet. You go away from me and I have no one here to worship me. I have no one to torture. I have no one to love." She said putting another bite in my mouth. "I'm sorry my Mistress. The only positive thing about being away from you, is being reunited my love." I stared deeply into her eyes. She stared back and smiled. She finished eating and feeding me. It was a special meal. Without warning she rose and departed. She spoke to me without looking at me, as she departed the dining room. "Clean up the dishes, and put on only the apron. No more clothes for you tonight." "Yes my Mistress..." was my reply to her back. I watched her as she walked away. Her tight thighs and legs flexed under her jeans. Her shoulders moved back and forth under her t-shirt. She truly was a Goddess to be worshipped. I loved the way she moved. Her movements were athletic and I loved the way that she carried her body across the floor. It seemed so perfect to my naked eye. So much more perfect than my lumbering manner. I sat there on the floor for a few minutes and thought about the meal. I couldn't believe how deeply I had fallen into her. Her love filled me with a sense of joy and passion that I just couldn't put into words. It was such a deep emotion mixed with something that went far beyond emotion. It went far beyond anything that I could possibly describe. It was just right. I belonged to her; body, mind and soul. I cleaned up the dishes and took pride in putting the kitchen right back the way I found it. I loved keeping the house in perfect condition always. It was a responsibility that I took very seriously. I never did anything half way and when I had agreed to wear her collar I made a sacred vow to always be her perfect submissive, her perfect pet, and her perfect wife. She paid me back by being my perfect Domme. She guided me to new heights of love, passion and submission. Every working relationship has a dominant person and a submissive person. We had a perfect relationship because of that knowledge; we eliminated all struggles from ourselves, and our love. It was a perfect love. We shared the kind of love that people write stories about. "I love you pet... you cleaned the whole kitchen. You are such a hard worker. You work so hard to please me." She said with a wide smile. She was wearing a black silk robe. Under the robe I could see the leather boots and heels. I wasn't sure what I was in for tonight, but my erection was growing. "Yes my Mistress, I always feel an obligation to put it back the way that I found it. It's my way of showing you how much I love and worship you." I said honestly. "You really do worship me don't you pet?" She said looking deeply into my eyes. Her crimson fingernail running down her neck, through her hair, and down between the two sides of her robe. The finger dipped behind the flap of her robe and moved over her breast. My imagination was running wild with the thought of what it must look like under that robe. She was such an amazing vision. The look in her eyes completely melted my defenses. "Oh God, yes my Mistress." my mouth was open. My pupils were completely dilated, my attention completely focused on her. I didn't even notice that she reached over and grabbed my testicles through the apron. She squeezed them with her red nails. They dug in just enough to give me a twinge of pain and make me understand that these were very much her property. "Mmmmm... you are such a good pet. It's been a while my pet and you need to be taken again don't you?" She said with an evil smile, staring into my eyes like a predator. "Oh God yes my Mistress, I do need to be taken." I had visions of her bending me over the kitchen table and taking me hard and deep with her strap-on. God, I would have killed to have her slamming into me at that point. The arousal in my mind was building to a fever pitch. She always knew exactly what to do and what to say to drive me insane with lust and desire. She played me like a fine instrument. She always hit the notes of passion that she sought in me. "Go wait for me in the spare bedroom. We're not using the dungeon tonight. Strip and be hard. Come to the room in a half hour." She said alternating squeezing my testicles and stroking what must have been her nipple. Her eyes were on fire. "Yes my Mistress... as you wish always..." I said, my eyes half closed in the passion and slight pain that she was causing me. She walked away and left in her wake a flood of perfume and scent that filled my nostrils and my mind. It was a part of her ownership of me. Her love struck a chord in me. It was controlling. I loved that she controlled me. I went to the room and instinctively knelt down and put my head down on the floor in the position of submission. I was waiting for what I thought was a half hour. Every second was agony. My erection raged between my legs and the waves of lust flowed through me. Those waves were quickly translated into submission when they hit my mind. I ran the memory of her face over and over in my mind. Imagining the look in her eyes, the way she smelled, and the music of her voice. It kept me hard and then some. I was getting more aroused at the thought of what might be to come. I was also afraid. At the end of what I thought was a half hour I crawled to the door and knocked three times. It opened and I went from a very bright hallway to a dark room. The darkness engulfed me and blinded me. I was completely helpless. I could smell her and it drove into me a spike of both fear and anticipation. It was that feeling that I could taste. It was an intensity that she was building by leaving me alone for the first hours being home. I felt hands on my shoulders. They ran over my shoulders and down the front of my chest. I smelled leather in my face and I knew that I was between her breasts. I wanted more than anything to just put out my tongue. Lick and worship the objects of my total desire. Every nerve in my body screamed to worship them. My submission to her, wouldn't allow it. I worshipped her too much to give in to my male desires. She was in charge, as she should be. "Mmmmm good, it's hard.... you have been a very good pet since you've been home...." She said. I didn't reply. I just stood there blind and completely at her command. Her scent filled my nostrils and I couldn't shake the feeling of her hands running down the front of my body. It was like her hands had left a ghost trail. I felt it over and over again. Her aura was invading my mind and soul. I could feel my will slowly slipping away. In a state of total sexual arousal, I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment. "Do you like my boots pet? They are new." She asked. "I can't see them...." I gasped, barely able to speak. She slapped me in the face hard. I was shocked. "I can't see them... WHAT?" She replied harshly. "I can't see them my Mistress... " I replied instinctively. I was taken back by her nature. I felt like I was being sucked into her world. I was out of her world for a while but I was falling back into line. It was comfortable being back at her feet. It was like putting on a broken in pair of shoes. It felt right. I wasn't resisting the process at all. "Then why don't you get down there and take a closer look... get very, very close." She said, the harsh tone gone from her voice. Without hesitation I moved my face to her feet and got my face down very close to her boots. I could smell the leather, and when I got down to them I saw that they were thigh high black leather boots. The heels here about five inches long and they were amazingly sexy on her very hard legs. Her whole image was starting to come into view now. I could see that her hard body was inside a leather one piece with the boots and gloves with the fingers cut out of them. She had something in her hand and she walked around behind me. I was kneeling with my face down close to the ground and my ass high in the air. "Stay just like that... freeze... mmmmmm you look so yummy down there pet..." She said and her words just filled my mind like the pleasure that I felt when she held my cock. She walked around me and I could hear the click of her heels on the hard wood floor. Her hands worked their way over my face, down my shoulders, and across my ass. My entire body felt like it was on fire. She leaned down behind me and ran her hands from my shoulders back my arms, drawing my arms behind my back. Her boots were rubbing against my ass and the feel of the leather against me was almost more than I could take. I didn't even notice that she had tied my arms behind my back with rope, until she walked back around to the front of me and I realized that I couldn't move them. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings and I looked up at her with what must have been a wounded look. She loved to put me in bondage, especially when I'm so turned on that I don't know that it's being done. She loves the look on my face when I realize that I'm helpless, and wondering how I got there so fast. The look on her face when she sees me like that is priceless. "Now pet, you are going to be reacquainted with my world. I expect obedience. If you do not obey you will be punished. Understand?" She asked grabbing my chin in her hands and looking deeply into my eyes. "Yes my Mistress." I said with my helpless look that seemed to arouse her. I couldn't resist. The ropes were cutting into my wrists a bit and I just couldn't resist. I couldn't move and I had to admit to myself that I didn't want to go anywhere. I would submit to anything that she wanted me to do, and that thought scared me more than anything. I loved her so much that I would endure anything just for her attention. I would endure the worst torture for one smile on her beautiful lips. "Good pet, very good pet.... now that is the last that I want to hear from you for a very long time. I'm going to gag you with this nice gag. Mmmmm... I know you aren't gay, but won't it feel nice to suck on the head of this cock... this fake cock for me?" She said and I started to refuse but she roughly grabbed my head and shoved it into my mouth and attached it at the back. "Maybe sometime soon we can arrange for a real cock.... oooh I just know you would love that... wouldn't you? Sorry... you can't answer, we'll just take that as a yes... " She said laughing her evil laugh that sent a chill to my soul. "God, you just look good enough to eat down there. I've wanted you down there for the last two weeks. This is going to be a long night and by the end of it. You'll be mine again. You'll be begging me to never let this night end. I want to remind you that you are mine. All mine." She whispered in my ear softly and caressing my nipple with her nails. It was driving me crazy. She pushed my head down to her feet. Her shoes so close to my face. I could smell the leather and her scent. It was an amazing combination. "See these new boots. You should have seen the nice submissive boy that sold them to me. I wanted to dominate him so much. He offered to throw in a free tongue shine for free." She was smiling and seemed to really be enjoying this thoroughly. "Oh boy, do you know how long I've fantasized about having you here at my feet. Do you have any idea how much I wanted you to be in that kitchen. I've needed my wife for the past two weeks. I had everything... but all I could think of was my desire to TAKE you... and I will... I am taking you." She said, and she walked around to the back of me again. She reached down between my legs and pulled my cock and balls down between my legs. "Oh pet, you shaved for me. You do know how to please me." She forced my legs apart with her feet. I felt something being placed around my cock and balls very tightly. Not so tight that it cut off the circulation to my erection but tight enough that I knew it was there. I could also feel that she was working back there for a little while. I was almost in a daze and not even caring what she was doing. I had thought about what she would be like when I got home. I knew that it wouldn't be all pleasure. I knew that she had a dark side. "This collar is now irremovable by you, pet. I want to show you an interesting feature of it." She said with an evil laugh that went through me like a cold December breeze. With that I felt a severe shock start between my legs and course through me like a dart inside my body. Landing in my brain and jolting my entire body. "That's right, a shock collar on your cock and balls. This is going to solidify my control over you. I knew you wouldn't mind. I picked it up at the same fetish shop where I got the boots. I even tried it out on the nice submissive boy. I know... I can get him to come and you can suck him off. I like that idea." She laughed another evil laugh. "Just don't give me too much of an excuse to use this collar. The voltage automatically increases with every use.... a devious little feature that I love. Just imagine when we go out together knowing that I could shock you at any time. You will always wonder when I reach into my bag if I'm reaching for the remote. Just to give you a wake-up call. Won't that be great pet?" She then came around to the front of me, and attached a collar around my neck. "Mmmm... this one doesn't shock you... or does it?" She laughed an evil laugh. It was the collar that she collared me with. I fantasized every night about wearing it again. It felt so good to feel her put it around my neck. Somehow I wasn't whole without it anymore. Homecoming I was now starting to get scared. That shock brought tears to my eyes and if it increased in voltage each time she used it? It wouldn't take long before it would be completely unbearable. The collar around my neck was then attached to a fastener in the floor. It kept my head very close to the floor. She then walked around behind me. She was talking to me the whole time. "Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to torture you this week. When you leave me alone for that long I have no choice but to think of evil things to do to you. I just can't help myself. I know that you understood that tonight wasn't going to be all fun when I put that gag on right away and bound you as soon as you came in the door. I know you aren't a stupid pet, but boy you are such a slut. You let me do anything I want to you. All that trouble because of those hormones running through your blood. It's so easy to torment you pet. Males are just so weak. You should thank the Goddess every day for giving you that prostrate gland for pleasure when I fuck you. Maybe I will fuck you tonight. You would like that wouldn't you? Being fucked hard and deep like the whore slut that you are... mmmmmm.. I know I will like it..." "Now pet, you are going to suffer for me. I'm going to love watching you suffer. Look at those nice balls. They are going to look so much nicer under my heel and maybe even a little bruised." With that she put a heel down between my testicles. The pain went through me and I raised my head as the pain shot through my scrotum. She slowly ground her heel down on my scrotum between my testicles. I could feel the heel cutting in just a little bit. It was enough to scare me. "You've fantasized about putting the contents of these things inside me haven't you... you little bitch. That's not going to happen for a while. We have a long way to go before I allow you inside me again." She rose up her heel and but the front of her shoe right on my left testicle. I was frozen. She pressed down, slowly but firmly... crushing it under her weight. The pain made me scream inside the gag. She let up and laughed... "Awwww... no damage done pet... you are doing so well little one... but just think how easily I could have put my full weight on them. Then it would be one down, one to go." The ropes were really starting to burn my arms and my shoulders were getting so tight. She then ran her heel along the length of my cock. She was stroking it back and forth in such a torturous way that it was the ultimate pain and pleasure. I heard something that sounded like a match. I turned my head and out of the corner of my eye I could see that she had lit a candle. It was burning brightly and she turned around to sit on my ass. My balls still exposed in a very open way behind me. The butterflies were going through my stomach will full force. I felt a pain that was unlike anything I had ever felt before. She dripped wax on my testicles. I screamed inside the gag. She then started to scrape it off with the heel of her boot. "God you slut, you are so amazing. I am going to love doing this to you all the time." The wax just kept falling and she kept taking it off little by little with the sharp heel of her boot. Every once in a while she reached down to squeeze my balls and take some wax off with her nails. The thought of what that looked like, her nails scraping wax off my balls, gave me a feeling of pleasure and beauty despite the pain. I then realized that the dildo that was being used as a gag was double sided. I could see five inches of latex cock sticking out past my mouth. "Mmmm.... oh pet, you are such a good little slut. Now I'm so wet and ready to cum, and look, you've noticed the cock that I love to ride, and it's not the one that attached to your body, awwww too bad. Turn over slowly or you might damage something down there that I want to damage later." she said laughing again out loud that evil laugh that just shot through my entire body. Even though my testicles were very sore already I knew there was so much more to come. I was proud to suffer for her and I took pride in my ability to maintain myself as she tortured me. It felt very natural enduring pain for her. My love for her was never as strong as when she did these things to me. It was the trust and love that kept my sanity as she drove me closer and closer to the limits of my body and mind. Just like the race, this was testing my metal. The stakes were so much higher. I slowly turned over. She untied me and my arms were too stiff to even think of resistance. The pain that I endured between my legs was almost more than I could handle and weakened me like a child. It had completely drained me of strength. The fatigue that was left over from the physical challenge of the last two weeks was ever present in my body. The soreness just kissed a little more pain on top of the exquisite agony that she was dishing out. She quickly tied my arms to other holes in the floor and soon my arms were spread out wide. I was on my back with my neck, testicles and arms secured to the floor. She got up and walked around me. She looked down deeply into my eyes. Her stare penetrated me and I saw the love that she felt for me. Her love beamed out of her eyes. It was combined with her obvious pleasure at the scene that she had created. She loved torturous visions. She loved creating visions of pain and pleasure to push the limits of both. "You have suffered for me pet. I just want you to realize that I love you. I'm not doing this to punish you. These are the kisses of your Mistress. I'm going to enjoy this so much." With that she straddled my head. I was looking right up between her legs and she took off her one piece and I saw her beauty from below. She looked like a Goddess in the candlelight. She was an amazing erotic predator. She consumed me like prey. Batting me about like a cat with a mouse. I was her toy. She slowly lowered herself down on the dildo sticking out of my mouth. I could smell her so close to my face and the feeling of having my face ridden was so amazing. She moved up and down, and leaned forward and started to stroke my cock. It felt sooo good. She moved up and down and I had trouble breathing when she came down all the way on my face. The other hole was so close to my nostrils that the smell of it invaded me. I couldn't believe that it was so erotic to me. The smells of both of her holes were putting me in Heaven. Her juices were soaking my face now and running down my cheeks. She kept stroking my cock. The feelings were building and I could hear her moaning louder and louder as she rode my face. I could also feel the cum starting to boil in my bruised testicles. I was going to cum very soon. She then put all of her weight on my face and took her boot and pressed down time and again on my testicles as she jerked me off. I started to cum. The force of her pressing on my testicles was forcing the cum out of me. It was extreme pain and pleasure. When she saw the cum shooting out of my cock, she came very hard and drenched my face with her juices. She sat there and I couldn't breath. I could feel myself getting very close to passing out. She then lifted herself off of me and I took a huge breath of air into my lungs. She laughed that evil laugh. She then took the gag out of my mouth, and stuffed the cum that I had spewed into my mouth. She quickly put the gag back. "Mmmm... a nice cock and the taste of cum in your mouth. Isn't that so nice for a slut. You are going to love the taste of cum, you'll beg for it." "Now, I'm going to untie you and get you ready for bed. Just know that I have the shock collar remote, and if you misbehave you will be punished." She untied me and took the gag off. I didn't speak. The taste of my own cum was still very fresh in my mouth. She led my weak body over to what looked like an open sleeping bag. "Put this tube in your mouth and hold it steady." I noticed that I was at the foot of our bed. I was lying on what seemed like a latex cot. I had no idea what the tube I was holding in my mouth was for. "Well pet, here's another nice little to that I bought at the fetish store. Yes, the sub boy did try this one out for me too... Maybe if you concentrate you can feel his sweat still in there. Maybe even smell his scent in there with you. Maybe thinking of sucking him off will turn you on as you smell him. I want to make sure that you aren't going to go anywhere tonight. You seem to want to get away from me lately. That's NOT going to happen. You are MINE, all MINE!" With that she zipped up the latex bag, and it was more like a mummy case. She zipped it up my legs and over my body. It completely froze me in place. The tube in my mouth was so that I could breathe. The body suit gave me just enough air to allow my body to breath and not suffocate but I was frozen in place. As the zipper went up past my head I was alone. It was total darkness, total silence and total immobility. Then my air was suddenly cut off. I couldn't breath and I started to panic. Did she know that my air was cut off? Was I going to die? I didn't even have enough energy or freedom to struggle. I was completely afraid, and completely helpless. I thought that maybe this was the end. I was as scared as I had ever been. The air came back. The zipper opened. "That was just a subtle reminder how much I control." I was scared but still excited. I thought about what had happened to me. I drifted off to sleep. Time had passed. All I knew was that I had been sleeping and time had passed. I was still encased in darkness and silence. I had to think about my situation and how I came to terms with submission to this woman. I worshipped her like a Goddess. She was my whole world and I lived for any time that I spent with her. Suffering for her gave my life meaning. I lived to hear her laugh that sadistic laugh. I truly was her toy... her pet. The scenes that she created only proved to me that she loved me like a Domme loves her pet. I was her wife and I loved it. I loved loving her and serving her every need. It was such an amazing source of pride for me. I then felt the scratch of nails against the bag that I was in. It felt amazing and my cock got hard instantly. The zipper came open and it was my Mistress. She had on a small night gown. I had no idea how much time had passed but I could see that it was still dark outside. "God love I missed you so much. Come to bed so we can make love. I need to hold you so much." She cried a single tear. I got up and went to bed with her. We made slow love staring into each others eyes. We fell asleep with me still inside her. Both of us intertwined. We were a complete vision of love and satisfaction. "It is time to get up and make breakfast." The collar was still on my cock. I sat up. "Go put some clothes on and the apron to make breakfast and we'll talk. Make me pancakes, my pet." She leaned over and kissed me deeply and firmly. She held my cheeks with her hands and her tongue invaded my mouth. I was shocked that she kissed me like that. "I love you." She said with a smile and she walked away from me. It was hard for me to believe that it was even the same woman from the night before. I did as I was told. I dressed and prepared the food. I served it to her silently. She watched me with a smile on her face. "Tell me what you are thinking." She said calmly, maybe a touch of worry in her eyes. "I missed you so much. I love you so much. Nothing is real to me, if I don't share it with you." I said crying, the flood of the two weeks of emotion coming out of me now. "Oooh... pet... tell me about your trip. Today we'll spend all day making love. We need that. I need that." I lay my head on her breast and heard her heart pounding my name over and over. I knew that I was loved. Homecoming This is a story made up of multiple criteria. I do warn that I have written about non traditional sexual practices. As always I write, looking for feedback. I appreciate all comments, good or bad. Thanks for the support! ******************** She woke up that morning, alone. It was typical. He was out the door every morning by six. Not being a morning person, Dani usually woke dreamily to a kiss from him, and watched him walk out the bedroom door. Occasionally, she would wake up to soft kisses and the brush of fingertips, leading to hushed moans and whimpers before he slipped off into the dawn. Jack surprised her. He knew her better than she knew herself. He captured her mind long before he captured her heart. In the beginning, there were conversations lasting all night, well into the early hours of the morning. Later, the conversations turned into nights of extreme passion, that turned into days, only to follow into the next night. There were weekends spent entirely in bed, but not entirely spent making love. Jack awakened something inside Dani that had been long hidden away. After Dani moved into Jack's place, they fell into a comfortable routine. There was romance and passion, and a life that Dani had thought was only in fairytales she had heard as a child. There was love, and commitment and a desire to always make the other person smile. Admittedly, their sex life tended to be something that even the best of porn stars would have been jealous of. There was an openness between the couple and a willingness to try almost anything, which undoubtedly ended in supreme satisfaction for both parties. The slamming of the front door made Dani jump. It was far to early for Jack to be home. Dani didn't even have time to turn around before a hand roughly covered her mouth, a body pressing to her back. Her body trembled, terrified. "Not a word." She smiled and calmed at the sound of the familiar voice. She could smell Jack's aftershave as his lips grazed the back of her neck. His hand slid from her mouth to her hand, taking it in his and spinning her to face him. His hand gripped her waist pushing her to the wall, his body pressed against her. "Don't say anything." Her eyes flew wide as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue pushing past the sweet, softness of her lips. Jack dove into the taste of mint, losing himself in the sensation of her kiss. His hands toured her body, feeling fabric and flesh beneath his roughened fingertips, catching the hem of her skirt, lifting to feel the softness off her thighs. He lifted her, her legs enveloping his waist, locking him into place between them. Dani cried out as his lips found a stiffened nipple beneath her thin tank. His hand flew to her mouth again, muffling her moans. "I said not a word, and I meant it." Jack pulled her body away from the wall, his eyes reaching her gaze. The tremble returned to Dani's body as she saw the menacing look in Jack's eyes. Her legs tightened around him, as he dropped them both to the floor, pinning her beneath his weight. His hands gripped at the tank, ripping the fabric away from her body. He watched her breasts move with her every breath, her breathing getting heavier as he raked his hands down her sides, gripping the bunched fabric of her skirt, balling it into his fist. In one, swift motion, Jack released himself from his confines. As Dani reached to feel him, he gripped her wrists, slamming them to the floor, above her. With her wrists pinned, her tank torn to pieces next to her, and her skirt around her waist, Jack drove himself into her with immense force. His lips muffled Dani's scream of shock. Jack gripped her waist, feeling all of her, losing himself in her warmth, her wetness, the scent of lavender on her skin. She was so easy to get lost in, her skin so soft and welcoming, so easy for his lips to graze, for his tongue to taste, she yielded to him so easily, they fit together like a glove, she opened up to him, and trusted him. He sank into her, over and over, releasing her arms, embracing her. His mouth, again exploring her breasts, taking in the flavor and the scent of her skin, while moans escaped her lips. He no longer cared that she was practically screaming. He wanted to know that it was he, and only he, that could make her cry out in ecstacy. He took her brutally, ravaging her body, biting her flesh, driving her harder and harder, ignoring the pleasured screams, the nails raking down his back, the quivering of her legs around him. Dani's nails grasped at the carpet beneath her, praying for the final release, praying to feel him deep within her. Her mind began to shut down. She could do nothing but feel as he took full advantage of her. Her screams turned to mindless whimpering, as she lost control of herself, lost herself to him. He felt her release, watched as her body arched, shook, could feel the heat explode from within her. Jack buried himself into her one last time, releasing all that he had into her, biting down onto her shoulder, shaking with her. He collapsed on top of her. He rolled so as not to crush her, bringing her on top of him, brushing her hair from her face, stroking her back. He glanced down at the disheveled mess they had become, and laughed. He said not a word, as Dani's breathing returned to its normal pace, instead he stood up, wrapping her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom. Dani awoke, some time later, still wrapped in Jack's arms. The warmth of him soothed her, relaxed her. She could feel his heart beat, as he sleep soundlessly beside her. She looked at him, admiring the strong line of his jaw, the darkness of his skin from days in the sun, the hardness of his body from summers of hard labor. She traced her fingertips along the chain that hung around his neck. She clung to him, taking in his scent, tentatively kissing his neck and his shoulder. He moved in his sleep, releasing a soft moan as he turned to lay on his back. Dani laughed to herself, as the sheets settled, barely covering his very apparent hardness. She sat up, her fingers making patterns on his skin. She listened as his breathing became unsteady. She leaned over, gently kissing his lips, his neck, making her way down his torso, taking extreme care not to wake him yet. She paused at the satin barrier, not ready to remove the sheet to reveal him. She slid down, resting atop the sheet just above Jack's knees. She watched as a dreamy smile crossed his face, while her fingers dragged the satin sheet down to rest on his hips. She couldn't resist. Jack's eyes flew open. Her mouth was warm compared to the cool satin that was just surrounding him. He groaned, giving away the fact that he was now wide awake, and completely under the spell of Dani's ministrations. She was always soft and gentle in the beginning, loving to tease, to cause anticipation, to build him up just til he was about to break, wearing him down little by little. Today was certainly not one of those days. She started gently, ensuring his hardness, but there was no slow build up, no anticipation. She dove, taking him completely into her, her nose pressing against him. She moaned around him when his hands wove their way into the length of her dark hair, gripping it, tangling it between his fingers. Her fingers raked his thighs, her lips surrounding him like a vacuum, egging him on, feeling his blood course through him. Dani tasted him, intoxicated by it, increasing her vigor. She licked his length, looking at him with sky blue eyes, before plunging him back into her mouth. She was mesmerized by him, couldn't get enough of him, craved him. She lived and breathed the emotion he caused her to feel, she was weak to him, loved to see the look of pure pleasure on his face as he came. "No." Dani stopped and stared in disbelief. She removed her mouth from his obviously aching hardness. "What do you mean no?" she asked indignantly. Jack looked at her and simply smiled. He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, his mouth latching on to hers, gently nipping at her bottom lip, tracing it with his tongue. "Oh really?" Dani looked into his deep, dark eyes, full of desire, want, and need. "Yes, really." He paused as he rolled her over on her back, resting on top of her. "But we're going to do it my way." "I thought that earlier was your way," she stated flatly. He grinned and shook his head. His fingers grazed her cheek bone, sweeping a brunette tendril out of her eyes. He took note of the freckles that speckled her nose and cheeks, the yellow sunburst in her blue eyes, the way her lips pouted ever so slightly, begging to be kissed. He was soft and gentle and caring. His lips touched hers like a feather, just a teasing caress. He deepened the kiss, the emotion fluid between them. Slow and sensual, their tongues met, sending a jolt through them both. Jack's hands began to wander, exploring Dani's tender and warm skin. His mouth began to follow a similar path, lingering on the swell of her breasts, lapping gently at Dani's stiffened nipples. He adored her, made her feel alive. Her skin felt as though it were on fire beneath his fingertips. She shivered as his tongue trailed across her flat stomach, his hand pressing against her folds. She whimpered as his lips replaced his hand. Dani twisted on the bed, gripping the sheets when Jack pinned the little bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking softly, and flicking it with his sharpened tongue. Her legs tensed around him as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She whimpered and begged, pleading for release. When he knew she could take no more, he slid into her, allowing her to float far away from the walls of their bedroom. He took her slowly, drawing it out for her as long as he could. She still trembled beneath him as she returned from her orgasm. Her hips moved beneath him, matching his rhythm, her legs pulling him deeper. His lips found hers, taking her breath away. "Please." It was one simple word, and yet Dani knew what he wanted. She stood with him, and made not a sound as he bent her over their bed. She cried softly as he entered the one place he knew was his, and only his. No other man ever had or ever would have this part of her. This was his and his alone. He bit down into her shoulder as he filled her. He stood there, listening to her beg for it, knowing he was the sole creator of this need in her. He smiled as he looked down at himself nestled between two tan globes of flesh. She screamed as his hand came down upon her and he thrust into her again and again, violating her. Her fingers flew between her legs, working furiously as she pushed herself against him. His hands dug into her hips pulling her onto him, forcing himself as deep as he could go, relishing the feel of her tight ass surrounding him. The sound of her crying was drowned out by the feeling of her milking him, the rush of his own orgasm. He vaguely heard her cursing obscenely as he filled her. He removed himself from her and she collapsed on the bed. He saw her tear stained cheeks, and the sheen of sweat on her body. He'd have been concerned, if not for the smile of pure happiness on her face. "That good?" he asked. Dani stretched before curling up on her side of the bed. "No," she said calmly, "it was so much better." Jack curled up next to her, pulling the cool satin over them. "Rest," he said as her eyes fluttered shut, "because I'm very far from done with you." HomeComing You have been away for two days on a business trip. Before you left, you gave me specific instructions about how to prepare for your return on Saturday morning. You instructed me to get out my favorite toys (a vibrator and a dildo) at least twice a day and slowly masturbate myself to the edge of orgasm, but under NO circumstances was I to finish.. the orgasms would have to wait for your arrival. It's finally Saturday and I have performed my task for you this morning, making the fifth orgasm I have been denied in the last two days. I am still dripping moist from it, waiting for you to return. I have no idea what time you will arrive this morning, so I am going around the house, getting some chores done. It is about 8:30 and I am at the sink in my short nightie and nothing else, washing the dishes from the two nights before. I did not hear you come in, but suddenly, you are there behind me, slipping your hands around me from behind and into the hot, soapy water in the sink. I sigh as you kiss my neck and feel your hard cock against my silk covered ass through your dress slacks. You press yourself hard against me as you soak your hands for a moment in the hot water in the sink. You continue to kiss my neck and shoulders, alternately licking and lightly biting my skin as you go. You tell me to raise my nightie and remove it. I do this, and you take your hands out of the water and cup my breasts with them. You gently pinch and fondle my nipples, making them even harder than before. Then you move your hands up and over my shoulders and then return them to the sink. The water that you spread on my skin quickly cools and the evaporation makes me shiver. I push back against you, wanting to feel more of your warm body against mine. I reach up and run my fingers through your hair, pulling your head down so I can turn slightly and kiss you hotly. You remove your hands from the sink again and press them flat against my shoulder blades. They are so warm, and it feels so wonderful as you slide them down my back to cup my ass with them. I sigh again and moan softly as you massage my ass firmly. You press one hand on my back and tell me to bend over and spread my legs further apart. With me in this position, you put your hand between my legs and slide one finger inside my moist pussy. I feel so weak in the knees as you fuck me this way, as I have been so worked up for the last two days that I can hardly keep from cumming right this minute. You whisper in my ear, asking me if I have been good and obeyed your instructions. I tell you that I have and beg you to let me cum now, right into your hand. You approve, and I immediately explode with orgasm, hardly able to stand as I finish. You tell me how pleased you are that I followed your instructions so well. I tell you how hard it was for me to resist cumming without you, because you know what a little slut I am, that I need to fuck and be fucked almost every day. When I finish, you guide me to turn around and lift me onto the counter next to the sink. You stand between my legs and bend down to suck and lick my nipples, and I arch my back to offer them to you. I remove your shirt now and reach down to free your rock hard cock from its prison of clothing, eager to feel its weight in my hand and suck it as it throbs in my mouth. You step back and kick your pants aside and I slide off the counter onto my knees in front of you. Even though I am willing, you grab the back of my head and guide me toward your crotch. You slap your cock against my face, teasing me and yourself with the anticipation of the pending pleasure of me sucking your dick. Finally, you stop and press the head of it to my lips and I take you into my mouth eagerly, swirling my tongue around your head and shaft, making you gasp with lust as I take you deeply into my mouth and down my throat, letting you enter as far as you want to as you fuck my face, knowing that the pleasure it gives you is worth enduring the gag reflex. I feel you release my head and I abandon your cock in search of your balls, moistening them and taking them into my mouth to suck them firmly, pressing my face deeply into you, making you moan with ecstacy. Wanting to take you further, I ask you to come down and get on your hands and knees for me so I can rim you. You do as I ask, and I spread your ass cheeks. I take my time, gently biting your ass and licking my way to your delicate ass opening. You let me know you're enjoying this, and you shiver and gasp as I suddenly lick your asshole aggressively, making you moan louder than before and tell me that you are going to fuck me so hard, to reward me for my efforts on your ass. When you can't take it anymore, you tell me to stop and you turn around and lie down on the rug in the kitchen, and to get on top of you. I straddle you and lower myself onto your cock, moaning with the satisfaction of finally having you were I have wanted you so badly since our last session three days ago. I begin to grind my juicy pussy up and down and around, squeezing my pussy muscles as I rise and relaxing them again as I stroke down again. You tell me that you love to watch my tits bounce over you as I ride you faster and faster, rapidly approaching my second orgasm. I begin to pant openly now, tossing my head back and moaning loudly, telling you to fuck me harder because I am going to cum again. You stroke up as forcefully as you can and feel my pussy spasm strongly around your cock and release my juices as I cum for you again. As my orgasm subsides, I lean over onto you, spent. You, of course, are not finished with me yet. You begin to move inside me again and my eyes roll back in my head. I am incoherent as you sit up a bit and roll us over so that I am under you now. I don't even know my name as you grab my ankles and hold them high in the air and start to stroke me again, taking pleasure in your ability to render me senseless with your cock in this way. You stroke me harder and faster, going deeper as you approach your own orgasm now. I can feel your balls slapping against my ass as you pound my cunt with your angry member, not wanting it to end, but eager to feel yourself surrender to the helpless lust of cumming inside of me. You lie down on top of me and I wrap my legs around your waist now, my hips rising to fuck you back as I quietly urge you to cum for me, to let me feel you fill me with your seed. Finally, suddenly, I feel your body tense and quiver and I feel your throbbing cock finally explode inside me, giving me the satisfaction of completing your return home in the best possible way. When we regain our composure, we retire to bed for the morning, as you are tired from your trip. We nap for a while, and I sleep soundly, waking at about noon to find myself still naked, and tightly bound to the bed at all four points and you watching me from the chair in the corner of the bedroom.. apparently, the homecoming you had planned is not over just yet. Homecoming There was an intruder in the room, in bed with me. I couldn't see very well. It was a moonless night, and the room was very dark. I had turned off the nightlight my sister kept plugged into the outlet near the door because the light bothered me while I was trying to fall asleep. It was only a tiny light, giving off less light than a candle, but I needed absolute darkness to sleep. I thought about turning on the lamp next to the bed, but decided against it. It was a touch lamp and I would only have to touch the metal base to turn it on, but I didn't want to suddenly frighten the intruder. I didn't know if he was armed, but my mind was going through all sorts of scenarios where he had a knife or gun. My sister wasn't home, I knew. She worked nights at the hospital where she was employed as a nurse. Nights paid a little better, and she liked the hours better. She wouldn't be in until after daylight. She didn't get off work until eight in the morning, and her husband was a truck driver, out of town on a cross country trip, which was why I was sleeping in her bed instead of on the sofa, or in one of the kids beds. Her bed was big and comfy, a queen size, whereas my nieces shared a room, with twin beds. The first couple of nights I'd stayed there the girls had slept together and I had taken the other bed. I had spent a very uncomfortable weekend, and so had the kids. So when Judy had suggested that I sleep in her bed while she was working, I jumped at the chance. I needed a place to stay because my husband and I were having problems. I had to get away from him for awhile. When I first woke up, in fact, I had thought it was my husband in bed with me. I was still groggy, and it took me a moment to realize that he was a thousand miles away from me. Somehow a burglar had broken into the house and was in my room. The fact that he was in my bed meant only one thing. I was going to be raped. I was speechless, stunned, wondering if I should scream, but not wanting to bring the children into the bedroom, didn't want to put them in danger. He had a mustache, and he tasted of mints. That's why I had originally thought it was my husband, I suppose. David has a mustache, or had one then. He's shaved it off since we divorced and he remarried, but at the time he still wore it. He ate a lot of mints too, hard candies of all kinds, in fact, because he was trying to quit smoking. By the time I was conscience enough to know that I was in danger of being raped, he was already in position to rape me. The tee shirt I had worn to bed was pushed up over my breasts, and his lips were on my hard nipples. I wasn't wearing any panties. I never wear panties to bed, unless it's my period, so he hadn't had to remove anything to get free access to my pussy, which, betraying me, was wet and ready for him. He was taking my shirt off, and I raised my arms to let him, thinking that if I fought him I would just end up getting hurt. I didn't want to be raped, but my body didn't seem to know it. My nipples were standing like little soldiers at attention as he kissed and nibbled at them, and my clit was as hard as a little diamond as he pushed the hood back from it with his finger and thumb. I didn't intend to let my pussy decide to surrender on it's own though. I needed a plan. I remembered that Judy kept a letter opener, shaped like an old sword, which she and Jeff had picked up on their honeymoon, by her bedside. I was near enough the edge of the bed to reach over and feel for it with my right hand as he fondled and kissed me. The important thing was to avoid brushing against the touch lamp. When I found the letter opener, I picked it up and clenched it in my hand, I felt his neck with my left hand, feeling for a place to stab the raping bastard, lifted my hand to plunge the little dagger into his evil neck, when he said, "Judy, baby, you feel so good." I recognized his voice. It was my brother Jeff. He had come home earlier than I'd expected, and when he came to bed he had thought I was my sister. She may not even have told him that I was staying. She hadn't said anything about him coming home, so I hadn't even thought that it might be him. I felt so relieved. I had been only seconds away from killing my brother-in-law. Now I let the letter opener fall back on the table and relaxed. As I was giving silent thanks that I hadn't killed him, he positioned himself between my legs, lifted my ass and plunged his stiff cock into my pussy, all the way up to his balls. He poised there, said, "You feel so wet. Your pussy is so tight." Then he said, "I love you Judy." To which I replied, "I'm not Judy. I'm Carol." At least I was in the process of saying that when he closed his lips on mine and stifled my words. "Jeff," I said. "Jeff." "Not so loud,:" he said. "You'll wake the kids." So I whispered. "Jeff. Jeff." Which he took as "Fuck me. Fuck me." "Judy," he said, passion in his voice. "Judy. Judy." "Jeff," I said, a little louder, but still not loud enough to wake the kids. "I'm not Judy." I repeated that I wasn't Judy until it seemed like I was chanting it as a mantra. He was entering me deeply with each thrust, in a rhythm with my denial of being his wife, so that every time I said the word, "Judy," his balls slapped against my ass. I started hitting my fists against him until he stopped to see what I wanted. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm Carol," I said. "You're pretending to be Carol? You want me to call you Carol?" "No," I said. "I am Carol." "Okay," he said. "Carol." "No, really," I said. "I'm not Judy your wife. I'm Carol." "Carol," he said. "Jeff." "Carol?" He had stopped. I reached out to the bedside table and touched the lamp, bringing some light to the room. The light hurt my eyes, and I could see that he was squinting. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "We had a fight," I said. "I'm only staying for a few days." "Where's Judy?" "At work," I said. Didn't he know his own wife's schedule? "It's Wednesday," he said. "It's her night off." "No," I said. "She had to go into work." "Oh." "Jeff?" "What?" "Are you going to stop?" "What?" He seemed confused. "Are you going to stop? You're still fucking me." He pulled out and rolled over beside me. "Are you sure Carol had to work?" He asked. "Yes," I said. "That's the reason she's not here. The reason I'm in this bed." "Oh." he said. "You're naked." "I had on a tee shirt," I said. "You took it off." "You let me." "I thought you were a rapist," I said. "How was I to know it was you?" "I should have known," he said. "Judy doesn't shave." "No?" "Well, she shaves, but just between her legs, she leaves the rest.. I thought maybe she'd decided to give me a special homecoming treat." "She knew you were coming home?" "Of course. She knows my schedule." "She didn't tell you I was here?" "She mentioned that you'd be here a few days," he said. "She didn't say you'd be in my bed." "I guess I better get dressed," I said. "You and Judy are about the same size, you know." "Her breasts are bigger," I said. "Maybe a little," he said. "How long have you been shaving your pussy?" "Since the beginning of summer," I said. "I got this really skimpy little swimsuit to wear to the beach. It barely cover my clit. David loved it." I started to cry. I was still upset about the fight David and I had that led to me visiting my sister. He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him, letting me lay my head on his chest. He smoothed my hair and whispered words of comfort. When I had myself under control I dried my eyes on my palms and tried to smile. "I'm sorry," I said. "I just felt like crying." "Carol," he said. "I don't want to make you mad at me, or upset you in anyway, and I want you to know that I love Judy more than anything in the world. I really do. What we did was an accident, something that just happened, and if I could turn back time and not do it I would." "It's okay," I said. "We don't have to tell Judy about it." His right hand had moved to the inside of my thigh, giving me a gentle squeeze before moving his hand up between my legs. His fingers touched the lips of my pussy, and traveled up to my clit. "Will we have to tell her about this?" He asked. "No." "Do you want me to go sleep on the sofa?" He asked. "Maybe later," I said. "Before Judy gets home." Homecoming It was a hot night and muggy night, not unusual for late January. It was 8:00pm at night and the sun had only recently gone down, once again not unusual for this time of year. In fact, there was nothing special about this day at all. Except in the mind of one young man sitting in a taxi as it made it's way through the southern suburbs of Melbourne. The taxi came to a stop outside a small house on the corner of two little known streets. The young man got out and thanked the driver. He had left this exact spot three weeks earlier on his 23rd birthday and since that day all he had thought about was this moment. "Stupid work..." he muttered as he picked up his bags and made his way towards the gate. As he passed through the gate the door flew open and a young lady came running out to fly into his arms. He dropped his bags and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "I missed you baby." She said softly as he held her. "I missed you too babe." He replied just as softly. She nibbled playfully on his ear and said, "Come inside and I'll show you just how much I missed you." Then she slid from his arms and turned towards the house. He slapped her playfully on the bottom and replied, "now that sounds like a good idea baby, lead the way." As she walked away he couldn't take his eyes off her, she had beautiful long legs leading to the most perfect arse he had ever seen. His eyes made their way slowly up her back to her gorgeous blond hair, held back in a loose pony-tail, half covering her graceful neck. She turned her head to look at him and he was almost lost in her deep blue eyes. She smiled at him and it lit up her entire face, he couldn't help but smile back. They entered the house and she led him straight to the bedroom. He walked over to her and lifted her off the ground, bringing her into a passionate kiss, which seemed to last for days. As he walked her over to the bed she undid the buttons of her shirt letting it fall to the floor and he lay down slowly bringing himself on top of her while still kissing her face and neck. He slowly started kissing his way from her neck around to her chest and down until he was at the top of her breasts. He started running his tongue in little circles on her tits as he reached underneath her and undid her bra. Throwing the bra aside he licked around her left nipple while he ran his finger around the right one. She began to writhe underneath him as she begged for him to stop teasing her. He started to suck and nibble on her nipple while he pinched the other. He slowly moved off the nipple to kiss all around her tits and then began moving towards her belly button while still pinching one of her nipples. He could feel her body begin to tense in anticipation of what was to come. He paused briefly to kiss and run his tongue around her belly button before continuing down. As he got to her waist he pulled her skirt up and began pulling her knickers off with his teeth. Her body was wriggling under him as he pulled her panties down and he could feel his cock getting hard. He got her knickers to her knees then pulled them off and threw them across the room as he kissed his way up her leg. He reached his arms under her legs and held her in place as he worked his way up her leg until he was almost at her pussy and he could feel her trying to move her cunt to his mouth. He kissed up to the very top of the leg and felt her draw breath, preparing for his tongue on her pussy. He moved his mouth to the top of her other leg, gently blowing on her pussy lips as he went across and felt her body quiver at the feeling. He held her tight as she tried to move onto his mouth and he ran his tongue in little circles on the inside of her leg, watching as her pussy lips got wetter and wetter. She lay there trying to thrust her hips and begging him to lick her pussy for what felt like hours and then suddenly his tongue penetrated her and was probing as deep inside her as he could force it. "OH GOD!" she screamed and grabbed his head as the sudden penetration after so much teasing pushed her into an earth-shattering orgasm. Once she had finished and let him go he stood up slowly and as she lay there quivering he took off his shirt. She looked up at him and could see the tattoo on his right arm and some of the one coming around from his back. He smiled at her and she could see the adoration in his eyes as he looked at her naked, still trembling, body. "Roll over baby" he said gently as he unbuckled his pants. "Not yet" she replied as she sat up and reached inside his now loose pants to grip his cock. She pulled him towards her and pulled his cock out, allowing his pants to fall to the floor. She looked almost lovingly at his cock as she gently caressed it. "First you get a little present." She said, looking up into his eyes as she moved her mouth towards his throbbing cock. He could feel her breath on the head of his dick when she stuck her tongue out, running it from the base of the head out to the tip. His body shivered uncontrollably at the feel of her tongue on him. She ran her tongue around the tip a few times before taking his eight-inch cock all the way into her mouth. She smiled around it as she heard him gasp in surprise and pleasure. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and held it up while she ran her tongue from the bottom to the tip and back down on the other side, while playing with his balls in her other hand. Her ran his hand through her hair to hold her head while she took his cock and fucked it with her mouth. She felt his cock swell and knew he was about to cum so she pulled it out of her mouth and rolled over, holding her arse and pussy right in front him. "Now I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard" she purred. A huge grin spread over his face as he grabbed her hips and moved in. she reached under herself and guided his pulsating cock into her dripping wet pussy. He rammed his cock as far into her as he could and heard her moan as she felt his full length inside her pussy. He began to thrust and she moved her hand up to her pussy, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. "Oh yeah baby!" she moaned, "That feels so good." He felt her pussy start to pulsate and knew she was about to cum, he put his hand on her back and started to ream her arsehole with his thumb. Within seconds she was cumming around his cock as she screamed wordlessly. "OH GOD!" she cried. "Fuck my arse baby. I want you to fuck my arse." He pulled his cock out of her pussy and put it on the edge of her arsehole. "Do it baby." she moaned, "Fuck me up the arse like a little whore." He pushed gently and felt his cock slide into her tight arsehole. "Oh fuck baby, your arse is so fucking tight." He gasped as his cock vanished all the way into her arse. "Oh baby. YES!" she screamed as his cock slid in and out of her arsehole. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum baby." he cried. "Are you ready for my cum baby?" "Fuck yeah baby, I want you to cum all over my tits baby" she moaned. He pulled his cock out of her arse and pushed her over, jumping on top of her just in time to spray his cum all over her tits and stomach. He fell over next to her, exhausted. "I love you baby." he panted. As she lay there with his cum all over her, every hole penetrated, feeling like a dirty little slut she looked at him and smiled. "I love you too baby." Homecoming I'm finally home. That's what I what I thought to myself as my plane finally touched down at the Pittsburgh International Airport. Truth be told it wasn't even close to home. But after 8 months away from the woman I love; I was willing to call anywhere in America home. You see, when a soldier spends that much time away from the people he loves, anywhere they are is home. As I de-boarded the plane to make my way to the terminal, my heart raced with the anticipation of seeing her again. To my deep satisfaction, I took no more than 20 or 30 steps off the plane before I saw her again. But she hadn't seen me yet. In fact she was at the wrong terminal. I made my way up behind her, gently dropped my bag, and kissed her as soon as she swung around. If it weren't for my arm being around her waist she would have toppled over. It was the sweetest kiss I'd ever had. After giving her a moment to recover while I held her in my arms; she told me that she had a surprise waiting for me. Now normally I'm not one for surprises, but at that moment I didn't really care. As we made our way through the crowd to baggage claim, I couldn't help but notice how hot she looked in that light blue summer dress. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because it was a dress that showed off her "assets." It tied around her neck and was low cut in the front and the back. It was also tight fitting so I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties either. It was then that I really started to wonder what this surprise was. Turns out I didn't have to wait long. After standing around for twenty minutes waiting for my bag; she took me by the hand and led me out of the airport. I took a short look around pickup area just to get reacquainted with American cars. After my cigarette my girl led me towards a line of limos, I was confused when we stopped next to one. "Come on silly! This is the surprise." With a smirk on my face I put my bags in the trunk of our limo and climbed in the back with my girl. She put in a CD; told the driver where to go; and rolled up the window. After we got moving, she crawled over to me and cooed, "Welcome Home Soldier." I was about to reply when she firmly pressed her lips against mine and kissed me with everything she had. It was as if time had stopped in those moments that we kissed. I rolled her so that she was sitting down and I was kneeling on the floor. I then proceeded to kiss down her neck and began to slowly untie her dress and rolled it down over her sumptuous breasts. I leaned in and gently kiss at her erect nipples and over her heaving bosom. I took my hands and rolled her dress down hers sides to her hips; following her dress with my lips slowly kissing every inch of her skin to her waist line. I ran my tongue along her waist line and then completely removed her dress. I then began to kiss the flesh over her already moist pussy. I ran my tongue teasingly over her clit; licking my way down her pussy lips and down between her moist slit. Being so close to the source of that beautiful smell without diving in was maddening. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. The very sight and smell of her creamy juices sent a raging lust through my very soul. I took a few moments to regain control of my wits and then continued to lap at her throbbing hole. I slowly pushed two fingers deep into her aching cunt and simultaneously gathered up her pulsating clit in my mouth. She was already on edge from the teasing I had done only moments before. The combination of her clit in my mouth, and my thick fingers in her sopping pussy sent her over the edge. She bucked her hips, forcing her clit deeper into my mouth; and my fingers further into her warm pussy. As my fingers buried to the hilt and touched the back of her pussy, she let out a timid moan that signaled the beginning of her first orgasm. The combination of her moaning and the feeling of her pussy walls around my fingers sent me over the edge. I could stand it no longer. I had to be inside of her. My cock was throbbing in my pants, begging to be set free; and that is exactly what I planned to do. I was ready to fuck her senseless. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked her juices off my fingers. I removed my shirt and began to reach for my belt when she pushed me into the seat. 'It's your turn baby.' She purred as she slowly pulled out my rock hard cock. She grasped it gently with a wild look in her eyes. It was a mix of hunger and awe. She teasingly licked the tip a few times, then, without warning she took the whole of my rock hard shaft into her mouth. At that moment I felt I was in heaven. A sense of euphoria shot through my entire being. It was by far the best blow job I had ever had. But I just couldn't take it any more; every part of me wanted to fuck her into submission right there in the back seat of that limo. I gently lifted her head away from my cock and bent her over the seat. I slowly positioned myself behind her and started to tease her wet, velvety opening with the tip of my swollen cock; brushing it gently back and forth across the entrance to her ravenous pussy. When I felt it was time I thrust hard and deep into her, burying myself balls deep into her juice box. She let out a gasp as I stretched the walls of her pussy to the brink. I built up a steady pace that kept her moaning gently with pleasure. After a few minutes of steady rhythm; I began to fuck her with a pace that would frighten a rabbit. I proceeded to pound her hungry pussy into submission until she came violently; her entire body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly at my hard cock as if it never wanted to let go. Her internal death grip was followed by a scream that was most pleasing to hear. Eager to hear that scream again, I resumed my high speed pounding as soon as her pussy relaxed enough for me to move around again. She immediately tightened as soon as I got a couple of more thrusts in. I continued to thrust through the ensuing onslaught of orgasms; causing her to scream twice more. After 4 more orgasms and twenty minutes of hard pounding, I couldn't hold it back any longer. I exploded inside of her half way through her 5th orgasm. We finished together and collapsed side by side on the floor of the limo. We cleaned up, got dressed and cuddled the rest of the way back to her house. Little did I know, but I was in for three more episodes like the one in the limo. I couldn't have asked for a better homecoming. Homecoming She was going to kill him. She walked up the stairs with such anger coursing through her body, and she knew he could feel it. She had pushed her way through the doors of the club with such anger, that she had cleared a path right through the main body of dancers. The people looked at her with surprise, then annoyance, then absolute fear. The look on her face... The music still thumped through the walls hard, she could feel it in her feet. She could feel all the blood in the room. It tightened her belly and made her moist. But it wasn't enough to deter her. She would find him and she would kill him. She had come to the stairs and moved up them quickly. When she reached the doors she made no attempt to knock, no attempt to make her presence known. But he knew she was coming, of that she had no doubt. She kicked in the door. Her anger had caused her to act without even thinking. She looked directly across the office to the couch and found what she was looking for. There he lay, lazily sprawled, a pale creature on top of him, shuddering. It angered her. She was going to KILL HIM! Her feet were moving toward him of their own volition. He looked up from the crook of the pale one's the neck at the whirlwind approaching him. His eyes looked amused which incited her even more. She reached him and in one complete motion pulled the woman off him by her hair. It happened so fast, the woman fell screaming and bewildered to the floor. Then she fell on top of him. Her fingers went directly for his throat, but he caught her hands easily and pushed her off him. The fell from the couch to the floor with a bang which momentarily knocked the breath out of her but she did not care. He straddled her waist, holding her wrists to the floor easily over her head. He looked to the disoriented blond on the floor and grinned. "Go! I must be alone with this one." The blond was terrified, and just scurried out of the broken door like she was commanded. She wiggled and fought under his grasp and he only laughed softly. She was angry but the laugh still turned her on. His very presence made her want to rip off his clothes and mate. She was his master, but she wanted to scratch his eyes out. He looked down at her, grinning and transferring her wrists to one hand to trace the other down her body. "So, my little one, you have caused quite a stir." She wanted to spit in his face. "I knew it wouldn't be long before you came back, but I really did not expect you to be back this soon." She spit in his face. "Fuck you!" He pulled away from fondling her breast to wipe his face. But he seemed even more amused by her protest. "Soon," he crooned. "Soon enough." She fought him, bucking her hips and writhing in his grasp. He only grinned and moaned, running his hands down his body to grasp his cock in his tight pants. "Definitely soon, my little one." She growled softly and bucked her hips to try to get him off her. He only laughed and bent to rub his lips across her neck. "I hate you! Get off me!!" He grinned and pulled back to look in her face. "Yes. But you want me. It's a curse, baby. You're mine." "The fuck!" She was growling louder now, and he moved his face back down to her neck. She groaned, feeling the lips on her neck. This did not stop her fighting, if only she could get her hands free. She felt his lips at he neck open and then she felt his teeth. No, her body cried, oh God no... If he... if he... But her body screamed, YES!! YES!! She felt his teeth and it bit down into her neck. She moaned despite herself. Her eyes closed and she gasped as her stomach quivered. He let her arms go and they wrapped around his body instinctively, moving, ravenous and hungry. He moved his legs and hips down her body to rest between her legs and her hands began to pull at his clothes even as he drank from her. She needed him in every way. His hold tightened on her as he pressed his swollen masculinity against the center of her spread legs. The short skirt she wore was no barrier to him and he smoothed it up her thighs to get the heat of her closer to his cock-strained pants. He knew what she wanted as well as he knew his own thoughts. He could feel her body calling for him. But she would have to work for it. To ask. She had to admit her place. The small noises she made thrilled him, she couldn't deny the pleasure he was giving her. She had come home, she had starved herself of his presence for long enough. He was tired of the nights hunting without her. She lifted her hips and pressed herself harder against him, purring softly in her throat. He laughed, pulling back finally with a deep breath that tickled her ears and rolled down her body. He licked blood-stained lips. "Little one, have I have tamed you this quickly? Tell me what you need." She looked up at his face and grabbed his head to pull him down to her, but he resisted. "Tell me, kitten. I need to hear it." She was squirming, reaching down to undo his tight fitting pants, but he reached down and lifted her chin a little forcefully. "You will answer me, kitten. You will beg for it. You will not come home and be accepted back this easily. Tell me." She would not be deterred from her prize resting so nicely against her. He growled angrily and pulled her hand from between them. "Answer me!" His yell jerked her from her lustful reverie and she opened her eyes to look into his face. "What?" He laughed softly. "Tell me that you've come back to me. That you're mine again." She frowned, but then her lips curled in a devilish smile. "No." He was ready to scream or hit her and the hand he used to hold himself off her curled into a fist. He squeezed his eyes closed and took a deep breath. "Tell me." She laughed. She simply laughed at him. It was beautiful and a balm to his ears. Did she know that her resistance turned him on more than her compliance? And when he opened her eyes to look down at her she stopped laughing but did not lose her grin. Then she whispered, "You first." He was going to devour her. He went to his knees and draped her legs over his thighs. She was shocked by the sudden movement but did not resist when he ripped her shirt and bra off her. He left her skirt bunched up around waist and ripped aside her underwear to push his fingers into her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off the floor and he stilled once his fingers were deep inside her. "I smell you." Her eyes opened and she looked up at him. The frenzied mood had calmed down and their eyes locked. She didn't speak, but he spoke softly for her. "I'm going to have you now. I'm going to rip you apart. And you're going to like it. You're going to love it. Because you're mine. Do you hear me, Andra? Mine." His fingers jerked within her as he made her point. "Nod if you understand. If you deny me, girl, I don't know what's going to happen to you." Her face had become serious while he whispered these words. Her eyes widened at his threat and she did not speak. "Nod, my kitten." She could hear the frustration in his words. Feel how much it cost him to hold back and she knew how much she incited him. She just smiled again and said softly, "No." His head jerked as if he has been startled. She reached up and her hands moved down to his pants and unbuttoned him. She reached inside his pants and held on to his cock and it throbbed in her hands. She looked up at his face and what she saw there made her question whether his his threats of killing her had been serious. She squeezed him again and he let his head fall back and his eyes fall closed. He sighed deeply and then lifted his head to look down at her. His smile was a twin of her own. "Thank you." The next move was so sudden she held on to his arms. He pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her to lean back on the couch. Then he was inside her. He fucked her with a tenacity that she had not felt and she knew that three weeks ago, he could never fuck her like this. The pleasure raced through her body and she could feel his cock swelling and growing to slide against her walls. His pelvis rubbed against her clit and her head fell back. With every thrust she felt like her pussy would explode and she grit her teeth. "No," he growled, "let them hear!" She lifted her head to look at him and their eyes met. "I want...I want to..." She shuddered again and buried her head in his neck. He growled while he fucked her, trying to fuck through her, to make her see sense and realize that her place was here with him. His queen. "Do it, kitten. I'll never stop you. Take me." She couldn't help what happened next. It was asking the sun not to rise. Suddenly her lips were pressed against his skin. She was biting his skin, doing the one thing she hadn't ever done. She was actually biting him and drawing blood. He cried out and his rhythm faltered and she pushed him back down onto his back on the floor. She hadn't let his neck go as she moved over him, riding him. He lifted her and wrapped her legs around him so that she could continue to roll her hips on him. He could do nothing but sigh and moan. She pulled back and was licking the flowing blood down his neck, one hand in his hair, pulling his head roughly back and the other on his back, keeping her balance while she rode. She had his hair wrapped around her fists and pulled his head so she could keep his neck in her mouth and he didn't make a sound of protest. If anything he became submissive under the assault. When she tried to pull back, he screamed his disagreement and held her head closer to him. She had stopped moving her hips as with every swallow she felt her loins clench around him. He took over moving, grasping her hips and guiding them against him. He was moaning "fuck me," softly repeatedly as she drank. When her orgasm hit her, she let his neck go, lest she pull half his neck out with her movement. She came and came, and when his finger moved to her clit, she screamed. He laughed in delight and continued to fuck her as she slumped in his arms. He held her up, licking her neck that had allowed her head to loll as he moved within her. He pulled back, moving gently within her. "Kitten," he said softly. Her only response was a soft moan. "I need to cum, Kitten. Let me cum." His soft words made her lift her head and look at him. Her grin made his dick swell inside her. She felt it. "So cum." He lifted her and pulled out of her, lifting her to her feet. He bent her across the arm of the couch and pushed into her from behind. He fucked her like this, knowing she loved it, knowing they could be seen through the windows. He fucked her like he owned her and her cries only incited him to fuck her harder. When he reached down and pulled her up so that their bodies touched and whispered in her ears. "Mine! Say it!" She laughed softly between her moans and keens. "No." He growled and continued to pound her. Their thighs slapped against each other in time to their ragged breathing. "Say it!" "No." He slowed down and kicked her legs further apart so he could fondle her clit. "Say it." "No." As his thrusts slowed, became shallower and targeted to her spot on the inside her moans increased. She knew if she came this way, on the inside, that he would have anything he wanted from her. But this time, she was losing her soul. She could feel it building with each thrust. Although he claimed he wanted to cum, he worked her as if he didn't care. As if he could be there all day. He began to whisper in her ears that he loved her, needed her, if only she would admit her place they could be together again, like they should be. When she shattered again in his arms, he knew he had won. "Say it. Say you're mine as you cum again. Only I can do this to you! Only I." Tears fell from her eyes. "Yes! Yes!" He became a man possessed. He fucked her until she was upright only because of his arms around her, impaled on his hard cock. He roared when he came and she shivered at the aftershocks of the orgasm that still coursed within her body. When he stopped shuddering and thrusting against her, he kissed her neck softly and whispered, "Thank you. Thank you for coming home." They stayed still for a few moments, while the blood rushing in their ears slowed, while the thumping of the bass from the dancing below them bled back into their perception, and the came back into themselves. He had taken his queen and she was willing. He smiled and pulled back from her to lift her and went to sit on the couch. He held her against him and reached for an afghan that had been placed for this moment. He cuddled her and held her close while he licked her neck and nipped gently. She laughed softly and said, "I hate you." He laughed too, "I know." Homecoming She missed him so much it physically ached. She missed everything about him. His eyes, his smile, the way he made her feel. But more than that, she wanted him. There was no other way to say it. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted a man in her life. Just the thought of him made her stomach flip and her insides quiver. And the more she thought about it, the shorter her breath became. Every fiber of her being longed to be near him, to feel him pull her into his arms the way only he could, making her feel safe, needed, and desired all at once. She needed to look into his clear blue eyes, feel his strong lips pressed against hers, feel them on her neck...his breath on her cheek and in her ear...there were the quivers again. Lucky for her she'd be seeing him again soon... She opened the door. Well, really she practically tore it off the hinges. He noticed. He'd been gone for months. It seemed like a lifetime. He began moving toward her, almost as if in a dream, knowing he was walking, but feeling like he was floating. Or maybe that was his heart at the sight of her. Before he made it more than a few steps, she was running into his arms. He knew then that she had missed him just as much. He could feel it in her embrace, so tight it seemed as if she was trying to pull him into her. He hugged her back with as much ferocity. He buried his face in her neck and breathed in the scent of her, like some sort of flower he couldn't name. And he didn't care if he could place it. All that mattered was that she smelled like home. She began kissing his neck and cheek, sending shivers down his spine. He turned his head and captured her mouth with his own. They kissed passionately, devouring each other. Any breath that wasn't taken by the way they were holding on to the other was exchanged in soul consuming kisses. He realized that this was the first time he'd felt like himself, felt whole even, since he'd left. The realization made him pause inside. He'd never felt that way about another woman. He'd never honestly felt like there was someone that was his "other half". God, he hated that phrase. He hated when other people would use it. It seemed so weak, so unmanly, to think that you couldn't sustain yourself. But he couldn't. Not without her. He'd learned that while he was gone. He'd been a shell of a man and hadn't even realized it. Until now. Having her back in his arms was like completing a puzzle within himself. She was the missing piece. She completed the picture. He thought to himself that he'd be damned if he ever left her again, at the same time, knowing he'd have to. It was his job, for now. Feeling his strong arms wrap around her as she clung to him was invigorating. The way their bodies fit into that embrace was, in a word, perfection. She knew she'd missed him. She'd been restless without him near. But it wasn't until she saw him standing in front of her, saw the look in his eyes, the way he stood silhouetted in the setting sun, his uniform making him look more handsome than she remembered, that she realized just how alone she had felt when he was away. She smiled. Her first thought was that he was her own Adonis, but it was more than that. He was Ares. He was her soldier, her warrior. And even more than his sensuality, she saw him. Standing in front of her, she saw his walls crumble. And in that moment she knew they'd been apart too long. And now, having him in her arms, and feeling him holding her so tightly, she knew she was truly home. She was where she was meant to be. She couldn't think about how little time they had together. She began kissing any part of him she could get to. Kissing through his shirt to his shoulders, up his neck to his cheek, and finally his lips. She couldn't get enough. If she'd been an addict, he would have been her substance. She couldn't stop. Each kiss sent jolts of electricity down her spine to her toes. It was exhilarating. She thought she loved him when he left, knew she did, but it wasn't until that moment that she knew that it was more than love. It was a need. A requirement. She needed him like she needed air. She knew at that moment that she needed him to survive. She knew she seemed too eager, wanton even. She didn't care. She knew he didn't care either. She knew it was one of the things about their love-making that was perfect for both of them, they were always eager for each other. She looked up into his eyes and grinned. He smiled back as he lowered his mouth to hers. He started out gently, but after her encouragement their kisses turned carnal. Their tongues dueled, exploring the other's mouth. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him closer still. He growled deep in his throat and held her more tightly. Their bodies were pressed so hard against each other it seemed as if they'd melt together. They walked together down the hall to the bedroom never fully parting. As they walked they undressed each other. He pulled her shirt over her head as she unbuttoned his coat and untucked his shirt. She began working on his pants while his hands slid down her sides. She tingled at his touch. His hands slipped into the waistband of her jeans. Both pairs of pants dropped at the doorway. The couple stepped out of them and into the room. At the side of the bed they removed their last garments. For a brief moment he just stood and took in the sight of her: porcelain white skin, a woman's curves, lips that always seem turned up at the corners, as if she were on the verge of laughing; to him she was beyond perfect. She spent that moment relishing the sight of him: well-honed muscles, strong, soft arms, blue eyes that always smile, especially in the heat of passion; he was gorgeous. He cupped one breast in his hand and lowered his mouth to the other. Taking the tip in his mouth he began to suck. His tongue flicked across the top. The other hand began massaging. She moaned a little and arched toward him. As he switched from one breast to the other his free hand crept down her stomach. As soon as his fingers entered her, her knees almost gave way. He caught her and lowered her to the bed. He continued his exploration with his hands and tongue. He then began leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach, on both hips, moving steadily toward his goal. His tongue flickered over her heat. She gasped slightly. He went deeper, tasting her throughout. The more his mouth worked within her the more control she lost. She began bucking up to him, groaning his name. Her hands were on his shoulders digging in, scratching, and pulling. She could barely contain herself. She begged him to stop, hoping he wouldn't. He didn't. Her begging only encouraged him. He became more demanding. Soon she was screaming his name, telling him how good it felt. He had to hold her hips still to keep her from bucking too hard. She orgasmed once...then again...and again. They lost count as each wave of pleasure washed over her. After nearly exhausting her in that way he stopped so that she could gather her senses. But only briefly... As she lay there, still feeling as if she was floating somewhere above, he slowly began kissing a path up her stomach to her chest then to her neck, trailing his tongue over her skin. When he reached her cheek she turned her head toward him. He smiled down at her, she dreamily returned the same. As he softly brushed his hand down the side of her face, feeling so at peace, she leaned toward him and began kissing the spot she knew would drive him crazy: on his neck, just below his ear. He let out a small groan of pleasure. She moved up and took the lobe of his ear into her mouth, flicking her tongue across the bottom. He growled and groaned in delight. She continued her small torment of him and, while doing so, moved her hand downward. He wasn't fully erect, but he was close. She knew it wouldn't take much. While his mouth moved to her neck, she took him in her hand and began stroking. Using just the right amount of pressure and speed she soon had him thrusting toward her. Still feeling bold she guided him onto his back. She continued stroking him, watching his eyes roll back into his head. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. He nearly came off the bed. Using her lips and tongue she drove him from himself for a short time. Then, when she felt he was ready, she pulled back. His size amazed her every time. His throbbing manhood stood fully erect, waiting. She straddled him and lowered herself down. They groaned together in sheer amazement at how incredible it felt. She rose to the end then slowly slid down again. They shuddered in ecstasy. She began moving by instinct alone. Up and down, back and forth, squeezing inside every so often to elicit the moan of overwhelming pleasure that encouraged her. As she continued moving she felt her own breath getting shorter from enjoyment. She began moving a little more quickly, arching her back. His hands were everywhere on her, stroking up her smooth sides to her neck. He pulled her down and kissed her roughly, hot and demanding. He held her there as he continued thrusting. She could feel herself getting close to orgasm. He was as well. She rose back up and together they thrust and moved, urging each other to complete fulfillment. They found it together, calling out to the other. She collapsed onto his chest, exhausted. After a moment she rolled off to the side. They held each other, basking in the glow of their love-making. As she drifted to sleep he kissed her gently, saying he loved her. She repeated the same. They slept wrapped in bed sheets, blankets and contented adoration. Homecoming I saw you one night. You didn't see me. I wasn't spying on you. I wouldn't do that, unless you'd asked me to. If you said, 'Look, I'm going to have a bath. I'll leave the door slightly open; just enough for you to see what I'm doing. I'd like you to watch me undressing. Why don't you spy on me in the bath. I'll pretend I don't know you're there', I'd do that, but it wouldn't be spying then, would it? Not if you'd asked me to do it. It was dark when I got back after a long cross-country drive. It was cold, too. I was expecting the apartment to be dark and cold, but it wasn't. A light was on in the room at the end of the hall, and the heaters were on. I could hear music. I was nervous; someone was in my apartment. I hadn't invited anyone. I had the only key. This could be serious. I could be in danger. I took a few steps along the hall, stopped and said, 'Hello. Who's in there?' I tried to sound firm and unafraid, but I was frightened. Taking a few more steps I passed the bathroom. The door was open. It was closed when I left. I looked in. It had been used. The towel I'd left hanging on the door handle was draped over the side of the bath. There was a white blouse with a lace collar hanging from the handle. A roll of lavatory paper was on the shelf below the window. That's not where I put it. The bathroom had been warmed by steam, and I could smell perfume; the perfume you wear. Turning towards the living room door, I spoke again. 'Hello. Who's there?' There was no reply. There was just the music; a Bach violin concerto. I held the door handle for a moment, and then turned it and pushed and saw you sitting in the armchair beneath the lamp. You were resting back in the chair and holding a book. You were reading. You didn't look up as I came in. 'It's you.' You didn't look up when I spoke and you didn't look up when I walked across and bent down to kiss you. You turned a page and read on and you read on when I touched your ear and said, 'Hi, it's me. How did you get in?' You didn't appear to be ill. You were turning pages. You crossed and un-crossed your legs. You took a tissue from your bag and blew your nose. You took off your jacket, a velvet one, and undid the button at the collar of your white blouse. There was nothing wrong with you. You were a woman sitting in a chair, reading a book and listening to music. I had an idea: I'll stop the music. You'd notice that. The stop button didn't work. It seemed to be stuck. Turning the volume control didn't make any difference. I walked back across the room to the reading light. The switch wouldn't move. It was then that I heard him; a man calling from the hall, just outside the open door. 'Tea, coffee, something stronger, me?' It was this voice that lifted your face from the book. You looked up, smiled and answered. 'Something stronger, and then, perhaps, you.' The man's voice was mine. I turned and saw that the man with my voice also had my face -- and my hair, body and clothes. He was wearing my glasses -- or, anyway, glasses identical to mine. He was so identical that I could have been looking at a mirror. There is a problem now. Not the problem of what was happening in the room -- that was not a problem, it was a disaster -- but in this narrative. How, in telling this story, can I distinguish between me -- the man who has become an intruder in his own apartment -- and the man who seems to have stolen my identity? There is no obvious explanation that would let me give this man another name. I don't have an identical twin brother. I have a half-brother, and we share no physical characteristics. He is fatter than I am, and bearded. He's not the sort of man who would say to his lover, 'Tea, coffee, something stronger, me?' He's never seemed to me to be the sort of man who would have a lover, though I don't doubt he's thought about it. I don't doubt a day has passed during his two marriages when he hasn't wanted a lover, a woman more attractive, more mysterious and daring than either of his wives. But you see the problem, don't you? It's a clarity problem; a language problem. I have to make clear who's who in this story. It's clear who you are. You are a woman in my apartment -- and there it is straight away. Is it my apartment or his? How can I describe what he and I do and say in such a way as to avoid confusion? The danger is that when I describe him fixing a drink in the kitchen or, as is certain to happen, kissing and fucking you, you'll think it's me doing these things. You'll think that he and I are the same person; that this is a fantasy or a symptom of a severe mental collapse. It isn't. It's happening. I can't see an answer, so I'll -- that's me, the intruder -- have to play it by ear; see how it goes. For now, I'll be I and he -- the man who's in my kitchen fixing drinks and wondering if he and you will make love on the sofa or in my, or his, bed -- he'll be him. And I'll try to be an objective, emotionally neutral observer. That will be difficult. He's on my territory, in my apartment and behaving as if he owned it. And it's pretty clear he plans to sleep with you. To where else would their evening be heading? I don't own you. It's your body and you can do what you want with it; who you sleep with is your business. But I'm upset because I want to be with you tonight and it's obvious that you are going to bed with him. Nothing I can do or say can change that. What I can do is leave, because watching this other man fuck you, looking on as you fuck him, would be intolerable. I've sometimes wondered what it would be like to see you with another man. Would you undress him? Would you move in a different way, make different sounds, do different things? Touch him differently, in different places? Would you come quickly? These were tantalizing fantasies. I knew I wouldn't be able to endure the reality, even when the other man was me, or appeared to be me. I turned and walked to the front door -- I had to get out -- but the catch wouldn't move. I turned it furiously, but it wouldn't open. The kitchen has a door that opens on to a fire escape. I could get out that way, surely? I couldn't. The lock wouldn't shift. I tried the light switch, which wouldn't move. Nothing I touched worked. There was no way out. What could I do? I could have sat in the large kitchen cupboard. Its door opened easily. That's what I did for a while. I sat in the dark cupboard. There was plenty of room for a crouching man. I listened for sounds. I wondered how long I would have to stay in that cold black hole while this other man enjoyed the comfort of my apartment -- and you. I stayed there for as long as I could, but it became intolerable. Why should I be treated like this? I got up and went back along the hall. In the sitting room, you were in the armchair, sipping a drink and reading. He was sitting on the floor by the side of the chair. He had a glass, too. There was music; Chopin now. You didn't move, didn't respond, when he took your shoes off and pushed your scarlet skirt up your legs. He stopped when the hem of the skirt reached your knees. He stroked your feet and your calves; long, slow strokes; up and down, up and down. This went on for a long time. You reading, sipping your drink; him stroking your legs through your black tights. 'This is ridiculous,' you said, closing the book and dropping it on the floor. 'What is?' 'This book is; it's stupid.' 'Why?' he asked, still stroking your legs and gazing around the room. 'What's it about?' 'It's a novel about a man who leaves his wife and children because he's fallen in love with a tree. He thinks the tree is a woman, but it's not, it's a tree.' 'What sort of tree?' 'Not sure. It doesn't say. Just a bloody big tree. Does it matter?' 'Don't know. There might be something about the tree that attracts him in the way a woman might. Is it a woman-shaped tree? Are there women-shaped trees?' 'I don't know anything about trees. It's a Swedish novel; that might explain it.' 'It might be something unhappy men do in Sweden and places like that; fall in love with snow-covered, women-like trees and leave their wives to the comforts of their Agas, Volvos and lonely saunas.' 'I haven't heard of it,' you said. 'It's not something a country would want to boast about, is it?' he said. 'Especially a civilized place like Sweden, with all their clean streets and state-of-the-art interior décor. A country which is known for its advanced welfare state and liberal values won't want to tell the world that its middle-class, middle-aged men are prone in middle-marriage to leave their sturdy blond wives and their Agas, flee into the dark forests and fuck trees. People would change the way they saw Sweden, wouldn't they? Sort of lose respect for it. Don't know why, but we respect Sweden, don't we? In the way we don't respect France or, oh, I don't know, Bulgaria, Belgium, places like that. Well, I don't respect France, anyway; don't really take it seriously.' 'I said he fell in love with the tree. There's nothing about him fucking it. Why do you always have to turn everything into something about fucking? Why do you have to be so coarse?' 'Have you finished the book?' 'What's that got to do with it?' 'You haven't finished it, have you?' he said, picking it up. 'You've got half-way through. You don't know what happens in the end.' He waved the book at you, challenging you. You stared at him. 'What does this man do?' 'What does he do?' 'For a living. Even in Sweden men have to work for a living.' 'He's a professor. What's that got to do with it?' 'A professor of what?' 'It isn't clear. Twentieth-century film and philosophy, something like that. I don't think his work is relevant.' 'So he's a middle-aged professor of twentieth-century dirty films and philosophy at a university nobody's ever heard of, sharing a luxuriously equipped wooden shed within spitting distance of the Arctic Circle with a bossy blond who wants to be Prime Minister of Sweden and two moody over-educated and deeply depressed teenagers? Sooner or later, he'll by fucking that unfortunate tree, or trying to.' You grabbed the book from his hand and threw it in his face. 'You read the bloody book if you're so sure.' 'No,' he said. 'I've got a better idea. Take your tights off.' You pulled your skirt up to your waist and was about take the tights off when you stopped. 'No, I don't want to. I've got a better idea. Get a pair of scissors from the kitchen.' He walked past me and came back with the scissors. 'Now what?' 'Cut a hole in them, but be careful.' 'OK. If that's what you want.' 'Why else would I ask. Just do it.' Tucking your skirt up further, he pulled the tights away from your belly and began cutting a hole in them. You looked down at the steel slicing through the nylon. 'You're doing it too fast. Do be careful.' He stopped and pointed to the black lace uncovered by the growing tear in the tights. 'Why are you wearing those?' I asked you not to wear them tonight.' 'I don't have to do what you want. I don't like leaving them off. Besides, it's cold. It's bloody January. I'm not going to freeze just to provide you with your erotic entertainment.' 'That's unfair. I don't think I'm the only one who's being entertained.' 'What's fair?' you said, pulling at the gaping nylon. 'The hole isn't big enough. Cut some more, can you? Make it bigger and go lower. It's too high. You won't reach me easily.' You parted your thighs and lifted your back off the chair to let him cut as you'd asked. You stroked his hair while the scissors snipped slowly at the tights, cutting out the front and the crotch. He threw the nylon he'd cut out and the scissors on the floor, alongside the novel about the Swedish tree-lover. 'Shall I do the same with these?' he asked, pointing to your panties. He saw a curl of straggling brown hair and before she could say anything he'd picked up the scissors and cut it away. 'Don't you dare. They're bloody expensive. And leave my hair alone. How would you like it if I shaved you down there?' 'I wouldn't. I don't think I would.' 'So leave mine alone. Do something useful. Touch me.' I knew I wouldn't be able to watch this. But I couldn't leave the apartment and I if I went back into the kitchen cupboard I'd still know what was happening just a few yards away. So I stood in the doorway and watched you. I had a clear view. It's not a very large room. He touched you, as you asked; through the black lace. I could see him stretching his hand over your sex, cupping it in his palm and pushing the lace into you. You stroked his hair and pulled it as your excitement grew, but when he slid a finger into the v of the lace and tugged it away you pushed his head back. 'I was going to kiss you,' he told you. 'Yes, I know. That was very good. I enjoyed it, but that's enough for now. Get up. Stand in front of me.' You slumped in the chair, stretched your legs and picked up your drink. Your skirt was still around your waist, so I could see, back in its place, the triangle of lace. 'Stand in between my legs. Closer. I'm not going to bite.' You reached out to press your hand against the front of his trousers, gently at first and then with some pressure. You smiled, took your hand away, picked up your drink and pulled your skirt back down over your knees. 'Will you do what I ask?', you said, staring into her glass. You looked up at him. Anything I ask?' 'No, not anything. Of course, not anything.' 'I wouldn't ask you to do anything I know you wouldn't really want to do. That's not what it's about. Nothing like jumping out of the window or running down the street naked. Nothing scary or stupid. So will you do anything I ask?' 'No. It might not be dangerous or scary, but I might think it's morally or physically repulsive. Might be a barrier I can't cross, not even for you.' You finished your drink and put the glass on the low table by the chair. 'This is getting boring. If you're not going to entertain me I'm going.' 'What is it then? What do you want me to do?' 'Come a bit closer to me. Take your hands out of your pockets and stand with your legs apart. That's right. OK so far?' He didn't answer. 'Good. Now, Undo your trousers. Drop them to the floor. They're not very expensive, are they? They don't look it.' He hesitated and for a while it seemed as if he was going to say no to this, but he did as you asked. 'Pull your shirt up. No, unbutton it. You'll look stupid standing there like that, holding your shirt up around your waist. Just open it so I can get a good look at you. Don't do anything. Just stand still.' He did. He didn't move. With his arms by his side, he stood still, and seemingly quite relaxed as she looked at him for a minute or so. She picked up her glass and held it out to him. 'Could I have another drink?' He took it and started to turn but almost fell. He'd forgotten his trousers were around his ankles. 'Better take those off, hadn't you? Don't want you breaking something on my account.' He took the glass to the kitchen, walking within a few inches of me. I was invisible. When he came back I swung my fist out at the replenished glass and screamed, but my punch had to impact and I wasn't heard. He made to sit down on the floor when you took the glass from him, but you stopped him. 'No. Stand where you were.' 'I'm want to ask you some questions. You don't have to answer. You don't have to answer truthfully, but if you did it would please me. Is that OK?' 'Depends what they are.' 'OK. Try this. When we're making love, what's uppermost in your mind? My pleasure or yours?' 'That's impossible to answer, you know that. What would be your answer?' 'I don't have to have one, do I? I'm asking the question. I'm the question mistress on tonight's show. What is it? Mine or yours?' 'Both.' 'Oh, come on. That's too easy. It has to be one or the other.' 'No it doesn't. Your pleasure fuels mine. Perhaps mine fires yours. Isn't that how it works? It's seamless, isn't it?' 'Sometimes, yes. But not always. OK. When we're making love, do you sometimes imagine I'm some-one else? Another woman, to make it more exciting for you?' 'Who?' 'How do I know? A move star? A model? A woman you've seen in a bar? A lover from way back?' 'No. Never done that. Honest.' 'I don't believe you. It doesn't matter. Now this is hypothetical. I'm having a bath and you're desperate to relieve yourself. You come in and tell me and ask me to get out of this soapy bath and wait outside. I say no, I'm not getting out, you go ahead, I'll close my eyes. What would you do?' 'What do you mean, relieve myself?' 'Oh, I see. Let's be English about this. How can I put it? Nothing foul. Nothing requiring loo paper. Not for men, anyway. Is that clear enough?' 'Yes, but I still couldn't do that.' 'But I'm refusing to get out of the bath.' 'I'd have to go somewhere else, I don't know.' 'But supposing I said I wanted you do it in front of me, that I might not even close my eyes. That it would please me. What then?' 'What if it was the other way around? What would you do?' 'Like I said, it's hypothetical. It's no big deal. I might do. I might not. Anyway, I think you'd want to watch me doing it. But I'm asking the questions. If you don't like it, I'll go.' 'No, don't go. Go on.' 'OK, but I'll have some of this drink first. And I need to think about the next question. You didn't do very well in that round. Just stand there for a while. Let me look at you while I think.' You looked him up and down, from his face to his feet and up again. Watching this charade was torturing me, but I have to admit that it was compelling and that even if I had been able to get out of the apartment I might have left reluctantly. I had no idea what was going to happen next in the scene you were directing. I was sure you and he would make love by the end of the night and I hated that idea, but I wanted to know what you were going to do to him before that. I wanted to know how you were going to make him pay for having you. That's what you were doing, it seemed to me. 'I know,' you said pointing to his briefs. 'Why are you wearing those. I don't like that type. You've got some shorts, haven't you? The ones with an open gap at the front? I know you have. Why don't you put those on?' He turned to leave, but you stopped him. 'You can take those of now. Leave them here.' He pushed the briefs down his legs and dropped them on the floor. As he began to walk away you stopped him again. 'Just a minute. Come here. A bit closer.' You edged forward in the chair and reached out to his penis. It thickened as you touched it. 'A bit closer. Let me see.' You pushed the foreskin back along the shaft, prized apart the tiny lips at the tip and peered into the hole. His penis stiffened and grew as you ran your fingers around the balls in the tightening sac below. Your thumb stroked its head and when it began to leak you let him go. 'Thanks. Why don't you get those shorts? Can you put them on in here? I want to see how you put them on.' I was amazed by his docility. He was doing everything you asked. I wanted to see what you had in mind for him and how he's be pushed. At what point would he refuse you? What was the fence he wouldn't jump? I wondered if you wanted his servile compliance, or if you were hoping for defiance. Did you want him to say no? When he walked past me to get the shorts I couldn't help but try to get a close look at his genitals, to see if they were mine. He had everything else of mine: voice, face, hair. His clothes were mine. He had my apartment and my lover. I don't know how penises differ, but I suppose they must do, just like women's breasts and vaginas, but he rushed by too quickly for me to look and compare. I saw, though, that the erection that had started when you touched him had gone. Homecoming This is my first submission, so any feedback would be appreciated. I hope you enjoy. *************** ********************** ***************** ************* "Honey, I'm home." I had just got back from work and was hoping Elaine was horny, because I sure was. It was Fathers day weekend and I was hoping for something special. Elaine came down the hall in her bathrobe, and gave me a peck on the cheek, saying to get a drink and make myself comfortable. "Where is the baby at?" "She is staying at your parents for the weekend." "Why don't you make yourself a drink and take a seat, while finished getting dressed." I poured grape vodka and took a seat in my comfy chair. As soon as I had settled in I heard a familiar "clack", "clack", "clack" coming down the hall. I get hard whenever I hear that sound. That sound means Elaine has her stilettos on, and dam she looks sexy in stilettos. Let me tell you about my wife. She is 5'8" and has legs that go straight to heaven. Her B-cup beasts have dark nipples that always seem to stick out, begging to be sucked. Her stomach is nice and taught, just right for licking. Anyway There she was stalking down the hallway towards me in my favorite outfit. She had on a black bra that pushed her small breasts up and together, giving her some amazing cleavage, with a matching garter belt and a black see through thong, thigh high stockings, with a matching set of black stilettos to match. The final touch was that she had curled her just the way I liked it. Just the sight of her made me fully erect. I finished the rest of my drink in one gulp and set the glass aside. "Did you miss me honey." "Hell yes." "Well I missed you too and we are going to have some fun tonight to make up for the last couple of weeks." "Right now I'd do anything you'd tell me to." "I was hoping you'd say that, because I haven't taken care of myself, and I'm sure you have. So tonight you do what I say and you will finish when and where I say you can. OK" "Anything to get into your pants honey." "You must be hungry after your trip, why don't you eat some of this." And with that her thong was on the ground revealing a waxed pussy, with only a landing strip left. I had hoped she would try this in lieu of shaving. It was supposed to be so much smoother. She crawled up into the chair, pushed my head back and stuck her beautiful pussy right in my face. I couldn't help myself. I slowly licked the inside of her right leg, down to her lips then switched to her left leg, then back to the right. Each time I switched legs I lightly blew on her clit. I guess she had enough teasing cause she grabbed the back of my head saying "suck my clit, make me cum with your tongue." As I assaulted her clit she got so wet I could feel her juices running down my chin. I slowly began flicking her clit with powerful strokes of my tongue. Each flick caused a jump in her body. She leaned back on the arms of the chair and began tweaking her nipples. She began grinding into my mouth harder with each flick, and then grabbed the back of my head, jamming me into her juicy cunt. Screaming, "don't stop, don't fucking stop."Her legs clamped the sides of my head and her whole body began to shake. "Fuuucccckkk I.m cuuummmiiiinnng." Then she thrashed around for a bit and pushed off me. "Damn I needed that, now for your turn." She spun around, now facing my cock, with her beautiful pussy still only inches away from my face. She looked back at me and said "take it easy I may bite". Then she turned back to my cock and engulfed it with one smooth motion. She began bobbing her head up and down, like she was trying to make me cum as soon as possible. I just looked at her pussy for a few moments watching the way it moved with her body, glistening in the candlelight, then I reached out with my tongue and licked some of her juice off her lip, As soon as I touched her she began squirming and went into over drive on my throbbing member. As soon as she would slow down, I would flick her with my tongue, sending her into a frenzy again. I was ready to blow pretty quickly with the tongue lashing I was receiving. I felt the cum begin to boil in my balls, and I guess she felt it to, because just when I couldn't take any more she scraped her teeth along my entire shaft, causing enough pain to delay the orgasm. "I didn't say you could cum yet, are you so eager to have the night end?" Then she pulled some handcuffs out from behind the chair, and cuffed my hands behind my back. "There now you can't touch me for the next bit. As she said that she mounted me again and direct my cock into her wet slit, and sank down, engulfing it to the hilt. She began to slowly rock back and forth, leaning back on one hand, and playing with her nipples and clit with the other. Alternating between long and short strokes she quickly was approaching orgasm again. She increased her pace, and then leaned forward grabbing my back. She began furiously fucking herself with my cock, and then all of a sudden the orgasm exploded through her, causing her to rake her nails down my back. I was just about to explode inside her, when she jumped off me. "Now, now we aren't done yet." And with that she reached behind me and undid my cuffs. Then she turned around and got down on all fours, with her back arched and began wiggling her ass at me. "Now get down here and fuck the shit out of me. I want to feel your balls slapping my clit." I needed no further urging, positioned myself behind her and began banging away. I with each stroke I could feel her walls squeezing my shaft, I was in heaven. I increased my pace and began breathing heavy; suddenly she spun around, causing me to slip out. I was crestfallen. I needed to come so bad, I was willing to do anything if she would just let me cum. She remained on all fours, looking up at my wet cock, glistening with her love juices. Then she said the sexiest thing ever." Cum for me baby I want to feel your cum all over my face and tits." Then she grabbed my cock and started stroking it, spitting on it to keep it wet. It didn't take long before I was ready to blow, then I grabbed it myself and aimed for her face. The first blast caught her right between the eyes, then her lips were covered, I aimed the rest at her chest, managing to get both nipples as well. When I was finished she took my rapidly softening cock and sucked it clean and let it go with a pop. Looking at her cum was running down her face and dripping into her cleavage, where she began rubbing it into her tits. God she looked like a sexy ass slut. "Welcome home honey. We better get some sleep; you have a big day tomorrow." Homecoming She kneeled on the cold tile in front of the door, with a scotch in one hand and her breasts jutted out in front of her, nipples painfully pert. He would be home soon, and after a long day at work and business that had to be taken care of afterward, Daddy always liked a good scotch...and his pet, naked. It was all she could do not to play with herself, give a tweak to one of her nipples and run her fingers over her dripping hole. But Daddy said not to play without his permission, so she refrained, though she desperately wanted to relieve the tension that was slowly building in her cunt. It seemed like an eternity passed before she heard the key turn in the lock. Her heart skipped a beat and she steadied herself. The door opened, and upon seeing his pet nude before him with his favourite drink in hand, Daddy smiled. "Hello pet." He set his keys down on the black leather ottoman beside her and took the scotch from her hand. She immediately stood and followed him to his chair at the computer. "How was your day, Daddy?" "Hell. As usual." She knelt again and nuzzled his jean-clad knee with her face. His hand rustled her hair gently, and she sighed. He smelled of spice and molasses from the pipe He smoked. "You may sit, pet. Tell me about your day while I finish managing the accounts for the night." "Well, I cleaned your place and went grocery shopping...and watched some cartoons!" "Wonderful. And you didn't play with yourself while you were waiting for me to get home, did you?" She blushed. "No, Daddy." "Are you telling me the truth?" "Yes...but I wanted to...it was really, really hard not to, Daddy." "Good girl. Thank you for the scotch and presenting yourself to me. Yes, that's a very good girl." Her pussy flooded as he set the scotch down and grabbed a handful of her hair in his hand and yanked up, forcing her to her feet. He rose with her and slammed his lips on hers. She moaned and sucked in his lower lip as she frantically tried to stand on her tiptoes to meet him and wrap her arms around His neck. He released her hair and grabbed her wrists with one hand instead, breaking the kiss and using the other to tweak a nipple. She shuddered with pleasure. "Such a good little girl for Daddy. It's been a while since I've bred you..." He paused, waiting to see her reaction. Her eyes widened and her blush grew as she realized what he'd just uttered. By now, cunt juices were dripping down her thigh. He smirked, knowing the effect He'd had on her. "I think someone's all wet." His free hand traveled slowly down to her cunt and gently parted the folds there, feeling the hard little nub and flicking it. "Ohh Daddy...please..." He laughed darkly. "Come, bitch. We have some breeding to do." He pulled her by the wrists to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. It took her by surprise and she yelped. She sat there as Daddy unbuckled his pants and removed them. His thick, long cock stood at attention, bobbing every few seconds or so. It dribbled a few precious pearls of pre-come and she could feel her mouth watering. "You like Daddy's cock, don't you?" "Uh huh...I mean, yes, Daddy..." "Then show me how much." She scrambled off the bed , kneeling once more and fervently latched onto his cock, tongue working back and forth, licking the pre-come off of the slit and tasting the saltiness that lingered there. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of his pet's mouth around him. "Yes, that's it. That's a good bitch." He let her suck his cock for a good fifteen minutes, periodically skullfucking her and enjoying the sound she made as she choked on his length. When he pulled away, tears were pouring down her face. "Get on all fours, on the bed. Now." Wiping the rivulets that ran down her cheeks, she clambered up onto the soft bed and did as he asked. Her ass wiggled slightly in anticipation. From behind her, he could see the wetness escaping from her cunt. Unable to see, she didn't know what was going to happen next until she felt a finger slip into her. She pushed back onto it, wishing it were something else. One finger became two, and he began to slowly move them in and out, bumping her cervix with them and dragging them back before repeating the motion. She tried riding them, but every time she moved her hips, Daddy went faster and threw her off balance. It went unspoken that he was reminding her that it was His cunt, not hers, and he would determine the pace. He got her to the point of climax, speeding up his fingers, before withdrawing completely from her. She whimpered at the loss of the fullness and the denial of the orgasm she so longed for. He smirked to himself. She was so tight, that two of his fingers nearly tore her little hole apart. But she had to be ready for him. She reveled in the pain, anyhow, and he wasn't worried about hurting her. "Sweet bitch. So ready for your Daddy to breed you." Her breath caught in her throat. A loud smack resounded through the room as he landed his hand on her ivory ass. Again. And yet again. "Daddy, please...I need..." "Sshh, pet. I know what you need." He hit her ass again. Already, red handprints were slowly becoming visible. She whined, partially from pain and from yearning. "I think you're ready, pet." He forced her down onto her stomach, spreading her legs slightly, easing himself on top of her. "Daddy...ohh...." Without warning, he slammed into her while biting the back of her neck viciously and growling. She yelped, surprised at how much he still hurt her after all this time. He was painfully slow. She wanted speed, but he would not allow it. "Mine." He growled, biting her again. She cried out. All of a sudden, he picked up the pace and began driving into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room. Hands went around her neck as the momentum increased, and squeezed slowly. Air left her lungs and she moaned as her world grew slightly dark. "Da...ddy..." she gasped. As He moved harder and faster, she felt an orgasm building once more. Daddy released his hold on her neck and began licking her neck and ear, taking a moment to bite her earlobe. He whispered "Mine" gently, and placed His hands over hers. "Yes!" "My bitch. My whore. All Mine." "Yes, Daddy, yes!" Then it all stopped. He stayed in her, motionless. She began to cry, not understanding why the pleasure had ceased. Her hips writhed against him, trying frantically to create the sweet friction again, but it was to no avail. His body held her down and she was unable to get the reaction she so desperately needed. "Please don't stop! Please, Daddy!" "That's right, bitch. Beg." He whispered. "Daddy, please...please let me come! I'm begging you, please..." "Hmm..." He mused. "I don't know." "Please!" She became flustered. "Please fuck me, Daddy! Don't stop...please..." Tears were rolling down her face now, dripping onto the pillows beneath her. "Let me come!" He moved once, and she shuddered. "Pleeeease, Daddy...let me come!" She shouted. He bit her back, and she arched up to meet him. "Well then, come on, bitch. Come for Daddy." Fast and hard, he pummeled her. She let out a howl as she came twice, before collapsing beneath him, flying high, pussy twitching. He continued to fuck her until he came, and pulled out, moving to lie beside her. She turned to him and buried her face in his arms as she cried, letting go of all the emotions that had built up over the last week. "Daddy's here. Shhh...it's okay. Good girl...Daddy loves to breed you. Let it all out." Once she was able to stop crying, Daddy kissed her forehead and told her to clean him off. Her juices were mixed with his salty come and she lapped it up, licking her lips once she was done. "That was fun!" She exclaimed, jumping into His arms and nuzzling his chest. "I love you, pet." He smiled. "I love you too, Daddy." Homecoming Listen in as her returning lover makes up for lost time. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (12.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Homecoming It was a particularly trying day at school and work. After exams and computer crashes I finally pull up to my new apartment. I've been frustrated until now but hurry to get through the door; ever since my roommate defaulted on the lease Alex has been living in my room and I know he'll be waiting for me. The one condition I asked for allowing him to stay rent free was a wonderful one—he is to greet me after work, freshly showered and properly attired. We part during the day, going about our lives and functioning as separate individuals, but at 8:15pm he waits for me, skimpily clad in my panties and a lacy tank top, his penis unashamedly poking out of the thin material on the side. I shut the car door loudly so that he can hear me approaching the door and jangle my keys as I take them out. I know that on the other side he's arranging himself to please me and I feel myself tighten with the sudden wetness it gives me. Of course, when I enter, he is sitting on the stairs, poised so cutely that I almost can't stand it. A suggestive grin creeps across his face and I can tell that he's proud of his newest outfit. Without a word I grab his hand and lead him upstairs, scooping him up and placing him on the bed. I appreciate his patience and willingness to please, kissing the nape of his neck and the smooth angle of his jaw as his read rolls back. I gently kiss the corners of his sweet mouth and straddle him while tracing my lips upward then nibbling his ear. I can tell he's enjoying the tenderness, as he wriggles with my movements and starts to breathe heavily, moaning with the flicks on my tongue and caress of my lips. At the same time, my hands wander through his hair, across his nipples and down to brush his cock. It stiffens and I draw myself closer, exhaling lightly down his neck. I whisper with a hint of playfulness , "How was school today?". I don't want him to answer, only to draw his attention back to the exchange. Our eyes meet and I see a spark of acknowledgement. He wants me to take care of him, to guide him in our pleasure, and to be rewarded with his own. I want to have him as mine to guide and keep and love and command. My hands find their way across his torso and downwards. His body is so lean and masculine, and the contrast of the delicate lace only enhances that. I play with it and watch him curl up in response to the affection and it makes my pussy flood with juices. Without a word I grab his hips and guide them upward, as he responds and goes on all fours, arching his back and presenting his privates to me. I love the sight of him so surrendered and eager to accommodate my ideas. His penis bounces slightly, swollen with his erection and waiting to be attended to. My fingers run past his anus, caressing at and he moans and rocks backwards, his body asking for more. I bend over him and ask gently in his ear if he wants me inside and he shyly nods. I reach downwards and brush my wet pussy, coating my finger and turn my attention to his silent request. Slowly, I penetrate and push my way in, as he moans and leans forward and shudders. With the other hand, I grab his penis and stroke it, up and down as we rock backwards and forwards as I enter his anus and surround his penis until he's on the brink of coming. I tear the panties off and remove my clothing. Seconds later I push myself down onto him and fuck him as he lays on his back. I can feel my breasts rocking with the movement and him swell with suddenness, but I don't care about anything other than the feel of me sliding up and down the length of his cock. He gives me a look of gratitude as I have him cum inside of me, filling my pussy and overflowing as we slow to a gentle stop. I my insides continue to spasm and I hold him there in a gentle hug, still inside of me. As always, he breathlessly whispers, "Thank you" before falling asleep in my arms. Homecoming ONE Your eyes open, and you find me facing you, lying in bed with you. I kiss your forehead, then your eyelids, and my fingers run through your hair. We're both naked, and the sun is streaming through half-opened curtains. Feeling your curious, almost amused eyes on me, I kiss my way down your face with tiny delicate pecks, then traverse your jawline to the tenderness of your throat, tight under the heavy leather of your collar. Here, my kisses acquire force and urgency, and as I suck slightly on your neck, I feel you take in a breath and flex a little. The back of my hand caresses your cheek as I suck and nibble on your fat vein, feeling the pulse in my mouth. Next, I flatten you a touch, laying you out under me with a firm but careful grasp, and my lips drag down from your collarbone to between your breasts, inhaling you as I delve in. I draw a semicircle with my palm around the curve of your breast, and then cup and lift it slightly. I smile at the gold ring in each nipple, my initial on each little ball. My warm wet mouth engulfs your left nipple and I draw it in, teeth clamping on it as I suck. My tongue flicks back and forth, exploring the rough texture of your stiff areola and the metal sheen of your piercing. My head moves back, still holding you in my mouth, little tugs stretching you. I kiss my way down from your breasts, across the plain of your belly, pausing to swirl the tip of my tongue in your navel, then kiss it with a smacking pop. My hands rest on your hip bones as I nuzzle on your pubic fur, my puckered lips grazing you, and your scent fills my nostrils as I approach your opening. I am delighted to see you writhe and part your thighs at my approach. Your slit parts, warm and moist, presenting me with my monogrammed ring in the hood of your swollen clitoris. I run my lips down those hot velvet lips, nibbling at intervals, my teeth denting the deeply-coloured flesh. I extend my tongue and push it inside, a fractional contact of tongue and clitoris, up and down, just twice. My top teeth clack on your clit piercing. I think I hear a small groan escape you. I press a fat kiss on your lovely cunt, then roll you over. My hands lay on your bottom, stroking the downy skin, and then my fingers sink a tad deeper, and I part you. Your dark secret flesh knot lies under my face, humid and fragrant. I have to press my lips to it, kissing and rekissing the entrance to you I love, dragging my lips round your tight little ring. Another loud popping kiss on your hole, one more on your damp cunt lips, and then my mouth travels down, down, down the length of your legs. I close by kissing my way along each of your ten toes. I clamber back up you, facing you again, so we're on our sides, our breath on each other. "It's so good to have You home, Sir," you whisper. At this, you surrender to yourself and fling your arms around me, clinging to me, your head against my chest and your eyes tightly closed. When you raise your head again, I see the tiny streak of a tear from the corner of your eye. TWO I sit up. "Darling,", I say at last, "What do I normally have for you when I return from a trip?" "A gift, Sir. But you know You are all the gift I need." "Indeed. Nevertheless, you will receive something this morning. First, though - breakfast, I think?" At this, you skip out of our bed, and coming round to my side, you help me into my robe. I watch you scamper nude across the room and down the stairwell as I sit on the edge of the bed, yawning and stretching. By the time I descend to the kitchen, the table has been laid and bears orange juice, hot coffee, buttered toast and marmalade. When I've taken my seat at the table, you curl up, still nude, at my feet with your bowl of chocolate. We start breakfast. After a spell you break the silence. "Sir...will You be going away again soon?" "You know, darling, my job takes me from you regularly. That's something you must get used to." You lower your head, take a sip of chocolate. "I know, Sir." And after a long pause, you pluck up your courage. "But I hate it, Sir." I look down at you. You raise your head and return my gaze warily. "I'm sorry, Sir, but it's the truth. I hate you to go, I hate you not being here." "That's possessive. It's a trait I thought we'd worked on." "I know, I know, Sir. But I can't help it. I - I just don't feel I exist when You aren't here. There's no meaning to me without my Master." "You're always my possession. I own you, no matter how far away I might be." I reach down, tug at your collar. "What does this mean?" I flick the monogrammed rings on your nipples. "And these?" You see where I'm going, and part your thighs, still kneeling by me. You clit ring emerges and gleams. "Yes, darling, even there my name is on you. And yet you say you don't feel my presence when I'm away." "I'm ashamed of these feelings, Sir. I know I am a disappointment to You. but I can't lie about how much it hurts not to have You with me." Your bottom lips trembles, and try to hide it by bowing your head. THREE I ponder for a long interval. Then I drain my coffee cup and get to my feet. "Didn't I say I had something for you, darling?" You try to muster a smile, and stand at my gesture. "Now now, you know I detest moping." I loop my index finger through the ring on the front of your collar, and lead you from the kitchen, through the house, to the Basement. You pad along behind me, your curiosity stirring. We come to my workbench, and with a gesture of my index finger, you are on your knees again. Leaning back on the edge of the bench, I lift a long, sleeved object, wider at the top. "This is what I picked up for you this trip, darling. Any guesses?" "Is it a new crop, Sir? Or a cane?" Without answering, I unzip the sleeve. I grip the long black iron bar by its wooden handle. At its end, there is a crescent shape. I turn it in the light to let you see. You gasp. "It's a branding iron, Sir." I turn and turn the upper-case serif C. "Yes, it is, darling. I suppose I had anticipated our conversation of this morning; I've been thinking, yes, she wears my name on her nipples, on her clitoris... but these are adornments. Removable ones. It's time my name was truly ON you, part of your body. It may help you to feel more that a little of me remains with you always when I have to be away. And it may let you feel irreversibly owned." After a pause, you speak, a little gulp before your words. "Where will You brand me, Sir?" I do not reply, but, brand in hand, I take you by your collar ring, raise you and walk you to the Horse. With practised grace, you drape yourself across it, bottom high and legs apart, and reach down to grip the Horse's legs on the far side. I lean the branding iron against the Horse and take the ball gag out of my toolbox. You lift your head to assist me as I stoop to fasten the gag on you, pushing the ball tightly into your mouth. "Will I need to bind your wrists and ankles, darling?" You shake your head assertively, and grip tighter. I clench your hair and lift you head so our eyes meet fully. "This will be painful, you know that. Are you happy to go through with it? I need your full consent." You nod, and attempt a muffled Yes. I let your head drop. Having prepped your right bottom cheek with an antiseptic wipe, I ignite my blowtorch. The low roar of the flame fills the otherwise still Basement as I tighten the flame and it shifts from red to orange to yellow. I then plunge the C brand into the flame, and watch it take on the same glowing colour. The hot metal smell rises. When I look over at your rear, doubled over the Horse, I see your legs are tense, your toes restless, and your slightly parted cunt lips glistening. I set down the torch and pace slowly over to you, glowing brand in hand. I line up the brand rail at a right angle from you, and with a curt "Brace yourself," press the brand briefly but firmly against your cheek. A shriek, deadened by the gag, emerges through your throat, and your head lashes back. Impressively, you maintain your grasp of the Horse. The scent of your seared flesh intoxicates me. I whip away the scorching brand and drop it with a clang on my workbench. A red and black C stands out vividly on your bottom. You entire body quakes, and I hear you gnash on your gag, a mixture of biting and sobbing, as I fetch a jar of balm. Carefully, tenderly, I daub balm on your brand, soothing you. FOUR I crouch before you now, and lift your tear-streaked face in my hand. Your eyes do not leave mine as I undo your gag and set it down. "Th-thank You, Sir, for putting Your name on Your cunt." I softly press a kiss onto your lips, stroking your wet forehead, smoothing your hair back. "You've been such a brave girl. I'm so proud of you. You fully deserve my name on you." You swallow hard. "Now Sir, please...will You christen my branded arse?" I start back. "It's a little soon, darling. You've just been through..." Your eyes are still on mine as your hands go behind you, and I watch you pull the cheeks of your bottom apart, and you wince as you brush the fresh wound of your brand. But your determination is evident. I raise an eyebrow, and then take some lubricant from my toolbox. My eyes are on the twin gaping holes between your arse cheeks, pink and stretched by your firm fingers. I squirt a couple of large dollops of lube into your cleft, and as it trickles down, I say, "First, get yourself ready, darling." Your fingers start to smear and spread the lubricant into your anus, up and down your cleft, delving in and out of your slick hole. I go back round to your face. One hand lifts your head by the hair; my other releases my cock from my trousers. "And now you can get me ready too." You continue to lubricate your arsehole with both hands as you take my cock into your mouth and to the back of your throat. "Nice and wet, now, angel," I croon, as I slowly and evenly fuck your mouth, and I can feel you pushing saliva on and around my shaft. At last I slide my cock out of your mouth, and you gasp, drooling, a strand hanging from your bottom lip. My cock is dripping and bubbled with spit. I circle to your rear again, and see your hands once more part your cheeks, offering your shining wet anus to me. I lay my cockhead on the tight dark hole and, gripping myself by the base, I push myself inside your arse. My hands rest on your hips, above yours; my right hand is close to your new C brand, and I begin to move my thick cock in and out of your hole. You grunt and gasp, rocking on your Horse, as I fuck your arse more and more assertively, my width spreading your tight ring and widening it. We move together, bodies in sync, as I pound inside your arse. Our animalistic cries blend as I approach my climax. I feel my balls tighten and my vein thicken. You push back onto my cock, your anus devouring me, cheeks held by four hands, spread wide. Suddenly I sweep your hands off your arse, and withdraw my sticky cock from you with a slurp. Holding myself tightly at the base of my cock, I spurt gob after gob of hot thick spunk onto your arse, getting fat dollops of semen on your brand and across your bottom. I stagger back and lean against my workbench. Your hands move up again and I watch you smear my cum over your bottom and hole, bathing yourself in me. You stand, supporting yourself unsteadily on the Horse, and turn to face me again. With great care, you lick and suck every drop of semen off your fingers and palms, eyes on mine all the time. When you've done, you shuffle forward, and drop to your knees before me, at the brink of exhaustion. You take my messy cock in your mouth and dutifully clean me up, hands behind your back as you've been trained. You leave my cock spotless, and open your mouth wide to show me an empty mouth. "Thank You, Sir - Thank You, thank You." Once more, you have tears in your eyes. "I will never feel quite so bereft again when You go. You will always be with me, in me, on me." Homecoming **INSPIRIED BY THE LYRICS OF "COME ON CLOSER" BY JEM** Your pale green eyes grow wide when I open the door wearing the red, silk kimono you sent me while stationed overseas. It hits me mid-thigh with a matching silk sash. You look me up and down. I can see the question in your eyes. You want to know if I'm wearing anything under the robe. I smile and bite my lower lip, shaking my head. The color of your eyes gets darker, like emeralds. You reach out and run your fingers through my straight, black hair. I left it down, just as you like it. I hear your soft groan as your eyes drop to my mouth. I step back into our apartment, letting you pass, and then close the door. You look around, setting your duffle bag aside and removing your fatigue jacket. You tell me I've done a good job at keeping the place clean. How tired you are of sand and dust and wind. Of gunfire and crying children and bloodshed. I tell you that I'm proud of you for serving our country. But I'm glad you are safe. I need you more. I tell you to come with me. You take my outstretched hand, tilting your head to the side. You ask me what I have planned. I just smile and lead you down the hall to our bedroom. My heart skips a little. It's been so lonely these last eighteen months. I push the door open and gesture for you to sit in the chair by the window. I draw the shades and light the candles I have arranged on the bookshelves above and around the oversized lounge chair. You give me that crooked smile I love and sit down. You get comfortable, crossing your ankles, your hands loosely clasped in your lap. I place a thick pillow on the floor by your feet and kneel on it. You let out a soft gasp. I run my hands over your knees and down your shins. Your worn camo pants are rough against my palms. I look up at you as I untie your boots and slowly remove them. You are watching me closely. Your mouth is slightly gaping, and you are already breathing heavy. When I lick my lips, you mirror me, moaning. We've always been able to communicate without words. I wonder if you know what I'm thinking now. I want to run my hands through your thick, dark hair. I want you to kiss me so badly. To touch me. Slowly. Fully. Until I am shaking in your arms. But I promised myself that tonight would be all about you. I have worried every day since you were deployed. I want to show you how much you mean to me. How much I've missed you. I pull your socks off next. I produce a bottle of lotion from beside the chair and rub it all over your left foot. You close your eyes and groan as I take time to massage each toe, each muscle, each curve. I press my thumb into your arch, and your foot flexes in my hands. When I switch feet, you rub your left foot against my thigh. You slide it up under my kimono, making me shiver. I bite my lower lip while I massage your right foot, and I have to pause to take a deep breath, moaning softly as your touch arouses me. I regretfully push your foot away. Finished with the foot massage, I move my hands up your shins to your knees again. I keep going, caressing your thighs through your pants now. You jerk slightly. I let out a nervous laugh. We've never done this before. But I know you have always wanted me to. I tell you to relax. I'll take care of you. You moan when my fingers work at your belt, button, and zipper. When I slide my hands into your waistband and tug on your pants. When my skin touches yours as you lift your butt so I can slide your pants down. I sit back on my heels when you are only in your briefs. The bulge between your thighs tells me that you are aroused but not completely hard. Yet. I will solve that problem. Your cock is warm when I release it and cup it in my hands. You shudder when I run the pad of my thumb over the tiny eye, spreading precum all over the red, swollen head. I stroke you slowly, gently squeezing and twisting my hand. Your skin is like velvet over a ridged steel pipe. You feel so good. I remember the last time we made love. How you slid in and out of me just like I'm doing now with my hand. I shudder just thinking about it. You rise up and push your briefs down. I remove them completely and sit back between your widespread thighs. I continue stroking, wondering what you taste like. I look up and see your eyes are still on me, but they are glazed over now. I run my finger over the top of your cock and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean. It's kind of sweet. I hear you moan long and deep. And then I lower my head, flicking my tongue out at your cock. Your thighs tremble under my arms. I slide you into my mouth, my lips gently gripping onto your skin, soft but firm at the same time. My tongue flattens against your cock, and I moan, pulling you back out. You whisper my name, and then your hands are in my hair. Your fingers run through my locks, and then you hold my head still. You arch up to me and grunt. I giggle and pull free, your cock falling out of my mouth with a soft plop. I tell you to stop and let me do this. You argue. You want to touch me. I say you can later. Right now, this is all about you. You grip the arms of the chair instead. I resume stroking your cock with one hand while sucking. I run my other hand over the top of your thigh, massaging and caressing. I moan and hum, your cock warm between my lips. You groan, arching your hips at me again when our eyes meet. Your teeth are clenched. You tell me that it feels amazing and ask why I decided to do this now. I just shrug. I run the flat of my tongue up and down your cock. Licking around the head. Teasing the hole on top with the tip of my tongue. You shudder when I cup your balls and squeeze. I rub your cock against my cheek. So soft. I like watching your reaction. I now know why you like licking and sucking and fingering me. It's highly arousing to see the other person at your mercy, unaware of what will happen next. I could get off easily if I wanted to. But not yet. You are staring at the ceiling now. Your knees hug my sides. I lower my eyes to watch your cock as I pull it out of my mouth and stroke it harder and faster. I hear you gasping. Your legs go rigid around me. You call my name over and over. I run the flat of my hand over your stomach, gently scratching with my fingernails. I don't complain when you fist your hands in my hair. I take your cue and cover you with my mouth again, sliding you as deep as I can without gagging. A few moments later, you are jerking beneath me, cum spurting out of your cock all over my hands. I stroke you until you stop, and then your cock shrinks a little, growing limp in my hands. You are panting. Watching me, your eyes half-lidded. A smile spreads across your face. You release my hair and gently brush it out of my eyes. You blow me a kiss. I lean down and lick the tip of your cock and then my lips. I smile up at you. You sigh and close your eyes. For several minutes, you stroke my hair while I lay my head on your thigh. When I feel your movements cease, I look up and see your head leaning on your shoulder. Your breathing is even now, your chest rising and falling slowly. I stand up, careful not to wake you. I clean up in the bathroom and grab a beer from the fridge. The cool liquid coats my throat. But I can still taste you on my tongue. The saltiness of your precum. The heat of your skin. The throbbing of your thick cock. I return to the bedroom, laying on the bed to watch you. It is so good to have you home. You look so peaceful, sleeping in the chair. I try not to giggle as you are half-dressed, naked from the waist down. The longer my eyes linger on your cock, the more I wiggle around, thinking of what else you can do with it. Where I want to feel it. When I have finished my beer, I grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom and kneel before you again. I'm gently cleaning your cock when you stir. You tilt my chin up so I meet your eyes. You whisper, "Thank you." I whisper, "I love you." You smile and answer the same. When you hold out your hand, I take it and get to my feet. You pull me onto your lap and kiss me softly. You run your tongue across my lips before pressing it into my mouth. We are both panting when you finally let me up for air. You brush my hair back and stare into my eyes, kissing my nose. I tell you I'm not done with you yet. I struggle to escape your arms around me. My heart skips when you tell me to remove my kimono this time, and then you release me. I stand and untie the sash, pulling the sides open to reveal my slender waist, trimmed pussy, and full breasts. My nipples are hard and aching. I have to bite my lip, groaning at the desire pulsing through me. I push the robe back off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. You growl, your eyes slowly roaming up and down my naked body. I almost cry from relief when you tell me I can suck you again later. You yank your regulation T-shirt over your head and reach for my hand. You tug me forward and help me straddle your hips, my knees resting on the seat of the chair. We both moan when I lower myself down onto your cock. You cup my breasts and pinch my nipples between your finger and thumb. You lift one to your mouth and suck on it as you grip my hips. I close my eyes and lean my head back, my hands on your shoulders as you take control. I try to tell you how glad I am that you are back, but my words gets lost in my cries of ecstasy. I think you know, anyway. ~ H Homecoming You've been working away for four months, but it feels like a lifetime. In the next few weeks you are going to fuck me in every position you can imagine, and some that you've never dreamt of. I want you so much, I get wet just thinking about you -- and to know that you will be home in just a few short days... the anticipation alone is making me so horny. I have sent you some photos during that time to remind you what you are missing, and as the day you come back to meets gets ever closer, I am sending some more. I know these are not new photos, but don't be disappointed. This is what you're coming home to; these firm, round tits with the soft skin you like so much, and the nipples that harden immediately at your touch. Run your tongue over them. Feel them graze your chest as we embrace. Look at my mouth, the one that will take in your cock and make you feel amazing. I will lick and suck until you're harder than you ever thought possible. There's more, you know that. You know I want you to kiss me; on my mouth, on my neck. I want you to kiss me deep, then part my legs with your knee and slide it upwards until it meets my wetness. You'll hear me moan. Kiss me again, don't stop kissing me. Move over so that your legs are between mine, so that I can feel your cock hard against me, but not yet inside me. You know how much I want that, to feel you inside me again. The mere thought of it makes me want to scream. It makes me breathless, fills me with anticipation. It makes me wet, aching for you. Kiss me. Trace my nipple with the tip of your tongue. Kiss the soft, sensitive spot inside my hip bone, my thighs, and then slowly and lightly lick my clit. I will moan so loudly at this, I won't be able to contain the sounds welling up inside me. A few more flicks of your tongue and I will have to have you. I will be pulling you up, your face towards mine, pulling you closer until they finally meet, and feeling the tip of your cock at the entrance to my soft, wet cunt again. Look into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes as you push the head of your cock into me, but slowly, so slowly that we can feel every single nerve ending screaming at us to be fuck hard. Then stop, with just the head inside. Wait a moment, and then kiss me again. Kiss me and I will lift my open legs and hold you tight as you slide into me, all the way, making me catch my breath. Move slowly, in and out. Savour every moment, creating a beautiful rhythm then suddenly thrust into me as hard as you can, once. So hard you make us both moan. Increase the pace now, my hips will rise to meet you. Now stop! Take your cock out and sit up, let me slowly lick that hard, glistening cock from base to tip, then just once lightly over the head. Let me straddle you, and maintain that eye contact so you can see exactly what you do to me. I will move slowly, rocking back and forth, grinding my clit against you, moaning involuntarily. Push me back slightly to change the angle, then hear me moan louder, knowing that you're doing that; your cock is filling me to the point where I can think of nothing but coming. Reach down and roll your thumb over my clit, watch my hips move faster, my cunt gripping your cock. Then, just before I come, stop again. Roll me over, lift my legs and push your cock into me deeply, and hard, as hard and deep as you can. My fingers will move between my legs now, rubbing my clit as I watch your face contort with pleasure as you fuck me, hear you make those primal sounds that I love to hear, the sounds that mean you're so turned on and ready to come inside me. Wait... slow down, lean forward, look into my eyes once more. Kiss me again. Grind against my clit and make me come, feel my orgasm ripple through my cunt, all the way up your cock and that is what will make you come, harder than you've ever known. Then hold me in your arms until you're ready to go again. I never want to stop fucking you. Homecoming Note 1: This is a work of fiction, any similarities to real people is coincidental and not intended by the author. Note 2: After seeing the commits in one my other postings I decided to set the record straight. I'm a native English speaker, but suffer from Dyslexic Dysgraphia.I have yet to find an editor, so if you know one, feel free to drop a line and let me know. As the plane landed at my hometown airport I notice the crowds waiting. As I sat waiting for the plane to come to a stop I was thinking, 'Why couldn't I been from some big city? Yeah, I would have been in the papers, but here in the middle of nowhere USA?' According to the local newspaper, I was a hero. But I didn't feel that way. I did what I had to do to save my platoon back in that god for shaken shit hole in Iraq. For my actions on that day, I was awarded one of the highest honors in the military Distinguished Service Cross. That was four years ago, and I haven't been home in 13 years. But a lot had changed in the past four years. I was now Sergeant First Class John Allen RA Retired. Well retired isn't the right word to use. I was medically discharged after an IED took off my right leg just above where my knee used to be. Then my parents and only sister were killed when they were driving out to see me at Walter Reed. I was thinking sometimes fate could be cruel mistress. Once the plane came to a stop the dozen or so passengers got up and started to get off the short haul passenger aircraft used by Delta for these kinds of flights. I waited for a second. There were a lot of reasons I haven't been back here in 13 years. Ok, that wasn't totally true either. Her name was Rebecca and she had been my high school sweetheart. Back in high school everyone said we were the perfect couple and they said they saw us at the wedding chapel soon after we finished college. But there was one detail everyone over looked. Her father was the one of the richest men in the state, and with money came power. Then there was my family, we were dirt road poor. We never wanted for anything, but then again we never had anything new either. I think during high school her father put up with the fact me and Rebecca were dating and honestly believed it would never go anywhere. That all changed after we graduated high school, and I asked for her hand in marriage. As I was thinking about the reason I had never been back home, the pilot came up to me, "Sergeant you're home." I looked around and saw we were the only two people still on the plane. I looked up the pilot, "Oh sorry sir. It's just been a long time since I been home." The pilot looked at me and then my fruit salad. I could tell by the look he made he knew what a few of those awards meant. As I was getting up the pilot spoke again, "Sergeant you did your country proud. Now enjoy your retirement." I started down the ramp and saw the crowd of people. It looked like the whole town was here to see me come home. They even had the JROTC color guard unit from the high school out. All I was thinking was I wasn't a hero; the heroes were the ones who never made it back home. I did what I had to do to keep more soldiers from ending up toe up like the true heroes. Walking down the stairway I saw the people clapping and cheering, and I wonder if I had returned as just another sergeant would I get this kind of fan fair? But as I scanned the crowd I notice Rebecca wasn't there. I was glad of that, because that was one scar I knew that would never heal and I don't think I could have handed her today. After saying a few words to the writer of the local newspaper man, I was given the key to the city by the mayor. Then a few photo shoots later, I started back to my childhood home. It was a long drive and allowed me time to think. But my thoughts kept coming back to Rebecca and why I left this town in the first place. Right after high school I asked Rebecca to be my wife. She said yes. Then I when to her father to get his blessing. To say he blew a fuse was an understatement of the first order. He called me every name you could call a poor person. He told I wasn't fit to marry his daughter and only allowed it to go on because he just figured that it was a phase Rebecca was going through. I told him that it was no phase, and I wanted Rebecca to be my wife. At the time Rebecca and I were planning on going to the same college. Her father was paying her tuition; I was going on an ROTC scholarship. But the day after I spoke to Rebecca's father everything started to change, and for the worse. Somehow he got my ROTC scholarship yanked. I still don't know how he pulled that one off. Then when he found out I was still trying to marry Rebecca and was working on getting student loans to pay my tuition, that was when he when off the deep end. He told Rebecca that if she when ahead and married me, he would disown her. She would be cut off from her family and never be allowed to return home. That was the stake that finally drove us apart. She was crying when she gave me my high school ring back. Always wanting out of this town, I set fuck it. I enlisted in the Army as an Infantryman three days later. I hoped to get into the Green to Gold program so I could become an officer like I always dreamed of, but then 9/11 changed everything. Six combat tours and three Purple Hearts later I was back in my home town. As I was turning down the dirt road back to my childhood home I thoughts kept coming back to something my mother told be a right after that god damn shit hole of a down in Iraq. Rebecca's father had died of a massive stroke, and I should call Becky up. I had always single my whole time in the army. I never even had a steady girlfriend. Yes I had more than my fair share of lovers during my 13 year hitch in the army, but nothing ever close to what one would call a steady girlfriend. My platoon mates had always called me a player, but the truth was different. I just wanted to find someone who could replace the hole Rebecca ripped out of me, but I never found a woman up to the task. Honestly at this point I didn't think I ever would, but I had come to understand that and got use to the idea. I was going to die alone. Saying that didn't hurt as bad as it used to, but there was still pain in saying that. Because who wants to die alone? Once I was close enough to see my house, I noticed there was a car in front of it. I was wondering who would be here? I knew there were no outstanding loans on the house, so it couldn't be the bank. I have lost touch with all my high school friends, so who was this and what they want? As I pulled up in front of my house, my heart skipped a beat. I was thinking she had a lot of nerve coming here. I noticed though she had let her hair go out since the last time I seen her. Even though she was in her early 30s, just like I was, she was still looking just as good as that day I last saw her 13 years ago. Her body was just as curvy as I remember it. Then I noticed her face, it still looked like it could belong to a model like it always had. It took me the better part of a minute to get my thoughts together so I could speak to Rebecca. Rebecca could see the confusion in my face and understood I needed time. Finally, I spoke, or tried to, "Becky..." I couldn't get any more out before I fell to my knee and started to cry. All the pain came back to the surface. The pain from the IED blast in Afghanistan, to the loss of my family, than seeing the only woman I have ever loved and who broke my heart stand in front of me was just too much to bear. Becky came down the steps with lighting speed when she saw me go to my knee. Within seconds she was also on the ground beside me. She was hugging me and was giving me her shoulder to cry on. Everyone has a breaking point and I had just reached mine. A few minutes later, Becky helped me back to my feet. The tears were still flowing as she helped me up the stairs and into my house. It took a moment for me to find the right key since it had been so long since I have been standing here. But once back into my childhood home, I made a beeline to the place my father kept his bottle of whiskey hid. My mom never liked the booze, and didn't want in the house, but that didn't keep pops from keeping a bottle hid. I found it and saw it was about half full through the tears that were pouring out of my eyes. I opened the cap and took a long pull. I woke up the next morning in bed. The first thing I notice I had a hangover bigger than Texas. Then I noticed I wasn't in my dress blues anymore. How did I get into my PT gear I wonder? The next thing I notice there were two aspirins and a bottle of water on the night stand next to my bed. Not looking a good house in the mouth, I grab both aspirins and the water. Within second the aspirins were on their way to my stomach. I wonder how much longer before they started to kick this hangover to the curb. As I started to wonder to the kitchen, I was still trying to figure out how I got out of my dress blues and into my PT gear. I was thinking about the last thing I remember from the day before. I froze in my tracks, she wouldn't? Would she? I skipped the kitchen and headed to the living room, where sure enough Becky was sleeping on the couch. I sat down in one of the chairs in the living room, and said out loud, "Oh lord I need another drink." Well Becky wasn't sleep, but wasn't totally awake either. She rolled over to her side, "No you don't John." I sat there in stun silence as I looked at the most beautiful women I have ever seen. How could one woman cause me so much pain and joy all in the same breath? After a few minutes I when back into the kitchen and put the coffee pot on. I made the coffee stronger than normal. As I was pouring the first cup, Becky came into the kitchen. Her dress was all winked up from sleeping in it. I notice she was barefoot as she came in. She spoke, "So what does a lady have to do to get a cup of coffee?" If I wasn't so hung-over, I might have noticed the look in her eye. But instead I said, "God I could really use another drink." Becky looked me square in the eye, "Oh, no you mister. My future husband will not be a drunk. I already been there once, and will not go back again. So I will ask again, what does a lady have to do get a cup of coffee around here?" I was just dumb founded. Did she just say what I thought she said? No I must have been dreaming. Still stun, I when over to the cabinet were the cups, a grab one and handed it to her. She looked a bit disappointed that I didn't pour her cup for her, but I needed time to think. She took a sip, and almost choked, "Damn John. That's strong. Do you always drinking that strong?" Even though I was still working on getting rid of the hangover, "Becky I need something to get going this morning." She left it alone at that. She finished her cup, as I downed three more in the same time. After going to the bathroom, I re-entered the kitchen and started another pot of coffee. Then I looked over to Becky, "Becky, will you give me a minute and I will met you outside on the patio." I think she understood that I needed time. I was still thinking did she really say that? Future husband? Now? Why now? Or was I just hearing things? Once the coffee was ready, I poured myself another large cup and headed out to the patio in the front of the house. I took a seat and watched the sunrise over the Big Sky Country. I had forgotten how beautiful it could be. Finally Becky spoke, "John why are you being so quiet?" Her words had real feeling behind them. As if she was truly worried about me. But I knew she couldn't be, because if she would care about me, we would have gotten married 13 years ago, damn her father's wishes to hell. I took a deep breath, "Becky, why are you here?" I asked in almost cold tone. Becky looked at me as if I just slapped her with a two by four. She was pissed, that much was clear. "Damn, John I thought that would be clear enough." "Bullshit. I need another drink." Why was she here? I couldn't understand why she had been waiting for me. What the hell could she want? "Oh, hell no. My next husband will not be a god damn drunk mister. You got a pass last night because I know you had been through hell, but I want you as fucking sober as priest on Sunday morning from now on. You understand me mister?" She just said again. Future Husband, Me? All the emotions I have came to the surface. I knew I still loved her, but I also hated her for leaving me all those years ago. Also there was no way she could be for real about us getting married. I looked over to Rebecca, "So where is he Becky? Because, the only other person here besides me is you. Or that's all I see, so where the fuck is your next husband Becky?" Becky stood up and started walking to where I was setting. "Damn it John don't be so fucking dense. You are going to be my next and final husband." Right before I spoke, Becky placed a finger on my lips. "John I love you, and always have, now just shut up and something I have wanted to do for years." She got on her knees and motioned me to raise my hips, which I did. She then pulled down my PT shorts, and took my flaccid dick in her hand, and slowly brought it to life. Once it was to its full seven inches, she took it in her mouth and started to give me my first blow job in months. Her tongue as I remember was always talented, but god it was better than I remembered. Whatever Becky was doing in that golden mouth of hers, she was giving me the best blow job I ever had. And that was saying something, even with all the women who had been in the same place Becky was now. But damn was it good. Shit it was better than good, I was in fucking heaven. Her eyes were looking up at me, and they were saying one simple thing, I love you. But I wouldn't last all that long. It's been over a year since, since I had the time for a woman. I could fill my orgasm near, and I knew I wouldn't last long. Then I felt it at my base shoot up through me. I screamed out at the top of my lungs, "HOLY SHIT!" Becky somehow managed to take my whole load of spunk and swallowed it all. But one thing I did notice the whole time her eyes never left mine. They were still saying the same thing, I love you. My head was spinning as I was coming to terms with what was happening. God how I have wanted this moment for years, now that it was here I wasn't going to let it go. I could see Becky wasn't happy when I pull my shorts back over my semi hard dick. I pulled her up and leaned in and kissed her. I wasn't waiting for her and pushed my tongue into her mouth and let are tongues dance for a good minute. I could still taste some of my man goo in her mouth, but I didn't care, this was the women I loved and wanted to show it. Then I broke off the kiss. I looked into her eyes, "Becky I still love you, and if you want to get marry I don't want to wait. Let's go down to the courthouse now and do it." At hearing that, her grin which could melt any heart came started to show. "That sounds good, but I have a better idea." She lean back in and kissed me. This time Becky took the lead and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She also moved her hands to the waistband of my shorts in an effort to take them off. I stopped her and took her hands into mine, and broke off the kiss. "I know what you want, and by god I want it to. But first you will be Mrs. Allen first before you get that." Saying that took all my strength, because I would have loved nothing more than to strip and have the hottest and dirtiest sex in all of my life with her right there. There was love in my eyes, but there was also something else. The look was saying I wasn't joking. Becky started laughing, "Ok John. But when we get back here, you have to promise to fuck the shit out of me, deal?" "Done. Now let's go get ready for the wedding." We when back inside the house and I got into a nice pair of pants and a collar shirt. Since Becky didn't live here she couldn't change into better clothes. But I told her we would go by her place to allow to get into a better dress for our wedding. Once I was dress we headed out to her car and start the drive back to her house. It was a long drive, and we caught up over what had happen over the past 13 years since we had last seen each other. I went first and told her, my story. She was somewhat shocked by some of the events, but the one that shocked her, the most was how many women had been in my life since her. We were each other's first, but since Becky, I had lost count of how many women I been with. But if I had to guess I would say it was well over 100 by this point. They all had the same problem, they weren't Becky. Becky story was different than mine, well kind of. She could count how many guys she had been with since me, but of the four other guys she had been with, she had married two of them. Her first husband turned out to be a drunk. Now I understood why she told me I wound never drink again. Her second was a dirt bag and cheat on her. She had left him over four years ago, just after her father died. She had been hoping that I would come back for her. She had even talked to my folks to see if they could get me back here. Come to think of it, my folks were always dropping hints over the past four years that I should come back home and see if that flame was still there between me and Becky. I just I was just to fucking hard headed to take the fucking hint. But we had one thing income in both stories, we had each tried to find someone to fill the void left because we didn't have each other, and we had both failed at it horribly. That was going to change today, because I would never let Becky out of my life again after today. The wedding was a very simple affair. Becky was in a simple dress that showed off her body. For the wedding itself, it was just the judge, myself and Becky and the deputy for a witness. Shit the paperwork took longer to do than the wedding itself. But by noon on this day we were Mr. and Mrs. John Allen. God how I loved the sound of that, and still do. Once we had are wedding license in hand, we made a bee line to her place. We still haven't worked out at the details, but all we knew was we were still madly in love with each other and there wasn't going to be anything that would keep as apart this time. I knew I would move heaven and Earth for her, and the look in her eyes told me Becky would do the same. By the time we had it back to her house, we were both like a damn that was about to bust. Once the engine had stopped we both reached over and starting necking like a pair of high school students who had just learned about the joys of kissing. Our hands were moving up and down each other feeling each other up. The most painful thing I did that day was break that kiss. I don't know how long we had been kissing, but when I broke the kiss the windows in her car were fogged up. Once I had my breath, I quickly got out of the car and made my way to her door. Once there I open the door sweeping Becky off her feet. Even with me only having one real leg, I was going to be damned if I didn't do this right. Once we were in her house, the clothes just started coming off as quickly as we could pull them off. Once are clothes were off we just stared at each other for a second. I was looking at her perfect body, it was just as I remembered. My body through was very different with all the scars from Iraq and Afghanistan. The most noticeable different was my leg through. Where once was flesh and bone was now metal and plastic. I don't know who made the first move, but are tongues were dancing yet again. Are hands were moving up and down; feeling every piece of skin there was. Finally wanting to return my cock to its home, I laid Becky down on the hardwood floor. As I looked at her sex it was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. It was beyond wet and it was calling me. I leaned forward putting my cockhead at the tip at the entrance to my wife's pussy. Homecoming She unlocked the door and threw it open. "Mommy, daddy, I'm home," she called as she had a thousand times before. Getting off the bus as a fifth grader and all through the rest of elementary school. They'd lived here in this idyllic and isolated home even through her college years. But she hadn't been home in a long time. Now her joyful cry of 'I'm home' was met with silence. "Hi, hon. You have a good day at school?" wasn't the response. Only silence and a slight echo greeted her. She started to cross the threshold, but she found she could not enter. The realization that neither 'mommy' nor 'daddy' would ever respond again evoked a long suppressed sob. She didn't enter, but turned and sat on the porch swing sobbing. Finally her emotions ebbed, the sobbing slowed, and she was able to control and quench it altogether. She rose and turned back to the house. Quietly she extracted the key from the lock and put it back in her purse. The key was no longer on a chain around her neck. It hadn't been used in years. She'd been back to visit, but she hadn't needed a key to enter. She had always been met at the door. First, both parents greeted her. Then she returned to bury her father and only her mother greeted her. Then the even more wrenching experience of having to return to bury her mother. She had left the house and her hometown feeling like an orphan. She hadn't been able to sell the house. How could she sell the place of so many memories. It had to wait. Even now she wasn't really ready, but she'd come back to see if perhaps she could do it. Entering the house, stepping into the foyer, she was still uncertain. The ambient odors were those of a house long closed. Stuffy with some old food, perhaps a trace of her mother's perfume and her father's pipe could be teased from the odors that greeted her. Quickly she set about opening windows. She planned to stay for a few days so she was anxious to let the less pleasant odors go their way. Maybe some of the more pleasant ones would remain. The house creaked even under her small frame. Two windows in the living room, two in the kitchen, then the back door. Things didn't look too bad. The floors needed dusting as did the furniture and various counters and shelves. She'd get to that soon. Head down, not wanting to take in the full vista of the house, she returned to the foyer to leave the front door open. "Oh, my god," she screamed as the sight of dirty, ragged boots suddenly became part of this vista. Snapping her head up she saw him. Knife raised ready to strike, terrifying with his long, unwashed hair and craggy face. She continued screaming until with panic overwhelming her, she fainted. Chapter Two She awoke in minutes, but by that time he had bound her hands with cords cut from window blinds. It may have been that which brought her around for the thin cords were cutting into her wrists painfully. Her fingers were cold and numbing. He was standing over where she lay on the foyer floor looking down at her with a malevolent smile. She tried to skitter away pushing with her heels. Barely moving in response, he stamped hard on one ankle. She shrieked and stopped moving. "Who are you? What are you going to do to me," she screamed in panic. For a time, until he quieted her with a fierce, "Shut up!", she babbled, tears flowing. She stared mutely at him. Her chin quivered out of control. Tears pooled on the floor on either side of her head. She began to shake all over. He knelt on one knee at her side. She could smell his bad breath even from this distance. He hissed at her, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Confused she said, "This is my house." Then clearer thinking returning, she continued. "Maybe I've got the wrong house. Just let me up and I'll leave." "To late," he hissed. He was leering at her. Terror returned as she read his thoughts. "What's your name," he asked demandingly. "Leslie," she replied stammering a little. "That could be either a boy's name or a girl's name." he replied. "Which are you?" He smirked as he asked. He reached for her, his hand seeking her breasts. She twisted away. "Please don't," she managed even as his big hand clamped down on her breast. A button popped off flying up and clattering down on the wood floor as the opposing forces tore her blouse. The blouse, with it's V neck already had one button open. Loss of the second exposed her bra. His nails had put two parallel scratches on her breast. They brightened into red streaks. Again she struggled, now to cover herself. He made no move to stop her, only chuckled, a low malevolent laugh. She pulled the blouse over her breasts clutching it together tightly with her bound hands. He began to stand. "Wait," she pleaded. "Look at my hands, feel my fingers, these cords are too tight. Please loosen them." She released her blouse and held her hands out. She recoiled slightly as he took her hands in his, not just feeling the tips of her fingers, but holding her hands in his, his filthy hands with their long, ragged, dirty fingernails cradling her soft manicured hands. He leaned closer. His breath sickened her. She turned her head away. She started as he raised the knife which had been on the floor. He cut the cords. Feeling flooded back into her hands as he rubbed them solicitously. They tingled almost painfully. As he rubbed them he said, "If you plan to be a good little girl, if you are a girl, I won't tie them again. You just have to do as you're told." Remembering the pain in her fingers, she nodded in defeat. "OK," he said standing. He reached down to her with one filthy hand. "Take it," he insisted. She grasped it in revulsion and allowed him to help her stand. Once on her feet she looked at him expectantly and in defeat. He smiled that malevolent smile again. "First things first," he said. "We need to decide if you're a girl or a boy." He grinned. She shuddered. He said nothing further, but continued to look at her. Minutes passed in silence. Finally, unable to bear the quiet and suspense, she said, "Don't I just look like a girl?" "Some boys can make themselves look just like a girl," he rejoined. "What do you want," she asked, but was afraid she knew the answer. He said nothing, just looked at her. He looked into her eyes. He looked at her face. His eyes traveled slowly down her neck and hesitated on her chest. Further down his eyes found her waist, her hips, her crotch, then finished near the floor before returning, retracing their earlier path. Pursing her lips as the tears began again, she opened her blouse. It was a slow affair totally devoid of the sexual movements of a stripper. She stood quite still as she opened the remaining three buttons and pulled the blouse from her jeans. She let it hang open slightly, just enough to show her bra. While not constructed as a sexy or revealing bra, it clearly showed the lines and curves of her breasts, though her blouse still covered much of them. "Is that what you wanted," she asked hesitantly knowing with virtual certainly that it was not enough. He said nothing. He stared at her chest then looked into her eyes. It was not enough. Heart pounding she pulled her blouse open revealing more of her breasts, though they were still covered within her bra. Still he said nothing, clearly waiting. Tears dripped onto her chest. She tried to move her hands to her back to find the catch, but they were leaden and wouldn't move. They were numb again. He waited. With a deep breath she forced her hands to her back and the bra catch. She bent her head to avoid his leering eyes as she yielded. The tears fell to the wood floor of the foyer. They made dusty circles where they landed. She released the catch. The bra lurched forward but did not leave her uncovered. Without raising her head she pulled the bra up sufficiently to reveal herself to him. How long would she have to expose herself like this? Would he say, "OK, put it back on now?" He said nothing, but his second-hand trousers clearly presented his reaction. Fear coursed through her as, head bent, she stared directly at the evidence of his hardening cock. He reached his hand out. Oh, god, she thought realizing that she would not be permitted to cover herself. She struggled out of her bra pulling the straps down inside her blouse and over her hands leaving her blouse in place while she reluctantly handed him her bra. She kept her head bent as she handed over the bra. Though she did not look at his face, her eyes involuntarily were riveted on his swelling cock. She saw the hand take the bra and toss it aside like the wrapper of a candy bar. The hand was back immediately demanding more. A knot in the pit of her stomach was her response to knowing that she would have no cover for her breasts now. Another deep breath and she unbuttoned the cuffs of the blouse and removed it from her shoulders, her arms, leaving her chest naked to his leering eyes. He took the blouse she proffered and cast it, too, quickly aside. The hand returned outstretched again. He took a shuffle step toward her and began to fondle her nipples. She heard an audible gasp. It must have come from her. He lightly pinched and pulled on her nipples for a few more moments before taking a half step back and holding out his hand again. What more could he want, she asked herself. The answer came in growing horror at her realization of what he wanted next. There was one more thing that would actually prove she was not a boy, not that that actually mattered. He knew she was a girl and he knew what more he wanted of her once she had provided this last proof. Should she run? The door was on her left, but closed. If she got out, what then. He would be following her. He was fully twice her size. If she provided the final proof, and he used her as he surely would, would he let her survive? What choices did she have? The fingers twitched. He wanted her jeans. "Please," she murmured. Their was no response but the twitching fingers. She raised her head to look at him. He was looking at her naked breasts and her crotch. What would it be like? How big was he? Would he hurt her? Would he kill her afterward? How would he kill her? Would he take the knife and kill her with one quick stab through the heart or would he torture her? She'd heard of rapists that hated women and brutally mutilated them after using them. She'd heard of women with their nipples severed from their breasts, even breasts cut off. Would he kill her first so she wouldn't know the pain? Would he mutilate her genitals? What would he do to her? The tears which had slowed started again in earnest making puddles on the floor. "Please don't hurt me," she pleaded again. The response was the same. "Would you just use," revulsion swelled in her stomach, "my mouth?" She didn't dare look at him. "Would you like me to," she made a stroking motion with her hands. The fingers twitched. Without hope she opened the button on her jeans. She slowly ran the zipper down to its base. Her bikini panties showed now. Slowly she slid her feet from her sandals and stood barefoot. She carefully began lowering her jeans. She didn't want her panties to come off with her jeans just in case there was any hope at all. She gulped suddenly realizing that she was gyrating her hips as she usually did to get her tight jeans off. She looked up at him in horror. He was leering at her crotch. Her panties slid enough to reveal the little bit of pubic hair she retained just above her entryway. Her boyfriend liked it, he said. She stopped and pulled her panties back into place. He said nothing, but his fingers twitched again. Her tight jeans required some balancing on one foot as she fought to get the leg off the other. She lost her balance and was forced to bounce on one foot. Her breasts gyrated in several directions as she performed this dance. He grunted his appreciation. She redoubled her efforts to pull her jeans off as her breasts danced for his pleasure. Finally she was able to hand them to him. She stood naked but for her panties, a pair of blue bikini-cut panties. They were not especially sheer, but she knew she was visible through them. Her boyfriend liked that as well. She would also be sporting a camel toe as the tight material forced itself in between her lips. Was this more obscene than being naked? She removed them and offered them in utter defeat to the demanding hand. "Well," he said, a rush of air punctuating the word. "You certainly are a girl, and a lovely one at that. Hold yourself open for me so I can get a finger inside." In despair she complied pulling the lips of her pussy apart, offering herself to his invading finger. She displayed herself obscenely and he made no move. He was leering again. Finally, the knife came to her chin. She let go her pussy and stepped backward. "Hold yourself open," he hissed, the knife point at her larynx. She returned her hands and held herself open staring straight at the hand holding the knife. She held her breath as his finger slowly made its way inside her. He pushed suddenly. She gasped again. The knife point bit. She gasped again. "Hold still," he hissed again, "or you could hurt yourself." She resolved not to move as he explored the length of her passageway. He worked his finger in and out, this way and that. His thumb found her clit. He circled it as though to excite her. She didn't know how to react so she did nothing but held as still as she could. His fingers hurt, but she did nothing. He pulled his finger out and looked at it. "You're tight and not even wet," he commented. "You'll have to get me pretty wet or it will never go in." She said nothing. The point of the knife was scratching at her throat. "Get on your knees," he said suddenly. Immediately she complied. "Take my pants off." She worked the various buttons and his fly until his pants dropped unceremoniously to the dusty floor. He wore no underwear. His hard cock was positioned at her nose. She scuttled back to avoid it. "Suck it," he commanded harshly. "And if I feel one tooth on it, I'll cut your tits off." He wasn't big enough that sucking him to get him wet would be a problem, she observed to herself. "You just want it wet," she asked in a little girl voice. "Suck it," was the response. She opened her mouth not knowing exactly what he wanted. Her lips encountered the head of his cock. He pushed lightly against her. She wet him with her tongue. He pushed more. She opened her mouth to allow the head inside. Little by little his cock entered her mouth. She continued to wet it as it encroached. She was near gagging when he stopped. "Stand up," he commanded again. She stood letting his cock drop from her mouth. Taking in deep breaths she stood looking down waiting for the next command. Chapter 3 He turned her with his hand on her shoulder toward the stairway. "Go upstairs to the big bedroom," he said now speaking quietly in her ear from behind. "Put one hand under each tit and hold them out as you go. Just like you're proud of them." She was, in fact, proud of her breasts, but she'd never done anything like this before. Naked, holding one breast in each hand she started up the stairway to what she knew was her parents room. There waited a king-size bed, and his pleasure with her. The knife point pricked at the small of her back. Halfway up the stairs he said, "Stop." Surprised, she stopped and stood, breasts in her the palms of her hands. "Kneel," he commanded. She knelt, back straight, breasts in hand. "Put your head on the next step and straighten your legs so your butt's in the air. Don't let go of your tits." She struggled, but complied. He began to explore her now obscenely displayed body. For several minutes he fondled her openings pushing a finger in first one than the other. The knife never left her body, a continuing reminder of her peril. Without warning, a finger still in her butt, he said, "OK, go on." She stood with some difficulty and began up the stairs again. This time with one of his fingers in her butt. It felt really strange to walk with a finger in such an unfamiliar place. She found her parents' bedroom and stopped at the door. "Go on," he insisted pushing some with the point of the knife. The bed was straight ahead. He urged her forward until her knees were against the mattress. He pulled his finger out. "Lie on your back, spread eagle," he told her. Even a casual glance at the bed told her she was not the first. A spot of dried blood in the center and ties extending from each corner of the bed frame told a story. Instinctively, looking at the bed, she knew what to expect and she spread her arms and legs to accommodate him. She was now in complete defeat mode. She would cooperate. Quickly he tied her arms and legs rendering her completely available. He looked at her, spread widely, lying on her back open to any wish. His cock was hard, ready to impale her. As he began to remove the rest of his clothes, she turned her head to stare at the wall. "Watch," he commanded sharply. "I want you to be looking when I come to take you." She turned back as he told her and watched him as he stripped. She looked as his muscular chest and noted the scars, monuments to old battles. She dared to look at his cock which would be soon inside her. It was solid with cum pooling on the head. Occasionally as he moved and his cock bobbed a droplet would fall. She feared his cock not because of its size, but because she feared him and she feared what he would do to her when he was finished. He had finished stripping and was showing off his muscles. Then he took his cock in his right hand and his balls in the other. "Look at me," he said. "This is for you. I'm going to pump you full and watch it run out your pretty cunt. Then I'm going to turn you over and fuck you up the ass." She cringed at the thought, but said nothing. What she was wondering was what he would do with her when he finished. She couldn't get it out of her mind. The question formed on her lips again and again, but she knew if she asked, and he told her he would kill her, it would be unbearably horrible to know. And if he said he wouldn't hurt her, she wouldn't believe him. So she lay waiting for his cock to spread her lips as it forced itself inside her; waiting then for him to force his cock up her ass. There were no good outcomes in the near future. Pain and perhaps death awaited her in the next few minutes. She shuddered. Chapter 4 He knelt on the bed between her legs. Leaning forward he rubbed the tip of his cock with its droplets of cum against the lips of her pussy. She did not respond She was not wet. He leaned into her naked body forcing his hard cock against her unyielding pussy. It didn't open as he pushed. He pushed harder and was rewarded only by cries of pain from his victim. "Please," she was saying. "Please don't." He tried again. Panting she said, "I know there's something somewhere in the house that will help. Please don't keep trying to push it in." "Where," he grumbled getting to his feet. "I don't know," she whined. "Look in my bathroom. There should be some Vaseline there." Without a word he left returning within several minutes carrying a jar of Vaseline Seeing him she said, "Put it on yourself and inside me." Then she said, "Please do it when you . . . you know, . . . use my . . . ," she began to cry again. "Please don't put it up my . . . ." She couldn't bring herself to say the word, but he knew what she was talking about and he was damned, the thought, if he was going to be denied her ass. He positioned himself on his knees between her legs again and applied the Vaseline liberally to himself and to her. She winced in fear at every touch, but was grateful that this assault wouldn't be as painful as the last. Homecoming Satisfied with his efforts he guided his cock to her entrance and, leaning forward, began to push. She felt the head of his cock as it sought to spread wide her entrance. In anger and fear she kept it at bay until the force of his weight behind the ram overcame her defenses and the head began to force her lips apart and enter her. As it pushed past her outer defenses and she could feel not just the head, but the shaft as well, she gave up the fight. He fell forward crushing her breasts against his chest. In triumph he began in earnest. She felt every stroke and from the grunts and cries she knew he was enjoying his conquest. On and on he went breathing hard at times; sucking on her nipples at others. When he sucked, he sucked as though he would pull her nipples off her breasts. And when he sucked harder, he sucked much of her breasts inside his mouth as far as they would go. She lay hoping only for him to finish and stop her pain. When he finally did cum, it was with great flourish and hard pounding against her hips. He lay still on top of her moving only slightly inside her as though enjoying the last of his climax. When he eased himself out of her, he stood, leering at her body. "I love to watch my cum ooze out," he said to no one in particular. He left and returned with two beers. He untied one hand, put a pillow under her head, and allowed her to drink. She was grateful for the drink and for the alcohol. She finished it quickly as he. Again he left and soon returned with two more. "Will you let me pee," she asked eying the bottle. "I can't drink it if you won't let me pee." He chuckled, "Sure." When the beer was finished, he untied her. "Let's go pee," he said pulling her from the bed onto her feet. Putting a hand in the small of her back, he picked up his knife and continued pushing her toward the bathroom. It hadn't occurred to her she'd have an escort to the bathroom, but quickly realized that it was inevitable. The seat was up. He grabbed her tightly by the arm and set the knife out of reach, then positioned himself over the toilet. "You hold it," he told her. She hesitated, then gingerly took hold of the now flaccid cock and aimed it. She dutifully held it while he peed. "All yours," he said indicating the toilet with a flourish and let her go. She put the seat down and sat. She had to wait until her body was ready, but finally she was able to find release. He watched with morbid curiosity. She finished by wiping herself, then washing up. As she dried her hands she looked at him expectantly. He was holding the knife again. With it he pointed toward the bed. "On your face this time," he told her. "Please," she started. "Move," he cut her off. Dread settled over her again as she walked slowly to her fate. She lay face down on the bed presenting her butt to his desires. She extended her arms and legs to be tied in place. He tied her, then put pillows under her hips to raise her butt and present both her butt and her pussy to where he could use either. Once again he took the Vaseline and applied it liberally to himself and to her. Hard now, he knelt at her back entrance, positioned the head of his cock, and began to push. It was every bit as difficult as the earlier attempts to enter her ungreased from the front, but finally he began to make progress. Once again she felt every inch of progress as the head of his cock forced itself inside her. His victim was crying from the pain as he finally forced himself all the way inside. He rode her hard grunting with pleasure until he was able to spew inside her. He let her rest as he, himself, waited to develop the rod necessary to enter her again. During this wait, he visited the bathroom to clean himself. When he returned to her, he stood leering again at her body as he stroked himself in preparation for one last assault. Kneeling on the bed, he found her pussy and was able to slide in easily as she had not only relaxed, but was also still greased from his earlier entry. This time with the urgency gone, he took his time with her. She lay passively cum oozing from both places as he built himself up to yet a third climax. It took a very long time. Darkness had fallen leaving them with only the moon for light as he continued slowly but insistently again and again, forward and back, forward and back. She felt the pain, but kept quiet expecting that after his final thrust, whenever it would come, he would kill her. He finally came and as he had before, he lay quietly draped over her back while he softened. She continued to think of ways he might kill her as she waited. Finally he rose. He left the bed and untied each of her bonds. "Get up," he said sharply. "Go into the bathroom." She would be killed now. How would he do it? How much would it hurt? She couldn't get the thoughts from her mind. "Stand in the bath tub." He's going to cut my throat and let the blood run down the drain. She felt herself going to the verge of hysteria. She had to hold on. He started the water and let it run until it was warm. She watched in horror knowing that the water would help wash her blood away. He got out a douche. "Use this. I don't want any of my stuff left in you." Hysteria threatened to overwhelm her as she inserted the nozzle of the douche. She rinsed herself letting it run down her legs into the warm water of the tub. "Again," he said producing a second douche. As she finished he said, "Bend over." Now he'll cut my throat, she thought. Oh god, it's over! Instead he inserted another nozzle in her butt and released an enema. "Turn around so it goes down the drain," he instructed. As before there was a second one. When it was finished, he had her shower while he watched. She finished and dried herself. She wanted to wrap herself in the towel, but he wouldn't permit it. These events left her thoroughly confused. "Could I have another beer," she asked in a whimper. "Sure. Come on," he said almost jovially pushing her ahead of him down the stairs to the kitchen and the refrigerator. He still held the knife. At the refrigerator he pushed her, rather gently, to the door. "Get them," he said. Would he kill me when my back is to him, she wondered as she retrieved the bottles. Tentatively she turned to him with the beer. He motioned to the table. "Let's sit here," he said. They sat and drank. Finally she could hold it back no longer. "When are you going to kill me," she cried out bursting into tears. He looked at her in wonderment. "Kill you? You're too fine a piece of ass to kill," he joked. Then seeing that joking was useless, he changed the subject, "Why did you come to this isolated house?" "It's mine," she replied quietly. "I grew up here. My parents are dead. I came back to sell it." "Oh," he said thoughtfully. "I guess that means I'll have to get out. It's been a great place to live. The power's been on. It's completely away from people. I really like it." Still speaking quietly she said, "I have the deed with me, in my purse. If you let me live, I'll give it to you. I don't need the money from it, but I didn't want to continue paying the power bill and the taxes, nor did I want it to get all rundown with no one living in it." "Leslie," he said. "I have no intention of killing you. You don't have to give me the house. I'll leave and you can sell it. You'll probably get a good chunk of change for it." They sat in silence for a long time two naked people at a dirty kitchen table. They continued drinking beer slowly. Finally he got up and said, "I need to pack my stuff and get out so you can get it ready to sell." He could see she was pleased by his kindness. There was a light in her eyes where there had been only hopelessness and despair. Responding to him she said, "Will you stay with me for awhile and help me clean it up?" Then coyly, "We could have sex again." "Sure," he responded, "just like a real husband and wife." "Just like a real husband and wife," she echoed. Naked, they cleaned up the kitchen and found food for a dinner. Naked, they cleaned for awhile, dusting and mopping, before deciding to go to bed. "You must change the bed sheets and get rid of the ties," she said, "before I can go in there again. And I really want you to clean up before we have sex again." He did and he also got rid of the evidence of other women in the room as well. She had found time to bring in her backpack containing clothes and toiletries. As they prepared for bed she offered him a choice of two nighties for her to wear as they slept. He selected a rather demur one which she donned after another shower. They went to bed, but no sooner were they in bed than she felt for him and finding him interested, took him in her mouth. She was expert with her tongue using it to bring him to full arousal. She offered herself to him. Gently he removed the nightie, kissed and caressed her breasts, but found her anxious to have him inside her again. As he rode her she applied pressure to his cock and sucked on his ear lobes until he was unable to restrain himself. He filled her and in the dark fantasied about watching his cum ooze out. This time he was pretty certain she'd had a climax as well. She had wailed loudly and her pussy had clamped onto his cock so as to never let go. Such were the ways of women, he thought. At one moment they could be cold and distant while at another they were insatiable. They slept, but when he awoke, she was already awake. She was naked. When he opened his eyes, he saw her sitting cross legged on the bed her beautiful breasts within his reach. He took them and brought his head up to suck on them. She stroked his cock and balls until his arousal made him ache. She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "I so loved having your cock in my ass yesterday, would you do it again now?" As she spoke her tongue circled inside his ear. Her breathy words blew warm air down the canal. She concluded by using her teeth lightly on his ear lobe. Wild with desire, he flung her on her face and rammed his cock deep into her bowels filling her in moments. She wriggled herself with him inside as though to squeeze every last drop from him. Finally, he pulled out. She turned over and brought him to her cradling his face on her chest. Offering herself to him. The minutes ticked by, and as he snuggled she found a bright voice and said, "Come on, sleepy head, let's have breakfast." They made their way down stairs where she found some odds and ends to put together for a meager breakfast. Between sips of very bad coffee he mused aloud, "You sure a passionate one. I'm really glad I found you." She took his hand. "I think you've awakened a whole new side of me I didn't know existed." Her eyes were far away and misty. In that same quiet tone of a well satisfied woman, she commented, "Did you know that this is one of the last states where sodomy is still a felony? What do they know about having your wonderful cock up their ass?" "Oh," she said suddenly looking at a wall clock. "I have an appointment with a realtor. I need to run." She rushed to dress. No shower for her this morning. "Honey, would you mind staying here and cleaning? The windows are dreadfully dirty." She stood near him in the foyer as she spoke quietly. She put his hand on her breast. He felt like a real husband as he agreed. He stood in the doorway watching her leave. He waved goodby just like a husband. He resolved not to dress so he'd be ready for his hot 'wife' when she returned. The windows were quite dirty he observed, but as a good husband, he'd have them sparkling when she got back. She'd be so pleased she'd plead with him to have sex right on the spot. Several hours later as he was finishing the outside windows standing naked on a ladder reaching for the last dirty corner, police cruisers arrived. Homecoming A first-time piece from me on this occasion. Some of what follows is taken from my own personal experience -- I'm just not saying which parts! Although Tom has just returned from a defining, life-changing experience, I deliberately avoided detail of what he saw and did during that short, intense conflict in 1982. After all, this ain't a war story, so I kept all of that out and focussed on his virginity and the outcome of being met by Rita upon his return. The scene is a little short on the summer theme, and I can only apologise if you're expecting blazing skies, bikinis and sun-lotion. But in that year Tom's summer began in the Southern Hemisphere, a completely different setting to the scene in which he and Rita visit the pub beer-garden and then walk home, and I did think it might just qualify as an entry into the contest. I'm not eligible for any prize, nor would I expect anything, but I still hope you enjoy the piece enough to cast a vote. Oh, feedback, leave feedback, please. If you do make a comment and want a response to it, then email is best -- but do give me an address to respond to! Anyway -- jibber-jabber, jibber-jabber -- enough chat from me. I hope that reading the following is an enjoyable experience. If there are typos or any kind of fuck-ups still contained herein, I hope you can put them aside. Okay, here it is. GA -- Benissa, Spain -- 24th August 2013. One He had the window seat, was watching the patchwork of Oxfordshire drift beneath the aircraft when an elbow nudged him. "We'll catch a bit of summer, eh mate?" The voice came from Tom's left, Pete Vallance in the middle seat of three. "It'll make up for being fuckin' cold and fuckin' wet, won't it, eh?" A chuckle, loose and phlegmy from years of hand-rolled cigarettes. "It won't make up for being shit-fuckin'-scared, though." And then perhaps as an afterthought, a concession to Tom's youth and inexperience before it had all happened: "But you were fuckin' magic down there, mate. Got stuck in, didn't ya." He didn't turn his face from the window, Tom's eyes remained fixed on the sight of England sliding by, an odd experience since he was looking at where they'd been rather than where they were going, a quirk of the Royal Air Force, configuring the seats in the VC-10 to face the rear of the plane. "Warmer back here than it was down there, Pete." Pete Vallance snorted. "Fuckin' bastard cold, wasn't it," a statement he delivered in the nasal tones of his native Liverpool. "Like Sennybridge in fuckin' November. I couldn't believe it was June. What sort of place is it that has winter in June?" He cast an appreciative glance over Tom's shoulder as the plane banked in for its approach. "Great to be back, isn't it? Can't beat Blighty in the summer." He nudged a shoulder into Tom. "The birds are gonna be all over us, kid. Wait and see, mate. The birds are gonna go mad for it. I'm gonna make the most of this leave. I'm gonna shag my way through Liverpool." Tom turned to see a lewd grin on Pete's face as the man rubbed his hands together, a ferret-faced Fagin in army uniform smirking with lascivious glee. He wondered at Pete's ability, rough of manner and coarse of tongue yet able to charm the knickers off the girls with breath-taking ease. Even with teeth like a fighting patrol -- blackened and unevenly spaced -- there was no doubt whatsoever that Pete would manage to attract a willing partner when he went marauding through his home town. So why did Tom find it so difficult? He pondered the irony of his recently won status as a veteran and the dilemma of his persistent virginity, considered the combination of his age and virginity well past a joke. Now, the homecoming imminent, he decided to do something about it. Even if it meant a visit to Soho and spending fifteen quid for time between an anonymous woman's legs, he was determined to do something. These thoughts occupied his mind during the bus ride along the M4 Motorway, displaced only when he stepped off the coach when it arrived at its destination -- Montgomery Lines, home to 5 Infantry Brigade. It was an emotional welcome -- wives, parents, girlfriends and children, tearful and so obviously relieved their loved ones had returned home unscathed. He entertained a brief notion his father might be there to welcome him, but dismissed the though almost as soon as it popped into his head. Detached from the hubbub surrounding him, and avoiding the possibility of being stiffed to join one of the work parties unloading baggage from four ton trucks, let the rear party skivers enjoy that privilege, he moved away from any over-zealous NCOs, towards the low concrete platform in front of the Quartermaster's stores. It was strange being back, not that he'd had time to settle in before they'd left England, three weeks in the battalion, barely time to unpack and learn the names of the other blokes whose room he shared before he'd found himself involved in a whirl of activity, organised chaos as the entire brigade prepared for a hurried departure to a heretofore unheard of cluster of islands in the South Atlantic. But there he was, back, he'd made it, and now it was over he was glad of being thrust so quickly and violently into his trade. He'd performed well, done the business, and as a result had been accepted, totally integrated, a living cell in the organic life of the section, a blooded member of the platoon, noticed by the Company Sergeant Major and the Officer Commanding in a good way. He idly observed the tearful reunions all around him, his mind slipping back to the subject uppermost in his mind. Tom again pondered his immediate future and considered what to do, uninvolved as he was in the cacophony of jubilant chatter, squeals of delight and shouts of greeting. There would be a short period of chaos as kit was returned to stores, weapons cleaned -- again -- and put away in the armoury. Form-filling and other bullshit would have to be endured before the lads, champing at the bit, would be let loose among the civilian populace. There were limited options available to him. He could take a flight to Germany to visit his father or he could stick to his original plan and remain in barracks with the handful of other self-titled 'orphans', men who for a variety of reasons had no desire to return to the towns and villages they came from or had nowhere to go to in the first place. Staying in camp would undoubtedly involve him being sucked into drinking in the Traf or the Queens or the Exchange, listening to already well-worn stories of what they'd done on those cold, confusing and oddly exhilarating nights in June. But visiting his father didn't exactly fill Tom with joy either. He was just contemplating the train journey to London from Aldershot when he saw her walking towards him. He blinked and then wondered why he was surprised to see her. It shouldn't have been a shock that she'd come. All it would have taken was a phone call, a simple matter to find out when the battalion, and his company were due to return. She would have taken a taxi from Guildford, her and the Jack Russell terrier. He said nothing, bashful as ever at these first meetings. He'd warm, would loosen-up after a few minutes in her easy company, her effortless friendliness pushing aside Tom's shyness. Then she was there, smiling and elegant, her little dog on the lead sniffing Tom's boots. "Hello, Tom," Rita breathed. "Welcome home." He moved into her hug, the embrace that changed everything for him. Two Tom heard her voice coming up from the floor below, muffled and indistinct while he gloried in the luxury of a comfortable bed. Three mornings under Rita's roof and he could picture the scene downstairs. He knew Rita would be speaking nonsense to Megan, chattering away to the Jack Russell terrier while, from the radio on the windowsill, Terry Wogan's brogue gently cajoled breakfast show listeners to life. He lay in the big bed, hands behind his head and pictured Rita sipping her breakfast tea as she smoked the first cigarette of the day. His thoughts then shifted to how good it felt not to be sleeping in a hole in the ground, piss-wet through and freezing cold, or stuffed with four other blokes in a cabin designed for two on board a ship that heaved up and down in the huge, rolling swells of the South Atlantic. The new day, full of summer promise, backlit the curtains while Tom pondered his feelings, the sudden realisation of Rita's sexual allure and her attractiveness as a woman. He muttered a curse to himself for the weakness. "Bollocks. Stop it. Stop it now." It was wrong to think about Rita the way he did. He flung back the thin cover and, with the aroma of grilling bacon tempting him downstairs, shook his head in further denial of these newly discovered emotions before he covered his nudity with a tee-shirt and shorts. It didn't do to think too much, it would be best if he got up and got on with it. Better all round if he went downstairs and tucked into breakfast and behaved in a normal manner. Pushing disturbing thoughts aside, looking forward to the repast being prepared below, Tom left the bedroom and padded barefoot to the bathroom along the landing. He pissed a stream into the toilet bowl, flushed it away and then washed his hands, and when he walked into the kitchen, into the cosy domesticity of it, Rita was standing in front of the stove. She threw a smile at him over her shoulder. "Morning!" Rita trilled, full of the joys. "There's tea in the pot. You're just in time. I was about to call you. Breakfast will be ready in a couple of minutes." Tom found himself staring at the feminine shape of her, his penis reacting to the sweep and curve of Rita's hips and buttocks when she turned back to the stove and unwittingly gave him free reign to look. It was happening again and he didn't want it to. It was wrong to sexualise Rita, to reduce the kindness she'd shown him -- not just over the last few days but all his life -- to something sordid. But he couldn't help it and was confused at this new perception of her as a woman, a sexual entity. It had never occurred to him before, in the past she'd simply been 'Rita', his mother's friend from way back, but since she'd hugged him close to her outside the Quartermaster's store, ever since he'd felt her body pressed to his, recognised the ripe, voluptuous body and sniffed the scent of her hair, he'd seen her in a different light. That was the first occasion of these disturbing sensations, the first time his cock had swelled and thickened for Rita. Despite his body's urges and the sudden, unexpected flare of desire, it had felt wrong to Tom. Hell, Rita was like family, and it disturbed him that he could now see her through adult eyes, was able to recognise her as an attractive woman. In fact, and Tom was flabbergasted that he'd never noticed -- how could he have been blind to it? -- Rita's appeal went far beyond attractive. Disconcerted in the extreme he moved towards the kitchen counter. Fortunately Rita's attention remained on her task and she didn't notice Tom's trembling hand as he poured tea from the pot into a mug. Thus spared any awkward questions, with the tea poured, Tom thunked the pot down onto the counter and, with his mind reeling with all manner of emotions concerning Rita's sexual appeal and his body's response to it, carried the mug across the kitchen. He placed his brew on the table, liquid sloshing, almost spilling it across the cloth-covered surface due to the tremor in his hands. He sat in one of the ladder-backed chairs, its feet scrawking across the tiles when Tom shunted forward to tuck his knees under the table. The struggle to supress the internal wrangling continued as Rita prepared his breakfast. Tom willed his erection to subside when, attempting to speak normally, he croaked, "You don't have to cook for me every day. I don't want to be any bother to you." Rita chuckled and, still facing the stove, turned bacon on the grill with deft, efficient movements of the tongs. "Don't be silly," she called back. "You're no bother at all, darling. As I keep telling you, it's lovely having you here." Being called darling by Rita was nothing new, not from her. Tom had heard it hundreds of times over the years. He knew it was just the way she was, sprinkling endearments like darling and sweetheart with casual abandon in her everyday conversation. Then Rita turned, her torso swivelling, presented to Tom in three-quarter profile. The button-fronted blouse stretched tight across her bosom, the rounded hint of the inner flank of one breast visible, a crescent of skin that drew Tom's eyes. He gulped, forced to physically supress the moan that threatened to bubble out of him. His instinct was to stand and go to her, to take hold of her and pull Rita close. He wanted to kiss her and rip the buttons from her blouse, to bury his face in that flesh and inhale the scent of her. What would her tits look like? How would they feel cupped in his palms? In his head Tom saw Rita's boobs swelling over the cups of her bra, one nipple peeping over the diaphanous material -- a thick and elongated teat he could suck between his lips. He imagined Rita grinning at him, teasing him with her breasts, her eyes sparkling with devilment as she pulled the bra down and exposed herself to his hungry stare. "Feel them," Rita murmured. She hefted her heavy breasts with both hands and offered them to Tom. "Suck my tits, darling. Kiss me. Feel me ... Oh fuck, Tom ... I'm so fucking horny for your touch. Lick my nipples, my lovely boy." Her hand reached for the front of his shorts. "So hard," she breathed, eyes flashing with arousal. "Is it for me? Are you going to fuck me with this?" Rita's voice brought Tom back to reality. "Like I said last night, Tom, I'm glad of the company. It's wonderful having you here. I'm pleased you came home with me." Her head tilted as the look she gave him stretched to a stare fixed on Tom's face. "I know you said you should really go and see your dad, and maybe you can ... in a few days. But I hope you'll keep me company for a little while longer. Megan's all right but her conversation's limited." Rita heaved a sigh and shook her head, looking fondly at the little dog sitting by her feet while the animal's snout pointed upwards towards the frying pan. "Anyway," Rita continued, regarding Tom again. "You're welcome here whenever you feel the need to get away from the army. I'd like you to feel that you can come and see me any time." A beat before she continued. "And since your mum..." Rita paused and blinked, eyes glistening. "Well, I'd hate to lose touch with you because she's gone, Tom." Rita sniffed and cuffed at her eyes. "You're very special to me, darling. I want you to know that." He sat there when Rita turned away and busied herself in front of the grill, his mind a whirl of impressions and vague memories of other times he'd been a guest in Rita's house, before Rita's divorce and his mother's death. He blinked and said nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence when Rita plonked the plate in front of him, her hand touching his shoulder as she moved past. Tom's body tensed when Rita's fingers squeezed his shoulder. "I'm going to the hairdressers this morning," she said, her tone brighter. "And I thought we could go out tonight? It's been ages since I dressed up and I'd love to go out. Would you like that, Tom? Would you take an old bird like me out for a drink?" Rita dropped an eyelid onto her cheek in a slow and theatrical wink. "We could pretend it's a date!" A laugh tinkled out of her. "I'll get my hair done, have a little girly pampering and get all dolled up. I'll make myself gorgeous for you, darling." The hairs on the back of Tom's neck rose. Rita was right there beside him, hands on her hips, looking so beautiful. So sexy. If he dared to do so he could reach out a hand and... He could still feel her touch on his shoulder, the pressure of her fingers when she'd squeezed. The words came out of him, thick and clotted: "You're already gorgeous, Rita..." Silence lengthened between them. "You lovely man," she murmured eventually, taking a step towards him. Rita hesitated and then tipped forward, bending at the waist to lean in before kissing the top of his head. Her hand squeezed his shoulder again. "That's so kind of you to say." He could have said it wasn't kindness, Tom could have simply told Rita he meant it. He couldn't deny it any longer, not to himself. It was so simple --Tom fancied the arse off her. The images came to mind, lewd and vulgar and very arousing: Rita's round buttocks on the table as she perched there, legs folded at the knee, labia splayed with her fingertips, pussy sodden and pink and gaping. He pictured himself kneeling and lapping at her sex, tasting her desire, breathing in the musk of her yearning. Would she moan and gasp, head lolling back, eyes closed, breasts thrust towards the ceiling while Tom fucked into her body and Rita's insides clenched around him? Would the piston of his cock cause Rita's body to squelch and fart around his girth while they fucked? Would Rita whisper obscenities into his ear and goad him with a potty-mouthed litany, exciting him to orgasm, begging him to fill her with his seed? But Tom daren't give voice to those base desires. How could he? How could he tell Rita that he thought her so sexy, so fucking desirable he wanted to lift her skirt and yank her knickers to one side? It was impossible, there was no way he could tell her he wanted to turn her around and have her bend over, elbows on the table, her rump thrust rearward, cunt angled towards the arrogant jut of his cock. "Just look at the time," Rita said, shattering Tom's reverie yet again. "I've got my appointment at the hairdressers. I'd best get ready." She turned and left Tom sitting there staring at her back as she hip-swayed away, the breakfast cooling on his plate. ** Rita couldn't be sure, but she had an inkling he fancied her, that -- for whatever reason -- Tom had realised she was more than his departed mother's friend. She entertained a quick notion of him alone in bed, wondered if he ... thought about her. "Stop it," she chided. "It's nothing. He was just being kind." You're already gorgeous, Rita. The way he'd said it, instinct told her he'd meant it. It was in the sound of his voice and the set of his face. But instinct wasn't certainty, she could have it wrong, so very wrong, and it was the uncertainty that shackled her. We could pretend it's a date. Her face warmed, the blush rising from her throat to burn in her cheeks when she recalled the silly little laugh that followed the girlish flirting. "Silly bitch. Behave." But the insistent desire wouldn't be denied its voice; she couldn't help the liquid heat between her legs, the pulse of her clitoris and breasts aching to be touched. God but she wanted his touch. When had it changed for her? She knew exactly when it had happened, when her perception of Madeline's son had shifted to the carnal. The precise moment had come when she'd seen him at his Passing-Out Parade, when Tom had graduated from that awful grey barracks in Aldershot after his basic training. He'd been so full of pride as he'd shown off the partitioned room that smelled of floor polish, accommodation for eight of them divided into two spaces of four by a painted plywood wall. Tom had given them the tour, Rita and that miserable-faced sod of a father, regaling them with horror stories of torture in the gymnasium, recounting humorous anecdotes of the barrack block, him doing his best to impress his dad while the man's jealousy, so obvious to her but fortunately to which Tom was blind, showed in his sneer. Rita had experienced a rush of tenderness towards the boy as she'd studied his profile, him bursting with acheivement, that when he'd turned and noticed her appraisal, when he'd smiled at her, Rita was shocked at the sudden and near overwhelming urge to kiss his mouth. Homecoming Tom had haunted her thoughts that night: him in his uniform, resplendent and handsome, the mouth she'd wanted to kiss smiling at her. She imagined him there in her in bed, his hands on her body, the weight of him on top of her, the girth of him filling her, stretching her open before they began to move together. Then, in April there had been the gut-sinking news of potential conflict. There had been the worry during May as the Task Force steamed south, and the sleepless nights in June when they were ashore and marching across the island. Even when the good news came and it was over Rita still worried, going so far as to phone Tom's father in the camp in Germany, unable to rest until she knew categorically that Tom was alive and well. "He's fine," was the terse response from the god-awful man. What had Madeline ever seen in him? "I don't know any details..." A pause and Rita knew there was something coming. She suspected he wanted something, a favour or some such. "...But, since you're in Guildford, when they come back ... I'm busy here ... I wondered if..." The self-serving, career-minded bastard couldn't be bothered to fly back to England to see his son's return. Anyone else would be proud, but not that cold-blooded prick. "I'd be happy to," Rita had said, her tone all sweetness and light. As if she'd miss it. "A pleasure. Leave it to me. If you could just let me know a time, a place to go..." And when she'd hugged Tom close she'd felt it. With people all around them, when Rita and Tom had shared that first embrace she'd felt his body tense, muscles tightening in his back while her arms encircled him and the sudden protrusion had prodded her. His cock had been between them, a memory Rita had used while lying in her own bed while she moaned and sighed into the dark, desire molten between her legs. ** Tom could hear her moving around upstairs. He sighed and looked down at the dog who, ever hopeful of some treat from the table, head tilted in a likeness of the HMV icon, sat near his feet. "What am I going to do, Meg?" he asked. Brown eyes in a foxy face regarded him, but no answer was forthcoming. "I've got this problem, you see." Megan blinked and licked liquorice lips. She whined and shifted on her haunches. Tom chuckled and sliced a sausage, dropping the pieces onto the floor. "You don't care, do you? You don't give a stuff I'm a virgin. You're not bothered that I'd love to shag Rita." The terrier sniffed the meat with a fastidiousness that could only be found in a dog that didn't have to share food with any other of its kind. Her head dipped and she picked the pieces of sausage before chewing and swallowing and then pointing the damp blackberry of her snout towards Tom again. Tom ignored her and automatically worked through his breakfast. He couldn't taste a thing, didn't register the food at all because of the lurid fantasies which filled his head. He listened for the occasional sound from the floor above, Rita moving around in her bedroom. He could go to her; he could push away from the table and go upstairs, perhaps catching Rita in her underwear. Oh, hello, Tom, you caught me by surprise." Her smile caused a frisson of lust to thicken his cock. "Tell me, darling, should I wear this bra...?" She thrust her chest at him, breasts spilling over the cups while holding another bra up for his appraisal. "...Or should I try this one instead?" Without waiting for a response, Rita, with a calm gaze locked on Tom's face, gauging his reaction, unclasped the bra she wore and allowed him to stare. "Or I could just stay like this..." She moved her shoulders and those big tits swayed. "I could stay here, with you, like this. I don't need to keep the hair appointment, not now you've come to me." Her smile shifted to a calculating grin. "Shall I take my knickers off too?" "Oh, fuck..." Tom groaned. "Megan, what am I going to do?" ** He invaded her personal space, trespassed into a place he had no right to enter. He peeped into drawers, handled personal items-- her underwear ... lacy garments that had nestled close against the most intimate places on Rita's body --He snooped into her wardrobe. "Be good. See you later," Rita had called. There was some murmured exhortation to Megan, the dog's nails clicked across the tiles and then the front door had clicked shut. Tom forced himself to wait for a full ten minutes, his conscience counselling against his abhorrent intention throughout. But, inevitably, with Rita and the dog out of the house, the inner voice of morality lost the battle and Tom found himself outside Rita's room. His heart thudded inside the rack of his ribs with a strident lub-lub of such resonance that Tom could picture the organ pulsing rapidly, bouncing around inside him. He watched his palsied hand rise to touch the door, mind oddly detached, a disembodied third party witnessing his crime. He gulped down the urge to barge in and ransack the place, remaining lucid enough to realise that he couldn't leave any sign he'd been in the room. He paused, assailed by persistent doubts about the wisdom of forthcoming actions. Tom stood there, one foot inside forbidden territory. What the hell was he doing? It was wrong, so very wrong. This was betrayal, a sneaky and cowardly way to behave. Rita didn't deserve this. No matter how he felt about her Tom knew he shouldn't be where he was at that moment. The act he was on the cusp of performing was out-and-out wicked. What would his mother say? Tom was ashamed. He turned away from Rita's door, newly resolved. He would push carnal fantasies about Rita out of his head. The persistent, lingering virginity would be dealt with by sticking to his plan. London was a quick train journey away. Get down there, visit a prostitute. Fifteen or twenty quid and job done, and with virginity lost, hopefully along with it would go the ridiculous and cumbersome shyness around the opposite sex. Yet two minutes later he found himself in Rita's boudoir. Beyond the point of no return Tom crept around on the balls of his feet, and it wasn't until he felt the burn in his chest that he realised he was holding his breath. "Twat," he muttered. "Why are you creeping about? Just get in, have a quick shuftie and get out. Leave the place exactly as you found it." Drawers were carefully opened one after the other, a quick glance inside before moving on. He had no real idea of what he hoped to find, he just hoped there would be something. It was a thrill, an illicit buzz, looking through Rita's things. But nothing shocking was forthcoming, only an extensive collection of lingerie in a wardrobe. Nothing kinky like leather or rubber, just lacy, diaphanous knickers, a few corsets clipped to coat-hangers, neatly arranged garter belts and piles of stockings. The floor of her wardrobe -- a mirror-fronted behemoth -- was covered with shoes, over a dozen pairs of high heels. Then the guilt and recriminations hit him. Before Tom had left the bedroom he was wracked with self-loathing and self-reproach. And it had all been for nothing. He had trespassed for no gain, had succumbed to base desires and betrayed a woman who had been his mother's best friend, the same woman who had been kind enough to meet him off the bus and invite him into her home. The worry began to gnaw. Had he disturbed anything, was there any sign of intrusion? Was he certain the room was as he'd found it. Yes, he was. Tom was confident Rita would never know. But he couldn't be absolutely sure. Somehow he resisted the urge to go back into the room, conscious that by doing so he might then, by revisiting the scene of the crime, do something that would lead to the uncovering of his offence. No, it would be best to leave well alone. Better to watch television or read than go upstairs and make things worse. He could go for a walk, enjoy the summer outside rather than sit inside and dwell. For two hours he tried to supress the mish-mash of emotions welling inside him. He showered, masturbating beneath the spray, his ejaculate bursting from him on a gasp and a groan. Tom's knees almost buckled when the jizm pumped out of him. The stuff swirled around the drain set in the floor of the cubicle and he pressed his hands against the tiles to stop himself falling. He dressed and then walked aimlessly, unfulfilled by the physical purge, hungrier for Rita than ever before finding himself at the top of the high street. He'd moved through prosperous avenues, his mind blank to the affluence of the commuter belt, unconcerned by the size of the houses he passed on the way. Uppermost in his mind were the persistent images of Rita and concerns over what he'd done to her. It had to stop. It had to stop immediately, before he said or did something to ruin everything. He would drop down to London, visit a girl in Soho and get it all out of his system. Tom resolved to be bolder around women his own age, maybe get a girlfriend and put Rita out of his mind completely. He would concentrate on his career and try to get some courses under his belt for promotion. He'd knuckle down and work hard, move through the ranks and do well for himself. He could do as well as his father and gain a commission, become an officer. All of this passed through his troubled mind while Tom sat on the bench outside WH Smith and watched the world go by. The sun beamed down unnoticed while Tom, with his plan firmly set in his mind, wondered about the people he saw and the troubles they might be dealing with. For a moment his mood soared -- nobody hurrying past had been where he'd been, done what he'd done. They were going about their lives without knowing what being alive really meant. How many of them had risked all at such a young age? He, at twenty, his birthday falling during the voyage south, had been there and done it. Tom experienced a sudden a ripple of contempt for the civilians around him, scoffed at their humdrum existence before, moments later, the arrogant, self-congratulatory and oh-so-smug sentiment evaporated. How many of these people had behaved in the despicable way he had that morning? How could he sit there feeling superior after such mean and sneaky behaviour? Guilt settled deeper in the pit of his stomach. "Shit," Tom muttered. He rose from the bench and vowed to never behave that way again. He'd deal with the business in hand and live a clean life from then on. But in the end he couldn't stop himself from taking another quick look in Rita's bedroom. ** On the second circuit, with the wardrobe doors flung wide, Rita's lingerie in front of him, with the vast collection of high heels at his feet, Tom again imagined Rita displayed in some combination of the flimsy garments. His mind began to work and he saw Rita sprawled on the bed, her pose seductive, the ripe, lush curves of her body packed into a corset. In his head Tom pictured her, legs covered by stockings, her thighs wide, shoes providing the finish, a final polish as she grinned from the bed, the gusset of her underwear stretched tight over a plump pudendum. His cock thickened and, without recalling how, he found himself stroking the stiff length of gristle as another lewd fantasy took shape. "Fuck ... Rita," Tom gurgled, his fist working faster and faster. "You're so fucking sexy. I want to fuck you. I want to suck your tits and fuck you." The woman on the bed held Tom's gaze with a feline stare. She smirked and, with a breath-taking casualness, yanked her knickers aside and exposed the pelt of her pubic bush. "Yes," Tom grunted, the hint of Rita's scarlet slash peeping from that hirsute place between her thighs. "Show me more, Rita," he mumbled, cranking away at himself. "Show me your tits. I want to see your tits." Without a word, a crooked smile on her face, lips painted deep red -- the colour of danger -- Rita spread her legs wider, slid a forefinger between her labia while with her other hand she hauled one breast from the cup of the corset. She gasped and winced, a solitary finger moving over her clit, tickling herself there while she exposed a second breast to Tom's gape-mouthed stare. Tom gulped and shook his head, the image fading to re-form as Rita kneeling on the living room sofa, arse presented to him while an arm reached back over her hip to part the globes of her buttocks. Rita smirked, her torso twisted as she regarded him over her shoulder, eyes twinkling. "Lick me," she murmured. She moaned and sighed and slid a finger into her body. "Come and taste me. Lick me and then fuck my mouth, darling..." The irreversible surge began, but Tom, through the mist of madness, had the presence of mind to recognise that the stain of his ejaculate, if allowed to pump from him unchecked, would be bound to splash all over Rita's clothes and shoes. He reached out and grabbed a handful of underwear, wedging the bundled garments against the head of his cock with one hand. "Fuck..." he grunted. "Oh shit ... Oh fuck..." He buckled at the waist and whined in desperation, attempting to hold the deluge in check, hoping to contain the spunk jetting from the eye of his cock with the bundle of fragile cotton. Tom turned and back-heeled both wardrobe doors closed before he shuffled from the room. His gait was a short-stepped scuttle, with him leaning almost double, sodden knickers wadded with both hands around his cock, fraught with concern should a single dollop of goo plop onto the carpet. It was inevitable that as Tom blotted at himself with rolled up sheets of toilet paper, with Rita's underwear in the bathroom sink, he heard Megan's excited bark. He froze, wide-eyed and gape-mouthed with shock and disbelief when the dog's yap-yap-yap heralded their return. Tom blurted an oath and threw the tacky mess of soiled tissue into the toilet bowl while apprehension swelled in his chest. He railed and cursed in silence, recriminations screaming inside his skull. Why had he gone back into that room? Had he left any clues behind this time? Would she be able to tell her space had been invaded? And most concerning of all, would she notice the underwear was missing? The problem then clamoured for attention: Rita's knickers, what the hell was he going to do about that little obstacle? Laundering the spoiled items and returning them to her bedroom undetected was an issue ahead of him. Tricky in the extreme. Tom flushed the toilet, shoved his flaccid cock back inside his shorts and scooped the cum-drenched wad of cotton from the sink. "We're home!" trilled Rita from downstairs. Tom scuttled across the landing. "Be down in a sec!" Would Rita notice the shaky edge in his voice? In his bedroom he dithered with indecision. There seemed to be nowhere suitable to hide the evidence. A scampering sound from the stairs signalled Megan's ascent, with Rita no doubt following. Tom stuffed the underwear into the zippered compartment at the top of his bergan rucksack and sat on the floor, forcing himself to calm, to breathe deeply. "Shit," he hissed through clenched teeth when he heard Rita move into her bedroom. ** The day passed into early evening with no sign from Rita that she harboured any notion of Tom's illicit visit to her room. She had passed by Tom's bedroom without knocking, simply calling out in passing that she was back and that she was looking forward to a pleasant evening out. He sat in one of the easy chairs in the living room and attempted to read as sunlight poured in through the open window. The book was an exercise in futility and he couldn't concentrate, not with Rita upstairs, her footsteps moving from bathroom to bedroom, a constant distraction as she made her preparations for their evening out. Tom expected a confrontation any moment, was convinced Rita was bound to notice her underwear was missing. The sound of her decent caused Tom's stomach to flip. He heard her tread on the stairs and his sphincter tightened. But a moment later, her entrance preceded by Megan trotting into the room, a smiling Rita appeared. "What do you think?" Tom took all of her in, his eyes moving from red-painted toenails peeping from open-toed shoes, over finely sculpted calves to where the hem of the button-fronted dress, light cotton, a garment with a bright floral design, perfect for a summer evening, fell to a flattering point above Rita's knees. His gaze lingered for a few seconds on the scooped neckline, attention caught by an enticing décolletage decorated by a thin gold chain that garlanded Rita's throat. The small heart-shaped pendant dangled at the apex of Rita's cleavage, drawing Tom's eyes, and when, eventually, his inspection moved further, Tom saw a platinum blonde bob feathered around Rita's face, her lips coloured the same firebrand red as her toes. The same shade she wore in his fantasies. Rita spoke again, repeating the question in the face of his slack-jawed boggling: "So, Tom, what do you think? Will I do? You won't be embarrassed to be seen out with me, will you?" Tom's mouth worked, gaping open and then closing before he managed to blurt, "You look gorgeous. Wow, Rita..." The smile broadened and lit Rita's face. She brushed hair away from her temple. "Really? Do you mean it, Tom? Are you being honest or just humouring an old bird?" Overwhelmed and unable to hide his admiration, his pulse racing, Tom replied. "I mean it. Honest, Rita. You're lovely." "Well, darling, why don't you go and put on a clean shirt and you can show me off around town." ** She was almost certain he felt the same, that Tom wanted her the way she wanted him. However, almost certain meant doubt remained. It had been there again, the look in his eyes and the catch in his voice, and he'd called her gorgeous again as well. But the lingering doubt that trickled into the pit of her stomach made her reluctant to probe, cautious in word and deed. "What do you think, Megan?" The terrier perched on the settee and blinked, her head canted to one side. "Should I say something or not? Do you think he knows I went to all this effort just for him?" Rita checked the perfect helmet of sculpted blonde hair in the mirror and adjusted the pendant at her throat. "God, I don't know why I'm in such a state about it; I should just seduce the bugger; get him squiffy and lunge for his cock." With an agile leap Megan jumped off the sofa and trotted to her mistress. She inspected Rita's shoes, sniffing delicately before lifting her muzzle. Seeing the brown eyes regarding her Rita chided the animal. "You're bloody useless," she said with a smile, the tenderness of her tone belying her words. "No use at all when it comes to men." Rita sighed, undecided. She would have to play it by ear, a moment would present itself. She would just have to be ready when it did. Three They left the house and walked towards the town centre and a popular riverside pub, disappointing Megan who had hoped to be included in the outing. Inside the pub it was packed, but providence would have it that two men were just leaving a table in the beer garden outside. Tom left Rita settled and pushed through the heaving throng towards the bar. He waited patiently, his mind constantly working over the events of the day, anxiety gnawing at him until the barman finally acknowledged his presence. Tom had just placed a sweat-beaded glass of vodka and lime in front of Rita, had no sooner sat on the bench opposite her at the picnic table, one of several set about the lawn at the rear of the pub, his pint of beer in hand, when she began. "Tom, can I ask you something?" Worry gripped his vitals, a vice clamped his guts. She knew! Rita knew he'd been snooping. She knew, somehow, that he'd defiled her underwear. Homecoming His mind raced, heartbeat revving while he struggled to think of a response to the inevitable. Then it registered that Rita had said something else, added something he hadn't caught. Tom blinked. "What?" "I asked if you're all right, Tom. You seem distracted ... Distant, as if something's on your mind." Tom shook his head to support the evasion, his eyes sliding from Rita's face. "Uh ... No. I'm okay." He sipped at his beer and avoided her intense scrutiny. "I'm okay, Rita. Honest." Damn, now he was lying to her. The hubbub of a summer night, a Friday night at that, swelled around the couple as Rita leaned forward and reached out a hand. Time slowed for him and Tom noticed the thin gold strap of |Rita's watch, a delicate adornment on her wrist when her fingers brushed the back of his hand. "Are you sure, Tom?" she persisted, her voice low. "Is it ... is it something to do with what you saw ... you know ... something that happened ... down there, in the Falklands?" Rita hesitated, a fingernail tracing a light pattern over Tom's wrist. "Or is it me?" she added on a whisper. The finger ceased its meandering and Rita eased back away from him. "Do I make you feel uncomfortable, Tom?" He felt the heat rise and cursed inwardly as the blush rose in his face, a hot tide of embarrassment that had him reaching for his pint to hide his discomfit. Three quick swallows and half the beer disappeared. "Whatever it is, you can tell me, darling." Would she never shut up? How could he stop this? He sat there in silence while pub noises continued to rise and fall around him. The curious detachment came over him again, the same feeling as when he'd been in the middle of all that joyous activity after stepping off the bus and sidling away to the front of the Quartermaster's store. He was part of the scene yet oddly uninvolved. The happy crowd surrounding him had no bearing, no influence on how he felt inside. They were extras in a film about him, although now the difference was another actor had joined the cast. He wanted to tell her but was held back by guilt, fettered by the thought of his mother's reaction if she was there with them. It was the same old story of tongue-tied inaction. The words were there but refused to come. Yes, Rita, it's you. I can't tell you how much I want to lean in and kiss you right now. You're sitting there, so fucking lovely, so gorgeous, but I just can't bring myself to tell you. I can see you looking at me now and I wonder what it would be like kissing you. My cock's hard from me just thinking about you taking off that dress. I want to see you naked, Rita. I want to watch you sucking my dick. Fuck ... can't you just understand that I want you to wank my cock and let me fuck you? It isn't anything to do with the army, Rita. It's nothing to do with any of that. It's all to do with you and how much I want you. In the end he mumbled, "I ... I'm okay, Rita." ** Their glasses were empty again, and once more, for the fourth time, Rita suggested a refill. When Tom had gone, swallowed up by the crowd she analysed her position. The vodka buzzed in her head, she was in that place, bubbling with confidence, the benign evening slowly turning inky-dark as Rita decided enough was enough and the time had come. No more messing about. And when she saw him returning, his trim, athletic figure moving over the patio towards her, Rita's resolve stiffened. She lit a cigarette and watched him as he placed the glasses on the table and sat down. "Can I be frank with you, Tom?" His eyes slowly lifted, drawn upwards by the silence that followed between them. And when Tom's eyes eventually met her appraisal she felt a hollowness balloon in her stomach, an aching void, the yearning for fulfilment. The urge to lift up a hand and caress the side of his face was almost overwhelming, breath hitched in her chest and it was suddenly difficult to breathe. Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed, her mouth opened but nothing emerged. She saw his eyes snatched away and wondered at his inability to look at her. It was the weight of his sigh that provoked her, that desolate sound and the three large vodkas inside her as well as him breathing, "Oh, Rita," that was the catalyst. "Tom," she began, hesitating still. Rita sucked at the cigarette and blew smoke skywards. "I have to tell you something. It ... It's difficult for me and I'm worried that I'm going to make a fool of myself. But, the thing is, well, I seem to have a bit of a crush on you, Tom." The cigarette waved in airy circles and Rita giggled. "I know you probably think I'm a silly old woman..." She sighed and shook her head. "...And you're probably right. But the thing is ... I can't help it. It's been on my mind for a few days." Another pause while she considered her words. "Well, actually it's been longer than that, it all really started when I came to your passing-out parade, Tom. I realised then that you've blossomed into quite a handsome man." Oh God, I'm blushing. "And I was so worried about you ... When you were away. And now you're back and here and-- "Oh, Tom. I'm sorry. I don't mean to make things awkward. But you said things to me that made me think ... I just wondered. I mean, do you like me, too?" ** Tom boggled, not quite believing what his ears heard, what Rita had said. And still she kept on, babbling in her rush to get it all out before he had a chance to react. "Oh, I know your mum and me were friends forever, I've known you since you were born ... But you're a man now, Tom. A brave, good-looking man, and I find you very, very attractive. "Anyway, that's about it, Tom. I had to say something because I think that perhaps, just maybe, that you might like me a little bit, too. I hope you do, Tom. At least a little. I hope you find me a bit attractive but I'm not sure. I'm as old as your mother and you probably think I'm a fat old dollop." Rita's gaze slid away for a moment but then returned. "But you said I looked gorgeous ... Did you mean it, Tom? Do you really think that, or was it just something kind to say?" The candid outpouring staggered him. "Rita," he croaked. "I ... uh ... I." To Tom's horror he saw Rita's eyes widen, her expression aghast. "Oh God," she gasped. "I've made a fool of myself, haven't I?" The sense of dismay deepened when Tom realised Rita had mistaken his stuttering for revulsion. He watched her reaching for her for her bag, her head shaking from side-to-side. "I'm sorry, Tom," Rita mumbled as she rose to her feet. Her face tilted skyward as she stood there, fist clenched at her side. "Why did I say it? You stupid woman. You stupid, foolish woman. What were you thinking?" He had to make her stop, had to put an end to Rita's self-castigation and make her understand how he felt. "I meant it," Tom blurted. The thought that Rita was about to leave forced the words out of him, that her obvious pain and humiliation were unnecessary, a mistake. "Rita, I meant what I said. Honest, I meant it. I really do think you're lovely. I just didn't know how to tell you. I daren't say anything. I mean ... shit ... come on ... look at you..." Tom's cheeks ballooned as the air blew out of him. Understanding and relief softened Rita's with delighted surprise. "Oh my God. Tom ... Really?" He nodded. "Really." "Do you like me enough to kiss me?" ** It would stay with them both for years. Their return to the house, walking hand-in-hand past the gates, the light fading quickly by that time, would linger in memory. There was no hurry, no rush; it was as though now their feelings had been revealed they had time to dawdle, sharing kisses as they paused frequently, murmuring endearments, both slightly dazed. For Tom his lack of experience held him back, prevented him from rushing Rita along. Part of him was eager to get her home, keen to strip her bare and to lunge at her with his hard-on ready for action. But his naivety prevented any impetuosity, and Tom wondered if he would be able to satisfy a sophisticated, worldly woman like Rita. He was loathe to charge ahead as subtle as a bayonet charge in case he got it wrong. So they walked, strolled with no apparent urgency. Rita halted. "Tom," she murmured. "I ... I'm so nervous. I can't believe you really want to do it. With me, I mean." Rita's face was pale under the yellow sodium lights as Tom leaned in for another kiss. She tasted of tobacco and lime juice when her mouth opened and her tongue pushed between his lips. His cock pulsed, already stiff while his hands came up to Rita's waist. The kiss lengthened, became something more than their earlier kisses. Rita's sighs mingled with a long, low, feral groan from Tom, lust flaring between Rita's legs, a molten flow of desire while exhilaration burst in Tom's chest. "You do want to do it with me as much as I want to with you," Rita growled after breaking contact. She leaned back, inclining at the waist to better see Tom's face. "Kiss me again, Tom, and then take me home. I'm so ready for you." They ignored Megan when they all but fell through the front door. Their mouths were locked together, tongues twirling in serpentine dance of unbridled lust when the door banged open. Tom held Rita upright, his hands at her waist as he bundled her inside and kicked the front door shut, his cock bulging with desire while Rita gasped and moaned. Rita's fingers scrabbled at his belt with urgent desperation. She wanted to see what he had to offer, longed to feel the pulse of his yearning in her fist. "Oh God," Rita mumbled when she pulled away from the kiss. "I haven't been this ready for a very long time, Tom. You want to fuck me, don't you?" There was wonder in his expression, a look that stirred her on a primal level. Rita moaned. "Let me see it," she muttered, unzipping him. "Take off that shirt," she added, voice cracking with her need. "Oh God, just take off your clothes ... Hurry ... Take off your boots ... Get naked for me, darling." He thought it was going to happen there on the stairs. Tom imagined an unbridled frenzy of sliding flesh, hot kisses and grappling as he fell against the wall, struggling to comply with Rita's garbled and breathless instructions. He unlaced a boot and kicked the thing down the hall before hopping on one leg to remove the other. He sat on the stairs and yanked off his socks while Megan yapped and scampered around, excited by the frenzy of activity she had no part in. A gasp and a low-voiced mutter came from Rita. "Look at you," she murmured, eyes fixed on the jut of his tumescence. "Good God, Tom. Look at that lovely cock." Rita's forefinger pointed towards the ceiling. "Upstairs, darling. Go upstairs while I'll shut Megan in the kitchen. Go to my bedroom." She paused, ignoring the yip-yip-yap from the terrier, eyes shining. Rita advanced upon him while he stood there, naked. "When I get up there we can make love." Tom gasped when elegant fingers curled around his erection, his jeans at his knees. "All night, we can fuck the night away, you lovely man." Emboldened with desire, flushed with yearning, her sex molten, Rita sucked Tom's tongue, caressing the length of him while he moaned into her mouth. She broke away with a gasp, sighing out as she pushed past him. "I want you to do it to me so I'm sore from you in the morning." Tom stared after Rita as she led the dog away. "Bloody hell," he mumbled. "I don't fucking believe it. This is it. This. Is. It." He held the waist of his jeans in one hand, belt flapping and jangling as he rushed up the stairs. ** Naked and nervous Tom lay on Rita's bed. He was there by invitation, she wanted him there. This time he wasn't sneaking around. Suddenly she was there with him, standing next to the bed, him wondering what to do with his hands as she stood there, her stare mapping the contours of his body. "Oh. My. God. Look at you, my lovely Adonis." He'd hoped Rita would strip out of her dress He yearned to see her naked, to finally appreciate Rita in undraped glory. Uncertain and very self-conscious, Tom's hands hovered over his penis. She chuckled and said, "Don't hide away, darling." A brisk walk to the window and the world was behind drawn curtains. He watched her silhouette move around the bed before low light cast a glow around the room. After flicking on the bedside lamp, Rita sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping. Tom waited, unsure, and in a way this rite of passage was every bit as frightening as when he'd been stomach-down in the icy peat waiting for battle. On this occasion, as before, his overriding concern was how he would perform. Would he make the grade or would he fail? Of course the situation at that moment, with Rita sitting beside him, Tom's life wasn't in danger. There was no physical threat yet the same apprehension gnawed at his vitals as, poised on the cusp of carnal knowledge, just as in the hours and minutes and finally the seconds before the machine guns opened up to signal the beginning of the attack up that hill, Tom was paradoxically impatient to get on with it and terrified for it to begin. He gasped, belly concave when Rita's fingers splayed over the taut muscles of his stomach. Tom groaned, expecting her to grab at his root and to stroke his cock, but instead Rita slid her palm up towards his chest. "So fit," she murmured, her heavy-lidded gaze roaming over his torso. "Lovely muscles, firm and sexy." Unable to resist the need Tom clasped his hard-on in one fist, tugging at himself while he reached for Rita with the other hand. He cupped one breast, feeling her body through layers of clothing, moaning at her to take it all off. Fumbling at the top button of her dress with useless fingers, he mumbled, "For fuck's sake, Rita, please, please take the dress off." Her voice came to him, soothing and composed. "Calm down, Tom." She laid a restraining hand over his wrist. "Don't wank it and come too soon." Her hand eased his from his erection. "Don't waste it." Tom swallowed and blinked, his mouth gaping. He looked at her. "I can't help it," he whined, almost childlike in his petulance. "Look at me. Look at what you do to me." "You wanted me undressed. Just let me take this off and then we can kiss and cuddle and ... and we can make love." "Fuck ... Rita ... Please..." His hand strayed towards his cock in response when Rita stood. "Leave it," she snapped. "Don't touch yourself. Just wait." Tom obeyed as though responding to a shouted order on the battlefield or parade ground, his hand jerking away from his cock. He lay there in a parody of the position of attention: legs together, arms by his side as he boggled up to where Rita's fingers flicked open the buttons of her dress. He mumbled an oath when Rita's bra was exposed, sucking in a deep breath when, finally, the dress gaped open, unbuttoned along its entire length. "Are you sure you want me to take the dress off, Tom?" asked Rita, her fingers grasping the drapes of the dress like a flasher in readiness. "I'm not a girl any more. You might be used to tight-bodied young things, and an old lady like me might put you off." "You're just so lovely, Rita," Tom murmured. His cock throbbed, pulsed with desire for her. And still, to Tom's frustration, with tantalising glimpses of bare thighs above the surprise of stockings, with flashes of smooth flesh also swelling from her bra, Rita refused to pull off that fucking dress. How many times did he have to tell her he found her so desirable, so beautiful? What would it take to get her undressed and into bed? She hesitated, insecurity showing in her expression. "If the women in your past have all been your age ... Well, you know, I just hope I'm not a disappointment." "You couldn't be a disappointment, Rita. I told you, I think you're absolutely gorgeous. You're so sexy. I can't tell you how I feel when I look at you. I want to kiss you and touch you, and ... and..." Oh, the things he wanted to do to her, with her... "I don't care how old you are. You're just so beautiful and fucking sexy. I want you to take off your dress and come here so we can do it. I'm so fucking randy ... I want to fuck you, Rita." And then the confession blurted out of him, the words spilling from Tom before he had time to realise just what he was saying. "There haven't been any women. No girls my own age. I've never done it before. You're my first." Rita's hands fell to her sides, her body slumping with surprise while her mouth gaped. "A virgin? You? Oh God, I don't believe it." Four She listened with growing incredulity while he told her. Rita sat on the bed while he explained about how joining the army had been about proving himself to his father, about how joining the paras had been about proving something to himself. He knew his father had doubted he would survive the rigours of basic training, and so Tom had persevered. The jumps course, parachute training, had been easy in comparison, and six months after he'd stepped off the train at Aldershot, his hair curling at his collar, Tom wore the maroon beret and cap badge of his regiment with pride. He was also proud of the wings on his right shoulder, a symbol of what he had done. Being sent to the South Atlantic so soon after joining the battalion had been fate. That jaunt had been an accident, a fluke of timing, pure and simple. But the result was he'd been propelled towards the teeth of a machine that could easily have ground him up with virginity still intact. Tom told her that being shunted around different schools -- the result of his father's military career -- had left him shy and introverted, awkward around girls. He always seemed to say the wrong thing, had no natural rapport with the opposite sex, and that their off-hand rejection had left him painfully shy, his mother's death only exacerbating the problem. In the end he merely shrugged and said, "I dunno, Rita, I'm just not that great around girls." Another lengthy pause while Rita boggled, her mouth working with no words forthcoming. "Oh, Tom," she sighed, eventually. Her eyes glistened. "Oh, darling Tom; I'm going to be your first?" Tom sucked in a breath when the dress fell from Rita's shoulders. "Bloody hell," he muttered while, a Mona Lisa smile on her face, Rita posed for a moment. "There," she smirked a second before she pulled the bra away from her breasts. "Is this what you wanted to see?" Tom swallowed and nodded, his tongue sliding over dry lips. "What about...?" Rita grinned, thumbs hooked into the waistband of her underwear. She revelled at the deep longing in Tom's long, drawn-out groan. A flick of her foot sent her knickers across the room. "I shave it," she said by way of explanation while Tom gaped at her smooth pudendum. "My former husband preferred me this way." Rita's grin broadened and she winked. "I've grown to like it as well. And I must admit I've had some comments from the few men who came after my divorce. The reaction has been a bit like yours now, Tom. Surprised and speechless." Rita chuckled. "You didn't expect that from old Rita, eh?" Rita settled onto the bed, on her knees next to him. She leaned in to kiss his mouth. "A virgin," she murmured. "I'll make it special for you, my lovely man." They kissed again, and Tom gasped when her fingers curled around his girth. The idea came to her fully formed; she knew what she could do for him. But there was the potential problem of Tom peaking too soon. Still, that was easily remedied. Rita laid the length of her body alongside his and rested on one elbow, the other hand manipulating Tom's hard-on with slow strokes. Her expression turned dreamy, wistful while she thought through her idea. Homecoming What a thrill to watch his face while she told him. "I think I'd like to dress up for you, darling boy. Before we fuck, I think I'll dress up for you. Would you like that, Tom? Shall I make this a very special night for you? Make it a real night to remember?" Tom didn't give a rat's arse at that point. His mind was filled with Rita's body moulded to his. He could feel her hand -- a woman's hand, not his own for once -- working up and down his length. He could smell her, hear her, feel the heat coming off her, and all he wanted to do was to roll her onto her back, spread her legs and plunge balls deep. Working on instinct Tom growled and heaved onto his side. He then hauled himself upright and, at the same time, rolling Rita onto her back, moved over her to hold his torso over hers, his arms straight with his hips between her thighs. "I just want to do it, Rita. I want to fuck. Please, let's just do it. Now, let's do it now!" Rita looked up at him, into the expectant face. She saw the urgency there, witnessed the feral longing in his expression. Covering her opening with a hand, blocking him from simply lunging, Rita murmured, "It'll be ruined if you did that, darling. You'd come without really experiencing the intimacy. I wanted to make it special for you." With Tom distracted, in a deft movement that caught him unawares, Rita somehow contrived to wriggle from beneath him. The next thing Tom knew Rita was standing beside the bed, hands on her hips. "I thought we could enjoy the beauty of your first time together, Tom, with both of us taking the time to really love each other. It would be wonderful to watch your face when you slide into me. I'd love to see your expression when you feel me close around you. We could kiss and talk and all the time you'd be inside me. "And when you come, Tom ... Oh, when you come... "Just think about it, my lovely man, just think about the two of us doing it for as long as you could hold back. You could move to the precipice and then settle again. If you could hold yourself in check you could prolong that exquisite agony. "Oh, and it is such an exquisite sensation, sweetheart. I promise you." Her words lulled him, the narcotic murmuring triggering images of soft intimacies in his mind. "We can do it, Tom. We can make love for ages. And when you come you can just let it go. Flood me with your seed." Goosebumps rose at the thought of Rita brimming with his semen. "B-but ... But what about you getting pregnant?" Rita's eyes rolled. "You don't have to worry about that. Forget it. Just think about what I said." She shrugged and, suddenly curt, added, "We can do it your way, if you prefer." Rita pointed to the bed. "I can get back on there and open my legs. You could climb aboard and just stick it in. Two pumps and a squirt and it'd be over. But it's up to you." She did think he was going to give in to base desires when he sighed, rolled onto his back and said, "I want to do it now, Rita. I'm so fucking horny for you." But then, while he blinked at the ceiling, Tom added, "But ... What you said ... What you said about making love and taking our time and how good it would be." The bed bounced when Tom moved again, this time onto his, head resting on one fist, elbow jammed against the bed he gazed at her. "It sounds so good that way, like it really would be worth waiting." Rita glanced at the face of her watch, eager to begin. "It's just gone ten, Tom." She locked eyes with him, no longer the boy she'd known, he was now the man who would become her lover. "By midnight, darling, you'll no longer be a virgin. By then you'll know what it is to love a woman. And I mean love her properly, Tom." With growing excitement, she continued: "I'll dress up for you -- and I'd enjoy doing it. Doing that makes me feel girly and sexy at the same time." She paused for a beat or two. "And I feel more confident in a nice corset." Rita rolled her eyes and hurried on, cutting off any retort. "I know you keep telling me I'm lovely, but a girl gets to an age and she's just so self-conscious ... Anyway, I'm sure you won't complain, Tom. We can kiss and I'll suck you. You can lick me ... down there," she pointed, "and I'll show you how I like to be licked and how you can use your fingers. Let's see if you can give me a fabulous orgasm before we actually do it. "And when you can't keep your hands off me any longer, darling ... When you feel like you'll explode if you don't have me, then we can fuck." She clambered back onto the bed and shoved a hand beneath a pillow. "You just sit there and watch. Don't you dare touch your penis until I say you can." Rita was on fire between her legs at the thought of what she was about to do. She couldn't dwell on it though, couldn't allow herself to think about it or she would be sure to balk. Her hand slid under her pillow, fingers finding it. She paused. Swallowing heavily Rita glanced at him lying there, so innocent despite his recent experiences. She felt her heart beating solidly while she steeled her resolve. It would be a first for her, this exhibitionism, this flaunting she was about to undertake. The corsets and stockings were nothing unusual, not to her, Rita regarded the lingerie as part of being feminine, dressing up for them turned men into beasts, slavering and ravenous for her. And she liked that, enjoyed it immensely. But she'd never used a dildo on herself while a man watched before. ** So there had been something after all. Rita did have a dirty little secret tucked away. Not hidden in the wardrobe, not snuggled inside the nest of drawers next to the bed, but there, right under her pillow. He gaped at it in her fist, continued to stare, to boggle, eyes wide and his jaw slack as Rita settled down with her feet towards the headboard, her weight propped on one side, resting on her elbow, thighs parting. The dildo slid through her sex, splitting the tacky labia and making Rita gasp. She grunted and winced, the fingers of her free hand clawing at one breast while she fixed him with such an intense and heavy-lidded look of unadulterated lust a moan burst out of Tom's chest. His hand went to his cock. "Fuck ... Oh fuck, Rita." The movement brought forth a snarl from Rita. "Don't you dare touch your cock, Tom!" The length of rubbed waved in her hand as she threatened him with it. "Be patient. Watch me do this. I've never done it in front of a man before." Her language matched her mood when, overwhelmed with lust and a newly-discovered desire to shock, Rita tapped into a deep well of profanity. "Watch me fuck myself with this. You stay there and keep your hands off your dick while I fuck my cunt with this thing. When I tell you to -- when I'm close to coming -- I want you to wank as well. I want you to watch me and then pull your cock, Tom. You can come all over me, if you want, I don't fucking care. Just watch me with this and then, when I say, you tug and tug and come for me." Tom sat there, his back propped against a pillow which was wedged tight against the headboard while Rita spread her legs even wider. And then, in front of him, she did exactly as she said she would. Wearing a garter belt, stockings, and even her shoes, Rita splayed the lips of her sex with her fingertips and rubbed the rubber cock around her squelching opening. ** She tormented Tom for a full fifteen minutes. And didn't she just love every wicked second of it? At first there came the moaning and gasping and the rolling her eyes while she slid the length of the dildo between the folds of her labia. "Oh yes," she mumbled, wincing at the sheer pleasure of her self-indulgence. "Yes, that's so good." And it was good, so fucking gorgeous. What a thrill to expose her core to Tom's stare, to watch his face while she masturbated. It was something Rita did often, used the malleable latex in lieu of the real thing. The dildo offered a release of sorts, allowing her to indulge in whatever fantasy came to mind without the complication of a man being involved. Rita's indulgence meant she could picture romance if she pleased. She could take herself through a journey of soft seduction, lingering kisses and meaningful looks while masturbating gently, her head filled with a handsome lover, a kind man attentive to her needs. As an alternative however -- if the mood struck -- she could just as easily imagine sordid scenes of unbridled fucking, letting her mind go, freeing her imagination to run unfettered through the darker side of her sexual proclivities. Romance, she decided, could wait. There would be time for that later, plenty of time, at that moment she was just in the mood to make it dirty. Tom would love it. She'd make his eyes pop out of his head. Didn't that feel good bumping over her clit? "Watch me do it, you dirty boy." Would he hold out and manage to keep his hands off his cock? She goaded him. "Oh fuck. This is what I love doing, Tom. I love to fuck myself like this. I've done this and thought of you. And now, here you are, and I'm so fucking wet to see you watching me do this." In truth she'd been wet since their first kiss; her insides had melted with anticipation long ago. By the time she let her legs fall open and paused with the blunt knob-end at her opening, savouring the look on Tom's face, in the second before the dildo slid into her body, Rita's body sluiced even more with her desire. "Yes. Oh yes ... So good..." She felt the bed heave and saw Tom rolling away, him rising to stand alongside the bed to where he stared down at her. Let him watch, she thought, her eyes closing as she used the full length of that thing, plunging it deep and stirring it around, her fist tight around its girth. Rita could hear her own gasps and grunts, primal utterances that only aggravated her yearning for her climax. And then she paused, opening her eyes again while breath rasped in her throat, half the length of the dildo absorbed by her body while she confronted Tom's gaze. Oh God, the heat of the boy's stare... He held her eyes for a few seconds, or he held them for an eternity, later on Rita wouldn't be able to decide which. All she could manage then was a moan, her jaw hanging slack before she plunged the dildo deep and uttered a long, low, curdling groan, her eyes closing, teeth bared in agony at such pleasure. "Fucking hell," she heard him mumble. "Fucking, fucking hell..." For several savage strokes she used the dildo on her body. In and out it went, stretching her and filling her while Rita abandoned all her previous self-consciousness and let herself be caught up in the bliss of her exhibitionism. What a joy it was, flaunting herself, showing Tom everything and watching his reaction. She was getting close, moving rapidly towards a juddering, teeth-clenching climax. God, she wanted to get there. But not yet, not just yet. Rita eased the dildo from her body and, gasping for effect just to see Tom's reaction, she slid the shaft of that thing between her labia several times, uttering a dark chuckle at the slippery noise the movement elicited between rubber and flesh. She forced her thighs wide, thrilled by Tom's groan, the desperate sound giving her a quick pang of guilt at her cruelty towards him. "Have I shocked you, Tom? I bet you never imagined anything like this." His head shook side-to-side, his mouth open. "Uh ... No. I've thought about you, but not like this." He lifted a hand and waved vaguely before it flopped back to the bed. "This is better than anything I could've dreamed up, Rita." "We can do this together, Tom. Now we've decided to let ourselves go, we can be close like this for as long as you're here." A low and dangerous growl rumbled out of Tom and he lowered his knees onto the bed. "I can't hold on any more, Rita." The heat of Tom's stare, the words coming out of him in a breathy rush of urgency and the sight of his thick cock in his fist brought forth a groan from Rita. "Do it if you need to, darling. Let's wank together. Let's get there and then I'll dress for you. That's when we can make love, Tom." "Yes," Tom grunted. She watched his fist move over his shaft. Then he was leaning over her, cock in one hand the other slid under her head. "I want to do everything with you." She plunged the dildo into her body with urgent stabs and let herself be kissed. She sucked at Tom's tongue and plundered her cunt and succumbed to the orgasm ballooning inside her. ** For Tom those minutes were a struggle from the very beginning. Keeping his hands off his dick was a monumental task. How could she expect him not to react when she behaved in such a provocative way? Even as shocked as he was, staring at her, barely able to reconcile this woman with the Rita he knew, with lust surging through him as her familiar face twisted into a mask of desire, his own yearning for her flaring hotter when she regarded him from heavy-lidded eyes and she said, "Watch me do it, you dirty boy," the urge to stroke his erection burned deep. He swallowed heavily, somehow -- for the time being at least -- stopping himself from touching the pulsing jib of his hard-on. Tom stared at her while Rita moaned, her back arching, lips pursing when the blunt knob-end of the dildo bumped over her clitoris. He contained his desires when she swore, Rita's eyes flashing fire while she kept her eyes locked on his, goading him to touch himself. He heard her say, "Oh fuck. This is what I love doing, Tom. I love to fuck myself like this. I've done this and thought of you. And now, here you are, and I'm so fucking wet to see you watching me do this." He also kept it together when Rita shifted position, her hand mauling at one breast before she released that flesh and slid down the bed. It was fascination for what Rita would do next that distracted Tom for the next few minutes, the disbelief for what he was actually witnessing holding him fast, his eyes wide and fixed on the sight of Rita's legs falling apart, boneless, before she introduced the tip of the dildo to her opening. A curdled cry gurgled from Rita's throat when her body accepted, with greasy ease and in one slick glide, the length of pliant rubber. "Yes," Rita mumbled. "Oh yes ... So good..." Tom rolled off the bed and stood alongside to gaze down in wonder at the lewd scene developing right there in front of him, and by then Rita was thrusting the dildo in and out, her chest heaving while sobs of pleasure burst out of her. The yearning to just take hold of his hard-on and tug away at it grew almost unbearable when, during a pause, with half the faux penis hanging out of her body, slick and greasy with her desire, Rita opened her eyes and fixed Tom with another intense look of undiluted lust. That moment, the few seconds during which Rita's glazed eyes held Tom's would be imprinted on his brain forever. That expression captured the spirit of unadulterated hunger for sexual fulfilment. It would remain the single most erotic experience of his life. It was all there in Rita's eyes and the twist of her mouth. It was a moment that hung in eternity, the very essence of Rita as a sexual animal with the veneer of civilisation stripped away, her need apparent. He saw in her then a woman who was caught purely and simply in a moment of complete abandon. They stared at one another, the universe and all therein forgotten. All that mattered was the moment. Nothing else existed. Rita moaned again, her jaw hanging slack before she plunged the dildo deep and uttered a long, low, curdling groan. Her eyes closed and she bared her teeth. "Fucking hell," mumbled Tom. "Fucking, fucking hell..." All he could do was watch in mesmerised fascination while Rita fucked the dildo into her body. At times her head lolled while Rita grimaced and mauled her breasts, other times she gasped and moaned, face slack, wall-eyed with the sheer pleasure of it. Rita's hips moved with convulsive jerks, the action instinctive as her fist drilled the length of the rubber cock into her body. With the bed moving under the force of Rita's bucking hips she thrust in and out for several long, slow strokes. She was showing him everything, allowing him to witness a deeply personal moment, and Tom was moved that Rita would share this with him. The moment came when Rita, eyes twinkling with devilment, eased the dildo from her body, gasping as she slid the shaft between her labia several times. He heard her dark chuckle at the slippery noise the movement elicited, saw her force her thighs wide. "Have I shocked you, Tom?" purred Rita. "I bet you never imagined anything like this." And wasn't that an understatement? Tom shook his head, mouth open. "Uh ... No," he admitted. "I couldn't picture this, Rita. I've thought about you, but not like this." He lifted a weak hand and gestured with a vague wave before the hand dropped to the bed. "This is better than anything I could've dreamed up." "We can do this together, Tom. Now we've decided to let ourselves go, we can be close like this for as long as you're here." That promise from Rita tipped him over the edge. He'd waited long enough -- and how much did she think he could stand? How could Rita expect him to simply lay there and watch while she did that to herself? A low and dangerous growl rumbled out of Tom and he knelt on the bed. "I can't hold on any more, Rita." He fisted his cock and saw her throat work, the thrill of Rita's next words flashing fire inside him. "Do it if you need to, darling," she mumbled. Rita held herself open and slid the dildo inside again. "Let's wank together. Let's get there and then I'll dress for you. That's when we can make love, Tom." "Yes," Tom grunted. His fist moved over his shaft while he leaned over Rita and pushed his other hand under her head. "I want to do everything with you." Rita plunged the dildo into her body with urgent stabs while Tom kissed her. He could feel her urgency in the way she sucked desperately at his tongue; he could sense she was close to orgasm. "Let me see you," Rita gasped, pushing at Tom's chest. "Watch me while I use this big fucker," she mewled. "I want to watch you at the same time. Oh, this is so bloody sexy, Tom. I'm so glad we're here, together, doing this." During the lewd display, Rita sighed and grunted and mewled, her cunt farting and squelching, stretched tight around the girth of that dildo while Tom worked at his length, his eyes bulging. "Oh!" Rita yelped as she rolled onto her side, a hand mauling tit flesh, fingers scissored around a thick and elongated nipple. "Uh," she grunted, the dildo held deep while her hips jerked. "Do it, Tom," Rita mumbled, head lolling, eyes heavy-lidded. She gaped up at him kneeling beside her, her expression slack and vacant with that glazed-eyed stupidity, the precursor to a climax. "I'm ... Oh, I'm..." Tom cranked at his dick and watched Rita come, the sight holding him captivated. Mesmerised by Rita's cerise core stretched around rubber, her body convulsing while she muttered and swore and grunted and squealed, Tom yanked at himself and reached out to squeeze Rita's breasts one after the other. "Do it, Tom," Rita wailed, her body trembling, hips jerking, the dildo still jammed inside. "Please. Wank and come. Show me how much I turn you on." Tom's fist worked in a blur as he shuffled forward on his knees. "Rita," he grunted in warning, and then gasped when the woman herself, with the dildo hanging out of her like an obscene tongue, levered herself around and reached for his dick. Then she covered the dome of it with her lips and Tom's fingers pushed through blonde hair, twisting a handful while he growled down into the impossibly erotic image of Rita's eyes gazing up at him, her face distorted, cheek bulging with cock-head as she grinned as best she could manage around the mouthful of male gristle. Homecoming The surge began, feeling like it came from beyond his toes the pleasure was so intense. Rita took the first squirt in her mouth but then allowed Tom's dick, still spitting its load, to plop from between her lips. "That nearly took my head off," she gasped. "Jesus, Tom..." Rita coughed and spluttered while, showing the presence of mind of an experienced woman, she used her hand to pump more gouts of viscous goo from Tom's penis. "Come for me, darling," Rita continued, rapt. She grinned up at Tom, massaging the length of him as she aimed the eye of that cock at her outthrust chest. "Get it all out, sweetheart," she crooned. Finally, when the deluge abated to a dribble, Rita said, "We can start again soon, darling. Let Rita squeeze the last drop out of you, Tom. Then we can get ready to make love like you deserve." During his orgasm, while looking down at Rita with some disbelief, watching his semen splash across the woman's chest, Tom had groaned and gasped and muttered obscenities through gritted teeth. Now, with his climax cooling, he stroked Rita's hair while emotions he couldn't begin to articulate swelled in his throat. "Rita ... That was incredible. Fucking fantastic. Your face when you sucked me ... Shit ... Fuck ... Rita, I don't know what to say." Rita winked and leaned in to pop the knob-head between her lips. Tom groaned, head rolling loose on his neck when he felt her tongue snaking at the keel of his cock, the tip flicking around the frenulum, teasing him. Apparently deciding enough was enough Rita fell back, her lips smacking before she wiped her mouth with the back of a hand and, sliding the dildo out of her, she rose to her knees. "That's just the beginning, Tom," Rita purred. She faced him and, with semen sliding between her breasts, pressed the front of her body against his chest. "Now we can really enjoy ourselves." She offered her mouth for a kiss, and Tom, enflamed with ardour, ignoring his own jizm, obliged with the enthusiasm of flaming desire. The kiss lengthened, with both Rita and Tom experiencing a renewed flare of passion. His hands were all over Rita's body, squeezing her buttocks, sliding up her back and even smearing gloop into her breasts. "You're so fucking sexy," Tom panted between short, sharp smacks of his lips against Rita's. "I love your body. Your skin ... Fuck, Rita, I love feeling your arse and boobs." Breaking away, pushing gently at Tom's chest, Rita replied: "And I love your hard dick, sweetie, but we mustn't get carried away again." She ducked and clambered from the bed as Tom grabbed at her, reluctant to let her go. Sliding out of Tom's encircling arms, like a greased-up wrestler, Rita said, "Go and wash your cock and then take yourself downstairs. Drink a beer. I want to tidy up." She grimaced and gestured at the goo spattered across her front. "You made such a mess." Rita giggled and added, "I'll call you when I'm ready for you. Away now, Tom." Her hands fluttered. "Shoo. Let me get cleaned up." "But, Rita..." whined Tom. "I said go!" She pointed to the door. "Now." With great reluctance Tom turned and walked away. He scooped his jeans from the carpet and, with a petulant backwards glance, left her alone. Five The dog regarded him with liquid brown eyes and a disconsolate expression before, with surprisingly haughty disdain, the animal turned her sharp muzzle away from him. Tom laughed and apologised for Megan's banishment to the kitchen, the animal's attitude coming as a distraction, relief from recent events that looped through his mind over and over. "I really am sorry, Meg, but there's no way you're getting in the way tonight. I know you sleep on her bed," Tome pointed to the ceiling, Rita's bedroom above. "But not tonight." He walked to the fridge and reached in for a can of lager. He popped the tab and swigged before, with a twinge of guilt at having usurped Megan in Rita's affections, he lifted two pieces of ham from a plate and plopped them into the dog's food bowl. Then, sitting at the kitchen table, he stared at nothing, swigging from the can from time-to-time while his mind conjured myriad scenarios of what he was about to encounter. Again, just as on the eve of battle, he wondered at what he would face in the minutes and hours ahead of him. There was that edgy nervousness in the pit of his stomach, elephants tap-dancing as he sat there and the minutes to H-hour ticked past. One beer led to two. His stomach squeezed and griped. What was taking her so long? Tom decided to abstain from a third beer. He'd had enough and wanted to be clear-headed, or at least not slurred and bumbling when Rita -- eventually -- summoned him to her boudoir. Forty-five minutes later he was still waiting. Tom paced and muttered, contemplating taking some direct action but was reluctant to take the first step out of the kitchen. He was afraid. "Fucking hell, Meg" The dog's head lifted from her paws at the sound of his voice. "What's she doing? I'm shitting bricks here." The animal's head canted to one side before she decided there was no canine interest in Tom's problem. She rested her long face on her paws once more and chuffed a sigh of disinterest whileTom continued to pace. "Come on, Rita. Come on. For fuck's sake ... come on!" Her call came a full hour and five minutes after Tom had been summarily dismissed from Rita's bedroom. She was at the top of the stairs, hair perfect, subtle make-up applied, although the lipstick was anything but understated, the same wicked shade of red as before. The pendant had been replaced by a velvet collar, black like her stockings and corset. The shoes were red of course, but these heels were far more lethal than Rita's choice of footwear for public consumption, dangerous spikes that complimented the equally dangerous glint in her eyes. It was an ensemble for seduction. "Hello, darling," breathed Rita as she smirked down at her victim. "Will I do?" Gape-mouthed and boggling, his cock stiff and straining at his jeans, Tom moved to a point three treads below the vision, halting to soak up every detail. He gawped at her smooth, plump mons. "Jesus. Oh, Rita, you're so sexy." Rita shifted and cocked one hip, posing for full effect. "I drew you a bath. Why don't you pop in and have a wash. I want you all clean and fresh. If I'm going to suck that big lovely dick of yours it has to be nice and clean." Overcome with desire Tom lurched up the remaining stairs, arms outstretched, fingers grasping. Rita danced away with surprising agility in those heels, laughing when Tom stumbled on the top step. Framed by her bedroom door she admonished Tom with a waggle of a forefinger and a pout. "No, no. Go and clean up." The finger levelled to the horizontal and directed Tom towards the bathroom. "I want you fresh, darling." He stripped out of his jeans in an agony of frustrated impatience. She was killing him. Every time he thought he was about to get to grips with her she managed to prolong the torture. He eased into the shallow depth of the bathwater and began to wash, chuntering all the while. "You want clean and fresh..." He splashed water, lathering and rinsing. "...You'll get clean and fucking fresh." Tom bathed and, in a fit of pique -- let her wait now -- brushed his teeth. Cutting his nose off to spite his face, prolonging the time it took to complete his toilette, he even shaved, albeit a haphazard and rushed affair of a quick squirt of foam and several brisk strokes with his razor. "You took your time. I was about to fuck myself with my friend again." Rita waved the rubber cock and then twisted to reveal a rounded rump, opening a bedside drawer to dump the redundant lump of rubber inside. She turned back to face him, sitting upright as she said, "Now, come here, darling. Her eyebrows arched as she regarded Tom's erection. "Let me get hold of you." ** Before Tom could react, Rita left the bed and stepped across the room. He blinked at her approach, licking his lips in a nervous gesture, barely registering the elegance of her walk despite the precipitous heels. Then she was there, her arms draped around his neck, her voice low and heavy. "Hello, darling, here we are, at last." Rita glanced down at the arrogant jut of Tom's erection, eyes sparkling when her look returned to his face. "And aren't you just ready for me. Big and stiff." Her body felt soft and pliant beneath the coarser texture of the corset, her waist packed tight within when Tom's palms slid all over her torso. His fingers closed around her as they drew closer together, her face uptilted to meet his kiss. Their tongues danced, slipping and slithering, ardour igniting, heat flaring inside Tom when Rita's fingers grasped his root. She squeezed, holding tight with a forehand grip, slowly stroking, forcing a sigh from him. The kiss broke and, holding onto Tom's cock, she turned and led him deeper into her boudoir. "Would you like to lick me? I'm all smooth and sweet down there. I could teach you how to get me there with your tongue. Go on, Tom, say yes." Rita traced his unresponsive lips with her tongue. "Lick my cunt, darling." Regardless of the coarse vulgarity of his comrades' conversations, discourse peppered liberally with obscenities being the norm, that word from Rita, the eloquence of her diction at odds with the C-word and the casual manner in which she dropped into her vocabulary, shocked him. But her use of the profanity, incongruous compared to her usual persona of stylish elegance sent a surge of illicit excitement through Tom. Would he like to lick her? Too fucking right he would! Tom rumbled a low growl and, as Rita reached the bed, he made a grab for her arm. His touch halted her and she released his cock. "Oh, you bad boy!" Rita shrilled when, with the tantalising globes of her buttocks proving too much to resist, Tom squatted and clasped her hips. He nuzzled the peach of Rita's derrière, nibbling the flesh. Rita chuckled. "Biting my bum! You naughty thing. Here," she continued with a purr, kneeling on the bed, presenting her rump. "Lick my cunt from back there." She thrust her hips high while lowering her face and shoulders to the bedcover. "Get right in there, Tom. Lick me there, darling." Knowing full well what kind of picture her lewd exposure presented, totally mindful that Tom's position behind her would allow him to see all her most intimate places, Rita instructed him to splay the cheeks of her buttocks. "Spread me open, my lover. Look at me. Look at all of me, darling." Her face burned when, not believing her own words, she added, "Can you see all of me, Tom? I want you to lick me there." Rita's hand moved between her legs, the red-tipped fingers decorated with the rings she habitually wore splitting meaty labia. "See how wet I am inside, Tom? That's me all aroused because you're going to lick me there. And I'd adore it if you licked my tight arsehole and then sucked my clit." It occurred to Tom, as the lewd litany cascaded over him, profanity in a sewer torrent pouring from Rita, that he could easily step forward and plunge his length into the pink and molten core of her body. "Can I just fuck you?" he rasped, voice dry and coarse. "Please, Rita. Can I put it in?" In a flurry of legs, stockings hissing as she moved, a heel of one shoe scything close and almost emasculating Tom, Rita yelped and rolled onto her side. She completed the turn and looked up at him, her eyes slits, a hand held protectively over her pudendum in an odd parody of modest chastity. She chastised him through clenched teeth. "Not yet. No fucking until you've made me come with your tongue and fingers." Rita's hand came away to expose her mound as she scooted her buttocks along the bed, careful not to rip the bedding with her heels. She settled against a pillow, shoulders and back propped at an angle which afforded her a view along her torso. Rita folded her legs at the knees before allowing her thighs to fall apart, the lewd, casual exposure causing her labia to separate with tacky reluctance. "Get onto the bed. Lie down on your front and get your face against my cunt." She winced and gasped and slid a forefinger over the slippery prepuce protecting her clitoris. "Right here first. Rita chewed at her bottom lip and, throwing a heavy-lidded look of desire at Tom, peeled back the little hood to uncover the pink nub. "Lick me right on the button, Tom. That'll do to start. I'll guide you from there." Rita's sex pouted at Tom when he complied with Rita's gurgled instructions, and it was with some awe that he stared at the confusing folds of flesh confronting him. He was stunned at the incongruity, the ugly beauty of those folds. This was it, his first taste. He dabbed an uncertain tongue at that "little button". The words leapt from Rita when, as though jolted by electricity, her body tensed and bucked. "Yes! There! Jesus, yes, right there! Lap at it like a dog licking water from a bowl. Lick it, Tom." Rita's voice rose in pitch, her instructions urgent. "Lick it, you bastard. Lick it. Faster." Her fingers clamped against Tom's ears. "Now, inside me, baby. Wriggle your tongue in there." Rita blurted an ecstatic laugh, a burst of rapture, her body writhing. "Squirm away inside me, darling ... Now my clit, get back to my clitty ... Suck it between your lips ... Between your teeth, Tom ... Gently ... Yes, that's it. Now lick it..." Rita groaned the shrieked in delight and yanked Tom's face against her body. "That's it, baby!" she yelped. "Now you're getting the hang of it. Lick it and suck it ... Do it to me, Tom." Shocked by Rita's vehemence Tom grunted at the fire from his ears. "Owmph," he managed in response to the burning either side of his head, the mad bitch had almost ripped his lugs off. He hadn't anticipated such aggression. Where was the tender love-making? Rita was a wild animal -- And the language coming out of her... Then there was no time to think as Rita, hauling him along her body while she buckled at the waist, wedged her tongue into Tom's mouth. He dismissed the pain of his tortured ears, a mere dull ache remaining when Rita broke the kiss and, her eyes flaming with yearning, she pushed him back down between her legs, a snarl coming out of her. "More. Lick me and use a finger this time. Push a finger inside me..." Rita gasped and her back arched when Tom complied, breath bursting out of her before she groaned and mewled: "Curl it around. Another one, for fuck's sake, use another finger inside me. Curl them around, Tom. Rub at me, right on that place. Rub me hard." Tom fumbled about, his mouth pressed against the woman's slick flesh while she squirmed and writhed and he struggled to keep his fingers inside her. "Feel for it," Rita squealed, her fingers clamping around Tom's wrist. "Feel inside me ... Oh, fuck, that's it. Right there. Can you feel that? That's where I need you to rub me, Tom. Hard, darling, really hard. Don't stop sucking my clit. Lick me ... Finger my cunt. Lick me." And so it went on for a few minutes longer, Rita gurgling and jabbering while Tom struggled to keep up. He rubbed and licked and sucked, altering the tempo and depth and ferocity of his oral and digital assault according to the woman's commands. In truth, Tom's first experience at oral sex left him dazed and confused; he got Rita there, took her to a jarring and voluble climax, an experience that left him gasping with wonder and shortness of breath -- not to mention bruised ears -- at the awe-inspiring event that was Rita's orgasm. He would, in the days that followed, with further coaching from Rita, grow more proficient. He would grow to love giving the lady pleasure with his tongue and fingers, but that first time was more a rapid and blurred series of impressions, an experience that made little sense. "Oh my God, I'm there," Rita finally grunted. "I'm coming, Tom. Keep going, darling. Just a bit more, sweetheart," she panted. "Just a little... "Oh, fuck... "Yes... "Lick me... "Yes, right... "Oh! "Oh fuck! "Oh fuck-fuck-fuck... "I'm there! "Tom. I'm. Fucking. There--" ** She laid there, a prize in lingerie, limbs sprawled, breasts swelling over the cups of the corset, the flesh shivering while she sucked in deep draughts of air. Her hair was already mussed and the lipstick was gone, chewed from her lips in the throes of her ecstasy or kissed away by Tom. Rita's glitter-eyes stare confronted him while she fought for breath. "Oh my God, Tom. Darling, you do that so well. What a bright pupil you are. If they gave medals for that you'd have won one you lovely thing." Rita made no mention of the fact that she'd assumed Tom would be an able student between her legs, after all, his mother had been adept at oral sex. But Rita didn't think it appropriate to mention the shared skill just then, if ever. She patted a place next to her on the bed. "Come up here, darling. Come on. Come here kiss me. It's time." Tom uncurled from the foot of the bed, the position he'd ended up in as he'd stared in awe at Rita in the throes of her climax. He stretched out alongside her, his eyes fixed on her breasts as she scooped them from the corset. "Rita," Tom muttered. "How could you think I wouldn't like your body? You're beautiful." As she lifted herself upright and rested on one straight arm, Rita beamed an appreciative smile. "You make me feel beautiful, Tom." She leaned low for a kiss. "The look in your eyes, my lovely boy ... When you were watching me ... I'm going to cherish this night." Tom found his hands full of Rita's buttocks, his palms sliding from those pliant globes along the rough texture of her corset when Rita threw a leg over him and settled her weight gently atop his body. From her superior position she murmured, "Kiss me, darling," her body moving sinuously, Tom's cock caught between her thighs as she rested on her elbows and gazed into his face. The moment stretched, more time that Tom would store away in the bank of mental images and impressions from that evening. In years to come during the hard routine and difficult conditions of some of his working life he would recall each detail, relishing the intimacy he shared with Rita in the moments before she welcomed him into her body. His tongue slid over Rita's tongue, his senses overwhelmed by the textures and tastes, the sounds and scent of a woman aroused. He grabbed at Rita's buttocks, his hips moving with those spasmodic and uncontrollable jerks while he marvelled at the feel of her slight frame under his fingers. It seemed to him that he was a huge and cumbersome lump in comparison. Their kisses grew hotter, a frenzied joining of lips and tongues and occasional clashes of teeth, their noses getting in the way while Rita squirmed and wriggled, gasps and moans coming out of her in bursts. Then Rita lifted her torso from Tom's to hold herself over him on straight arms. "Are you ready? Do you want to do it?" Tom knew he was there, knew that at the slightest signal Rita would act, and with the absolute knowledge that all he had to do was nod or mutter assent Tom perversely, and deliberately, paused. He looked up into Rita's face, eyes locked with hers as he grinned and reached for her breasts. "In a minute." Tom kept his stare -- a challenge of wills -- on Rita's, his tongue circling the dark coin of the areola surrounding one nipple. Tom lip-smacked both of those nipples in turn, sucking the teats between his lips to draw a low groan and a wince from Rita hovering over him. "You take your time," Rita said, her voice low and dark and husky. "I want this to be perfect for you." She grinned, head tilted to one side as she sucked in the detail of him. "I can't believe you're a virgin." Homecoming Author's Note: I would like to dedicate this story to all my brothers and sisters in uniform and their significant others. As I close in on my retirement I cannot thank you all enough for the great job you all do every day. Whether you are currently serving or served at any time in the past, I salute you all. As always I eagerly encourage you to rate my story and/or post a comment. I love to hear from the readers. It's hard to believe that a whole year has gone by. For the past 365 days we have been forced to live apart, but finally I am home. A sigh of heartfelt thanks escapes me as I pick up my heavy bags and load them into our SUV. With retirement right around the corner this should be the last time we are forced to be apart for such a long stretch of time. The sorrow and the heartache are behind us now and our life together can finally resume. All the frustration of insane time differences, poor communication, and bottled up feelings is now over. I look over at you, your deep brown eyes still shiny from the recently shed tears of joy. You wore your wavy brown hair down today, knowing that I have always loved the way it frames your beautiful face. Your make-up is light, just enough to accent your features without burying them, just the way I like it. A set of diamond stud earrings flash occasionally as your hair shifts in the light Texas breeze. A white blouse with an eye-catching purple design graces your body, showing off nothing but enhancing your chest all the same with just a hint of cleavage at times. Your outfit is complete with a pair of skin tight designer jeans and a set of black wedge sandals that show off your pedicure. It leaves you with a very sexy look, but in a classy way. I drink you in deeply as I hit the button that closes the hatch. Suddenly you are in my arms once again. This time no tears fall as our mouths quickly lock together in a deep and passionate kiss. My arms encircle you, holding you close to me, my hands gliding up and down your back and down onto your tight ass. Your lips part and I eagerly seek your tongue out with mine. They meet and quickly begin to dance. We both moan at the feeling, so long since either of us has felt that simple pleasure. I grab ahold of your ass and pull you even more firmly against my body. A small shiver creeps its way up your spin as you easily feel my arousal bulging in my crotch that is pressed tightly up against your lower abdomen. A whole year we have gone without. A year that our bodies our now wanting to erase as quickly as possible. The kiss breaks and we gaze into each other's eyes. There is love there, so true and deep that nobody could ever take it from us. Still, there is something much more than just love. It is a feeling of longing, a deep and burning passion that has been left to simmer for far too long. Now, so recently reunited, that simmer is rapidly building to a boil. It is primal; a need that has gone unfulfilled that is now awakening from its long slumber with our bodies pressed together so close. Like a great cat, it stretches within us both. "Did I mention that the kids are spending the night at a friend's house?" Your voice is low and filled with desire. Your fingers run up the back of my neck in a gentle caress. A low growl escapes me as my hands match yours. As my fingers make their way into your hair I deftly sweep your dark curls away from the side of your neck. I see your eyes go heavy a second before I lean in and latch my lips onto the sensitive skin just below your ear. You stiffen as your body reacts to the rush of heat that explodes through you. You almost jerk away, so sensitive after so long apart, but my one hand quickly grips you tight by the hair on the back of your head as my other slides down your back to once again press you tightly against me. My tongue bathes the side of your neck now, starting low and tracing a hot, wet path upwards until it contacts your ear. You moan even louder as I roughly pull your head further to the side by your hair and then latch my teeth onto your earlobe with more than just a light nibble. Your body quivers in response, like an electric shock that zips through your body to explode in your now very hot pussy. Finally I pull back and let go of your hair. Our eyes meet again, and this time there is no denying that the beast as truly awakened within us both. "Take me home." My voice is deep and you have no doubt that those words carry far more meaning than just the simple statement I have made. We break apart from our embrace and quickly jump into the SUV. The drive home is too long. Although the airport is a mere five miles from our home, it seems to last an eternity. I try to relax, the long flight from overseas having taken its toll on me. I busy myself eating a quick meal that you picked up for me from a fast food joint on the way to the airport. As excited to get home as I am, I almost lose myself in the simple bliss of a real, honest to goodness cheeseburger. No more funny food with strange tastes and smells. I actually grin to myself as you weave in and out of traffic aggressively. This coming weekend we will fire up the grill and enjoy life with the kids in our new home. Once again I sigh in complete happiness as I finish my very unhealthy dinner, chasing the whole thing down with a couple of long swigs from the coke that came with the meal. I am so simply amazed at how perfect you are for me. You are so beautiful, so strong, so determined. Being a military wife is never an easy life, but you always seem to pull it off. Not only that but you stay positive through it all. Our new home is just the latest example of you being able to move forward, letting nothing get in your way. Here I am deployed half way around the world, and when I come home you have handled the arduous task of finding the perfect home for us and our family, going through the financial nightmare of securing the mortgage, and getting everything moved in and set up, all so that when I returned home I wouldn't have to worry about any of it. It was just yet one more sign of why I know I found the perfect woman to share life with. Of course as we pull into the driveway and you park the car in the garage, I quickly remember one of the other reasons you and I are so perfectly matched. The tension skyrockets between us as you turn the key to kill the engine. You reach up and push the button to close the garage door. The ticking of the cooling engine is quickly drowned out as the door makes its way down the metal tracks to seal itself. Without a word we both quickly climb out of the SUV and head into the house, my bags forgotten in the back. They will still be there later, but we both have much more important things to attend to. As we burst into the house we are all over each other in an instant. We barely make it into the kitchen before the clothes start to come off. You quickly sling your purse onto the kitchen counter where it promptly tumbles to the floor spilling half of its contents. I begin to stop, but your hands push me. "Leave it." You growl as you quickly begin to pull my shirt over my head. A tangle ensues as I attempt to do the same. We laugh for a second and then you push my hands away and quickly resume your work of getting me unclothed as quickly as possible. As my shirt finally comes off you waste not a second throwing it to the ground and reaching for my pants. I do a little quick dance of kicking my shoes off by prying them away from my feet with the opposing foot. I accomplish this quickly and with minimal stumbling as I once again focus on getting your shirt off. The button on my pants pops open and you stop for a second, just long enough to lift your arms and allow me to pull your shirt up and off. It lands somewhere in the hallway leading to the bedroom. In a flash your hands are back on my pants ripping the zipper down as I now attempt to reach around behind you to undo your bra. I growl as I can't seem to find it as you begin to shove my pants down over my hips along with my boxer briefs. "Front." You voice is husky, the heat of the moment deepening your normally tone. I blink as I try to grasp the meaning of that one word until my eyes lock onto the clasp located between the two cups of your bra. A sly grin forms on my lips as I quickly slide one finger up underneath the clasp. I start to pull just as you literally step onto the crotch of my pants and underwear to shove them the rest of the way down my legs. It more than accomplishes the task but they bunch up at my ankles causing me to pitch backwards. Your bra jerks you towards me, and then the clasp breaks open. I have a fleeting glimpse of your wonderful tits as I fly back and smack into the door leading to our bedroom. It does little to slow my fall however as it was left slightly ajar. Ultimately I finish my fall hard onto my ass just inside the doorway. The door adds insult to injury as it swings wildly open, hits the door stop, and then springs back at me to smack me on my quickly raised arm. "Oh, shit. Baby, are you okay?" You quickly bend over, your tits hanging out of your now ruined bra. I growl at the sight before me. "Fine." I respond and then I quickly sit back up and pull you down into my lap. My very hard cock presses hard into your ass as you straddle me. My lips quickly latch onto your left nipple in a hungry frenzy. Your body shivers as my tongue begins to swirl and flick. "Oh, I see." A gasp escapes from you. "Yes. Oh fuck that feels soooo good." I switch to the other nipple, sucking it fully into my mouth and then running my tongue over it. My hands are suddenly back at your waist, moving around to try and get at the button to your jeans. You shed the ruined bra and then in an awkward move you bend back as much as you can while making sure that my lips stay locked into place. You know you've pulled as far away as you dare when you feel that sweet sensation of my teeth locking on to your sensitive flesh. You gasp loudly as once again a line of liquid heat flashes through your body, like there is a direct nerve going from your nipple to your clit. You struggle to reach your sandals as you feel first the button pop open on your pants and then my fingers roughly pulling the zipper down. My hands are pushing your pants down, but the angle is all wrong. Once again I growl, this time in frustration. You manage to get one foot free, but with the way you are pulled down onto me you can't seem to get your hand to the other sandal to remove it. This position just isn't working. You cry out in surprise as my lips leave your nipple and both hands lock around the small of your back. With a heavy grunt I push up with my groan and then quickly fling us both to the side and roll you under me. "You know, there is a bed just a few feet away." You smile up at me. "Too far away." I'm possessed at this point. I sit up and quickly tug your remaining sandal from your foot. Once it is out of the way, flying off to some distant location back down the hall, I sit up onto my knees and grab ahold of the bottom of your pants legs and quickly jerk them off of you. They go flying over your head as I toss them away. Your panties quickly follow suit. For a second I stop and gaze down at your body in all its naked glory. Your pale skin so creamy. Your full lush tits with your nipples erect begging to be sucked on. My eyes burn as they follow your curves down over your hips and tight ass. Onto your thighs and across your very bald mound. Then as if you are reading my mind your legs spread open and I can see your very wet and aroused pussy. You slink your hand down over your stomach and quickly slide a finger into you delicate folds, spreading them even further open to expose your pink, sweet center. "Is this what you want?" Your voice is husky as you rub your finger back and forth over your clit a few times. Your eyes make a similar trip over my body, my shoulders and chest, down over my abs, and ultimately ending with a long and pointed stare at my very erect and throbbing seven inch cock that is pointed right between your legs. Your fingers quickly move away from your hot cunt as you pull them back up and slip them into your mouth. "Mmmmm, so yummy. You should try a taste." You actually shriek out as I quickly dive forward and bury my very eager mouth onto your very wet pussy. You shriek yet again as my tongue dives into your wet folds, lapping up your juices as I attempt to devour you whole. For the next few minutes all you can do is gasp and groan as I suck, lick, and nipple on your sweet hole. I'm like a starving man at a feast. My tongue is everywhere, circling and flicking your clit, then gliding down and in as I shove it as far into you as possible. Then further down, past the end of your hot cunt and tickling the flesh that separates it from your tight little asshole. Back up to your clit as I suck on it, pulling it up in between my lips and rapidly flicking my tongue over it. Your body tenses up as you can already feel your orgasm starting to build, the first of many you are sure. It is there, so close. Then you feel me slide a finger inside you. Once more you groan in pleasure as it quickly finds that special spot inside you. Slowly it starts to rub on it, back and forth across it as my tongue continues the assault on your clit. It's building faster, roaring through your body now. Like a powerful river being held back by a cracked dam. My tongue circles your clit again, faster and faster, swirling and driving hard against that sensitive little nub. My finger continues its slow but steady rub back and forth over your g-spot. "Yes. Oh, that's it. Fuuucck! YES! I'm going to cum, baby. Please don't stop." Your hands move onto your tits as you grab them and squeeze your nipples hard. A shiver pulses through your body as this just heightens the feeling in your clit more. You buck your hips as I once more suck your clit back in between my lips. My tongue goes insane flicking it back and forth hard and fast as I sense your pending eruption. "OHHHH!! YES!! Soooo Good!!! FuuucccCCCCKKK!!!" You explode in a blaze of heat. Somewhere you hear yourself cry out a long and loud moan of pure pleasure. Your whole body tightens up violently, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you reach down with one hand and forcefully hold my head in place against your pulsing cunt. I continue to work my tongue on your clit as I now slide yet another finger into you and work your g-spot even more. Again you scream out your release as this makes you peak again. You know somewhere in your mind that you have boiled over and flooded out only because my tongue is no longer just on your clit, but everywhere as I attempt to catch all your wonderful juices as they flow out of your very wet cunt. Slowly your body starts to reform itself as I finally slide my fingers out of you. With glazed-over eyes you look down your body at my face trapped in between your thighs. A smile graces your lips as you release your muscles and give me a chance at some much needed air. My mouth and chin are still very much drenched with your juices, but it is the look in my eyes that makes you gasp with lust. Yes, the beast has truly been let loose now. You stretch as you feel your own primal urges respond. "I am so going to fuck the shit out of you." My voice is dark, wicked almost. You shiver in response and then cry out as I suddenly jump up from in between your legs. You barely have time to get your own legs under you as I reach down and once again grab you by the hair at the back of your head in a strong grip. You get your hands up onto my forearm to help stave off some of the pain you feel as I literally pull you to your feet. You shriek a little at the abruptness but your inner cat purrs in delight. Then I am spinning you in place as my other arm reaches around your middle and pulls you back into me tight. You groan deeply as you feel my very hard cock pressed hard against your ass. I finally let go of your hair but then my arm is down and across your upper chest, my hand quickly rushing up and grabbing you hard around the throat. "Hope you enjoyed that tongue bath my pet. Now it is my turn and I fully plan on making use of every one of your fuck holes. Master is home." You whimper in response as I pick you up simply by leaning back and taking your weight onto my chest. I then carry you finally the rest of the way into the bedroom and dump you onto our bed. You land sprawled out on your stomach with your head away from me, but once again I quickly bend over and grab you by your hair and pull you around. "On your back, slut." You shiver in response, but quickly and eagerly comply. With my hand still in your hair I pull you a bit more and position your head so that it is slightly hanging off the side of the bed. A thrill goes through you as you begin to anticipate what is about to happen next. I finally let go of your hair and you gaze up my body and into my eyes. Your soul responds to the darkness in my eyes. Your breathing is harsh and fast, your whole body flushed with the heat of the moment. I reach down with both hands and grab ahold of your nipples between my thumb and forefinger. You whimper low in your throat as I pinch them hard and then slowly begin to twist. Your whimper turns into a moan and then a cry as the pain flashes hard through your body. Of course this is just what I was waiting for as I quickly bury my cock in your now open mouth and effectively cut off your cry. You seal you lips around my hard cock as I finally ease up on your nipples. "Suck it, slut. You have had a year of no practice so I don't imagine you will do a good job at it, but Master will remind you quickly." You start to bob your head slowly up and down on my hard shaft, swirling your tongue around the head as it slides in and out of your mouth. You feel me lean my body forward a bit more, pushing more of my throbbing cock into your mouth. "Yes, that's it. You like sucking on my hard cock, don't you?" You nod your head in response as your tongue flicks back and forth just under the head of my dick. "I can't hear your head nodding. I asked you if you like sucking my hard cock, slut." With that I slap your left tit hard. You cry out around my hard cock. "Yes." You gasp as my cock slides out of your mouth. "Yes, What?!!" My gaze is hard, boring into your eyes with a deep intensity. You shiver as your mind finally succumbs. It has been so long. "Yes, Master. I love sucking your hard cock, Master." With that you once again try to latch your lips around my hard dick, but I pull away slightly so that your questing mouth misses it. "Because?" You whimper. "Because I'm a dirty little slut." Your voice is now very subdued and contrite. The forcefully repressed submissive in you slowly slinks its way back into your psyche, a long forgotten friend. This is yet another reason we are so compatible; my need to dominate, your need to be dominated. "Because you are MY dirty little slut. Now suck my balls." With that I quickly reach down and hold my hard dick up out of the way. Your mouth quickly opens back up as your tongue reaches out and swirls around my sensitive balls. You can almost sense how heavy with cum they are after so long. Your tongue glides over them, around and underneath, searching out that sensitive spot just behind them. You run your tongue over it slowly as you feel me shiver in response. Then you gently suck one of them into your mouth and bathe it with your tongue. You finally release it and open your mouth to move to the other, but suddenly I release my hard cock and shove it back into your open mouth. "Fuck, that feels so good. " My hands wrap themselves back around your throat as I begin to piston my cock in and out of your mouth. You moan around my pumping flesh as I begin to drive it deeper and deeper. My hands around your throat tighten as I finally bottom out with my cock lodged in your throat. I pause there as I savor the feeling of your throat wrapped around the head of my cock. You try to suppressing your gag muscles as much as possible, but with my hands around your throat it is almost impossible to do as it just makes the sensation that much more intense. Your eyes begin to tear up and you involuntarily reach up with your hands to push at my thighs. Homecoming I let go of your throat and slap your hands away as my cock pops out of your mouth. You gasp in a great lungful of air as your ability to breathe is restored. "Just what the fuck was that, my pet?" My voice holds that edge of punishment that quickly comes rushing back to you after months of being gone. "Did you just push me away? I'm gone for a whole year, and you push me away. What a selfish tramp you have become. " "I'm sorry, Master. My throat isn't used to having your hard cock in it anymore." You cough and suck in more air. "Well, now Master is going to have to punish you. On your knees, slut." You quickly comply as you roll over and spin around so that your ass is facing me. "Head down, ass up!" You drop your arms out to the sides allowing your head to rest on the bed. Your ass is now totally exposed, a fact which is quickly made apparent as I land a stinging slap onto your ass. You begin to cry out but it is cut short as another swat lands on the opposite ass check. Then again, and again. Your ass is quickly on fire as you begin to cry out loud with each punishing blow. My hand seems to land everywhere on your ass and upper thighs. You can actually feel your ass turning redder by the second. Still, with each stinging slap on your ass your cunt just seems to throb in response. You can actually feel your wetness starting to trickle down the inside of your thighs. Oh, how it hurts so good. Suddenly the spankings stop. "Spread your legs, my pet." You shiver but quickly comply. My hand is between your legs in a heartbeat. "Just as I thought, soaking wet." I land a swat onto your hot cunt. "Why are you so wet, slut?" Another swat. You moan now, your body loving the feeling of my hand smacking your overheated pussy. "Because it feels good, Master." Another swat lands and you groan long and low in your throat. "And if feels good why?" Again I land a solid slap onto your wet, throbbing cunt. "Because I'm a dirty slut who needs to be punished, Master." You cry out as I land an especially hard slap right on your clit, but then my hands are suddenly on your hips and you have only a moment's notice before my very hard cock plunges deep into your steaming cunt. You scream as your body immediately erupts into another strong orgasm. So full, so complete. Your body spasms hard as after just a quick pause I begin to rocket in and out of you, pounding your poor body for all it is worth. "Yes, fucking dirty slut likes it hard and fast, doesn't she?" My voice is gone completely animal now. It's rough and deep, nowhere near normal anymore. You can't respond, your ability to talk completely taken away as I drive into you over and over again. The only sounds you make now are comprised of moans and cries of pleasure. Your orgasms are hard and fast, much like the cock that is jackhammering into you. There is a slap on your ass, and then another, and another. Your body jerks and tightens with each blow, but it only fuels your cunt more. You are sobbing into the bed now as your body rockets from one orgasm to another, each one building the pressure in you higher and higher. This is not love. This is not even sex at this point. This is pure unbridled fucking. There is no sense of joy or happiness now, just the overwhelming urge to achieve that one pure moment of pleasure. That moment when your body completely dissolves into ecstasy and bliss, and that moment is building fast. I am panting hard now, the sweat dripping off my body as I continue to pound my hard cock into your dripping pussy with everything I have. I can feel my own orgasm building like a fire in my loins. I quickly reach down and wrap my hands in your hair, using it to pull you up so that I can get just that last little bit more thrust into you. You scream out not in pain, but like an animal that has found her prey as my cock buries itself just that much further inside of you. "FUCK YES!!!!" You scream out loudly. "FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! SoooOOOooo Good!!!" I pull back even harder on your hair and you just groan even louder in response. "YEEESSSS!!! Right there!!! HARDER!!!" And then you stop breathing as your body convulses. You cunt clamps down hard on my cock as all your muscles ripple over and over through your body. I continue to slam myself into you hard, but the pressure is just too much and after only a few more hard, deep strokes I too am pushed over the edge. You feel my cock expanded as it gets hard as steel trapped in your already super sensitive cunt. "FUCK!!! CUMMING!!!" You hear me shout out as rope after rope of hot cum explodes up inside you. This finally pops you over that last little edge as you scream out your own pleasure and you pussy explodes its own juices out and all over the bed. I finally let go of your hair as I quickly have to wrap my arms around your waist to keep us both from falling off the bed. Everything is like a raw nerve for several long moments as we crest that mighty peak of orgasmic bliss together. Finally, gasping for air, I let you go and fall over to the side. You shiver and whimper as my cock pops out of your hot cunt leaving you feeling empty. Your legs give out and you slump down onto the bed beside me. "Oh my God, I have missed that." You whisper into the comforter. "Well, you will never have to miss it again. I will be retiring soon; never again will I be forced to leave you behind." I roll onto my side and snuggle up to you, holding you tenderly. You quickly shift and push me down flat and lay your head on my chest. "I can feel your heartbeat." You whisper and then look up and gaze into my eyes. "I'm sure you can. That's the best sex we've had all year." We both laugh. Slowly our breathing returns to normal and sleep starts to creep up on me. Jet lag sucks. "I thought you said you were going to take all my holes tonight." Your voice is soft and I can tell I'm not the only one feeling the need for rest. "Tomorrow, baby. There is always tomorrow." Homecoming Karen pressed the button on the roof of her car triggering the garage door to open in front of her. She pulled her little silver Honda Civic into the overstuffed garage and pressed the button again to close it behind her. She opened the door and slipped a short leg out onto the concrete floor, her three inch heel hitting the floor before she expected it to and it sent a shiver of energy up her leg. She levered herself out of the car more smoothly now that she had a grip on where the ground was. When she was standing outside of her car, the garage was dimly lit, even though the sun had not yet set. The windows were mostly blocked by the long accumulation of junk from her family and grown kids. Even though she has had two kids, she was young when she had them and she is just over 40 and still sexy as hell. She had never been very tall and she was always built heavy, but years of exercise had toned some of her bulk into sleek muscle. Her husband Tom had always liked women that he didn't feel he would break and she had been perfect. She stripped off her light jacket and laid it on the seat she had just vacated. It was blue, black, and green, her favorite colors. The blue matched the color of her eyes perfectly. The matching tank top came off next, but it was more black than anything else. Her black bra followed after she fumbled a little with the clasps at her back. When she was topless, she stretched her arms to the ceiling and arched her back. The 40 minute drive home had been grueling. It felt great to be free of her clothes. She ran her hands along her silky pale skin and under her large breasts, soothing the irritation from being in professional clothes all day. After unbuttoning her pants, she pulled them off along with the red thong she had been wearing and dumped the lot of it onto the seat. She was left wearing only her strappy heels. She left the clothes on the seat of the car but grabbed the thong and headed for the door to the house, taking the keys with her. When she opened the door to the four bedroom home, the cool air made her nipples harden quickly. She hung her car keys on the hook just inside the door and looked around for Tom. She didn't see him, though she hadn't really expected to. The doors to the basement and the garage were side by side and she went directly to the door to the basement. She opened the door and looked down into the dim room. She couldn't see anything but she flipped on the light and carefully picked her way down the stairs. At the bottom, she surveyed the basement. It hadn't looked this way when she left for work. There were two beds there; a king and a queen side by side. They had matching comforters that were stripped off and lying on the floor. The dark blue sheets were silky. There was a dresser facing the beds and further down, a small sitting area with a TV. On top of the dresser were several items that hadn't been there earlier. She knew that Tom had picked out those items from the suitcase they kept. She looked at the items. There was a set of four restraints. She knew one would go on each of her wrists and ankles. They would attach to straps that ran underneath the bed. The next item she saw was a collar with a large D ring on it. She picked it up and immediately started strapping herself into it. She pulled her shoulder length blonde hair free of it and pulled the strap a little tighter. When she buckled it, the collar was slightly tighter than was comfortable and she could feel her pulse racing. Her pulse always raced when she had put a collar on, but it also made her clit swell. The nipple clamps were lying next to the collar and she understood the implication. She squeezed the clover clamp open and was able to slip it through the D ring. She let the cold metal chain hang from the D ring. She knew that when she attached them to her hard nipples, the collar would force it to pull. She would wait as long as she could. The last thing sitting out on the dresser was a remote controlled vibrator and anal plug. This was why she brought the thong with her. She thought she might need to put it on to keep something inside her. Without it, the plug would fall out too easily. She stuck one end of the vibrator in her mouth, leaving behind as much saliva as she could. She did the same to the other side and started by pressing the flared end into her ass. She moaned softly as it entered her, a little chill of pleasure flying up her spine. Then she inserted the other end into her dripping pussy. She wanted desperately to turn on the vibrator but it would only be turned on with the remote and it was certainly not sitting out on the dresser. She slipped the red thong over the vibrator and then began to strap herself into the wrist and ankle cuffs. When she was finished, she sat down on the smooth king sized bed. Waiting. She was antsy and horny and desperate for Tom to come down the stairs and join her. Her pulse was racing. She waited five minutes that felt like five hours when she heard the door open above her. She slipped off the bed in a fluid motion, coming down onto her knees as she did. She knew he preferred her to be on her knees. Then she pinched each nipple and attached the clamps to them. The more the chain was pulled on, the tighter the clamps got and she could feel them growing tighter as she pulled the chain to attach the second clamp. She tried not to make a sound but a small gasp escaped her lips anyway. Tom's lower half came into view and as she looked up at him, she felt the tug on her nipples. His thin legs carried his tall, broad shouldered form down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a T-shirt with a design on it she wasn't focused on. His feet were bare. Karen looked up at him and as he entered the room, she had to crane her neck to see his face. He had a small smile on his lips. "Very nice, slut," he said. Karen's face broke into a wide grin. "Thank you, Sir. I am glad you are pleased." "Of course I am," he said. "I'm about to enjoy some time with my obedient slut." "Yes, Sir," she said. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His boxers came down next and his cock stood at attention in front of him. He guided her head to his dick and pressed his cock into her throat. She gagged almost immediately and he pulled back, giving her a moment to breathe. He repeated the process several more times, fucking her throat until she gagged and then giving her time to recover. She felt more and more turned on every time. Her nipples ached but she knew it was nothing to how they would feel when they were taken off. He loved feeling her mouth on him but he knew that there was so much more he wanted to do with her. He pressed his cock deep into her throat one last time and when his cock touched the back of her throat, he pressed the on button for her vibrator on the remote he had hidden in his hand. She jumped but she was careful not to cause any issues for Tom. She moaned softly and he reveled in the feeling of the vibrations against his cock but soon she was gagging and he pulled back and gave her time to breathe. She choked in air and swallowed to get herself back under control and then looked up at him again. The pull on her nipples would have brought her to her knees had she not already been on them. "Stand," he directed and he tugged sharply on the chain attached to her nipples. She moaned loudly as she was pulled to her feet. When she stood in front of him, he leaned down and stuck his tongue out to flick her nipple with it. She gasped in response and he repeated the process on the other nipple. He pushed her on the stomach and the back of legs met the bed. She sat down heavily on the bed, the vibrator still pulsing in her pussy and ass. She both desperately wanted it to stop and desperately wanted it to continue. She couldn't decide which she wanted more. He clipped her wrists to the restraints so that she had no access to her hands. He left her legs free for the moment. She saw him glance at the clock. He didn't want her nipple clamps on too long and cause permanent damage. He decided to leave them on longer but he pulled the thong from her hips. He pressed the vibrator deeper in on both sides to ensure it stayed as long as possible. Then he clipped her legs to the same chain as her wrists. It caused her feet to be high above her head and her ass and pussy to be totally exposed to him. When he was done, he slipped off the bed and opened the bag of toys. He pulled some things out but from Karen's perspective, she couldn't see what he was removing from the bag. She knew when she felt the sharp sting of the riding crop against her inner thigh. Each smack on her sensitive skin caused her head to jerk and the clamps on her nipples to pull. The vibrations were deep in her pussy and ass. She wanted to cum, but she didn't have permission. He moved around to stand closer to her head. He smacked her thigh with the crop and pressed the release on the clamp on her closer nipple. She screamed with the stimulation and breathed heavily, knowing the same treatment was going to come on the other side. Moments later, it did. She was more prepared for it this time, but the fear of it coming made it worse and she screamed just as loud. "My, my, you're loud. Do I need to gag you, slut?" "No Sir," she said, "unless you want to." He chuckled. "I can do anything I want to." He emphasized the word I. "I'm curious about what you want." "I want to make you happy, Sir," she said and he smiled. "Good." He didn't gag her but he resumed smacking her thighs and pubic mound with the crop but she was quieter, her gasps coming out softly. He stopped abruptly and went back to the bag. He came back with the paddle. It was small and made of leather, but it packed a mighty punch. He smacked her thighs with it, her stomach, her pubic mound. She yelled out more with this but he intended her to. He stopped the vibrator. He set the remote and the paddle down and climbed up onto the bed. The vibrator was on the verge of coming out anyway and he pulled it from her body. As it pulled free, she gasped. She suddenly felt so empty. He didn't wait long to fill her. His cock slipped into her pussy, pressing into the soft folds of her, becoming coated with her sweet juices. He didn't stay in her pussy long. He pulled out and pressed his cock to her gaping ass hole. It was still tight, even with the plug freshly out of her ass. He pressed his cock all the way in and closed his eyes, breathing deeply as she got used to the fullness of him. "You feel amazing," he tells her. "Please, Sir, fuck me," she began to beg and he obliged. He pulled back and began to pound into her ass, pressing so deep and hard that the whole bed was rocking beneath them. She moaned and gasped beneath him and his breath came short, too. When he came, he filled her ass, letting her squeeze every drop she could from his dripping cock. His cock softened, slipping out of her tight ass and she clenched her ass tight to try to hang on to as much of his deposit as she could. Homecoming Thank you so much to Pete_L for editing and story suggestions for my first story. You're help is greatly appreciated! Mike stepped off the bus and took a look around. Not much changes in sleepy southern towns like this. The old diner and attached gas station across from the bus depot still had peeling paint, old men in rockers out front, and the same gaudy neon sign proclaiming, "The Best Southern Fried Chicken in the State." He looked up Main Street and saw the same Civil War memorial with General Robert E. Lee standing proud and tall with one hand on his saber. "Surprised that thing is still standing," he thought, shouldering his duffel bag and heading away from downtown. "I figured the council would have had it removed by now. Nearly every week there was some new wannabe rattlecan tag or other defacement." Every block or so he saw someone he recognized but no one seemed to recognize him. That's what happens though when you leave town to join the Air Force and don't come back for six years. He had changed. Riverview never would. He had grown three inches since leaving home at the age of eighteen. Now at six foot one and 215 pounds of hardened muscle, he hardly looked like the five ten 250 pound pudgy stoner he was when he left. Not only that but he walked with his shoulders back, head held straight ahead, and his arms swinging nine inches to the front and six to the back. Just like he had been trained. A far cry from the slumped posture, eyes on the ground, and shuffling gait of his younger years. He dreaded making it to his destination and took his time, hardly looking at the street signs as he passed, since he made this walk his whole childhood when Mom worked at the diner. "Mom," he thought, remembering the last time he had seen or even talked to her. He had written after graduating Basic Training, sending her a picture of himself in his dress blues so she wouldn't worry, but didn't include a return address. Six years ago to the day it was now. He left home and hopped on a bus to leave forever. But now, here he was. Walking home from the same bus depot he had used to leave home. "Funny how life is like that," he thought, automatically taking a shortcut through a fallow field. He passed through a small stand of trees on the edge of the field and looked over his boyhood neighborhood. Midway down the block was his boyhood home. It hadn't changed much either. The paint looked fresh, there were flowers growing in the beds on the edge of the front porch and what looked like a new addition in back, but everything else was the same. The same willow tree grew over the septic tank, the same oak tree towered over the backyard, complete with the old tree house he and his best friend had built as boys and even the same mailbox. "Why is Mama's maiden name on the mailbox now?" he thought, noticing the freshly applied sticker letters. He walked up the steps, hands now tightly clenched at his sides to keep them from shaking, and rang the doorbell. He heard the clicking of heels on the hardwood floors inside and his confusion grew. "Mom never wears heels. She is more of a jeans and tennis shoes kind of woman." The door opened and he barely recognized his own mother. Five foot five, ten with the towering heels, and maybe 125 pounds soaking wet, with platinum blonde hair. This woman looked nothing like the short, plain and somewhat frumpy woman he remembered. She was wearing a nearly skin tight pinstriped dress, black Louboutins, stockings, makeup, and glasses. "Ma-" he was able to choke out, before she threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Mike!" she cried, tears beginning to form in her eyes at the sight of her long lost son. "Wha- What are you doing here? I thought you were in the Air Force. And what happened to you?" she asked, "You've grown and lost your baby fat." "It wasn't baby fat Mama, it was just fat," he said, barely hugging her back. "My contract ended earlier this month and I was denied reenlistment. I didn't really know where else to go and they paid for me to get back here. I know I didn't leave on the best of terms and stayed out of contact, but I was hoping I could stay here for a bit, until I figure out my next move." "Of course, Son," she gushed, "you can stay as long as you need or want. Come in, come in." He followed her into the house, noting how great the old house looked with the completely redecorated interior. Now it looked like a picture from some upscale magazine with a brand new chandelier, modern furniture, and brightly painted walls. "Whew!" he whistled, "the house looks amazing Mama. When did you redecorate?" "We'll get to that in a moment, Son," she said, leading him down the hall. "First, I have something I need to tell you. Come sit with me in the kitchen. Oh, put your bag at the foot of the stairs for when you go up to your room," she added. He dropped his duffel as requested and followed her into the kitchen. "Oh wow! This must have been that new addition I saw out back," he said, looking over the massive kitchen. In the center was a huge island; complete with a butcher block counter on one side, a large soapstone sink on the other, and a high end countertop stove covered by a gleaming stainless steel hood. All the appliances had been replaced with stainless steel versions along with a new tile floor and all new black cabinets. "Jesus Mama! How did you and Dad afford all this?" "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," she said nervously, chewing on her bottom lip. "Dad and I got divorced about two years ago. Apparently he had an inheritance he was hiding from me, but my lawyer was able to prove he had it and get it awarded partly to me, along with alimony." "Figures. Piece of shit," Mike snarled. There wasn't much love between him and his father. He was the primary reason Mike left to begin with. His father, Charlie, was a tyrant of a parent. He pushed Mike harder than he ever had his older sister, Danielle, being harsh in punishment and infrequent in his praises. "Are you okay Mama?" he asked, pulling her to him for another hug. "Not at first," she said quietly, emotion making her voice quaver. "He left me, not the other way around. I shared some secrets and thoughts I had kept bottled up for a long time and he couldn't handle it. He screamed, called me all sorts of filthy and mean names, and stormed off. I was served with divorce paperwork a week later. But now that you are home, my son, I don't think I could be happier." She stepped back, wiping her eyes carefully to avoid smudging her makeup. "I'm sure you are tired, baby. Why don't you go hop in the shower and I'll whip you up a bite to eat. Being the only one here I don't get to use this beautiful kitchen as much as I'd like. You can nap afterwards." "Okay Mama," Mike replied. He headed back to the stairs and carried his duffel up to his old room. While the main floor of the house had changed, as well as his mom, his room was exactly as he remembered it, just cleaner. His old posters of various swimsuit models were still hanging, his old computer still sat on his desk and even his old clothes were still hanging in the closet. He shook his head as he stripped out of his clothes and headed to the linen closet for a towel. As he opened the closet, he didn't hear the soft gasp that came from the foot of the stairs. His mother was going to come up and put fresh sheets on his bed but stopped dead when she saw her son's naked body. What she hadn't told Mike was that the secrets and thoughts she had shared with his father were about him. She had grown up normally and had a good life with her parents and siblings. When she turned 18, she discovered her mother and father were sleeping with their adult children and wanted her to join them. She did, quite a few times, and enjoyed it immensely but stopped when she had met Charles and never told a soul. As her son had grown, she felt those same urges to do with him what she did with her parents but had suppressed them, leaving them as fantasies. She shared what had happened to her and the fantasies she had with Charles soon after Mike left, in the hopes of reigniting their stagnant love life, but he was disgusted by it all. As Mike turned from the closet, she barely contained a moan at the sight of his cock. Even soft it looked bigger than his father's and nearly as big as her father's. She felt her panties dampen as she imagined herself on her knees before him, worshipping his beautiful cock. She listened to him get in the shower and turn it on. She quickly ran into the downstairs bathroom and hiked up her skirt. She shoved her panties to one side and began to toy with her now very wet pussy, as she kept the mental image in her mind. She ran her fingers up and down her slit, shuddering each time she touched her clit. Suddenly she heard the shower snap off upstairs and quickly pulled her skirt back down. "Fuck that was a quick shower," she thought, stepping into the kitchen and assembling a sandwich for her son. "Oh well. When I go to the store later, at least I'll have something to fantasize about." Mike walked into the kitchen, toweling off his hair, with a towel around his waist and she couldn't help but look at his crotch. She felt her pussy drip down her leg, as she saw the top of his pubic hair above the towel. "Stop it Michelle," she thought to herself, "save it for later." She tore her gaze away from him and set his plate on the table. Mike noticed the flush on his mom's face and how she seemed to be looking at his crotch, but dismissed it as a misunderstanding. He sat down and began to tear into his sandwich. "This is delicious Mama," he said between bites. "Oh, I wanted to ask. Any plans for tonight? I'm pretty flush still from the last few months of my military pay. I could take you out for dinner." Michelle blushed, thinking of her plans to go to the adult bookstore in the next county over. "Well, I sorta did..." "Got a hot date Mama?" Mike asked, noticing her blush. "Oh... No... Nothing like that. I haven't seen a man since your father left," she replied. "Just some plans... But I can do them earlier rather than later so we can go to dinner." "Well that's not suspicious at all," Mike thought to himself before saying, "Okay Mama. You know anyone looking to sell a car? I'd like to start looking for a job sometime soon." "Oh you don't have to do that. I still have my old Accord and I bought myself a new Acura when I got the divorce settlement. I'll just sign it over to you. That's the least I can do since your father never let you get a car," she said, pulling the keys from her purse on the counter and tossing them to him. "You're amazing Mama," Mike said. "Thank you so much. I'm gonna go change. I think I can make it up to Nashville and get a few applications in before I come back to pick you up. That way you can go do your 'plans'." "Oh stop teasing me," she replied, blushing again. "A woman is allowed to have plans and not tell her son." "Plus, I'm horny as hell and could use the relief," she added silently, watching him finish his sandwich and load his plate in the dishwasher. "Fair enough," Mike said, climbing the stairs. He quickly threw on a pair of loose khakis and a polo from his duffel and headed back down stairs. Michelle was sitting in the living room, watching a soap opera as he walked in and kissed her cheek. "Thanks again Mama. I really appreciate you helping me out." "Of course Son," she said distractedly. "You're still my baby boy. I'd do anything for you." Mike went out to the garage and pulled out in the old Honda. He looked at the clock on the dash and thought, "Fuck it. I'd only get maybe an hour in Nashville if I went now. Maybe I'll tail mom and see what she was so embarrassed about." He drove out to the edge of town and pulled in to the local make-out spot for the teenagers, overlooking the main road out of town. "This will be perfect. If she leaves town at all, she'll have to take that and I can follow her," he surmised. He waited about 10 minutes before he saw a brand new Acura accelerating up the road. "Hmmm... Let's see where you are going Mama," he thought. He pulled out onto the road and kept his mother's car just within sight for the rest of the trip. He noticed they entered a new county as she pulled off the road and down a smaller street. He took the turn too and barely saw her pull into a small parking lot on the outskirts of another tiny southern town. He drove past, not wanting his mom to know he was following her, and looked at the building's sign. 'Dr. Jack's' was all it said, but the windows were completely blacked out, so he wasn't sure what it was. He turned around and pulled in to the lot, parking as far away from his mother's car as he could. He hopped out of the car and walked up to the door. 'All Patrons Must Have ID Ready Upon Entering', a sign taped to the door proclaimed. "Where would mom be going that needs an ID?" he thought, pulling his from his wallet and opening the door. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the interior, he was shocked. "A sex shop? She came to a sex shop?! How is that 'plans'?" he wondered. He showed his ID to the clerk. "Oh a military man huh?" said the cute girl behind the counter, recognizing the military ID. "Here. Take this. This is a card for the arcade booths in back. Least I can do for a service member." She grinned. "Not all I can do though," she added with a wink, looking him up and down. "Y'know, if you wanna swing by when I get off at nine?" "I might just do that," he said, winking back and taking the card before adding, "although you probably won't actually 'get off' till later." She blushed and he turned to survey the sales floor. Not spotting his mom looking at any merchandise, he walked back to the booths. He tried a couple doors and found all but one, between two others, unoccupied and unlocked. "No way," he thought. "There is no way my mom is in that booth." He entered an adjacent booth and listened intently at the shared wall. Dimly, he heard what seemed to be a female moan over the sound of the porn. "No fucking way!" he thought again, feeling his cock stiffen at the idea. Suddenly he heard his mom's voice saying, "Yay! A long delicious treat for me," from the other side of the wall. "What the fuck?" he whispered. He pressed his ear against the wall and heard slurping and moaning, the telltale signs of a woman enjoying a blow job. Mike exited his booth and tried the door to his mother's. Still locked. He tried the door on the other side. Now locked. Mike put two and two together and realized what was going on. "You've got be kidding me," he thought. "Her 'plans' were to come and suck guys off through a glory hole? I suppose that's why she said she's never 'seen' a man." He headed back out to the sales floor and continued flirting with the clerk. He kept an eye on the arcade though and saw a man leave the booth next to his mother's. After another minute or two, a different man headed inside the same booth. "Wonder when Mom started doing this," he thought. ---------- "God I wish this was Michael," Michelle thought, sucking her second cock of the day into her mouth, fingers dancing across her clit. She moaned around the stranger's cock in her mouth, imagining it was her son's as she bobbed up and down. This was fun and all, and it definitely got her off, but what she wouldn't give to have her son's cock in her mouth. She took her hand from between her legs and wrapped it around the cock sticking through the wall and began to stroke it, as she teased the head with the tip of her tongue. She licked all around the mushroom shaped head, coating it in her saliva, before slowly sinking down onto it. Her practiced throat easily opened up to let the man's cock completely inside her mouth. "Oh fuck," she heard, recognizing the voice as one of her regulars. She hummed, feeling his cock quiver at the vibrations her throat was giving it. She pulled back, letting the cock slip from her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and slapped the head against her outstretched tongue, moaning at each impact. She licked up one side and down the other, before slipping it back into her mouth. She sucked on the head, moving her hand up and down the saliva lubricated shaft. She removed her hand and placed back on her pussy, playing with her clit as she bobbed her head on the cock. She increased her suction and started moving faster and faster, fucking the cock with her mouth. She felt it pulse and stiffen, sinking all the way down, taking every inch she could into her throat. She heard the man moan as his cock began spurting his creamy seed directly into her throat. She pulled back a little and let the man's cock completely empty into her hot and willing mouth. She savored the taste, sucking every stray bit from the cock and squeezed the last bit from the tip before swallowing it all in one gulp. The cock receded into the hole and she checked her watch. "Plenty of time to see if anyone else comes," she thought, eyes going back to the porn on the screen and fingers going back to work on her pussy. ------ Mike watched the second man leave the booth and slipped away from the counter while the clerk was checking someone out. He strolled back to the arcade and peeked in the booth the two men had come from. "There is a glory hole," he thought, seeing the hole in the wall. He silently slipped in and took a quick look through it. There was his mother. Her lipstick was smeared across her face and she had her legs lewdly spread, the pinstriped skirt hiked up around her waist. He saw her furiously masturbating and quietly moaning. He couldn't read her lips well enough to see what she was saying so he stepped a little closer. "Oohhhh Mike..." his mother moaned. He stood up in shock, his elbow hitting the wall separating them. He heard her get to her knees in front of the hole. "What are you waiting for baby?" Michelle moaned through the hole. "Close that door and let me take care of you." Mike stood there, undecided. His hard cock wanted him to do as she said and his brain wanted him to run as fast as he could. "Don't worry sweetie," he heard his mom say, "I don't know who you are and you don't know who I am. Just slip that hard cock through here, let me suck a nice creamy load from your balls, and you can leave. No harm. No foul." "Fuck it," he thought, closing the door and unzipping his pants. "Oh goodie," his mother moaned, as she heard the door close and his pants unzip. He pulled his hard, lengthy, thick cock from his pants, and tentatively slipped it through the hole. "Oh shit!" his mother moaned. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen. You're gonna get the deluxe package hon!" She started slowly bathing the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling it around the massive head and slowly sucking the tip. She stretched her mouth as wide as it would go, to get the head in her mouth, and began long, slow suction on the massive cock. She reached both hands up and wrapped them around his shaft, gently stroking him from the base to her lips. She started pushing her head deeper onto his cock, going slow to allow her mouth and jaw to get used to his girth. She got all but three inches in her mouth, before his head reached her throat. She tried to go deeper, but gagged, drooling all over. She pulled back and whispered through the hole, "It's been a long time since I've found a cock that can make me gag. I do hope you come back often." She licked up and down the shaft, never letting her hands leave the beautiful cock before her. She took the head back into her mouth and shoved her face forward, making Mike's cock hit the back of her throat again so she could gag. She felt the beginning of an orgasm building and started fucking her mouth onto his cock, gagging over and over. Homecoming She noticed the stranger beginning to thrust back and forth and slowed her head, letting the massive cock fuck her mouth. Mike felt her go still and went crazy, humping back and forth as hard as he could, his hips smacking the wall between them. Suddenly, his mother's throat couldn't seem to take the abuse anymore and opened up, allowing his whole length to slide into her mouth and throat. Michelle's scream was muffled by the huge cock in her throat, as she came all over the dirty floor of the booth, when she felt his cock finally enter her throat. She came back up for air real quick before attacking the amazing cock in front of her again. She continued to deep-throat him, moaning over and over, as mini orgasms racked her body with pleasure. Mike felt himself losing control and moaned, "Oh yeah you little fucking slut drink my cum." Michelle felt like she recognized the voice, but the thought fluttered away as she felt his cock swell in her mouth and begin shooting rope after rope of cum. She pulled back, amazed at how much cum this big cock could produce and gamely tried to swallow it all. She was mostly successful, but small streams slipped from her closed lips and ran down her chin, dripping onto her dress. When the cock finally stopped cumming, she realized it was still hard and licked up and down it. "Oh God baby that was amazing. You even made me cum," she panted through the hole. Mike was in a whole other world. He had never cum that hard or that much in his whole life. "Good slut," he moaned back, before pulling his cock back through the hole. He put his cock back in his pants and slowly walked from the booth and out to his car. He sat in the driver's seat, thinking about what he had just done. He looked back over at the door to the store and saw his mom exiting the building with her hair, makeup, and dress in disarray. He quickly started up the car and left the lot as quick as he could. Michelle watched the strangely familiar car leave the lot and sighed. "God, I do hope he comes back," she thought, feeling another surge of need course through her damp pussy. End of Part 1 Homecoming It had been a hard day and the big bloke was buggered. He could see the light in the house burning bright, beckoning him home. He was looking forward to being home. Turning into the driveway, he saw the front door opened as he pulled up. He climbed from his truck and walked towards his sanctuary, and as he entered his vision filled with his reason for living. There she was. His beautiful wife Annie. She moved towards him, with her arms open to receive him in a warm and loving embrace. They kissed like they had been apart for years though it had only been a few hours and he felt the worries of the world fall from his shoulders in her welcoming home. Smiling down on her perfect face, his hands dug into his pocket and produced a small package, gift wrapped with a delicate bow. Sure, it looked a little battered but she didn't notice that. She smiled and reached for it as he teased her by holding it just out of her reach. She giggled and swatted his face at his teasing and he allowed her to grab it. She tore the bow and wrapping off to expose a small gift box. She eagerly opened it and discovered a beautiful and delicate diamond necklace. She admired it with a gentle and pleased smile on her face. She handed it to him and turned, lifting her honey blonde hair from her neck. In doing so, she exposed her alabaster skin and swan like neck. His heart began to race faster and with his clumsy fingers he placed it around her neck and closed the clasp. She admired her new trinket again in the mirror and saw his head bend as his lips caressed her neck softly and his arms wrapped around her slim waist. She moved back against his hard body, the contrast of her softness caused parts of him to waken and stir, while his mouth nuzzled her neck. His hands crept so slowly toward her perfect breasts and began to caress them softly, slowly circling her nipples. He felt her wriggle closer and her hands reached up and mussed his hair, pulling his head forward as she turned her head and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Turning her towards him, his hard lips kissed hers with increasing passion. Her muffled voice murmuring, "You need a shower." He allowed her to lead him to the bathroom. She told him to strip as she turned on the shower and then turned to watch his hard muscled body. She ran her fingers over his chest and pushed him gently, guiding him into the shower cubicle. The steaming water stung but he soon became accustomed to its heat while it washed some of the tension from his body. As he soaped the dirt from his body, he felt the soft touch of flesh against his back. He turned to find her naked in the cubicle with him and he embraced her hungrily. His mounting passion became noticeable to her and she smiled a deep sultry smile of lusty intent as she grasped his manhood. He moaned in delight, and after a few minutes of sensual play, they turned the water off and dried each other. Stepping out of the shower, they kissed again with even more hunger and passion. Their need for each other hung heavily in the air. It was intoxicating. Whisking her off her feet, he carried her to their bed and dropped her softly on the duvet. He stood over her, admiring her nakedness, thinking how fortunate he was to have won this goddess as his life partner. With joy in his heart, he lowered himself to the bed beside her. He kissed her softly as his hands explored her pale flesh, spurned on by her soft responsive moans. She buried her nails into his flesh. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, his fingers teased her other nipple and she writhed in passion. Slowly his lips began to kiss their way across her ribs and stomach taking his time knowing her desire. He flicked his tongue into her belly button and circled it. In perfect timing, his hand slid lower and her legs parted allowing him access to her sweet sex. Gently, he slid his fingers along her lips, feeling them swell and unfold like a flower preparing for pollination in the early sunlight. His fingers softly caressed her pearl. Her breath caught and her hips began to rock. His teasing of her swollen button became more insistent. He slowly felt her moisten in anticipation of his upcoming touch. Forcing her open with two fingers, he delved deeply into her velvet pouch and was silently delighted as she rose to meet his touch. Suddenly she gasped as his tongue moved in to caress her clitoris, while his fingers moved slowly within her. Her hand grabbing his hair. She forced him closer and harder to her sweet, throbbing pussy. Her response and nectar was like ambrosia to his taste buds. His caresses and fingering began to increase in pace and force as she approached the heady mountain top. Her breath was ragged in her throat as she begged for release while he continued to increase her mounting tension moving her closer and closer to her goal. Her body stiffened and she moaned his name aloud as her petite morte reached its crescendo, unleashing a torrent of sweet nectar into his mouth. He greedily drank from her holy grail while her body collapse and convulsed in sweet climax. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately, attempting to regain her breath. They wrapped each other in a warm embrace and as she recovered her composure, they drifted into a light sleep. Waking up she watched him laying on the bed, the covers askew. His rampant member standing proud. It caused her to smile mischievously and her hand grasped his manhood tugging at him gently. He was so big and hard, pulsing in her hand. She softly opened the top drawer of her bedside cupboard, removing some sheer soft fabric scarves. Snuggling up close to his big muscular body, she wriggled and tossed till he threw his arm above his head to give her more room to snuggle close, not noticing the gentle feel of her scarf around his wrist. Annie had learnt how to tie knots on their yacht and she securely tied his hands above his head to the head board. Now his hands were secured, she quickly tied his feet to the baseboard and stood over him with a wicked grin as she poked him awake. Her pokes dragged him back to the real world, and as he stretched he found his body restrained. Instantly he was awake, eyes wide open and adrenalin shooting through his veins. His massive muscles tensed and strained at the restraints. She stood awestruck, as she heard the timbers strain and the sheer material ripping. This was getting out of hand. She called softly to him, "Easy big guy, it's just me. Now is my time to tease and please you." With a relaxing sigh, he stopped destroying their bed, and looked around to locate her, then once found he smiled and relaxed, deciding to enjoy the session to come. Once she realised he was safe, she sashayed around the bed in her flimsy negligee. His hungry eyes followed her every move. She stood there teasing him by dropping the shoulder or lifting the hem almost revealing, but not quite, her secret, sweet places to his gaze. Then reaching across the bed, she kissed his manhood, running her tongue up and down his hard shaft teasing him mercilessly and laughing at his feeble attempts to grab her. She strutted away through the door, out of his sight leaving him alone with his erection. He could hear her in the kitchen doing god knows what until 20 minutes pass and she waltzed in with a tray of delicious tiny pastries and sat on the bedside and slowly fed him, telling him with a cheeky grin, he will need his strength shortly. Throwing the empty tray to the floor, she stood and lifted the negligee over her head. It follows the direction of tray as she casually lets it slip from her fingers. Her magnificent body clad in a tiny g string. She crawled over to him and straddled his chest, placing her feet beside his head and her hands on his hips she slowly slides forward towards his face. Her sopping pussy filled his restricted vision, closer and closer it comes till it is mere millimetres from him. She commands him to pleasure her with his tongue and if he pleases her she will reward him. Eagerly his tongue darts forward, caressing her wet, hot pussy, teasing her clit from its warm haven. He watched her lips swell and open. She rocked her hips to give him deeper access and he began to slowly fuck her with his tongue, poking and twisting it inside her pleasure cave. He felt her juices run down his chin as her hips writhed in pleasure. In her passion she forced her wet pussy harder into his face, demanding more pleasure and satisfaction from her man. With a final shudder she threw herself backward in a climax that disabled her, shuddering and shaking in delight. She slowly came back to the present and looked at him with lust in her eyes. Her composure regained, she squatted over his erect weapon of pleasure and slowly lowered herself onto it. She could hear the breath catch in his throat as his hips rose to meet her, taking him deep within her. She began clenching her vaginal muscles, massaging along his buried depth. Soft moans of pleasure filled the air as their passion rose, arching his back he drove deeper into her pussy, filling her. She rocked her hips rapidly as her climax approached, crying his name softly as her climax washed through her body. Her vaginal muscles clenched in repeated spasms along the length of his swollen cock. Suddenly she heard the sound of material tearing. He had freed his hands. Reaching for his knife, he leaned down and slashed the restraints holding his feet and then with a wicked grin he flipped her on to her back on the bed. He towered over her, spreading her legs. He looked down at her face and allowed his gaze to caress her body from her proud breasts down her torso, lingering at her swollen pussy and slowly down her shapely legs. Slowly he lowered his body toward her. She lifted her legs to embrace his waist and pulled him down towards her. Reaching between their bodies, she grasped his rigid cock and positions it between her lips. Then he slid slowly into her wide open pussy. Deeper and deeper he entered her till her pussy was full of hard cock. Breathing deeply he remained stationary, just enjoying the closeness of her. In time, he slowly began to move, sliding out and back in. Feeling her tight cunt gripping his shaft as he moved inside her. His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss, bruising her soft lips with his passion. She bit his lower lip. Raising his body, he looked down on her flushed face and his eyes caressed her swollen nipples. They were standing like bullets inside her aureole. His head descended and took her nipple between his teeth, rasping gently as he tugged sharply. She moaned deep in her throat and pushed her pelvis up toward him her thighs clamped tightly to his hips. His eyes begging for release again as he slams his cock forcibly deep into her welcoming pussy, faster and faster his hips pump into her, forcing his penis deeper and deeper into her sopping pleasure cave. Feeling her approaching her climax, he hurried to cum with her, feeling her cum juices flood her pussy he allows his climax to explode inside her again and again flooding her pussy with his fluids mingling with hers and running down her arse and soaking the sheets. Dropping down beside her he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. He felt his cock slowly shrink inside her and her breasts crushed to his chest. They breathed the same air and whispered soft nothings to each other in the warm after-glow of their torrid sex. Homecoming Adventure I loaded my laptop my back pack and a small suitcase into the backseat of my crew cab Tundra and walked back into the house. My wife Jenny was busy packing a lunch for me into a Tupperware container and had pulled a couple of energy drinks for the road. I was getting ready for a two week road trip to help my mother settle my grandmother's estate in Sacramento, California. My grandmother had died almost a year ago, and the estate was finally being settled. Her house had been sold but there were family items that were saved for my mother, which were currently in storage. There were items of sentimental values and some family heirloom kind of things which was one of the reasons I was going. I have a truck and I am the only child of my parents. I also work as an insurance adjuster so I can do most of my work online and by cell phone, meaning I could take a two week trip and still stay gainfully employed. I'm 27 years old and Jenny and I have been married for a little over three years. Jenny works at the bank and we have not started a family yet so, it's just the two of us. So far, it's a good life. We bought a small starter home, in a middle class neighborhood soon after we got married and, until children come along; we will be very comfortable living there. But, since Jenny and I live in Indianapolis and my mother and father live just outside St Louis, I could see several days of driving ahead. I gave one last look around to see if I had forgotten anything and then hugged Jenny and gave her a kiss goodbye. "Wish I didn't have to go," I said honestly. "It's family. You really have no choice, and don't worry, I'll be fine. Call me every day though," she smiled. One last kiss and I headed out the door, climbed into my truck and backed out of the drive. I aimed the Tundra towards the interstate and settled in for the long drive. Four maybe five hours to my parent's home, most of it expressway, which is an efficient but a boring way to travel. This was the first time I had been separated from Jenny since we had gotten married, and if fact was a nice change. My truck has satellite radio so I was able to stay connected to the world, at least as far as the news was concerned. The miles actually passed more quickly than I had thought and before I thought it possible I saw the Gateway Arch rising from the horizon. I had spent the last few hours lost in thought about my father and mother, an unlikely couple at best. They were married when mom was 17 and I was born a year later. My father is 20 years older than her. No one ever said, but my mother's father died when she was just 15 and it made a terrible impact on her. My mother is barely five feet tall and does not weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. She always wore her light brown hair short and although she usually had a smile, she was not loud or boisterous, but more refined and genteel. My father, I always thought of as colorless and boring. An accountant for years, he had no interest in sports and never came to see me participate as a bench player in high school basket or in the track meets, where I was just average. He was maybe six foot tall and not thin but not fat, average would describe his appearance. We were never really close. I turned north to the neighborhood where my parents lived and soon was driving down a street I knew very well. Three bedroom brick homes that are the signature home of many middle class families are the standard of the neighborhood. As I pulled into the driveway, I noted that not much had changed since I was last here a year ago. Lack of change is good sometimes. I climbed out of the truck and stretched my cramped muscles as I walked to the door. It was unlocked as always, and I let myself in and walked towards the kitchen where I could hear someone humming a song. It was my mother, busily working at the counter, apparently fixing dinner. "Hello mother." She turned, and with a smile that lit up the room came towards me, hers arms outstretched. We hugged and laughed and smiled at each other the way family does when they have been separated for some time. "Roger," she called, "our son is here." I heard my father's voice from one of the bedrooms, "ok, I'll be right there." I put my arm around my mother's shoulders and she slid her arm around my waist and we walked into the living room. She laid her head against me as we walked. She was clearly glad to see me. My father emerged from the hall way and I was somewhat shocked at his appearance. At sixty seven he was beginning to show his age. His hair was mostly grey and he walked with a slight shuffle. He had never been athletic, but now he just looked old. "Good to see you," he said, "and thanks for doing this." "No problem, it gives me a chance for a break from my normal routine," I answered. "Any excuse for a road trip is welcome." My mother turned to return to the kitchen and over her shoulder said,"you two catch up while I finish dinner." With that she left us alone. There was not much to say. My father and I have virtually nothing in common, but he is still my father. We talked a little, mostly about nothing until dinner was ready when we went into the dining room where mother was finishing setting the table. Nothing fancy, there were baked potatoes, salad and a filet for each of us. A bottle of red wine sat on the table. It was pleasant and unhurried, and we ate and chatted about small things, the news, the weather, but nothing significant. After dinner, my mother and I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher while my father sat in the living room and watched the news channel on cable. Around nine, my father excused himself and headed for bed. "Got work to do tomorrow," he explained. I noticed he went into the room that had always been his office but doubled as a guest room, rather than the master bedroom. I looked at my mother and raised my eyebrows in an unspoken question. "He had prostate cancer over two years ago, and surgery was necessary. When he came home he was a restless sleeper so he moved into his office room so he wouldn't bother me, and has slept there ever since." She looked away. "It has not been easy." "I'm sorry to hear that." I didn't know what else to say so I added, "it's 850 miles to Denver where I thought we might stay tomorrow, so we need an early start. Let's get to bed, ok?" She nodded her head yes and we both got up. She went to the master bedroom and I went to my old room, which had changed very little since I was in college here. We had built what was essentially a small apartment in the basement, complete with a bathroom and a small kitchen. It even had an outside entrance which I had used as a student to keep from disturbing my parents when I came in very late. Someone, my mother I assumed, had put fresh sheets on the bed and it felt very much like I had never left. I undressed and jumped into the shower, finished quickly, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to bed. I like to sleep naked, without the constraints of pajamas or anything with elastic. I turned out the light and eased into bed, ready to slip into slumber when I heard a sound at the entrance to my room. In this room, there is a tiny light with a sensor that comes on when it gets dark, so if in the middle of the night nature calls, there is a safe path to the bathroom. By the dim light I could see my mother peering into the room. She was wearing a long white bathrobe and looked like she had just gotten out of the shower herself. "Mom?" "Yes," she answered, "are you still awake?" "Yes, anything wrong?" She padded quietly across the small room and sat down on the edge of the bed. I could smell the scent of soap and shampoo. "I just wanted to see if you needed anything." "No, I'm good, looking forward to getting on the road tomorrow." "Thank you for doing this, I appreciate it more than you can know." I put my arm around her waist and she turned so she could lie beside me, her head on my shoulder. I gently rubbed her back up to her neck, where I reached under her short air and gently massaged the back of her neck. "Do you mind if I snuggle with you for a little while, it's been so long since I have seen you?" "Of course not, I love having you here." With that she moved enough to get under the single blanket that I was using. She resumed her place with her head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest. I could feel her white terry cloth robe on my body. I turned my head and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sorry things are not going well for you, but we'll have a two week break to cheer you up." With that she buried her face in my neck and kissed me gently, while squeezing me across the chest in a warm hug. At the same time I felt her bare leg cross mine as she held me in a horizontal embrace. I could tell her robe had parted somewhat and I could feel the center of her chest pressing against me. I heard her give a contented little sigh. This comfortable closeness was beginning to have an effect on me. I felt the beginnings of an erection and surprisingly, I was not bothered by it at all. It all seemed pretty natural. She began to absentmindedly move the tips of her fingers in tiny circles on my chest. My erection continued to grow. Her hand was dangerously close to the tip of my now hardening cock. She seemed totally unaware of my condition. I shifted her body until her weight to rest on the top of my thigh. I slipped my hand under the edge of her robe and rubbed her bare back. I slid my hand down until I felt the curve of the top of her ass. She was not wearing panties, or anything else under the robe. I turned my head slightly and could barely make out the features of her face. Her eyes seemed to be closed and I thought I could detect a look of pure contentment. I heard her sigh. She raised her head slightly to look at me. "I've missed you so much. I know you have your own life now, but you were always my closest friend along with being my son. Thank you again for doing this." With that, she kissed me gently on the lips, and then hugged me tighter. I moved my other hand under the robe and slid it down so I now had an ass cheek in each hand. I flexed my arms and spread the robe even wider. She snuggled down on my chest and I could feel her breasts mashed against me. I pulled her tight against my leg. I could feel the heat and moisture from the junction of where her legs met. She suddenly pressed her lips against mine and kissed me with a passion I did not know existed in my mother. Her tongue was fighting with mine as my hands caressed her body. She suddenly sat straight up I watched as she struggled with her robe. Finally she shrugged it off and threw it on the floor. "That was just in the way." She said, and then fell forward on me again, her mouth searching for mine. I lifted her body and moved it to center it over me. She spread her legs and I lowered her against my body. I pulled her tight against me and I felt her pussy pressing onto the side of my cock. I began to move her back and forth, letting her pussy slide along my cock. She began to breathe heavily. My breathing was also becoming labored. "I know this is wrong but please don't stop." At this point, there was no way I could stop. She pushed her hand between our bodies and found what she wanted. She wrapped her hand around my cock and I felt electricity run through my body. She rose up and began to rub the head along her well lubricated slit. Then, without warning, she rose up further, guided my cock to her moist opening and then impaled herself on it. She bounced once, twice and then a third time, grunting each time. She was so tight; it was not until the third bounce that I knew I was all the way inside. She began to ride me furiously, softly moaning all the while. With one hand on the top of each of her thighs, I began to thrust upwards, hard. I moved my hands and began to twist and squeeze her nipples, then pulling her to me where I kissed her in another passionate display of pure sexuality. I knew I could not last much longer before I filled her with my semen, but it didn't matter because at that instant she mashed herself against me. "I'm cumming." It was nothing more than a whisper, but I heard her. "oh, awwwwwwg, yes." Then it was my turn. She squeezed her legs together and I felt one discharge after another of my sperm, filling her sweet pussy with my substance. With each spasm my entire body shuddered. I had never had an orgasm that powerful and long lasting as I did then. With my body trembling, I turned us both sideways, still inserted inside her. I kissed her softly, and she kissed me back. "Wow." Was all I could say. "Same here." "Stay here tonight." "I can't, but we will have two weeks to get acquainted again." I knew she was right. She moved until my still semi-hard cock withdrew from her. She then climbed across me, picked up her robe and put it back on and softly walked across the room. When she arrived at the door she turned, looked my way, blew me a kiss and then was gone, leaving me to my thoughts. I knew I should feel guilty, but I didn't, instead I felt a sense of excitement knowing that I was about to embark on an adventure, like nothing I had ever done before. With that, I turned over and drifted into slumber. Homecoming Adventure Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction. The individuals and events exist no where else but in my own perverted mind. * I was awake at first light and rolled out of bed and into the shower. The water was just what I needed to come awake and be ready to face a long day of driving. I had not brought my backpack in last night so after my shower so I put the same clothes on I had worn into the house. Not what I usually do, but I did not want to do the hassle of dressing, getting my backpack and then changing clothes. Mother was busy moving bags and suitcases from her room to the living room. I am always amazed at the volume of luggage a woman requires to travel. As the luggage appeared in the living room, I would transfer it outside into the back of my crew cab. When everything was loaded she asked, "Can we get juice and coffee on the way? It will save some time." "My thoughts exactly," I was anxious to get started. She went to the door where my father was sleeping and I heard her tell him we were leaving. We headed to the truck for the beginning of the journey, and ten minutes later we were at the convenience store where I filled the tank with gas, while she got bottled juice and two cups of coffee. In short order we were pulling onto the expressway headed west. She seemed somewhat anxious as we settled into our seats for the first leg of our trip. I noticed she kept staring out the window and avoided making eye contact. Clearly she was not at ease. Finally she turned to me and without looking me in the eye said, "About last night......" "Don't worry about last night. I am perfectly fine with what happened." "Are you sure?" "Positive." She breathed a sigh of relief and sat back, finally relaxed. Two people driving cross country tends to be a bonding experience, especially driving across the vast prairie states where the scenery is so very monotonous and unchanging. This is especially true of two people who know and trust each other. I learned a great deal this first day. My father had turned into something of a recluse. He had never been socially active, but now he spent most of his time in his room, working or napping. They had never developed a network of friends so now my mother was very lonesome and unsure how to go on. As the miles rolled on she began to talk more and more about my father. He had never been really sexual most of the time. Sex was once or twice a month, even in the early years of their marriage, and then it was only for a few minutes and only in the traditional missionary position. She believed she had missed out on so much intimacy, and felt she had been cheated on one of life's pleasures. I'm sure part of it was the age difference, but also the personality of my father. About noon we exited the expressway long enough for a bathroom stop, fill the gas tank and drive through an Arby's for sandwiches, and drinks which we ate while driving. The sun was beginning to set when we saw signs of the Denver suburbs. I glanced over at her and said, "I think we need to start looking for a place to stop." It was as much a question as a statement, but she nodded her head yes. Right on cue, the sign for a chain motel appeared on the horizon and said there was a motel at the next exit. I shortly exited the expressway and pulled into the parking lot of a very nice appearing, modern motel. It was a six story building and looked fairly new, so I steered the truck into the entry way. Mother said, "Wait here, I'll see if they have a vacancy." With that she slid out and disappeared into the lobby. It was only a few minutes until she returned, smiling broadly. "Got the last room, it's the deluxe one on the top floor. I started to leave when they told me the cost, so they let me have it for the regular rate. They even have a restaurant here, so we don't have to leave to find one." I parked the truck and we began the process of separating what we needed for the night from the other luggage and in just a few minutes we were on the elevator to the top floor. A short walk down the hall, and we were in our room, which turned out to exceed all expectations. It had huge windows which gave us a view of the mountains, a couch, chairs and a king sized bed. We settled in our room and I suggested a pizza in the room rather than going to the restaurant. I was tired and really wanted a shower. A full day's drive is no picnic, and I was ready to relax. "Pizza is fine. I'll order while you take a shower." She smiled at me. "You're on." I was only too ready to agree. I grabbed my shaving kit, a fresh pair of boxers and headed to the bathroom. I was in no hurry and the water felt so good I lingered before stepping out finishing up by shaving and brushing my teeth. I felt like a new man. Heading back into the room, I saw my mother with her feet propped up finishing a piece of pizza. "I didn't wait on you. I was hungry." She seemed apologetic. "Not a problem, that is exactly what you should have done. The shower is all yours now." I kicked back in just my boxer shorts with a towel around my neck and attacked the remaining pizza while she headed for the bathroom with her overnight case. She stopped at the bathroom door and looked back. "I was checking out the TV selections and see they have movies on demand here." "Most of the motels do, "I replied. "They have some adult movies here, you know, X-rated." She looked away for just a moment, clearly a little embarrassed. "I've never seen a movie rated X before." "You're not serious?" I replied. She gave a little nervous laugh. "I told you, your father was not very adventurous. Would you object to watching one tonight?" "Consider it on the evening agenda." She smiled and disappeared into the bathroom, while I returned my attention to another piece of pizza. At the same time, I used the TV remote to preview the pay for view selections. There were five adult movies, all X-rated, and pretty much the garden variety porn flick. One was entitled "MILF boy toys" which I thought would be a possible selection that would appeal to us both. I finished my meal and gathered up the pizza box and empty soda cans and moved them to the trash can, just as she came out of the bathroom door. She was wearing her white robe and her hair was still damp from the shower. The only light in the room came from the TV screen which cast enough light to see but was not bright enough for anyone to see into the room from outside. We were six stories up so probably not a concern anyway. I moved to the window and stood looking out at the country side. I could see the automobile headlights moving on the road below us. She came beside be and I instinctively put my arm around her shoulder. She put her arm around my waist and leaned her head against my shoulder. She looked up and said, "What are you looking at?" "I'm just looking at life passing by and wondering at all the stories out there. Happy people, sad people all going somewhere and here we are, another story." She smiled up at me and said, "Very philosophical, but have you thought about what I said about a movie?" "Yes, and I have picked one out. I hope you like it." She gave a nervous little laugh. "I have nothing to compare it to, so it will at least be an experience." I picked up the remote and clicked the start button. The movie's credits showed on the screen and we moved to the bed. I propped up the pillows against the headboard and we got comfortable. She moved next to me and laid her head on my shoulder, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on the screen. The movie itself was somewhat predictable. A middle aged neighbor has a young man in her house and commences to seduce him. Within minutes they were both naked and she was on her knees giving a blowjob. She was studying the action like there was going to be a test later, maybe there would be. "Why do they not have pubic hair?" she queried. "That's just the current style. I think the trend started in Europe." Now the actors began a series of position changes. There was missionary, doggy, and everything in between. I must admit I was feeling the effects of the movie, the smell of freshly showered hair and a warm body next to mine. I felt her hand doing small circles on my bare stomach, which contributed to the growing erection I was feeling. She was still fixated on the action on-screen but now she was gently, almost absent-mindedly rubbing the swelling in my boxers. Very gently she traced the outline in my shorts with occasional soft squeezes which had me starting to squirm. "I want to try that." She said as her eyes left the screen and looked up at me. "What?" "I want to do the oral thing. I've never done that before. Does your wife do that?" "Oh yes, There isn't much we have not done." She slipped her hand under the waistband of my shorts and stroked the head of my now, fully erect cock. She began to stroke it very slowly. "You will have to help me do it right. Tell me what to do and if I need to anything different. Raise your hips so I can slide your shorts off. " I did as I was told and she slid my shorts off and threw them on the floor. "Now what?" She looked up at me. "Get over between my legs and get comfortable. Take off your robe." She rose up and slipped her robe off and tossed it on the floor with my shorts. She was fully naked, and while I admit I am biased, I thought she was beautiful. Her small breasts were firm and I could see her nipples hard and pointed. She moved over and got on her knees between my legs and then, with my cock firmly in her grip, lowered her head and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth closing over my cock. "Am I doing this right? She looked up at me. "Move your hand and your mouth up and down at the same time. Use your tongue to tease around the helmet." She complied instantly. The sensation was electric and I began to squirm. It took all my self control not to finish then and there. Just as I was prepared to orgasm, I said "wait." She raised her head and with just a little alarm in her voice said, "What's wrong, did I do something wrong?" "Not at all, it's just time for another part of your lesson." With that, I flipped her over on her back and lowered my mouth to her nipple and began to suck and lick. She responded by softly moaning and holding the back of my head. I moved to the other side and after sucking the other side while rolling the other nipple between my thumb and finger began a slow trail down her body, kissing her each inch of the way. I slid between her parted legs and pushed them apart. I moved my hands up and, with my thumbs, pushed the lips of her pussy apart. I pressed my face into the gap and felt the warm wetness. I used my tongue to explore the crevice from top to bottom, thrusting the tip of my tongue into the warm darkness. My tongue found the hard button that was her clit and, using my tongue, I pressed it hard, over and over. "uhuhuhuhuhuh." Her moans filled the room, but I did not stop. I moved her legs around my neck and slid my hands under her ass to lift her slightly and give me better access. She was beginning have body spasms and I knew she was close. Suddenly she squeezed her thighs together and with a loud moan began to flail about, digging her heels into my back. She started to push my forehead away as the sensation and sensitivity became unbearable. I relaxed and gave pulled my mouth away, smiling inside to myself. She laid there gasping for air as I moved up her body. I took my cock and moved it up and down the slit that was her pussy. I was ready. I began to enter her body. Just finishing an orgasm, she was tight, very tight. I kept on, very slowly she opened and allowed me to enter. "Go slow baby, you feel so big." "Do you want me to stop?" "No." With that she moved her legs around mine and pulled me into her. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me until you cum." That worked for me and I began to thrust slowly at first and then faster. Her breath was becoming more labored and I had started to gasp for air myself. "Wait, do me from behind, please." I pulled out, stepped out of the bed and turned her over, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Get on your knees." Without hesitation she was on her knees with her ass at the edge of the bed, and I grabbed her hips and drove my cock into her in one motion. She moaned as I began to thrust deep and hard. The only sounds in the room were my gasping, her moans and the sound of flesh slamming against flesh. Without warning, her legs kicked straight back, one on either side of my body and her back arched up and her body began to twist in and out of control spasm as the orgasm took control of her body. She collapsed beneath me and I drove harder and harder into her body. I felt it coming then as her pussy squeezed around my cock. I began to pour stream after stream of semen into her body. It seemed to last forever until I was drained and eased forward onto her body, supporting myself on my forearms so I didn't mash her. It was several minutes before either of us spoke, both just attempting to regain a normal breathing pattern. "You okay?" I was first to speak. "Oh yes, except I think you flooded me." She gave a tiny laugh. I slipped out and she put her hand between her , holding in the creamy flow, and made her way to the bathroom, apparently walking on shaky legs. I crawled up on the bed, barely able to move. It had been quite a movie viewing. In just a few minutes she returned and slipped into bed beside me. She snuggled up against me, kissed me on the neck and said, "Did I do okay?" "You are incredible." "Mmmm good. I'm glad I did not disappoint you." "Not in the least, you are a good student." "Does that mean if we wake up in a few hours, I might get another lesson?" "During this trip, you can have anything I can provide." With that we both closed our eyes and let sleep overtake us. Homecoming Again I can see you through the binoculars as the boat turns toward the pier. You are wearing a blue cotton dress with buttons down the front. Just the sight of you sends waves of desire through my body. The time it take s to tie the boat up and grant liberty seems forever. Finally I make my was the pier and take you in my arms, our lips meet in an instant, and I kiss you long and deep as if my very life depended on this one kiss. You lean forward and whisper in my ear, "Take me home." I throw my bag in the back of the car and head out of the base as you snuggle up next to me and begin kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. As we drive through the streets of the city, you continue kissing my neck and you unbutton the top buttons of my shirt and rub your hands across my chest. Your fingers pinch and tease my nipples. I put my hand on your thigh and massage the soft cotton of your dress. "I like the new dress," I say. "You're going to like what's underneath it even better." "Really," I ask as I start unbuttoning your dress from the bottom. "I certainly like the nylons." You smile at me as my hand travels up your leg caressing the silky material. I soon understand why as I reach the top of the stockings and feel the thin garter holding it up. "You know I'm a sucker for garters and stockings." "Why do you think I'm wearing them?" I take advantage of a red light to glance over and see the lacy blue garter and panties peeking out from under the dress. "They look beautiful on you." "Thank you." The light turns green and we finally pull onto the highway. My hand strokes your thigh from your knee up past the tops of your stockings up to the edge of your lace panties and then slowly back down to your knee then back to your thigh. After a few minutes, you whisper in my ear, "touch me" and guide my hand between your legs. I massage you gently as you let out a soft moan. You reach down, unbutton your dress a little further, and then recline the seat back. I put the car on cruise control and slide my seat back, thanking god for light Saturday traffic. Your hand guides mine in slow circles over your lace-covered mound. I glance at you between dodging traffic; you are licking your lips and breathing heavily. I slide my hand inside your panties. You let out a whimper as I slip a finger inside you and massage your clitoris with my thumb. You reach down and slide the panties off, "better access" you say as you lay back. I continue sliding my finger in and out, as you moan softly. As your moans get louder you slide your hands up your body and sensually knead your breasts through your dress, I can see your hard nipple straining against the thin fabric as you moan, "more." I slide a second finger inside you and stroke faster. You put a hand on mine and set the pace as my fingers slide in and out of your soaking wet pussy. Faster then slower then faster, I feel you get tighter and wetter with each stroke until you gasp and your body tenses then relaxes. "Oh my god, that was incredible." You lay there as I keep gently massaging you as you catch your breath. You bring your seat up and snuggle up against me. I feel your hot lips at my ear. "That was wonderful, thank you. Are you still on cruise control?" "Yes" "Good leave it that way, now it's your turn." With that, you start nibbling my ear as you finish unbuttoning my shirt and move right on to my shorts. As you lick and tease my nipple, you unzip my shorts and fish out my hard penis. "You're awfully hard," you whisper in my ear. "I got that way watching you." "Well if it's my fault, I guess I should fix it." You put your head in my lap and take my turgid cock in your hand. "I missed this so much," you say as you rub the head across your lips and cheeks. Then in one swift motion, you take all of me into your mouth and slowly bob up and down, sucking the whole length of me. I reach down to fondle your breasts as you push my hand away and sit up. "I guess it's time for you to see the rest." You start unbuttoning your dress from the top as I try to divide my attention between you and the traffic. The traffic wins because by the time I look back over at you your dress is open. "Wow!" "I told you you'd like what was underneath better." The matching bra is really is a half bra, the cups barely cover the bottom half of your areola. They also push your breasts up so they are almost spilling over the lace edges of the cups. Instinctively I start stroking myself. "You don't need to do that," you say quietly, "that's my job." You take my hand and put it on your breast as you reach down to stroke me. Within seconds, I feel your lips kissing and sucking the head of my penis as your hand strokes the length of my shaft. "Sweetie, I can't last the hour it will take us to get home." You kiss your way up to my face, "Well there's a hotel right there you say pointing out the window, "let's get a room. "Are you serious?" "Absolutely," you say as you zip me back up and start rebuttoning your dress, "let's go." I get off the highway and head for the brand new Marriott. "This is crazy, we're going to spend all this money and not even spend the night." "Maybe we will stay the night" "What about…" "Sleepover and puppy hotel." "If I didn't know better, I'd think this was already planned out." You just look at me and smile. I pull into the driveway. "Pull right up to reception, they have valet parking." "You've got all the answers don't you?" We walk up to the front desk. "We have a reservation for the honeymoon suite." "Certainly Ms. Jones," the desk clerk says. "We've already put your luggage in the room and here are your keys. This one is to the room itself and this one is to the private elevator. Everything is set up for you; you should have complete privacy from the moment you step into the elevator. Enjoy your stay." We make our way to the elevator and slide the key in to open the doors. The elevator is exquisite. A brass rail all around the car accentuates deep stained mahogany panels about waist high. We step in and as the doors close, I spin you around and kiss you deeply. "So I guess this was a good idea," you say as you reach down to stroke me. "It's not as hard as it was in the car, but I can fix that." You turn around and lean forward to push the elevator stop button and push back, grinding your ass on my penis. My hands go to your hips and pull you toward me. You take my hands from your hips and put them on your breasts. I squeeze them as you rock back and forth, "oohh now that's better," you say as you reach down to undo my zipper. I unbutton you your dress as you pull down my shorts and boxers. I finally get the last button undone, peel your dress off your shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. I kiss your shoulders and back as your bare behind rubs against my hard penis. Without warning, you part your legs slightly, tilt your hips up and take me inside you. The feeling is incredible as the warmth and wetness surrounds my cock. You bend over, grab the brass rail and pull forward then push back. I see you look over your shoulder at smile at me, "I guess you like this?" I can only mutter "yes" as waves of pleasure course through my body. My hands go to your hips as you lean back into me and grind in slow circles. I start thrusting in and out, faster and faster as you grind harder and harder. Your hand slips down between my legs as I pump in and out. You fondle my balls as you tell me "come on baby, come on, I want to feel you come inside me." Your words drive me over the edge; I thrust hard one last time pulling your hips toward me and explode inside you, my penis pulsating inside you as I scream your name. You lean forward to start the elevator again. Then turn to face me and kiss me long and deep. The door opens to our hotel room. You take me by the hand and say "lets go, I've got lots of time to make up for," as you lead me into our room. I gather up our clothes as you pull me into the hotel room. "This is incredible," I say taking in the view. Half the room is floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city skyline. A king size canopy bed sits on one side a big screen TV and plush couches on the other. You take one of the robes laid out for us and hand it to me. "Here, put yours on. I'm all sticky and sweaty; I'm hopping in the shower." "What am I supposed to do?" "Watch TV, relax. I think there's a mini bar. Don't worry; I'll be out in a little bit." I put the robe on, make a rum and coke, plop down on the couch and turn on the TV. The humming of the TV coupled with the patter of water from the shower and the strong dink lulls me to sleep. Your warm lips grazing over mine awaken me. "Well, hello sleepy head." "Hi," I say sleepily. "Time to get ready or we're going to be late for dinner." I look out the window to see the sun getting low in the sky. Warm rays of orange sunlight stream through the windows. As I shake myself out of my slumber, I realize you're dressed up for dinner. The first thing I notice is the deep crimson lipstick, the sparkling earrings and the heart pendant around your neck that draws my eyes to your cleavage. The low-cut crushed velvet dress accentuates your breasts. My hands reach out to touch you, but you back away. "We don't have time for that now. Go get ready." I trudge off to the bathroom. "You know I don't have anything that fancy to wear," I call from the bathroom. "You do now, it's hanging out here." I relish in the spacious shower letting the last 12 weeks wash away down the drain. You poke your head in, careful not to get wet, "we don't have all night you know." "Okay, I'll be out in a minute." "I put your clothes in here for you." I get out of the shower to find a brand new tuxedo. I dry off and put on the gray linen suit. As I tie the bowtie, I join you in the room. You're sitting on one of the barstools at the small bar. The slit on the side of your dress shows off your long legs and I can see a little bit of lace from the top of your stockings. I slide up next to you and start stroking your nyloned leg. You brush my hand away and stand up, "Heels tonight, huh?" I ask looking up. "Yes, they complete the outfit. Besides they aren't that high." You glance down at me slightly. "You clean up pretty good," you say teasingly before kissing me. Just then, the phone rings. "Hello." "Good evening Mr. Jones, the car is ready." "The car is ready," I say looking at you incredulously as you shrug your shoulders. "We'll be right down." I turn back after hanging up the phone and you're already on your way into the elevator. As I step in the door closes. I put my arm around your waist and pull you close to me. "Any more surprises?" You look right at me with a gleam in your eye and say, "Absolutely." Our lips meet in a deep soulful kiss; your arms encircle my neck, a hand on the back of my head pulling my lips to you. We unhurriedly flick the tips of our tongues together. My hands travel down the smooth material of your dress as I slide my hands over your tush and pull you toward me, my stiffening penis rubbing between your legs. You break off the kiss and whisper in my ear, "Slow down we have to have dinner." I lean down to nibble your neck, "but you're the only thing I'm hungry for. Let's go back upstairs." You half-heartedly push me away. "I promise the wait will be worth it." "Okay, I guess I could use some real food." The doors to the elevator open and the concierge is there to meet us. "Right this way please." He guides us out side to a waiting black limousine. The driver opens the door and you slide in with me right behind you. The interior is huge, with two seats facing each other and space for another one in between them. There is a small bar and fridge on one side and a stereo on the other. "Don't you need to tell him where we are going?" I ask. "No he knows where we're going," you say as you turn on the stereo. "Well I'm glad someone does." "I bet I can make it so you don't care where we go," you say as you take my face in your hands and brush your lips against mine. Your tongue traces my lips until I open them. You put your tongue deep in my mouth, intertwining it with mine. I let out a soft moan as your hand reaches down to rub my swelling penis through the thin material of my pants. "You're right," I say as the limo pulls onto the highway, "take me wherever you want." "I will," you say as you spread my legs and kneel between them. You lean forward and kiss me passionately as your hand continues to stroke me. We both breathe harder and harder as we kiss. I pull away and begin kissing and nibbling your neck then run my tongue down your cleavage. "God" you moan, "That makes me so horny." "That's the idea." "Well I guess its time to do you one better then," you say opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of champagne. You hand it to me. "Open it and pour us some glasses." "How is this doing me one better?" You lean to me and whisper in my ear, "Because while you're opening the bottle, I'll be sucking on your big hard cock." I sit there dumbfounded as you sink to the floor between my legs, undo my belt and pull my pants down. Your hands deftly massage my penis as you butterfly kiss its entire length. Your crimson lips gliding up and down mesmerize me. "Where's my bubbly?" you ask. As I start to peel the foil off the bottle, you take me in your mouth. Up and down you go on my penis, your hand massaging my shaft while you suck. I finally get the cork to pop and pour a glass that I promptly drain. "Hey where's mine?" I pour a glass and hand it to you. You dip your finger in the champagne then run it along the tip of my penis and lean down to lick the bubbly off the tip. You take a sip of the champagne and then hand it to me. "Hold this," you say sexily as your head goes back to my lap. I watch your crimson lips slide up and down my shaft as your head moves up and down in time with the music. My hands go to the back of your head as I start thrusting my hips, pushing my penis into the warm wetness of your mouth. You reach down to massage my balls as I thrust faster and you match my pace. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come in your mouth." You pull your lips off me, look into my eyes and say, "I know, I said I would do you one better." You then suck all of me into your mouth your bright red lips encircling the base of my cock. You slowly suck your way up to the tip then plunge back down to the root. Faster and faster you suck me until my cock twitches and pumps. You keep sucking me until I'm finished then pull my still hard cock out of your mouth. "Champagne." I hand you the glass that you quickly down and I pour you another. This one goes down quickly too. As I empty the bottle to pour you another glass you press the intercom, "Driver, we can go to dinner now." I hand you the glass and straighten myself out. You snuggle up next to me. I look deep in your eyes, "Amy that was incredible." You smile at me, "you can reciprocate later." "Deal, now will you tell me where we're going?" "We're going somewhere I can satisfy the other craving I've had for the past 86 days." The limo comes to a stop and the door opens. As I step out, I can't help but laugh. "Chinatown, huh." "Can you think of a better place to get Chinese food?" "No I guess not." You look at me and smile, "Don't worry. I'll be hungry for you again in thirty minutes."