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Lucy Ch. 01

By: sexy_anon



Lucy lived in a small house in a pretty well respected area of Leeds, England and she'd grown up in a very open environment. Her parents both openly walked around naked and so did her and her year older brother- John. By the time she was 18 she had started to get tingling feelings 'down there' but didn't know what they were and couldn't do anything about them, that was until she met Tina. Tina was a new girl from America at her school and Lucy, being the open, friendly person she was, soon became friends with her. Tina and Lucy looked facially quite different- Lucy had a short sleek, blond bob, whereas Tina had long dark brown wavy hair that looked just wild, and Lucy had gorgeous green feline eyes and thin but still feminine lips, whereas Tina had full rosy lips. But both of them had about the same figure- trim, toned, about five one, five two, with 34C breasts, Tina just had longer legs and Lucy was slightly more petite. Now Lucy, who had gone no further than kissing a boy was surprised by Tina's graphic details of what she did with her boyfriends, this had been going on for years now but she never grew tired of 'Tina's slutty adventures' as she liked to put it. This time they were in her room and it was nearing midnight and Tina was sleeping over.

"And then he went down on me- it was so sensual- he started off licking and kissing around my breasts and then he moved down and did the same to my inner thighs. Then he slowly moved up until he was right at my cunt and he started to blow on it, which just drove me wild. He then slowly parted my lips and licked around in circles until he got to my clit, that he started to suck and lick and oh, it made me come so hard, he nearly drowned." Tina said and cackled loudly as Lucy just stared at her, open mouthed and she still felt all tingly.

"So what happened then?"

"Well, after I came, I kinda sucked him for a bit, made him kind of hard and horny and then we fucked."

"You fucked?"

"Yeah- that was great too, it started off with him on top but he was just a bit too aggressive so I rolled over and did it my own way, now one thing I have to say that's amazing about Tommy boy is that he might not have the biggest or the fattest cock I've ever seen, but he sure can last long. I started riding him real hard, and I turned around too so my clit was grinding on his balls and I came real fast, but he still didn't come. He grunted a bit as I howled but he still didn't come, so as soon as I'd finished he pulled himself out and got me to go on my hands and knees and he took me doggy style, he was really pumping away hard and it felt so good I must have come at least three or four times before he let his load into me. G-d that felt so good I came again just through the feeling." She said and laughed again," Anyways, as you can imagine, by this time I was pretty tired and I woke up again with Tommy boy poking his cock at my arse, so I thought, he's been so good to me, I might as well let him have some fun, so I opened up my legs and he started to lube be up back there before slowly shoving it in and starting to pump away until he got more and more enthusiastic and at this time I'd fully woken up and was guiding his hand as he rubbed my clit and then I came, with my juices gushing over his dick, lubing me up even more as he pumped me harder and harder. He was still going for a bit when he got bored again so he pulled himself out of me picked me up, wedged me against a wall and started really pounding me, I mean really really hard and really really fast and was just screaming at him to hump me like a donkey and to go harder and harder and harder until I eventually came so hard I nearly passed out this time. Once I'd calmed down, Tommy pulled me off his bulging cock and shoved me down on my knees before he made me suck him off- now with everything else he lasts for ages but with blow jobs, no, it only takes a few minutes and he's ready to burst. This time I didn't really give him a blow job, he shoved my face at his cock and just made me face fuck him- it was really good and he came for so long, I couldn't swallow it all. Unfortunately a few seconds later his father came in with what I could see from where I was sitting as a sporting hard on and he went ape shit, he just screamed at me to get the fuck out and threw my clothes at me before physically throwing me out of the room- it seemed he had come home early from work."

"Oh my G-d." Lucy said, after awaking from the images she had spinning through her mind," Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I thought it was really funny actually but anyway, let me get to the juicy bit."

"That hasn't happened already?"

"No not yet, ok, so I got dressed and everything before I realised I'd left my purse so I knocked on the door and it hadn't been closed properly, it had been left open a bit so I decided to creep inside and get it, because I hadn't left it in the bedroom but when I went past it I heard noises coming from inside and I peeked through the door and what did I see- but Tommy being butt fucked by his dad- and he seemed to enjoy it, he was saying to him

"Is this what you did to her eh? Is it?" and then Tommy said,

"Oh G-d dad yes, I shoved by cock right up her nasty little ass." And then his dad reached round and started to jerk him off.

"So what happened then." his dad asked

"And then she came." he said

"How hard?" his dad said, picking up his pace 

"Really hard." Tommy relpied.

"This hard?" his dad said, and cupped Tommy's balls with his other hand and Tommy just came. For a few more seconds his dad was fucking Tommy some more until he pulled out.

"And then what did you make her do to you?" he asked.

"I made her suck me off." Tommy said and his dad sat down on the bed, made Tommy kneel in front of him and he started to suck him off. I just couldn't believe my eyes, here was a father and son having a relationship, it was incest- pure incest. It made me really horny, so I went home and fucked myself to an orgasm."

"You fucked yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah- I masturbated."

"Isn't that really bad for you?"

"Hell no- I say if it feels good do it."

"So what do you actually do, I mean what does it feel like?"

"Well, it feels great, I mean you gotta be kinda horny at first anyway."

"And what does horny feel like?"

"Horny- it feels like tingling down there."

"Tingling?"

"Yeah, and you tend to get kind of wet and your nipples go all hard."

"Oh my G-d."

"What?"

"Well, whenever you tell me your stories, I feel like I've wet myself and my nipples go really hard and sensitive."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"So don't you go and do anything about it?"

"Like what?"

"What do you mean, like what?- have you never masturbated?"

"I don't know how." Lucy said, rather shamefully.

"Well, what better time to start but now- strip." She said and started to take her clothes off so Lucy, not wanting to be left out followed suit, feeling perfectly fine. 

"Wow- you do get horny, G-d it must be hell, here, why don't I show you exactly what to do?" Tina said with an evil smile and went over to her. 

"So, you can start off by just lying back and relaxing, I'll take you through everything I do." She said softly and pushed Lucy so she was lying on her back with her knees bent and her legs open. 

"Ok, so its best that you start with your breasts, if you just softly circle the breast." She said and started to lightly trace her hand around Lucy's milky white breast," Until you get to the nipple when you just tweak it and pull it, now this is connected up with your pussy- or vagina- and it makes it start to leak buckets." She said and laughed again. Tina did the same to Lucy's other breast, each time sending shivers all over her body and it made her vagina start to throb. 

"Now, what you then do is kind of the same when you get to your legs, and you can just slowly trace your hand up and down your inner thighs, each time getting closer and closer to your dripping wet pussy." Tina did exactly as she said.

"Then you can open your lips for the grand prize- the clit, its your sensitive spot and just needs a little bit of rubbing." She said. Tina saw that Lucy was so wet, it was dripping and soaking- even around her clit," my, my, my, you are horny." She said and smiled, she started to circle around the clit and as she got nearer she could hear that Lucy's breathing got heavier until she hit the spot and Lucy let out a long deep moan.

"Oh my G-d that feels soooo good."

"Just wait until I get started." Tina said and grinned. She started to rub Lucy's clit with her thumb before she suddenly plunged two fingers into her steaming hole, this was just too much for Lucy as she came for the first time, coating Tina's hand in her juices and panting like a dog. About ten seconds later she started to recover- which was just enough time for her older brother John, who had been watching the whole thing, to run back to his room and jerk off.

Lucy Ch. 01-05



Chapter 1

Lucy

I was out shopping for an anniversary present for my eldest nephew and his wife, I knew they liked glassware but had visited several gift shops without seeing anything I thought they would particularly appreciate. In recent years I have become disappointed by department stores' lack of service, but as I'd had no luck anywhere else and it was getting late, I reluctantly decided to try one of the better ones.

As I had anticipated, there seemed to be nobody serving in the glassware section and I was left to browse around unassisted. To my surprise it wasn't long before I actually found exactly what I had in mind, a large, plain but elegantly shaped vase. Then went searching for someone to pack it and take my money.

She was in the far corner, sitting at a tiny desk, papers crowding off the edges, holding her head in her hands and, apparently, quietly weeping.

'Excuse me, are you all right?' I asked sympathetically, and at the sound of my voice her head jerked up and she turned to face me.

She was, quite simply, stunningly attractive, with a bone structure that ensured she would still be a beautiful women when she eventually reached old age. More obviously, her large blue eyes were set wide apart, her nose was small, slightly uptilted, and the fullness of her lips offset the fact that her mouth was perhaps actually a little too large. Framing all that was pale, honey-coloured hair that fell to, then rested gently on her shoulders.

She quickly tried to wipe the tears from her eyes but really only succeeded in smudging her mascara. 'Oh I'm sorry sir, I didn't realise there was a customer in the department. What can I do for you?' She said, pushing back the chair and standing up.

Her delicately proportioned facial features had led me to expect her body to be short, and her build slight. She was neither. And although the company's dress code required their staff's clothes to be black and modest nothing could have disguised her curvaceousness. Her fine wool jumper was stretched by what were obviously full, high-set breasts, and her short, straight skirt accentuated a slim waist, gently rounded hips and the length of her finely shaped legs.

Ignoring the images and thoughts that immediately flashed into my head I looked down into her still brimming eyes. 'Let's worry about you first, what's the matter?'

'Oh no sir, it's nothing!' she replied and I heard a note of near panic creeping into her voice as she added. 'Please let me help you.'

'In a minute, you can't be much help to anyone when you're like this. Just tell me what's the matter, if I can help, I will. Then we'll take care of what I want. OK?'

'It's just all this.' she answered, sweeping her hand over the mass of paper on the little desk-top, then explaining in a sudden rush of words. 'There's been a mistake made in some prices, the buyer has told me to sort it out. I only started here a week ago, I'm on a month's trial, nobody's showed me anything about invoices, and I know she'll make sure I don't get taken on if I don't fix this.'

'Why would she do that?'

'I just know she will.' Was all she answered, and I could tell from the expression on her face that it would be a waste of time to try to get her to elaborate.

'All right. Now explain what you can, I know a good bit about invoices. Then, while I have a look through this mess, you can go and find a box for the vase I want and wrap it up for me. How about that?'

Her relief and delight generated a smile that made my heart skip a beat. Then she explained that a pricing error had been discovered in a new range of goods, nobody seemed to understand what had happened but the girl was sure the buyer would make sure she got the blame.

Having got the extra details I needed to start a search I sent her off to pack and wrap my vase and started sorting through the mass of paper-work. Apart from internal memos and special orders there were delivery dockets and invoices all mixed up together, so I began by sorting those into two piles. Removing everything that was for stock other than the brand she had given me reduced the piles dramatically and I then started examining those in detail.

Once at that point it only took a minute or two to see what might have happened. There was a delivery docket for a range of items, but there were two invoices, one from what appeared to be an agent, another from the manufacturer, and the prices were dramatically different.

I had just finished when all the lights in the store dimmed for a moment or two, and as they returned to full brightness the girl reappeared, carrying a beautifully gift-wrapped parcel.

As she came closer I could tell from the puffy redness around her eyes that she had been crying again. That, plus the mournful expression on her face, told me she hadn't really expected me to have much success.

'You've wrapped that beautifully, thank you. Now put it down for a moment and let me show you something.' I said, then showed her the delivery docket and two invoices. 'I don't know what happened here, the buyer probably will, but I wouldn't mind betting that's where the problem started. Just look at the two different sets of prices.' I explained.

She took the papers from me, looked at them, then stared down to the order I had made of the mess that had been on the desk. There was a look of sheer disbelief on her face when she turned back to face me. 'You've managed all this in ten or fifteen minutes? I could kiss you!' she said excitedly

'It's not so difficult when you've been working with accounts most of your life. Don't get too carried away, I'm not saying this is the answer to the problem, only that it might be. But at least it should get the buyer off your back. Now, what happened to the lights?'

'Oh, that means the store's closing, customers have to start leaving now, and I'll have to tidy things up in the department. But I can't thank you enough.'

'You had better take my money before I go.' I said as I pulled out my wallet, then, without really thinking about what I was saying, added. 'I think you need to wind down a bit, why not have a quiet drink with me when you've finished here?'

'Oh, I don't think I.' she started to reply quite automatically, then paused, smiled, and said. 'That would be nice, thank you, I'd like that. But I'll be here for a bit, maybe twenty or thirty minutes.'

'I'm in no rush. But put those papers somewhere safe.'

'I'm taking them home with me, I can't wait to see her face when I show them to her tomorrow morning.'

Having introduced myself, found out her name and agreed where to meet I left her to finish what had to be done and with her final smile fixed in my head, and thoughts of what it might be like to be kissed by those cherry lips, I made my way out of the store.

The bar was pretty crowded and noisy but I found a vacant table by the window, ordered a small scotch, then sat, ostensibly watching the passing parade, in reality thinking about Lucy. Her face hung in the air ahead of me. Her eyes brimming with tears, tears that needed to be kissed away, and her lips, perhaps prepared to accept a different sort of kiss.

Then my mind did a jump, and conjured up the rest of her, the pronounced bulge of her breasts, the slim waist and those long, slender legs. I found myself wondering what sort of underwear she had on beneath the jumper and skirt, and then tried to imagine her without even that on, picture what she'd look like totally naked.

I suppose I had been there for ten or fifteen minutes before it hit me, maybe it was catching sight of my reflection in the glass, but whatever it was I suddenly realised what a fool I was being. I was more than old enough to be her father, to her I was just a customer who had helped her in a moment of crisis, yet I was having thoughts more appropriate for a twenty five year old stud.

Then I saw her hurrying through the crowd, she stood out from everyone else as though she was lit by a spotlight, and when she came into the bar at least half a dozen heads turned to watch her. I waved to catch her eye, she saw me and smiled, and again I felt my heart miss a beat.

Once I'd ordered drinks, as I really had no idea what to say to her, I asked her what had prompted her to work at the department store. I think I made some comment about, with her looks I would have expected her to be in modelling or something like that.

She said that she had tried a few of those sort of jobs but that as she was studying at university she needed something with more structured hours of work. I naturally asked her what course she was taking and when she told me our conversation took off. She was studying fine arts and design, and my two private passions are Art and Music.

As more people kept arriving the noise level in the bar continued to increase and it wasn't long before I was having real trouble hearing what Lucy was saying. As she had nearly finished her drink by then I tentatively suggested we find somewhere to eat, somewhere quieter, so we could continue to talk.

I thought I could virtually read what was going on in her mind. 'Do I really want to spend another hour talking to this old duffer. Much easier to just say I have a date, thank him for his help, and make a quick exit.'

But to my amazement and delight she didn't. She actually said. 'That's a really nice idea, I'd like that.'

She knew a small, inexpensive restaurant not too far away and although the menu and wine list were, to be polite, pretty basic, the food turned out to be well cooked and tasty. I quickly found out that she was from a country town, where her parents and two older brothers still lived. That after deferring her start for a couple of years because her family was worried about her living in the city alone, she had finally made the break and started at university two years previously.

There had been boy friends of course, one had been serious and they had lived together for nearly a year before she realised he wasn't someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. In turn she found out that I had my own business and that I had been divorced for several years after what had been a long but rather uneventful marriage.

As we ate and talked I found my eyes constantly drawn to her hands, they were just as eye-catching as the various other parts of her. Long, slenderly tapering fingers, the skin soft and white, the nails not too long but beautifully shaped and polished. 'Real artists' hands.' I thought. Then found myself admitting to the thoughts hands like that really prompted - what delights there would be from having those fingers wrapped around my cock.

Once we started talking about our likes and dislikes in the world of Art the time just flew, but although the conversation was pretty free flowing there were a couple of times when her silence made me look up from my plate and I found her watching me. Her look was odd, as though she was appraising, judging something, but when she saw me watching her she gave a nervous smile and continued either eating or what we had been talking about.

By the time we had finished our meal I felt I had known Lucy for ages and although her physical attractiveness was still having a very potent effect on certain parts of me, I also found myself liking the mind and personality behind the beautiful packaging.

We had ordered coffee, but unlike the rest of the meal it was awful, and we both agreed about that too. As we started to leave I asked if I could give her a lift home, which she accepted and we made our way to where my car was parked. Although to me it's just a good, rather comfortable way of travelling about I could see she was impressed by it, and was surprised to find that gave me a rather nice feeling

When we pulled up outside an unprepossessing block of flats there was an uncomfortable pause and for a few moments neither of us knew what to say, or do. It was Lucy who broke the silence.

'It's not much of a place, but I can make decent coffee, that is if you'd still like one?'

'I'd love a coffee Lucy, thank you.' I answered.

*

Chapter 2

Promised Kiss

Having made the coffee we sat and tried to continue the conversation from where we'd left off, but although the words flowed, they lacked something and I found the silences between them were getting longer. I had no idea what was going on inside Lucy's head but I was torn between wanting to stay there with her, and not wanting to be seen as a silly old fool who didn't know when it was time to leave.

The latter fear won out and after a particularly long pause I stood up and said I thought it was time I should be going.

For a brief moment there was a look of actual disappointment on her face, then that cleared, she stood and walked with me towards the door. When I stopped and turned to thank her for the coffee she said. 'I never did give you the kiss I promised you for helping me.' And pressed her lips against my cheek.

My reaction was completely spontaneous and quite without thought, one arm slipping around her waist, gently pulling her nearer, the other behind her head, turning it so my lips could find her mouth.

I was even more surprised by her reaction than I was by what I had done. She returned the kiss, returned it strongly, pressing herself closer. Then I felt the tip of her tongue tentatively slipping into my mouth and again without thinking, my hand slid down her back, cupped the curve of her bottom and pulled her tightly against myself. And as the kiss continued, her tongue probing deeper, I felt myself getting excited, my heart racing as blood began to pound through my body, and my cock immediately responding.

When we finally broke for air I didn't want to risk letting go of her, so continued holding her close, kissing her eyes, her ear, lightly tracing its whorls with my tongue, then tilting her head back a little so I could slowly work my way down the soft curve of her neck. As I kissed and gently sucked the tender flesh I slipped my hand under her jumper, then around her waist and up to her breasts. Even through her bra I could feel how full and firm they were and as I fondled and gently squeezed, I realised just how badly I wanted to see them, kiss them, feel the warm flesh directly beneath my fingers.

It was as though she had read my thoughts, her arms let go of me, I felt her reaching around behind herself, then suddenly the bra was loose, she had undone the catch for me. Hardly daring to believe my luck, I slipped my hand under it, cupped her breast and, as I lightly ran my thumb back and forth over the quickly stiffening nipple, felt my cock surge.

She must have felt the movement too because as she leaned back to make it easier for me to caress her, she pushed one hand down between us, her fingers squeezing as they closed around the still hardening length.

As the actions of her hand became more insistent it suddenly occurred to me that, though only a minute or so earlier it would have seemed unbelievable, sex with her might actually be a possibility. Until then that had seemed to be just a middle-aged man's fantasy and so I hadn't allowed myself to even think about anything more than a kiss, and just the thought of what might actually be in store was enough to make my heart race even faster, and send even more blood coursing into my cock.

I was so wound-up, yet so fearful I had misinterpreted her actions that when I spoke my voice came out as no more than a gruff, hesitant murmur. 'Your breasts are beautiful Lucy. I'd love to be able to see them, kiss them.' 

Her reply was brief and no more than a whisper, but the implication was so thrilling that I heard it loud and clear. 'I'd like that too.'

It took only a moment to pull her jumper up over her head, then to slip her bra right off, and I saw that her breasts were even more beautiful than I had imagined, although large they were so firm and set so high that she actually didn't need to wear a bra. In their centres, tipping the upward arcing curves, her dark cherry red nipples were already starting to stiffen, and I found myself licking my lips in anticipation.

Against one wall was a large, old-fashioned sofa and I backed her towards it, saying. 'Let's not rush this, sit down, I want to give you as much pleasure as you can stand.'

I guided her down, making sure she was sitting on the forward edge of the sofa, then knelt down in front of her. Cupping my hands I slipped one under each breast, feeling my cock's powerful reaction as I took their weight, then as before, grazing their tips with my thumbs. 'I'm sure you've been told this many, many times Lucy, but you really are stunningly beautiful.' I said.

She didn't give me a chance to say anything more, slipping her hand around behind my head she pulled it forward, pressing my face into the lush valley between her breasts. For a few moments the feel of her soft, silky skin and the lingering scent of her perfume made me feel quite dizzy, then her hold relaxed a little, I found I could move my head and I began to kiss and nuzzle her.

I became completely intoxicated by the thrills I got from caressing, kissing and sucking her breasts, and I've no idea how long I spent on them. I used every technique I knew, alternating feather-light licking and finger-tip stroking with occasional nibbles and squeezes, and heard Lucy's initial sighs of pleasure gradually turning to soft moans of more deeply felt excitement. Then, a little later, after a good deal more fondling, licking and nibbling, those changed to a lower, almost plaintive mewling sound.

By then, her nipples had become hard leathery spikes, her body squirming from the sensations she was experiencing, and I was about to try to move her so I could get one hand under her skirt, when quite suddenly she gave a sharp grunt. Her fingers, which had been running through my hair suddenly tightened, gripping me, then her body arched back and she gave a surprised, much shriller cry. 'Oh, yes! Yeeesss!'

Although amazed at the intensity of her response, once I realised that she was starting to actually climax, while my left hand continued caressing one breast, I took as much of the other as I could get into my mouth, and sucked hard.

Feeling Lucy's reaction made me realise just how aroused I was myself, until then I had been concentrating so intently on what I was doing for her I hadn't appreciated the strength of my own growing need. But once I had I wondered if I was going to be able to do anything about it.

My question was answered just a couple of minutes later, as I felt her coming down from her climax she pushed me away from herself, and for a split second I thought that was to be the end of things. Then my excitement went up several more notches when she said. 'I want you Jack. Please, I need you, inside me!'

Our first time was right there, on the sofa, still half dressed. We were both just too wound-up to wait even the few minutes it would have taken us to go to the bed-room and fully strip off. Recognising her urgency was as great as my own I simply unzipped my trousers and pushed them and my briefs down below my knees. Lucy hiked up her skirt and ripped off her panties and pantyhose, then spread her legs and pulled me down onto herself.

It was all far too quick. I remember the blissful feeling I got as I slid my cock straight into her already well lubricated pussy. Remember the surprise I got once I was inside her and felt it tightening around the length of me. Remember her fingers digging into my buttocks as she urged me deeper. But then everything becomes just a blur, a red, hazy blur of mutual need.

I was so overwhelmed by what I was feeling that I didn't know whether or not she climaxed again, but I know that although I came much earlier than I would have liked, it was far more powerfully than I had for a long, long time.




Lucy Ch. 01-05



But I clearly remember what happened next. Perhaps there was a sense of guilt about having been so quick, perhaps I simply wanted to show her how I felt about her gorgeous body. Whatever the motivation, when I'd pumped the last of my semen into her and gulped down a couple of lungfuls of air, I pulled out of her and pushed myself down between her legs.

Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her, and just then it looked like some sort of luscious, over-ripe tropical fruit, its outer lips swollen, a dark glistening pink. Above them, nestling amongst the surprisingly thick, honey coloured pubic hair, the ridge of her clitoris, its head still peeping out from beneath the hood.

Trickling from between the folds of her pussy-lips was a mix of her juices and my semen, and as I licked it up I heard her gasp at the unexpected touch. When I pressed my mouth against her and slipped the tip of my tongue inside I felt her body tense. 'Oh Jack, you can't do that, not now!' she cried.

But her body's responses made it clear that her protest was merely an instinctive reaction to something completely unexpected. When I didn't move away she arched herself, jamming her clit against my upper lip, then began to buck her pelvis up and down. I pushed my hand under her bottom and lifted her higher, then clamped my lips to her pussy, my tongue probing inside her as I sucked and swallowed more of the accumulated juices.

I'd known from the erectness of her clitoris that she was still aroused, but as she'd already climaxed at least once and quite probably twice, I had expected it would take her longer than it did to reach another. But maybe her body was still super sensitive, or she got excited by merely the fact that I was giving her oral sex immediately after having filled her pussy with semen. Whichever or whatever it was, as soon as I began to swirl my tongue around her clit she started to shake and quiver, and when I felt the strength of her reactions I locked two fingers together and slid them inside her.

In spite of the amount of fluid I'd already sucked out of it her pussy was still incredibly slick, but as I began to push them in and out I felt it tightening, trying to grip them. The sensations I'd experienced when it had done that to my cock were still fresh in my mind and I felt it twitching and starting to re-engorge as I began to lick and thrust more vigorously.

Although the memory of those sensations was exciting what really got me going was the pungent aroma coming from her. Of course like all of us, her body had a distinctive smell made up of natural odours and the perfume she wore, but over-riding that was the scent coming from her sex, which I found intensely arousing. I'd noticed it when I first put my head between her legs, but with my system already overloaded with so much excitement I hadn't paid it any special attention. But each time I took a breath I felt my nostrils tingling as something about the aroma made the sensitive receptors react, and the more I inhaled, the more potent the effect. If I had been given a really powerful aphrodisiac I doubt that I, and especially my cock, could have responded more dramatically.

But just then my thoughts were interrupted by Lucy's even stronger reactions. The combination of what my fingers and tongue were doing were making her gasp and grunt and I could tell from the quickening rhythm of those sounds that she was approaching another orgasm. A few moments later she arched herself higher and gave a deep throated wail as she felt it building.

It was even stronger than her first, and her reactions were even more frantic, so much so that I had trouble holding her, having to grip her bottom as hard as I could with one hand while the fingers of the other continued thrusting, helping her through to the end of it.

When she was finally finished she collapsed back on to the sofa, her eyes closed, panting for breath, her body still trembling. I sat back on my haunches and took the opportunity to just look at her, letting my eyes drift slowly over her curves. As I'd told her, she was stunningly beautiful, and the way she looked just then, totally exposed and completely defenceless, sent fresh blood surging into my cock and if I had been ten or fifteen years younger I might not have been able to resist fucking her again right then. But something held me back, perhaps I was troubled by the thought of taking advantage of her obvious vulnerability. Or perhaps it was actually a more selfish reason, that I knew that by holding back, giving myself time to regain just that much more energy, I'd be much more capable of satisfying her, if she did want me again later.

'That was incredible! I didn't know I was even capable of responding the way I did. I've never climaxed from just having my breasts caressed, and then what you've just done to me, that was something I've never felt before either.' she said when she'd finally recovered.

'Surely you've had boy-friends go down on you?'

'Oh yes, but not like that, not then. Not when I'm.' she hesitated, her face reddening with embarrassment, then she added. 'I mean, not straight after.'

'You mean nobody's sucked you immediately after they've come inside you.'

Her blush crimsoned as she answered. 'Yes, that's what I meant.'

'But I bet they've expected you to let them come in your mouth.'

'Well all boys, men, want that.'

'So what's the difference?'

She gave me a smile as she thought about what I'd said, then I saw the blush begin to slowly fade. 'I suppose if you put it like that. Anyway, it was, I mean, you were wonderful Jack. I was wondering what you would be like in bed while we were eating dinner. I've often found myself thinking about what it might be like to be made love to by an older man. Now I know. It's brilliant!'

I was amazed to think that she'd been thinking about me in that way so quickly after us meeting, and wished I'd known that at the time, saving myself a lot of unnecessary worries. My thoughts were interrupted by her bending forward, putting her arms around me, and giving me a short, but passionate kiss. 'Now we'd better get a bit sorted out. Would you like a shower?'

'If you're going to have one.' I answered with a grin.

She gave a small laugh. 'Save water you mean. That's a good idea.'

I had forgotten I still had my trousers tangled around my knees and when I lost my balance as I tried to get up, she giggled. But that was cut short when she caught sight of my cock as I grabbed the arm of the sofa and pushed myself up.

'Oh Jack! I didn't realise. I'm sorry, I thought you'd finished.' she said hoarsely as she stared wide-eyed.

I looked down. The excitement I'd got from sucking her off, plus the powerful effect the scent of her sex, had combined to give me another erection, then looking at her lying there, beautiful, and so defenceless, had given it a further boost. So by then it was looking pretty impressive, and the fact that the entire length was still glossy from the coating of her pussy juice made it look even more so.

'I'm not going to leave you in that state.' she said, then just pushed me down on to the floor, knelt between my legs, and bent over me.

When I'd slid my cock into her pussy I had been too excited to fully appreciate the sensations being generated, but as she curled her long, slender fingers around the shaft, then slipped her lips over the head I was sure I could feel every single nerve end firing. The thrills sent fresh blood surging into my cock and as she felt the strength of my immediate response she gurgled and looked up, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Unlike many women I'd known it was obvious she was determined to give me as much intense pleasure as I'd given her and, even more importantly, both enjoyed doing it and, was in no rush to do so. Tightening her grip a little she pushed that hand down to the base of the shaft, giving it a few strong squeezes as she slipped the other up between my legs and cupped my balls. Then, using her lips, mouth and exquisite hands in slow but rhythmic combination, she set about giving me one of the most memorable blow jobs I've ever had.

What she was doing to me, and the unhurried way she was doing it sent increasingly powerful shock waves of delight coursing through me. After a time I couldn't distinguish which were being triggered by her insistently caressing fingers and which by her swirling tongue and bobbing, sucking lips and mouth.

Although the next period of time is just a hazy blur of increasingly intense pleasure I vividly recall that at some stage she stopped, and opening my eyes I saw her kneeling there, staring at my cock.

Looking down, even I had to admit that by then it made a pretty imposing sight, what she had done to me made it seem bigger and more potent than I'd seen it for some time. The shaft, the veins up along it distended and knotted, was rock-hard, rearing pole-like, quivering from its internal tension. And the head itself looked particularly impressive, massively bloated, a dark, angry plum colour, glistening from the mix of Lucy's saliva and the pre-cum that was oozing from the eye.

She only paused for a few seconds but I could tell from the expression on her face that something was going through her mind. Then the moment passed, she glanced up, gave me a tense smile when she saw me watching her, then bent forward again. As her lips slid down over the head she relaxed her throat, then pushed lower, taking it deep into the moist velvet of her mouth. I felt her fingers tighten, then, each keeping perfect time with the other and her mouth sucking hard, she began to slowly move her head and hand up and down again.

Again I felt myself drifting into a daze of absolute, and purely selfish pleasure. But although Lucy seemed determined to prolong it as long as possible for me, it was still all too short. When it happened there was virtually no warning, it was as though my body reached a point where it could simply no longer contain the pressure inside me. One moment I was still revelling in the ecstatic thrills she was giving me, the next, I felt the start of it, and the very next, I was erupting.

The suddenness and the sheer power of it took Lucy by surprise too. She was at the bottom of a down-swoop, so the first gout blasted straight down her throat, hitting the back of it so hard she gagged and had to pull her mouth up off my cock. In the couple of seconds it took her to swallow and catch her breath, it fired off two more explosive loads, splattering her face with thick, creamy semen.

But having recovered, she simply ignored the sticky mess, clamping her lips around the head and, with one hand pumping and the other squeezing my balls, sucked even harder than before, urging a succession of almost equally powerful blasts out of my convulsing body.

When she was finally satisfied that she'd completely drained me she let my cock slip from her lips and, nuzzling her face into my crotch, gave my body and wildly beating heart a little time to slow down again.

It took me a couple of minutes to settle down but then, having pulled us both up on to the sofa I took her in my arms and kissed her. In between several deep, still passionate kisses I said. 'That was absolutely the most spectacular one I've ever had Lucy. You're a gorgeous woman and a fantastic lover!' Then, when we finally broke apart I asked her. 'Earlier, in the middle of when you were doing it to me, you stopped for a few seconds. What were you thinking?'

Even after all that we had done for each other, she blushed as she remembered the moment. 'It was just one of those silly thoughts.' she said.

'Tell me, please.'

Her colour deepened and her voice became quite shaky as she answered. 'I was thinking, well I was wishing, wishing you had two.'

'Two what?'

'Two penises.'

'Two?'

'Mmm. I was thinking that if you had, and if we could somehow work it, well, while I was sucking you, I could have the other one inside me. I told you it was just a silly thing.' she added with a nervous laugh.

'But if you were that excited you could have stopped what you were doing, have simply moved forward and sat on me. I'd have loved that too you know.'

'Oh I know that, but that's not the point. I liked having you in my mouth, it was very exciting, but it's just that it was so exciting I wished you had another, for my pussy. Do you see?'

'I hadn't realised that doing it turned you on that much.'

'It hasn't before, but doing it for you did. I felt sure that just a single touch, in the right place of course, would have taken me over the top again!'

'I wish I'd known that, but I'll remember it for future occasions. There are going to be future occasions aren't there Lucy?'

'I certainly hope so Jack.'

Although her shower wasn't designed to take two people at the one time and we both used the forced proximity to grope and fondle each other, we somehow managed to get washed. Once dried I briefly considered seeing if staying the night was a possibility but immediately decided not to push Lucy's emotions along too quickly, and as I dressed I asked if I might ring her the following evening.

She gave me a truly lovely smile, leaned towards me and gave me a light kiss, then said. 'Jack, you can ring me any time you like.' 

*

Chapter 3

Two Cocks

On my way home I found I just couldn't get thoughts and images of her out of my head. It wasn't just her physical beauty, though that would have been more than enough for most men. Behind the pretty face and the beautiful body there was a fine, sensitive mind, and, almost more importantly than everything else, was her generosity in love-making. Then, in midst of recalling what we had done together, the intensity of the thrills she had given me, I suddenly recalled what she'd said about wishing I had two cocks.

She'd blushed, both that and the quaver in her voice showing her embarrassment when she'd answered my question about what she had been thinking. And as I recalled the wistful look on her face as she answered, I suddenly remembered a box, a box at the back of the garage.

A couple of years before my wife and I divorced, when we'd both first recognised there was something wrong with our marriage, we thought the problem was a sex thing. So, like many other couples, we'd gone through a period when we'd tried to revitalise that part of our life. While Mary restocked her underwear drawers, I bought a range of blue videos and various sex aids, amongst which was a larger than life-size dildo.

At first things seemed to improve, certainly the sex was initially somewhat better but neither of us felt really comfortable and we ended up feeling pretty foolish about the whole thing. I was frankly too embarrassed to risk putting the stuff out with the garbage, so I'd simply put it all in a box and stuck that at the back of the garage.

Like most people I used the garage as a repository for things that I either thought might come in handy at some time, or for which there was no room anywhere else. So it took a while to find the particular box, but eventually I did and then carried it inside the house. It had been several years since I'd packed it but when I stripped off the tape, opened the lid and took out the things inside it felt as though only a few days had passed.

There were the videos, perhaps a dozen or more, a couple of vibrators, several odd looking gadgets, and, still in it's original packaging, the dildo. Mary had been quite prepared to try various things I'd thought of, we had a few hectic evenings after watching a video and the vibrators had been a real hit, but she had flatly refused to have anything to do with the dildo. The picture on the outside of the carton had been quite enough. 'I'm not having you try to stuff that thing up inside me, so just forget it!' She'd exclaimed vehemently.

Looking at the graphic illustration I had to admit the thing looked daunting and I thought Lucy's reaction would be the same, but when I opened it and pulled the dildo out I found the reality was actually far less threatening. It was made of some sort of flesh coloured latex, moulded to the shape of an erect penis, although the bulging head and heavily veined shaft were somewhat exaggerated. It had the sort of flexibility the real thing has when fully engorged and although it was certainly longer than any but the most monstrous of cocks, its mass was only slightly larger than a good sized one would be. As the extra length was needed so that someone could hold it I couldn't see any but the tiniest of women having any trouble in taking it physically.

A female's reaction would depend much more on her attitude to having a foreign object inserted into her body. And that would depend on how and when she was introduced to it, I thought.

I was desperately anxious to prove to the gorgeous young girl I had chanced upon that an older man could be just as creative and adventurous a lover as any other, so decided there and then that if I was given the chance, I would try to fulfil her fantasy. The best idea seemed to be to wait until she was in my bed, and was as excited as she'd been earlier that evening, that was assuming of course that when she woke the following morning she would still be feeling the same way about seeing me again.

Having thrown the carton in the rubbish I gave the dildo a thorough wash, put it in a plastic bag and placed it in the bottom drawer of my bedside cabinet. The box and the rest of its contents I pushed into the back corner of my wardrobe, then went to bed.

I slept deeply and when I woke the following morning I was full of energy and felt as though ten or fifteen years had been stripped away.

Over the years I have arranged my business so that so long as I employ good people things tend to run smoothly without me being there all the time. So after a leisurely breakfast and a call at one of the city's better florists, I went into the office and having checked on a couple of outstanding matters and signed a few papers I left my staff to get on with their work.

Although I had asked that the flowers be delivered immediately I gave them a little more time by stopping for a coffee before heading for the store. When I went into the glassware section I could see no sign of Lucy, just a woman about my own age and after I'd told her I was just browsing she continued with what she had been doing before. A few minutes later the phone rang and when she went to answer it, Lucy appeared from somewhere at the back of the department.

She saw the other woman had answered the phone and was about to return to where she had come from when she saw me. I felt my heart skip as our eyes met and she gave me a brief smile, then her brow furrowed and she turned to see what her supervisor was doing. When she saw that the woman had sat down, pulled a file from a shelf and appeared to be totally engrossed in something, Lucy indicated I should go to the far side of the section where there were several tall display units which shielded us from her supervisor's view.

'The flowers are wonderful, but you shouldn't have sent them here.'

'Well the florist couldn't just leave them on your door-step could they. But anyway, how did things go with your supervisor?'

'Oh terrific! You were quite right, it was just the way you said it was. She's been so much nicer to me since I showed her those two different prices. Now I owe you another kiss.' she added coyly.

'Can I wait until later to collect it? If you react the same way as you did after I kissed you last night, I think we might get into trouble if I do it now.'

Her cheeks coloured and her eyes misted as she replied. 'I don't want you to think I'm usually like that. I don't really know what happened, I've never reacted like that before.'

'I'm flattered Lucy, you can react exactly like that with me anytime you like. This evening for instance?'




Lucy Ch. 01-05



'Oh I'm sorry but I can't tonight, I go to classes two evenings a week. But tomorrow evening would be fine.'

'So what's your favourite kind of food?' I asked.

'Oh I really don't mind Jack, I like most things, but I suppose Thai food is one of my favourites.'

'Thai it is then, what time should I pick you up?'

Having agreed a time we heard her name being called. 'I must go.' she said anxiously.

I leaned forward and gave her the lightest of kisses. 'Mustn't smudge the make-up. I'll ring you this evening, what time do you usually get home?'

'A bit after nine o'clock.'

'Until then Lucy.'

I spent half the evening watching the clock, and the other half either remembering what we had done together or fantasising about what might be in store for us the following evening, and although the last half an hour seemed interminable as I didn't want to give Lucy the impression I was going to take over her life I waited until nine thirty to make the call.

'I thought you had changed your mind about ringing.' she said when she heard my voice.

'Nothing would have stopped me Lucy, I just wanted to give you time to get home and do whatever you have to do.'

'Well I have put the flowers in water, and they look absolutely lovely. Thank you again.'

'They're not as lovely as you are Lucy. But I'm glad you like them. How was the class?'

'Pretty boring actually. But I spent a lot of it thinking about you, so the time passed quickly.'

I found that just the sound of her voice was getting to me, my earlier erection immediately returning, and when she said she'd been thinking about me I felt my heart miss a beat and my cock growing bigger.

'Thinking about me? Nice thoughts I hope.'

'Oh very nice Jack. But rather disturbing.'

'Disturbing? In what way?'

'You know. I was remembering last night, what you did for me.'

'You mean what we did for each other, you were wonderful.'

'I was a bit worried that you might have found me a bit, well, you know, a bit inexperienced.'

'Lucy, you're everything any man could want. Just the sound of your voice has turned me on.'

There was pause and when she answered there was a huskiness in her voice. 'You too?'

'You mean you're aroused?'

'I've been feeling that way all evening, I told you I've been thinking about you.'

'I've had half a dozen erections since I saw you this morning.'

'And you've got another one now?'

'Yes.' I replied as I felt it throbbing, straining against the front of my trousers.

'My panties are so wet they're sticking to me.' she replied in no more than a shy whisper after a few seconds pause.

'Why not take them off then.'

She paused before replying. 'If you take off your trousers.'

'OK, give me a minute.'

It only took me matter of seconds to strip my things off and when she came back on the line the nervous huskiness I had heard earlier was much more pronounced.

'I've never done this before.'

'Nor I Lucy. Whereabouts in the room are you? So I can picture you better.'

'On the sofa.'

'Ah, my favourite piece of furniture. I have very fond memories of the sofa.'

She gave a little giggle. 'There's a rather obvious stain on it now.'

'We'll have to do something about that. But not just now. What are you wearing?'

'Well nothing actually. And you?'

'Likewise, we obviously have a number of things in common.'

'It's funny, normally I'd never dream of walking around without clothes on, but even though you're only on the phone, not here with me, I don't feel at all uncomfortable. I just wish I knew what your room looked like, so I could picture you, the way you said you wanted to be able to picture me.'

'Well you must come over, we'll sort something out about that. If you were here you'd be sitting on a leather sofa, so you wouldn't have to worry about anything staining it.'

'Oh I like the feel of leather against my skin.'

'So, imagine you can feel it against you, against your back, your bottom, the backs of your legs.'

'Where are you Jack?'

'I'm kneeling in front of you, down between your legs, my hands slowly stroking them. Can you feel all that?'

'Yes I can!' she said in a low whisper.

'Now I'm using just my finger-tips, tracing patterns on your skin. Making circles along the tops of your thighs, slipping up and down between them. Each pattern is taking my fingers just a little closer to where you want them to be.'

As I spoke I recalled the image of her from the previous evening, the way she looked after we'd made love, lying back, her legs splayed, my eyes focusing on the juicy ripeness of her pussy. 'You're so incredibly beautiful Lucy, every single part of you. But right now I can't take my eyes off your pussy. It looks like some tropical flower, no, fruit, a luscious tropical fruit. I want to bury my face in it, breathe in its scent, kiss it, lick it, taste its juice.

But I know I must be patient, so first I'll plant little kisses on the inside of your thighs, thrilling at the scent of you, and the feel of the softness of your skin against my cheek. Kissing and licking every inch, slowly, ever so slowly working my way higher, gradually getting closer and closer to your pussy.'

'Oh Jack! Jack that's beautiful, with my eyes closed I can feel you doing it to me.' she whispered huskily.

'And I can feel you Lucy. Taste you, smell you. I want to caress every part of you, especially your beautiful breasts, but you'll have to do that for yourself, you've got me so excited, I'm having to touch myself, stroke my cock with my other hand.'

'That's something I really want to see one day, I mean watch you doing it to yourself, I want to learn how you like it done.'

'We'll do anything you want us to Lucy, that's a promise. Right now I'm wishing it was your hands doing it for me. You have the most exquisite hands Lucy, exquisite and, like the rest of you, very sexy.'

'My hands are sexy?'

'Oh yes. While we were eating last night, I couldn't stop staring at them, couldn't stop myself thinking what it would feel like to have those beautiful fingers stroking and caressing me, then eventually curling around my cock. But for now, wishing, and my own hand will have to do. And as I'm already very excited and don't want to go off before you do, I'm doing it slowly and very carefully, trying to ignore what I'm feeling by concentrating on what I'm doing to you. Now, as I'm kissing my way up your thighs I need you to open your legs a bit wider, so I can get right up to your pussy.'

'Is that better?' she asked.

'Yes, much better. Now, as my kisses move higher my hand is moving in a big, slow curve, brushing you with just the tips of my fingers, going up along one thigh, across your stomach, then back down the other. I'm doing that over and over again, my fingers just brushing through the edges of your pubic hair.'

Although she didn't say anything I could tell from the sounds coming through the telephone that her level of arousal was rising. Every now and then she'd give a soft little gasp as my description, coupled with what her own hands were doing, excited some particularly sensitive spot. And her reactions, plus the image I had of her, were getting me more excited too, my balls were starting to ache and my cock was throbbing strongly as my hand continued sliding up and down the shaft.

I remained silent for a couple of minutes, letting her enjoy what was going on in her head, then upped the pace by saying. 'Now I'm letting my hand rest on your stomach, then turning it and extending my fingers, now I'm raking them up and down through the hair, pushing them a little lower each time, until they're just brushing the hot wetness below.

The scent coming from your pussy is much stronger now, its more exciting than the most expensive perfume, utterly irresistible and it's drawing me to you. My tongue starts licking the beads of moisture from your pussy-lips, then slips down between their folds, licking, then pushing inside them, probing deeper.'

Even as I mentioned her pussy's distinctive scent it was as though the actual smell had been wafted through the telephone, it was unmistakable and unforgettable, and its affect was both immediate and powerful. I felt my cock surge and my hand automatically tighten its grip and quicken its stroke.

'Oh Lucy, the smell and the taste of you is driving me mad! I need to come, my cock is almost ready to burst, but I want you to climax with me. I want us to come together so I'm going to start licking your clit. I'll lick it lightly, but very fast. Come Lucy, please come with me!'

'Oh, oh shit!' she cried just a few seconds later. 'Oh Jack, I am, I'm coming. Let yourself go now.'

I imagined I was with her, holding her tight as her body bucked, feeling her grinding her pussy against my mouth, tasting the sudden rush of fluids. Then the phone line carried our gasping grunts of relief to each other as Lucy was gripped by the force of her pussy's contractions and my cock spurted, then pumped out successive jets of semen.

I remember that when I opened my eyes a minute or two later, and saw the splodges of semen on the carpet, the first thought that came into my mind was. 'Now I've got stains matching those on Lucy's sofa.'

'Lucy. Are you there Lucy?' I asked when I'd recovered my composure.

'Yes Jack, I'm here.' she replied in a soft little voice.

'Are you OK?'

'I'm feeling a bit bewildered, but I'm OK. You?'

'I'm the same. That was strong stuff. I really could smell you!'

'And I could feel your hands on me. It was a bit spooky.'

'But nice?'

'Oh yes, very nice. But I'm still feeling sexy, I wish you were here to fix that.' she added in the same shy voice I'd heard earlier.

'I can't do much about it now, but I'll try to make it up to you tomorrow evening.' I had a sudden thought and added. 'If you really want to see where I live, when we've had dinner why don't you come over here? I'll drive you to work the next morning.'

The line went silent for several very long seconds and I'm sure my heart came to a complete standstill until she replied. 'Oh I don't know, can I think about that Jack?'

'Of course Lucy, I quite understand. Anyway, I'll pick you up as we arranged.'

She was silent for another couple of seconds and I really wondered if she was having a change of heart. Then she replied. 'I'll look forward to seeing you then.'

After we'd hung up I sat there for a while, hardly daring to believe what had happened in such a short period of time. That I could be so incredibly lucky.

Then I shook myself, and having cleaned the mess off the carpet, I started thinking about the following evening, deciding which restaurant to take her to, then trying hard not to imagine what might actually follow.

*

Chapter 4

Thai Food

I called in at my office the next morning, spending a few hours doing things that needed to be done, and letting them know I would be out of reach until the following day. In the hope that Lucy might just agree to returning home with me I did some shopping, then filled in much of the afternoon by doing a few chores around the house, then put fresh sheets on the bed before showering and shaving.

I was so eager to see her again I felt like a kid anticipating some special treat, and, unable to curb my impatience, left the house far too early and so had to kill time by sitting in the car outside her block of flats for quite a while. On the dot of seven o'clock I was ringing her door-bell and a few seconds later, with the door closed behind us, had her in my arms.

After several feverish kisses she managed to break from my hold. 'Let's both wait a bit Jack.' she said as she pushed me away from her.

'I might not have another chance, unless you've decided to take up my offer?' I said in defence of my actions.

'Common sense is telling me not to, and it's not something I've ever imagined myself doing Jack, but... And anyway, I haven't eaten yet.' she added with an embarrassed grin.

'So, is that a yes or a no?' I asked hopefully.

'A yes I suppose.' she replied, sending my hopes and expectations sky-high.

Even as I was coping with the rising excitement I felt bubbling up inside me I had a thought, the restaurant I had booked at was in the city, but not far from where I lived there was another, equally good, and having asked if I could use her phone, quickly changed the reservation.

'This one is more convenient.' I explained, then sat down while she finished getting herself ready.

A little over half an hour later we were starting to enjoy a tasty meal and a good bottle of wine. Neither of us had said very much during the drive, I had asked her how her day had been and how her relations with her supervisor were progressing. She had said both were fine, then we'd fallen into an odd silence.

Thoughts and words had been bubbling up inside me, there were so many things I wanted to say to her. I wanted to tell her how many, many years it had been since I felt as I did. How beautiful she was. How exciting. How aroused I got each time I thought about her. How fantastic it was to make love with her.

But in case she didn't want to hear that, or feel quite the same way about me, I didn't have the courage to let them pour out.

Initially our conversation in the restaurant had been equally perfunctory, limited to questions as to preferred dishes, other types of food we each liked, restaurants we loved, or hated, that kind of thing. It wasn't until we were most of the way through the main course that Lucy suddenly put her knife and fork down, reached across the table and rested her hand on the back of mine.

'What's wrong Jack?'

'Nothing's wrong.' I replied automatically.

'There must be, you've hardly said a word.' she replied, her eyes locked on to mine.

I paused, I could see the look of concern on her face and the anxious look in her eye.

'I'm nervous about saying what I'm feeling.' I finally admitted.

'Nervous? What about?'

'About you, you're reaction I mean.' I replied, then the rest of words just tumbled out. 'Lucy, I haven't felt like this since I was a teen-ager, and that's a very, very long time ago now. I can't get you out of my thoughts and I want to make love to you so badly it hurts. It's all a bit overwhelming.'

Her fingers tightened, squeezing my hand. 'Oh thank heavens! I thought you were thinking the opposite, that you realised you'd made a mistake asking me out.' she replied excitedly, and I could see from the way her face lit up that she was experiencing exactly the same feeling of relief that I was.

Her eyes stared deep into mine for a few moments then, as she gripped my hand even harder, she added throatily. 'I think I've had enough to eat Jack.'

'Me too Lucy, let's get out of here.'

We were both in such a rush to leave we startled our waiter, but the money I thrust into his hand turned the worried expression on his face to one of beaming gratitude.

The atmosphere in the car during the short drive to my house was completely different to what it had been earlier. Lucy immediately snuggled close, her hand resting on my leg, then slowly gliding up into my crotch as she spoke.

'I had to do it again after I went to bed last night. I couldn't stop thinking about what we'd done. Couldn't get rid of the image of you doing it to yourself. Then remembering what you'd done to me the other evening. You're not the only one that's a bit overwhelmed by this Jack.' she said, then, as her fingers found the already stiffened length of my cock, added. 'You're a very attractive man, and what you do to me is absolutely fantastic!'

'Lucy, you inspire me. And I'd like to think you find what we do for each other is even half as exciting as I do.'

'OK, we won't argue about who is happier or more excited, we'll just enjoy feeling that way.' she replied, giving my cock a few gentle squeezes.

When we got to my place we managed to keep our hands off each other while I took her around some of the house and showed her where things were. Although she was obviously more than slightly overwhelmed at the size of the house the first thing she had insisted on being shown was the leather lounge suite, and for a moment I thought about suggesting we initiate it more thoroughly than I had been able to do on my own. But although she gave me a knowing grin as she ran her hands over the leather I could tell that right then she was more keen on seeing the rest of the place.

I was obvious she was impressed by what she saw and when we finally got to the kitchen she stood looking around and said. 'This room alone is bigger than my entire flat.'

'Yes it's a nice house, but it's been a very lonely house for a long time now. But, let's not talk about that, how about I bring you a glass of wine while you unpack your things, there's plenty of space in the dressing room.'

'That's a great idea, and I especially love that part, having a separate dressing room, and the bath-room beyond it absolute heaven. I could live in just those three rooms.'

'If you did you'd miss the view from the lounge room, and you said that was marvellous.'

'Oh that's right. I can't wait to see it in daylight, the city lights look fantastic but I bet the view of the water and the boats is even better.'

'There's plenty of time for it all, go and get your things sorted out while I open a bottle.'

She gave me a quick kiss then hurried off to do as I'd suggested.

Carrying the open bottle, glasses and a shallow bowl, I followed her up to the bed-room. On one side of the room there was a large bay-window and in addition to a comfortable window seat there was a table and two chairs where, in the early part of our marriage, Mary and I had often eaten our breakfast.

I put the bottle and glasses down and then, although by no means certain I'd actually use it, while she was busy unpacking her small case in the dressing room I took the opportunity to get the dildo out of the bedside cabinet. Squeezing a fair amount of lubricant into the bowl from the oversized tube I'd bought during the day, I rested the head in the sticky pool and pushed the bowl under my side of the bed.

Once it was out of sight I called out to her. 'I thought we'd have the wine up here. Do you need a hand in there Lucy?'

'No thanks Jack, I've unpacked, I won't be a minute, I'm just going to the bath-room.'

So we could enjoy the view of the night sky and the city lights while having the wine, I pulled back the curtains, turned on a bed-side light and turned off the others, then filled two glasses and sat and waited for her.

The situation had a dream-like quality to it. In the bath-room, taking a pee, was one of the most beautiful young women I'd ever seen. Across the other side of the room was my bed, a bed that had been a very lonely place for far too long. But soon the young woman would be in the bed, with me. It was all too fantastic, almost unbelievable. But not too unbelievable for at least one part of me, as I sat there, sipping the wine and thinking about the situation, I felt a growing ache in my groin, and my cock slowly growing and stiffening.

'Oh that's lovely!' she said when she came out of the dressing room and saw the view from the window. 'The view is even better from up here isn't it?'

'Yes it is pretty on a clear night. I've poured your wine, come and sit down.'

She joined me but before taking her glass she took my hand. 'I can't believe this is happening to me Jack.'

I smiled and said. 'That's exactly what I was thinking while I was waiting for you Lucy.'

'Really?'

'Yes really. I was wondering what I've done to deserve such good luck. But at the same time there's a little nagging worry in the back of my mind.'

'What about?'

'That I'll wake up and find I was dreaming it all.'

She leaned across and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 'Then we'll wake up from it together.'




Lucy Ch. 01-05



Reaching for my glass I lifted it and said. 'That's the toast then, here's to waking up together.'

She responded, took a mouthful, then put the glass down and stood up. Taking my hand and pulling me up, she said. 'If we're going to wake up together we have to go to sleep, but as there are other things I want to do before that I think we'd better not waste any more time. Don't you agree?'

In answer to her question I took her in my arms and kissed her. The way she eagerly reacted, pressing herself against me as her lips and tongue responded to my kiss, was unbelievably thrilling and when we broke for air I heard myself whispering her name over and over as I covered her face and neck with at least a dozen smaller ones.

Even as I was doing that I felt her fingers unbuttoning my shirt, tugging it up out of my trousers, then gliding up over my chest, tweaking my nipples, sliding back down over my stomach, forcing themselves under the waistband.

Unlike the first evening, this time I knew we were going to make love, and I wanted it to be completely different to the frenzied act we'd performed then. I wanted to make it as good and as memorable as I could for her. That meant taking our time, and that meant I'd have to control myself, and I couldn't do that if I let her continue doing what she was.

'There's no rush, let's take our time Lucy. Before we do anything else I want to kiss every single inch of you.' I said as I pushed her hands away from me and led her across the room.

'I want you to close your eyes and enjoy what I'm doing. Imagine it's being done to you by your sexiest fantasy man. Just relax, and enjoy.' I said as I began to unbutton her blouse.

Having undone all the buttons and slipped the blouse off I began to stroke and kiss her shoulders. Her skin was that gorgeous creamy colour that many blondes of Scandinavian descent are lucky enough to have. But it was not only beautiful to look at, it was the silkiest skin I'd ever touched, and as my finger-tips drifted over it they seemed to tingle from having contact with it.

Beneath the blouse she was wearing a lacy white bra, which I guessed she'd bought especially for the occasion. It was designed as attractive packaging for a girl like Lucy, a girl with breasts so firm they didn't need any help from a bra. The lace-work was so fine I could clearly see the dark outline of her aureoles through it and the small, purely decorative cups left the whole sweep of the inner curves of her breasts exposed. On Lucy the total effect was heart-stopping.

Remembering how her breasts seemed to be strongly connected to her arousal centre I trailed my fingers down from her shoulder and over those lush curves, and was pleased to see her nipples immediately become more pronounced. Turning my hand over I lightly brushed the back of it over them, watching each red bud stiffening as I repeated the move.

Once I had turned them into sharp little spikes I knelt, took off her shoes, unfastened and slipped her skirt down, then started stroking and kissing her legs. As I had anticipated, her panties matched the bra, barely covering the prominent bulge of her pubic mound, the shadowy triangle of hair clearly visible through the lacy fabric.

While my hands continued slowly running up and down her legs I looked up at her, she really was spectacularly beautiful and although I was doing my best to suppress my own reactions, the sight, feel and scent of her had already given me a full erection.

From the moment I'd started caressing her I'd felt faint shivering tremors running through her body, especially when I touched some particularly sensitive spot and as I ran my hands up and down the insides of her thighs I felt them getting stronger. So I finally reached up, and hooking my fingers into the waistband, pulled her panties slowly down. The mere sight of the thick mass of honey-blonde hair made my heart race, and then I felt it skip a beat or two when, as she lifted each foot so I could take her panties right off, I saw the pink slit nestling between her thighs.

She probably expected me to get up and remove her bra next, but I wanted the time to be particularly memorable for her, do things in ways she may not have experienced before, so, after planting another kiss on her foot I continued caressing her. I ran my left hand up and down her legs and thighs, very gradually moving it higher, and made slow, swirling patterns across her stomach and hips with the fingers of the right. To heighten her pleasure, but also because I couldn't resist it, every now and then I leant forward and either licked or planted a kiss on a spot where my hands had just been.

When my left hand eventually reached the curve of her bottom I slipped the fingers up into the crack between the two cheeks, then curled my hand and started to gently squeeze the deliciously firm flesh. At the same time raking the fingers of my right down through the thick mat of pubic hair, then, turning the hand palm up, I slipped it up between her legs and cupped her pussy.

During all that time Lucy had been very quiet, keeping her eyes closed, saying not a word and giving only an occasional sigh, but as my hand closed over her pussy I heard the sharp hissing sound of suddenly indrawn breath.

Not unexpectedly I found it was already moist, its outer lips a little swollen and I felt her tense, then squirm with delight as I gently eased them apart and slid one finger up and down the cleft. I did no more than that for the next couple of minutes, squeezing her bottom cheek, and slipping my fingers over and between her pouting pussy lips, feeling their increasing slickness as her growing arousal produced more lubricant.

It wasn't long before I could feel the tension inside her increasing. I felt sure that if I just continued what I was doing I could quite quickly have given her an orgasm, but I didn't want her to have one yet. When it happened I wanted it to be truly spectacular, and that meant taking her close but denying her release, then repeating that until she was virtually begging for fulfilment.

So I got up and turned her around so she was facing the bed, then, having taken that opportunity to quickly strip off my own clothes, I started kissing and caressing her shoulders and back.

As I had when caressing the front of her I kept changing the pattern of what I was doing, sometimes using long, sweeping strokes that went from shoulder to thigh, sometimes concentrating on just a small area of her body. But whatever my hands or fingers were doing I complemented with frequent licks or kisses.

After several minutes of that I knelt down behind her and, starting with her feet and ankles, began caressing her legs again, as before, very slowly, gradually working my way higher. The strength of the tremors I'd earlier felt had subsided a little when I had been caressing her back, but as I worked my way up her legs they increased again, and by the time I reached her bottom they were almost as strong as they had been before.

In spite of my efforts to ignore the effect the sight, scent and most of all, the feel of her was having on me, by then my cock was absolutely rock-hard, quivering from my steadily rising level of excitement. Deciding it was time for it to play its part in what I was doing for Lucy I slid both hands into the space between her legs and eased them a little further apart, so that when I pushed myself upright my cock slipped up between them. Then, with the shaft of it pressing up against her pussy, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against myself.

Her natural reaction was to reach for the part of my cock sticking out in front of her, but as I felt her fingers close around it I told her not to. 'No touching please, not yet anyway.' I said in a low, authoritative voice. She did as I'd instructed, her hands dropping back down to her sides, but I felt the strength of her tremors increasing as she squirmed herself down against the rigid length.

Holding her with one hand as I kissed her shoulder and neck, I used the other to restimulate her breasts, my fingers drifting over and around their curves, brushing against the still stiffened nipples, every now and then cupping and squeezing. I continued that for a few minutes, feeling the tension in her body steadily increasing again and guessed how frustrating it must have been for her, having my cock so close to where she wanted it to be, but unable to do anything to get it actually inside.

Not that it was that much easier for me, feeling the moist warmth of her pussy pressing down against my cock, and knowing how responsive she would be if I slipped it inside her and simply fucked her, made it very tempting to cut short what I had planned. But also knowing how good it would be for both of us if we waited just a little longer, I resisted the thought and pushing myself away from her, I used the same low voice, telling her to get up on to the bed and then kneel down on all fours.

Her arse was as gorgeous as the rest of her and the sight of those taut, creamy globes made my cock throb and jerk almost uncontrollably as I bent forward, undid the catch of her bra and slipped it down off her shoulders. Reaching both hands around her I slowly and gently stroked her breasts. They felt heavily full, the area around the nipples swollen, and they were hard, leathery spikes. But knowing just how strong her reaction was to having them caressed I didn't spend too long fondling and squeezing them before using one hand to guide my cock-head into her pussy.

She gave a deep sigh of pleasure and relief as she felt me finally pushing into her, but she was going to be disappointed if, as I guessed she would, she expected me to immediately start to give her the satisfaction she wanted. Instead of thrusting in and out, once I had my cock fully embedded I held myself still, and with my cock plugging her cunt, went back to caressing and fondling her breasts, this time more purposefully.

That time I took her to the very edge of her climax, and again somehow managed to resist the almost overpowering urge to satisfy us both. When I felt her teetering on the brink, just needing one or two more squeezes to get her there, I stopped, and she gave a low groan of frustrated disbelief when at the same time, she felt my cock pulling back out of her.

Glancing down at it I wasn't really surprised to see the state it was in by then. It looked monstrous, rearing almost vertically, the veins along the shaft heavily knotted, the bulbous head a dark purple colour, the whole thing glistening from end to end from the coating of her pussy juice.

I got up on to the bed, turning on to my back with my feet pointing away from her, and as I pushed myself down underneath her, said. 'You can open your eyes now Lucy.'

She did, and gave a loud gasp when she saw my cock rearing in front of her face, and another, much sharper one when I lifted my head and ran my tongue along the deep, wet furrow between her swollen and pouting pussy-lips.

I didn't need to tell her what to do next, it took her about a second to recover from her initial surprise then, like a kid finding its favourite lolly-pop, she dropped her head, wrapped her lips around it and began licking and sucking it. As she went to work on me I slid my tongue up between the clinging folds of her pussy, hearing her gurgle with increased excitement when she felt me stiffen it and start to probe deep between them.

I could see the swollen ridge of her clitoris poking out from between the mat of honey-blonde hair and as I reached down under the bed I began to lick it with the very tip of my tongue. The dildo felt bigger than it had before and I was suddenly concerned about whether I might end up hurting her if I tried to get it inside her, but as I could tell from the rapidly increasing strength of her reactions how close she was to coming I really had no time to reconsider. So, as I steadily increased the speed and pressure of my flickering tongue, I pressed the slick head of the dildo against her pussy-lips, and gently pushed it up between them.

Her body arched upwards from the initial shock of the inexplicable intrusion and she gasped a single, bewildered word. 'What?' But then the sensations generated by the combination of my flickering tongue and the thing pressing further inside her pussy were even stronger, not only completely overwhelming her startled question, but also triggering the start of her much delayed climax.

'Oooh yes, yes, yes!' she cried, pushing herself down on to the dildo, then plunging her mouth back down over my rearing cock.

As her contractions started I found I needed very little pressure to push the dildo deeper, it was almost as though her cunt was actually drawing it up inside her. So I put my concerns about hurting her aside, and while my tongue, lips and mouth licked, nibbled and sucked her clit, I began to slide it in and out.

I'd never felt any woman come as powerfully, or for as long as Lucy did that time and although I realised she was experiencing multiple orgasms her reactions were so strong that I really couldn't separate one peak from another.

As her contractions continued her pussy seemed to be producing an ever increasing amount of fluid, much of which I could feel dripping from her and trickling down over my chin. But although the fact that I had been able to give her such an overwhelming climax was itself exciting, what I could smell was ten times more so. I'd experienced my body's reaction to the smell of her sexual arousal that first evening together, but that was nothing compared with what I felt this time.

In spite of the strength of the orgasmic waves surging through her body she still managed to continue working on my cock. She bobbed and sucked even more vigorously than before, at the same time sliding one hand down between my legs and squeezing my balls, as though trying to encourage them to release their contents. And that, combined with my reaction to the pungent smell of her, brought the seething mass I'd been bottling-up, to an explosive boil.

As I felt my muscles locking, and my balls tightening I thrust the dildo faster and deeper. Lucy obviously felt what was finally happening to me, and in spite of the convulsions wracking her own body, still managed to relax and open her throat to accept the automatic upward thrust that would come as I climaxed. Then, as though every drop of fluid in my body had been concentrated to provide the pressure for the discharge, my arching body erupted.

Neither of us could have predicted the force or the sheer volume I would produce in that first blast, and as my hips heaved, thrusting the full length of my cock up between her lips it fired off a massive gout of semen that would have made any other woman gag. But after what had happened the first time she sucked me off, this time she was more prepared for it. She must have let the first shoot straight down her throat, then did a fast swallow and, tightening her lips and sucking hard each time she pushed them right down to the base of the shaft, she took each of the successive loads that jetted out of me.

Feeling me exploding so powerfully seemed to intensify what she was experiencing and as the waves continued rolling through her I kept on thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy. It was only when it was apparent that I had no more to give her that I felt her lift herself free of it, and let my slowly shrinking cock slip from her lips. As she sank down we both turned, wrapped our arms around each other and pressed our bodies and wet and sticky mouths together.

It took several minutes for each of us to recover from the intensity of what we had experienced and my heart still hadn't settled back to its normal pace when she unwound her arms and shifted a little to one side.

'That was absolutely fantastic Jack. For a while there I thought you were intent on driving me quite mad. But what you finally did made all the frustration more than worth while.' she whispered as she made herself more comfortable. 'But what was that thing, where did you get it?'

'I'll tell you about that another time Lucy. I just hope I haven't spoiled your fantasy for you, I've read that trying to bring them into reality can sometimes destroy their effectiveness.'

'What fantasy?'

'What you said the other night, remember. You said you wished I had two.'

She giggled. 'I remembered saying that the moment I felt the other one pushing into me. In spite of what you were doing to me right then, I think I still blushed at having said it. But far from destroying the fantasy I think what you did and the way I felt will only make it stronger.'

*

Chapter 5

Some Incredibly Good News

We lay quietly for several minutes then I got up and fetched the glasses of wine we had left on the table. As I handed one to her I asked. 'Do you have many fantasies?'

'Oh quite a few.' she answered as she took a sip. 'They come and go. I suppose that at any one time I have a favourite two or three that I use when I'm feeling sexy. How about you Jack?'

'Lucy you are all my fantasies rolled into one.'

'That's nice to hear.' she said in a much softer voice, pausing to take another sip of wine before continuing in her normal tone. 'But, you must have proper fantasies.'

'Men are much more visual, I think our fantasies are much more basic, have far less emotional content than a woman's do. If I feel like masturbating I'll think of some attractive woman I've seen, maybe at a function, or perhaps someone I noticed in the street. I'll picture her in my mind, then build a little story about how we might meet, and take it from there. As I said, I think our fantasies are usually far less complex than a woman's'

'So you always fantasise about women you don't actually know.'

'Yes I suppose that's right.' I paused for a moment, thinking, then added. 'But when you put it like that I realise its not always true. There was a period, a couple of years ago now, when for quite a few months I was frequently fantasising about a real person. The funny thing is that if the opportunity presented itself, which it didn't, I wouldn't have dreamed of actually having anything to do with her.'

'Who was she?'

'A girl in my office. She was only with us for about six months or so.'

'What was special about her?'

'Well actually she was a bit, what's the word? Tarty I suppose. I mean the way she dressed. But I seem to remember she actually had a very steady relationship, that was why she left I think, her boy-friend's job took him inter-state.'

'Can you describe her?'

'She was blonde, but her hair was the complete opposite of yours, all frizz, as though she had a weird sort of wig on. But she had a terrific figure and great legs, and really liked showing them off, I imagine she was a bit of an exhibitionist. She wore very short skirts, usually tight fitting, sometimes leather. Then occasionally she'd wear one that was more flouncy, so she showed off even more leg as she moved about. And nearly always a very low cut top, you know, scooped out neck-lines, that kind of thing.'

'Yes, you certainly make her sound a bit, as you said, tarty.'

'But she was good at her job, we were sorry to see her go.'

'So you lost both a good worker, and a fantasy girl.'

'True.'

'What did you imagine doing with her?'

'Oh the usual things. But what helped make it special was where we did things. It was always somewhere in the office, that's what made it different.'

'Have you ever had sex with anyone in the office?'

'No, never.'

'Ah, I see.' she paused for a moment, then added. 'Would you like to?'

Her question took me completely by surprise and I took another drink of the wine while I thought about my answer. It was quite a long time since I'd stopped thinking about Danielle, Dannie as she preferred to be called, but for nearly eighteen months she and the office setting had been the most frequent scenario for my masturbatory activities.




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'I guess that depends.' I finally replied.

'On what?' she asked.

'Well, with whom for one thing. But if you are making an offer.' I said, giving her a grin as I tried turning the tables on her.

She just smiled back mischievously, then said. 'Well you never know. But right now I'd love another glass of wine please.'

As I got up off the bed to refill the glasses she pulled herself up and leaned back against the bed-head. Her breasts were so mouth-wateringly beautiful I couldn't help myself from staring at them, and instantly recalling the thrilling feel of their soft firmness against my cheek, their spiking nipples between my lips.

'Careful you don't pour that over the floor.' she said, giving me a gentle smile.

I tore my eyes away and poured the wine. 'It's just that I can't believe how beautiful you are, and even more unbelievable is the fact that you are here Lucy.' I said as I handed her a glass and sat down on the edge of the bed. 'You'll just have to try to forgive me staring at you.'

'There's nothing to forgive, I love the look you get on your face when you're watching me. It makes me go all squirmy inside, and makes me feel as though I'm somebody special.'

'But you are, to me you are very special.'

'If you think so Jack, that's all that matters. Now while I have the chance, about tomorrow morning, you don't have to give me a lift to work, it's actually my day off. I'll come into town with you and then just drop me off so I can get a bus home.'

'Your day off? Why on earth didn't you say so before?'

'Oh, well, I suppose it just didn't seem an appropriate thing to say Jack.'

My mind started racing through the implication of the news, and the possibilities it offered. It was too late to ring my senior manager, but I could do so first thing in the morning, it wasn't the first time I'd changed my schedule at the last minute and the office was more than capable of operating in my unexpected absence.

'But that's wonderful!' I exclaimed after a brief hesitation. 'I mean it would be, if we could spend it together.' I added.

'But your business?'

'Runs very well without me, well for a time it does, so don't worry about that. Will you? I mean will you spend it with me, please?'

'But what would we do. I mean apart from having more sex.' she added with a cheeky grin.

'Well.' I replied, thinking fast. 'Well for one thing we could sleep late. Then, then? I know, we could have lunch at River Gardens?' I added excitedly. 'Apart from having excellent food it would give me a chance to show you off, make a few business acquaintances of mine green with envy. If you wouldn't mind that.'

'Of course I wouldn't mind, if that's what you'd like to do. But that's a very up-market place isn't it? I didn't bring anything with me that's good enough to wear to a place like that.'

'Then we'll buy you something, something as stunning as you are! If that's possible. We'll just have to get up early enough to give us time to shop.'

'Jack that's silly, you can't buy me a dress just so we can go out to lunch?'

'Why not?'

'But you mustn't buy me things.' she answered with a worried frown.

I bent down and kissed her forehead. 'No frowning please. Of course I can buy you things, that's one of the things money is for. Come on, say yes. It will give me a lot of pleasure knowing you're wearing something I gave you. It'll be almost as though you have part of me next to your skin.'

She took the glass from my hand, turned, and put both of them on the bedside cabinet, then put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. 'That's a lovely idea, and you're a lovely man. So OK, shopping, then lunch, now give me a kiss.'

Her lips were warm and moist, sweeter and far more intoxicating than the wine we'd been drinking and as the kiss continued on I felt my senses reeling. I was swamped by so many feelings. The sheer joy of having her with me. The knowledge that she'd still be there in the morning. The feel of her luscious body in my arms and the way she was pressing herself against me. Then a little later, the dull ache in the pit of my stomach as I felt myself being rearoused.

When I slipped my hand between her thighs I found that her pussy was still wet and although my cock wasn't fully erect it was stiffening quite rapidly and was already firm enough for me to be able to push it inside when she spread her legs for me. Once home I paused for a moment then began to move, slowly, feeling my cock lengthening and hardening as I slid in and out of her.

'Oh Jack that feels lovely.' she whispered as she felt it growing. 'The other thing was exciting, but having you inside me is a thousand times better. Just keep doing it like that, please.' she added before kissing me again.

The physical sensations were just as wonderful for me, and what she'd said made me feel fantastic. As we kissed and my cock burrowed deeper into the snug warmth of her pussy I felt waves of delight flowing through me, waves that slowly grew and intensified as I continued my unhurried motion.

There was just no comparison between what we were doing and what we had done with each other a little earlier, that had been sex, raw, powerful sex. What we were sharing this time was, in the true sense of the word, love-making. Each pleasing and being pleasured by the other. Each wanting to not only receive but also to give the maximum amount of delight. And each wanting to make sure that what we were feeling lasted for as long as was possible.

Even when I could tell from the way it had started to throb, that my cock had reached full size I held that slow, steady pace. Lucy's body moved to the same unhurried beat, her hips rising and falling, sometimes rotating, her hands running up and down my back, occasionally gripping my bottom and urging me deeper. We kissed, sighed, murmured words of pleasure or endearment, then kissed again.

But when, some long time later, I could tell from both a slight change in the strength of her movements and the increasing intensity of her sighs and moans that she was starting to slowly build towards her climax, I decided it was time to make a change to what I was doing.

Placing my hands on either side of her I braced, and lifted myself higher, knowing that by altering the angle I could not only get my cock deeper, but also that as the shaft slid back and forth it would rub against her clitoris.

Her reaction was instantaneous. 'Oh wow!' she exclaimed as her eyes flew wide open. 'That's, that's really very strong stuff.'

The strain on my arms and shoulders was strong too, but seeing the effect I was having on Lucy gave me the will-power and strength to continue and it took only a couple of dozen or so of those more powerful strokes to bring on the start of her climax. As the first wave surged through her she gave a louder cry and, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist, she pulled me down, burying my cock even deeper.

She held me in such a tight grip I couldn't move, but she could, and as her orgasm and contractions intensified her pussy tightened its grip of my cock and her hips began jerking up and down.

That combination was more than enough to trigger my own climax and I gave a loud grunt as I felt my balls rising and the flood starting to well up from somewhere deep inside. Lucy must have the sudden increase in tension too because her movements became even more purposeful, increasing the pressure inside me to an unbearable level as she used her hip movements to literally pump my straining cock.

I'd never been held like that, or come without thrusting before, it was an amazing sensation, as though her body was actually trying to suck the semen out of me. Then, as it finally surged, I heard myself cry out. 'Lucy! Oh, my darling Lucy!'

'Oh Jack, I can feel it! I can feel you squirting it into me! Again, come again darling!' she replied, thrusting herself higher, grinding her pelvis against mine, and her deliciously tight pussy rhythmically squeezing my cock.

By the time we had finished both our bodies must have been utterly drained and so we remained locked in each other's arms for much longer than we had after our first session. In fact we drifted off into a light sleep and when I came to she was still breathing deeply, so I was able to slip out of her embrace and head for the bath-room without disturbing her.

While taking a piss I realised that as my pubic hair, cock and balls were all caked with a dried mixture of semen, her pussy-juices and the lubricant I'd used on the dildo, I decided I really needed a shower. Having checked that Lucy was still sleeping I took one, finishing with an invigorating cold spray that left me feeling refreshed and, perhaps, even partially recharged.

Slipping into a bath-robe I went back into the bed-room and refilled the glasses then went and sat on the side of the bed. Either the movement or my presence finally disturbed her and she opened her eyes, saw me, and gave me one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen.

'Hello sleepy-head.' I said softly. 'A little more wine, or would you prefer a hot drink?'

'Wine is great, thank you. Oh you've had a shower. How long have I been asleep?'

'Not long, I slept for a little too, then I had to go to the bath-room. I discovered I needed a shower.'

She giggled quietly. 'A bit messy are we?'

'Just a bit. Would you like a shower too?'

'Yes I think that's a good idea. After I've finished the wine.'

'Take your time, there's no rush, we have all night ahead of us.'

'Of course we have. Isn't that a lovely thought!'

'It certainly is for me Lucy, unbelievably lovely.'

We finished the wine and then, as we had left the restaurant before completely finishing our meals, and since then we had both used a fair amount of energy in our love-making, we decided we were feeling a little peckish, so while Lucy took her shower I went down to the kitchen to prepare us a something to eat.

TO BE CONTINUED



Lucy Ch. 01



Lucy had the cab pull up to the curb of the post office; she had all her mail delivered here instead of at her home. She told him to wait while she exited and slowly walked up to steps and into the main lobby. Most of the male employees knew her and smiled; always eager to see her body. Today was no exception; she wore a curve fitting sheer silk dress that ended just at the top of her thighs and swayed delightfully as she walked. 

Lucy was one of the few top paid escorts on the West Coast. Her body had not always been considered beautiful and she had gone to great lengths to change herself. When she had first moved west, she was overweight, plain, wore glasses and quiet. Since then, with the help of her friend and lover; Alice, along with the aid of plastic surgery, lasik, diet and exercise; she had become every man's dream date.

Her brown "mousy" hair was now a deep golden brown with lighter gold highlights. The overweight figure was developed into one that was slim and curvy. Lucy's breasts had been reduced from a C to a B as well as uplifted, firm and perky. No longer needing glasses; now her crystal blue eyes were bright and knowing; her tan covered her entire body.

*****

Lucy moved to the West Coast after graduation and was looking forward to starting a new life. She was sure she would land a great job and settle into a new career. Unfortunately, she noticed that no matter how well her interview went, the job always went to some beautiful girl with less experience. Six months into job searching saw her savings dwindling to almost nothing.

One day Lucy had just finished another interview and was waiting on an elevator. She already knew that she didn't get the position simply because there were just too many sexy beautiful girls in the room vying for the same job. She was almost in tears as she waited for the elevator to convey her to the downstairs lobby. 

As she stood by the elevator with her head down in disappointment, she heard a door open at the end of the hall and then someone was standing beside her; she knew it was a woman from the four inch heels of her shoes. She glanced over to see yet another gorgeous woman. She was probably about five foot seven, brunette and dressed in a very short sexy dark blue dress.

The elevator finally arranged and both women entered.

"What floor?" asked Lucy.

"Lobby," said the brunette.

The elevator started its slow decent and then suddenly stopped. The lights flickered a moment and then went out.

"Probably just a brown out," said the woman. "Hope you're not claustrophobic?"

Lucy shook her head and then realized that neither of them could see. "Ah ... no, I'm not."

Alice could detect sadness in this stranger's voice. "Is there something wrong?" and she reached out to touch Lucy's shoulder and back.

Lucy heaved a great sigh, "I suppose you work here too." It seemed easier to talk to this stranger in the pitch black elevator. "I can't seem to find a job. I just can't compete with all you pretty women no matter if I better qualified. I'm almost out of money which means I'll have to go back home which is the last thing I want to do." Then Lucy lost it and started crying.

The woman moved up behind Lucy and wrapped her arms around the young woman, turned her around and let Lucy cry on her shoulder. "No, I don't work here. I was just meeting someone and now I'm leaving," she said soothingly to Lucy. "By the way, my name is Alice ... Alice Connors."

Lucy started sniffling back her tears. "I'm sorry I blurted out like that. My name is Alice Brown. I moved here six months ago sure to find a new life and career, but my parents weren't happy about it. Now all I get is a lot of 'I told you so' comments from them."

Alice smiled, "Say, once we get out of here, we'll go to my house. I think you need a friend right now; someone you can talk too."

Lucy didn't know why she would trust this stranger, but Alice's arms just made her feel safe and comfortable. She'd only made one other friend here of one of the tenants in her building, but knew she would be at work now. "Yes, I think I would like that," she said.

The lights suddenly came on and Lucy looked into Alice's blue eyes. Her first thought was that they were the same color as her own. She smiled and stepped back out of her arms. The doors opened at the lobby, both women exited and then Alice hailed a cab outside. Lucy noticed that the trip brought them to an expensive part of town with lots of high priced condos one of which was Alice's.

Lucy followed Alice inside and was again impressed with its beautiful furnishings. She thought Alice must be very rich to afford luxury like this. "You have a very beautiful place," commented Lucy.

"Thank you," said Alice. "How about some Irish coffee and we'll talk?" she asked.

Lucy didn't consume much alcohol, but didn't want to refuse this generous woman. "Yeah ...Ah, that'll be fine."

Alice made the coffees and brought them to the living room, sat on the couch and patted the place next to her. "So, what's your area of expertise?"

"I'm a Business Management major, but, so far, I don't have any work experience and no one seems to want to give me any," said Lucy and then took a sip on the coffee. It was strong and warming.

Alice listened as Lucy poured her heart out. Lucy didn't know why, but it just felt easy to talk with Alice. She also noticed that every time Alice touched her, her body was becoming sexually excited and this confused her as well. Being a virgin, she didn't have any experience with sex at all.

After about an hour and three coffees later, Lucy felt quite relaxed and comfortable. She gave Alice a warm smile, "Thank you Alice for hearing me out. I've only made one other friend while I've been here."

Alice reached over and gave Lucy a hug and then lightly kissed her on the lips.

Lucy was surprised by the kiss because it sent a surge of sexual excitement through her body. Her eyes got wide and she blushed.

"Have you ever considered changing your looks?" asked Alice.

"Changing my looks?" questioned Lucy.

"Take off your glasses," directed Alice.

Lucy took off her glasses and looked over into Alice's eyes.

"Just what I thought," said Alice.

"What do you mean?" Alice responded.

"I think you could be beautiful, even more than those silly girls applying for those jobs you spoke of. In fact, I think you're already a beautiful person Lucy. You just need some self esteem. Hmmm, tell you what, why don't you move in with me and let's transform you into what you want to be?"

Lucy was taken back at the generous offer and since her funds were low, she agreed. Alice called her a cab to take her home to pack and paid the cabbie in advance. A week later found Lucy moved in to one of Alice's guest rooms. Alice took it upon herself to be Lucy's personal trainer. Diet, exercise followed with different trips to different clinics to discuss procedures to indeed transform her.

In all the time that Lucy lived with Alice, she had noticed, with envy, that Alice had a lot of dates. One afternoon Lucy inquired from Alice about her boyfriends. "You really have a lot of boyfriends Alice; anyone you're really serious about?"

Alice laughed which made Lucy blush, "None of them are my boyfriends Lucy. I'm an escort and they pay to have me appear with them in public."

Lucy's eyes got wide, "You're a prostitute then?"

Alice smiled a knowing smile, "I'm paid well sometimes when they want sex after the 'official' contract date is over for a little fun and games."

"Wow!" said Lucy and then confessed that she was a virgin and didn't know anything about sex.

"I suspected as much," said Alice. "Question is; do you want to learn? I mean, you have really come a long way since that first day. Hell, you'd even give me a run for the money Lucy as far as looks are concerned."

Lucy blushed, but thought about what Alice was saying. She was indeed one of the gorgeous women that seemed to be in abundance here, but she also lacked any sexual experience. She also had come quite accustomed to living in the lifestyle that Alice could afford and knew that even if she could now land a job, she would never make enough to live like she did.

"If I wanted to be an escort Alice, how would I go about it?" asked Lucy.

"Are you serious?" asked Alice.

Lucy blushed, "Yes."

Alice smiled and moved out of her chair to sit next to Lucy on the couch. "You want me to teach you about sex? Are you sure this is the route you want to take? Don't get me wrong Lucy, I'd love to teach you and there's been many a night that I've wanted to have sex with you. It's just that I've never known anyone who just walks away once they've started to be an escort."

Lucy looked into Alice's eyes. 'She wanted to have sex with me!' she thought. "I've never had anyone who wanted me Alice. I was just too fat and plain. You've help me a lot in the looks department and brought me a long way in how to dress and all, but even I know how naive and inexperienced I am when it comes to sex and men."

Lucy smiled, "Yes, I would like you teach me. You know what it's all about and I don't. I trust you Alice ... with my life. I just want to say one other thing. Ever since that first day, I've had certain sexual feelings for you that I don't understand. I know I'm not a lesbian because my body tells me that I am attracted to men."

Alice gave a light laugh, "Honey, I'm not a lesbian either, but I enjoy sex with both too. Each can be a fulfilling experience and to be bi in the escort game, just means you can make more money. Let's see, you're already on the pill so that solves the problem of you not getting pregnant. Let's go to my room for the start of your education."

Alice put out her hand to Lucy and Lucy placed her hand into Alice's. They got up and went upstairs to Alice's room. The first thing Alice did was bring out a box from her closet; it contained different sex toys and a variety of condoms. Alice first explained to her about different condoms and to always carry a supply of her own. She showed her how to use them by bringing out a life like dildo of a rather large penis and had Lucy practice on it.

"That's so huge!" said Lucy.

"It'll fit," said Alice. "In fact, I'll be using it on you today. The last thing you want is for one of your clients to bust you cherry. It can be painful and you're not there to be in pain. Now, take off your clothes and come over to the bed."

Lucy stripped off her clothes and so did Alice. Alice leaned in and kissed Lucy lightly on the lips and then slipped her tongue into Lucy's mouth for a deep sensuous kiss.

Lucy once again felt a surge of sexual energy run through her body and she passionately kissed Alice back. Alice lightly traced her hands over Lucy's body and then cupped her breasts running her thumbs down along her nipples. Lucy gave a soft moan and arched her back thrusting her breasts out further.

They both crawled into bed and Alice had Lucy get on her back. She covered Lucy with her body pressing her shaved cunt against Lucy's and gently started to rock up and down applying a sensual pressure against their clits while kissing her deeply. She gave Lucy kisses along her neck and shoulders then down to her breasts and nipples.

Alice sucked Lucy's nipple into her mouth gently at first, but then started to increase pressure. Lucy moaned and grabbed Alice's head while arching her back. Alice worked over her nipple then moved on to the other. While her mouth brought the other one to the same hardened bud, her fingers were manipulating the first.

Lucy started moaning louder and louder. Alice eased down the bed kissing Lucy's abdomen, hips, naval and then to the top of your mound. She kissed all around Lucy's little vertical strip where she was shaved. She finally started to lick her swollen puffy lips slowly. Lucy was already wet when Alice spread open her legs.

Alice had Lucy raise her hips and put a pillow under her ass. She dove her tongue into Lucy's hot tight hole and began to tongue fuck her reaching in as far as her tongue would go licking and massaging the walls of her small opening. Lucy was thrashing her head back and forth with her fists wadded into the sheet.

Alice inserted her finger and Lucy's cunt immediately clutched at her finger. Alice started to slowly finger fuck Lucy's opening while her tongue swirled and teased her clit. When Alice slipped in a second finger, Lucy started to hump against her hand. Lucy was close to coming so Alice inserted a third finger and then clamped down on her clit. She sucked Lucy's clit hard and started to nibble at the sensitive bud.

Lucy climaxed hard and her body started to shake, but Alice didn't stop. She kept fucking her with her fingers while applying administrations to her clit to bring Lucy back up. When Lucy was nearing her second orgasm, Alice reached for the eight inch dildo sitting on the bed. When Lucy was nearing her peak, Alice removed her fingers and quickly replaced them with the dildo.

Alice gently inserted the head of the dildo into Lucy's tight hole and then waited for her to get accustomed to the feel and width. She gently started the in and out motions which caused Lucy to hump. Every time Lucy humped forward, Alice inserted a little more of the artificial cock until she bumped in to Lucy's hymen.

"It'll hurt for a little bit, but I'll make sure you receive pleasure Lucy," said Alice.

On Lucy's next hump, Alice pushed the dildo all the way in while still sucking and nibbling Lucy's clit. Lucy gave a scream at the insertion and a trickle of blood oozed around the dildo. Alice gently pushed against the dildo without withdrawing it letting Lucy's pain turn to pleasure.

Once Lucy started to hump again, Alice worked the dildo in slow steady strokes. When Lucy started thrashing again with her orgasm nearing, Alice started pumping the dildo in faster and harder until Lucy climaxed and her juices seeped around the dildo. Then Alice's hand stilled and she withdrew her face from Lucy's cunt; watching as she slowly came down from her sexual high. Alice slowly removed the dildo and laid it on the bed. She curled up next to Lucy and cuddled her against her body.

Lucy's eyes eventually fluttered open and a smile crossed her face, "Wow!" Alice smiled at her friend and now lover and kissed Lucy deeply.

Over the next week, Lucy learned a lot about how to please a woman sexually as well as lessons on how the handle men, then came the next step of her training.

"I just got off the phone with Eric and Mike. They both work for the escort service also and they'll be here this evening," said Alice. "Phase two, honey. I let them know about you and enlisted their help. Tonight you practice on the real thing," and Alice gave a little laugh.

Lucy gave her a smile and was excited about actually being with a man for sex. "Which one do I get?"

Alice laughed, "I think I'll start you out with Eric. His penis is rather large, in fact both are rather large, but he'll guide you in knowing how to give a decent blow job; better than on a dildo. At some point, you'll be taking both of them. You've got to know how to do a double."

Lucy's body was tingling with excitement over Alice's words.

"Right now, let's go. I've made us an appointment at the spa for the works," said Alice.

*****

Alice and Lucy were sitting in the living room with nothing on but their robes when Eric and Mike arrived. Introductions went around and both men smiled approvingly at Lucy. They went upstairs to Alice's bedroom and Alice gave Lucy a knowing look; they both disrobed and the men removed their clothing.

Eric came over to Lucy and gave her a deep probing kiss while his hands roamed her body. Lucy gave little sighs of pleasure and her pussy became wetter. True to Alice's word, Eric guided her on what turned on a man. He had her kneel on the floor and look into his eyes while she placed her mouth over the wide head of his cock.

Eric closed his eyes a moment enjoying the feel of Lucy's hot mouth surrounding his cock. He opened his eyes and looked down into hers, "Now lick all of it soft and slow while still looking into my eyes."

Lucy followed his instructions including licking and massaging his balls with her tongue and mouth. When she got back to the head of his cock, it was dripping pre-cum. She opened her mouth wide and very slowly rubbed the head down the length of her tongue and gave him a moan.

"Now suck it in baby," he said. "When it hits the back of your throat, relax and try not to gag. Swallow and take it into your throat, but remember to get a deep breath first."

Lucy had practiced this on Alice's dildo and she already knew how to control her gag reflex now. She slowly started to suck Eric's large cock into her mouth, took a breath and then slid it down her throat. She buried her nose into his black patch of pubic hair smelling his musky scent. 

Eric moaned and thrust his hips forward. He closed his eyes and slowly started to fuck Lucy's mouth. With each thrust forward, he met no resistance as his member slid into her throat. Lucy reached up and started to massage his balls with her hand while looking at his face. She thought he was quite good looking. She started humming sending vibrations along his hard shaft. Eric grabbed her head hard and started fucking faster and harder.

Lucy knew he was close and this would be her first taste of cum. Alice had already explained about swallowing so she had already prepared herself to do that. Lucy felt his balls tighten against his body and his member became harder and a bit wider.

"Oh God!!" shouted Eric. 

Lucy took another deep breath as he plunged a final time shooting his first load into her throat. She eased away from the base of Eric's cock and his remaining cum filled her mouth. She swallowed and tasted the slightly salt and bitter taste. She decided it wasn't bad. When Eric was finished cumming, Lucy once again sucked him down burying her nose into his pubic patch. She gently suckled his cock and massaged his balls and was rewarded in feeling him start to grow hard again.

Eric moaned a looked down at Lucy and smiled. "Babe, you're a natural."

Lucy removed his semi-hard cock from her mouth with a wet plop and smiled up at Eric. She stood up and he kissed her again and then started to kiss her along her neck while tweaking her nipples. They both turned to the moans on the bed as Alice and Mike were hard at it; Mike fucking Alice hard and fast.

Since Alice had a king size bed, there was plenty of room for Eric and Lucy as well. Before getting on the bed, Eric turned to Lucy. "Alice said you needed lots of experiences, so do you want the first fuck to be gentle and slow or rough and fast?"

Lucy thought for a moment. 'Probably most clients are rough and fast' she thought. "Let's do the rough and fast and later we'll do the other."

Eric smiled and then grabbed her roughly and pressed her to his chest. He started to kiss her neck roughly too and biting it. His fingers pinched down hard on her nipples and then pulling them taunt. She actually loved the sensations that he was causing her body to experience and she moaned.

He grabbed her ass hard and started to knead it pressing her into his now revived hard cock. Eric grabbed her hair hard, "On your hands and knees slut," he ordered. Lucy crawled on the bed and stayed on her hands on knees.

"Let's see how much of a slut you are," he said as his fingers delved into her hot slick pussy. "That's what I thought. Just a fucking whore," he said as he withdrew his fingers and then slammed his hard throbbing cock into her pussy burying it in as his balls slapped against her pussy lips.

Lucy arched her back loving the sensations and dirty talk Eric was giving her. He grabbed her hair hard and started to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. He finally let go of her hair and his strong hand held her shoulder tightly while he pounded in and out of her. Eric reached under her and grabbed a nipple; pinching and pulling it hard. Lucy started moaning louder and humping back meeting Eric's hard thrusts. She felt her orgasm start and then she trembled and shook while her vaginal walls squeezed around his cock.




Lucy Ch. 01



"Fucking Shit!!!" cried Eric and pumped her faster feeling his own climax beginning.

Eric rammed into her hard one final time and began pumping his cum into her hot tight pussy. He collapsed on top of Lucy and they both stayed in position regaining their breath. Lucy gave a little shudder when Eric's flaccid cock slipped from her cunt.

Eric regained enough to roll over on his back on the bed and. "Clean it whore!" he said.

Lucy moved down and hovered over him. She licked his cock and balls clean and then lay down beside him still trying to catch her breath.

Eric gave a quick laugh, "Damn Alice, what did you teach her?"

Alice laughed, "Just the basics baby ... just the basics. You're her first real man."

"Well, she's good. You got anything to drink? I need a bit of a rest before I can do anything else," said Eric.

Alice and Mike both laughed. "I think we all can use a breather," said Alice. "Let's go downstairs for a drink."

Eric rolled over to Lucy and gave her a deep passionate kiss while Alice and Mike left the room. "Baby, you're going to make a lot of money. Don't tell Alice, but you're the best I've seen in a really long time. I'm sure Alice's has been teaching you a lot of things, but before I leave this evening, I'd like to talk to you about how some of your clients might try and stiff you your money and all. You're going to need to be prepared for all sorts of situations. Some clients are good, but some can be really evil and hurtful. Don't let any of them tie you up or handcuff you; never let yourself get into a situation where you're not in control," he said looking very serious at her.

Lucy smiled at Eric's first words and then took to heart his last statement. "Eric, I need to learn all I can before I actually have my first client. Thanks."

Eric smiled and kissed her lightly and softly, "I think I need that drink." They both got up and went downstairs to join Alice and Mike.

Lucy joined the escort service and a new career. She eventually got a house of her own, but occasionally she and Alice would get together.

*****

Lucy made her way down many mail boxes that lined the wall, removed her mail and stuffed it into a designer bag that she always brought along. This was a weekly ritual; she never read mail there preferring to sort it at home at her leisure. She looked up and saw Harold the older guard in the lobby. She liked Harold because he never had leered at her like the younger employees.

"Hello Miss Brown; nice to see you again," said Harold.

She dazzled him with a brilliant smile, "Hi Harold. It's always good to see you on duty. I feel safer knowing you are always here."

Harold chuckled softly; always the same pleasantries each week. "I retire in a week; I might not be here the next time you come in to get your mail."

"That's sad, but I'm sure you are looking forward to retirement," said Lucy.

"Oh yes. The Mrs. and I having been planning it for a year now; not sure what she has planned first, but sure I'll enjoy it all the same," he smiled pleasantly with a somewhat far away look.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you and say goodbye. I was hoping you'd be in today seeing it is Friday and all," he continued.

Lucy walked over and kissed him on the cheek; he blushed. She used her thumb to remove the lipstick and leaned into his ear. "That's to get those hot bothered males something to talk about and because I'll miss you too," she whispered and then gave him a wink.

Harold smiled and chuckled softly, "Teaches them right," he said. "I overhear some of the lewd things they say about the women when they come in. I wonder sometimes if they'll ever grow up and become adult."

Lucy laughed along with Harold then turned and headed out to her waiting cab. Told the cabbie to return to her address where she paid him for the ride and tipped him. She entered her house, walked into her kitchen for a coffee and dumped the mail on the table to begin the process of sorting. Halfway through the junk mail and bills she came across the invitation from her alma mater for an upcoming reunion. At first she was going to throw it away with all the other junk mail, but then set it in front of her thinking and remembering.

*****

Lucy had been excited about attending college and looked forward to her classes in Business Management as well as making new friends. She had readily made some new friends, but none of them male. She still had never been asked out on a date. The closest she had gotten to any of the boys was if one asked her to help tutor them in one of her classes. Then she met Vincent who needed tutoring in one of the business management courses. She had a secret crush on him and was delighted to give him the required assistance.

Vince had always been polite during all their study sessions together. It stunned her one evening when he asked if she would like to go out to one of the local pubs with him the upcoming Saturday. She smiled enthusiastically and agreed. When she had returned to the dorm that evening, she informed her friends and roommate Brenda that he had asked her out.

Saturday finally came; she dressed and waited for Vince, but he never showed. Later she learned that her roommate, Brenda, had convinced Vince that he could do "better" with her instead of with Lucy. Lucy was crushed and went to confront her roommate in the shared cafeteria the following afternoon.

Brenda became quite vocal, "Why would he want to go out with you Mousy Brown when you aren't even in our league? You'd be better off going to the local pound to choose a date." Brenda didn't come from a rich family, but had received a scholarship to attend this college.

Brenda's statement brought laughter and some ridiculing comments from everyone in ear shot and tears to Lucy. She left and asked to be assigned to a different room. She was given the nickname "Mousy Brown" from then on and had endured the onslaught of jibes and sarcasm. 

Lucy was always crushed and hurt by their words and pranks, but was determined that they weren't going to drive her away and make her leave college. She was never again asked out and finally finished her degree; leaving the college and never returning.

***** 

Lucy once again stared at the invitation and smiled. Wouldn't they be surprised at how she turned out; beautiful and rich? She wondered in her mind what there reaction would be; playing it over and over again in her mind in different scenarios. Surely Vince and Brenda might be there; she'd heard they had gotten married and, in fact, had a son who attended the same college. 

Then Lucy decided it just might be worth the trip after all. She picked up the cordless and dialed Marsha at the Escort agency to inform her that the following weekend she would be out of town. Marsha wasn't happy, but seeing that Lucy was one of the best decided to concede to her wishes.

Lucy then went online and arranged for the penthouse at the hotel near the college and gave them a list of specifications she required; then arranged the use of a limo for the entire weekend. She went upstairs to decide and plan her wardrobe for the upcoming events. She couldn't help but smile as she was deciding the perfect way to get even with Brenda for the humiliation she had suffered.

*****

The limo met Lucy at the airport and conveyed her to the hotel. She smiled at the doorman who rushed to greet her as he called someone to retrieve her luggage. The manager himself, Mr. Matthews, of the hotel greeted her in the lobby and handed her the plastic key card. He was handsome, muscular with brown hair; slight graying at the temples. His warm brown eyes looked her over and smiled at what he saw. 

The attendant followed her to the elevator and up to the penthouse. Champagne, fruit basket and roses were waiting in greeting for her. She gave him a fifty dollar tip and brilliant smile. He stammered all over himself in thanks and then left.

Lucy checked the suite over before stripping to enjoy a hot bath before the evening's beginning reception; she had a small case of nerves. When she went into the bathroom, she looked for the rose scented oil she had requested and could not find. She picked up the phone and called downstairs requesting the manager.

"I requested rose scented oil for my bath. Where might I locate it please?" she asked.

"I'm sorry Miss Brown. It must have been an oversight of my staff. I'll locate it and have it brought to you immediately," he responded.

"Thank you," she said and hung up. 

Lucy took the plush robe of the hotel off the door and waited in the entry room. When the door chimed, Lucy checked the peephole before she opened the door. The manager was standing there and she smiled and thought 'perfect way to calm my nerves'. She undid the sash slightly opening the top portion of her robe before opening the door.

"Please bring it to the bathroom," said Lucy.

Matthews stepped inside still looking at her body and slightly opened robe; Lucy detected the rising bulge in his pants and smiled. He followed her to the bedroom and she stood by the bathroom doorway waiting for him to enter and leave the oil. He entered and placed the container on the counter near the tub.

Her voice silky and soothing said, "I wasn't planning on giving you money for a tip, but maybe there's another way to show my appreciation," and she let the robe fall to the floor. Matthews was quick to step up and crush her to his body as he kissed her hungrily. His hands roamed her body feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Lucy broke the kiss, walked to the bed and crawled in, "Why don't you undress and join me?"

Matthews stripped quickly and Lucy smiled at the size and width of his cock. He quickly straddled her body kissing her hard and fast.

Lucy pushed him away a bit and smiled, "Slow down. I don't have to be anywhere for a few hours. Let's savor this time together."

He smiled and then kissed her more gently savoring the sweet taste of her mouth; exploring it with his tongue. She ardently returned his kiss also probing his mouth with her tongue. Matthews kissed down her neck and she moaned in delight to his lips. His hands cupped her breasts as he eased down her body; mouth and teeth becoming acquainted with its feel, taste and arousal.

Lucy could feel his pre-cum snaking its way down her stomach and knew he was overly excited, but seemed to be taking his time to make sure she was pleased. She moaned softly at the pleasure he was giving her body. She rubbed his back and occasionally raked her nails softly over it.

Matthews inched his way down her body and crawled between her legs looking at her shaved pussy. His tongue glided across her mound tasting and occasionally nipping. She opened her legs wider to allow him access. He smiled and placed his hands under her ass to bring her pussy up against his mouth. He breathed in her scent and his tongue dipped into her vagina searching for the source of her nectar; probing as deep as it could go and massaging the sides of her vaginal opening. She moaned loudly and humped into his face.

He lifted her ass a little more licking down to her puckered anus. His tongue rimmed her teasingly before finally inserting, probing and tasting her there. She moaned even louder and yelling "Yes!" He remained several minutes before making his way back to her vagina which was very wet and slick.

"Fuck Me!!!!" Lucy screamed.

Matthews quickly lined up his cock and slowly inserted it. Her vaginal walls clutched tightly around his shaft and he was afraid he would loose control. Being nine inches long and three inches wide, he had to always be careful when it came to sex. Most women found him too big to take so it was a surprise for him that Miss Brown engulfed him completely.

He stayed braced tightly up against her as deep as he could go and relished the feeling of being completing buried inside the woman. She started humping against him and crying for him to fuck her hard and fast. He was so near to shooting his load and he could tell that she was close to an orgasm as well.

Matthews started to pound into her hard and was a bit surprised when she kept saying "harder; faster" to him. He was sweating now trying to give her what she was asking for when he felt and saw her orgasm; a few more strokes and he felt his balls tighten and then his cum shoot into her depths. He collapsed on top of her and breathed heavy; somewhere his brain told him she smelled like roses. He finally eased off her body and rolled next to her cuddling against her.

Lucy felt sated and languished in a post orgasm state. She felt Matthews move next to her body, opened her eyes and smiled into his. "What's your first name?" she asked.

"Ernest," he returned her smile.

"Thank you Ernest. That's what I call satisfying a customer," and she laughed lightly. "I know it's too late to worry about this, but are you married?"

"Yes it's too late, but no I'm not," he replied.

"Good then there's no guilt trip or anything unless you have a girlfriend or something," she smiled.

"No, actually broke up with one about a month ago. Wouldn't mind another one though," he said as his hand ran across her stomach.

"I'm not the girlfriend type Ernest; if you're looking for a wholesome clean girl, those days are long gone for me," she said looking intently into his eyes. "Let's leave it at that and maybe we can just have some more sex while I'm here this weekend. After that I'll be gone again."

Ernest thought a moment over her words and mentally shrugged his shoulders, "Okay; it's a deal. I'm usually on from 9 am to 5 pm; after that I'm available."

Lucy smiled and then kissed him lightly on the lips. "If I didn't have this function this evening, I wouldn't mind having you fucking my ass with your cock as well as you did with your tongue," she said.

"When will you be back from your function?" he inquired.

"I'm not truly sure. Maybe sometime between 10 pm and midnight; depends on what is happening and what happens," Lucy said.

"Would you like me to let myself in and wait for you? Maybe give you some post stress event relief?" he smiled.

She kissed him again, smiled and then caressed his face. "I think tomorrow would be better for me and I'll be receptive of it. Now; why don't you take a shower before you go and I'll tend to my bath," Lucy said as she made to get off the bed.

Ernest rolled off the bed and offered her his hand to help her stand. "I'll see a fresh comforter is placed of this bed before you get back." He smiled and then kissed her again before entering the bathroom and the shower stall at the other end.

Lucy was soaking in her bath when he finished and walked past her to retrieve his clothes. He dressed and then stood in the doorway taking in the site of her.

"I'll make sure room service cleans the bathroom also before you return," he said and then left.

*****

The limo pulled up and came to a stop in the street next to the building that held the reception. The chauffer got out and walked to the door, opened it and extended his hand to assist in helping her to exit. He once again admired the appearance of his client before releasing her hand.

Since one of the school's colors was red, Lucy wore a sheer red dress which barely covered her braless breasts and, as almost all her dresses, came down to the top of her thighs. Nestled in between her breasts hung a huge diamond heart attached to a platinum chain; a gift from a sultan who had wanted her to be part of his harem. He had also been a prince and international student from her college. Her red lace silk thong was more like a g-string and she wore her four inch matching heels.

Lucy slowly sauntered toward the building noticing how the college boys outside was taking in the view of her body. As she reached the door, one, braver than the others, ran and opened it for her. She recognized him from the picture off the internet; he was Vince's son and star quarterback of the team.

Lucy smile and lightly stroked her fingers on the side of his face. "Thank you," she breathed smoothly. "It's nice to see manners have not been forgotten especially in such a handsome man as yourself."

Daniel felt a tightening in his groin at her touch and words. He had never met a woman so hot in his life. He smiled back at her, "You're most welcome. My name is Daniel Edwards. You're here for the reunion reception?"

She let her fingers linger a little long before withdrawing her hand. "Yes I am. I take it you are a student here?" She saw his sexual attraction and watched his eyes dilate as his breathing increased.

"Ah ... yes I am; I here on a football scholarship. My parents are already inside; maybe you know them? They're Vincent and Brenda Edwards," he said. His cock was pushing hard against his jeans and he looked briefly down at her hardened nipples before once again looking into her eyes.

Lucy showed mock surprised, "Why yes; I do remember them quite well, but I haven't kept in touch with anyone here since I left."

"I'd be happy to escort you in and introduce you. Ah ... I'm sorry I don't know your name," he was feeling a bit flustered.

Lucy once again stroked the side of Daniel's face, smiled and looked deeply into his eyes. "My name is Lucy Brown. That would be so kind of you, but I don't know how they will take my appearance here. They didn't like me very well in college you see. I wouldn't want to be the cause of conflict between you and your parents. That's a shame really."

His face grew questionable at her reply, "Shame?"

Lucy turned to him with a coy smile and then trailed her fingers down his neck and shoulder, "Yes. When you appeared, I was contemplating on how sexy you might look without clothes on, but now being their son ..." she sighed lightly. "Well, I guess I'll just have to have my fantasies about a young stud like you instead."

Daniel's heart skipped a beat and his cock was throbbing insistently upon hearing her words. She wanted him and he as hell wanted to fuck her. "I'm a legal adult and can make my own decisions without the aid of my parents. If they have a problem, then it's theirs and not mine. I definitely would like to get to know you better." He felt wound up with anticipation. 

Lucy smiled seductively at the young man, "I take it then that you have your own place; not a dorm room. Someplace where we could be alone for a couple of hours at least?" she asked as her hand trailed down his chest and lightly stroked his nipple.

Daniel's breathing picked up harder and his eyes lit up, "Yes I do. I have my own apartment; no roommates."

"I think this reception is over in a couple of hours. Why don't you give me your address and we could meet there and fulfill our fantasies?" said Lucy.

Daniel smiled, "That would please me. Shall I escort you in?" and he offered her his arm and told her where her lived.

Lucy accepted his arm and walked into the building. The large woman at the reception table had been one of her tormenters, Susie Collins; her nametag indicated. 

Some of the general noise quieted upon their entrance. All the men stared at Lucy trying to figure out who she was and most of the women gave the men angry glances. Lucy stood in front of Susie who had a fake smile pasted on her face, "Name?" she asked a bit loudly. It seemed the room had almost turned deathly quiet as everyone listened for the reply.

Lucy smiled dazzlingly at the sour woman and just a bit loud said, "Lucy Brown; but I'm sure you'd prefer to write 'Mousy Brown' on the nametag."

Somewhere across the room someone dropped a cup of punch and shattered glass covered the floor. Susie's mouth dropped open and she hurriedly wrote Lucy Brown on a name tag and handed it to me. "If you'll just put in on your dress ..." started Susie.

"I'll just carry it thank you. I don't plan to ruin imported silk," said Lucy as she took the card from Susie.




Lucy Ch. 01



"Lucy!" a familiar masculine voice yelled from across the room and Sultan Abdul came striding over with his body guard in tow. "My love, it pleases me to see you wear my little trinket between your lovely breasts." 

Ignoring my escort, he stepped in a kissed me passionately. I smiled when he released me and gave him homage. I noticed that we had become the focus of the room.

"Ah ... I am being rude Lucy. I see you have a young escort this evening, but I wished to see you once again; maybe persuade you again to be mine," he said in all sincerity.

"As always Sultan, I am honored by your request, but have obligations within my own country that require me to remain. My young escort I met outside and he honored me by bringing me in to the reception," Lucy said.

I now noticed that Brenda and Vince had come and stood behind their son, but I ignored them. Daniel tightened his grip a bit on my hand. His head turned when his father laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Son, maybe you should leave now," said Vince.

I turned at the sound of his voice and beamed a huge smile at his face. "Vince! Brenda! It's nice to see you again," I said pleasantly.

Brenda scowled at me, but I detected sexual attraction in Vince's eyes. Brenda had turned quite plump, but Vince was still very attractive and muscular as always.

I turned to Daniel and laid my hand on top of his and smiled, "Thank you for escorting me. I wish you well in the football game tomorrow," and then kissed the side of his face. 

"Thank you for allowing me to Lucy," he said and to even my shock kissed me just as passionately as the Sultan had. When he broke the kiss, I smiled delightedly at him and gave his hand a gentle squeeze signifying that I would meet him in a couple of hours. He stared momentarily at his mother's stricken face and then at his father's stern face before saying, "I'll see you later." He turned and left.

I smiled innocently into both of their faces, "I take it that he is your son."

"You should know," quipped Brenda.

"Brenda dear; this is my first time here since I graduated. How should I know?" I rebuffed her comment.

Vince put a firm hand on Brenda's shoulder, "She's right Bren."

"I think you have raised him well. He was well mannered enough to open the door for me and then offered to escort me inside. I found nothing wrong with his offer and kind gesture. The kiss though ....," and I smiled, "was perfectly passionate."

"You leave my son alone," said Brenda angrily.

Vince once again tightened his grip on Brenda's shoulder while she shot dangers from her eyes.

"What did he mean when he said he'd see you later?" asked Vince.

"Oh that; well I made a date with him for sex; that's all," I said sweetly. 

The Sultan started laughing at my side. "Oh Lucy; you're such a delight and what a lucky young man."

"I don't want you to go," said Vince still trying to look stern, but now with arousal of his own.

"I don't think so. You see ..." and I pointedly stared at them, "I don't just not show up for a date and stand up anyone."

Brenda had the decency to blush, but Vince was puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh Vince; I'm talking about my date with you. You remember? You asked me to go to the pub, but never picked me up. I know how it feels to be stood up and I've never disappointed my dates by doing it to them," I said.

An anger and sadness showed in his eyes. "I came to pick you up, but Brenda met me and told me you didn't want to see me. She offered to go with me instead."

All eyes were on Brenda. Tears started forming in her eyes and she ran out of the room; probably to the ladies room.

Vince turned to me, "I'm really sorry Lucy. I really didn't know." He turned and started to go, but I placed my hand on his arm.

"Would you wait; I think we should talk," I said and then turned to the Sultan. "My dear Abdul, would you please forgive me as I think Vince and I should talk privately on this matter?"

"Yes; it seems you have much to discuss. It was wonderful seeing you again lovely creature," and he kissed me again before leaving.

"Why don't we step outside in the cool evening, walk and talk," I asked Vince.

He offered me his arm in much the same manner as his son had and we walked from the building. We walked a bit away from the building and sat quietly on the cement bench that was located in the shadowed area. His face still looked stricken and sad.

His voice, when it finally came, was laced with sadness as well, "I never knew. I liked you so much and it hurt that you didn't want me. The manipulative little bitch!'

"I'm sorry Vince; if it helps any she was just as mean to me the next day." I related to him the incident in the cafeteria which brought about my humiliation and suffering during my final years at the college.

When I finished with my story, Vince sat in silence for a while. "I don't know what to say," said Vince. "She's hurt us both." 

Vince finally turned to me, then gathered me in his arms and kissed me passionately. "I wanted to do that all through our study together and then finally got up the nerve to ask you out. I'm sorry; I should have asked, but I just had to know what it was like to kiss you. Tell me; are you really going to have sex with my son?"

I sighed, "Yes Vince; I promised him. I will not hurt him as I was hurt and I told him it would only be for a couple of hours."

"He's only nineteen," said Vince. He looked at me and I saw the longing in his eyes.

"You prefer it was you instead of him?" I asked.

"Yes Lucy; I do," Vince said.

I tilted my head a little and studied him, "I take it that your marriage to Brenda isn't going well; am I wrong?"

"I've had lots of affairs; each just as unfulfilling as my marriage," he stated hollowly.

"Vince," I started, "I'm an escort. I don't think you want to marry someone like me. Yes; I'm wealthy and could retire, but they'd be somebody just like the Sultan who would know who and what I am." 

I gave a hollow laugh myself, "I guess you could say that Brenda drove me to it by making fun of the way I looked and how poor I was, but that was only part of it. I walked into it with my eyes wide open."

"I still want to spend the night with you Lucy. Would you do that; take me instead of my son?" Vince asked and he put his arms around me.

"How would you profess I cancel my date without hurting him Vince and how can you spend the night with me when Bren is with you?" I asked.

Vince didn't answer; he whipped out his cell phone and made a call. He called Daniel's football coach and told him his son was planning on having all night sex and he was wondering how that was going to affect the team's chances of winning the game. He smiled afterwards, closed his phone and smiled at me. "The coach is personally going to his apartment to yell at him. There's no way you're going to get past him."

I laughed and then so did Vince. "Where are you staying Lucy?" he asked.

"I'm at the West Imperial," I replied.

"So are we. What room are you in?" he asked.

"Penthouse," I replied.

"Do you need a lift?" Vince asked.

"No. I've got a limo waiting; all I have to do is beep him."

"That's even better. You beep him and I'll have someone take Bren the keys to the rental. I'll meet you at the limo; that is, if it's okay with you?"

I laughed, "I'm just following your plan. It'll take him a couple of minutes to arrive in that street over there," and I pointed at where I had been dropped off earlier.

"I'll be right back then," said Vince. He stood and returned to the building.

I pulled out my beeper and signaled the driver I was ready. I got up and slowly walked to the street. In a few minutes the limo pulled up, the chauffer got out and opened the door for me. I heard my name and Vince came swiftly to join me and we both got in.

"Where to?" asked the chauffer.

"The hotel please," I said and then engaged the privacy window. "We'll be there in a few minutes." 

Vince smiled and leaned over to kiss me deeply and passionately. He broke the kiss and smiled at me. "You're still so very beautiful Lucy, but I only wished you hadn't changed you looks. I liked you just the way you were."

**** To Be Continued



Lucy Ch. 01



Chapter One: Paula seeks out her Teacher

I was so nervous as I walked into the club. I mean, this was a gay club and here I was --a married woman- walking in on my own and looking for my Teacher. 

Not only that, I'd dressed appropriately in the hope of turning her on as soon as she saw me - a simple black dress, very short with buttons down the front, with my nude lacy thigh highs and a skimpy black low rise bikini thong.

What was I doing here? That's a good question. Lucy and I had been online lovers but that had come to an abrupt end when my husband found out. God, I don't even want to go there. So I'd given up my contact with my Teacher for around a year until by accident we found ourselves both online at the same time. 

It was bizarre how a single moments contact stirred up all the old feelings again. In just a couple of minutes talking to her I was wet and masturbating again. She didn't believe me --patronising, she called me- when I told her that I still masturbated thinking about her. It was true. And there I was, doing it again.

I made my way to the bar and ordered a stiff drink for courage. I'm not a drinker --any cocktail, I said- and I'd finished it within thirty seconds, coughing embarrassingly as I took it too quickly.

"You okay?" a woman to my left asked, putting a hand on my arm.

I smiled at her and wiped a tear from my eye. "Fine thanks," I shyly replied, then turned to make my way to the dance floor. That's where you'd be. I ignore the stares I got as I moved through the busy club and a couple of times, I felt a hand stroke across my ass. 

I didn't look, it was my Teacher I wanted, but the touches made me feel even hornier than I already was. The music was blasting out and it was difficult to hear yourself think. I'd had no idea what to expect and the excited chatter, laughs and hot atmosphere hit my loins. God, women were actually cuddling on the floor. To my right, one woman had her hands underneath her girlfriend's skirt as they swayed to the music; and across for them another woman actually had her top off. Her breasts bounced with each move of her body.

I know I was late getting there, but it seems that a combination of the drink, music and whatever else had the party in full swing. I wondered if the club was full of lesbians or whether there were bi people like me? Lucy hated me being bi.

Whatever, the mood was definitely approaching an anything goes state and it both excited and alarmed me. Then I saw you.

Your hands were around some woman's neck --some bitch you'd probably picked up tonight, I angrily thought- and you were dancing close together. I moved across towards you, standing behind the woman and ignoring the heaving bodies dancing so hotly all around me. 

The look in your eyes when you saw me was priceless.

One hand went to my hair, pulling it onto the top of my head as I began to sway my body. I know I can be a sexy bitch on the dance floor and I swayed slowly, watching as your eyes ran across my body. God, I was so wet...

I saw you whisper something to the woman and her head jerked around to look at me. Her eyes flashed angrily and for some reason that made me feel good. I watched as your tongue ran up her neck and then you whispered in her ear. With another angry glance in my direction, she shook her head and trounced off, leaving us facing one another.

I moved my body faster when I had your full attention. My hips quickly found the beat, matching the deep throbbing of the heavy music. I'd show you what I was all about. What you were missing. I pouted at you as I grinded to the music, tossing my dark locks, then pulling them onto the top of my head again and allowing them to fall back onto my bare shoulders. 

I flicked up my little black dress, flashing my matching black thong. Fuck, I felt so hot, so alive.

When you covered the distance between us, I expected you to begin dancing too but instead you circled me, like a lioness stalking its prey. I felt your hands behind me, on my waist. Then yr lips were on my neck and your breath on my cheek as you ground your body against my back, your groin fitting perfectly into the swell of my ass.

I couldn't help but lean back into you, two of us joined as one as we swayed to the music. I pushed back into your body, grinding my ass backwards to show you what you were missing. As always, you took control away from me, your hands riding up to palm my braless breasts through the thin dress. I wondered if you could hear my moan over the loud beat?

I could see dancing couples turn to look at us and I grew hotter. When your fingers unloosened a button I thought you were teasing. When they flicked open a second, I knew you weren't. You had them all unbuttoned in the time it took me to gasp and your tongue on my neck had me palpitating. The couples watching us increased and now your hands were on my naked breasts. Fuck, my nips were so hard.

One hand slid down to my stomach and I gasped again. Were you going to finger me in front of everyone? My dizzy state of excitement made me want that. To be taken there, to shopw you --and everyone around us- that I was yours.

I felt you slide my dress down my body and the women watching us cheered. Then your hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. Oh God, you were going to make you go down on you --right there with everyone watching. My pussy was flooding at the thought.

But as you always do, you surprised me...

You kept pushing until I sank to the floor and then your heel was against my body, pushing me until i lay flat. People moved out of our way and I was distantly aware of clapping and cheering, but the buzzing in my libido was drowning out everything else.

I watched as you stood above me, planting one leg either side of my body and then reaching under your skirt. You slid your panties down and the kicked them off, not caring where they went. Slowly you crouched over me, pulling up your skirt to show me and the women around us the pussy I was so hungry for. When you were so low I could almost touch you, I could see the glistening moisture on your juicy cunt.

I raised my head, desperately flicking out my tongue, but each time I tried to swipe it across your lips, you raised your hips a little.

"Please..." I whimpered, staring at your glistening treasure.

"Want it?" I heard you say.

I nodded, licking at you again, but this time you slowly began to stand up.

"I told you that if you wanted my juicy cunt you had to earn it, babygirl," you said, smiling down at me with a look of complete control in your eyes. "Are you ready to prove that you deserve this...?"



Lucy Ch. 01



Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. These stories contain consenting adults in sexual situations. If reading BDSM offends you, find something else to read.

Chapter 1 -- Stability, Boredom & Curiosity

I looked around the bright room, but wasn't impressed. A fortnight ago, I'd told Nik I wanted a new toy, so he'd hired a function room from a hotel in the city, and advertised to our small community that a gathering was being held, and all willing subs come forward for a night of surrender.

As our rules dictated, along with inhibitions, clothes were left in boxes at the door, but as the organiser I was entitled to clothes, and Nik had dressed me in a baby pink corset, skirt and white stilettos. Quite a few subs had turned up, as well as Doms, and a few new faces were mixed in amongst them. Some we'd played with before, and the brave ones had approached us already, but none had caught my interest, and everyone quickly fell into small orgies, toys and rope were littered everywhere. I released Nik from my side, and my dark haired lover was now whipping and slapping a young, hogtied blonde.

I sighed inwardly at the room and sat on an elevated chair, watching the young girl writhe, her squeals muffled behind a ballgag. Nik looked as bored as I felt. If he'd really wanted to, he could turn those squeals into screams, rip endless, unexpected orgasms from her body and leave her tied up on the floor. I loved watching his passion take hold of him like that, but we rarely found a sub so willing.

"Mistress?"

I turned to look at the only other fully dressed person in the room. The functions manager, a dedicated lifestyler hired us this room at a hefty fee for our regular gatherings.

"Yes?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's nearly midnight," he said nervously, and I nodded. 

"Disband them then," I said, dismissing him with a wave of my hand. "Nik?"

My lover immediately dropped the whip and walked away from the bound girl. He retrieved his shirt from the back of a chair and came to my side again.

"Are we taking anything home?" he asked, giving me a curious look.

I shook my head, and got to my feet.

"I'm sorry, darling, maybe another time," he said, taking my hand and giving me a genuinely disappointed smile.

I shrugged.

"Maybe."

I led us from the room, while the others started redressing.

"What I really want," I said once we were out of earshot, "is something so new it doesn't know what boundaries and safe words are. Something I can break and put back together perfectly," I added as we walked through the hotel lobby.

Nik looked thoughtful as he held the door open for me.

"Male or female?"

"It doesn't matter," I replied smoothly, leading us back to the car.

Nik unlocked it and held the back door open for me. Giving the hotel a dark frown, I got in.

I didn't speak the whole way home, I didn't need to. Nik knew what I was thinking about, and left me to my thoughts. As soon as we arrived home, I let him hold the door for me, and walked silently to our bedroom.

He undressed quickly, and I let him undress me as well. He was always gentle, he loved pampering me, giving me everything so I'd never have to lift a finger. I let him tend to me, rubbing a lavender scented moisturiser over my body, from my toes, which he kissed individually, to my shoulders. When he was done, he kissed the backs of my hands.

"Cuffs," I said, and he gave me that curious look again.

"There's rope in the cupboard, the cuffs-"

"Bruise, and I want that," I cut him off shortly.

Nik nodded and then disappeared. We kept a lot of toys in a particular bedside table drawer, but the cuffs were downstairs, and he'd have the walk to the basement dungeon to ponder the rest of the night. I opened the drawer, and pulled out a length of material. We were going to make noise, and Nik still hadn't organised soundproofing for the bedroom.

Within moments, he was back, two pairs of metal handcuffs and the little key that belonged to them in hand. I motioned for him to turn around, and I wound the material in my hands around his head. He bit down on the cloth, and I tied it into a double knot behind his head.

"On the bed, on your back," I said quietly, and Nik nodded once again before lying still on the bed.

My lover's greatest gift to me wasn't the dresses or the comfortable, lazy lifestyle I'd become accustomed to, it was his submission. Nikolai was well known and highly regarded in our circles as being a ruthless and commanding Dom, but when I walked off the street and into the world of kink, he'd gravitated to me like a magnet. Enclosing me in his arms, he'd claimed me then and there, and the backflip he made to move heaven and hell for me at my every whim still made even the most seasoned switchers shake their heads. Not that either of us were completely one or the other. Nik might give me everything I ask for, and everything I don't ask for, but it's always done with such a sense of possession. Yes, I am his Queen, his Goddess, but I am his only. I live in a cage; a golden, velvet lined cage, but still a cage. 

I looked longingly at him, his long, lean form patiently waiting, his dark brown hair fanned out on the pillow. Still without words, I took the cuffs from him, and locked one pair around one of his wrists, linking the chain around the top of the bed-head, and then locked his other wrist in. He watched me move, he'd taught me everything I knew, and he once told me he'd never met someone with an appetite as big as his. I smiled at him then, relishing the sight of his relinquished control, and placed gentle kisses on his eyelids. Moving down his body, I pressed my lips against him, running my tongue a wet trail past his bellybutton to the short line of dark hair above his cock. I gave him a predatory grin, and licked the tip of his cock gently, before taking the entire head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He closed his eyes, his breath coming in soft pants as I licked his engorged head, and as soon as I felt his body relax into the seduction, I grazed my teeth over his slit, making him gasp and tense sharply. Letting the head of his cock fall from my mouth, I blew cold air onto it, and he groaned behind the gag. 

I smiled at his reaction, and leaned over him to re-open the bedside table drawer. I dug around for a moment, before my hands found the items I was looking for. Hiding the small clamps in my hands, I opened them both, and before he could blink, closed them over his pert nipples. Nik screamed against the gag, huffing out breath, and struggling not to twist against the handcuffs. I ran a length of chain between the clamps, and pulled on it, and he lifted himself off the bed slightly so the pain wouldn't be as bad. Ignoring his attempt at lowering the pain I wanted to inflict, I returned my attention to the drawer, and took out his leather cockring, and another length of chain.

He watched, unable to speak, as I clasped the cockring around the base of his shaft. I gave the head of his cock another engulfing warm suckle while I clicked the chain in place, linking it with the chain between the nipple clamps. I pulled the curtain cord off the bed's curtains, and linked it over one of the canopy beams. It fell to about a foot above his body, and I raised the chains to tie them to the cord. Nik was now at the mercy of the curtain cord, the chains from his nipples and cock raised up in a pyramid to meet it. Finally, I walked around the bed and admired my handy-work. I took a short crop from the drawer and closed it. Running my hands down the length of his body, I marvelled at his even breathing, and his warmth. His cock twitched but I ignored it, and lay the end of the crop next to his left nipple, tracing a line across his collarbone, and then down his side, making goosebumps raise. Without any warning, I raised the crop, and landed a bevy of strikes against his ribs, each harder than the last. The hits made his body jump, which pulled the curtain cord enough to straighten, pulling his nipples, and the base of his cock. Nik arched his back at the overwhelming sensations. Just as his panting raised to agonised moans, I stopped, moved over the other side of the bed, and laid into his other side, giving his right side the light taps that turned into heavy blows until his moans had become muffled cries. Tossing the crop aside, I pulled both nipple clamps off at the same time, and Nik screamed against the gag.

"Hush, love. You'll scare the neighbours," I cooed, rubbing his bruised nipples hard enough to make him whimper.

A lesser man would have begged me to stop, but Nik loved me with every ounce of his being, and would never stop giving me everything he had.

I turned back to his cock then, and wrapped my lips around the head, swirling my tongue over it, dipping into his slit, while my fingers manipulated his nipples. His head was thrown back, and the moans issuing from around the gag told me he was caught firmly between pleasure and pain. Mercifully, I drew my hands back from his nipples, and swallowed more of his length, giving him a few moments of sheer pleasure to cling to, until I took firm hold of his balls, and squeezed tightly around them and the base of his member. Another muffled cry reached my ears, and I straddled his hips, tantalising him with the closeness of my sexual heat. I teased him, kneeling so close to his rock hard cock that he could feel how wet he'd made me, but he didn't dare move. His eyes shone with need, begging me silently while I kept one hand on his ball-sac, kneading his shaven balls painfully.

I hesitated then. I wanted to ride my lover hard, I needed it, but my need to inflict more pain was keeping me from lowering myself any further. I looked into his eyes again, and released his throbbing sac from my vice grip. He groaned as I raised my hand to the curtain cord, and pulled the clamps back down to his body. Shaking his head fervently, Nik's experience told him this would hurt more than anything else, he knew that I knew that I shouldn't re-attach the nipple clamps, but I wanted it. I wanted to see tears when I rode him.

His protesting muffles meant nothing to me, but he tried to lift his legs, and struggled more earnestly against the cuffs, making them cut into his wrists. Frowning, I held the clamps in one hand, and slapped his cock with the other, making his whole body jump.

"Be still," I warned, glaring at him.

His eyes told me he was fighting the instinct to regain control, to put a stop to me, so I slapped his cock some more, and tugged his balls hard. Finally, he nodded, and lay his head back onto the pillow, his whole body relaxing in defeat. His erection had softened, something I would remedy once the clamps were secure. Very slowly, I closed them over his already over-sensitive, bruised nipples, so instead of a sharp sting, he felt only the burning throbbing. A strangled cry escaped him, and I relished it, taking his lax cock back into my mouth. I coaxed it awake, stroking with one hand while I sucked and licked at the head, and eventually he betrayed himself by moaning wantonly at my attentions.

Taking a gentle hand to the chain that ran over the bed's canopy beam, I gave it a small tug as I took my mouth from his now re-hardened cock. Nik's eyes flew open again, and he grunted at the pinching on his poor nipples.

"Look at me."

He raised his eyes to meet mine as I lowered myself over his hard-on. He could barely keep them from fluttering as his throbbing member was encased in my tight heat. I pressed myself down onto him until he was completely inside me, and let my body become used to the invasion. 

"Is that good?" I asked, tightening the muscles of my pussy around him.

Nik nodded quickly, and I started a slow, torturous rocking movement, raising and lowering myself on him, holding his hips down so he couldn't thrust up into me. He got used to my slow rhythm, and I began tightening my muscles as I pulled myself off him, feeling his length leave my body and then pushed myself back down onto him, rubbing his cock against my G spot, sending sparks out to every nerve. I joined his moaning, my pace quickening as I rode him harder, making us bounce on the bed, tightening the slack on the curtain cord and forcing his nipples and the base of his cock to throb repeatedly. Soon the throbbing in his body became too much, and he fought to release himself from the gag, tossing his head from side to side. I watched intently, and, still rocking myself gently on his member, leaned forward and pulled the gag undone. Gasping, Nik fought to breathe and swallow as I leaned back again, and started to ride him hard again, his cock constantly pushing against my G spot.

"Please," he gasped, "please, the clamps!"

I slowed my movements to a gentle rocking again, intent on making him suffer, and he moaned helplessly.

"What about them?"

"Please, I need them off," he panted.

I pulled hard on the chain, and he cried out, the clamps pinching his nipples even more, making his cock jerk inside me.

"Miss, please!"

I wanted to sigh, but I didn't, instead leaned close to him, covering his fevered skin with mine. If he hadn't been cuffed to the bed-head, he'd clung to me desperately while my cool fingers teased the irritated nubs. Very quickly, I grasped both clamps, and released his nipples from them. Nik screamed out and arched his back, lifting me along with him. His cock, still rock hard, pulsed inside me, his body threatening to, but unable to topple over the brink because of his cockring.

"Give me your lips," I said, and he whimpered into my mouth as I claimed his soft, trembling lips.

Trails of tears made their way to his temples, and I licked them tenderly, enjoying the salty moisture on my tongue before returning my lips to his, forcing him to part them so I could invade his mouth with my tongue. I fucked his mouth with my tongue, and he sucked greedily at me, sending the sensations straight to my pussy. Lifting myself up, I started rocking myself on his cock again, forcing his chin up to meet my eyes while I impaled myself on him again and again. The tension built inside me, my skin began to buzz and I began to shudder as I felt wave after wave of sweet rapture wash over me, my pussy clenching tightly around Nik as I rode my climax on him. Eventually, I came down from my euphoria, and slowly began rocking on him again, waiting for my body to join my mind back on earth. He was watching me, he loved watching my orgasms rip through me, loved being the one responsible for my passion. 

Momentarily sated, I crawled off him, and pulled the covers up to our shoulders, lying so that he could rest his sweaty brow against my breast.

"Do you want me to take this off?" I asked, tugging the chain linked to his cockring.

Nik nodded.

"If it pleases you," he answered quietly.

I smiled at him then, unclasped the leather strap at the base of his still hard cock, and then cradled his head against my chest before leaning back against the pillow.

"I want you to stay cuffed to the bed tonight," I said, stifling a yawn.

"Of course."

His quiet reply was automatic, and I gave him a curious look of my own, as he curled a cuffed hand through my ginger tresses. He was watching me out of concern, even though I'd spent the night tormenting him and still refused to release him. I smiled, but I didn't feel like smiling; I didn't feel satisfied, I was sure he'd seen me hesitate too often while he was at my mercy.

"Go to sleep, darling," he whispered, finally. "I'll find you a new toy, I promise."



Lucy Ch. 02



Once Tina and Lucy had been experimenting on each other for a few months, Tina was around Lucy's house more and more often and started to get to know Lucy's family a lot better, particularly her brother, John. One day Tina came round to spend some time with Lucy, who greeted her with a warm hug.

"Hey, sorry about this- but my ballet lesson got rescheduled at the last minute and I can't afford to miss it this close to my exam- so why don't you wait here and I'll be back in about an hour- feel free to make yourself feel at home." 

"Alright- thanks, and good luck." She said as Lucy ran out of the door. Once it was shut Tina thought she was all alone and went upstairs into Lucy's bedroom. She sat down and started to read one of the magazines that Lucy always had lying around when she heard a noise coming from across the hall. She stood up and walked over to where it was coming from- which just so happened to be Lucy's brother, John's room. His door had been left open a crack and when Tina peered inside she saw the Buff 6'2 19 year old boy jacking himself off, and she was impressed. She must have stood there for about five minutes before he started to speak, 

"Oh G-d Tina, oh yeah, that's it, uh huh, suck my cock, oh yes, that feels good." He said as he started to pick up his speed. Tina was, by now, utterly horny and she had to admit that while what she had with Lucy was great, she did miss a nice big fat cock. As she thought this she leant forward just a little and the door fell open a little more, so much so that she was now pretty much in his room. But John was so wrapped up in what he was doing that he didn't realise. Almost as soon as Tina smelt the musty smell of his penis and saw the pre-cum glistening on the end of his bulging head, she made up her mind. She went over to him and put her hand on his. He got a huge shock and jumped up.

"Tina- Jesus Christ." He said as he covered himself.

"No- you got it right the first time." She said and laughed," Don't be shy- I want it too." She whispered to him and took his hand away, exposing his penis. She started to feel it and play with it for about a minute before she found it too irresistible and got down on her knees, taking all of it in her mouth. She started to deep throat him and this was just too much for John, who came with an almighty grunt, ejecting streams and streams of cum into Tina's willing mouth. When it was all done she stood up and grinned at him, wiping a small bead of cum from her lip with her thumb before putting it in her mouth and sucking. 

"Now it's my turn." She smiled and pulled off her dress to reveal her bare pussy and pert boobs. 

Twenty minutes later Lucy came through the door- feeling rather angry at her teacher for not only rescheduling her lesson at the last minute- but then cancelling it! G-d that woman got on her tits, she always treated her like a little child- She was 18 for fucks sake! She felt so tense, she just couldn't wait to spend some quality time with Tina and relax. She dumped her stuff in the hall and ran up the stairs to be greeted with the sight of Tina, flat on her back, with her knees around John's shoulders as he pummelled his dick in and out of her ass. Lucy was so shocked she just stood there for about five minutes watching them get faster and faster before they just froze, wrapped up in their simultaneous orgasms. Lucy felt torn- she loved what Tina and she had together- but could she ever forgive her for this. Then, on top of this, she felt horny, which just confused her. As John pulled his slimy dick out of Tina's wet pussy and rolled off her, she caught sight of her best friend stood in the doorway, with tears rolling down her cheeks. She immediately felt guilty and knew that things would never be as they were because she realised just how much she'd missed cocks.

Lucy ran into her bedroom and Tina came in. They had a big row and decided that it would be best for them both if they just didn't see each other any more. They both felt upset, but they knew it was for the best.



Lucy Ch. 02



Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. These stories contain adults in sexual situations. If reading BDSM, stories of non-consent, or stories containing the use/ abuse of prescription drugs offends you, find something else to read.

Chapter 2 -- Lucy's New Toy

I opened my eyes slowly. The sun had thrown a few rays carelessly into our bedroom through the open window, and I frowned at them, disappointed that I couldn't will them away. I stretched, and Nik murmured in his sleep. I watched the rise and fall of his bare chest for a few minutes. He'd almost lost patience with me at one point the previous night, and I wondered for a moment if there was something he needed that I couldn't give him.

Still cuffed to our canopy bed, I decided to leave Nik to his slumber and indulge my need to wake up. I dressed, something I don't do very often on my own, and made my way out the front door to the coffee house on the corner of our street.

It was quiet, still too early for the white collar workers to get their coffees before heading to work, and I greeted Paul, the barista warmly.

"The usual, Ma'am?" he asked cheerily.

"Yes please," I replied, giving him a sweet smile. "Are the scones ready?"

"Yep, just come out of the oven," he said over the coffee machine.

"Two with jam, please," I said, and then turned my attention to the only other customer in the small shop.

He was young, and slight of frame. He was halfway through his coffee, and staring out the window, day dreaming, probably. His coffee was getting cold, sitting on the day's newspaper, and I knew Nik would want to check his stocks once I unlocked him from the bed.

"Excuse me," I said, getting increasingly irritated with the lack of movement the man in front of me was making. "If you're finished with the paper, may I?"

He looked at me then, and I was almost taken aback by the brightness of his blue eyes. They were so clear and vivid, I was sure I wasn't the first girl to get lost in them.

"Yeah, sure," he said pleasantly, moving his coffee cup.

"You're American?" I asked politely, taking the offered newspaper. "Thanks."

His coffee cup had made a ring on the front page.

"Canadian. I just moved a few weeks ago."

I nodded, and was about to introduce myself to the young man, but Paul spoke up first.

"Ma'am, your coffee's up," he called, and I turned back around, paid the man, and took the paper bag of breakfast from him.

"Here I'll get the door," the Canadian said, and jumped up to open it for me. "I'm Sebastian, by the way," he added, still smiling as he held the door.

"Thanks, Sebastian," I said, nodding, "I'm Lucy."

"See you round, Lucy," he said, waving as we parted ways.

I smiled to myself as I walked home. Those bright blue eyes had an innocent charm to them. Balancing the scones and coffees precariously on the folded newspaper, I unlocked and opened the front door, slipping inside and closing it again as quietly as I could. When I walked into the bedroom though, I realised I shouldn't have bothered tiptoeing. Nik was already awake, sitting up, holding onto the bed-head with his cuffed hands, watching the door for my return.

"I called out for you," he said softly, his eyes resting on my delivery.

"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disrupt your sleep," I replied kindly, joining him on the bed.

"You left."

I didn't look at the sad grey eyes, and instead took the key off my bracelet and unlocked the cuffs above Nik's head. He slowly lowered his arms, flexing and stretching his limbs. Angry red scratches lined his wrists, and he rubbed them gingerly with salve from the bedside table drawer. As soon as he was done, I handed him a coffee, the bag of scones, and the newspaper. Sitting up against the bed-head, he opened the newspaper and settled the coffee and scones beside him. One look at me, and he opened his arm, and I snuggled against the side of his chest, content to drink my coffee and press cool fingers onto his bruised nipples.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" he asked quietly, his dark eyes scanning the headlines.

"Mhm, thank-you."

A small smile spread on my lover's lips, and I ran a hand over his chest affectionately.

"Hm, cold hands," he murmured, sipping his coffee.

"I met a young man at the coffee shop, a Canadian by the name of Sebastian. Is that an odd name for a Canadian?" I asked, watching Nik's expression change. 

He raised an eyebrow, and after a minute of reading, his eyes met mine, and gave me a long look.

"What does it matter?"

"Well, he's new to the area, and he held the door open for me when I left," I said softly, and Nik's smile returned.

"Ah, that's why you like him."

My lover knows me so well.

"He seemed, well, innocent," I added.

"Do you want him?" 

Now I had Nik's full attention. Whatever I wanted, he always provided. 

"Maybe. I think if I go to the coffee shop tomorrow morning, he'll be there."

"He likes you? Maybe I should come with you. If he's agreeable we could invite him round for tea."

Tea was the last thing either of us were thinking about. I nodded, smiling to myself again.

Nik disappeared to do some shopping shortly after he'd finished with the newspaper. He'd been quiet, even for him, and I wondered if he was still upset with me for not waking him before I went out to get breakfast, or whether it had something to do with the night before. I didn't want him to be angry with me, so I didn't press him to take me with him when he left. Instead, I sat at his study and logged onto the computer. After reading through the usual emails, I opened my novel, and sat back in Nik's tall leather chair, letting my mind run over the storyline. I was typing furiously by the time he'd returned, his arms full of his purchases.

"I have a present for you," he said by way of greeting in the doorway.

I looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Really?"

"Of course. Here," he said, handing over a decent sized box.

Normally my presents come in designer bags, but this one didn't look like it housed clothes or jewellery. 

"What is it?" I asked, rattling it close to my ear, and playing our usual game.

"Open it and see."

Still smiling, I eagerly ripped the bright pink paper off the box, and then stared at it curiously.

"Nik?"

He couldn't stop the guilty smile reaching across his lips.

"You said you wanted something you could break and put back together again perfectly, so until I find you a suitable candidate, you can play with this."

I looked at the box in my hand, the bright, cheerful lettering on it, and then looked at him incredulously.

"It's a Mr Potato-head."

"Actually, it's a Mrs Potato-head."

Chuckling to himself, Nik disappeared from the doorway, leaving me to stare at the plastic flower hat on the toy's head.

I spent the rest of the day not writing, but glaring at the children's toy, wondering how I could use it to make my lover suffer. Every now and then, I pulled an appendage off it, and stared at it before returning it to the doll.

"How is the writing going?"

Nik had finally popped his head back in the study doorway.

"It's not. Mrs Potato Head is quite the distraction."

"May I suggest dinner, then?" he asked, noticing that the doll had been taken out of the box, and was now perched next to the keyboard.

"It's that time already?"

He nodded and I stood; I wasn't hungry, and I had no interest in playing with Nik like last night.

Sitting together in our living room, I picked quietly at the salad Nik had made for me. 

"What do you want to do tomorrow if your Canadian doesn't show up?" he asked, watching me push a cherry tomato around my plate.

"I don't think I'll get any writing done. Could we go dancing?"

Nik smiled and nodded.

"Of course."

He loved watching me dance, and I loved him twirling me around on the dance floor. Finally, I gave up on dinner, and sat back in the black leather recliner. Nik stood, and took the balancing plate off my lap and disappeared to the kitchen. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice his return.

"Bath or shower?"

I took his offered hand, caught a glimpse of the marks the cuffs had made, and stood, smiling gently.

"Shower. I want to go to bed."

I let Nik set the temperature, and watched him undress. My tall knight turned and on cue, I blushed. I couldn't help it, the way he looked at me as though he wanted to eat me. I felt better under the spray of hot water, and let my lover wash my hair, his fingers running through the tangles gently. I put my hands on his soap-slicked chest, revelling the strength of his body while he massaged mine. Much too soon, he was turning off the taps, and encompassing my shivering body in a big fluffy towel. I dried myself off slowly, admiring Nik's delicious body as he picked up our clothes and put them in the hamper. I yawned twice, not realising how tired I was, and Nik was on me in a second, picking me up easily in his strong arms. He carried me to our bedroom and lowered me into the soft covers. He disappeared from my side for a moment, turning lights off, and then he was beside me, his warm body stretched out along mine.

"Cold hands, again," he murmured, entwining our fingers.

I barely heard him, but looked past him to the alarm clock.

"Have you set the alarm?"

Nik nodded, smiling at me.

"Of course. You're excited."

I had the grace to blush.

"I can't help it. What if he doesn't show up, or we scare him off?" I asked softly.

"Lucy?"

Nik never called me by my name, and I stared at him. He obviously wanted my full attention.

"Please let me take care of this. If you want him, I will give him to you," he said softly, kissing each of my fingers as he spoke. 

I smiled and nodded, letting my lover's soft kisses and caresses lull me to sleep.

Loud ringing woke me. I gave the alarm clock a fierce glare, but it ignored me and kept ringing anyway. Slowly, Nik rolled away from me and slapped the top of it. He rolled back just as quickly. He wanted to keep sleeping, but I stretched and sat up, and he slowly followed suit.

I watched him, with half the covers still pulled over me as he walked into the wardrobe. He pulled a hot pink halter-neck top and black skirt out, and presented them to me, but I shook my head sleepily at him. He disappeared into the walk-in again, and returned with a mauve knee-length dress, and I nodded, pulling the covers back.

It took Nik almost an hour to dress and groom me in the mornings. Sometimes I loved it, sometimes I hated it, but it always happened, whether I wanted it to or not, so I let him enjoy himself as he brushed my hair.

Before he dressed himself, I asked him to lie face down on the bed. I was nervous, we both knew it, and I felt a measure of loss of control. Giving our special drawer an appraising glance, I pulled out the KY and a medium sized butt plug. Nik was shivering in anticipation as soon as he saw it, and raised his ass in the air. Covering my index finger with the lube, I teased his rosebud, making it twitch before pushing my finger all the way into him. A small moan escaped his lips, and he started taking in short breaths, pushing his body back against the shallow stabbing my finger was making. I twisted my finger, and turned it, finding his prostate, and rubbed it heavily, turning his panting into sharp gasps. After forcing another loud moan from his lips, I pulled my finger back out of Nik's ass. He whimpered quietly, but I ignored him, and swabbed the plug with lube. His face was pressed into the pillow, but he watched me with one eye, as I pressed the tip of the plug to his hole. 

"Push back," I ordered clearly.

Without hesitation, Nik lifted himself onto his elbows and forced the plug into his slick hole. As soon as the widest part was pushed around his ring, he paused, and I pushed it the rest of the way in, making him cry out as his sphincter nestled around the thin neck of the plug, forcing him back onto his stomach.

"You can get dressed now," I said sweetly, planting a kiss on the back of his head.

By the time we were both dressed and ready to leave the house, it was almost the same time it was yesterday, and I was starting to feel butterflies in my stomach again. Opening the front door for me, Nik gave me a charming smile.

"You look gorgeous," he said, closing it and clasping a hand in mine.

I blushed. He never ceased to compliment me, but he was the first who did, and it would always make my cheeks flush when he did.

We walked together in silence, the front lawns we passed were still covered in dew, and I shivered against the morning cold. Nik noticed, of course, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. It made walking uncomfortable, but at least he was warming me up. Soon we were upon the coffee shop, and a quick glance through the large window told me Sebastian hadn't returned.

Nik opened the door, and I walked to an empty table to wait while he ordered.

"Morning, Sir, what can I get for you?" 

Paul was his usual perky self, and I wondered absently what he'd be like without the benefits of caffeine.

"The usual, please, Paul," Nik said in his dominant tone. 

The change in tone made me shiver. Nik told me he'd topped Paul once before; the young man was a born bottom, but like most encounters, Nik had kept the affair casual, knowing already that he couldn't take Paul as far into submission as he wanted to. The young man was playfully submissive, not driven by the need to serve.

Nik sat next to me, squirming slightly as the plug pushed further into his body, and I rubbed a soothing circle on his thigh under the table. Paul brought our coffees over, as well as the newspaper for Nik, and went back to his work. I stared out the window while my lover read the paper. He was very interested in all things news and business, but I'd never had any patience for anything to do with the outside world.

A young man in a white long sleeved shirt, and black business pants entered my view, and I squeezed Nik's thigh subtly. He looked up in time to see Sebastian walk through the door to the counter. The young man had given me a smile, but it dropped instantly when he saw Nik staring at him. And now, he was quickly trying to smile again as he nodded, walking past us.

"Just a flat white, thanks," he said quietly to Paul, and then went to the bar to sit down.

"Will you join us?" I asked, gesturing to the empty chair across from me.

"Sure," he said, smiling nervously at me, and sat down in the offered chair. 

Nik leaned forward and extended a hand, and Sebastian took it uncertainly, but regained enough composure to give him a decent handshake.

"Sebastian, this is Nikolai, Nikolai, Sebastian," I said pleasantly, and sipped my coffee.

Paul brought Sebastian's coffee over, and the young man broke the handshake to grasp his cup. Nik leaned back, and I felt him tense again, which made me smile.

"Lucy tells me you're from Canada," Nik prodded, and his voice was like silk.

"Yeah, I just moved a few weeks ago," Sebastian said, glancing between the two of us.

"How are you getting along, then?" Nik asked, watching him intently.

"Okay, I guess. Got a job at the local computer store," he said, shrugging. 

"Cable Ties?"

"Yeah, you know it?"

"I bought a computer from there a couple of months ago, but to be honest, I'm not one hundred percent happy with it's performance," Nik offered, and Sebastian's eyes widened.

"I could take a look at it for you, if you want?" he asked, and I smiled at his eagerness. "I'll be at work all day if you want to bring it in?"

Nik returned his smile.

"Well, we live just down the road. If you don't have any plans tonight, why don't you stop by?"

Sebastian blushed, and shook his head.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude," he said, smiling politely.

I squeezed Nik's thigh again, which made him tense twice. Firstly at my touch, and then again at the plug invading his clamping muscles.

"I just invited you, so you wouldn't be intruding," he continued in a tone that defied argument, pretending nothing had happened.

I nodded as well.

"Nik makes a mean cheese souffle," I added, smiling sweetly at my lover.

Nik had never made a souffle in his life, and he knew I knew it, but he gave me a charming smile, anyway.

"Well, yeah, sure," Sebastian said finally, pulling out a small notepad from his pants pocket. "I finish at five, so is six okay? What's your address?"

Nik gave the young man our details, and I rose, ready to leave. Nik joined me, and we said our goodbyes quickly, making our way out the door. I was careful not to show any hint of affection to Nik, as I was sure Sebastian was watching us walk down the street.

"He seems friendly," Nik began, letting me link an arm through his as soon as we were out of eyesight.

"But?"

"He seems very young," he finished.

The neighbourhood was awake, and I was eager to get back inside the house, but I thought about what my lover had said. Sebastian was probably a few years older than me, but he did seem rather naïve.

"Do you still want to go dancing?" 

Nik held our front door open for me, and I smacked him on the bottom before walking through it, making him jump and groan.

"Yes, please, but we need to take care of something else, first."

Without a backward glance, I walked up the stairs to the bathroom, throwing clothes off as I went. Nik followed, picking up my dress, bra and panties, and put them in the hamper, followed quickly by his own clothes. The bottom of the plug was visible between his butt cheeks, but I waited until he filled the bathtub with hot water before I made a move.

"On your knees, hands on the lip," I said clearly, and he leaned down, pressing both hands on the lip of the bathtub.

I stroked his back, pressing a hand into the small of his back to straighten him out, and gripped the base of the plug, rubbing it in circles against his anal passage. After rubbing against his prostate for several minutes, I stopped, and let Nik catch his breath.

"Do you want more?" I asked, giving the plug a few hard pushes.

"Yes, please," Nik managed to get out, pressing back against my hand. 

"Stay put."

I left the bathroom and headed straight for the bedroom. The drawer was still open from my search for the plug, and I found what I was looking for. Smearing some lube onto the large dildo, I rubbed it all over the skin coloured appendage as I walked back to the bathroom. Nik had obeyed, and couldn't see the large phallus that dwarfed my hand when I approached behind him.

"Push," I commanded, my free hand on the base of the plug.

Nik pushed, and moaned when I pulled the plug out of his ass. His hole contracted, but not completely, and I easily pushed two slick fingers into him, hitting his prostate with them, and rubbed gently over the stimulated gland.

The dildo had a suction capped base, and I planted it directly under Nik and knelt between his legs. With one hand around his waist, I pulled my fingers out of his trembling hole, and, holding the dildo upright, I pulled him back to rest on his calves, impaling him slowly, but firmly on the blunt object at the same time. Nik groaned at the intensely full feeling he was being forced to endure, and leaned back against my chest, heaving in breaths, his eyes shut tight. I held him still, both arms wrapped around his waist, and grasped his cock in one hand, while the other held onto his hip.

Very slowly, I lifted myself off my own calves, forcing him to raise himself up the rubber shaft, and at the same time pulled the length of his own erection. He moaned deliciously as I pulled him back down onto the phallus, and realising quickly what I wanted from him, he began moving of his own accord, pushing himself down as far as he could onto the plastic cock, and then pulling himself up again, while I masturbated his engorged member at a steady pace. With my other hand still on his hip, I kept Nik from increasing the speed of his self-fucking, instead keeping him in a slow rhythm, forcing his body to completely take the invading cock, and raising him until only the tip remained embedded in his burning channel.




Lucy Ch. 02



Finally, he couldn't take any more, and his head rolled back onto my shoulder, an anguished cry escaping his lips.

"Please, please," he begged, but unsatisfied with his lack of vocabulary, I remained silent, only pushing him even harder down onto the dildo, causing him to groan again, his mouth hanging open as I fisted him swiftly.

"Please Miss, may I, may I come?"

He was virtually whimpering, his body shaking with need, and I smiled evilly at him, content to let him suffer the pounding his arse was taking for a few more minutes.

"Yes, love, come for me," I whispered at last, and Nik cried out, falling back against me as he impaled himself hard on the dildo.

With the hand that had been on his hip now braced on the ground behind us, I pumped his throbbing cock with the other, and within seconds, his thick, creamy seed shot from him, his body wracked with spasms as his arse clenched on the invading object. Stringy ropes of come covered my fingers as my lover lost himself to sensation, collapsed against me. I waited, coercing the last drops of semen from his slackening member for him to recover, and when he did, it was with a shudder. 

"Was that good?" I asked softly, and he lifted himself off my body.

He was shaking; his hands still gripping the lip of the bathtub as I'd commanded, but he was leaning forward on his arms now, his head resting on one arm. He was waiting for me to remove the toy for him; he obviously lacked the strength in the aftermath of his orgasm.

"Relax," I said, and with the hand not covered in his come, I gently unstuck the phallus from the tiled floor, and pulled it from his spent body.

Nik moaned pitifully, and dragged himself to his feet. His come was cooling and drying on my hand, and after tossing the dildo into the bathroom sink, I offered it to him. As he'd done so many times before, my lover licked my fingers clean, his soft tongue gently tickling me. His eyes were still half closed, but as soon as he was done cleaning his come off my hand, he checked the water in the bath, and offered me a hand getting in.

We sat together in the large bath for almost an hour, Nik gently tending to me before lying back with a washer over his face. As soon as I couldn't stand the silence any more, I pressed a finger into his side, and he caught my hand under the water, stilling it against his chest.

"Nik?"

Nik took the washer off his face, and looked at me expectantly.

"You're more silent than usual," I said, trying and failing to stop my bottom lip from pouting.

He gave me a small smile, and brought my hand to his lips.

"You exhausted me," he explained, placing soft kisses all over the back of my hand. "Do you still want to go dancing?"

I did, but I didn't want Nik any more exhausted than he was already, so I shook my head.

"No. I want to lie in bed for a while. We should discuss what we're going to do about Sebastian," I said instead.

Nik must really have been tired, because he couldn't hide the relief that showed when I said the word 'bed'. He nodded, and slowly raised himself out of the water. 

As soon as we were dry and nestled together in bed, Nik's living dead state instantly lost it's liveliness. I lay there, watching his even breathing, the worry lines on his face smoothing into a serene expression.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, the room had been thrown into darkness. Panicking, I checked the clock. We had less than an hour before Sebastian would arrive!

By the time Nik had dressed me in a red cocktail dress and black satin pumps, and thrown on his own white cotton shirt and black leather pants, it was ten to six. 

"No time for souffle," Nik said, smiling as he walked away toward the kitchen. 

The doorbell sounded then, and I skipped to the front door. Peering through the keyhole, I saw Sebastian standing there under the front door light, rocking on his heels. He'd changed into a pair of stone-wash jeans and a blue polo shirt. He turned around to admire what he could see of the front garden, and I opened the door.

"Hello, Sebastian," I said, smiling as he turned and the full effect of my outfit did a number on him. "Please, come in," I continued sweetly, gesturing the young man inside.

"Wow," he said gazing around the hallway with wide eyes, "Your house is massive!"

I fluttered my eyelashes, still smiling demurely, and led him to the living room. Nik was already sitting, a tray of drinks on the coffee table in front of him. I bent over, giving Sebastian the perfect opportunity to admire my assets, and picked up two glasses of clear liquid, careful to hand him the one laced with Dexedrine. 

"To red dresses," Nik proposed, raising his glass and winking at me wickedly.

I smiled back, that familiar blush gracing my cheeks.

"Hm. To broken computers," I added, and then we both turned to Sebastian, who just blinked at us.

"Oh," he said, staring at his glass. "To, hm. To working visas," he exclaimed, and raised his glass.

"Cheers," I added, and Nik and I downed our glasses of water in one mouthful.

Still wide-eyed, Sebastian followed suit, gulping down dexamphetamine laced, fifty percent vodka that instantly burned his throat.

"Oh god!" he coughed, spluttering and shaking his head.

"Good, isn't it," I commented, letting my amusement show.

"What the hell?!"

"Vodka, direct from my hometown," my lover explained, an edge of annoyance in his voice.

"Takes some getting used to," I added, kindly.

"Jesus, I'll say," Sebastian replied, struggling not to cough.

"Want a beer?" Nik asked, standing.

"Yeah, please."

Nik left the living room, and Sebastian gave me an incredulous look.

"Is that how you always greet guests?" he asked, his voice still raspy.

I smiled and placed a hand on his knee.

"Always."

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably and looked around.

"So where's this computer?" he asked, standing and edging away from me.

"Upstairs," I replied, as Nik returned, two bottles in hand.

Giving one to Sebastian, he knocked the necks together, and raised his.

"Budmo."

Sebastian smiled, albeit uneasily, but brought the bottle to his lips and took a swig.

"Ah, much better," he said, smiling in earnest now.

Nik nodded toward the staircase.

"Still want to check the computer?"

"Yeah, definitely," the young man replied.

"Head on up. I just need to check the souffle."

I picked up the tray of now empty glasses and made to follow Nik to the kitchen, but stopped as soon as Sebastian was up the stairs and out of view.

"Did you double dose him?" I asked, pushing the tray into Nik's waiting hands.

He nodded, frowning.

"He spat more than half the first one out," he said, emptying his beer down the sink. "It won't hurt him," he added, seeing my concern.

"Well, you'd better get up there," I replied, letting Nik try to soothe the wrinkles between my brows. "Before it kicks in."

Nik nodded, and left me, taking the stairs two at a time. I counted very slowly to one hundred, and then followed. At the doorway of the study, I saw Sebastian sitting at the desk, his eyes concentrating on the screen in front of him, and Nik leaning close over his shoulder. Small beads of sweat lined the young man's brow, but he seemed too focussed to notice my lover's close proximity. 

"You're still going on that one," I said, breaking Sebastian's concentration.

He stared at me, and then followed my gaze to the half empty bottle of beer. It was then he realised that Nik was leaning over from behind him.

"Oh, yeah," he stammered, frowning to himself, and took another gulp. "I've cleaned up the disk space, and deleted a few rogue programs, so you should get a better run out of it, now," he said, and finished the bottle. "Is it warm in here?"

I smiled and shrugged.

"I don't think so. Nik why don't you check the thermostat, just in case?"

Giving Nik a meaningful wink, I watched him leave the room, a smirk on his sweet lips. But it wasn't his sweet lips I wanted. I crossed the room quickly, just as Sebastian stood up, and then closed the gap between us. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, I pressed my lips against his. I licked my way through his surprised, pursed lips, and eventually, he began to kiss me back, drinking me in.

"Wait," he gasped, pulling out of my arms.

He stared at me in shock. We stood there, barely a foot apart, and I stared into his bright, cerulean eyes, which stared back just as curiously.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment we met," I said softly, giving him a coy smile.

"But," he stuttered, glancing at the doorway of the study, "what about your husband?"

I raised my eyebrow, but continued to smile at him sweetly.

"Sebastian?"

"What?"

"Kiss me."

My young Canadian needed no further encouragement, as he pulled me into his warm arms to taste me again.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Sebastian pulled away from me in a flash, his cheeks flushing even more. I glanced at my lover shyly, still wearing the smile I'd donned for Sebastian. He was standing at his full height, his long brown hair fanned out behind him, his dark eyes narrowed purposefully at Sebastian. 

"I didn't, she, but," the young man started in complete fear. 

"Downstairs. Now," Nik said, dangerously soft. "You," he added, pointing at Sebastian, "stay here."

Without looking in either man's eyes, I slipped silently from the room, but with no intention of going downstairs, I leaned against the hallway unnoticed, to listen in. Nik didn't wait for Sebastian to start apologising before laying into him.

"How dare you touch her!"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Don't interrupt! What were you thinking? I invite you into my house, and this is how you repay me?!"

"I'm sorry-"

I heard a sharp smacking sound, followed by a gasp, and realised Nik had just slapped Sebastian, hard.

"You will be."

Grinning widely at the sudden silence, I couldn't help but sneak a peek into the study, and peered with one eye over the door frame for a split second. The vision in front of me was astounding. Nik had one strong hand around Sebastian's throat, almost holding him up by the jaw, the other on the young man's shoulder. But it wasn't their position that amazed me; Sebastian's bright blue eyes had glazed over completely, as though in a trance.

I leaned my head back against the wall, pressing a hand over my mouth to stop an excited squeal. I should never have doubted my love. Nik always keeps his promises.

"Down on your knees."

The words were soft, as though Nik knew the effect his hand at Sebastian's throat was having.

"But-"

More silence followed, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a fly being unzipped, and I almost did squeal my excitement. Every sound they made was going straight to my pussy. I was sure I was so wet I'd soaked through my lace panties. I closed my eyes, waited patiently, and listened to Sebastian's sucking, slurping noises, and Nik's quiet murmurs of encouragement. The muscles of my pussy were clenching with every sound, my nipples tickled hard by the clinging satin dress.

"Mmm, Miss."

Nik's moan was nearly inaudible, but it pierced my ears with intent. I stepped back into the study doorway confidently. Sebastian's back was to me, but Nik's eyes were on the door, waiting for me to rejoin them. His hands were on either side of the young man's flushed face, and he helped Sebastian's bobbing head push his engorged member past his lips.

Silently, I approached them until I was within an arm's length. I watched, fascinated, as my lover's long, stiff cock slid quickly into Sebastian's willing mouth, and back out again, until just the head was encased behind his lips. Sebastian's eyes were closed; he was either enjoying this too much, or he didn't want to visually admit to what he was actually doing.

Nik moaned again, and he closed his eyes as his strong hands forced Sebastian to glide his mouth along the length of his straining cock.

"Swallow," Nik ordered, and Sebastian grunted, but I couldn't tell if it was in agreeance or denial. 

With one hand behind the young man's neck, and the other holding his face, Nik pushed his cock deep down Sebastian's throat, then threw his head back and gasped as the hot, wet flesh surrounding his cock convulsed, clenching around his member. He cried out as he came, keeping Sebastian's head in place, forcing him to swallow every drop. Sebastian continued to struggle, but it was in vain, and he went from gurgling and sucking desperately to smacking his hands against Nik's thighs.

Smiling devilishly, Nik pushed the young man away, and zipped himself up again. Sebastian fell back on the floor at my feet, gasping and coughing. He glared up at Nik, and didn't notice me kneeling down behind him. Before he could react, I had him in my arms, and cradled him against me.

"Ooh, there, there," I cooed happily, "did you enjoy that?"

Thoroughly confused, Sebastian looked back up into my face, his cheeks red, his lips bruised.

"What?"

I smiled and fluttered my eyelashes at him.

"You missed a bit," I added, and picked up a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth and licked my fingertip.

"I think I should go," he said, and escaped out of my arms, but Nik was too quick for him.

He pulled the confused Canadian from the doorway and into his chest, pinning his arms to his sides.

"I think you should stay and make Miss Lucy happy," he whispered coarsely.

"I don't- what- Miss?"

Sebastian turned around in Nik's embrace, and my love let him go. I stood up and brushed my skirt of non-existent dust, then waved my ring-free left hand and smiled innocently at them both.

"You're not married?" Sebastian asked, looking from Nik to me and back again.

"I never said we were," I replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

"But that, you, you!" he exclaimed, pointing at Nik. "I thought-"

Nik chuckled, and I smiled at him.

"You thought what we wanted you to think," he said softly, smirking at the poor boy.

"And I still haven't had my fun, yet," I pouted at both of them, but Sebastian seemed lost.

"I don't understand."

I dropped the act and stepped toward him, letting the leer vanish from my face.

"I wasn't lying before, when I said I'd wanted to do that since the moment we met," I said, approaching him carefully. "But that's not all I wanted to do with you. Won't you stay and play with us?" I asked.

Sebastian was shaking his head, but with Nik standing in the doorway, and me closing on him slowly, he had no where to run to. At that moment, I wondered if he would demand to be allowed to leave, or worse, call the police.

"I'm not into guys," he said, and Nik snorted. "I'm not!" he insisted, glaring at him.

I pressed a hand onto his arm, but Sebastian didn't shy away. His skin was warm, still, and he looked at me with his intense cerulean eyes.

"Best way to break away your inhibitions. Play with just me, then," I soothed, and took his clammy hand.

Nik moved aside, and let me lead Sebastian from the study to the bedroom. 

"I don't know," Sebastian murmured, but he let me pull him by the hand to the side of our canopy bed.

"Sebastian," I said softly, leaning into him.

I could have lost myself in his eyes forever, but it was what I wanted, not what I needed. Instead, I pressed my lips against his, and drank him in, tasting my lover and beer and uncertainty.

"Why don't you lie down?" I asked, and pushed him onto the bed.

He smiled at me nervously from where he'd landed, and I walked around the bed to the second drawer.

"What are you getting?" 

I fished around the drawer for a minute, and then smiled as I found what I was looking for.

"Something special, just for you."

I pulled the cat o'nine tails from the drawer and closed it. Sebastian's eyes widened incredibly when he saw what I held in my hands.

"No. No way," he started, backing up to the headboard.

I frowned and huffed at him sadly.

"You prefer sucking cock?"

Sebastian frowned at me, and Nik walked in the door. 

"Miss, if you don't mind?" he asked, walking up to the bed.

I nodded, and my lover swiftly bent over to Sebastian and held him firmly around the throat.

"You will do everything Miss Lucy asks of you, is that understood?" he asked the wide-eyed young man.

Sebastian's gaze was locked on Nik's, and he could only nod mutely.

"Good boy," he whispered, and holding Sebastian still, he looked at me. 

When both men were giving me their (almost) full attention, I smiled delightedly at them.

"Take off your clothes, then get on the bed, hands and knees," I ordered, and Nik let go of Sebastian.

The young Canadian seemed shocked, but let Nik help him to his feet. Very quickly, he undressed. He was fit, his abs were only just visible, but there was barely an ounce of fat on him. I watched, amused as Nik took his shirt and folded it in his arms, then did the same with his jeans. Sebastian's eyes flitted from me to the bed, his breathing coming in short pants.

"The boxers, too," I ordered with a raised eyebrow, when he put a knee on the bed.

Clearly not wanting the hands around his throat again any time soon, Sebastian did what he was told, and shed his boxers, then knelt down on the bed.

"I don't want pain," he stuttered quietly, still eyeing the whip in my hands.

"Then you'd better make sure I'm too tired to use it," I warned.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, trying to look up at me, but I was already moving around to his head.

Nik, his dark eyes always on me, eagerly unzipped me when I pulled my red tresses forward. Stepping out of the dress, I knelt on the bed, and sat in front of the young man's face, my clean shaven pussy less than a foot from his nostrils, my legs stretched out on either side of his hands.

"Does this answer your question? I want to know if you're as good with girls as you are with guys," I replied, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him.

"Can I lie down?"

I shook my head, still smiling sweetly at him, and waved the whip in front of his eyes.

"I'll get a better mark with this if you need encouragement."

"Okay," Sebastian said, though I thought he must have been talking to himself, because he was staring at my pussy like it was a work of art.

Very quickly, he dipped his head, and I felt his tongue dart out and press directly onto my clit, and then roughly lave downwards.

"Ah! Good lord!" I cried, and brought the whip down swiftly over his back, smacking him over his left shoulderblade. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you always go like a bull at a gate?"

I heard the young man curse in front of me, and brought the whip down hard on his other shoulderblade.

"Stop cussing. Start again, and keep your high school moves to yourself."

Sebastian gave me a fiery glare, which only excited me further, before returning his attention to my waiting pussy.

"Miss? May I?"

Frowning and nodding, I handed the whip over to my lover, and he stood at the side of the bed and crossed his arms, watching for any indication of irritation from me.

"Fair warning, Sebastian. I'm going to start whipping you if you don't get to work satisfying Miss Lucy," Nik said in a dangerous tone.

Instead of replying, Sebastian dropped his head to my snatch, and I felt his tongue gently snake out along the outside of my pussy. Flattening his tongue, he licked up my pussy lips, sucking gently, and I sighed at the soft movements.

"Much better," I encouraged, moaning softly as he continued the gentle sweeps of his tongue, gently dipping into my wet heat as he moved up and down along the slit. " Nik's going to whip you now," I said, and Sebastian shook his head, the sideways movements of his tongue tickling my pussy lips. "Not too hard. Bear it for me?"

Hearing a small whimper from Sebastian, I nodded at Nik and closed my eyes, content to listen to the sound of the snapping of leather on skin, and feel Sebastian's tongue jump against my clit every time the whip made contact with his back.




Lucy Ch. 02



"Use your fingers," I instructed between moans, and felt the young man slide a single finger into my wet heat. 

As soon as my pussy had something to hold onto, I gasped and writhed, feeling every muscle contract around his finger, tightening and clenching. Sebastian sped up his ministrations, licking and suckling on my engorged pussy lips, taking extra care to be gentle when he pressed kisses against my clit, and soon the quickening thrust of his tongue and finger, coupled with the thwacks of the cat o'nine tails had me close to orgasm.

Seeing the signs in my body telling him I was close to cumming, Nik, instead of dropping the whip, increased the strength of his straps on Sebastian, flicking it mercilessly against his whole back, and with every snap of leather on skin, his tongue pushed against my hyper-sensitive clit, inciting more gasps from me, until I was pushed over the edge, and brought both hands down on his head, pushing his face into me as I came hard.

Wave after wave of rapture washed over me, the world reduced to the electic buzz running through my body. Finally, the shudders of ecstasy subsided, and I let go of the back of Sebastian's head. He came up for air immediately, his face red and hot, my juices still on his chin. I barely noticed Nik pulling Sebastian down onto the bed to lie between us, and only faintly felt the fluttering of bedsheets as we were covered with the comforter.

"You two are predators," Sebastian said once his tears had stopped, which woke me from my spent stupor.

I regarded the naked young man lying between us silently, but Nik continued to press the tissue to his cheeks until they were dry.

"Or you were lions in a past life."

"Are you implying we play with our food?" I asked quietly, stretching and smiling at him.

Sebastian pouted at me. Nik tossed the tissue aside, and was pulling something out of the bedside table drawer behind him, and I began to feel sorry for the young man, until I saw the small jar of salve.

"Lie still," he ordered, and Sebastian immediately stiffened.

I saw Nik roll his eyes as he applied the cool cream to Sebastian's reddened back.

"What's that?"

"It'll help heal the bruising."

Sebastian sat bolt upright and clutched his sides. He looked horrified.

"What?!" he gasped.

I cocked my head to the side.

"Are you afraid someone will see them?"

"They won't be visible with a shirt on," Nik added, frowning.

Sebastian was looking between us, uncertain.

"Lie back down, and let me finish."

Nik held a firm hand on the young man's shoulder, and Sebastian shivered, but let my lover press him back onto the soft covers.

"I don't like having bruises," the young man whispered, still frowning. "I don't like being marked."

I raised an eyebrow at him as I watched Nik gently spread the ointment on his back.

"I like it," I said, tracing one of the whip lines. "It's evidence that I enjoyed torturing your flesh. And it's evidence that you enjoyed it just as much, after all, you didn't tell us to stop."

Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the bedding.

"Are you going to deny what happened tonight?" Nik asked quietly, putting the salve away. "Are you going to go back to your life like it never happened?"

We both lay back from Sebastian to regard him, and I gave Nik a significant look. The real reason for leaving bruises was so he had no choice but to acknowledge tonight's activities every time he looked in the mirror for the next week.

"When do I get my clothes back?"



Lucy Ch. 02



It was morning and when Jack went downstairs to turn off the machine he saw that his bitch's cunt was red and swollen. He laughed inwardly, today it was time for the next stage of his revenge plan. Lucy didn't even know what the glory hole was for yet. 

Jack walked into the other room, where Lucy was. The look of anger in her eyes was so extreme you couldn't even pretend not to notice. Jack took off her gag which immediately let all of her feelings erupt from her mouth.

"You fucking bastard you left the machine on all night, when I get home I'll get my dad to call the cops on you!"

Jack laughed knowing that this stage of the punishment would stop her chances of that. "Time for breakfast little bitch."

Jack started to hand feed her some toast but Lucy feigned going to eat it and bit his finger instead.

"Fine bitch, I'll just turn the machine on again shall I?" Jack said walking towards the door.

"NO pleaaaase don't, I wont do it again."

"I told you yesterday how to address me properly. DO NOT DISOBEY ME!"

"I won't do it again master!" Lucy whimpered. Jack fed Lucy some breakfast, he may be a rapist but he didn't want to be a murderer. 

Jack got some ice out of his fridge he couldn't have his bitch's cunt looking all ugly and swollen for todays plan could he? Jack sat by the glory hole and got the first ice cube out. He gently touched it to Lucy's clit he heard a squeal from the other room, he had left the gag off his bitch on purpose, he wanted to hear the reactions. 

Jack rubbed the ice cube around her clit in circles. Then he put the ice cube above her clit and held it there so that the water dripped down over the rest of her cunt. Lucy's moans were getting louder. He then ran the ice cube over the whole of her pussy, when the cunt had adjusted to the temperature, he put the remainder of the ice cube inside her so you could see the edge of it when you looked at the cunt.

Lucy was enjoying the experience, she figured that if Jack was so sadistic he would let her be machine fucked for a whole night then he probably would do a lot worse than this. Plus previously Lucy had been fucked hard, by man and machine, this was nice and gentle and got Lucy relaxed.

Jack, leaving the ice melting inside his bitch, went out to town. He knew a secret and he could use it to his advantage. Lucy's dad had a habit, everyday at 1:00 he would go to fuck a bitch called Miranda, Jack had told Miranda that he would pay her £100, twice the amount Lucy's dad paid her, if she said that she had arranged to be with someone else and that there was a new bitch in town.

While Jack waited for Lucy's dad he decided he should get her ready so he brought his wand vibrator into the room she was in and blindfolded and gagged her, then started his work. Turning the vibrator on he gently ran it over his bitches stomach and up to her tits. 

He held the vibrator on one nipple for a few seconds then pulled it and went on to the next nipple, he did this a few times and then concentrated on the rest of her tits, he spiralled down each one. 

Lucy's breathing was speeding up. Jack put the vibrator on one nipple whilst kissing then swirling his tongue around the other, he then swapped sides and did it again.

Jack could hear from Lucy's breathing that she was on the absolute brink so he kept his hands and the vibrator off her body then abruptly grabbed and twisted both nipples. Lucy's back arched and she screamed through the gag as she orgasmed. Now her cunt was nice and wet ready for the fucking.

Miranda had done her task, Lucy's dad came and asked Jack, who was in a mask, how much it was for a fuck. Jack told him fifty pounds and explained about the glory hole. "I don't care!" Lucy's dad cut Jack short, "I just need to relieve myself, my wife isn't into sex any more. 

Jack showed Lucy's dad the room with the glory hole and then exited the room. Little did Lucy's dad know that he was about to fuck his little girl and it was all going to be on camera.

Lucy's father had a "bam bam thankyou ma'am" way of fucking, he stuck his cock into his little girl's cunt and pumped like a piston fast, as though he had a hidden reserve of energy. Within a minute he had shot his load inside of Lucy and had paid Jack and left.

Jack went into the room where his bitch was and said smugly, "Enjoy your day?" 

After Jack had taken her gag off. Lucy blurted out an indignant, "No!" 

Even though she had enjoyed the ice part and had partly enjoyed the massage.

"No MASTER!" Jack corrected. "And by the way what you said earlier about your dad and the cops, isn't gonna happen!'

"Why, you can't stop me!" Lucy said, holding on to her last piece of hope.

Jack didn't even bother to make his bitch call him master. He showed Lucy the video of her dad fucking her. Jack was expecting Lucy to swear and get angry like she had before but instead she just started crying. Her last shred of hope had been taken from her, now she couldn't even tell anyone when she was freed, IF she was freed. Lucy knew that if she told anyone, Jack would put the video online.

Jack watched her cry and knew that he had drained all of the fight out of her, she wouldn't be rude or disrespectful anymore, even if she was hating it, because there was no point any more.



Lucy Ch. 02 (Corrected)



This version has been edited.

Proofread by Ton8ty. Thank you for all the effort and hard work.

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Lucy looked at Vince sitting across from her in the limo and smiled. "You're just as handsome as ever, Vince."

Vince smiled and yet squirmed under her stare; he had always loved her eyes. His cock was hard and throbbing inside his briefs as he gazed at her body and hard nipples. He cleared his throat, "I always thought of you as beautiful Lucy. I just wish I had asked you out sooner. Maybe none of this would have happened."

Lucy thought for a moment, "I think it would have happened anyway, Brenda being who she was and how she was brought up. With her family's money, she always got what she wanted."

Vince nodded in agreement, "But why me? I wasn't rich and didn't come from a rich family either. Her family has always despised me and threw their wealth in my face for years."

"But you were handsome, intelligent and, more than anything else, showed an interest in me, that's all she needed," said Lucy. "My guess is that Brenda couldn't stand her plain, fat roommate being asked out by a handsome guy." There was a moment of silence.

"Let's change the subject. We can speculate all we want, but we can't change the past. I should let you know that I still plan on having sex with your son and tonight will not change that. I promised him and I've never gone back on my word to anyone," Lucy said, staring intently at Vince.

Vince stared back at Lucy after her statement. "I thought we agreed that I was replacing my son and ..." he said before Lucy cut him off.

"We agreed for tonight Vince, not for tomorrow. Do you find me so repulsive that you don't think I could give your son pleasure also?" she asked, laughing quietly. Vince once again squirmed under her stare, his cock begging for release. He had to remember that she was no longer the quiet and helpful Lucy of his memories, but someone completely different now.

"Let me ask you then," she continued when he didn't answer, "If you had been propositioned by a sexy woman when you were nineteen, would you have turned it down?"

Vince felt his cock press and throb with even greater urgency now, the bulge quite obvious in his dress pants. "No, I guess I wouldn't have, but you've got to remember he's my son and I love him dearly. He's the only good thing that's come out of my marriage."

"And I understand that Vince, but do you believe I would hurt him? I don't think he's a virgin, not the way he came on to me," and she smiled again at her next thought, "Would you care to join us and make it a double?"

Vince's eyes grew wide and his eyebrows shot up at her question. He felt his pre-cum soaking the top of his briefs. "You're nothing but a whore then ..." he started to lash out at Lucy, but was once again interrupted before he could finish.

"I told you that outside the building Vince. I'm an escort; if you wish to call me slut, whore, hooker or prostitute, it doesn't matter to me. I've been called those names before and probably a few you never heard of, but it is what I am." 

Lucy's voice became low and provocative, "I think the idea excites you very much though, both of the Edwards' men using my body for their sexual gratification in all sort of different positions." She smiled seductively into his eyes; she could tell that it did.

Vince closed his eyes, seeing images that she described flash through his mind, gave a low groan and threw himself on the seat next to her. He grabbed her roughly and gave her a forceful kiss ravishing her mouth while his hand slid inside her dress, exposing and squeezing a firm breast and hard nipple.

Lucy's hand reached out, unzipped his pants, reached inside and removed his straining cock. Vince groaned at her touch and thrust his hips forward automatically; it was enough for her to break his hold. She went down on his cock, engulfing him fully, sucking him hard and fast. Vince grabbed her head and forced it violently down onto his hard, swollen member while thrusting deeply into her hot mouth. It didn't take long before he shot his load of cum into her throat and mouth. She swallowed it all, gently milking his cock until he was drained. He finally released her head and then watched as she kissed the sensitive head before replacing his penis and zipping him back up.

Lucy straightened up and smiled at him, "Feel better now?"

Vince moved back to the seat across from Lucy again so he could once again look at her face and into her eyes without twisting. "Yes, you're good," he said, not sure what else he could say.

"Yes I am," she smiled knowingly, "that's why I'm paid well for my services. I can choose to say no to any offer I wish. I've put most of my money in investments which allow me to live in the lifestyle that I do."

Lucy looked into Vince's eyes for a few moments. "If you don't want to spend the night with me Vince, it won't hurt my feelings. The choice will always be yours. I've never forced myself on anyone."

"Now, to get back to where we left off, how would you feel about having sex with Daniel and me together? It would give you the peace of mind that I'm not out to hurt your son; that was never my intention," said Lucy. "My only intention of coming to this reunion was to flaunt my beauty and wealth in the faces of those who had hurt and humiliated me."

Vince was silent for a few moments, contemplating her question. He smiled and then gave a short laugh.

"You've thought of something amusing?" she asked, smiling questioningly.

"Yes," said Vince. "The perfect revenge against Bren; both the men in her life turn away from her for the one woman she's hated all these years."

Vince's face turned serious, "She doesn't know it yet, but I've already started divorce proceedings. I just couldn't take being with her anymore and she can just return to her family."

A touch of sadness filled his eyes and voice, "I always figured that Daniel would probably take her side and go with her, but now you might be just what it takes for him to come with me instead." He then looked at her intently. "Would you be willing? I've never used anyone before Lucy, never even thought of doing anything like that, but would you be willing to help me draw Daniel to my side?" He felt ashamed for asking her such a thing. "I know he loves his mother, but you just might be the edge for him to cross over."

Lucy could feel the love that Vince had for his son. She smiled at his suggestion and gave a light laugh herself, thinking that it was an even more perfect revenge. "Okay Vince; let me call Daniel once we get to the hotel and arrange for him to come out tomorrow after the game. There's a second bedroom in the penthouse if you want to go back to your room and gather your belongings. It's only a suggestion and your choice," she said.

Vince looked up and Lucy could see the hope in his eyes, "I'll take the choice Lucy. I don't want to spend any more time with that bitch and ..." and she cut off his statement again.

"You should know that I'm also having sex with the hotel manager and promised to do him tomorrow evening," she smiled.

"How much are you charging him?" he quipped.

"Nothing, I'm on vacation," she said as she smiled sweetly at his face. "I like sex Vince just like most people; it doesn't always have to be about money."

"I'm sorry Lucy," Vince blushed and sighed. He resigned himself that she was not going to be his exclusively. "Do you want me to leave while you're doing him? Go to the bar or something?"

"I don't think you need to leave. I don't see why I can't do you both," and she smiled again.

Vince's cock started to get hard again thinking about it. "I'll stay then."

"I'll inform him of the change of plan, then. If he wishes to back out, then that will be his choice," said Lucy.

The limo pulled up to the hotel and stopped. The chauffeur opened the door for Lucy and Vince. Vince stepped out and offered Lucy his hand, helped her get out and then offered his arm to escort her. She smiled and accepted. They entered the hotel.

Lucy turned to Vince when they entered. "Why don't you go to your room and pack, meet me at the penthouse and I'll just speak with the manager before heading up. No one here knows who I am or what I do; they just know I'm rich."

Vince nodded in agreement and understanding, kissed her lightly on the lips and then left for the elevator. Lucy crossed over to the attendant at the front desk. "I wish to speak with Mr. Matthews, if he's still here please. Tell him it's Miss Brown." She waited for a moment and Ernest appeared. He smiled and invited her into his office.

"No, that won't be necessary. I think we can have a private conversation if we just step over next to the pillar." She turned to the attendant, "I will be having a guest stay with me for the duration of my stay, a Mr. Vincent Edwards. Any charges for room service or anything else he requires are to be charged to my statement. I'll need an additional key card to give him, please." The attendant reached for a box and handed Lucy an additional card for the penthouse.

Lucy walked away to the large pillar and Ernest joined her, but he was just a bit disappointed by her statement that she had a guest. Once she was sure of their privacy, she turned and smiled at the man. Looking into his eyes, she saw his disappointment and then lightly caressed his face.

"I'm glad you were still here," she said, feeling and seeing his sexual excitement. "Don't be disappointed Ernest, he will be staying in the guest room and, although we will be having sex, that doesn't exclude our arrangement for tomorrow."

His eyes stared into hers upon hearing her words and his cock immediately started to get hard. Ernest smiled and his eyes darted around quickly to make sure that no one was watching. He took her hand to his lips, kissing first her palm and then her wrist and gave a whispered moan showing her his interest. "I had some paperwork that I needed to do. It gives me great pleasure to see you again."

Lucy continued, "In fact, if it wouldn't bother you, he wishes to join us. How would you feel about that?"

Ernest smiled, but Lucy could see his uneasiness. He wasn't sure; he'd never had sex with another man present before, but just the fact she was still willing to have sex with him again was enough. "That'll be fine with me. What time?" he said, his strained yet controlled voice laced with lust.

"Come to the penthouse about nine tomorrow evening. I can't wait to feel that cock of yours plowing my ass," she whispered and lightly kissed his cheek.

Ernest squeezed her hand a little tighter and wished it were tonight, but she made it clear that tonight her interest would be with her guest. "I'll stay here then when I get off work to ensure that I'll be on time." He kissed the back of her hand and then returned to his office to try to and get himself under control.

Lucy made her way to the elevator. When it opened at the penthouse, Vince was waiting for her, holding his suitcase. She handed him the spare card and told him it was his to use. He opened the door and stood aside for her to enter. She walked down the small hallway, into the living room area and crossed to the phone.

"Why don't you get settled in the guest room and I'll give Daniel a call?" she said. She picked up the phone and held it out to Vince. "I assume you know his number," and she waited while Vince dialed it and handed the phone back to her. He left afterwards to unpack.

Daniel was spitting mad when coach came over to his apartment. Damn he wanted her and wanted her badly. He had already jacked off twice thinking of her hot body, voice and the words they had spoken. He was pissed off with his coach, his parents and the damn college. When the phone rang, he answered it with a snarl, "What?!"

"Daniel, this is Lucy. Is that any way to answer a phone?" she asked sweetly.

Daniel blushed even though there was no one to see him, "I-I'm sorry Lucy. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm just put out about tonight and ...;" she cut him off.

"Daniel, don't worry about it. I want you to play well in the game tomorrow, too. I can understand your coach's point of view. I don't wish for you to be too tired and then to play poorly; that would let me down as well as your team. I just called to ask if you'd like to join me tomorrow after the game?" 

"Yes!" Daniel blurted.

Lucy smiled at his enthusiasm. "When does the game end?"

"It's a morning game so it'll probably end around one thirty or two o'clock. Where are you staying?" he asked.

"I'm at the West Imperial; just go to the penthouse. I think we'll have a few things to discuss before we have sex, though," Lucy said.

Daniel had a perplexed look on his face, "Things?"

"Yes, but we won't go into that now. I just wanted to let you know what happened at the reception after you left. It seems we caught your mother in a lie and now she hates me even more than ever," said Lucy.

"Like I told you earlier, that's their problem and not mine," Daniel said.

"The lie we caught her in involves your father and myself. I am letting you know that he's left her. He's my guest and will be using the guest room here. Neither of us is happy about how she ruined our lives, but I feel you're adult enough to know the truth and make that decision for yourself. I'm telling you this because I suspect she will call you," and Lucy sighed heavily for affect, "and probably tell another lie to compound the first."

Daniel was stunned by her words. "Thank you for telling me, Lucy. I'll be prepared for her call."

"By the way, I'm responsible about your coach and all. I'm truly sorry because I really didn't think about how it would affect your game. When your father asked me what you meant when you said that you would see me later, I told the truth, that it was for sex. Your mother got real mad at me as you can imagine. If you want to hate me too, Daniel, I'm sorry." Lucy waited for his answer.

"No, I don't hate you, Lucy. I guess I can see where they're both coming from. I just really, really wanted you and I'm frustrated that we aren't together tonight," said Daniel.

"I think your father showed so much love and caring for you, Daniel. He's so proud of you and just wanted what was best for you and I agreed with his decision. He also knows about us having sex tomorrow and is okay with it," and Lucy laughed lightly, "He even said he wouldn't have turned it down at nineteen either."

'Wow', thought Daniel and gave a little laugh, feeling better too, 'Dad knows and it's okay. God, can it get any better'. "I'm going to work real hard to win that game tomorrow. The sooner its over with, the sooner I can get there and be with you, Lucy." Daniel let his mind drift a bit, thinking over the situation.

There was a long pause and then Lucy asked, "Daniel, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just trying to think about what to say to Mother when she calls."

"May I ask a question, Daniel?"

"Sure, Lucy," he said.

"Well first, I want you to put yourselves in our place, your Dad and me. How would you feel if someone lied and hurt you badly and then turned around and intentionally ruined your and your girlfriend's life out of arrogance and deceit?" She paused to let her words sink in. "I know that your dad and I were poor, but there had been genuine feelings between us," Lucy said.

Daniel thought over her words. "Yeah, I see what you mean. My mother and grandparents have always been that way. My dad always seemed more grounded in the real world."

"I think I'm handling it better than your Dad," said Lucy. "He's pretty torn up about it and, I guess, other things your mother has done to him. That's why I offered my guest room and he accepted. The question is Daniel, how do you feel about the fact that I'm going to have sex with you as well as your father?"

Daniel was quiet while he thought. He was trying to place himself in his Dad's position. He knew that his parent's marriage wasn't a good one and he knew his mother had affairs all the time; he didn't know of his father's but had suspected. Maybe Lucy was the best thing to have happened; the air could finally clear and his parents could get on with their own lives and have a chance to be happy now.

"Daniel?" Lucy asked as the silence drew out.

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking. I'm okay with it, Lucy. I think he deserves some happiness after all he's been through. If they make me choose between them, I'll choose my father." 'And you too,' he thought.

"Then I'll say goodnight, Daniel, and will look forward to being with you tomorrow," said Lucy.

"I'll be there as soon as I can get cut loose. Goodnight, Lucy." Daniel hung up the phone and then unplugged it; he was angry and had no intention of speaking with his mother. He got ready for bed to be well rested for the game and for Lucy.

Lucy hung up the phone and smiled; she could smell Vince's cologne, knew that he was in the room and had heard her conversation with his son. She didn't turn around or move, "Daniel said that if he has to make a choice, then he'll choose you, Vince, over his mother," she said. "He loves you very much and me having sex with you is fine with him; he wants you to be happy." She then slowly turned around to look at Vince.

Vince was stunned as he listened to Lucy's conversation with his son, but couldn't bring it upon himself to interrupt or leave, so he just listened. She even took the blame upon herself for the coach. What she said after she hung up hit him hard and tears streamed down his face. So many emotions were playing inside of him right now, but relief and love were in the foremost. His son wanted him over his mother and was alright about him having sex with Lucy. He felt like a great weight had been taken off his shoulders.

Lucy smiled at Vince, "I think you need a drink, and I wouldn't mind one myself."

Her words sliced into his thoughts, "I'll make them. What will you have?"

"There should be some scotch there that I specified; I'll take mine neat," and she crossed over to the couch to sit down.

"That sounds good to me, I'm a scotch drinker myself," said Vince as he crossed over to the bar.

Lucy smiled when he gave out a whistle and he looked at her. "I'm almost afraid to open this Lucy. This is the most expensive Glenlevit there is!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, and it goes down smooth. We both need some right now, Vince," she said.

Vince opened the bottle, poured them each a double and came over to the couch. He handed a glass to her and watched as she sipped a small amount, letting it lie in her mouth, savoring the flavor before swallowing. "You have excellent taste," he commented. 

"I wanted to thank you for being truthful with my son," said Vince, taking a swallow of the fine scotch and then looking at her.

"I don't know any other way to be, Vince. Lies are too hard to remember, but the truth is always there," Lucy remarked.

Vince nodded his head in agreement, "Still, it means a lot to me. Especially knowing he chooses me over his mother and her money ... that he loves me and knows that I love him," then he smiled and gave a little laugh.

Lucy tilted her head a little, looking at him and waiting for him to continue.

"Lucy, I really wish you had come to a reunion earlier than this!" he said.

"Oh, Vince," and she laughed, "Fate has a way of working these things out. What's meant to be, will be." She laid her glass down on the table and looked into Vince's eyes, "Let's go into the bedroom; the drinks will be here afterwards. I think you've kept me waiting long enough, don't you agree?" She held out her hand to him.

Vince laid his drink down on the table also, took Lucy's hand and stood, pulling her up against his body. He wasn't as rushed now as he had been in the limo and his fingers traced the smoothness of her skin, smelling a scent of rose, and then kissed her deeply letting his tongue explore the recesses of her mouth. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, both lovers breathing excitedly and smiling. He took her hand and led her into the bedroom; she pulled down the covers.




Lucy Ch. 02 (Corrected)



Lucy took off her heels, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. His cock became fully hard, gazing at her in the nylons and garter. Vince removed his clothing while he watched her undress slowly in front of him. She crawled into the bed and he joined her, his cock hard and wanting, pointing out straight towards her. When he lay next to her, he drew her into his body tightly, while his hand explored it and his mouth once again delighting in her kiss. He broke the kiss, once again gazing into her blue eyes and holding her less tightly, more tenderly.

Vince kissed her ear and nuzzled Lucy's earlobe, sending shivers through her body. He was keeping her firmly pressed against his chest and she enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock pressed between their bodies, its heat making her pussy even wetter and more throbbing. He kissed and lightly bit down her neck, producing light moans of pleasure from her lips. He rolled her on her back and bent down to kiss her deeply once again. She interlaced her fingers in his hair and then trailed them down, rubbing his shoulders and back.

He eased a bit down the bed, now resting his hard cock against her thigh. Vince kissed, tasted and sucked her breasts until her nipples were rock hard and their throbbing matched those of her pussy and clit. Her moans grew louder and her breathing was becoming rapid; he knew she was close to an orgasm. 

Vince gently spread her legs, rolled between them and raised her ass. His face dove into her pussy, his tongue seeking out and finding her hot hole. Lucy screamed and arched in pleasure as his tongue fucked in and out of her, wanting the nectar that her orgasm would produce. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, driving them deep and stimulating her g spot; she humped hard onto his fingers hard. Vince's mouth concentrated on her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled it gently with his teeth. She arched her back as her orgasm shattered her body.

Vince withdrew his fingers and started to lick up her sweet juice. He quickly positioned his cock at her entrance and plunged in fully; she automatically encircled him with her legs. Her moans and screams were becoming consistent as her second orgasm was building with each plunge of his cock into her hot wet folds. He then held her tightly to his body while he fucked her faster, his cock pounding her swollen pussy. 

Lucy's orgasm hit and her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around his cock, squeezing and milking it constantly. Vince's cock became harder and he was lost in the sensations. He increased his speed and pounded faster and faster, harder and harder, feeling his balls tighten and then his cum release into her depths with such incredible force. He stilled, lying on top of her, his head in the crook of her neck and their breathing ragged and quick. He raised his head and looked at her face, a face that showed contentment and a smile, lost in post-orgasmic bliss. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him before bringing her lips to his for a deep, soft, sensual kiss.

Vince eased himself beside Lucy and cradled her next to his body, feeling relaxed, satisfied like he had never felt before. No words were spoken while they rested, neither wishing to break the feeling and mood that completely absorbed them at the moment.  

After a while, Vince felt he had to say what was on his mind. "Lucy, if I asked you to quit, would you?"

Lucy sighed and lifted up on her elbow to look into his eyes, "We had this conversation in the limo, Vince. They'd always be someone who knows what profession I have been in. I could retire now and live quite comfortably on my investments."

"Wouldn't you want to retire at sometime," he asked imploringly.

Lucy shifted her gaze from his eyes to where her hand rested on his chest. "Yes," she said, admitting that she didn't want to do this forever and rested her head on his chest.

"Lucy," said Vince, "Please stop." He held her a bit tighter. "I'd really like us to live together and learn about each other. I don't think I can share you with other men."

Lucy thought over his words before she spoke again, "Can you at least share me with Daniel? Someday he'll find someone to love. I'm sure of that."

Vince considered, "I believe the Edwards' men just might be able to satisfy you. What do you say; will you stop?"

"I can't give you an answer right now, if that is what you looking for, Vince. Give me some time to think about it. I think that's only fair," said Lucy.

Lucy lay cuddled against Vince for a while longer, his fingers tracing up and down her arm and back. "I don't know about you," she began, "but I'm hungry."

"I could use a meal too," he smiled and gave a little laugh.

She rose up again on an elbow and looked down in his face, smiling. "There should be a robe on the bathroom door in the guest room; that should be sufficient for inside here, but first, why don't we clean up. I'll use the shower here and you can use the one in your room. If we shower together, then we'll end up right back in bed and I really need something to eat."

Vince smiled, "I get the hint." They both laughed and got off the bed. He walked out and she entered the bathroom to take a quick shower. They met back in the living room area, Vince sitting down and continuing to drink his scotch. She got the menu and they placed their order. As soon as she hung up the phone, there was a loud and consistent knocking on the door. Vince looked at her and she motioned for him to stay on the couch. She went to the door and looked out the peephole. 'Damn' she thought, it was Brenda.

Lucy came back to the living room and shook her head to Vince, "Stay put, I'll handle this." She crossed over to the phone and asked for Matthews.

"Ernest, this is Lucy. I have an irate woman at my door I wish removed. I don't have a bodyguard, but if I have to hire one while I stay here then I believe the hotel should have to pay for it," she said.

"No need for that Lucy, it won't be necessary. I'll have her removed immediately. It's just a guess, but is she the wife of your guest?"

"Yes, it is," said Lucy.

"Then maybe we'll ask her to arrange accommodations at another hotel and I'll alert our security to prevent her from re-entering the premises," Ernest said.

"Just a moment Ernest, let me consult with my friend," said Lucy and she covered the phone with her hand. She informed Vince what was about to happen and he laughed.

"Do it, Lucy; serves her right!" he said.

Lucy smiled, "You know Vince ... Well, I was wondering if you would mind if Ernest joined us this evening. He was really nice about it all, but I could see how disappointed he was. Would you mind? It's your choice," said Lucy.

Vince smiled and laughed, "I'm going to love being around you, Lucy! Sure, it's fine with me. You've made me feel great, in fact, the best I've felt in years!"

Lucy gave a light laugh, "Ernest, he would love for her to be removed and also, if you'd like, you may join us this evening also."

Ernest had sported a hard on ever since their lobby conversation. "I'll see to it right away."

"And Ernest, we just ordered some room service. Why don't you place an order and join us for a meal first," said Lucy.

"I'll see to security first and then come up. Thank you, Lucy," he said and put his hand down on the cradle to hang up the phone.

Ernest lifted his hand back up and called their security office, informing them of the situation and ordering a permanent guard to be on duty by the elevator of the penthouse. He then called the chef and informed him that he would be joining the clients for dinner in the penthouse and gave his order. He cleared his desk and left for the elevator. Mrs. Edwards was being escorted in tears, with a suitcase in her hand, to her rental car outside. 'Damn', thought Ernest, 'you only see this stuff in movies. Now, if I can only make it through dinner.'

Lucy came over to the couch, sat down and picked up her drink, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about," inquired Vince.

She smiled and gazed at him, "I'm thinking that I'd better take Ernest into the bedroom when he gets here. He's been aroused since our return. Would it bother you if I did while you wait for room service? In fact, I'm thinking that maybe tomorrow with Daniel, I should have sex with him alone, too, and then have you join us."

Vince smiled and he could feel the sexual pull she had on him. "That'll be fine, Lucy. I know how he feels," he said.

A little while later, there was a knock at the door again. Lucy set down her drink and went to look out the peephole. She smiled when she saw it was Ernest and opened the door. 

Lucy gave Ernest a dazzling smile, "Hi, Ernest. Please come in." He stepped into the entry and Lucy gave him a kiss, seeing the lust in his eyes. "Come and let me introduce you," she said and walked down the short hall.

Vince set his drink down, stood and waited for them to enter the room. Lucy and Ernest entered and she brought him over to Vince.

"Ernest, this is my friend Vincent Edwards. Vince, this is Ernest Matthews, the manager of the hotel." Each man smiled and shook hands. Ernest didn't know what to say afterwards.

"Vince, thank you for waiting for the room service," said Lucy. "We'll be back in a little while." She slipped her hand into Ernest's.

Ernest looked first at Vince and then smiled at Lucy, somewhat relieved. He let her lead him into the bedroom. She took off her robe, crawled into bed and waited for him.

Ernest quickly shut the door and undressed to join her on the bed. "I've never met anyone like you before. You're so open about sex. Are you sure your friend doesn't mind?"

"I'm sure; I've already discussed it with him," Lucy said as she was stroking his hard hot cock. "I hope you don't mind, Ernest, but I'd rather have you in my ass after dinner while Vince takes my pussy at the same time. Right now, I'm so hot that I really want to feel this wonderful cock of yours in my pussy again."

Ernest reached down to her pussy and slid his fingers between her pussy lips; she was indeed hot and slick. He rubbed his knuckle against her clit and she arched her back and moaned. He rolled between her legs and kissed her deeply, lifted up, rubbing his pre-cum soaked cock head up and down her slit and then shoved it in deeply, again loving how she could take all of him in. "Oh yeah," he sighed as she wrapped her legs around his back. "God, Lucy, you feel so wonderful."

When Ernest shoved his hard wide cock into her, Lucy arched and wrapped her legs around him. She loved how he filled her completely and her pussy was throbbing with desire. "Fuck me fast and hard again, Ernest, I'm so close," she said lustily.

Ernest slid his arms under hers and held her tightly by the back of her shoulders, anchoring her down, as he started to piston hard and fast into her pussy. She was breathing fast, moaning and writhing under him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He closed his eyes, feeling the tightness of her pussy, as her vaginal walls kept clinching and unclenching, milking his cock. 

He was so close now and all he wanted to do was cum deep into this pussy, this pussy that could take all of him deeply into it. Then he felt her shudder into her orgasm, felt her hot juices coating his cock and he increased his tempo even more. When her vaginal walls clutched down hard, enveloping his cock into its velvet sheath, he thrust one final time as deep and hard as he could and began pouring his hot cum into her. She held on tightly, relishing in the feel of being so completely full.

Ernest lay on top of her, breathing hard, and started kissing her neck. "You're definitely the best fuck I've ever had, Lucy."

Lucy smiled and stroked her fingers through his hair while waiting for their bodies to calm. Ernest finally withdrew, stretched out beside her, and started to stroke one of her nipples, watching it respond. She laid her hand gently on his, "We'd better take a quick shower and join Vince for dinner."

Ernest nodded his head in agreement. They got up and went into the bathroom and quickly showered. He redressed while she donned her robe again. They left the room and entered the living room.

Vince was still sitting on the couch with his drink. Lucy picked up her drink, sat in a chair facing the couch and Ernest crossed to the bar to make his own. He joined Vince on the couch, took a swallow of his drink, feeling more relaxed, while they waited for room service to arrive.

Vince smiled at Lucy and took another swallow of his drink; he didn't know how to begin a conversation.

Lucy laughed, which drew their attention to her. "This is pretty sad you know. I think we can at least have a conversation." Both men laughed and nodded in agreement.

"So Vince, it's been twenty years now; what line of work are you in?"

"I'm in management and run a microchip producing section at a corporation," he said. Then the conversation took off as both men began discussing different topics.

At another knock on the door, Lucy got up, went to check and looked out. Room service had finally arrived. She opened the door; he brought the food in and set the dining room table. Ernest had taken the liberty of ordering a wine for the meal which he opened and poured for them. They continued their conversation while they ate, enjoying the food as well as each other's company.

Afterwards, they crossed back into the living room and sat as they did before, with Lucy in the chair facing the two men on the couch. 

"I'm having a guard placed by the elevator in the hall in case your wife slips in before we can stop her," said Ernest.

"Thanks for letting me know," said Lucy. "We're expecting Vince's son tomorrow after his game. I'll let the guard know so he will let him come to the door."

"I gave my lawyer a call while you two were busy and informed him of the situation. The papers will be filed on Monday," said Vince.

"Do you need to stay then for legalities? I don't even know where you live, Vince. Is it close?" asked Lucy.

"My ex-residence is about a couple of states away, so I can stay here," said Vince. "I don't plan to go back there for anything. About a week and everything will be completed. They can ship it to me later; I've already discussed that with the lawyer as well."

Lucy smiled and stood up, but signaled the men to remain seated. "Excuse me, but I need to make a phone call." She crossed to the phone and made a call while watching the curious faces of the men.

"Hi, Marsha, it's Lucy," and she smiled while listening. "Hold on Marsha, cancel all bookings. You heard me right," and she smiled at Vince. "I'm retiring. Oh, come now, Marsha, just call Laura. No, I'll come back long enough to settle everything and list the house to sell. No, I don't know where I'll be moving to yet, but it'll be just fine."

Vince crossed quickly upon hearing her words and smiled at Lucy. He took the phone from her, hung it up and kissed her deeply. "Thank you, Lucy. I promise you, you won't regret your decision. We've always belonged together." He held her tightly and undid the sash of her robe. His hands slipped the robe from her body and he bent down to suck her nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, closed her eyes and held his head tightly.

Lucy opened her eyes and looked across at Ernest. "Why don't we all go into the bedroom, but Ernest, I'm afraid that this will be it. I'm sorry, but I'm now with Vince."

Ernest smiled, "I somewhat figured as much. If you don't mind Lucy, I'm just going to leave you two. I've never done a double before and I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with it now."

Lucy left Vince's arms and crossed over to Ernest giving him a light kiss. "You're wonderful, Ernest, and I do wish you the best of luck. Would you mind booking me for an additional week and make arrangements for the limo as well?"

Ernest smiled as he was holding her warm naked body close to his, "I think I can manage that. You have brought more excitement into my life than I can remember. Thank you, Lucy," he said, giving her a quick kiss and heading for the door. "Vince, you're a very lucky man," he said before leaving.

Lucy crossed back to Vince and smiled. He once again drew her tightly to his body to kiss her deeply, feeling euphoria unlike he had ever felt. 'Yes, I feel like I'm lucky also'. He scooped Lucy up into his arms and kissed her while carrying her back to the bedroom, laying her on the bed and removing his robe.

Lucy eased over and Vince lay next to her and once again drew her to his body. He kissed her deeply, letting his tongue swirl passionately with hers. His hand caressed her breast and then his finger and thumb pinched and pulled her nipple. She moaned into his mouth and her breathing quickened.

Vince's hand left her breast and slid around her back, pressing her against him again. He kissed, licked and nibbled down both sides of her neck, wanting to taste every inch of her body. He bit down hard at the nape of her neck, leaving a mark and then slowly and tenderly licked and kissed it. She pressed harder into him and moaned. 'She's mine' he thought, 'and Daniel's'. 

Lucy enjoyed the intimacy and passion of Vince's kisses. When he got down to her collar bone once again, she asked, "Vince, have you ever taken anyone up the ass?"

He drew away and watched as his fingers toyed with her nipple, "No, I've wanted to, but none of the women I've been with did it."

Lucy smiled, "Then I think it's about time you experienced it. I'll be right back," and she crawled off the bed, crossed to the dresser and came back with a tube in her hand. She opened it and applied the lube over his hard throbbing cock, causing him to moan and thrust. She got on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to Vince. "Please, Vince, I need you."

Vince quickly mounted up behind Lucy and slowly inserted the head of his cock into her ass. Her muscles quickly enveloped the head of his cock and he shut his eyes, feeling how tight and hot it was. He placed his hands on her hips and began to slowly insert his shaft until he was completely buried inside of her. It was quite a different feeling from being inside a pussy, and it excited him even more when she moaned. He started to slowly stroke in and out, feeling her anal muscles grip his shaft.

Lucy reached underneath and started to massage her clit. Her body was so close to peaking. She started to moan loudly and hump back onto Vince's cock. He moaned and started to pump faster and harder into her. "Yes!" she cried out and then she trembled into her orgasm, her anal muscles clenching even tighter. Vince started pounding harder, his balls tightening against his body and one final lunge started him unloading his cum into the depths of her ass. She eased down on the bed taking Vince with her.

They laid there for awhile with Vince's softening cock in her ass and the warmth of his strong body pressed on her back. She felt content and safe. "Vince," she whispered.

"Hmm ... yes," he whispered back.

"You're a natural," she smiled. She heard and felt him chuckle.

"I think you're going to be teaching me a lot of wonderful things, Lucy, and I'm going to love every minute of it." He kissed her along her shoulder.

Lucy smiled at his words. "Why don't we take a bath together before we go to bed?"

"You mean I've got to get up? I sort of like it like this," he smiled, but then rolled his weight off of her, drew her to him and kissed her deeply once again. When he stood up and reached out his hand, she placed hers into his and walked into the bathroom.

Lucy started the water running in the double wide tub and added a little of the hotel's bubble bath. Vince started kissing her again while it filled; he felt like a newlywed and couldn't get enough of being with her. She had him get in first and then sat between his legs so she could lean back against him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing and nibbling her neck while his fingers played with her nipples. His cock responded by getting hard again. It felt amazing; he'd never cum so much before.




Lucy Ch. 02 (Corrected)



Lucy felt his hard cock against her backside and smiled. "Are you sure I'm not wearing you out?" she questioned as she gently stroked the inside of his thighs.

"You make me so damn excited," Vince said as he bit into the base of her neck again sending sexual sensations through her body and into her pussy.

Lucy rose and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Vince gave a moan of pleasure and grabbed her breasts. "Let's get into the shower before we slip and hurt ourselves." he said.

Lucy giggled, stood up and got out of the tub. She went to the shower and started the water running. Vince came up behind her and shoved his cock back into her pussy while pinching and pulling at her nipples. She gave her own moan of pleasure and pushed back against him. She squealed in delight when he picked her up off the floor, burying his cock deeper into her; she squeezed her vaginal muscles tightly around it. He did it a couple of times more before setting her feet firmly back onto the floor. She held onto the towel rack as he held her hips tightly and pounded into her from behind.

Lucy bent over so Vince could gain better and deeper penetration. She was close now and reached down to rub her clit. Vince was lost in the feelings of pleasure she was giving him when her orgasm shook through her body. Lucy returned her hand back to the towel rack as her orgasm turned to tremors. 

Vince stopped and smiled, watching in sexual satisfaction. He pumped a couple of times again in her pussy, withdrew suddenly and shoved his cock into her ass and she screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body. 

Vince reached under her and massaged her clit while he kept pumping into her ass. Lucy had yet another orgasm and he felt his balls tighten hard against him. He picked her up again, driving his cock deep into her ass, releasing his load of cum into her bowels. She shuddered while he pressed her close, then eased her back down and lay against her as she was pressed against the wall, his hands pressed against her stomach. He bit into the nape of her neck again and Lucy moaned, pressing back into him while her anal muscles gripped him tightly. He gently started to lick and kiss the place where he had bitten and she moaned at the touch of his mouth. "I definitely think I like anal," he whispered softly into her ear.

Lucy smiled, "I'm glad; so do I."

They finally showered, once they had calmed down, and then made it to bed. They cuddled, talked, had sex some more, talked some more and finally fell asleep, totally drained from the events of the day.

Lucy woke up feeling Vince's strong arms holding her tightly against his body. Her pussy was throbbing with sexual desire from the erotic dream she had about her and Vince. She smiled as she looked down seeing the covers tented over his erection. Carefully lifting the covers off, she eased out of his hold. She straddled his body slowly, as not to wake him, and slid down over his cock. He gave a moan of pleasure, a thrust and then his eyes opened to her smiling face.

Vince smiled and pulled her down to him, "Good morning." He kissed her deeply and started to thrust into her. Lucy moaned into his mouth and kissed him with greater urgency. Vince grabbed her hips and started thrusting faster; he was close, too. Suddenly Lucy sat up and arched her back as her orgasm hit, driving his shaft as deep as she could, and Vince thrust one more time, shooting his cum against her cervix. They held the position for about a minute, then Lucy gently folded and lay down on his chest.

"You can wake me up any morning doing that," Vince said. "Won't hurt my feelings in the least." He gave a light laugh and wrapped his arms around her back. Lucy raised her head, smiling, and looked into his eyes; Vince looked back and then her smile disappeared. He suddenly felt like he was looking into the eyes of the old Lucy he had known, the shy quiet one. He stroked her face tenderly.

Vince remembered how they had poured out their hearts to each other last night. She had held nothing back, everything she had been through, how she had started and a few bad experiences she had endured, but, as she had explained, that profession was always risky. He felt that her life was indeed worse off than his had been. She wasn't even able to allow her family into hers, where he, at least until they had passed, had his parents. She was stronger now, but somewhere in her eyes he could see her old self wanting to come back and then it was gone again.

Lucy mentally shook her own feelings away; this was not the time. She smiled, kissed Vince lightly and sat up. "I think some coffee and breakfast are in order. Anything particular you would like?"

"You," said Vince.

She smiled, "I'm not on the menu," and she made to get off of him.

Vince pulled her back and looked into her eyes quite seriously. She quieted, her smile disappearing again and looked back into his. There, he saw it, the old Lucy once again trying to surface and then Lucy blushed. She hadn't done that it years. Her heart started pounding as emotions spread through her body. She tried to pull back from his embrace and get off of him, but he kept his arms tightly around her. 'No, not yet!' her mind kept screaming.

Vince would not let her look away and he suddenly realized what was missing even after their talks last night. "Lucy stop, look at me!" he said forcefully. Lucy stopped her struggles, looked at Vince and then her tears started to flow. Her heart ached and pounded hard in her chest; the last time she had cried had been in Laura's arms in an elevator so long ago. She started to shake.

"Let it come Lucy," said Vince gently. "Let it all out." She laid her head against his shoulder and cried for a long time while Vince held her, tenderly rubbing her with his hands, soothing her. She finally cried herself out and sat up, wiping her face.

"Why did you do that, Vince," she asked softly and sadly looked into his eyes.

"Because I love you Lucy; I loved you back then and I love you now," he said quietly. "When's the last time you cried?"

Lucy blushed, "Twenty years ago, not counting just now."

"Long overdue then, Lucy," he said, reaching up and caressing her face again.

"I love you, Lucy," he said once again. She nodded her head and blushed again, "I love you too Vince." She looked into his eyes and he smiled, 'there's the old Lucy looking back now'.

"You're not alone anymore Lucy. We can be strong together, make decisions together and lead our lives together now," he said, stressing the word "together".

Lucy nodded again, "Be patient, it'll take time for me to readjust."

"As long as you'll let me help you readjust, Lucy. I love you," he stressed once again. "I want us to be married, live together and grow old together. We'll be able to handle anything that comes our way, including the men who have known you. They won't matter because we'll have each other, Lucy."

Lucy was stunned and just sat looking into his eyes. She blushed, smiled, bent over and kissed him deeply. "Okay, I'll marry you, Vince. We both deserve some happiness in our lives."

Vince hugged her tightly and kissed her deeply. "We'll talk with Daniel before any sex takes place. We won't mention the escort part, only that we love each other still and are planning on getting married."

"No," said Lucy.

Vince looked at her seriously. "He has the right to know the truth and make the decision for himself. I don't want some stranger coming up to him later and having him find out that way," said Lucy.

Vince thought for a moment, "Okay, you're right; the truth. We'll tell him the truth then so he can make that decision. I was being selfish, afraid that he might go to his mother. I love him, but I'm not about to lose you. Now, let's go get some breakfast."

Lucy then felt guilty, 'What if Daniel rejects Vince because of me?' she thought. Then she made up her mind, but decided not to tell Vince. She'd let it play out once Daniel got here and pray it was the right one.

Daniel was elated; they won the game and he had scored two touchdowns himself. Coach made a little speech to him privately afterwards about how it was for this very reason he had interfered last night. Daniel didn't care to tell him differently and just listened. He cleaned up as quickly as he could and left for the hotel.

Daniel walked into the hotel and over to the elevator, still feeling like he was floating on cloud nine. He got off the elevator at the penthouse and the guard asked his name. The guard nodded and said he was expected. Daniel knocked on the door, waiting. Lucy answered, smiling at him.

"Come on in here hero; we listened to the game," said Lucy.

Daniel stepped in and gave Lucy a soft sensuous kiss and then smiled at her. His cock had been throbbing ever since he left the locker room and he was tempted to take her then and there.

"Well I certainly know that the Edwards' men can give heart stopping kisses," she said, laughing. "Come on into the living room; your Dad and I need to talk with you first."

'That doesn't sound good' thought Daniel and he followed her into the living room. His dad was sitting on the couch and rose when he entered. He crossed over to his son smiling broadly and gave him a hug.

"Great game, son," said Vince. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine Dad. So, what's going on," asked Daniel with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Son, there's no easy way to tell this so we'll start at the beginning. We'd like it if you heard everything through before making a rash decision or any judgments," began Vince.

"Sure, ok Dad," said Daniel and he waited for him to continue.

Vince and Lucy explained everything to him. What had happened in the past, how they felt about each other, his marriage proposal to Lucy and what Lucy's profession was until last night. Then they sat back, waiting for Daniel's reaction.

Daniel sat with mixed emotions and conflicting feelings. When he gazed over at Lucy, he still desired her. He wanted her, but according to Dad his new step-mom to be was a whore, or used to be one. 'How can Dad do this, of all things, marry a hooker? Fuck one, yes, but not marry one.' He was now angry and guilty all at the same time. He wanted Lucy, too, but then he'd be fucking his soon to be step-mom; confusion, anger, and guilt were vying with other emotions, too.

"Son?" asked Vince softly, when he was quiet for so long.

Lucy didn't interfere, but was waiting for what she already knew was going to happen and then it did; Daniel exploded.

Daniel jumped up and pointed a finger at Lucy, "You're going to marry a whore! Fuck her maybe, but not marry her! Certainly not introduce her to decent society and especially not as my new 'step-mom'!"

Anger welled in Vince's face as he stood up, but he kept his voice controlled, "Decent society like your mother? Daniel, that'll be enough."

Daniel got ready to reply, but Lucy cut both of them off, "Stop," was all she said and they both looked at her. She was fighting back tears, but one managed to trickle down her face. "Please, both of you, stop."

"Please sit down," said Lucy soothingly as both men moved slightly like they were coming to her.

Vince and Daniel sat and waited for her to continue. Lucy, irritated, wiped at the tear on her face and then heaved a heavy sigh. "First Daniel, I could never be your step-mom; a friend perhaps and a shared lover with your father, but never a mom. Secondly, Vince, don't let Daniel's angry words cloud your judgment. He needs time to sort through his emotions; it's a lot to take in at one time. You love him, you love him with all your heart and it would hurt you more than you know to lose him. Thirdly, if it's a choice between your son and me, then it's your son, not me." Another tear trickled down her cheek and she once again wiped it away.

"Lucy," began Vince softly, but she waved her hand to silence him.

"He's right Vince, I'm a whore ... well, up until last night. If you can't even contain your anger with your own son, how are you going to do it if someone comes up to you and announces it?" Lucy straightened her back and got her emotions back under control, resolve in her voice once again.

Vince saw her eyes change again and his heart sank. "Lucy, I love you. I don't want to lose you again," and then Vince felt his own tears start. "We can handle it together, remember."

Daniel's heart was pounding; he'd never seen his dad cry before. He saw the anguish on his dad's face and also the love.

Lucy sadly shook her head 'no'. "If it's Daniel's wish, I'll leave and disappear."

Vince stood, "Lucy, I don't want you to go back to that life again."

Lucy smiled sadly and gave a little laugh. "Don't worry Vince, I'm not. I'll just vanish like I never existed. I won't come between the love of a father and son. Brenda ruined our lives by doing that; I won't be responsible for doing the same. Now, if you both will excuse me, you two should talk this out man to man. I'll be in the bedroom waiting for your decision. Vince, Daniel ... there's only two choices here, I'll be Vince's wife and take you both as lovers or I leave; there's no inbetween." Lucy left the room and they heard the bedroom door shut.

Lucy shut the bedroom door behind her and leaned against it. She decided that she needed to calm down now and what she needed was a good hot bath. She crossed to the bathroom and started the water running, pouring some rose scent into it.

Vince sat down heavily on the couch and his heart was hurting. "I never meant to hurt you son. I guess it was selfish of me and I'm sorry. I do love you."

Daniel stared at his dad and his guilt was eating away at him for hurting him. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier, Dad. I guess there's a little bit of mother in me, too. What are you planning on doing about mother anyway?"

"Divorce papers will be filed on Monday, Daniel. I'm still leaving her no matter what decision you make here today."

"Then what, Dad?" Daniel was actually leaning a bit closer to his father now.

Vince shook his head, "Well, I already know that I'll be transferring to one of the other corporate locations. I'm not staying anywhere near your grandparents and their influence. I want them totally out of my life. Don't worry, I'll let you know where I'm at, if you still want me in your life."

"God Dad, of course I want you in my life," said Daniel. 

Daniel sat in silence, running through his emotions and thoughts. 'Lucy would take them both for lovers, but be married to Dad or she would leave their lives totally and disappear bringing heartache to herself and Dad and it's my decision, my choice', and then something else occurred to him. 'She's always referred to me as a man, last night, in the hall and now with Dad. Dad told her he could handle it if others knew. Can I handle it if someone knew? Damn it to hell, I still want her!'

Vince sat in silence next to his son knowing it was a heavy burden for the nineteen year old to carry, but he knew Lucy was right; the decision was Daniel's to make.

Lucy soaked about ten minutes and then got out. She lightly brushed the thick towel over her skin, smelling the rose scent; it always calmed her. She pulled the plug and watched the water drain. Crossing to the mirror, she released the clip holding up her hair and then brushed it out. She left the bathroom and laid down in the middle of the bed. 'Might as well get some rest too; too emotional lately!' she chided herself as she closed her eyes.

Daniel knew there was really only one decision to make. When he stood up, Vince raised his head and stood up also. Daniel hugged his dad, "I love you, Dad; Lucy stays." 

Vince hugged his son back tightly, the joy apparent on his face, "Thank you, Daniel. I love you, too."

Daniel stepped back from the hug to look into his dad's face, "Now what?"

Vince smiled, "Go to her and tell her. I'll wait here until you two want me."

"Y-you mean just go in and have sex with her?" said Daniel a little surprised.

"She said last night that your first time together should be alone and then I could join you, unless you don't want her. Does she still turn you on, Daniel?" asked his father with a huge smile and a slight laugh, knowing that he did.

Daniel felt his cock getting hard again, "Hell, yes dad; she's hot!"

Daniel smiled, "Dad, you're the greatest!" and then he hugged him again. He walked out of the living room and then stopped at her door. Undecided whether he should knock or not, he decided to just open it and go in.

Daniel looked at Lucy lying in the middle of the bed and his cock got completely hard. 'She's got a body to die for!' he thought, entering and quietly shutting the door. He stood motionless for a moment, taking in her beauty, her breasts, erect nipples and shaved pussy. He quietly removed his clothes and got into bed next to her.

"Lucy," he spoke her name softly and then lightly caressed her face, like she had done his the night before.

Lucy had not heard him call her name, but opened her eyes at the touch of his hand. She turned her head to see Daniel in bed beside her. He smiled down at her, "You stay, Mom." 

Lucy smile was joyous and filled with love. Her hand reached up to Daniel and caressed his face. "No, not Mom. Just Lucy," she said and then kissed him deeply and passionately. 

Daniel returned the passionate kiss with a tenderness that even surprised him. He kissed down her neck and she responded with low moans. He saw where his dad had bit into her neck, leaving a mark, and smiled; 'Just another thing Dad and I have in common'. He bit her in the same spot and she pressed harder against him then he kissed and licked the spot. Lucy moaned and smiled at the similarity of the two men.

Daniel sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth and she arched her back, drawing his head down to her breast. He alternated between her breasts, as she continued to moan, increasing in volume. His hand trailed down her body to the top of her mound. He loved the smoothness and kept caressing it, making her hips thrust up for more attention. He slipped a finger between her pussy lips to find her hot and slick, her clit hard and erect.

Lucy automatically spread her legs open when Daniel's finger rubbed over her clit. He rolled between her legs and pressed his hands under her ass. His tongue dove in, licking the entire length of her slit and she humped into his face and moaned.

"Oh Lucy, you taste so sweet," Daniel said right before he started to tongue fuck into her hot hole. Lucy grabbed his head trying to force him deeper. He licked up to her swollen clit and started to suck it hard as he inserted two fingers into her, rubbing against her g-spot. Lucy started to thrash and hump harder on Daniel's fingers. She screamed, "Yes!" and then shuddered into an orgasm. 

Daniel bent down and started lapping up her sweet juices. "Oh God, Lucy, you're so fucking good!" As much as he wanted her to suck his cock, he wanted to fuck her right now. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit making sure it was coated with a mixture of his pre-cum and her juices. He rubbed against her clit teasingly, watching her hump to get more.

"Fuck Me!!!!" Lucy screamed when she couldn't stand it any longer.

Daniel slid his cock in hard and Lucy wrapped her legs around his back He buried his cock in pressing deeply and enjoying the feeling of her hot wet pussy, but soon she was bucking against him and moaning even louder.

"Daniel, fuck me hard and fast!!!" she screamed, "I'm so close!"

Daniel started to pump into her hard and fast and she thrust back into him just as violently. She soon climaxed with a scream and her vaginal walls clinched tightly around his cock, her hot juices coating it and making it slicker. He felt his balls tighten up and kept pounding her with each thrust of his ejaculation until he was spent. Then he collapsed on top of her, resting in the crook of her neck, panting for air.




Lucy Ch. 02 (Corrected)



Daniel didn't know how long he lay on top of Lucy, but she was rubbing his back and her legs had draped over his thighs. He raised his head, smiled at her and then kissed her deeply. When he broke the kiss, he smiled at her again. "Lucy, you're the best lay I've ever had."

She smiled back at his words and kissed him back. "Thank you, Daniel. I enjoyed you too. I feel much better now."

"I better take my weight off you now," said Daniel and he started to move.

"No, it feels good. I'll tell you a little secret, Daniel. Some women prefer it if men wouldn't move off of them immediately; it feels good to keep a cock inside our pussy even if it's softening. I'm one of those women," she said, smiling at him.

"Ah ... Lucy, I want to apologize for calling you those names earlier and ..." Lucy put a finger to his lips.

"Daniel, I didn't take them personally. You had a lot thrown at you at one time and a lot to sort out. I don't like to assume anything, so is your mind clear now?"

"I'm here. I told Dad you stay. I know you love Dad and he loves you. Damn, I've never seen anyone who actually wanted to sacrifice themselves for the sake of someone else, so that's got to be love in my book," said Daniel, smiling at her. 

"Besides, you're so fucking hot, Lucy! I couldn't get you out of my head last night and you were in my dreams as well. I know you're old enough to be my Mom, but you sure don't look it! I'm glad Dad is cool with letting me have sex with you, too, and that's awesome in itself!" Daniel said excitedly.

"Then I have one more question for you," said Lucy. "Do you wish for all three of us to have sex together or would you prefer just one on one?"

Daniel blushed, "Tell you the truth, Lucy, I'd be sort of embarrassed to have sex with Dad in the room. I hope you don't mind, but, for now, I'd like it one on one."

"That's fine Daniel, it'll always be your choice," Lucy smiled broadly, "and I don't think your Dad would be comfortable with it either, but who knows, I might wear you two down eventually," and then she laughed and Daniel joined in.

"Are you hungry? I know you came right from the game, but how does a steak dinner sound to you?" Lucy smiled and caressed his face.

"I'm famished! Sex does that to me; it's either sleep or eat," said Daniel, laughing.

Lucy laughed too. "Why don't we take a shower, then, and go down to the restaurant for a meal?"

Daniel rolled off and offered his hand to her, just like his father had. She smiled again at how so much alike they were. They walked into the bathroom to the shower. They ended up having sex one more time in the shower before finally finishing and coming back out. 

Daniel watched her get dressed while he put his clothes back on. As soon as he saw her in the garter belt and black stockings, his cock was rock hard again. He undid his pants again and started to stroke himself. He couldn't believe how hot she was and how his body kept reacting to her.

Lucy finished clipping her stockings in place and turned her head. She saw Daniel's erect cock and smiled. She came over to him, knelt on the floor and took him into her mouth. He closed his eyes and gave a low moan, humping into her hot moist mouth. He grabbed her head and started fucking faster when she started to massage and lightly squeeze his balls.

"Oh God, Lucy! Oh God! Oh God!!!" he yelled as she took him down her throat and he squirted his hot cum into her throat. Lucy swallowed it all and then gently cleaned his cock. She replaced it in his pants and zipped him back up. Daniel sat back down in the chair breathing hard. "I've never had anyone who did that before, Lucy!"

Lucy laughed lightly, "Daniel, there are lots a girls who know how to do that. You'll find one, don't worry."

"Why don't you join your Dad and tell him we're going down to eat. He might want to change his clothes, too. I'll finish getting dressed," said Lucy as she opened the closet door. Daniel nodded his head and then left.

Lucy picked out a dress and laid it on the bed. She crossed over to the bathroom and brushed her teeth before putting it on. Her black dress was sexy, but conservative, falling mid-thigh. She put on her make-up, noticing the mark on her neck left by both men and decided not to cover it up. As soon as she put on her jewelry and heels, she opened the door and walked out into the living room area. She almost laughed, seeing both father and son with the same expression of appreciation on their faces.

Vince crossed over, quickly giving her a deep sensual kiss, "You look absolutely stunning!" He hugged her and then whispered in her ear, "he told me; one on one. That's fine." He smiled, gazing into her eyes and he could once again see the old Lucy peeking out along with the new one. He then noticed the mark on her neck and his finger lightly caressed it, "Sorry. Do you have any make-up to cover it?"

Lucy gave a light laugh and looked into his questioning face, "I'm not going to cover it. It excites me when you two do that."

"Two?" asked Vince, turning to look at his son. Daniel stood with a smile on his face and blushed. Lucy started laughing, joined in by Daniel and then Vince.

Lucy's laughter turned to a smile, "Well, shall we go have some dinner and a little atmosphere." Vince offered his arm and Daniel crossed over and offered his as well. "I've got the two most handsome dates a girl could ask for."

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Lucy Ch. 03



After the whole Tina episode Lucy felt herself starting to feel kind of lonely and she especially missed Tina's 'magic touch'- when she did it herself, she didn't come half as hard. She'd stay up later each night which meant that some nights- mostly the one's after her father had come home (he worked away for three days of the week) she heard her parents having sex, and this was more than enough inspiration for Lucy to rub herself sore as she came along with them. After a few weeks of this, the novelty wore off for her and she wanted to actually see them doing it, so she'd creep over to her parents room and poke her head around the door, thanking the lord that they didn't do it under the covers as she saw her father's bulging cock pumping in and out of her mother's steaming pussy. One night her mum saw her but was at the point of no return and came harder than she'd done in ages- and while this happened her father let out a long hard moan of 'Oh Mary' as his wife's muscles pumped him dry and Lucy disappeared to the bathroom to finish herself off. The knowledge that her daughter had been watching her and her husband have sex actually made her more horny than appalled. 

A few nights later Lucy was sat up in bed reading when she heard the tell tale moans coming from her parents room, this time she watched as her father took her mother in what she knew to be 'doggy style' with her mother's breasts swinging in motion with her husbands pumps. As Lucy watched this she slid her hand down to her soaked knickers and started to get herself off, doing what was the best come for her as she came in time with her parents. Almost as soon as she had finished her mother called her,

"Lucy darling, is that you?" she asked innocently and Lucy, terrified on being caught had no other option but to admit it,

"Yeah mum, it is, I was just coming, I just came in to ask if I could share your bed- I had a bit of a bad dream." She said through the door. 

"Well come in at least dear." Her mum had said and Lucy poked her head around the door where she saw her father, looking rather flushed in the face and apparently sleeping on his front, while her mother had pulled a nightdress on. 

"If you want, you're free to join me over here, but remember to be quiet- you don't want to wake your father." She said and Lucy nodded. She slid in next to her mum and was hornier than before, when she just thought that she was now on the bed where, just a few seconds ago, her parents had been having hot, passionate sex, she rubbed herself a little but found her clit too sensitive and so just tried to go back to sleep. She woke up the next day to murmured whisperings and movement next to her.

"No Mary, not while Lucy's in the bed."

"Shh, she won't know a thing, she's out like a light sweet pea."

"Oh alright then, but only because I'm leaving today."

"Good." She heard her mum say and within a couple of seconds she could feel the bed moving in a rhythm. It got faster and faster as Lucy quietly brought a hand down to her dripping pussy. She started to massage her clit in motion with the movement of the bed and as it got faster and faster so did she until she finally came in one long glorious orgasm, soaking the sheets but she didn't care as she heard her parents finally cumming in a not so quiet manner. As they got up and dressed she pretended to be asleep and it wasn't until they'd both left the room that she got up to have a shower. 

This sort of thing happened a couple more times, the last one with her parents realising what she was doing while they fucked. They talked to each other and agreed, she'd been a wonderful daughter over these years and they might as well give her something back, so why not fuck a lot more openly- John had gone off to college and she was soon to follow, plus Mary confessed that it turned her on to be watched. The next night they were watching TV in their normal places, Mary curled up to Tony and Lucy on the other couch. But this night Tony had put his hand down his wife's top and was obviously massaging her breasts while she was massaging him in his jean covered crotch with her elbow- something Lucy realised as she sneaked glances at her parents. Soon into the late night film she heard her mum start to moan as her dad was obviously hand fucking her and hard. Her mum quietly came and Lucy watched as her dad licked his soaking fingers one by one. Lucy had automatically started to rub herself but decided it would be better not to infront of her parents. As soon as the adverts came on she went to the loo and got herself a glass of milk, when she came back she found her mum kneeling down on the floor in front of her husband as she was bobbing her head up and down his bulging shaft. Lucy couldn't let this go unnoticed and let out a little cough. Her dad looked up at her and decided it best to explain their plan.

"Ok Lucy, we've decided as you've been such a good daughter to us over the years, we'd give you something back- and that is a live sex show, so your mother and I will openly fuck in front of you amongst, oh, ah, other things and you can feel free to get yourself off to it, unless you're uncomfortable about that?"

"No- not really."

"Good then, oh G-d Mary that's good." He said and Lucy put down her glass of milk and stripped quickly, flinging her clothes down in a pile at her feet. She put her legs up on the table in front of her and lay back a little as she watched her mother's mouth intake the whole of her father's throbbing penis. She started mimicking the strokes and after about five minutes was really getting into it when her mother lifted her head off and pulled her trousers and knickers off. She straddled her husband and slowly teased his dick up and across her clit before plunging down on it. This really picked up the pace after a few minutes as her mother was almost violently riding her father, she could see his dick go in and out of her with every stroke.

"Oh G-d Tony yes, you're cock is filling me so much I'm cumming, I'm cumming, yes, YES, YEEEEEEEEEEES!" Mary said as she ground her clit into her husband's hand. Once she stopped riding him, he pulled out of her and pushed her off him. He then positioned her so that she was bent over the sofa and Lucy could see all that they were doing and their facial expressions. He parted his wife's legs and positioned himself just over her pussy before shoving his whole length into her. He pulled out and did the same thing again. As he continued he got faster and faster and his wife had started to talk dirty again,"

"Oh G-d Tony, that feels so good, oh G-d, fuck me harder, harder, harder, oh yes, fuck me like the slut I am, like a horse, ride me like I'm a fucking horse, Oh G-d yes harder, harder, harder, Oh G-d Tonyyyyyyyyyyy." She screamed as she came and Tony, who had been grunting louder with every thrust emptied his balls into his wife's willing pussy. It was then that Lucy had the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, squirting her juices all over the sofa. A few minutes later they were all sat around in post-coital bliss, 

"So did you enjoy that Lucy?"

"Oh mum, it was great- I really like your idea." She said and smiled.



Lucy Ch. 03



Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. These stories contain adults in sexual situations. If reading BDSM, stories of non-consent, or stories containing gay male and anal play offends you, find something else to read.

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He's back again. Just as I knew he would be. I turn away from him and give my lover a knowing smile. 

"I beg your pardon, Miss, you were right," Nikolai says softly, bowing his head.

My smile widens as we gaze intently at the man on my doorstep. Sebastian Parke is of average height, and slim. His hair is light brown, and cut close to his scalp. But it's his eyes that interest me; clear blue, and intense. My lover is taller, and leaner, with long dark chocolate hair, and deep grey eyes. Sometimes when he stares up at me helplessly, I swear I could swim in those dark orbs forever. But this man, his eyes are so bright, they defy conventional responses to the twisted situations I insist upon him.

"Are you going to stand in my doorway all day?"

I turn on my heel, and sweep away from both men, skipping down the echoing hallway. I'm short and petite, and I love to dance around my Home in my skirts, watching them swish around my legs. I stand at the basement door, and wait patiently for him to enter my House. Nik closes the door after him and holds his hands out expectantly. It's clear to both of us, Seb doesn't know why he's returned. He stares at Nik's hands, and then quickly starts unbuttoning his white business shirt. His black shoes, socks and business slacks follow immediately, but he hesitates when it comes to his boxer briefs. He looks at both of us in turn, and blushes deep red as he slips his fingers over his satin boxes. He pulls them off awkwardly, and folds them, placing them at the top of the pile in Nik's hands. His cock is growing slowly, at the embarrassing silence, and his nudity. My lover nods at him in approval, and takes the clothes up the staircase to the study safe, where Seb's clothes will stay until I'm finished with him. Seb starts walking toward me, but I whistle sharply at him which makes him jump and his cock grow even more. I set a stern glare on him.

"Get on your knees and crawl, puppy," I command, tapping a stiletto toe just in front of where I'm standing.

He does as he's told, and still blushing furiously, wobbles on his hands and knees toward me. By the time he reaches my feet, Nik has returned, and is watching him lick the toes of my shoes. He hands me a collar with a chain leash, and I bend down to my puppy, collaring him and holding the chain. A quick yank on the chain, and he stands again, a few inches taller than me, but not as tall as Nik. Now that the collar is on him, it seems he can't look either of us in the eye, but his cock is rigid from anticipation. 

Nik unlocks the basement door, and ushers Seb through the door first. As far as safety goes, it's better to have him enter the downstairs dungeon before us, as there's no exit from this room. It's the first time we've brought him down here, and if my puppy gets scared and turns to leave, we're in his way. But he doesn't look back at us. The chain running from his neck to my hand swings and clinks in the cold air. Nik turns the ambience lights on, and locks the basement door as he joins us on the stairs. As soon as we reach the bottom, I pull the chain toward a waist-high metal table. 

"Up, and on your hands and knees."

He gets up on the table quickly, resting on his hands and knees like I've instructed. He lets his back fall down into a small arch, and stares straight down at the stainless steel under him. I lock the hand-loop of the leash under the head of the bench, and walk around the bench to his feet, enjoying the view. Nik hands me two alligator clips, joined by wire. Carefully avoiding his hard-on, I clip one to his left inner thigh, relishing the sound of the yelp my puppy makes.

"What brings you back to my den?" I ask, attaching the other clip to the same spot on his other thigh.

He is trembling, the pinching of the clips making him lose focus.

"WELL?!" I yell, making him jump again.

I slap him once on each ass cheek, causing him to gasp, and the clips to jiggle painfully. His cock stays hard though, the truth of the matter clear for Nik and I to see.

"I, I want more," he stutters, "Mistress," he adds, stopping my hand from slapping his ass again.

"You want more," I repeat in a teasing tone, massaging his butt cheeks softly.

I stay near his feet, out of sight, but Nik is setting up the electrical equipment next to his head. He moves swiftly and surely, as I run a long fingernail down my puppy's thighs.

"You love what I do to you, you crave it, don't you, puppy," I coo, using both hands to spread his tight buns.

"Yes, Mistress," he replies shakily.

"Then be prepared for more, much more than last time," I whisper sweetly from his feet.

I blow cold air onto his wrinkled rosebud, and he tenses. Nik hands me three more clips, all connected by wires. I crimp one on the loose skin of his ball sac. Seb's trembling becomes a shake, and I hush and soothe him. He must be biting his lip to stop from making noises. I run a hand up his toned back, and then clamp the last two clips onto each nipple. He whimpers as each one bites down on his tiny pink nubs.

"Beg me," I say, standing back. "Beg like a good dog."

Nik is standing by, ready with the dials. He is smiling menacingly at Seb, waiting for the young man to speak the words which will damn him.

"Please, use me, Mistress," he whispers, his head hanging low. "Please use me however you wish."

I nod, and Nik turns a dial. Seb screams, an anguished lung-full revealing the intense pain wrought by the shocks running through his sensitive nipples and groin. Nik turns the dial back, and Seb's body wracks with resonating charges. As soon as his shrieks mellow to whimpers, Nik turns the dial up again. The shock this time is the only thing that makes Seb yelp, and he grits his teeth while the electricity is forced through his quivering body. A thin line of pre-cum has dribbled from his cock onto the table beneath him, and I watch intently as it breaks away to make a droplet puddle. Then I turn away, and find a small, black rubber butt plug, about the length of my index finger, but three times as wide. I watch as Nik ups the voltage, making Seb's body reactions increase. He is shaking uncontrollably, and his squealing is getting louder. I apply a very generous amount of lubricant to the butt plug, and lather my own slender fingers in the slippery substance, and give Nik the cut-throat signal.

"Had enough, puppy?" he asks, stroking the dial in front of Seb's eyes.

The young man only whimpers again, and Nik shuts the machine off. Seb's cock has dribbled more cum onto the table under him, but all of us ignore the small mess he's making. Nik watches as I return to my puppy's ass, and run a finger down his crack. Seb shivers, and tries to turn, but Nik holds his head fast.

"Please, I haven't done anything down there before," he pleads in a croaky voice, much to my delight.

"Ooh, is my puppy a virgin?" I coo, tracing the same finger up and down his smooth crack.

The lube on my hand is spreading in globs down over his hole onto his ball sac. I put the rubber buttplug on the bench between his knees, and use both hands to tickle his bare button, catching the escaping lube from beneath him, and pressing it back over his virgin rosebud.

"Y-yes," he stammers, "I don't think I can do that."

"Do what?" I ask innocently. "Your little boy-pussy is getting very wet from this attention."

Nik is smiling, happier than ever at this news. We'd known Sebastian was new when he'd first visited us, but this was just too delicious.

"I asked my puppy a question," I prod, slapping his bottom, making it glisten with my hand-print. "What exactly can't you do?" My tone has changed instantly from sweet to stern.

Seb is trying to look down at his hands, but Nik keeps him facing forward.

"I can't do, ah," he gasps in as I press a fingertip at his entrance, "ass-play, please," he finishes in a whisper.

I frown and push out my bottom lip at Nik. His expression softens instantly, he always makes sure I get what I want. He bends down to Seb's eye level.

"You look so hot and vulnerable right now, I could fuck you this second, hard, or you can let Miss Lucy take her time."

He stands upright again. Seb considers what he's been told. If he really wanted to, he could have us arrested in a heartbeat, but deep in his heart, he knows this is what he needs, even if he doesn't understand why.

"Okay," he says finally, bowing his head.

Nik winks at me.

"What was that, puppy? I didn't hear you."

I wink back at Nik. Such a good man.

"Please Mistress, use my ass for your pleasure," he says.

Goosebumps raise on his butt cheeks and up his back, and his softened member jerks, confirming his excited anticipation.

"That's a good boy. I'm going to stretch your virgin hole nice and wide so we can fuck you whenever we want."

I run my slick index finger back over his hole, and circle the tiny rosebud. His sphincter muscles contract continuously at the attention.

"Spread your knees," I order clearly.

Seb does as told, and shuffles his knees further apart from the buttplug sitting squarely between them. As soon as he relaxes into position again, I prod my slippery finger directly into Seb's puckering, but only past the first muscle. He yelps, and tries to squirm forward, but I hold him back at the hip with my free hand. His sphincter is warm, and tight, and tightens even more at the intruding digit, but I move it around in small circles against the muscle, and then push deeper, until I'm past the second ring. Seb is panting, trembling again, and begins to whimper as I push my finger as deep as it will go, the walls of his anus clamping on me painfully. Just as my rigid index finger buries in his ass, I pull it back out again, still making slow circles against his tunnel as I draw back. Before I pull my finger all the way out, so he can relax, I push it back in again, to the hilt. I curl my finger downwards, and make small thrusts. I push deep and fast, curling my finger down on the withdrawal and straightening it on the push back in. Seb's body betrays him as he begins ever so slightly pushing back against my finger.

"Does that make my puppy feel good?" I ask, holding his hips still, making him realise he'd been moving.

A deep blush reaches around his neck to the top of his shoulders.

"Yes, Mistress," he pants, as my finger continues it's soft rubbing.

I pull my finger out completely, and his wet hole closes to it's original size. Seb mewls at the emptiness left behind, but I quickly press my squeezed finger, along with my middle finger at his entrance. Nik is watching me intently with lust-glazed eyes, his cock hard and ready, as usual.

"Does puppy want something to suckle on while your Mistress plays with your boycunt?" he asks

Seb nods his head vigorously.

"Please, Sir," he replies.

Nik makes quick work of his leather pants, then gets up on the bench, and sits right on the edge, his lean, tanned legs dangling over either side. His cock is long and thin, like the rest of him, and sticks pointedly up at Seb's chin, but just far enough away that Seb has to lean forward to reach it. I watch silently as he dips his head to lick around the tip of Nik's cock, making it bob slightly, and then he leans as far as he dares away from my fingers, to cover the entire head with his mouth. Nik closes his eyes and lets his head fall back in bliss as he holds the younger man in place by the back of the neck. Just as Nik moans softly in enjoyment, I push both fingers into Seb's ass, making him groan over my lover's cock.

"Mmm, that's good, puppy," he murmurs, "do you love having your Mistress' fingers in your pussy?"

Seb only groans more fervently as I plunge my fingers deeper into his ass. I repeat my actions from before, curling both fingers downward as I pull back, rubbing against his virgin prostate gland, and then flex them straight as I push back deeply again. His cock begins dribbling pre-cum again, more fluidly than before. I thrust into his now very slippery hole, his hot channel squeezing back every time I withdraw. Just as he begins sucking the head of Nik's cock in earnest, I change tactics, and scissor the two fingers inside him. He gasps, and Nik forces his head further down on his hard member. I give his prostate a last deep rub, forcing his cock to ooze further, before removing my fingers from his now loosened hole, making him groan and gag over the cock stuffed in his mouth.

"Nik, puppy needs a break. Give him something else to suck on."

Nik immediately takes his hand from the back of Seb's neck, and the young man pulls his head up, gasping in ragged breaths. Nik climbs off the table, walks over to the adjacent bench and picks up a black rubber penis gag. I put my hands on Seb's spread ass cheeks to stop him backing away from the gag being brought to his face. Nik only smiles menacingly as he pushes the thumb-sized phallus to his lips. I wonder if his lips are trembling before he opens his mouth to let Nik push the baby dildo in. Deftly, having done it so many times before, Nik stretches the rubber band over Seb's head, letting it snap against his scalp. Seb squeals behind the gag at the sting the rubber band makes on contact, but makes no other movement.

"Back at the dials, please, my love," I call from behind them. 

Nik's smile grows, and he takes his post back next to the small box. Seb starts to tremble again, his eyes focussed on the dial Nik's hand hasn't yet reached. Seb's hard-on has subsided again, and I click my tongue a few times, and lick my lips. The buttplug is sitting stately between Seb's shivering knees, and I pick it up. It's still well lubricated, but colder than my fingers. My puppy will definitely feel the difference. I press the tip against his now loosened rosebud. It's bigger than my two fingers, but I decide he can take the larger size, and push the whole plug in. He sobs loudly against the gag as the widest part squeezes through his tight sphincter. Once the thinner circumference of the neck of the plug is resting in his hole, I give it a few rhythmic, circular nudges, forcing it to rub against the walls of his channel. I push the plug, and move it around like this until Seb starts softly grinding back. Then, my finger still on the plug, but no longer moving it, I motion for Nik to turn the dial. He does so, but only just so it's on, and the electricity running through Seb's body is like a tickling buzz. I press the plug rhythmically again, and my puppy starts humming around the gag, and pushing against my finger.

"More," I order, and Nik turns the dial, upping the electricity running through the wires, into the clips and through his body. 

Seb shudders, and the breath from his nose is huffing out. As the electrical force is increased, I increase my rhythm, and widen the circular motion of the buttplug.

"How is my puppy looking?" I ask Nik.

My hand continues to push and rotate the plug fitted securely in his ass, and Seb's grinding against it almost makes his ass come in contact with my hand.

"He looks ready to be fucked properly, Miss."

"Good. Turn the machine off."

Nik does as told, and I ask him to come down to where I'm standing. For a few seconds we're both out of Seb's view, and his trembling starts again. Very carefully, without touching him anywhere else, I clasp the alligator clip on his ball sac and unclip it, pulling it away before he screams against the phallus, and shakes about on the table. Nik holds him down with a hand on his back, and presses his other hand gently around the base of the young man's throat. To the casual observer, it looks like Nik might be about to strangle the poor thing, but we learned from our previous encounter with Seb that he finds it a greater source of comfort, and gives him a more complete feeling of relinquishing control. Seb's breathing becomes deeper, and his body relaxes under Nik's hold, just as I unclasp the two clips pinching his thighs. He knows this was going to happen, but strangled cries still escape his lips. Nik's hand runs up and down the length of his spine soothingly. I pat the end of the table, and Nik moves to it, taking his hands off Seb's shivering body. I move around and for the first time am standing face to face with Seb. He doesn't look up at me, but I can see the strain on his face. I bend down, and pull his chin up to look me in the eye.

"Hands on the table, puppy," I say, stretching my arms under his chest.

He places his hands flat on the table, and nods, but his eyes are full of fear. Taking both clips in my hands, I smile sweetly at him, and pull the clamps off, pull them away, and stand in one quick movement. At the same time, Nik pulls the butt plug roughly from Seb's ass. My puppy bites on his gag, and screams at the same time, but I hold his hands down onto the table, stopping him from moving at all.

"Time to roll over, puppy," I say, smiling down at him. 

Nik pulls his legs together, and I bring his hands up to the top of the table, sliding him up so that he rests on his elbows and then chest on the table. Nik lifts his hips and then stretches out his legs so that he's now lying face down and stretched out on the table. I wait patiently as my lover turns Seb over onto his back. His nipples are red and sore, along with the twin red patches on his thighs. Very gently, to avoid pulling any hair out, I remove the rubber band from his head, and pull on the penis gag, but he doesn't give it up at first. After I raise an eyebrow at him, he lets me pull it out of his mouth, with a plop. Nik pulls him down the table so that his legs dangle over the edge.

"Ready to worship your Mistress?" I ask, and Nik gets on all fours beside the table. 

I use my lover like a step ladder, and kneel on the table next to Seb's shoulder. He licks his lips, his throat obviously dry.

"Yes, Mistress," he replies in a coarse whisper.

Smiling, I lift the tulle layers of my skirt and plant my smooth pussy directly over his mouth, my knees on either side of his head.

"Be a good puppy and don't bite," I warn. 

I feel his warm breath tickle my pussy lips as he runs his tongue tentatively up my slit. I let my skirt go, and it covers his whole head as I sit on his face properly. Now his mouth and nose are covered by my sex, and he can only breathe when I lean back off him. I turn and put a hand on his chest, giving him ample opportunity to breathe while he flicks his tongue over my moist cleft, and watch as Nik applies liberal amounts of lubricant to his engorged cock at the foot of the table. He pushes a slick finger into Seb's depths, which makes the young man grunt under me, vibrations rushing into my wet channel.

"Mmm, Mistress, you've stretched your puppy's pussy so well, it's practically begging to be fucked, isn't that right, puppy?"

The only sound escaping Seb's lips is an agreeable hum as I push back over his face, forcing his tongue flat against my pussy. His hot breath is rushed out through his nose and over my clit, making it tingle deliciously, and I shudder all over at the sensation.

I lean on my knees, lifting myself up from Seb's overworked mouth to allow him a few moments to catch his breath. Before I can relax my sensitised pussy back onto his lips, I feel his body pushed up, and hear a strangled cry beneath me. A savage grunt from Nik tells me he has pushed his long staff all the way inside Seb's warm, velvety channel. I look back to see my lover's head thrown back in ecstasy, his cock buried to the hilt in Seb's ass. Curls of dark brown tickle against my puppy's balls, his own cock small and flaccid above. Nik looks back across at me, heat flushing his cheeks, and his eyes full of lust. I smile, then look down, lifting my skirt. Seb's tear streaked face is red, his eyes shut tight. His chin is just inches from my still slick pussy. I take in every wrinkle of pain to daydream about later.




Lucy Ch. 03



"What's wrong, puppy? Don't you want to worship your Mistress' pussy?" I ask in a teasing tone.

"It's too big, please," he pants, not opening his eyes.

This time it's Nik who responds, first by withdrawing from Seb's burning canal, and then pushing in again, as far as he can. Seb whimpers and cries, but remains pinned down.

"How rude!" Nik scolds as he pushes in again to a louder cry, "Mistress' pussy is not too big!" 

He repeats his movements, a little faster and harder, inadvertently rocking me closer to Seb's mouth.

"Mistress' pussy is perfect. Sweet and tight, puppy."

I push my hips down and force Seb's sobbing to cascade into my hot snatch. He suckles softly at my clit, snuffling against my enclosing smooth skin.

"Say it puppy, tell your Mistress how much you love her pussy," Nik is insistent now, but his thrusts have softened to shallow stabbing.

I lift up again, and Seb hiccups air into his lungs. Holding my skirt with one hand, I wipe his tears and lick my fingers. Bright blue eyes stare up at me hopelessly.

"I love my Mistress' pussy, it's sweet and tight," he whimpers, "Mistress' pussy is perfect," he adds softly.

"Do you love worshipping Mistress' pussy?" Nik demands.

Seb cries out again as another deep thrust chafes his tightened walls.

"Yes!"

"Then why did you lie about Mistress' pussy being too-" thrust, withdraw, "big?" thrust.

Nik stays still now, as deeply impaling our puppy as he can. Seb pants and shakes his head.

"Sir's cock is too big," he cries, "it hurts."

"Who does it hurt?" I ask, still lost in red-rimmed cerulean eyes.

Seb's lip trembles. He doesn't want to vocalise the endearment we've given him. I put my hand up to indicate to Nik to stay still.

"If you're a good boy and answer properly, Mistress will give you a treat," I say kindly, smiling sweetly down at him.

Seb's breathing slows. He's looking at me uncertainly, as though unsure what kind of treat he's being offered. I raise an eyebrow and he drops his gaze to stare through me to his toes.

"Sir's cock hurts puppy."

The words are uttered softly, and a sobbed breath follows. Still smiling, I caress his head with my free hand.

"Good boy," I coo quietly, brushing his fevered cheek.

Over my shoulder, I instruct Nik to use the gel, to his disappointment. As he withdraws from Seb completely with a small plop, puppy gasps, and I push my pussy back down over his mouth.

"Now, no more crying, puppy," I warn sternly.

He nods and I drop my skirt over his face again, encompassing his senses entirely with my heated sex. Nik has returned to the table, and I turn to watch as he applies a generous amount of stimulant gel to Seb's nether regions. He shows me a finger, slick with the light green gel, then buries it deeply into Seb's ass. He pulls it out, then shows me two fingers, and pushes them past the tight muscles. Seb groans into me, his tongue mimicking Nik's action. I start to pant wetly, my puppy's tongue stabbing straight into my pussy, his teeth grazing my blood-rushed clit continuously. I open my eyes long enough to see Nik showing me three gel covered fingers, then moan as I feel Seb freeze at the filling invasion. He groans into me again as I grind my hips back and forth over his tongue, letting small amounts of air get sucked in, and then I am mindless, feeling the strong muscles of my pussy contract uncontrollably around his tongue, pleasure rippling through my body, up my chest and down my thighs as I rock to completion. For a few blissful moments, I sit boneless on his mouth while he gingerly licks and laps my juices.

Fully sated, I become more aware and move off the table lithely. Seb sucks in breath after breath, his face red and hot. His back arches as Nik continues to use his fingers to stretch him, the gel beginning to work on his ass. His eyes are shut tight, and his breathing becomes more ragged. I watch, my head cocked to the side in amusement as his cock quickly comes back to life.

"Press his sweet spot, make my puppy bark," I order Nik.

He smiles, and curls his fingers upwards as he thrusts, rubbing Seb's prostate gland, hard. Seb's eyes snap open, and a cry escapes his lips. Nik stops moving his fingers, and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Does puppy like having his boycunt fingered?"

He rubs once more over the sensitive spot, making Seb's whole body spasm.

"Yes, Sir," he pants, "puppy loves having his pussy played with."

Nik pulls all fingers out of Seb's ass while I watch, standing close. He replaces his cock back at the now loosened entrance, and Seb whimpers in anticipation. Both men moan as Nik pushes his cock all the way into Seb's ass. With his elbows cradling the younger man's knees, Nik thrusts deep and hard, and Seb arches his back to meet the thrusts, bucking his hips back against him.

I capture Seb's lips with my own, and drink in his wanton cries as Nik plows into his ass. Watching my lover's cock disappear and reappear as he plunges himself into the tight, hot canal, I match his rhythm with my tongue, fucking Seb's mouth with the same forcefulness.

"Miss, may I?" Nik pants, not breaking the beat of his hard fucking.

Seb tenses at the words, and I pull away from our kiss. He stares up at me, and I feel like I can hear the silent plea coming from him.

"Not inside," I say, and stand back. "I want puppy to taste you."

Nodding his understanding, Nik pulls out quickly from Seb's ass, making him moan at the sudden emptiness, and strides up to his head. He pulls the young man from under the shoulders until his head hangs over the edge of the bench. Without waiting for him to catch his breath, Nik forces his mouth open and pushes his hard cock all the way down Seb's throat, making him gag and struggle.

Within seconds, Nik is grunting, holding the young man's head still, forcing his cock in as deeply as he can. He tenses, and raises up on his tiptoes, and throws his head back in sheer bliss as he cums, shooting his seed down Seb's throat.

As soon as he's finished, he pulls out and falls back, leaning on the staircase railing to recover, and our young Canadian rolls over on the metal table, coughing and gasping in ragged breaths.

"He'll need the soothing cream," Nik says, finally, taking his time cleaning up around us, "and a shower."

Standing by the expressionless blue eyes, I unlock the collar from around Seb's neck, and caress his weary face gently, but he doesn't react to my touch and I wonder briefly if we've broken him, then realise that is exactly what I want.

"Showers first, then. The salve can wait until we're all in bed."

Leaving Nik to tend to Seb, I wander away, up the basement stairs and through the house, quietly contemplating whether the young Canadian is the new playmate I'd been looking for, or whether my love and I will be disappointed once more.



Lucy Ch. 04



Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. These stories contain adults in sexual situations. If reading BDSM, stories of non-consent, or stories containing gay male and anal play offends you, find something else to read.

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I wasn't pissed off, not any more. That feeling had disappeared years ago. Two weeks after he stopped calling, and I felt a sense of betrayal. Two months later, and I was well and truly back in the hole he'd pulled me out of. Now, almost two years later, and I felt like I'd lost everything of myself. I locked away my camera, and stopped studying. I retreated to my music and my room, and barely left it. If I had to go out in public, I wore black again in an effort to shun everyone. 

Mum and Dad didn't understand; Mum cried, and the last words Dad said to me were 'Get out', and after the months of verbal lashings we'd given each other, I no longer had any intention of sticking around.

I went to the first place I knew to begin my search. It cost me two hundred dollars and an hour of painful floggings at Hellfire to get the information I wanted from the House Mistress. The Domme told me he, although no less potent in public, had all but retreated to serving an unheard of Dominatrix by the name of Lucy. Before I left her den, the Domme offered me a position under her whip, and I respectfully declined. I spent the rest of the afternoon drinking at The Gauge, trying to forget the experience. 

The sun had long since set by the time I'd drunk enough courage to follow the Domme's directions to his house. I caught a cab, which cost me another hundred, but finally I recognised the neighbourhood we were driving through.

"Here," I said, and the cab driver pulled over.

I walked the rest of the way, my resolve crumbling away with every step. By the time I was standing before the familiar front door, I was shaking. I hadn't thought this through; I didn't know what I was going to say. And how was he going to react to me standing on his doorstep after so long, anyway?

Swallowing back the bile that threatened to tip into my dry mouth, I closed my eyes and pressed the doorbell. I heard the chime, and waited. My hands were clammy, and I tried to steady my breathing, but it was no use.

I didn't hear or see the doorknob turn, but I knew he was standing in front of me, and biting my lip, opened my eyes.

"Cody. Have you been drinking?"

God, he looked different, but so much was the same. He'd let his hair grow, but his body was still lean and muscular. Those familiar leather pants clung to his thighs, but there was something different about him, something I couldn't pinpoint.

"You stopped calling," I said quietly, not knowing what else to say to him.

He frowned, but his shoulders were slightly slumped as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. I lowered my eyes. I knew that look; he was disappointed in me, and I swayed where I stood.

"You're wearing that ridiculous make-up, again."

I wanted to cry; Even after all this time, I wanted to fall at his feet and beg him to take me back, but I just stood there, staring at my boots.

"Who is it?"

A high pitched, female voice struck me. I looked up, and into the green eyes of a young red-head. 

"So it's true, then," I slurred, barely able to speak, let alone think coherently.

She looked from me to him, who'd turned around to her.

"This is Cody."

I stared at her, I couldn't help it. This was the woman who'd stolen him from me, but I couldn't do anything about it; I was frozen.

"Sir?"

The title slipped out of me before I realised it, and as he turned sharply back to me, I saw sudden understanding cross her face.

"Cody," she greeted, stepping forward with a warm smile. "Won't you come in?"

He stepped from the door, into the hallway, closer to her, and further away from me. I couldn't allow it, and immediately followed, stepping into the dim entrance-way.

"I'm Lucy," she added, holding a hand out to me.

One look at him, and his subtle shake of the head, and I knew better than to use her name, or take her outstretched hand. Instead I looked down, until her hand was under my chin, lifting my eyes to meet hers.

"You're going to shower, wash off that eye-shadow and come downstairs."

I gulped and nodded.

"Miss?"

Nik was watching us intently, but his expression was unreadable.

"Go with him, Nik. I want him clean and sober."

Nik? Nik?! I stared at the girl as she skipped away and disappeared through the basement door.

"Come with me."

None of his power had diminished then, as he spoke with complete command. I did as I was told, and after he closed the front door, I followed him up the stairs to the bathroom. He closed the door behind us, and gave me an appraising glare.

"What are you doing here, Cody?" he asked, as he turned me around and around, undressing me quickly.

I saw my naked reflection in the large mirror, and hiccuped. A trail of tears, made grey by make-up had slid down my cheeks without me even realising it. I wiped at them futilely and sniffled.

"I had to find you," I said, finally, gulping again. 

He was naked as well, and was turning taps, his back to me.

"Who whipped you?" he asked, watching me with one hand under the shower.

I lowered my gaze again.

"Mistress Danica."

He beckoned me to him.

"From Hellfire? Why did you go to her?"

I walked, wobbling slightly under his intense gaze until the hot water was rushing over me.

"I had to find you," I repeated, sniffling again. 

I knew tears were coming fast, but under the rain of the shower, they could go unnoticed. What wouldn't go unnoticed was my uncontrollable shaking. I could feel my bottom lip trembling.

"Close your eyes."

Soap slicked hands washed me from head to toe, and it felt like the first time all over again. His touch was gentle, and so new to me.

"Why her?"

The soft touch became a tight strangle hold around my throat, but before I could struggle for breath, he released just as quickly.

"Miss Lucy is very important to me," he said quietly, his voice close to my ear.

He pulled me under the water again, letting the water run the soap off me.

"And I'm not."

Lips were on me, strong and powerful, and I melted against him, let him take what he wanted from my mouth.

"You taste like cheap wine."

I sobbed aloud then; maybe he missed me, but he was angry, and god, how he could scare and arouse me when he was angry. 

"Get on your knees, and I will show you how important to me you are."

I dropped to my knees as soon as the words left his mouth. Fingers traced my lips. I stayed as still as possible, my eyes closed against the hot water raining on my face and off his body, and waited for his word.

"Open."

I opened my mouth wide, and his semi-hard cock was placed just inside my lips.

"Drink."

I closed my lips around his warm member, and began swallowing, ignoring taste, touch or smell. I was where I belonged, after the anguish of being cast aside, and moaned at the need to stay where I was. The hot flow quickly stopped, but I continued to suck, my tongue licking and searching for more.

"Good boy. Make me cum," he said, his hands resting on my head.

I put my hands on his thighs, the only place I was allowed to touch, and began sucking him in earnest. His cock grew in my mouth, and I continued to work it with my tongue. He pressed my head closer, and began fucking my mouth, forcing his cock down my throat, pushing until my nose was pressed against skin.

He kept me there, and I relaxed completely until I knew my body would start struggling for breath. This fight was what excited him most, and as soon as every muscle began tensing, clenching around his cock, he pulled back, and thrust into my mouth a few more times before finally allowing me to breathe.

I gasped as much air as I could with the head of his cock still in my mouth, and when he decided I'd breathed enough, he pushed my head again, fucking my mouth slowly, but deeply, stretching my throat with his meat, and finally held me still with just the head of his cock in my mouth again.

"Swallow," he ordered, and I sucked the engorged tip greedily, overwhelmed by the need to drink his essence. 

He growled then, and pushed his cock as far down my throat as he could. I felt his hot cum forcing it's way down my throat. He withdrew slowly, still cumming, but I kept my mouth secured tightly around him, swallowing everything he gave me.

He patted me on the back of the head, and I let go of his slackening member.

"Open."

I opened my mouth to show him I'd swallowed all of his cum, and he patted me on the head again.

"Good boy. Get up."

I stood as he turned the water off, but I was still overwhelmed, and still fairly drunk; more-so on what he'd just fed me.

He guided me out of the shower, and thrust a towel into my hands. I dried him off, making sure I was thorough, enjoying the feel of his body under the towel, and then rubbed the half-wet towel over my own body. I ignored my erection. It wasn't up to me whether it would be dealt with, or not.

"Cody."

I was staring at the towel in my hands, and had missed everything he'd said. I looked up to see him dressed back in his leather pants, looking at me curiously.

"You asked why?"

I frowned. Did I?

"Sorry, Sir," I mumbled, laying the towel over a rail.

He ignored me and started walking away, down the stairs.

"Pay attention. Lucy has company in the basement. Behave and be quiet while we're there. Do not disturb them."

"Yes, Sir."

I followed him down to the basement door. He held the doorknob, but didn't open it.

"I expect you to obey Lucy as well as you obey me. Do you understand?"

I nodded; I didn't care.

"Cody," he said sternly.

I shivered.

"Yes, Sir, I understand."

"Good. Follow me."

He opened the door, and waited for me to start walking down the stairs. I knew he'd lock the door once I stepped through, but the resounding click still made me jump. I held onto the rail as I walked down. The lighting wasn't overwhelming, and I could see the dungeon hadn't changed at all in my absence, except for one thing. 

A naked man, on his elbows and knees, was strapped to the stainless steel bench in the middle of the room. Black nylon rope was wound around his arms and legs, pinning him securely to the table, and a metal T-bar held him up at the hips. He wasn't blindfolded, but he didn't notice me. I wasn't surprised. His mouth was filled with a phallic gag, and dribble was escaping around the corners of his lips and pooled below his chin on the bench. I knew from experience that it meant the gag had been in place for at least an hour. Which made the fucking machine all the more troubling. It pushed and pulled a large dildo in his arse at a slow, but steady pace.

"Do you like my toy?" 

Lucy was sitting cross-legged in the black leather chair. I turned to her, and saw my Master standing on the last step. I nodded mutely. She got up, and walked around me once, making me realise suddenly that I was naked in front of a stranger. She stepped over to the man, and lifted his chin. His eyes were closed, but at her touch, they opened.

I stared into bright blue eyes, but only saw glazed lust, no real recognition in them. Either the man wasn't really seeing me, or he didn't care.

"Sebastian, say hello to Cody."

The man moaned into his gag, and she released his chin. He closed his eyes again, his attention forced back to the continuous, mechanical fucking he was receiving. At closer inspection, I saw a wide belt of plastic secured around the base of his cock and balls. It kept him soft, and unable to cum, though a string of semen made it's way to a small puddle on the bench-top.

"Miss, may I check him?"

Lucy nodded, and Sir moved over to Sebastian. The young man didn't notice him until he turned the machine off, and pulled the dildo out of him. I watched, entranced. As soon as his anal passage was emptied, Sebastian's eyes flashed open, and he started moaning louder, trying unsuccessfully to push himself backward. Lucy pulled his face up to hers again.

"Be patient, pet," she cooed softly.

Distracted, I didn't see that my Master had pushed fingers into Sebastian's arse until the bound man groaned and pushed back against him.

"He can take another hour," Sir said, removed his fingers, and replaced the fucking machine.

He set it to a slightly faster pace than before, and watched as it impaled Sebastian again and again, to the man's renewed moans. Lucy giggled and sat back on the chair, a satisfied smile on her face. She stopped, and gave me a funny look, and I realised I was panting, my own eyes half-closed at the scene in front of me.

"Are you still drunk?"

I swallowed, figuring I should be completely honest.

"A bit," I replied, nodding. 

Her gaze went from me to Nik, back to me again, instantly going from sweet and happy to annoyed.

"I thought I said I wanted him sober?" she barked, and I was sure my eyes bulged when I saw a guilty blush grace my Master's cheeks.

"I can't control the effects of alcohol, Miss," he replied, walking over to me. "Open," he commanded, and I opened my mouth.

He pushed the fingers that had been inside the bound man's arse into my mouth. I couldn't help but moan wantonly as the taste of Sebastian's arse and lube touched my tongue. I closed my eyes and sucked each digit in turn.

"He is still useful, Miss," I heard him say, and I moaned in agreement.

Lucy didn't say anything, and I opened my eyes to look over Master's shoulder at her, my tongue still pulling every flavour off his fingers.

"Enough."

I opened my mouth, and let the fingers go. I was hard again, painfully so, and it was getting harder to ignore.

"Come here, and sit down," Lucy ordered, pointing at the floor by her feet.

I walked over meekly, and sat, curling my legs under me. Lucy put a hand on my head, and stroked gently. 

"It took a lot for you to get here," she said softly.

I looked up at her. Something told me she knew what I'd been through, and more than that, something told me she cared. Was it her fault I'd lost him in the first place? Yes. Was it her fault he never attempted to contact me again? No. Losing himself completely was something he was incapable of.

I was slowly starting to feel sober, when the man tied to the bench's moans started getting louder. Part of me wanted to relieve him of the torment he was in, but another part of me knew he was there because he wanted to be there. He wanted the torture of being slowly and continuously fucked without possibility of release. He wanted the lack of control they were giving him.

Lucy and Master were watching him curiously as he writhed against his bonds. I shivered; his need to cum was getting harder to control, but his restriction would hold him back long after he lost consciousness or his sanity, or both.

"Not long, Miss."

I turned to look at my Master, and Lucy's fingers stilled from their soft caresses.

"Cody?"

I turned my attention back to her. 

"It's your choice. Give him what he wants, or give him what he needs," she said, still soft-spoken, her gaze on me unflinching.

"Me?"

Lucy nodded, and gave me a sweet smile.

"Can I take the gag off him and ask him?" 

Standing behind her, Master shook his head.

"He won't make any sense."

I frowned to myself. If I left him alone to his torture, he'd pass out or lose his mind. But if I gave him the orgasm his body was begging for, he might hate me. I didn't know this man. What did it matter if he hated me for ending his nirvana of need?

"I'd like to give him what he needs," I said finally, not entirely sure what that was going to entail.

"Take the T bar away," Lucy instructed, taking her hand off my head.

I stared at my Master as he approached Sebastian. He unscrewed the base of the bar, and took it away, then beckoned me over. Standing nervously, I walked towards him as the bound man's body dropped low, near the bench. He had better manoeuvrability over the lower half of his body now, and he was helping the machine do it's job, pushing back against it mindlessly. Master turned it off, and the muffled moans coming from Sebastian changed to pained whimpers. Master pulled my wrist behind my back, and walked me to the front of the bench. Pressing one hand on my back, he pushed me down until I was bent over it, my chest touching the cold steel, my face inches from Sebastian's. I was breathing heavily already, my cock twitching at the simple touches my Master was bestowing on me.

"Stay."

He walked away from me, then, and I was left staring into the unfocused blue eyes of Lucy's 'toy'. I wasn't kept wondering very long, as Master was back behind me, and Sebastian's eyes were drawn to what ever my Master was doing behind me.

Very suddenly, a slick finger was pressed into my arse, and I gasped. Lost in his own sexual torment, Sebastian's eyes only grew more hazy as my Master added another finger and moved them inside me. It had been months since I'd been touched this way, but my body was reacting just as strongly, if not stronger. I couldn't help but moan as he scissored them roughly inside me, stretching me easily.

"Your pleasure belongs to me, Cody. Remember that," he said, leaning into my ear.

"Yes, Sir," I nodded feebly.

He took the fingers out of my arse, pulled me up and turned me around.

"Open."

As soon as his fingers were in my mouth again, I closed my eyes in bliss. I sucked desperately at the digits that had just been ruthlessly fucking my arse.

"Cody, Look at me," he ordered, and as soon as our eyes met, I felt a maddening need for him to take me. "Let go," he said, finally, but I hesitated.

I wanted more of him.

"Cody."

Lucy was standing next to us, watching me, and I reluctantly let the fingers slide out of my mouth.

"Don't be selfish," she added. "Someone's waiting for your attention."

I blushed and looked down, but she lifted my chin again, and pulled me by the hand to the side of the bench. 

"Up."

Master helped me get on the bench, and I swung a leg under the man to lie underneath him. It was difficult; he was still pushing himself back on the dildo planted firmly in his arse, and we weren't even an inch from each other. Lucy moved around until she was back in front of him. My Master took hold of the wide band of plastic constricting his cock and balls.

"This might hurt a little, pet," she whispered.

Sebastian's scream against his gag made me jump, and his feverish, sweat-slicked body touched mine for a moment.

"Turn over."

I did as I was told, and Lucy pulled my hands up past Sebastian's chin, pressing my grip over the edge of the bench. His cock rested on top of my arse now, and just as I became dizzy at the thought of being taken by him, my Master moved his hand between us. One moment, I felt the tip of a cock at my entrance, and the next, Sebastian sheathed himself completely within me. I howled, saw stars, and almost passed out from the brutality with which he took me.

Reduced to a primal animal, he pounded into me, the loosening my Master had provided my neglected arse doing little to stop the intense burn. He was grunting against the gag, and it wasn't long before I felt his body above me go rigid. Wet heat filled my anal passage as he came, but he didn't stop.

Sebastian recovered quickly, and began fucking me again. His cum had made my channel slick, and where it had burned only moments ago, the friction had lessened. His pace was slower, and I felt his cock graze my prostate with every thrust. I moaned, and began to push back against him.

"He's going to bite through the gag," Lucy whispered to Master, and he walked around to check.

"No, he won't. Cody your pleasure belongs to me. You will not orgasm without my permission."




Lucy Ch. 04



I was tuned to acute awareness of my Master's voice, and bit my tongue in an effort to stem my building need.

"Nik, come here."

They disappeared from my vision, and left me to the constant, hard fucking Sebastian was giving me. We were both moaning, him out of pure, uninhibited bliss, and me out of the torture of self-restraint.

Before long, the continuous stroking of my prostate pushed me too close to the edge, and I felt a familiar pull in my balls. I panicked, knowing how much trouble I'd be in if I came. In an attempt to stop myself from climax, I banged my fist against the bench and focussed on the pain shooting through my arm. 

"God, please," I begged, my breath huffing out of me, "please cum, I can't take it any more."

Maybe he was tiring himself out, or maybe he heard my words from underneath him, but Sebastian's pace quickened, and after a few sharp thrusts, he pushed himself as deep into me as he could, drenching my insides with his hot cum.

Exhausted, he fell on top of me, his cock still pushed deeply in my aching arse, the dildo still pushed deeply in his. Without the movement, the pain shooting up from my fist was getting to me.

"Looks like our pets are done."

I looked up between Sebastian's head and arms to see my Master on his knees in front of Lucy's lifted skirt. She gave me a wicked smile and a wink as he got up and straightened her skirt. She stood as well, and walked over to us.

"You'll have to be patient, Cody. Sebastian's unconscious," she said, wiping a curl of sweaty hair from my face.

I nodded and waited. I felt my Master at the edge of the bench, removing the fucking machine slowly, and then untied the knotted rope from around Sebastian's ankles. At the same time, Lucy untied his arms, and between the two of them, they pulled him out and off of me, rolling him onto his side next to me.

I moved away, lying precariously close to the edge of the bench, but didn't dare touch my cock because I knew I'd cum. Lucy unbuckled the gag, but it stayed put. She gave Master a raised eyebrow, and he went to work, massaging the passed out man's jaw until it came free. As soon as the phallus was removed from his mouth, Sebastian woke, coughing up copious amounts of saliva. 

"Looks like he did almost bite through it," Lucy mused aloud, putting the gag in the sink.

"Miss?" Sebastian called in a croaky voice, but then his eyes closed again.

"They need water," Master said, and I suddenly realised how thirsty I was. "Cody, can you walk?"

I nodded, forgetting he wouldn't be satisfied with that.

"Cody!" he barked, and I jumped.

"Yes, Sir," I instantly replied, but my throat was dry, so it only came out as a whisper.

"Go with Miss Lucy to the living room."

"Yes, Sir."

I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bench. My whole lower body ached, and I felt sweaty and used, but I followed the petite red-head up the stairs to the basement door. With every step, it felt as though Sebastian's cum was dribbling from my body. She unlocked the door and walked through, letting me follow silently behind.

"Come and have a glass of water, then I want you to go take a shower," Lucy said, walking into the kitchen.

She handed me a tall glass, and I took it, forgetting the throbbing pain in my hand, and hissing, I dropped it. Lucy yelped and jumped back as glass shattered all over the kitchen floor.

"I'm so sorry," I apologised, bending down to pick up the largest pieces. 

At once, pain seared up from my arse to my back, and I stood and leaned against the sink, putting my face in my hands.

"Cody, stop moving."

Lucy's sweet voice turned into a hard demand, and I couldn't help but shiver.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again, unexpected tears starting to brim.

"Cody, look at me."

The girl was in front of me in a second, appraising me, and then her hand was on my cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

I ignored her hands wiping my cheeks, and shook my head.

"I don't know."

Lucy gave me a stern look. 

"Mhm. Go upstairs and wash up. We're going to talk about this," she said, lifting a tear from my cheek, "all of us."

I left her to the mess I'd made in the kitchen, and walked quietly upstairs. By the time I'd washed and dried my sore body, Master arrived, carrying Sebastian through the door to the bathroom.

"Run a shower."

I hastened to do as I was told with my good hand, while Sebastian was lowered onto the toilet lid. 

"The shower's ready, Sir," I said softly.

"Thank-you, Cody. Sebastian, wake up," he said, slapping the young man lightly on each cheek. 

Sebastian's eyes slowly opened, rolling lazily at Master.

"That's it," Master coerced quietly. "Come back, Seb, it's over."

"Over?"

I watched, feeling like an intruder until Master called me over to hold the man upright while he undressed.

"Help me get him into the shower."

Taking one arm, I helped pull the semi-conscious man into the shower, bracing him against the wall. I held him steady, careful not to put any weight on my sore hand while Master washed him, taking the same care as he'd taken with me.

"Where is Lucy?" he asked, scrubbing Sebastian clean.

"In the kitchen, Sir. She said she wants all of us to talk."

"I agree. We have a lot to discuss before I drive you home."

I cringed at that; in the heat of the moment, when I'd decided to find him, I hadn't thought that far ahead.

"It's okay, I'll call a cab," I said, frowning to myself.

"Who're you?" Sebastian asked softly, his bright blue eyes half-opened, searching my face. "Did we have sex?"

I was surprised at the accent. I'd assumed he was English, but it sounded like he was an American.

"Kind of," I muttered, trying to give him a small smile.

Master pulled him under the water, away from me, and he raised a tired arm to keep it out of his eyes.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked as soon as his face was free of the pouring water.

I shook my head, still smiling, even a little touched that he was concerned about me.

"No, I hurt myself."

"Why?"

His eyes were closing again, and I turned off the shower taps. Master pulled him into towel clad arms, and rubbed him down gently. I took the towel I'd used on both of us earlier, and quickly dried off again. 

"He hurt himself because he wanted to do what he was told."

I stood stumped, surprised that my Master had noticed that.

"You told him to hurt himself?"

"No, Seb. Open your eyes for me. We're going to go down to the living room. Can you do that?"

Sebastian seemed to really think it over. He stood, swaying and shivering in the towel for a minute while Master dried himself off and threw on white cotton pants.

"I think-" he began, but didn't finish.

Dropping the towel, Master caught him before he hit the ground. 

"Well, at least we got that far," he said, gaining a better hold on the unconscious man.

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked, surprised at my own concern.

Master gave me a curious look while cradling Sebastian.

"He will be. Sebastian is Miss Lucy's, not mine," he added, walking from the bathroom. "His well-being is her responsibility, but her well-being is mine, and so his is by association. Does that make sense, Cody?"

We walked down the stairs, Master taking each slowly, until we reached the living room.

"Yes, Sir. But," I stopped talking; I didn't know how to continue.

"But you're wondering where you fit into this picture?" Lucy asked from where she sat on a leather lounge.

Master lay Sebastian's unconscious body down next to Lucy, resting his head in her lap, and then disappeared into the kitchen. I was still standing, unsure if I really wanted to be part of this conversation. When he came back, it was with a lidded cup of water and a small first aid kit. He gave the sipper cup to Lucy, and then guided me to the front of a black leather recliner.

"Sit."

I stared at him as he sat in the recliner, and watched him open the kit.

"Sit down with us, Cody," Lucy beckoned me gently, and I sat on my calves in front of the chair.

He lay a hand on my head reassuringly, and I let him stroke my hair absently.

"Give me your hand."

Trembling, I held out my hand, but Master was gentle examining me, and only when he put pressure against the the heel of my hand did I hiss and try to pull back.

"Stay still. What else did Danica demand from you?" he asked, and I looked up at him while he wrapped my hand and wrist in a white bandage.

"How did you know?"

He chuckled softly.

"Because Danica is a greedy bitch."

"Money, and she asked me to be a permanent fixture."

He chuckled again, and let go of my now bandaged hand.

"Did you tell her you're gay?"

I blushed.

"No."

"Do your parents know, yet?"

At this I frowned, and had to swallow.

Master's hand rested on my head again.

"I see. Is that why you've taken a step backward?"

"I didn't take a step backward," I said quietly.

"Of course it isn't!"

I looked at Lucy incredibly, her outburst was exactly what I'd wanted to say; but she woke Sebastian, and he squirmed on the lounge.

"Miss?"

"Isn't it obvious, Nik?"

Lucy frowned at my Master, but cupped a hand on Sebastian's cheek to show she'd heard him, and offered the sipper to his lips.

"If I've never heard of Cody before today, then you haven't spoken or seen him since we met. Which is what-"

"Two years," Nik replied immediately.

"So two years pass by, without a visit or even a phone call. So much time and he still comes running to you. How many others have you shunned because of me? How do you think that makes me feel?"

I was stunned into silence. For the first time since I'd met him, Master was uncertain. He was staring at her with an intense blush.

"You're everything to me," he quietly said.

I believed him, and Lucy's expression softened. She wasn't angry, but she clearly wasn't going to let him off so easily.

"What are you to him?"

Master frowned, and looked at me.

"Cody?"

My bottom lip was trembling fiercely. If I had to speak, I was going to break down, I knew it. I could already feel tears threatening to spill again.

"No more crying, Cody," he said gently, and pulled me up into his lap.

I sighed shakily, and breathed him in as he held me. Even if it wasn't going to last I could still remember this forever. A slurping sound caught all our attention. Blushing furiously, Sebastian put the cup down.

"Sorry."

Lucy was smiling sweetly at him.

"Do you want more?"

He shook his head, and I pressed my face back into Master's neck.

"It's getting very late," he murmured, and I held on to him tighter. "I'll drive you home."

"I'll call a cab."

I couldn't go home, not now. But I didn't want them knowing that. 

"I said I'll drive you, Cody. I'm driving Sebastian home, anyhow."

Master's voice had become stern; there was no arguing with him. If he dropped me back at home, he'd wait for me to walk into the house before leaving. I'd thrown my keys at Dad before I stormed from the house; there was really no returning.

"Cody, what aren't you telling us?"

Lucy was watching me cling to her man with a concerned expression. She continued to stroke Sebastian's cheek, but he'd gone back to sleep again.

"N-nothing. It's an hour's drive. You shouldn't have to do that," I replied, turning back to him.

He was frowning again, and I tried to smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows with my bandaged hand, but he caught them in his own.

"Don't lie to me. What happened?"

My bottom lip trembled again. Why could I not control my own body?

"Can't go home," I managed to get out, before I became a choking mess of tears and hiccups.

"Why not?"

"Dad, threw, m-me, out," I sobbed. 

There seemed to be no end to the tears, but Master let me cry against him, my pitiful state diminishing his beautiful body. He rocked me until there weren't any tears left. I was a mess. An embarrassed, aching and exhausted mess, and he kept holding me close to him.

Another, cooler hand brushed my cheek, and I realised Lucy was standing over us, watching me. She gave me a small smile, her hand on my shoulder.

"What are we going to do with you?"



Lucy Ch. 05



Author's Note: 

Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. These stories contain adults in sexual situations. If reading BDSM, stories of non-consent, or stories containing gay male and anal play offends you, find something else to read.

Focussing on other stories, I haven't had a chance to look at Lucy, but here we are. There'll be a few more chapters coming soon. 

~~~~~~

"This isn't going to work."

"Of course it will. Stay here and do as you're told."

The young man gave his companion a sidelong glance. More than once, Lucy had stumped him, and she'd done it again. She was small, petite even, and a classic red-head. Sweet and innocent one moment, fiery and tempestuous, the next.

"Mr and Mrs Browning, pleased to meet you," she murmured under her breath, and opened the car door. "Wait here. I shouldn't be more than thirty minutes."

"Miss, I really don't want you to go in there alone," Nik said from the driver's seat, but Lucy had already closed the car door again, and he had no choice but to watch with Cody as the petite redhead walked away up the street.

Taking a deep breath, Lucy knocked on the door. She didn't look back; she didn't want to give the Brownings the opportunity to see their son peering out at them from Nik's car window.

"Susan Browning?"

"Yes?" frowned the woman as she opened the door.

"Mrs Browning, pleased to meet you," Lucy said gently, extending a hand. "My name's Lucy. I go to college with Cody."

"Cody? Have you seen him? Is he alright?"

"Yes," Lucy said, still smiling warmly at the woman. "May I come in?"

Nik and Cody watched Lucy disappear into the Browning residence.

"So far, so good," Cody muttered, shaking his head.

"Mrs. Browning, is your husband home?"

"Susan, please. And no, Mark's at work. Cup of tea?"

"Please," Lucy enthused, and sat on a recliner. "To be honest, I'm kind of glad Mr. Browning's not here. From what Cody said, he's a bit scary."

Susan returned from the kitchen, two mugs in her hands. She gave one to the girl and frowned, sitting across from her.

"He's not, he just wants what's best for Cody; we both do, but it's just so hard when he won't talk to us."

"Even more when he's been kicked out," Lucy added with a raised eyebrow. "He told me," she added when Susan only frowned at her more deeply.

Susan sipped her tea and regarded the young girl from where she sat.

"He was doing so well, just a few years ago. He started going to school again, then all of a sudden he's shutting himself up in his room just like before. He says barely two words to us unless it's an insult and Mark was at the end of his tether; he didn't mean what he said."

"Well," Lucy replied shrugging, "whatever happened, he's sleeping off a nasty hangover at my place."

"Well, thank goodness he's alright."

Lucy blew on her tea.

"I wouldn't go that far," she said softly.

"You said you go to college with him?"

Lucy smiled and sipped.

"Well, not lately," she replied. "After the break-up, he started skipping class."

"The break-up?"

Lucy internally crossed her fingers, her tongue ready to spin her story.

"He didn't tell you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

Susan shook her head. 

"He doesn't tell us anything."

"Oh," Lucy said, staring at her cup and fidgeting. "I don't know, I mean, he doesn't know I'm here, I just came to get some of his things. He told me his dad kicked him out, so I just assumed it was because he'd told you."

Susan shook her head again, and curiosity got the better of her.

"Told us what?"

"Mrs Browning, Susan, sorry. Cody's break-up, well he told me it was his first real relationship, you know. The one you go all the way with," Lucy said, frowning and cringing, but the woman only nodded and sat forward. "He got real quiet, didn't want to hang out any more, and when I asked him what was up, he said that Nik had stopped calling. Every day he just looked worse and worse. The last day he came to school, he told me Nik was everything to him, that he couldn't live without him."

Lucy stopped and waited with baited breath for the information to sink in. To her surprise, Cody's mother's expression didn't darken, instead she relaxed, and sat back.

"You're telling me my son is gay?"

Lucy nodded.

"And he was too scared to tell us?"

"I guess," Lucy said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Oh, my poor boy. All these years and he didn't tell us, but he was right. He couldn't tell us. Mark, he'd have kicked him out anyway. My husband, you see, he's a devout Christian. This... this would have destroyed both of them."

Impressed with the woman's acceptance, Lucy decided to give her some more information.

"Well, that's not all," she said, tightening the grip on her internally crossed fingers. "Before Cody stopped coming to school, I took Nik's number off his phone, and got in contact with him, myself. I wanted to know what was going on."

Susan Browning was hanging on Lucy's every word, and the girl continued.

"Nik told me he'd made Cody too reliant on him. He told me he'd paid for the photography course and the camera as presents, and he felt like he was having too much influence on Cody's decisions. He didn't mean to hurt him, he'd just wanted to withdraw so that Cody could grow on his own."

"So, let me get this straight," Susan said, frowning. "This Nik, he's the reason Cody stopped acting so strange and went to school?"

"Well I don't know what Cody was like before I met him, but yeah I guess, if what he was like last night is any indication."

Susan put her cup down and sat back in the lounge. She wondered at the girl sitting in front of her, could see the obvious concern etched on Lucy's sweet face. Finally, after a long minute, she decided if her son could trust her, then so could she.

"I don't suppose you can get in contact with Nik again? Only, I mean, if the only reason they're not together is because he didn't want to smother Cody. It's, just, well it seems like he's the only one who ever got through to him. Even if it means my son is with a man, I don't care, as long as he's healthy and happy."

Lucy recognised the courage it took for Cody's mother to say this and nodded her head.

"I'll try. Either way, I'll get him back to college. I miss my study-mate, anyhow," she replied, smiling. "Oh, speaking of which, I don't mean to impose, but would you mind if I picked up some of Cody's things?" she asked, standing.

"Oh, yes of course, first door up on your left," Susan said, and pointed at the staircase. "Are you sure it's okay with your parents for him to stay with you?"

"I don't live with my parents," Lucy replied, smiling as she walked to the stairs. "I've only got one house-mate, and we've got a spare room, so it's really no trouble at all."

Susan nodded, and went back to staring at her mug. Lucy disappeared from the woman's view, and felt herself relax as she entered Cody's room. It was a complete mess, and smelled of boy. Every inch of wall was covered with posters of rock bands, and CDs were strewn across the floor.

Tiptoeing over dirty clothes and books, she grabbed a large, empty backpack and took the key Cody had given her out of her skirt pocket. Unlocking the chest at the end of his bed, she took out the camera Nik had given him, and the bundle of photography magazines, packing them swiftly into the bag. Uninterested in the majority of items in his room, she grabbed his phone, charger and mp3 player from his bedside table and packed those as well.

"I've got his phone and charger, so if you want to ring Cody, you should be able to get a hold of him," Lucy said, as she walked back down the stairs.

"I seriously doubt he'll want to talk to us," the woman said bitterly as she watched her head for the door. 

Lucy nodded and slung the heavy bag over her shoulder. She spied a phone on the hallway bureau, and next to it lay a notepad and pen. 

"This is my home number. If you can't get in touch with him, call me. I might not be able to get him on the phone, but at least you'll know he's okay," she said and scribbled the home number down.

"Thank-you, Lucy," Susan said, and Lucy told herself to describe the woman's genuine smile to Cody later. "Please tell him to call me when he's ready."

"I will," Lucy reassured, and opened the front door. "Goodbye, Susan."

Without a backward glance, Lucy skipped down the road to the black sedan still parked where they'd stopped. The passenger door was opened from the inside, and ducking her head, she passed the bag over before getting in.

"Your mother's very nice," she mentioned lightly, buckling her seatbelt.

Cody opened his backpack and frowned.

"Yeah, when she's not letting dad walk all over her," he said, bitterly.

"The things we do for the ones we love," she replied, giving him a meaningful look.

"Cody, you're forgetting something," Nik said sternly from the driver's seat, already changing gears to pull away from the curb.

"Thank-you," he murmured, zipping his bag back up again. "Miss," he added, seeing his Master's glare in the rear-view mirror.

"You're moving in," Lucy said, staring out the car window as though she hadn't heard him. "Nik, can we convert the downstairs storage space?"

Nik nodded thoughtfully, and glanced at her through the rear-view mirror, even as Cody stared at her incredulously. 

"I've been meaning to get a storage shed installed in the back yard. The soundproofing will have to wait again, though," he said, and Lucy clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Order the shed when we get home. Then I want that room cleared as soon as possible."

"Wait, please," Cody begged, his head reeling. "Why are you doing this?"

Lucy turned her attention to the young man.

"You need somewhere to sleep, or would you prefer the foot of our bed?" Nik asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

Cody blushed bright red, and sat back, his head reeling.

"You're going back to school."

"But-"

"And we're going to get you a part time job."

"Wait-"

"What part of 'do as you're told' don't you understand?" Lucy asked, curtly.

Shivers ran up Cody's arms and spine, but he said nothing more.

"I've told your mother she's welcome to call you when she wants, and I also told her," she continued when he looked ready to interrupt, "that you'll call her when you're ready. If you don't pick up her calls, she'll call the house, and I will ensure you speak with her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," he whispered, not daring to say anything else for fear that his voice would tremble.

A week later, and Cody was staring at the room he'd been given. Nik had bought all the furniture, making sure it was tastefully coordinated with the rest of his house. The single bed had bars at the top, and Cody hadn't needed to wonder what they were for, as his Master had already hooked cuffs over them, after installing eye-bolts at other points around the room. Just looking at the subtly added adornments made his stomach turn in anticipation, and his groin stir with arousal.

Cody liked the way the room was set up, but it still looked bare, and if it weren't for his books sitting on a shelf, someone could pass the room by without knowing it was being lived in.

"I thought your room could use some decorating," Lucy said, as if reading his mind.

Turning to find the petite redhead smiling warmly at him, Cody spied the flat package in her hands.

"Thank-you, Miss," he murmured, accepting the gift. "What is it?"

Lucy smiled.

"Open it and see."

Sitting on the side of the small bed, Cody ripped the wrapping, and recognised one of his photos, enlarged and framed by a heavy black border. In the picture was his Master, sitting in his leather recliner, absorbed in a book. In the foreground a cup of coffee and pair of metal handcuffs sat on the coffee table, and in the background, Lucy's red tresses were flicked out, as though she'd just escaped the shot.

"It's my favourite, so far," she said softly, outlining Nik's furrowed eyebrows. "You're very talented."

Cody smiled at the photo and put it aside as Lucy encompassed him in her arms. He returned the hug, touched by her generosity.

However much he wanted to dislike or be jealous of Lucy, it just didn't fit. Every time he expected her to do something out of spite, she'd turn around and embrace him, or give him encouraging words, and though he felt no pull of sexual attraction to her, he could understand how his Master was so lost in his love for her. 

His own love was bittersweet, a half love, and even though he wanted more, he was quickly learning to make his peace with what he had. They'd given him so much already, more than anyone else in his whole life. If they turned around tomorrow and said he was going to be kept in the basement, chained to a wall, never to see the light of day again, he'd still be just as content.

"Thank-you," he said again, satisfied that there were no better words for the moment.

"My pleasure," Lucy replied, sweetly. "Now, will you help me with a present for Nik?"

Nodding eagerly, Cody put the photo on the bedside table.

"Good. Take off your shirt and lie down on your back," Lucy instructed, her sweet smile turning into an evil grin.

His breath caught in his throat, Cody obeyed, feeling instantly numb. Before he lay back, Lucy unlocked the top drawer of the bedside table. He'd been told never to open that drawer, and knew better than to try to peek. Lucy followed him back on the bed, her small, waif-like body covering his, and he wondered just what exactly she had planned for him. He wasn't surprised when she asked him to raise his hands up, but the cold steel and bite of the handcuffs made him gasp anyway as she locked them around his wrists.

"Too tight?"

Cody struggled earnestly against them, and then shook his head. The metal rubbed his skin mercilessly, and he would quickly want them off, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of showing weakness. He felt a fever coming on, knowing he was truly stuck there, now, at the mercy of this girl who could hop from sweetly innocent to sweetly devilish in less time than it took for her to bat her long lashes.

"When was the last time you came?" she asked, sitting up on his chest, and he blushed darkly.

"Um, the day before I came back," he stuttered, not meeting her eyes. 

He thought about adding that it was his Master that had not allowed him release since, but thought better of it if she was about to grant his frustration's end.

"So just nine days, then?"

Cody nodded, and Lucy smiled down at him.

"Tell me about it," she murmured, and unbuckled his belt. "Tell me," she continued, pulling his pants down and off his ankles, "about everyone you've been with, since Nik."

"No one," Cody answered immediately, trying to ignore his nudity and the close proximity of the girl. "I haven't been with anyone else," he said, and then realised he was wrong. "Oh, except Sebastian."

Lucy gave him a funny look as she straddled him once more.

"So the day before you got here, you were masturbating, then?"

Cody felt his blush deepen as the girl raked her nails over his chest, scratching his nipples lightly, and then circling his navel. Her simple touch and the mere memory of thrusting his fingers into his hole and pulling on his cock made him rigid.

"Yes," he whispered.

"And you were fantasizing about your Master?"

Cody swallowed, but his mouth was dry. Lucy lifted herself up off him, and turned her attention to the drawer, pulling out three lengths of rope and a small tube of lube.

"Yes."

He watched as she moved halfway down the bed, and threaded one of the lengths of rope under his knees, dropping the ends of the rope up near his wrists.

"And what was he doing to you?she asked, standing at the top of the bed.

At the same time, she pulled the ends of the rope up, raising his knees up to almost touch his chest, forcing the breath out of him. 

"H-he was, angry," he gasped, staring at his knees, less than a foot from his face.

She tied the rope above his head, around the bars near his wrists, making sure to double knot the rope. Moving back down the bed, Lucy said nothing, and grabbed his left foot, pushing down on it, so that his heel rested on his thigh, and started tying another piece of rope around his ankle and thigh, keeping his leg completely bent.

"Continue."

"He was hard," he panted, watching her knot the rope, realising he wouldn't be able to undo it himself, even if he could get free of the handcuffs. "He took me forcefully, almost painful, like he wanted to hurt me."

Cody instinctively struggled against the handcuffs as Lucy tied his right leg up the same way as his left, but bit his lip to suppress his protests. He was completely exposed to her, and wanted nothing more than to close his legs, but she'd made it impossible.

"Did you like the way it hurt?" she asked softly, kneeling at his bottom.

Feeling his erection twitch against his abdomen, Cody eyed the lube precariously, and nodded. 

"I liked it. I wanted him to be angry, because," he paused as he felt a cool, slick finger glide across his crack. "B-because, ah, it was passionate," he finished, closing his eyes to the gentle, sliding finger over his crack.

"Open your eyes, Cody," Lucy instructed, and he did so, his eyes clouded with lust, just as she watched him curiously. "Do you think, if I make you cum now, he'll be angry with you?" she asked, and pressed her finger at his well oiled entrance.

Cody arched his back involuntarily and whimpered as he felt the small digit enter him.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely.

"And do you think he'll fuck you hard, painfully, just like you imagined he would?"

The finger inside him curled upwards, and he cried out as it grazed his prostate, wobbling clumsily where he lay, trussed up like a turkey about to be stuffed. A drop of pre-cum leaked from his slit, and Lucy picked up with her other hand and ran it along his bottom lip.

"Please," he begged, almost a whimper, "please don't."

Lucy withdrew her finger and sat back, surprised to see the tears brimming in his dark brown eyes.

"You don't want to cum?"

"I don't want Master to be angry with me," Cody whispered, suddenly desperate. "I don't want him to send me away again."

"Oh Cody," she murmured, and he couldn't resist licking the cum off his lip. "Poor, sweet Cody. He won't send you away again. I won't let him."

Smiling devilishly, she bounced off the bed, and he watched fearfully as she unthreaded his belt from his discarded pants. Then, just as quickly, she pulled her underwear off. And just as he opened his mouth to speak, she stuffed the lacy panties in, and wrapped his belt around his face, buckling it and keeping them in place. With a wink and a cheerful wave, Lucy danced out the door.

"Miss? What are you doing cooking? Where's Cody? He's supposed to do that," Nik said, frowning from the kitchen doorway.

Lucy turned and gave her lover an innocent look from where she was preparing dinner, and enjoyed the flash of annoyance in his dark eyes.

"Maybe his room?"

Without a word, Nik left her to the food, and shopping bags still in hand, headed straight for the small bedroom at the end of the corridor.

"Cody," he started angrily, not even reaching the door, "why is Miss cooking?"

He stopped abruptly at the sight before him, and dropped the bags he was holding. Unable to answer coherently, Cody could only muffle behind the gag and struggle against the handcuffs. 

"What are Miss Lucy's panties doing in your mouth?" he asked instead, and sat next to the hog-tied young man.

Very gently, he unbuckled the belt, and took the wet panties out of Cody's mouth. 

"She wanted to make me cum and I asked her not to, so she left me like this," the young man stuttered very quickly, fresh tears pricking his eyes.




Lucy Ch. 05



"Miss? Why didn't you let her?"

Nik's question surprised Cody, and he stared up at his Master in utter disbelief.

"Be-because," he stuttered, shocked, "I, I didn't want you to be angry with m-me," he said, his bottom lip trembling. "You said my pleasure belongs to you," he added softly.

Understanding washed over Nik as he realised why Lucy had left Cody tied up in this position. Leaning up over the tied up body, his face was mere inches from Cody's, making him blush and flinch, but he didn't strike him, instead he did the last thing the young man expected, and smiled.

"And it does, doesn't it," he said quietly, watching the young man nod emphatically under him.

"Yes, Sir," he whispered back.

"Good boy, Cody. Now," he said, getting up and crossing the room. "I have a few presents for you, and being tied up like that, you won't get to enjoy them. So," he said, and dropped two shopping bags at the edge of the bed. "Stay still."

Walking back up to the bed-head, Nik untied the knot keeping Cody's knees pressed against his chest, but the boy didn't move, and it was only when his Master came back around and gently moved his legs back down until his heels almost touched the bed that he realised why he was being gentle. Being tied up so taut made his back ache, and it took several deep breaths to relax.

Leaving his legs tied bent, and his wrists cuffed to the bed, Nik ignored the boy's eyes on him, and his re-awakening erection, and picked up one of the bags from the floor.

"These," he said, pulling something dark pink and lacy out of it, "they're just for you, Cody. I think you'll like the way they feel on your skin," he continued, and Cody couldn't help his cock growing even more at his Master's soft spoken words. "Would you like me to put them on for you?"

Barely able to utter the "Yes, please, Sir," he was expected to say, Cody watched, red faced and mesmerised, as his Master gently pulled the panties through his knees, lifting him to get them sitting snugly around his hips. 

He felt his Master's palm graze his erection as he moved, and his head fell back, a small moan escaping his lips before he could stop it.

"Do they feel nice?" Nik asked, smiling warmly at him, and Cody nodded, staring at the bed-head behind him, only too aware of the feel of the lace against his burgeoning hard-on.

He whimpered, feeling a strong hand enclose his cock over the panties, squeezing tightly, and then stroking swiftly, taking his bucking hips with it.

"Control yourself, Cody. I don't want you making a mess of your new panties," Nik said in a warning tone, and though he enjoyed the reaction his boy was having to the slightest touch, he stopped, and sat back.

Cody's eyes flashed open when his Master's hand left his aching member, and he shuddered at the cool air touching it instead.

"Please, Sir, I want you so bad!" he cried, trying and failing to lift himself up off the bed, closer to his Master.

Surprised at Cody's sudden lack of inhibition, Nik smiled, but it quickly darkened to a frown. 

"No. I've only just put those on you," he said tersely. "But I will show you why having your legs tied up like this is a good thing."

With that, he pulled the young man swiftly around, and before he knew it, Cody was staring down at his pillow, leaning on his elbows and knees, his feet sticking up in the air behind his thighs. His Master was at least half-right, it wasn't as uncomfortable as lying on his back; he could actually move around a little this way if he wanted to, even lie on his stomach if he was allowed. But he could no longer see his Master at his feet, and wondered what he was doing as he heard the rustle of another plastic shopping bag.

"This," he heard from his side, "is also just for you. I think," Nik said, pausing to build the tension in the young man's mind, "you'll enjoy the way this feels even more than your pretty, new underwear."

Cody felt the panties being pulled down to sit just below his ballsac, and then something wet, and very cold was pressed against his rosebud. He groaned, feeling the implement pushing past his sphincter. He wanted nothing more than to rub himself against the mattress, but knowing better, stayed still.

Quickly, he realised the tool his Master was slowly working into his ass was wider than anything he'd taken before, and bit his lip, trying to relax his body further.

"Good boy, Cody, just bear down on it a little more," Nik soothed, keeping his hand steady, and watched as the wide, short butt-plug disappeared into Cody's ass. 

Soon, the thin neck was nestled securely in place, and he picked up the remote. Cody tensed as he felt the plug come to life inside him. It wasn't a vibration, more of a pulse, torturously slow, but strong, as though there was something inside the plug, rolling heavily from the base to the tip, only to start at the bottom again a few seconds after rubbing against his prostate.

He gasped and arched his back, rolling his body up as he felt the plug move in his ass. He wanted desperately to touch himself, to instantly relieve the teasing inner massage, but could only struggle against the handcuffs. The plug itself wasn't giving anywhere near enough stimulation to get him off, but more than a distraction, as he fought against losing himself to the sensations.

"You see, Cody," he heard his Master through the haze in his mind, "Your pleasure does belong to me. With one press of this button," he said, and the plug became motionless, causing him to fall forward and breathe in deeply, "I can have you squirming all over the place, and wet in no time. Now," he continued, and the toy came to life again, causing another moan to escape his lips, "I have one more gift for you, and this one, well," Nik smiled, putting the remote down on the pillow, right next to Cody's face, "this one I think you won't enjoy the feel of at all."

Cody struggled to stay kneeling still, while his Master pulled his panties up over the base of the butt-plug. He could do nothing as he was manhandled to lie on his left side, and came face to face with what could only be described as a torture device. Clearly designed, by the shape of the metal bars and the spiked collar at the top, for his cock, though not in it's current rock hard state. By the size of it, it looked as though it were for when he was soft and he doubted that would happen any time soon with the constant rolling and rubbing his anal passage was receiving.

Looking down into his boy's large doe-like eyes, Nik watched his expression continually change, fear and trepidation doing battle with the fluttering arousal in his anus.

Uninterested in the words of protest Cody was about to utter, he swept down and pressed his lips against the ones trembling at him. The mouth he was greeting opened immediately, granting him access to thrust his tongue in, letting him use it as long as he liked, while Cody never broke his gaze.

"I'm going to untie you, Cody," he said pulling away. "It will hurt if you try to move, so stay still and relaxed, and let me do it. Do you understand?"

The boy's eyelids fluttered as he nodded.

"Yes, Sir," he whispered. 

Needing his boy's full attention for what he was about to do, Nik pressed the button on the remote, and Cody sighed as the plug stopped moving immediately. 

He watched without distraction as Nik then moved down the bed to his tied up legs. Touched by his Master's gentle hands, Cody watched as he untied the first rope, holding his foot against his thigh. He saw the angry red marks wrapped around his ankle, and wondered how long he'd been left like this. Moving very slowly, massaging the calf and thigh muscles, Nik stretched the limb out, and Cody realised why he was told not to move. Straightening his leg out hurt badly, and he wanted to whimper and beg his Master to stop, but instead closed his eyes, bit his lip and trusted in him.

"Relax Cody, you'll make the cramps worse if you stay tense. Take a deep breath," Nik instructed.

Too soon, he felt strong hands fiddling with the other knot, and just as slowly, his other leg was given the same treatment, until both his legs were stretched out on the bed. Cody opened his eyes and stared down his body, not surprised to see his erection had softened completely under the pink lace. His legs ached and cramped, and his toes tingled, but when his Master picked up the torture device, he bit through his lip and gasped.

"Now, now," he murmured, pressing his finger against his throbbing lip. "We'll have none of that. You'll quickly realise this is a gift, Cody. It requires no self control. You can rely on this cage to do for you the same thing that hurting your hand did, except," he said, pulling the panties down to rest on his thighs, "it has a better guarantee, and you won't have to hurt yourself to do as you're told."

"B-but Sir-" Cody started, but his Master's fierce glare stopped him.

"No buts," he ordered firmly, and locked the young man's flaccid member into the cage. "It won't show with clothing on."

Cody's eyes widened, seeing the small black combination lock in his Master's hands.

"What's that?"

"A lock, obviously," he replied frowning and hooking it through the catches. "The cage might not be noticeable with clothes on, but this will add some bulk."

"But I have to go to class!" Cody protested, cringing as he heard the lock click closed.

"You're re-enrolled to return in another week. We'll see how you go in the meantime. If I think you can be trusted, I'll consider taking it off, otherwise you'll only have yourself to blame if people notice it. Also," he said, pointing at the top of the cage, "These spikes will hurt a lot if you let yourself get hard, so I would advise against it."

Cody lay back quietly, and considered the 'presents' he'd been given. Before he realised it, Nik was standing at his head, and his Master started unlocking the cuffs from around his wrists.

He gave the boy a knowing smile, and helped pull him up to sit on the edge of the bed. At once, the plug pushed further into his body, and Cody wanted nothing more than to collapse back on his bed, but his Master held him up, massaging his sore wrists tenderly.

"I suppose now you're wishing you hadn't asked Miss Lucy to stop earlier," he remarked with an amused grin. "Wash up and get dressed. Dinner will be ready, soon."

Cody regarded the man he loved silently, as he picked up the remote control and left his bedroom. He wanted nothing more than for Nik to take him and hold him close; to do away with everything else around them and just love him. But he knew, as soon as he'd seen Lucy that that dream had died the moment Nik had met her. The question he asked himself as he was left alone, now, was, could he live with what he was being offered?



Lucy Ch. 06-10



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.

Chapter 6

Leila

By the time Lucy came down I had heated some snacks in the microwave and had coffee brewing. Even with still slightly damp hair and one of my bath-robes wrapped around her she looked adorable, but also so very, very young.

'You'll have to excuse the way I look Jack. I couldn't find a hair dryer and couldn't be bothered putting any make-up on.'

'You look absolutely scrumptious Lucy. But I'll get the hair dryer out for you for the morning. Now, more wine, or coffee?'

'Just coffee thank you. Something smells good.'

'Just a few snacks, I didn't think you would want anything heavy.'

'No something light will be great. Anything I can do?'

'Just sit down, this'll only be a couple of minutes.' I said, turning to switch off the coffee.

'I took that thing into the bath-room, you know, the thing you used, I gave it a wash. It was pretty sticky. I didn't realise just how big it was.' she added quickly.

When I turned around again she was looking down, fiddling with something on the bench and I could see that her cheeks had become a little flushed.

'Had you not seen one before?'

'No, no I hadn't. Though I've heard about them of course. How much of it did I have inside me?' She asked.

'About half.'

'Oh thank God!' she said with a sigh of relief and finally looked up. 'I couldn't believe I'd had it all. I have a vibrator at home, but that's tiny by comparison.'

'Well that's something we'll have to try another day, but did you like the feelings it gave you?' I asked as I carried the coffee over to the breakfast bar.

'Oh yes Jack.' she replied more confidently. 'Though I was a bit scared for a moment.' she admitted. 'I was loving the feel of having you in my mouth, so I was taken by surprise by the feel of that thing. But once I'd got over that it was amazing!' She paused for a moment or two then added. 'But even more importantly was the way you started. I've never, ever been made love to like that. You were just wonderful.' she added, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight.

'Good, I wanted to make our first real evening together something special Lucy. But now, sit down and eat before the food gets cold.' I said, extricating myself from her arms.

We had been munching in silence for a few minutes before she asked. 'Do you mind talking about what we do together?'

'No, of course not Lucy. Why?'

'Oh I just wondered if it embarrassed you. It used to embarrass my boy-friend.'

'Well it certainly doesn't embarrass me. In fact quite the opposite, I like hearing about your thoughts and feelings.'

'Oh that's good. I like sharing them, it's nice remembering the feelings I've had. And of course I want to know what you felt too.'

She continued eating for a while then said. 'The second time was lovely too, being able to feel you growing inside me was so exciting.'

'That was amazing for me too Lucy, and then the way you made me climax without my moving was even more so. It felt as though you were literally squeezing the stuff out of me, it was an incredible feeling, and I can't tell you just how good it was.'

'Oh good, I'm glad it worked for you. Now I know it makes a difference I'll do it again.'

'How did you do it?'

'It's a bit clinical Jack. A few years ago I had some little problems, you know, with the waterworks. Apparently I'd got an infection from somewhere and the doctor thought some muscle strengthening exercises would help me ward off a similar outbreak in future. They're called pelvic floor exercises, lots of women are supposed to do them, but apparently most can't be bothered.

When he explained what to do he said another benefit was that if I did them when I was having sex my boy-friend would think it was Christmas. But although at first I tried doing it, he never seemed to notice, so I gave up. I tried it with you the other evening, but I think we were both too excited to notice anything.

Anyway, if you like it, I'll do it again.'

'It's fantastic Lucy, your boy-friend must have been a cold fish, I'll certainly look forward to a repeat performance.'

She promised I could do that, but in return wanted to know why I had the dildo in the first place, so I explained about what Mary and I had done and why I had bought it.

'But we never used it.' I assured her. 'It came straight out of an unopened box. My wife took one look at the picture on the cover and wouldn't have anything to do with it. That's why I kept it out of your sight.'

'Where was it?'

'Under the bed, in some lubricant.'

'You do think ahead don't you.'

'Sometimes Lucy. I actually remembered the dildo when I was driving home the other evening, when you said you wished I had two penises. I wasn't even sure I had kept it, but I found it in a box of stuff in the garage.'

'I don't know why, but the word dildo sounds ugly to me, I'm not comfortable saying it, but I can't keep referring to it as 'thing' either.'

'When you do it always reminds me of an old TV show I sometimes used to watch, years ago. If you're not comfortable about 'dildo' we'll have to give it a name. Maybe something like, Fred.'

'Fred sounds good.' she replied with a low giggle. 'Sounds like someone burly, maybe a bricklayer, something like that. Fred's a rather basic sort of bloke, likes a beer with his mates, he's big, got lots of muscles.'

'And all the staying power you could ever want.' I added with a grin.

'More than I could ever handle.'

'I'm not sure about that. You seem almost insatiable to me.'

'That's your fault, I was never like this before. I just seem to feel sexy all the time when I'm with you.'

'That's nice to hear. Though a bit daunting, for an old man.' I added with a grin.

'Cut out the old man bit, you don't need any sympathy, you're still a stud, and you know it.'

'Well if I am, that's the effect you have on me.'

'So it seems we're good for each other.'

'I think we'll need a word a bit stronger than 'good' Lucy, but let's change the subject before we start using hyperbole. There's a concert on next Saturday evening, Brahms piano concerto, would you like to go? If you would I'm sure I can still get tickets.'

'Oh I'd love to, that's amazing music.'

'Great, then we can come back here, and have Sunday together.'

A frown creased her forehead and I could see she was thinking hard before answering.

'Jack I'd really love that, but.'

'But what?' I asked during the lengthy pause.

'My studies, don't forget I'm at university, I want to do well and I have to work.'

The solution was so obvious I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it before.

'Finish what you're eating and then I'll show you a part of the house you haven't seen yet. Then we'll talk about next week-end.'

'That's not fair.' she said, taking a last mouthful before pushing herself back from the table. 'I'm finished for now, so what is it, a torture chamber?'

I laughed and answered. 'Not quite, but I guess some less enthusiastic students might think it is. Come on.' I added, taking her hand.

When Mary and I had the house redesigned we had insisted on each having a room for our work and hobbies. Hers was water-colour painting and sewing, mine my commercial work and my collection of Art books. My study had walls covered from floor to ceiling with full book-cases and an office area, complete with computer equipment and Internet access.

Lucy followed me down the corridor that led from the other end of kitchen but when I opened my study door and turned on the light she stopped dead in her tracks and gasped.

'Wow! A real study. You really do have everything don't you.'

'No Lucy, just things. But, you have computer equipment, scanner, colour printer, a high speed Web link, so you can contact the university library when you need to. And on these shelves I think you'll find a few books that even the university hasn't got. So you can study here whenever you want to. Oh and the music system in the lounge is connected to every room in the house, so just let me know if you want something nice playing in the back-ground.'

'You certainly know how to tempt a girl. But what about interruptions?'

'I'll make a deal with you Lucy. You stay over next Saturday night and I promise not to come near the study on Sunday. You just stay here until you have finished your work.'

'What if I feel the need of company though?' she asked with that mischievous grin.

'I'll come running, there's an intercom to the rest of the house.'

'With drinks and nibbles?'

I made her laugh when I gave her an equally wicked smile and immediately answered. 'I'll be more than happy to nibble whatever part of you feels the need Lucy.'

'OK, we'll give it a try. I have to work at the store Saturday morning, then a bit of shopping, wash my hair, etc. Then the concert Saturday evening, bed and sex afterwards, then work Sunday. Sounds like a busy week-end.'

'Busy and enjoyable I hope. Now in spite of what you said, we never did get to finish our coffee. You stay here and browse around a bit, I'll go and get what's left, then we can finish it in here.'

I left her to look around and as I decided to make some fresh coffee was gone for longer than I originally intended. When I returned with a tray Lucy was in the far corner of the study, and I immediately knew what she had found.

My interest in Art included erotic art and over the years I had put together a reasonably good collection of books dealing with the subject. Some were in fact by then collectors' items, and the book Lucy was looking at was probably the key one of those.

She was so engrossed she didn't hear me enter and so when I put the tray down on a nearby table I startled her, making her snap the book shut and look up with a positively guilty expression on her face.

'Fascinating isn't it. That's one of the books you won't find in the university library.'

'It's amazing. And you have so many like it.'

'Well there really aren't any others quite like that one, but yes, erotic art has always interested me.'

'What exactly is this one, I'd only just opened it.'

'It's very rare, and now worth quite a lot of money. As you probably noticed, it's erotic art by major artists of the last couple of hundred years. Heaven knows how the publishers got hold of the material, virtually none of it has ever been shown publicly. Some of the work was for the artist's own pleasure, but a lot of it was commissioned by very wealthy collectors.

I wouldn't be at all surprised if the publishers resorted to a bit of gentle black-mail to borrow the works for photography. It was published in the East, I imagine that was to avoid the risk of a run-in with the Western legal system.

But let's sit over here.' I said, carrying the tray across the room to a small lounge and coffee table. 'Bring the book, then you can flip through it while we have the rest of this, I've made fresh coffee.'

As she began to turn the pages I explained that the work was arranged in sequence by artists and their birth dates, beginning in the latter part of the eighteenth century and running through to the middle of the 1980s. The early works still harked back to the classical themes of Gods' and Goddesses' interactions with we mere mortals. But instead of standing around with hands, wisps of cloth or other bits and pieces hiding their genitals, in these works they were all on display, and in most, as the figures got right down to business, in action.

Lucy couldn't suppress a giggle or humorous comment at some of the more ridiculous situations the artists had come up with, many of them presumably at the specific request of the person commissioning the work. Apart from the predictable orgies, mostly held either amidst ruined churches or in classically idyllic rural settings, in which almost every conceivable position was pictured, there were what I called the animal acts. Males and females either fucking, or being fucked by, and in some cases both at the same time, every animal and beast known to man.

But even amongst those there were the occasional gems, as the accompanying notes said - 'Many patrons wanted themselves portrayed, sometimes partially hidden amongst the frenzied activity of an orgy, sometimes disguised as another character. But a few, very few, wanted an actual portrait of themselves in action, usually with a favourite mistress, sometimes with some beautiful looking boy.'

Unfortunately the style of the time meant that the patron still had to be shown to his very best advantage and without blemish, so the positions were still very formal. But even though they had that stiff, posed look about them they had a far more erotic appeal than many of the other, almost cartoonish pictures.

By the time Lucy had progressed through to the modern era we had both finished our coffee and as the book was such a big one I gave her more room by moving the tray over to the desk.

The works became far more realistic in the 1900s and as she turned the pages more slowly her humorous comments became fewer. Homosexuality became a more prevalent theme than in the earlier pictures, as did sado-masochistic practices. Although neither were my cup of tea, I couldn't deny that some of the pictures were still definitely sexually stimulating.

When she reached the more recently produced pictures Lucy took more time looking at most of them, but when she paused for even longer at one particular page I could tell she was being strongly affected by it.

It was obviously someone's particular fantasy, the four figures were all suspended in mid-air, a girl, and three men. The girl was a gorgeous red-head, her naked, voluptuous body held in place by several straps that continued on to various points beyond the frame of the picture. The three men were in fact three images of the one man, presumably the unnamed sponsor. He was of course built like a horse, and was fucking the girl three ways at once, in her mouth, her pussy and up her arse.

'That gets to you, doesn't it?' I said quietly.

She looked up, a blush slowly colouring her cheeks. 'Yes it does.'

'Two I can manage, three is somewhat more difficult.' I said with a smile.

Her face lightened and she smiled back, leaned over and gave me a kiss. 'You don't have to satisfy my every fantasy you know. Leave me a few. But obviously this is my favourite, so far.'

'The bondage aspect of it doesn't turn you off?'

'Not in this sort of picture, no.'

'And in real life?'

She paused thoughtfully for some time before replying, and when she did there was a note of nervous hesitation in her voice. 'Perhaps, but I'd have to have complete trust in the person doing it. Then it might be exciting. But anyway, let's move on.' she said much more brightly. 'Which is your favourite?'

'You haven't got there yet.' I answered.

'Don't tell me, I'd like to see if I can guess which one it is.'

She continued turning the pages, sometimes pausing for a while, sometimes, when confronted by one of the more disgusting images, flicking the page quickly. The picture that affected me the most was almost at the back of the book so it was some time before she reached it, and that gave me time to think about what she had said.

In those few short minutes thoughts went whirling through my head. 'I'd have to have complete trust in the person doing it.' She had said. Did she have complete trust in me? I wondered. How long would she have to know me before she did? Would she even want to get to know me that well? If we got to know each other that well would she like me to try it sometime? How would I feel about that?

My mind slipped back to a moment just a few days before, a moment during that first evening, after I'd licked and sucked her already brimming pussy. The climax I'd given her had left her drained, and when I looked up at her, saw how vulnerable, how defenceless she was, I'd felt a sudden urge to fuck her again. I had rationalised that urge away, telling myself we would both enjoy it more, if indeed she wanted me again, if I waited for my reserves to replenish. Of course instead of that she had given me that incredible blow-job, but I knew how strong that urge had been.

So I knew the answer to my own question, if she ever gave me the opportunity to try even just a little light bondage, I would accept enthusiastically.

But that time Lucy had worked her way through most of the book and she drew my full attention back to what she was doing when she gave a quick gasp, looked up, and said. 'This one, it's this one isn't it.'

I nodded and as I always did when I saw it, continued staring at the picture.

The painting was the work of the leading artist in the photo-realism school that became prominent in the mid seventies. The original was life-size and the notes said that the artist had made the detailed sketches and then much of the painting itself, whilst in the actual position shown. What they didn't say, and what made me unbearably jealous of him each time I looked at the picture, was just how many times the girl had fucked him whilst he was working on it.

He was flat on his back, his chest forming the base of the picture, the triangle created by his torso and legs providing its depth. But dominating the centre were the girl, and his cock.

She was incredibly beautiful, probably Eurasian, with long, raven coloured hair, her wide-set almond shaped eyes almost as dark, and her milk-coffee coloured body taut but with mouth-watering curves. She had both feet flat on the floor on either side of his partly spread legs, and was leaning slightly forward as she squatted over him. In that position, with her breasts falling toward the viewer, it was as though she was offering their firm weight to waiting hands, their dark, spiking nipples, to willing fingers or lips.

Her pubic mound was very pronounced, and made all the more so by the rich mass of jet-black hair covering it. But, as though mirroring the triangle made by the man's body, the hair ended in a clean, sharp line immediately above her pussy, it and the area around were shaved, leaving the pink, moistly swollen lips in clear view.

His cock was fully erect, rearing vertically, so engorged and life-like it seemed to be quivering, needing the girl's curling fingers to hold it still. The bloated head was a dark, glossy plum colour and the only part that couldn't be seen was the very tip. That was already inside her, the size of it forcing her pussy-lips apart as she slowly pushed herself down on to it.

'Powerful, isn't it.' Lucy said quietly, breaking my attention.

'Yes, very. As you'll see from the notes, he painted it from life, not imagination. What they don't say is, who the girl is, nor how many times she did it for him while he was working on it.'

'She's incredibly sexy, you'd love to have been him, wouldn't you?'

'In my fantasies, yes I would, like most other men on the planet.'

'True, some women really are just about every man's fantasy.'

'But.' I said as I reached forward, closed the book then slid my arm around her shoulders. 'Only I have you here with me right now.' Then I pulled her towards me and kissed her. I could tell from the strength of her immediate response that she had got as aroused as I had from looking through the book. But she had other plans for us and after only a minute or so of kissing and groping she broke free.

'Not here Jack. I'm as randy as you are after seeing those pictures, but let's go to bed, and I'm going to do that to you.' she said, pointing to the book.

'You mean the last picture.'

'Yes, exactly that. OK?'

'Of course, wonderful. But it may be a bit hard on your thigh muscles, it's not as easy as it looks.'

'You know from previous experience do you?'




Lucy Ch. 06-10



'Well, something like that.'

'Who was she?'

'Nobody special, I'll tell you about it some other time. But I will tell you that it didn't work.'

'I'll just have to try harder.' she paused momentarily, then asked. 'Have you ever been shaved?'

'You mean by a barber?' I asked unthinkingly.

'No silly, down there, around your balls.'

'No I haven't. Have you?'

'No, but it might be fun to try it. I mean before we try the picture position. You can shave me, and I'll do you, are you game?'

I gave it a few moments' thought, I admit I didn't much fancy having a razor poking around down there, but at the same time the thought of shaving her gorgeous pussy was tempting. 'OK, if you are, I am.'

'Done. Let's go back to the bath-room, then bed.' Then she grinned and as an afterthought added. 'I'll bring the book with me, just in case we need a bit of guidance.'

Leaving the book in the bed-room, we went through to the bath-room. 'I'll do you first.' she said. 'I think you'll need to lie down on the floor, so I can get at the awkward bits. I'll put a couple of towels down, you get the razor and shaving cream. I think a new blade would be a good idea, oh, and do you have a bowl, for some hot water?'

Doing as she asked I gave her the shaving gear, got a bowl and filled it, then took off my robe and stretched out on the towels. 'Bend your legs and open them wide.' she said as she knelt down between them.

'Now I've got some idea what a woman feels like when she visits a gynaecologist.' I said as she settled herself and picked up the shaving cream.

She giggled. 'Yes it's a bit like this, pretty demeaning isn't it. Now, I think I'll start with the hard to get at part, so lift yourself a bit, please Jack.

I had conflicting emotions and not being able to see what she was actually doing made it worse. Although the feel of her hands between my legs was exciting, the thought of what might happen if the razor slipped made me cringe, making my cock shrink defensively.

She took her time and from the look of concentration on her face I could tell just how careful she was being. So, once I had got over my initial nervousness I found myself more able to enjoy the feel of her fingers as they moved over me, lifting my balls out of the way and easing the razor's path by stretching sections of my skin tight.

'Now for the tricky bit.' she muttered to herself as she finished shaving the area around and underneath my balls, then added, quite unnecessarily. 'Just don't move Jack.'

She was even more careful with them and as she pulled the folds of skin this way and that I felt my cock stirring in automatic response. 'Ah, signs of life. That's good, I can't have nicked anything important.' she said with a chuckle, then took another couple of minutes to finish, leaving me like the girl in the picture, with just the triangle of hair above my genitals.

When she started washing off the remains of the soap the feel of her hands sponging me sent more blood coursing into it, and by the time she had patted me dry it had lengthened and thickened considerably. 'Obviously no damage at all.' she said, grinning up at me.

'Stand up Jack, let me see what it looks like.' she said when she was satisfied I was dry. 'Yes, that looks good. Now to check what it feels like.' she added as she slid her hands up between my legs.

I felt my cock twitching as her fingers cupped and stroked my balls. 'Mmm, very smooth.' Then as she continued to let her fingers roam over the parts she'd shaved, she asked. 'Does it feel nicer?'

'I think so, it's seems a bit more sensitive.' I answered as her hands continued their exciting wandering.

'And now when I do this, I won't be getting hairs between my teeth.' she said, then leaned forward and, lifting my cock out of the way, slipped her lips over my balls. I felt her tongue rolling them around inside her mouth as she gently sucked one, then the other and felt my cock starting to throb as it jerked higher in reaction to the resulting waves of pleasure.

'I think I'd better stop this.' she said after a minute or two. 'Don't want you getting too excited, shaking hands is not a good idea if a girl's going to have a razor near her sensitive parts. My turn now.' She added as she turned, opened her robe, lay down on the towels, then bent and spread her legs wide apart.

The sight of her lying there like that, her welcoming pussy already flushed and moist, sent an almost overpowering urge through me to slip my rising cock into her. But I somehow managed to resist it and concentrated on shaving her as carefully as she had me.

Of the two of us I probably had the easier task. For one thing there were no dangling parts to get in the way, and for another she obviously gave herself a regular bikini wax, so I just had the fine hairs immediately surrounding her pussy to remove. But as soon as I bent down and began soaping her, even through its perfume I found I could smell the scent of her sex, and its effect on top of what she had already done to me meant I needed all my concentration to make sure I didn't cut her.

When I finished the area around her pussy I had an idea. 'Just lie still for a moment longer Lucy. One more thing to do for you.' I said, getting up to get a pair of nail scissors. Then, having soaped her pubic hair I shaved the top edge into a heart shape and used the scissors to trim the thick honey-blonde hair, leaving her with a neater, even more attractive mat.

Having rinsed the soap away and dried her, I took a good look at what I had done. 'Yes, that looks very nice.' I said, pleased with the result. 'Now let's see what it feels like.'

Pushing both hands under her bottom, I lifted her, bent low, and pressed my lips against her pussy. Even though the hairs I'd removed had been very fine, and much of the difference in the feel may have only been in my imagination, kissing her shaved pussy certainly felt more exciting. That, plus the feel of the soft warmth of her inner thighs against my cheeks, and the thought of what we were soon going to be doing together, fuelled my already growing arousal and as I slipped my tongue between her pussy-lips I felt my cock starting to throb.

As I slid my tongue slowly back and forth she gave a deep sigh and arched herself higher. 'Oh that's lovely. Not what I'd planned, but don't stop now Jack.' she said, raking her fingers through my hair as shivers of excitement ran through her body.

I took my time, carefully avoiding directly touching her clitoris until the increasing urgency of the sounds she was making, and the way she was twitching, told me she was building towards her climax. So my first light flick of the hardened ridge made her react even more powerfully, her fingers gripping my hair, her hips jerking her pelvis hard against my mouth.

Keeping the pressure of my tongue as light as possible I felt her reactions increasing in intensity as I gradually increased the speed of its flickering. It wasn't long before her sighing moans turned to more demanding grunts, then, with the smell of her filling my nostrils, the taste of her in my mouth and the sounds of her delight echoing around the bath-room, I took her all the way to her climax.

Once she had finished she sat up, pulled me closer and kissed me hard. When we broke for air she held my head in her hands and, with her eyes sparkling cheekily, said. 'That was an unexpected pleasure Jack And I suppose you're thinking that after giving me that I'll feel I really have to concentrate on yours now.' She said as she dropped one hand down to my crotch.

By then my cock was not only fully erect but throbbing vigorously and the mere touch of her fingers triggered a series of powerful jerks. 'And from the feel of that, you probably need me to. Let's go through to the bed-room now.' she added in a softer, more sympathetic tone.

She slipped off her robe as she got up and once again I was struck by the sheer physical beauty of her body and remained kneeling there, staring up at her.

'Come on Jack.' she said in the same gentle voice as she reached down for my hand.

'You really are the most beautiful creature Lucy, I know I'll never get tired of looking at you.' I answered as I pushed myself up and let her lead me through to the bed-room.

She stopped beside the bed with a thoughtful look on her face. 'I don't think I'd be able to keep my balance on the bed, it's too springy.' she said, then pulled the doona off, doubled it, and lay it on the floor. 'Now, for a little inspiration.' she added, picking up the book, flicking through it until she came to the page we'd been looking at, and then propping the open book up against the side of the bed.

I just stood watching her as she made the preparations. The subdued light from the table lamp played across her body, highlighting her beautiful breasts and their still swollen tips, and at the same time, creating sensuous shadows on other parts of her body, shadows that seemed to invite exploration.

'Lie down here, this way, so you can see the picture.' she said when she was satisfied with where she had put things. Then when I had done that, she placed her feet on either side of me and squatted. Having settled herself she reached down with one hand, steadied my cock and lowered herself towards it, pausing for a moment when her pussy was just a little above the head.

'Look at the picture Jack, imagine it's her doing it to you.' she said quietly and as I did as she asked, turning my head and staring at the image I had so often masturbated to, she used her other hand to spread her pussy-lips apart, and pushed herself lower.

As I felt the tip of my cock slip between the moistly clinging outer folds I held my breath in anticipation of what was to come, but she stopped, holding herself in exactly the position the artist's model had posed in.

'What's my name?' she asked in a soft whisper.

'Leila.' I answered, giving the name I had imagined for her.

'That's right, Leila. You know me so well don't you. You've let me do this to you many times, haven't you.'

'Yes, many times.'

'Well, I want to make this time the best ever.'

As I continued staring at it, it seemed the picture had turned into a mirror, a mirror reflecting the image of Leila squatting above me. Then I felt my cock tingling and realised that she had begun to move, but barely so, as though the way her pussy-lips were slipping up and down over just the tip were merely the result of her slowly breathing in and out.

'I need to know that it's special for you too.' I said before I lost full contact with reality. 'So will you close your eyes and imagine you're doing it to your favourite fantasy man.'

'If that's what you'd really like.'

'Yes please.'

'OK'

She continued those tiny, tantalising movements as I slipped into the picture, and reached up to stroke Leila's almost too perfect breasts. To actually touch her warm silky flesh at last was wonderful, and as I took their weight and felt their stiffening nipples the thrills I felt were a thousand times better than they ever had been in my fantasies.

But I wanted more, and while one hand continued caressing her breasts I let the other wander over the rest of her beautiful body, my fingers slipping into those inviting shadows, stroking her hips, her thighs, her buttocks, wherever I could reach.

I was so absorbed in the pleasure I was getting from finally being able to touch her that it was some time before I realised the tingling sensations coming from my cock-head were strengthening. While I had been concentrating on exploring her body she had gradually been increasing her movements, so each one brought her a fraction lower than the last, each one taking just a little more of my rigid cock inside her pussy.

When she had about half of it, she paused, holding herself quite still. 'This one is really magnificent.' she said in low, rasping voice. 'Taking care of it will be a very real pleasure.' Then, in one, slow, steady movement, she forced herself further down the shaft, driving it deeper and deeper, filling herself. Once she had it all fully embedded she again paused, letting my cock bathe in the warm, velvet moistness, then, in time with some powerful inner beat, she began to rise and fall.

Each time she pushed herself down I could feel her pussy clinging tightly to my cock, stimulating each and every nerve ending as she slowly forced the strongly throbbing length of it deep into herself. Having taken it all, she'd pause momentarily before she began to rise again. Then, once she reached full height, with just the tip of my cock-head held between the soft, moist folds of her pussy-lips, she paused again. It was as though she wanted us both to enjoy not only the sensations we were actually experiencing but also the anticipation of those that were yet to come. Waiting until it felt as though every nerve and fibre in my body was stretched to breaking point before again beginning that slow, electrifying descent.

Again and again and again, apparently untiringly, she rode me. My cock felt bigger and harder than ever before, the build-up of semen in my balls began to make them ache with the intensity of the pressure, and the thrills coursing through the rest of my body sent me into a delirium of pleasure.

The combination of what her pussy was doing to my cock and the feel of her firm, luscious curves beneath my hands took me deeper into my fantasy. Leila had strange, unearthly powers and had been watching me for years. Each time I opened the book and used the picture to give myself temporary relief from my loneliness, she had yearned to be able to step from the page and comfort me in person. Today the miracle had occurred, and she was determined not to waste the perhaps only chance she would ever be given. She was determined to give me the thrill of a lifetime, pleasure so intense I would never forget it, would always compare all other experiences with it.

That thought had no sooner entered my mind than I felt the waves of physical pleasure coursing through me grow even more intense. I had always known Leila would have amazing control of her body, had fine-tuned it to provide the maximum possible pleasure to the man of her choice. But in my wildest imaginings I had never thought she would be able to do what she was doing to me right then, had never, ever imagined she would be able to generate sensations as excruciatingly exciting as those she was.

At the end of an uplift she tensed those special muscles, then, instead of pushing herself down again she'd actually resumed the earlier, tiny bouncing movements, making her tightened pussy-lips rub up and down over the super-sensitive rim of my cock. The stimulation that generated was so localised, so incredibly intense, that my immediate and quite automatic response was to thrust upwards.

I felt her hands press down on my stomach. 'No.' she said quietly but firmly. 'Be still, quite still. Just let me do it for you.'

The thrills I was getting were so strong it wasn't easy to control myself, but I did my best to do as she asked, and let her do whatever she would with me. And she kept varying that. Sometimes pushing herself right down, forcing my entire cock deep into the very heart of herself, then grinding her pelvis against mine. Sometimes using those long, slow rises and falls. And, as though to drive me quite mad with pleasure, from time to time concentrating on just my cock-head, tightening her pussy and repeating those short, faster bounces.

Although I wasn't conscious of making any of them I was vaguely aware of sounds in the background, gasping breaths, groans, and mumbled exclamations of rapturous delight. But I have no idea how long I drifted in that surreal paradise, no idea why my cock didn't gush fountain-like long before it finally did. Nor do I have any idea why I suddenly returned to reality. All I do know is that one moment I was being given the fuck of my life by my wonderful Leila, and the next, I knew it was darling Lucy.

Turning my head I looked up, and found myself staring deep into her eyes. At that moment she was holding herself quite still, was watching me, and even in the relatively low light I could see that her normally brilliant blue eyes were dark and misted.

'You were supposed to keep your eyes shut, and dream up your fantasy lover.' I said hoarsely.

'I tried that, it turned out to be you. So I thought that instead of just picturing you in my head, I might as well watch the real you. You really like it this way, don't you?' she added with a tight smile.

'It's, no, you, you are absolutely unbelievable Lucy.' I managed to croak as she started moving again.

Ignoring the picture I watched Lucy. Her face and neck were developing a dark flush, her nipples were spiking sharply from her tautly swollen breasts, and I reached up and cupped them. They felt even fuller and firmer than Leila's had, their skin even silkier, and having fondled and caressed them for a while I took their jutting peaks between my fingers and began gently rolling and squeezing them.

She gave a low moan in response to that and as she continued her slow, deliberate movements I felt her pussy tighten its grip of my cock. Recognising that she was reacting almost as strongly as I was I wanted desperately to please and satisfy her by holding back for as long as possible, but the sensations she was generating were so incredibly powerful that I wondered if that would be physically possible. So I was almost relieved when I heard Lucy start making low whimpering sounds and felt her movements quickening.

I heard myself gasping as her movements became more urgent, the steady, rise and fall giving way to harder, sharper actions, and realised that after concentrating on my pleasure for so long, she was finally being driven by her own quickly growing urgency. And even though her pussy still maintained its tight grip, intensifying the thrills and pushing me ever closer to my climax, I began to thrust upwards, forcing a series of explosive grunts from Lucy each time my cock punched up into her.

I heard myself grunting too as the pressure inside me mounted higher, and as it built to an almost unbearable level I felt my tortured body demanding release. She gave a single, sharp cry as my hands gripped her harder. 'Faster now Lucy! Please, faster!' I groaned plaintively.

Whether in response to my plea or her own even greater needs she suddenly increased the pace of her movements and, as though needing my semen to quench the raging fire inside herself, began literally pounding up and down.

Our orgasms were in complete synchrony. Just as I felt her contractions starting, whatever it was that had been holding back the growing volume of semen finally ruptured. As Lucy frenziedly rammed herself up and down my towering cock the enormous mass surged, its speed and pressure increasing as it scalded its way up through the straining shaft, then pumping, in a series of excruciating jolts, deep into Lucy's spasming body.

We gasped and heaved together as her orgasm continued and my cock spat load after load up into her. Again and again I thrust upwards. Each time ramming it deeper. Each explosive burst accompanied by a deep grunt of satisfaction from me and a shrill cry of pleasure from Lucy. And even when I was utterly drained of every single drop I continued thrusting, less powerfully but still driven by the pressure she had built up inside me.

But eventually of course our sweat-coated bodies slowed, our gasping breaths only just drowning out the sound of our wildly beating hearts and, having pulled Lucy down on top of me, we lay there, locked together.




Chapter 7

River Gardens

Some time later, with our bodies totally exhausted by the power of what we had experienced, we literally crawled into bed, kissing and fondling each other as the intensity of the what we had both experienced gradually tapered off.




Lucy Ch. 06-10



'That was the most unforgettable experience I've ever had Lucy.' I murmured sleepily some time later.

'That's nice to hear Jack, it was for me too you know. But at one stage I thought you were going to be proved right.'

'What do you mean?'

'About my thigh muscles not being strong enough.'

'Everything about you is a constant wonder to me.' I replied, making her giggle when I added. 'Even your tempered steel thigh muscles.'

'Leila is an interesting name, did you know someone with it?'

'No Lucy, just something that popped into my head one day, it just seemed right.'

'Yes it is, sort of mystical. You must have used the picture quite a few times, to get yourself off I mean.'

'Quite a few, yes.'

'It's a wonder the pages aren't stained. I mean, you came so powerfully, it's a wonder you hadn't splattered it sometime.'

'Well I've always been careful about that, but I have never come as strongly as I did this time. And that's because I could never, ever have imagined anything like what you actually did for me. I stopped thinking it was Leila some time before we climaxed you know.'

'Yes I know you did, I could tell.' she answered softly. 'But I enjoyed the earlier part too, when I could see you were thinking about her. You see once I realised that dreaming up a fantasy man wasn't going to work for me, I imagined I was Leila.'

'You were Leila?'

'Yes, her life story suddenly popped into my head, just the way her name popped into yours. That's quite weird isn't it. As though she's been trying to find someone to tell.' she said in an undertone, pausing a moment before continuing.

'Anyway, the way it came to me was that the man she had been with, the artist, he'd been treating her really badly, probably tired of her. You had heard about the picture and came along to the studio to see it. You loved it, then heard me sobbing in an adjoining room, came through to see what was wrong, and in an instant fell madly in love with me. I told you how cruel the artist was being to me, how unhappy I was, and you went back to the other room. A few minutes later you came back with the picture under your arm and said we were leaving. It was only later I found out you had given the artist a ridiculous amount of money for the painting, but only on condition he let me go too.'

'So what you were doing to me was out of gratitude.'

'Oh no, you see I fell in love with you too. But even if I hadn't.' she added quickly. 'You turned out to be such a wonderful lover that I would have stayed with you just for the sex.'

'All that in just a couple of minutes?'

'Not that long Jack, as I said, it all just popped into my head, in a flash. I wonder who the man was that actually rescued her? Who owned the painting, does it say in the book?'

'Unfortunately it doesn't, it's one of those that doesn't attribute ownership, only the artist.'

'Pity, it would be nice to know if what I imagined is actually anything like her real life. Anyway, whoever she was, or is, she's given us a lot of pleasure. But now I think I need some sleep, how about you?' she asked, snuggling closer.

'Mmm, me too. Thank you for being such a inspired lover Lucy.' I whispered, before giving her a final kiss. 

I don't think either of us stirred during the night and, not surprisingly, we both slept a bit later than usual the following morning. And as I had to ring my senior manager to arrange a few things, then just as importantly there was the shopping to do before going to lunch, there was a bit of a mad scramble to shower, do the other necessities of life and grab a quick breakfast of toast and coffee.

We went to a couple of shops before I realised that Lucy was only looking in places she would normally shop at, with dresses at prices she could afford. I wanted her to have something different, something she wouldn't or couldn't normally buy, something she would always associate with me. So when the third attempt was also a failure I took her hand and headed for a small, very exclusive boutique I knew of by reputation from the wives of friends. It was in an arcade of equally exclusive shops selling lingerie, shoes, leather goods and such like and when we went in I knew I had made the right choice.

Even standing just inside the door I could see several dresses that I guessed would suit Lucy extremely well and there would certainly be many more amongst those less obviously displayed. The assistant wasn't much more than Lucy's age and when she asked if she could help us I explained that my friend was looking for something to wear to lunch at River Gardens.

'Ah yes, River Gardens, a very nice restaurant, I'm sure we will have something you like.' she said to Lucy, then turned to me. 'Would you like to take seat sir, perhaps a coffee while you wait?' she added, pointing to a small alcove at the far end of the shop.

Having brought me a coffee she and Lucy made their way around the various displays of clothes, every now and then lifting out a dress, selecting one, rejecting another. By the time they had finished Lucy had four or five to try on and the assistant took her past me to the back of the shop, where there were several changing rooms.

'I'll leave you to try these on, but if you need any help please just ask.' I heard her say to Lucy before going back to the front of the shop.

It was several minutes before Lucy reappeared, wearing a pure white dress that did wonders for her figure and made her look even younger than she was. She came over to where I was sitting and in a low whisper said. 'There are no prices on anything.'

'Good. Don't worry about prices, just choose whichever one you like best. That one looks terrific.'

'Yes, it's very nice, but I think it makes me look about fifteen. Are you sure about the prices?'

'Quite sure Lucy, just pick whichever one you like.'

She was gone for even longer and I realised she was trying on all the dresses without letting me see each one. So when she finally appeared I guessed it was in the dress of her choice, and I certainly wasn't going to argue with her, she looked absolutely stunning.

The dress was a pale shade of turquoise, a colour that enhanced the tanned, creamy colour of her skin and picked up the highlights in her eyes. The fabric was ultra fine, clinging to the curves of her body as she moved and the cut accentuating both the fullness of her breasts and the slimness of her waist. It was fairly short, leaving a long length of leg on view, but because the top was cut low and the supporting shoulder straps were mere strings, I could see much of the bra she still had on.

'I love this one Jack, but the top is too showy.'

The solution was so obvious I was surprised she hadn't realised what to do herself.

'You really don't need a bra Lucy, just take it off.'

'Do you think so?' she asked hesitantly.

'I'm positive. You have a beautiful body, there's no need to be bashful about that.'

'Well I'll try, then see what we think.'

She was gone longer than it would have taken her to simply remove her bra and I could imagine what she was doing, turning and re-turning in front of the mirror, checking exactly what could and what could not be seen from every angle. But when she reappeared it had been worth the wait, the difference was phenomenal. Whereas previously the fabric had been restrained by the friction between it and her bra, now it was free to move and cling to the shape of her breasts.

What the dress did for her simply took my breath away, and I felt my heart flip as I stood drinking in the sight of her.

'You look absolutely, stunningly, gorgeous, Lucy.' I said, hearing the catch in my voice when I added. 'The phrase 'good enough to eat', was inspired by someone looking just the way you do.'

A faint blush coloured her cheeks as she countered with several, quite irrelevant reasons why the dress was quite wrong for her. But the upshot was that she backed down and allowed me to buy it for her, and once that was done there was nothing the assistant could do or say that would persuade Lucy to let her take the dress off her.

'It's for me to wear to lunch, and that's where we are going next, isn't it Jack?'

I agreed and as I gave my credit card to the assistant she gave me a knowing smile and said in a low voice. 'The young lady has made a wise choice, perhaps several wise choices.'

The price was certainly more than I had expected, but when I took yet another look across at Lucy I realised that in fact it was a dirt-cheap bargain. The assistant folded and wrapped the things Lucy had worn as though they were as valuable as the dress we had just bought, then put them in one of the boutique's carry-bags. 'I trust we shall see you again, sir.' she said as she handed Lucy the bag. 'It's always a pleasure to be of service to a discerning gentleman.'

I thanked her, took Lucy's hand and as we left I said. 'There's one more purchase to make Lucy.'

'What's that?'

'Shoes. The one's you have on are very nice, but the dress demands something a little higher, perhaps white sling-backs. Something like these.' I added, stopping at a small, exclusive shoe store a little further along the arcade.

Lucy knew I was right about the shoes and although she didn't choose the pair I had pointed out the ones she left the shop in were quite similar, but had even higher heels. 'Wearing high heels always makes me feel sexy.' she whispered to me as we left.

'If you feel just a tenth as sexy as you look, you must be feeling rather uncomfortable.' I said as I took her hand and squeezed it.

She squeezed mine back and looked across at the lingerie shop as she replied. 'Perhaps we'd better pop in there and buy me a couple of spare pair of panties then.'

'Let's keep that as a special treat for another day. Right now let's go and show you off to the high flyers.'

The River Gardens restaurant was, as it's name implied, set in the middle of a large, and beautifully maintained area of public gardens adjacent to the river, with vehicle access limited to one, single roadway leading to the car park. Although the car I drive is by no means cheap when I pulled in and saw the range of super deluxe vehicles already parked there, I felt as though I might just as well have been driving a family saloon.

Obviously Lucy noticed the multi-million dollars' worth of cars too, and after a silent pause she turned and asked. 'Do you eat here very often?'

'Not very often no. But today is special.'

'I'm not that special.' she said, pointing to a matching pair of Ferraris parked side by side.

'You are to me Lucy, far more special. More special than the entire parking lot.' I answered.

'That's nice to hear Jack.' she said, turning and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

During the relatively short drive from the city centre I had been concentrating on watching the traffic, had taken no more than brief, sideways glances at her. Her face in profile, the outline of her breasts, the way the dress clung to her thighs, but even those had been enough to start a slow, but steady arousal. When she turned and leaned across to brush her lips against my cheek I found I could see straight down into the lush valley between her breasts, and that, plus the drift of perfume that came with her, sent a surge of blood to my cock.

Having helped her out of the car I took her hand as we walked the short distance through the car park to the restaurant. The head waiter greeted us as effusively as if we were regular diners, complimenting Lucy on her dress and, with just the slightest change to his expression, me on my choice of companions. I quickly spotted several people I knew through business and received congratulatory grins from some, and raised eye-brows from others. But all gave me only the briefest of acknowledgements before returning their full attention to Lucy. And it wasn't only people I knew that followed our progress between the tables, heads and eyes turned as we passed and although ours was far from where the most favoured ones were, by the time we were seated I could tell that the focus of the room had shifted, from them, to where Lucy sat.

'You have caused quite a stir.' I said quietly once we were seated and had ordered a drink.

'What do you mean Jack?'

'When someone as beautiful as you arrives everyone wants to know who they are, but today even those who are supposed to know everybody can't answer the question. That's almost unheard of, so I imagine there's consternation amongst the regulars.'

'I could certainly feel people watching us when we arrived, it's this beautiful dress you've bought me.'

'Watching you Lucy, not us, and the dress only enhances what's inside it.'

A faint blush coloured her cheek and she smiled fondly as she reached across the table to rest her hand on mine. 'So long as you think that way Jack, the others don't matter.'

Just then the waiter arrived with our drinks and I suggested we think about what we were going to eat.

I kept quiet while Lucy read the menu and apart from raising her eye-brows and giving me a questioning look when she saw the ridiculous prices the restaurant charged, she took her time. The waiter must have also been keeping a close eye on us because we'd no sooner put down the menus than he was at my side to take our order. Once that was taken care of I picked up my glass and reached across the table and rested my other hand on Lucy's.

'Here's to us, and to many, many more nights as wonderful, and as memorable as last night was Lucy.'

'Oh yes, I'll certainly drink to that Jack.' she replied, giving me a dazzling smile before lifting her glass and clinking it against mine.

Having put down her glass Lucy glanced around the room, apparently oblivious to, or simply ignoring those that were still staring at her. 'Do you know many people here Jack?' she asked.

'Several, mainly business acquaintances, there are a couple that I'd call friends.'

'Will you have to explain who I am, will that be embarrassing?'

'I can assure you they'll all want to know, and try to find out how I got so lucky. But it certainly won't be embarrassing.'

She flushed slightly at the implied compliment, took another sip from her glass, then asked. 'Do they often have to ask you?'

'Ask me what?'

'Who was that woman I saw you with?' she replied with a cheeky grin.

I knew exactly what she was trying to find out and looked her straight in the eyes as I answered her totally honestly. 'From time to time Lucy, but not very often. There hasn't been anyone seriously in my life for quite a long time now.'

'By choice?'

'Partly, but mainly because up until now I haven't met anyone like you Lucy.' 

It was clear that she hadn't expected such a direct answer and although it flustered her I got the impression she was also pleased to hear what I'd said. She was saved from having to respond by the arrival of the waiter with the wine I'd ordered, then the first course of our meal.

Apart from expressions of pleasure at both the food and wine, she ate in silence, from time to time glancing across at me, giving me a hesitant smile when our eyes actually met, and I got the feeling that something was troubling her. Then, when she'd finished, she put down her fork, looked up and said.

'This is all a bit overwhelming Jack.'

'What is Lucy?'

'Everything. All this.' she said indicating the room and people around us. 'You, this dress.' She paused for several moments, apparently undecided as to whether or not to continue, then added. 'And last night - especially last night, and everything I felt.'

'I thought you enjoyed last night.'

'Oh, I did, I did.' she answered in a breathless whisper. 'That's part of the trouble.'

'What is?'

'How much I enjoyed it, all of it. I've never been in this kind of situation, never done some of the things I did, and certainly never before felt most of what I felt.'

'And that's troubling?'

'Not in itself - well a bit - but I think part of the problem is I'm not sure what you want from me.'

'Lucy darling, I don't want anything that you feel you can't give. Just understand that there are no demands, none at all, just give what you can, and no more. Is that OK?'

'I think so.' she said, but as I felt sure she again had something to add I remained silent for the time it took her to decide how to go on. 'But a lot of the trouble is, after the way I felt last night - and still do this morning - I'm no longer certain how much I actually have.'

'What do you mean?'

It seemed that after hedging around, she could no longer hold back about what had been really troubling her, and once started, although her voice was low, not much more than a whisper, it all just bubbled out.

'As I said, I've never felt like this before. Especially about the sex. I've always enjoyed sex of course, well most times, but I've never felt so, so, well just so damn sexy. I mean even now, I can't stop thinking about last night. I can still smell and taste you, even while I've been eating. I can feel what I felt, feel you, and that thing, I mean Fred.' she added with a shy smile. 'Feel both inside me. And while we've been sitting here I've been getting wet, uncomfortably wet. None of that's ever happened to me before.'

'And that's worrying you?'

'It's not having any control of how I'm reacting, that's what's really worrying me. Not knowing what else I might I be capable of. Do you see?'

'I think so. But don't worry, I won't let you rape me, well at least not in front of all these people.' I said cheerily, trying hard to change her mood.

It seemed to work, she grinned, then laughed, reached across the table for my hand and squeezed it. 'I'm being silly aren't I? Instead of enjoying what's happening I'm worrying about what it all means.'

'That's understandable. I'm a bit overwhelmed by it all too Lucy.'

'You are?'

'I am, I've never experienced anything like this before either. Remember that. I can't look at you without wanting to take you in my arms and kiss you. And each time I do I start to get an erection.' I added in a low whisper.

'Even now?' she asked in a similar tone, her eyes darkening and staring deep into mine as she waited for my response.

'Even now.'

'So we're both in the same boat.'

'It would seem so, so let's enjoy the trip.'

Again we were interrupted by the waiter bringing our main course and I took that opportunity to change the subject. Her mood seemed to change as we ate and we chatted much more freely during the rest of the meal, but even so from the intensity of looks we exchanged from time to time, I felt sure that she, like myself, was still physically aroused.

When we were finished eating and were sipping coffee she suddenly asked. 'Could we go for a bit of a walk around the gardens when we leave?'

'Of course, if you would like that. Are those shoes OK for walking?'

'Oh yes, they're really comfortable. I can see now why women who can afford it spend as much as they do on shoes.'

'If you're sure, a walk we shall take.'

'I'll need to go to the ladies room first though.'

'Now?'

'Yes please, if you don't mind.'

'Of course I don't, you pop in there and I'll settle with the waiter.'

As women's visits to the toilet go, Lucy was remarkably quick, reappearing just as the waiter returned my credit card.

As she crossed the room just about every pair of eyes in the restaurant followed her, the men with lust, the women with envy, and as I also watched her approach and felt my heart skip a beat, I certainly couldn't blame them.

She moved liked a young gazelle, and at the end of each step the dress clung momentarily to her shifting curves, outlining them and presenting a series of frozen-in-time studies of her gorgeous body. It was hard to drag my eyes up from either the sensuous curve of her thighs and hips, or the richer, fuller roundness of her breasts, but when I did I noticed there was a faint flush to her face, and there was a nervous tremor in her voice when she took my hand and asked. 'Are you ready?'




Lucy Ch. 06-10



'Yes Lucy, all done.'

'Good, let's go then.' she said, virtually tugging me towards the door.

'Is there anything wrong?' I asked once we were outside.

'No, no, it's all right, I'll explain in a minute.' she replied, heading away from the restaurant.

'I wonder if the rose garden is still over there, I have always loved that part of the gardens.'

'You have been here before then?'

'Many, many times Jack, mainly when I was a kid, with my father and mother. But never inside the restaurant, not even then, when it was much less up-market. We used to bring a picnic. Not frequently but two or three times a year I suppose.'

As we turned the corner and saw the rose garden stretching ahead of us, she came to a halt. 'It's just as lovely. I always used to think I'd like one, a bit smaller of course, when I grew up and had a home of my own.'

'I understand successful rose growing has become a very specialised business these days. Apart from anything else they keep coming up with new varieties.'

'Still it would be nice wouldn't it, looking out at such a blaze of colour, and think of the money you could save by being able to cut flowers for the house straight from the garden.'

'I think you'll find the cost involved in growing them properly is pretty high Lucy. But I agree with you about having them there to enjoy looking at.'

We had been strolling between the beds, admiring first one then another particularly fine set of blooms for quite a while before I remembered to ask her about the cause of her apparent nervousness as we left the restaurant.

Her hand tightened its grip of mine, she giggled, then answered. 'You remember what I said during lunch, about still being able to feel you, and Fred.'

'Yes.'

'Well, what with that and the way you kept looking at me, well I never stopped feeling horny. And my panties got really wet, uncomfortably so. Of course I didn't have a spare pair with me, so when I went to the toilet, I took them off, they're in my bag. When I came out and started walking through the restaurant I suddenly got the feeling that everyone in the place knew I didn't have them on. Silly I know, but that's why I was in such a hurry to get out.'

'So the only thing you're wearing is the dress.'

'And the shoes Jack.' She replied with a broad grin.

'Of course, and the shoes.'

I fell silent as I digested the information, and in that brief moment my mind conjured up the image of Lucy's naked body.

'What are you thinking Jack?' she asked.

'What do you think?'

'I don't know. Are you cross with me?' she asked apprehensively.

'Cross! Good Lord no, why would I be cross?'

'Well I suppose many men might get upset finding out that the woman they've been accompanying to the swishest restaurant in town, is semi-naked.'

'In that case I'm definitely not one of those many men. If you want to know, I'm wondering how to control yet another erection.'

She gave a low giggle. 'Now you know what I've had to cope with for the last hour or so.'

'At least you don't end up with something like Fred actually in your pants.'

She giggled at the thought. 'True, I've often wondered what it must feel like for a man to have to walk around with an erection. Is it nice, or uncomfortable?'

'I guess it depends on the circumstances. It happens less often as we get older of course. But I remember when I was young, in my early teens, when they seemed to come and go of their own accord, it could be bloody embarrassing, and decidedly uncomfortable.'

'That's something you must tell me about sometime, you know, your life story. I want to know everything about you, especially about the women in your life.' she added, giving my hand a firm squeeze.

'Let's keep that for a wet Sunday afternoon.'

'You mean after we've fucked ourselves to a standstill I presume.' she replied, giving my hand an even stronger squeeze.

As we left the rose garden she quickened her pace a little. 'Let's go this way round to the river, it takes a bit longer, but I need to walk off that lunch, it was delicious but I'm not used to eating so much in the middle of the day.

Although the gardens were quite crowded at week-ends and holidays, being mid-week, apart from the area immediately surrounding the restaurant, we saw hardly another soul.

We walked in silence for a while, but my brain was fully occupied. With no bra to constrain them, walking at a brisker pace made her breasts sway provocatively, and I found it hard to tear my eyes away from their sensual movements. The material was so fine, and clung to her so closely that I could even see the small peaks made by her partially engorged nipples.

As I watched her breasts in motion I recalled the thrills I'd felt when I held their weight in my hands, fondled and caressed them, pressed my face into the deep valley between them and inhaled their scent. Remembered the happy pride that filled me when she told me nobody else had ever taken her to a climax by just caressing and kissing them.

Those thoughts led to others, revolving around the even more powerful pleasure centre below. The sight of it, like some exotic tropical fruit or flower. Its responsiveness to the touch of my fingers and tongue, unfolding and producing its own special nectar. Its taste, and especially its powerfully arousing scent.

In spite of the very real beauty of the gardens all around us I could only see, feel and smell the even more intense beauty of Lucy's body. I had the scent of her pussy in my nostrils, it's taste in my mouth, and slipped into a fantasy in which I was somehow able to have my head up between her swishing thighs, my mouth clamped to her pussy, my tongue probing it depths.

I don't know what snapped me out of that surrealistic mode, maybe my brain went into automatic default. But although the fantasy switched off, its physical effects were not and by then the swollen bulge between my legs had become bigger, harder, and extremely uncomfortable.

I had no clear idea as to what I was going to do about it but looking ahead of us I could see that the path we were following seemed to be heading straight for the farthest corner of the gardens. It disappeared into some thick shrubbery then apparently followed the boundary wall, reappearing some distance away, alongside the river. It was also obvious from the well marked track across the grass that most walkers ignored both the extra distance, and the shrubbery, taking a short cut to rejoin the path by the river.

When we reached the point where the short-cut started Lucy began to veer that way, but I tugged her hand, saying. 'No, this way Lucy, apart from anything else those shoes aren't meant for walking on such uneven ground.'

As we entered the section of denser growth I let go of her hand and slid my arm around her waist, slipping my hand down over the curve of her hip. 'What you said earlier, about getting turned-on during lunch, have we completely walked that off?'

'Far from it Jack.' she said, pressing herself close to me and wriggling the fingers of one hand down into the back pocket of my trousers. 'Perhaps it's because I'm very conscious of not having any underwear on, but in spite of having all these lovely trees and flowers around us, I've only been able to think about one thing. Wondering if you are as aroused as I am. Hoping you are. And if so, what it must feel like for you, having it cramped up in your trousers. Wishing it could be as free as my body is.

To tell you the truth, if anything, I'm even more wound-up than I was in there.'

Glancing around us I could see that although it was almost completely hidden by a particularly dense group of trees and shrubs, we had reached the point where the boundary wall was just a few paces away. The wall was chest high, made of large blocks of sand-stone, but capped with polished granite, which provided a smooth, rather than a rough upper surface. I knew that on the other side was an area of much wilder growth covering a steep slope that led down to a major road, over a hundred metres away. The chance of us being seen from any direction was so remote it could be completely discounted, and I immediately knew what I wanted to do.

'This way Lucy.' I said, pulling her after me as I headed for a small break in the shrubs.

'What are you doing Jack? Remember what you said about the shoes.'

'I'll buy you another pair.' I answered as we stumbled through the vegetation to the wall, then turned back a little until we had the thick bushes between us and the path.

'I've wanted to do this for the last couple of hours.' I said gruffly as I took her in my arms and kissed her.

Of all the kisses we had exchanged up to then, that was by far the most passionate one. Our mouths were glued together, lips bruising, tongues probing and twining. Both of Lucy's hands gripped my arse, pulling me hard up against herself. I had one of mine around her waist, the other had gone straight up under her skirt, my fingers digging into the soft, bare flesh of her bottom. I felt her crushing her thigh against the throbbing, jerking mass my cock had become and we clung together so tightly it was as though we each wanted to force our entire body inside the other's.

The power of it left us both feeling a bit bewildered and panting for breath when we finally broke apart and there was a hoarse rasp in my voice when I said. 'Pull your skirt up Lucy.' Then, taking a firm grip of her waist as she did that, I heaved her up to sit on top of the wall.

Her initial look of consternation and confusion quickly changed, and she smiled down at me. 'It's nice, quite warm.' she said, feeling the polished granite against her bare bottom.

'Now, hold on to the wall for support, then lift your legs, rest them on my shoulders.' I said, bending my knees as I edged forward, then straightening up as she did that too.

I could tell from the appearance of her pussy that she hadn't exaggerated how she was feeling. The lips were obviously heavily suffused with blood, swollen and glistening with the juices she'd been secreting, some of which had left tell-tale tracks on the inside of her thighs as it had trickled down them.

'My poor Lucy, you have got yourself in a state haven't you. Let's see if I can do something about that.' I murmured as I eased myself closer.

As she felt me slide two fingers into her she spread her knees wider apart and gave a deep, long drawn out sigh, then took a firmer grip of the wall and leaned back as far as she dared.

She was even wetter inside and as I slid my fingers slowly in and out, stirring the fluid, the scent of her sex drifted up into my nostrils, fanning my already blazing needs. But doing my best to suppress those feelings, as I continued sliding the two fingers back and forth I used the thumb and index finger of my other hand to ease back the hood of her clitoris, exposing the pink and already swollen head. Then, leaning forward, I began to blow gentle puffs of air across it.

She literally squealed with delight, squirming as each puff sent unexpectedly powerful sensations coursing through her body. I watched her clit becoming more pronounced, growing, stiffening and while continuing to blow, turned my other hand palm up, so as I pushed them in and out my finger-tips rubbed against the roof of her cunt. Then I began to search for that super-sensitive spot and although I couldn't feel anything different about any particular section of lining, after only a few probing strokes I could tell from her instantaneous reaction that I'd been lucky. Making a mental note of its approximate whereabouts for future occasions, as I increased the speed and upward pressure of my fingers I began to lightly flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Even though I knew how long she'd been sexually aroused I still couldn't believe how quickly, or how powerfully she climaxed. A few minutes later she suddenly gave a single explosive gasp, and her entire body went completely rigid. A split second later she was wracked by the start of a series of jolting shudders that were so powerful that for several moments I was worried they were going to knock her back off the wall. But although I guessed that right then she had very little control of herself she somehow hung on, her body bucking and writhing in ecstasy as my tongue flickered and my fingers rubbed back and forth, her shrill, rapturous cries reverberating through the surrounding trees.

I took her through two more, less intense, but obviously still incredibly powerful peaks before I pulled my fingers out, then bent forward and clamped my mouth to her still spasming pussy.

She finally let go of the wall and hung on to me instead, gripping my head then tightening her thighs around it, holding me hard up against herself. 'I wish, ugh, I wish there was some way I could, ugh, tell you how wonderful that was.' she gasped, her speech interrupted by the tremors that continued to shake her as I sucked out more of her freely flowing juices.

When she'd calmed down a bit she released her grip and as I pulled my head back and took a breath of air, she looked down at me and added. 'That was really quite frightening. I've never felt anything like that before. I didn't know I could react that quickly, or that strongly. Was that what they call the G-spot?'

'I think so Lucy. I've never been able to find it before.'

'Well you certainly found mine, you clever, clever man. But now, help me down and let's take care of you, you must be feeling truly desperate by now.'

Once down she took a quick look around us and then turned her back to me. 'Unzip me please, we don't seem to have alerted the fire brigade, and I'm not taking any more risks with this gorgeous dress.'

Having lifted it up over her head she turned to face me, and standing there completely naked except for her high-heeled shoes, she looked like some sort of modern-day wood nymph, tempting and seducing passing travellers. Not that I needed either, by then my cock was so engorged and inflamed, and the mass of accumulated semen was seething and churning so strongly that I felt sure it would take only the lightest touch of her finger-tips to release the pent up pressure.

'Come over here.' she said moving a little further along the wall, to where there was a small pile of rocks. 'Now, let's get these off.' she said, reaching for my belt and quickly unbuckling and unzipping my trousers.

For one scary moment I thought she was going to tug my things straight down, if she had, with my cock as hard and swollen as it was, the result could have been disastrous, or at least very painful. But she had foreseen the problem and once she'd undone me she pushed her hands down inside my underpants, using them to form a protective cup. 'God that's enormous, and so hot!' she gasped as her fingers closed over the throbbing length. 'Go on, hurry up and get them off.'

She pressed my cock flat against my stomach as I pushed my trousers and pants down, but instead of releasing it once I'd done that she kept one hand there, slipping the other lower, to cup my tightly aching balls. We both felt the jolting shudder that ran up through my body as her touch sent the pressure inside me even higher, and I felt her fingers tighten.

'Oh I love this feeling.' she said as she closed her eyes, a tight smile curling the corners of her mouth. 'I love feeling the bottled-up power inside you, feeling the effect it has on you. Knowing I'm the cause of it.'

Although she only held it for a few seconds I felt my cock throbbing even more strongly, straining against her fingers, as though trying to break free of their enclosure. When she did take her hands away and allowed it to spring free, she stared down at its jerking, quivering length, adding in a low breathy undertone. 'And that I'm the one that'll get the benefit of it.'

Then, leaning back against the wall and lifting one foot up on to the rocks to make my access to her pussy easier, she said. 'Isn't this what the boys call a knee-trembler?'

I just nodded, then, with her back up against the wall, I fucked her.

My cock was so hot it felt as though it sizzled as I thrust it up into her, and although her pussy was dripping wet from my stimulation of her G-spot that did nothing to cool it down. I wasn't sure about Lucy but by then I certainly wasn't in the mood for prolonged sex, I just needed a hard, fast fuck, and much like our very first time together, that's what we both got.

I wasn't sure whether the hoarse whimpering sounds she made as I thrust in and out were caused by the force I was using, or by having her bottom ground against the rough sand-stone blocks. But it was clear from the way her fingers gripped my arse and urged me on, that whatever the cause, she was revelling in what I was doing.

Even though it was what I wanted, needed, it still didn't seem fair to either of us that after such a long period of growing excitement my body could be satisfied so quickly. But after only a few minutes of violent thrusting I felt the rush approaching, felt my balls tightening as the pressure inside them neared criticality. As it rose even higher I thrust deeper, each one forcing a gasp of breath out of her as she was shoved even harder back against the unyielding wall.

Feeling the accelerating speed and power of my action she clutched me tighter, crying out. 'Yes! Oh yes, yes! I'm coming again Jack! Come with me this time, come now Jack, come, nowww!'

I felt her cunt tightening, as though trying to get a grip of the slippery length of steel-hard, pistoning flesh, and although that time it couldn't, the increased intensity of sensations produced, and the knowledge that I was giving her exactly what she wanted and needed, was more than enough to finally bring on my own climax. As it ripped through me I heard myself cry out her name, and a split second later heard her equally excited response as she felt the first massive blast jetting deep inside her.

The strength of that climax was almost unbelievable, like some long simmering volcano that has suddenly been uncapped, my cock literally erupted, blasting successive gouts of blistering semen, each one firing with just as much force as the first had.

Then, as though to make up for the all too rapid onset of it, my body seemed to tap some inner energy reserve, obtaining the power I needed to continue thrusting. At the same time draining additional fluid to my groin, replenishing what my repeatedly firing cock was pumping into Lucy's cunt.

And hers took what mine demanded of it, both the frenzied pounding, and the flood of semen, her excited cries of pleasure turning to whimpers of disbelief as my spouting cock continued flashing in and out, triggering a seemingly never ending series of climactic peaks for her.

But of course eventually my reserves gave out, and the intensity of what had happened to me was so strong it left me weak-kneed and trembling, I felt completely drained, and had to hang on to the wall for support.

'You certainly needed that!' she gasped as we both began to regain our breath. 'And although I loved what you did to me last night, there are also times like this, when I just want you to do it like that, fuck me as though it's both your first, and last time. Now, give me a kiss, then we'd better try and clean ourselves up a bit before we rejoin civilisation.'

Luckily she had some tissues in her purse and with those, and my handkerchief we were able to wipe most of the sticky mess off ourselves and once we had, she pulled out her panties. 'Although they're still damp I think I'd better put these back on, once I start moving the rest of what's inside me is going to start running out again, and from the way you came I'd say there's a hell of a lot of it.' 

Having made ourselves more presentable I took her hand and we started back along the path to the restaurant. We walked in silence for a while, each recovering from the power of what we had just felt, but after several minutes I asked her what she would like to do for the rest of the day.




Lucy Ch. 06-10



'Well, we'll need to go back to your place so I can have a shower, no, a bath, a long, soaking bath.' she said. 'Then after that, what I'd really like to do is do what we've just done, all over again. Only a bit more slowly, and somewhere more comfortable.' she added with a grin.

'I'm sorry you were...'

'No, no, don't misunderstand me Jack. This was utterly fantastic! Another fantasy come true, I wouldn't have changed anything about it. But I want to be able to feel that incredible power gradually building-up before we do it again, so we'll need to do it differently, much more slowly, and that needs somewhere appropriate.

Then later, I'm going to cook for you, something simple but nutritious, so we'll have to stop at the shops on the way. Then while we eat you're going to tell me something about yourself, maybe about some of the women in your life. Then we're going back to bed, that time to sleep.' she added with a low chuckle. 'How does that sound?'

I made her laugh when I said it sounded so wonderful that I might offer her a job as a social secretary, but as we got nearer to the restaurant and saw the number of people leaving I felt her tensing up.

'I know it's silly but I can't help feeling they know what we've been up to.' she said, gripping my hand more tightly.

Certainly eyes were watching us, or at least they were watching Lucy, but I told her that even if they did think that, what did it matter. 'The men will just be envious of me Lucy, and that's their problem.'

She relaxed a little and responded. 'And let me tell you that if the women knew how well hung you are Jack, how good you are with it, and what you just did for me, they'd be even more envious than the men.'

'So, let's flaunt it, and leave them to their poor, unexciting lives.'

'Right!' she said as she stepped out more confidently, ignoring the stares we got as we made our way to my car.

However, when we got to the shopping centre she said she really was too embarrassed by her appearance to go in there wearing the little that she was. So she ran through the things she needed and I went in and bought those items I knew I didn't have in the cupboard, and then we headed home.




Chapter 8

Bubble Bath

Once indoors and we had put the ingredients away I suggested she go up and start running her bath.

'What about you Jack?'

Although I could easily have used the second bath-room the idea of being able to see her, to watch her bathing, overwhelmed my normal reaction to give her privacy. And as the shower was in the corner opposite the bath, with a clear glass screen and door, I would be able to do that. But then I wondered how Lucy might feel about that.

'I'll be up in a minute, for a shower, that is if you don't mind sharing the bath-room.'

'Of course I don't mind sharing Jack, anyway it's your bath-room.'

'OK, but I've got a few things to do first, so you get started, you said you wanted a long soak. I think you'll find bath salts and other stuff in the cabinet, help yourself to whatever you fancy.'

'Thank you, but don't be too long, I'll need you to scrub my back.' she added with a meaningful grin.

After she had gone upstairs I went down under the house, where I had a small, but well-stocked cellar. Not knowing her preference for wines I selected a light, mellow red and a crisp, not too dry white for our evening meal, then took a bottle of champagne from the half dozen or so I always kept in a small fridge.

Contrary to what I had said to her I really had nothing else to do, I had just wanted to give her a little time to herself, so sat quietly for a while, replaying in my head the almost unbelievable events of the last few hours.

In my wildest fantasies I had never conjured up anything as incredibly exciting as what we had done together, or the sensations I had experienced.

I found I was getting a jumble of visual flashes of Lucy. Sitting beside me in the car on the way to the restaurant. The worried look on her face when she told me she was still feeling sexually aroused. The provocative movement of her breasts as we walked together in the gardens. The way she looked when she stood naked in the shrubbery. A close-up of her pussy when I had lifted her up to the wall.

And found that just those brief flashes were more than enough to start getting me aroused again. Then when I remembered what we had done, how she'd reacted when I found her G-spot, how it felt when I'd fucked her against the wall, my cock started throbbing almost as powerfully as it had been when she'd pushed her hands down inside my trousers.

Pulling myself back to reality I remembered what she had said when I asked what she wanted to do. 'After I've had a long, soaking bath what I'd really like to do is do what we've just done, all over again. Only a bit more slowly, and somewhere more comfortable.'

I realised that if I let myself continue with the thoughts I'd been having, when she was ready for me I'd go off like a rocket, spoiling things for her by climaxing far too quickly. So, in an effort to clear my mind of the visions of her body, and the feelings she stimulated in me, I busied myself with sorting out pots and pans, china, glass and cutlery for our evening meal, and while I was doing that, tried to concentrate on one or two business decisions I knew I needed to make over the next few days.

My efforts were at least partially successful and by the time I opened the champagne and carried it and the glasses upstairs my erection had virtually subsided.

Lucy had obviously found some bubble bath in the cupboard and as she was stretched the full length of the bath all I could see of her was her head.

'I was wondering where you had got to Jack. This bath is enormous, there's room for us both in here.'

Ignoring the implication I merely answered. 'I can't stand those modern, little things they call baths. If I'm having one I like to do what you are doing, lie right down in it. How about a little champagne, bubbles on the inside to go with the bubbles on the outside.' I added with a grin as I poured the wine.

'Oh lovely. More decadent luxury.' she said, pulling herself upright and taking the glass from me.

As she did that her breasts broke through the layer of bubbles and although covered with foam I could still see the outline of their shape, and found that was quite enough to start rekindling the feelings I thought I had successfully suppressed.

We clinked glasses and drank. 'Oh that is really nice champagne.' she said, then, after taking a second draft, added. 'Very, very nice. It's not French, is it?'

'Yes it is.'

'Jack, you're spoiling me. You mustn't, I might get hooked on it.'

'So. Why not?' I responded, then emptied my glass, moved across to the shower and started to strip off.

Although I had my back to her I could feel her watching me, and not for the first time, wished it was the muscular body of a twenty five year old I was exposing.

Once again it was as though she could read my thoughts. 'I know you keep referring to your age Jack, but you really do have a great body.' she said as I leaned into the shower and turned on the water.

I turned to thank her for the unmerited compliment and as I did so I saw her eyes drop to my crotch.

'And that's especially true of that part of you.' she added in a lower tone.

Although my previous erection had subsided my cock had remained partially swollen, and the sight of her in the bath had sent more blood coursing into it. So at that moment it was, as the saying goes, at 'half mast', not stiffened, but thickly swollen.

'I'm not sure I believe you, but it's nice to hear you say it Lucy.' I replied with a smile, then stepped into the shower stall.

She continued watching as I soaped and washed myself and so it wasn't surprising that my body continued to react to the combination of her being there and the thought of the pleasures we would soon be sharing. Even the feel of my own hands had an effect and by the time I had finished and reached for the towel to dry myself, I saw that my cock had started to stiffen. 

'Are you going to give my back a scrub now?' she asked when I hooked the towel around my waist.

'Sure.' I replied. 'I'll just refill your glass first.'

She had both arms resting on the sides of the bath, one hand holding the empty champagne glass, but as I leaned across to refill it she slipped the other up under the towel, supporting my already semi-erect cock on her wrist and curling her fingers around my balls.

'Mmm that's nice. A lovely hot bath, champagne in one hand, and this gorgeous thing in the other. I feel like one of those 18th century French courtesans. Very nice.' she added, feeling my cock twitch as her touch sent more blood flowing into it.

'Lucy, you are far more beautiful and ten times more sexy than any courtesan ever was, French or any other nationality.'

'That's nice to hear, even if it is only flattery.' Then, without letting go of me, added. 'But now, would you give my back a good scrub please.'

As I reached for the soap and began to lather her back she took another drink, then looked up at me with a positively wicked glint in her eye and started rolling and fondling my balls. In addition to the sensations her fingers generated, all the thoughts I had previously tried so hard to ignore returned, and by the time I had finished washing her my quickly rising cock had pushed the fold of the towel aside.

Lucy's eyes widened as she stared at the still rising length, then draining and putting down her glass she turned, unhooked the towel, let it drop to the floor, and with a tense smile on her face, said. 'Don't get too excited too quickly Jack. I'm going to do to you what you did to me last night.'

'What do you mean?' I asked gruffly as I felt my cock continuing to harden.

'Make you wait. Get you almost there, then stop. Torment you the way you tormented me, remember?'

'But it was worth it, wasn't it?'

'Of course it was, it was wonderful. So let's see if I can make it just as good for you. Eventually.' she added after a meaningfully long pause.

As she spoke she had been running the palm of her hand slowly back and forth along the underside of the shaft, the soapy water made her already soft skin even slicker and that, coupled with the lightness of her touch, sent tingling waves of pleasure up my spine. I could feel my cock growing as more and more blood surged into it then gave a low grunt when, after a few more of those tantalising strokes, she curled the fingers of both hands around it. Pushing one right down to the base and closing her fingers firmly around it, she began to lightly stroke up and down the still rising length with the other.

What she was doing was so stimulating it only took a minute or two to get it up to full size, for the veins along the shaft to become darkly swollen and the bulging head turn a dark plum-red, its skin taut and glossy. Then, while one hand maintained its grip around the base and began to rhythmically squeeze the shaft, the other concentrated on the head.

I looked down, watching her finger-tips slowly skimming over it, then in and around the deep groove behind it. The head was already so sensitive that each move generated a shock-like thrill that zipped up through my body and fired off in my brain's pleasure centre. 'Oh Lucy, that's fantastic.' I said hoarsely. 'You have really magical hands.' Giving another, louder grunt of pleasure as what she was doing made my cock jerk several notches higher.

Feeling the strength of my reaction, she stopped and slipped both hands down between my legs. 'That's good.' she said as one stroked up and down my thigh and the other gently fondled my already swollen balls. 'These are feeling heavy and seem to be getting tighter. But it will be quite a while yet before I let you empty them.' she added after a lengthy pause, then went back to work on my cock, increasing the strength of the shock-waves coursing through me by occasionally grazing the rim of the bulging head with the tip of her finger-nails.

The electrifying sensations kept me at fever pitch and I saw her watching me closely, her eyes flitting up and down from my face to my cock, apparently gauging exactly how close I was to coming. She'd give me a brief smile, then again concentrate on what she was doing to me, taking me right to the brink, then somehow managing to hold me there.

I couldn't suppress an occasional groan of sheer frustration and after what seemed an age of pleasure-filled torment finally couldn't stand any more. 'Please!' I begged her in a rasping growl when the pressure and tension became almost unbearable.

'OK, that's enough for now.' she said, deliberately misunderstanding my plea, suddenly taking both hands away and leaving me standing there, my cock jerking wildly, the semen in my aching balls churning, and my entire body quivering. 'Now let's see if you can do what you did to me that first evening. Get in here, behind me, then caress my breasts for me please.'

Realising that she'd really meant what she'd said about keeping me waiting, I had no choice but to do as she asked, so, slipping one leg down either side of her I lowered myself into the still quite hot water. As I got in she leaned forward and pulled out the plug, lowering the water level a little, then leaned back, trapping my quivering cock between her back and my stomach.

She gave a soft sigh when I slid my arms around her, the soapy water making her skin feel like warm silk, my fingers tingling as they slipped up over the gentle swell of her stomach and cupped her breasts. I tried to ignore the unbelievable pressure she'd built inside me by concentrating on what I was doing for her, alternately stroking and squeezing the firm globes, grazing and nipping her nipples.

'You have a magic touch too Jack, and a truly impressive piece of equipment.' she added, squirming herself back against my cock as I bent forward, kissing and sucking the tender flesh at the base of her neck.

Although I had initially doubted that without some additional stimulation of her clitoris I'd be able to repeat my previous performance, playing with my cock must have started to get her physically aroused because I hadn't been caressing her for very long before she started to tremble, and I felt her already swollen nipples getting spiky. I knew that by simply slipping one hand down to her pussy I could get her off in a matter of seconds, but as she'd specifically asked me to try to do again what I had that first evening, I resisted that. Instead I tried to intensify what she was feeling by changing the pattern of what I was doing, keeping the caresses of one hand light but being stronger with the other, alternating the pressure on each breast every minute or two, and every now and then lightly pinching her spiking nipples.

That technique seemed to do the trick and as I continued I felt stronger tremors running through her body and she began to make those plaintive mewling sounds, arching herself more tightly back against me. A little later, as her body tensed, she cried out. 'Oh Jack! Jack you darling!' Then a series of powerful shudders rippled through her.

I continued fondling and squeezing her breasts as she rode the undulating waves of her climax, both surprised and thrilled I had actually been able to do what she'd wanted. But, given what she'd said about wanting to keep me waiting for a long time, I was even more surprised when, as I felt the strength of her responses finally lessening, she gripped the sides of the bath, lifted herself up, and said. 'Please, put it inside me Jack.'

Sliding one hand down over her stomach I reached beneath her. Although I had been trying to ignore the need she had built up inside me by concentrating on giving her as much pleasure as possible, the feel of her, and the way she had continued squirming herself back against my cock had kept it throbbingly erect. She lifted herself higher as I positioned it, then, still holding on to the edges of the bath for support, cautiously, lowered herself down.

Guiding the head into the fleshy slit I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips and she gave a long drawn out sigh as she pushed down and the rigid length drove deep. Having taken most of it she paused. 'Oh Jack, you can't imagine just how good that is. You're so big and hard, it feels more like it's Fred I've got inside me.' she said in a husky voice.

After what she had done to me my cock was so sensitive that the sensations I got as her pussy engulfed it were not just good, they were simply indescribable. But in spite of what I was feeling myself I still tried to concentrate on Lucy, and while I kept one hand working on her breasts, I began to lightly stroke the still pronounced ridge of her clitoris with the fingers of the other.

'Oh yes! I'm coming again Jack!' she screeched in surprised delight a minute or two later, and although I doubted it was what she had originally intended to do, as my fingers moved faster, she took a firm grip of the sides of the bath and began bouncing up and down.

Lucy had built up so much pressure inside me and her action was so energetic that the accumulated semen seemed to come instantly to the boil, and she was still building towards the next phase of her second climax when mine hit me. Feeling my cock explode seemed to intensify what she was experiencing and although in that position I was unable to thrust upwards, with each downward plunge she drove my spouting cock deeper. As her action became even more urgent, forcing successive blasts out of me, her cries of excitement and then release blended with my guttural grunts before echoing around the bath-room.

'That wasn't what I'd originally planned, but I hadn't really expected you to be able to get me off again that way either.' she said when we'd both finished. Then, lifting herself off me and shifting forward, she added with a low chuckle. 'But doing it in the bath means we don't need a shower.'

'And although we have to mop up the water we've splashed over the floor, there's no wet spot in the bed.' I replied.

'An even better reason. And that's where I'd like to go now, if that isn't being too decadent. I don't know about you, but after all this activity, on top of that beautiful meal, I think a nap would do us both good.'

She was right of course and having mopped the floor and dried each other we slipped into bed, and after a few tender kisses and caresses, we both quickly drifted off to sleep.




Chapter 9

Balcony

When I woke I found I was on my own, but as Lucy's side of the bed was still slightly warm I knew she couldn't have woken too much before I had. Having taken a piss, splashed some cold water on my face and slipped into a fresh shirt and trousers, I went looking for her.

As I half expected, she was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she chopped and sliced the vegetables we'd bought on the way home.

She had obviously taken more time to dress herself than I had, as well as putting on a skirt and blouse, she'd fixed her hair and applied a light touch of make-up. I stood in the door-way for a moment, just looking at her, feeling the pace of my heart-beat quickening as I drank in her beauty, and recalled the thrills we'd shared just a couple of hours earlier.

I hadn't made a sound but even so she somehow sensed I was there and turned, smiling when she saw me watching her. 'So who was the sleepy-head this time?'

'After what you have done to me today I'm surprised I woke at all.'

'What I've done to you? What a cheek! I seem to remember it was you who did the raping in the gardens.' she exclaimed.

'And I suppose I was responsible for what happened in the bath-room too!'

'Well, maybe not that. I was just getting a little justice, you know, tit for tat.'




Lucy Ch. 11-15



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.



Chapter 11

Concert

Saturday morning and afternoon seemed to crawl by. I tried to keep busy by doing odd chores around the house and then a bit of shopping, including a large bunch of roses for Lucy. At one stage I was tempted to go to where she was working, just to see her face and the look in her eyes when she saw me, but I knew it was a busy day in the shop and I doubted she'd really appreciate me doing that.

Eventually it was time to get ready and like a teen-ager going out on his first date with a very special girl I found myself taking extra care with everything from the selection of suit, shirt and tie, to the closeness of my shave, and the brightness of the polish on my shoes.

But when she answered the door and I saw what Lucy had done to herself I felt like just a scruffy school-boy by comparison.

She seemed to have set out to make herself look older, more worldly, and although I loved the way she usually looked, what she had done simply took my breath away.

Instead of her hair hanging loose, she had used a much more complexly elegant style, sweeping it back and up on top of her head, holding it in place with a large, black comb. Her make-up was more sophisticated too, a little darker and heavier than usual, the shading around her eyes making them seem larger and even more brilliant.

Then I looked lower, and the sophisticated look was further heightened by the dress she wore. I suppose it was what would be called a 'classic little black dress', very simple lines, and as there were no additions or decorations to distract the eye, the final effect was totally dependent on how well it fitted the body inside it. On Lucy it looked as though every single cut and stitch had been made with precisely her curves in the designer's mind, and that he had set out to make sure the dress enhanced each and every one.

The colour of the dress heightened the creamy, lightly tanned colour of her skin and the low cut top and thin shoulder straps left plenty of that on show. And although the bust line had only a relatively modest vee cut, her breasts were so full that even that provided a tempting view of the start of the deep cleavage between them. To accentuate her neck and shoulders she had avoided a too ostentatious necklace, wearing just a simple, jet-black choker of beads and a tiny pair of matching ear-rings.

'You, you look even more beautiful than ever!' I stammered.

'Thank you, and you look particularly elegant tonight. Come in for a moment, I've almost finished putting my things together.'

Having finished packing her overnight bag I took it and the much heavier one containing her study books down to the car, and as we were having supper later, we went straight to the concert.

The performance was an exceptionally fine one and although the music held virtually all my attention I wasn't able to resist taking the occasional, surreptitious, sideways glance at Lucy. Each time marvelling not only at her beauty but at the fact she was there with me.

By the time the concert finished we were both feeling quite exhilarated, exchanging enthusiastic comments about various sections that had impressed us as we made our way to a nearby restaurant. We were still chatting excitedly when we were shown to a table but finally slowed when the food and wine arrived and we both realised that by then we were really quite hungry.

'Which was your favourite piece?' I asked after we had been eating for a while.

'Oh the concerto, I just love that one, it's so sexy.'

'Sexy?'

'Yes, especially the slow movement. I've often imagined making love to it.' she added in a much softer voice. 

'I have a rather good recording of it at home, so that's something we can try, another evening.' I added.

She gave me a wry grin. 'I'll keep you to that, and look forward to it.' she paused for a moment, then added. 'Just remember that in some ways I'm even more sorry about Mother Nature spoiling our week-end than you are Jack, but as I said on the phone, you don't have to be totally celibate, we just have to be careful.'

I hadn't meant to say what I said next, well not there and then, and not under those circumstances, but I did, and having done so I wasn't really sorry that I had. 'Lucy darling, it's not just the sex. I mean, wanting to be with you, it's not just for the sex. Wonderful though that is.'

She gave me a surprised, but somehow knowing smile, then said. 'What do you mean Jack?'

It was a simple enough question and I knew what the right answer was, but for some reason I just couldn't get the words in my head into the correct order.

'I don't want you thinking that the only thing I'm interested in is the sex.' I finally managed to say in a reasonably controlled tone of voice.

'I know that Jack, we have many things in common, there's music and art.'

'I don't mean that, and you know it.' I said, interrupting her.

'What then?'

'I think I'm falling in love with you!' I suddenly blurted out.

She reached across the table and placed her hand on mine, then very softly, and sympathetically she said. 'I know you are Jack, and I'm feeling exactly the same way. But there are a lot of things to consider, aren't there.'

'You're falling in love me?' I asked in loud, much more excited voice.

'Shush, no need to tell everybody. Of course, you don't think I'm here just for a free concert do you?'

'No, no of course not! I just can't believe it!'

'Believe what Jack?'

'That you said what you did.' I answered much more quietly. 'When? I mean when did you start feeling that way?'

'Oh the first evening, I think in the bar where we had that drink, if not then, then certainly in the restaurant.'

'So quickly?'

'Mmm, it surprised me too. It still does, that's one of the things that's been worrying me, I mean it's not a concept I've believed in. Until now that is.'

'What's that?'

'The idea that people can fall in love at first sight. It always seemed too melodramatic before, too Hollywoodish.'

'But you haven't said anything.'

'Well neither have you, until just now.'

'I haven't been sure, I mean about you, I mean I've been frightened of scaring you off.' I burbled.

'Scaring me off?'

'Yes, I thought if I started getting too emotional you might want to break things off.'

'So you thought I was just in it for the sex?'

'No! I mean. Oh shit, I don't know what I mean. I just didn't want to do or say anything that might even risk me losing you.'

'Silly man, but I think I understand. Anyway, now that's out in the open we can get on with things, but let's leave any serious talking until tomorrow Jack, and for now, let's finish this delicious meal.'

I tried to do as she suggested but I found that my whirling thoughts were making even the simple task of transferring food from the plate to my mouth difficult. And although not intentionally, Lucy wasn't making things any easier for me, from time to time glancing up and giving me a gentle smile, each one making my hands shake and my heart skip a few beats.

But somehow I got through the rest of the meal without making too much of a fool of myself and even managed to make half sensible responses to Lucy's attempt at maintaining some sort of conversation.

When we had finished we walked hand in hand in virtual silence from the restaurant to the car park but once we were headed home I said. 'I'll respect what you asked, about us not talking seriously until tomorrow, but I just want you to know this is almost the most momentous evening of my life Lucy.'

'Almost?' she asked hesitantly.

'Second only to the one when I first met you.'

'Ah, that's all right then.' she said in a happier tone of voice, then shifted herself closer, reached across and rested one hand on my knee.

She remained silent for a while, waiting until I had manoeuvred us out of the central city traffic before saying. 'Jack, I don't want how we think we feel about each other to change the physical side of things.'

'I don't think I feel this way Lucy, I'm sure - but why should that change the other things?'

'I don't know, I just don't want it to. I love what we do with each other, it's too good to change in any way.'

'What if it gets better?'

She laughed. 'I don't see how it could, but so long as that's the only change, OK.'

I took that opportunity to ask the question that had been in my mind since her cryptic phone call. 'In that case, when you phoned to tell me about your period starting you said you had something in mind for tonight, are you going to tell me what it is, or do I just have to wait until it happens?'

She paused for a moment before answering, then said. 'Do you still have that tube of lubricant, you know, the stuff you used on Fred?'

'Yes of course.'

'Good, we'll need that. Do you like it the other way, I mean, well you know, from behind?'

'I've not done it very often Lucy, but yes, yes I do. How about you though?'

'I've only ever tried it once and that was no good. But.' she added quickly. 'I'm sure it would be different with you, you're so patient, so considerate, I know it will be all right.'

'Only if you're sure about it. I'm not a sex maniac you know.'

'You could have fooled me!' she replied with a deep-throated laugh. 'But even if that's true, have you considered that I might be?'

'If that's true I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up, but as they say, what a way to go!'

We continued the increasingly light-hearted banter during the rest of the trip home and I realised that the sound of feminine laughter was yet another thing that had been missing from my life for a very, very long time.

'Would you like a brandy as a night-cap?' I asked once we were indoors.

'Oh yes, that's a nice idea, but first I have to use the bath-room.' she said, then as she turned to go upstairs she added in a softer tone. 'Why don't you take the drinks upstairs, and then get undressed for me.'

As I realised I also needed a pee I used the other bath-room before pouring the drinks and carrying them, and the rest of the bottle up to the bed-room. Having stripped the cover off the bed I got out the tube of lubricant and got undressed, but for some reason found that sitting there completely naked while I waited for her to return made me feel nervous and even a little foolish.

She wasn't gone for very long but given what she had asked me to do I was surprised when I saw that she was still fully dressed. She stood still for a few moments, her eyes looking down at me and because of the confused and somewhat uncomfortable feelings I'd had I knew my cock was still its normal, totally unaroused size.

'Do you realise it's the first time I've seen you like this? Unexcited I mean.' she said.

'I'm afraid there's not much for you to look at.' I replied, standing up and passing her a glass.

She smiled then said. 'I've been wanting this. I don't mean the brandy, nor just to see how it normally looks, I've wanted an opportunity to watch as it grows. So please don't do anything as I get undressed, just stand still and we'll watch each other.'

She took a sip of brandy then put down the glass and went around switching off the main lights and turning on just the lamps on the bed-side tables. Then re-crossing the room and taking another sip of brandy and then a hair-brush from her overnight bag, she stood in front of the nearby full-length mirror. After a quick look over her shoulder she reached up behind herself, unzipped the dress, slipped its thin straps off and let the material fall to her waist. Then she paused for a moment, as though giving me time to enjoy the anticipation of what was to follow, then removing the comb that had been holding her hair in place, she shook it free and began to slowly brush it.

Because I was standing immediately behind her at first I couldn't see anything but her back, so I moved slightly to one side and found that from there I could not only see the reflection of her but also her partial profile. My change of position not only improved what I could see of her but of course also improved her view of me, and after giving me a brief smile, her eyes dropped to my crotch.

With her arm lifted to brush her hair I had a perfect view of the uptilted curve of her breasts, and as I stood there enjoying the sight of her I wished I knew an artist talented enough to capture her in that pose. The slow, seductive movement of her arm. The prominent curve of her breast. The graceful line of her pale, creamy back, its colour and smoothness accentuated by the lacy black band of her bra. The way the hanging folds of material outlined the sensuously rounded curve of her hips.

But the more I thought about it the more convinced I became that even a modern-day Degas would have difficulty capturing the actual beauty of her. I was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of joy, joy tinged with a measure of disbelief that not only was this stunningly beautiful woman here with me, but that within the last hour she had said she was falling in love with me.

Then the slow, almost hypnotic movement of her arm stopped, and I was brought back to a more earthy reality. She reached up behind herself, unclipped her bra and slipped it off, then bent, took hold of the hem of her dress, and slowly pulled it up over her head.

In the process she couldn't help disturbing her hair a little and so, having dropped the dress on the floor beside her, she resumed the slow brushing. My attention was of course immediately drawn to the sight of her unrestrained breasts, watching as they gently swayed with each move of her arm, my fingers tingling at the thought that it wouldn't be long before I would be fondling them.

But then something else caught my eye and when they drifted lower, down over the curve of her waist, hip and buttocks, I suddenly realised she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. They were grip-tops, doing away with the need for a suspender belt and so leaving an unbroken, smoothly curving length of thigh between their tops and the lacy panties that obviously matched the bra she had just taken off. In spite of the enticing fullness of her breasts and the exciting swell of her bottom I found there was something especially tempting about those sections of creamy flesh.

I wanted to slowly run my hands up and down her legs, feel the difference between the sheer nylon and the warm softness of her skin. And as I imagined myself actually doing that, I felt my heart starting to beat faster and my cock reacting.

I looked down and saw that the shaft had already grown quite long and thick, the head darkly swollen, and realised it must have started to fill from the moment she unzipped her dress. But until then I had been so distracted, by her beauty and the strength of my newly discovered emotions, that I simply hadn't been conscious of what was happening to me physically.

Looking up I saw that although Lucy had finally put the brush down she was still watching my reflection, a tense smile curling the corners of her mouth. She glanced up and caught my eye. 'It's exciting, being able to watch your body's reactions Jack. Tell me what's going through your mind?' She said, dropping her eyes back down to my crotch.

'Lots of things Lucy, lots of things all mixed up together.' I answered hesitantly.

'Tell me Jack.' she insisted.

As I had in the restaurant, I found the jumbled thoughts whirling around inside my head. I suddenly seemed incapable of formulating even the simplest of sentences. There was so much I wanted to say, but they were things I'd never had to say before, and I had no idea of how to put what I'd been thinking into actual words.

But I could se she waiting, so at first in a really stumbling way I began, then once I had, found the words becoming easier.

'A few moments ago I was wishing I knew an artist who could paint you, who could preserve your loveliness forever. When you took off your things I just couldn't keep my eyes off you, off your breasts. They are so beautiful, I know I'll never tire of looking at them, or wanting to kiss and fondle them.

But then when I looked down and saw that you're wearing stockings, I felt an even stronger urge. I want to run my hands up and down your legs, to feel their warm softness, to feel the difference between the nylon and your silky skin.'

'That's nice to hear, it's great knowing that you can get turned-on from just looking at me, and then feeling myself getting excited as I watch it happening to you.' 

'Just looking at me getting an erection excites you?'

'Of course it does Jack. As I watch it getting bigger, harder, I remember what it feels like when I hold it. I remember the feel of its strength, its barely restrained power. I remember the thrills it's already given me, and start anticipating those it's soon going to be.'

The thought of her getting aroused from merely looking at me added to my own and I felt my cock quivering as it rose steadily higher.

'Aah yes, that's even better!' she said huskily. 'Now, is this what you wanted to do?'

As she spoke the started lightly caressing herself, the finger-tips of one hand brushing over and around her breast, the others running slowly up and down her thigh. I watched, imagining I could feel what she could, feel her skin, the firm flesh, feel my fingers tingling as they moved over her body. And as I watched and imagined those sensations I felt an aching pressure inside me, growing stronger the longer she continued to caress herself.

'Yes I can see that it is.' she said in a low, barely audible voice. 'And in a way I wish it was your hands doing it, not mine. But then I wouldn't be able to see what I can, see your gorgeous cock getting bigger, getting stronger, getting ready for me.'

Neither of us said anything for a minute or two, each mesmerised by watching the other. Then she broke the silence. 'Touch it for me Jack, stroke it, and tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling.' she suddenly said in a slightly louder voice.

I immediately recalled the evening just a few days earlier, when we had done it over the phone, and then I remembered that the following night, when we'd been having a late snack in the kitchen, she'd said she liked talking about what we had done. I realised that verbalising what was happening would be another form of stimulation for her, something that would increase her level of excitement.

'Just watching you has already made my cock very sensitive, and my balls are feeling heavy.' I said as I took them in my hands. 'Because as I watch you caressing yourself, I imagine it's me doing it, that I can feel your body beneath my finger-tips. Your skin is so beautiful, the flesh beneath it so smooth and firm.'

Even though I could feel the already straining length of my cock with one hand and the swollen, tightening sac with the other, in my mind I was imagining it was her softer, even more responsive curves that I was actually fondling. 'I'd love to be able to lie beside you for hours, just stroking and caressing you.' I said. 'But doing it always gets me so aroused, makes me want you so much I have to move on. So in one way I'm glad I can't actually touch you, this way gives me more time to enjoy the anticipation of what's yet to come. But even so my cock is starting to want more than I can do for it myself. Even though it's automatically responding to my own touch, it's as though it knows how much better, how much stronger yours would be.

It's just impossible to tell you how wonderful it feels when you touch me, when I feel your fingers curling around it, when your lips slip down over it, when I enter you, feel your pussy welcoming it home. And that's exactly what it is, home. Even when I'm intensely aroused, need to get off so desperately I can't think of anything else, when I slide into you I know that's the place my cock was made to fit, that's it's home.




Lucy Ch. 11-15



So even though what I'm doing to myself feels good, feels exciting, it's a very poor substitute for what you do for me.'

While I was speaking she continued caressing herself, her hands moving slowly, one concentrating on her breast and it's by then spiking nipple, the other running up and down her thigh and every now and then slipping up over the cheek of her arse. 'I love hearing you say those sorts of things Jack, makes me go totally liquid inside.' she said huskily, sliding her lower hand around in front of herself and then up between her thighs. 'And it's the same for me, your hands are so much more exciting than my own, and the way your cock feels inside me is, is, well it's just indescribable.' She paused for a moment and then added. 'The way it fits me is like a key, a key that's been made to fit just one lock!'

As though those words had been some pre-planned cue, she hooked her thumbs into the waist-band of her panties and pushed them down. Down over the cheeks of her bottom, down the long slender length of her thighs, then lifting each foot in turn to slip them off, and finally tossing the scrap of material to one side.

The sight of her naked arse was too much, I suddenly wanted more than the pleasure I'd got from looking. I wanted to feel Lucy responding to my touch rather than her own. I wanted to experience the thrills that caressing her always gave me. I wanted to fondle and squeeze those voluptuous globes, kiss them, bury my face between them. And of course, running around at a much deeper level, was the thought that, hopefully sometime soon, I'd actually be able to thrust my increasingly impatient cock up between them.

She smiled when she saw me moving forward and when I stood behind her, lifting and pressing my cock into the crack between the cheeks of her bottom, she reached around behind me, pulling me closer and turning her head so we could kiss. And as our lips met I pushed one hand down between us to grip her arse, at the same time sliding the other around her and starting to stroke and fondle her breasts.

The kiss seemed to be unending, our lips bruising each other's, our tongues twining and probing, and our hands roaming over each other's bodies. All that time she was squirming herself back against me, pushing my cock deeper into the cleft, then the cheeks of her arse kneading and squeezing it with what felt like a pair of fleshy rollers. And after what we had already done that treatment was so strong that my cock was soon throbbing wildly, so much so that I began to worry that I might actually come before we got any further.

Lucy obviously felt what was happening to me and pushed herself away. 'I've been looking forward to this all day.' she said breathlessly when our mouths finally broke apart. 'But from the feel of the way you're already reacting I think we'd better get that lubricant now.'

When I reluctantly let go of her I saw what she'd meant, as I pulled away and released my cock, it sprang upright, jerking about quite uncontrollably. Lucy turned, looked down at it for a moment, then back up into my eyes. 'It looks even more ferocious than it was starting to feel. I always forget just how big you get, so please don't get too disappointed if we find I can't actually take it all Jack.'

'Of course I won't Lucy, my concern is always for our mutual pleasure, not mine alone, you know that.'

'Yes I do, that's one of the things that makes you such a wonderful lover. Now where are you hiding that tube?'

I glanced down at myself as I went across to the bed-side table where I'd put it, and saw the size my cock had grown to as a result of the treatment she'd given it. Watching it jiggling and bouncing up and down the way it was I had to admit that the idea that she'd actually be able to take it all seemed pretty unlikely, and began mentally preparing myself for a disappointing outcome.

Then when I turned I saw Lucy had followed me across the room and was standing at the foot of the bed. The light from the lamp seemed to be playing with her body, in some places highlighting and accentuating its luscious curves, and in others creating mysterious and extremely tempting shadows. Once again the mere sight of her beauty sent my senses reeling, and I realised that right then I didn't really care whether or not I climaxed that entire night, just having her there was more than enough.

But the sound of her voice instantly brought me back to reality. 'Shall I do that for you?' she asked, reaching for the tube of lubricant.

'Mmm, that would be nice.'

'I've only got two hands so unless you don't mind a fair bit of this ending up on the floor I think you'd better hold it steady for me.' she said with a low giggle when she saw the way my cock continued jerking about as she unscrewed the cap.

'Yes it is a bit unruly isn't it, but then you have to accept the blame for that.' I replied as I did as she'd suggested.

'You're trying to tell me that what's going on in your head has got nothing to do with it?'

'Oh well, maybe that's a bit to blame too.' I answered with a grin, then felt a powerful shudder run right through my body as she took my over-heated cock-head on the palm of one hand.

'Oh it feels so hot!' she exclaimed. 'Maybe this will cool it down a little.' she added, squeezing a liberal amount of lubricant down on to it and smoothing the gel over the head and down the shaft.

In fact the feel of her fingers had exactly the opposite effect, I felt the pressure inside me rising even higher the moment I felt their first feathery touch. But in spite of an incredibly powerful urge to start thrusting, to let her skilful hand give me the relief my body was craving, I somehow managed to hold myself reasonably still until she'd finished.

'From the little I've read about this I understand the trick is for you to try and relax yourself. It'll be no good for either of us if you tense up.' I said, taking the tube of lubricant from her, dropping it on the bed, and then running my hands down over her shoulders and back.

'I'll do my best Jack, I want to try it as much as you do. But don't be disappointed if it doesn't work tonight, we can always try again another time.'

'Of course we can, just don't be in too much of a rush.' I said, turning her around and pressing my lips into the hollow at the base of her neck, then added in a low whisper. 'Now I suggest you get up and kneel on the end of the bed.'

'You really do have the most beautiful bottom I've ever seen, Lucy.' I said, running my hands down her side and over her flanks as she settled herself down on all fours. 'But then each and every part of you literally takes my breath away.' I added as I bent and laid a trail of kisses down her spine.

'I'm glad you like what you see, watching you react, especially seeing your cock getting bigger and harder gets me excited too Jack. I'm picturing it in my mind right now, I just wish I could still actually see it.'

What she said gave me an idea, but I've no idea why I suddenly recalled what I did. When we had the house remodelled the builder had given me quite a spiel about the special feature of the mirrored doors he had installed in the built-in wardrobes. At the time I couldn't imagine why anyone would want doors that could either slide or swing outwards, but right then I wondered if I could use that function to make Lucy's wish come true.

'I might just be able to fix that, it won't take a minute.' I said, hurrying across the room, and although they hadn't been used since the day they'd been installed, when I released the clips on one door it swung out quite smoothly. A quick glance around told me we would need some light from a different angle and having turned on a lamp to provide that, all that was left to do was to move Lucy around a little.

But I didn't have to explain that to her, as I recrossed the room I saw her originally puzzled look change to an understanding grin. 'A girl could easily think you've done this a few times before.' she said as she shifted herself around until she was kneeling across the corner of the bed.

'I assure you the girl would be wrong, I've never opened the doors like that, I don't even know why I remembered they would do it. But anyway, if you really want to, I think from this angle you'll be able see a reflection of what's going on now.' I said, kneeling down behind her and nuzzling my face against her upraised bottom.

Finally being able to satisfy the craving that had been in my mind since that moment out on the balcony was simply wonderful. The skin on that part of her was even softer, even silkier than I had imagined it might be and I took that opportunity to stroke and kiss every square inch of it, over and over again.

At first she made little squeaks and giggles as my fingers and tongue moved around, and after a minute or two, when I began to probe down into the valley between her cheeks, those changed to soft sighs and gentle murmuring of pleasure. But when I spread the cheeks apart and probed deeper, teasing the puckered muscles guarding that darker entrance to her body, the sounds she was making turned to lower, sharper gasps. Then they changed once again when I slid both arms around her, reached up for her breasts, and started fondling and gently squeezing them.

Even though I was concentrating on giving Lucy as much pleasure as I knew how to, at the same time I couldn't completely ignore what was going on inside myself. On top of the physical thrills I was getting from caressing her gorgeous body there were others too, quite different, more sensual, but equally strong. The fact that she loved and trusted me enough to allow me to do what I was, and would probably allow me to do virtually anything I wanted with her body, was exhilarating, both emotionally and physically.

And in response to all that, I felt my excitement level still rising, and fresh blood being pumped down into my cock.

But of course I wasn't alone in how I was feeling, I could tell from her various responses that the combination of what my hands were doing with her always highly sensitive breasts, plus the much more deeply stirring sensations generated by my tongue, were having a powerful effect on Lucy. And so, given what she had said just a few minutes earlier, I wasn't really surprised when sometime later she managed to control her gasping grunts long enough to say. 'I can't see you Jack. What you are doing is sensational, but please get up so I can look at you.'

I reluctantly stopped and pushed myself up to my feet, glancing down at myself as I did so. As I had sort of anticipated, by then my cock was massively engorged, and being covered with a thick glossy coating of lubricant made it look even more so, made it look almost as monstrous as the picture on the box that had held the dildo

'Shit!' Lucy gasped when she saw its reflection.

'Do you want me to stop?' I asked, feeling her shiver as one hand stroked her bottom, and the other ran up and down the backs of her thighs.

'Oh no, though I don't mind admitting that the thought of taking all that up inside me is a bit daunting. Just be careful Jack, and as I said, don't be too disappointed if we find I can't.'

'Of course I'll be careful, perhaps a little more of this will help.' I said as I reached down for the tube of lubricant. Then, having squeezed some down into the cleft between her buttocks I used my thumb, rhythmically pressing against the tightly clenched muscles around her anus until I felt them relax a little before pushing inside.

At first Lucy remained tense, her entire body apparently resisting the pressure, but as my thumb continued sliding in and out, each time carrying a little more lubricant, the muscles in her shoulders and back became more relaxed. Glancing sideways into the mirror, I saw she was staring at my reflection, at my cock, there was an apprehensive look on her face but somehow sensing I was watching her, she looked up.

'Try now Jack.' she said softly, then her eyes dropped back down again.

I moved closer, holding my still violently throbbing cock steady, then pushing firmly forward, and I don't know which of us was the more surprised when the head slid smoothly inside.

Even after that initial success, because the passage was so tight I had to maintain a fair amount of pressure and took things very carefully. But as I slowly thrust back and forth the lubricant on my cock made the channel walls slicker and I was gradually able to work it deeper and deeper. And as I pressed it further inside and Lucy realised she was quite capable of taking it, I could feel her getting more relaxed.

The next few minutes were utter bliss, and from the happy murmuring noises Lucy was making, it was obviously just as good for her as it was for me. My cock slid in and out, the tightness of her arse reminding me of the sensations she was able to give me when I was fucking her pussy and she clamped those special muscles around it. Although watching it was exciting, either by simply looking down, or by turning my head to look at our reflection, much of the time I had my eyes closed, concentrating on the thrills coursing through me. So I didn't fully appreciate just how deep I was working it until I found I had buried it right up to the hilt, felt my belly and thighs pressing hard against her gorgeous buttocks.

'Too deep! Sorry but that's too deep Jack!' she suddenly gasped, prompting me to quickly pull back.

'Did I hurt you?' I asked anxiously, holding myself still.

'Not actually hurt Jack, no. It's more a feeling of pressure, as though there's a balloon being blown up inside me, and it just got too uncomfortable. But don't stop, I like it, it's exciting, just try not to go quite that deep.'

'Is this better?' I asked, leaving my cock-head inside her but just rocking back and forth.

'Yes, that's nice. Really, really nice!' she added breathlessly as I quickened my movement.

'For me too!' I grunted as the friction from the tightly encircling sphincter sent even stronger thrills coursing back up through my cock.

As the thrust that had caused her so much discomfort had been brought about quite unconsciously I didn't let myself drift off into the same blissful state again, keeping my eyes open, enjoying the reality of what was producing the sensations that had caused it. And although there was something incredibly exciting about the sight of my cock sliding in and out of that tightly puckered entrance, I actually found that watching us through the mirror was even more of a turn-on.

The mirror gave me a chance to see her from two angles at once. The reality of her back, the muscles now relaxed, just flexing as she moved in time with my actions, her slender waist and gently flaring hips, and of course the valley between her buttocks. The other giving me a view of most the rest of her, her crouching body, her beautiful face framed by her softly falling hair, her breasts, hanging free and swaying to and fro in time with our movements.

And of course behind her, fucking her, was the torso and lower half of my body.

But as I continued staring into the mirror I suddenly got the impression it wasn't Lucy and me, that I was actually seeing some other couple, watching these nameless strangers doing it, watching some guy's monstrous cock pistoning in and out of his girl's arse.

I had never thought of myself as a voyeur, so I was surprised to find the idea of that almost as exciting as the physical sensations I was already getting. And even in that slightly disembodied state they were intense, each time I pushed forward the tightness of the passage sent amazing thrills flooding back through me.

But although my brain could fool me about the man's identity, there was no way it could disguise Lucy's, and the last thing I wanted to even imagine was somebody else doing it with her. So, after putting the information I had discovered about myself into a mental box, I quickly suppressed the thoughts that had created it.

For a while I was so preoccupied with what I was experiencing myself I failed to notice that Lucy was also starting to respond more powerfully. So, having initially caused her so much discomfort, I was surprised, surprised but delighted when they became so strong that I couldn't help noticing she seemed to be building towards a climax.

I looked back into the mirror and the twisted expression on Lucy's face confirmed my thoughts. It was darkly flushed, tiny beads of perspiration sparkling on her brow and upper lip, her wide-staring eyes seemed glazed, and her mouth was wide open, each breath making a sharp rasping sound somewhere at the back of her throat.

The knowledge that she was close to climaxing somehow seemed to give my body permission to do the same. And at the same moment the thrills I was feeling got even stronger, sending the pressure inside me even higher. I realised that as her body responded, muscles flexing and contracting, her arse was intermittently gripping my cock, sending more powerful jolts surging up through my body.

It suddenly felt as though all the various thrills and pleasures I had been experiencing in scattered parts of my body and brain shifted their focus, all targeting a single area, somewhere deep inside, somewhere immediately behind my cock. And a few moments later I felt the draining surge as my semen came to the boil, then, just as a blinding red haze obscured my vision and darker, more primitive urges took over, I heard her choking cry.

'Yeeesss! Yes, go now Jack! Now!' 

And taking that as my signal I let myself go, gripping her tightly, and thrusting harder and faster.

The climax was unlike any other I'd experienced, it engulfed, and overwhelmed me, its force blotting out everything else.

My next conscious memory is of some time later, finding my still spurting cock buried inside her, every single muscle in my body quivering, feeling my heart trying to pound its way out of my rib cage, and hearing the harsh panting as my lungs fought for air.

She pushed herself forward and off me, and when she turned her head I saw her face was dripping with perspiration. 'That was unbelievable Jack. For you too I think.'

'Yes, for me too Lucy.' I managed to reply before collapsing down on the bed beside her and pulling her close.

'I think we both need a shower first Jack.' she whispered as I nuzzled my face between her sweat-coated breasts.

'Give me a minute or two to get my breath back first.'

'OK. But don't get too comfy.'

We lay there quietly for a few minutes, each re-living parts of the experience we had just shared, each lost in our own thoughts. 'Did you come?' I asked, breaking the silence.

'Of course I did! You mean you didn't notice?'

'I thought you did, but I wasn't sure, right then I was a bit preoccupied with what was happening to me.'

'Yes it seemed a bit stronger than usual. You liked it that way, didn't you.'

'Yes I did, but how about you?'

'I liked it too, at first I was a bit apprehensive but that went once you pulled back a bit, and I don't think that would be such a problem next time. Now I know what it feels like, so long as you used plenty of lubricant I'm sure I'd be able to take you OK'

'So you'd like to try it again some time.'

'Oh yes, and we might get Fred to join in too.' she added in a lower voice, then untangled herself from my arms. 'Now, you stay there for a bit longer, I have to attend to my nether regions. I'll give you a call when I'm done then you can come and join me for a quick shower, then I think we'll both be ready for a good night's sleep.'

I thought about what she'd said, about Fred joining us, and not for the first time thanked my lucky stars that I had finally met someone like her, beautiful, intelligent, and on top of all that, highly sexed and more than ready to experiment. If I had made a wish list of impossible to meet attributes, she would have met all of them. She really was too good to be true, but she was really, truly there, for me!




Lucy Ch. 11-15



Chapter 12

Sunday

As Lucy had suggested, once she had taken care of her more personal toilet needs she called for me to join her in the bath-room. There was a bit of light-hearted groping as we washed ourselves and helped each other with the hard to reach bits, but by then we were both more than ready for bed and it wasn't long before we were snuggled down and sound asleep.

When I woke the following morning the bed beside me was both empty and quite cool, Lucy had obviously woken much earlier. Having relieved myself, splashed some cold water on my face and slipped on my bath-robe I went down to the kitchen, expecting to find her there, but it too was empty. Then I saw the note. 'I'm working. If you are making coffee I'd love some, but remember your promise!'

At the time the promise to leave her to study had been easy, now, with the memory of the events of the previous evening returning, and the knowledge she was so near, it seemed a foolish one to have made. But I had given her my word, so I made coffee, poured two cups and took just one of them down the hall to the study. I even knocked on the door.

'You don't have to knock.' I heard her answer.

She looked up from her books as I went in and although her hair was still a bit tousled, there wasn't a trace of make-up on her face, and she had on just an old, loose fitting sloppy-joe, she still managed to look absolutely gorgeous. I suddenly wished I had waited to make the coffee until after I had shaved and showered. 'You'll have to excuse the appearance, but one coffee, as requested.' I mumbled.

'Thank you darling, where's yours?'

'In the kitchen. How long have you been up?'

'Oh about an hour and a half.' she replied after glancing down at her watch. 'I'm ready for a short break, why not get your coffee and talk to me for a bit.'

'I need a shave.' I replied.

She gave a soft laugh and said. 'I said talk, you don't need to have had a shave just to talk to me. So give me a quick kiss, then go and get your cup.'

I had no answer to that, so did as she suggested. 'Did you find whatever you need?' I asked when I returned and sat down at the coffee table.

'Yes fine, thank you Jack. Your computer set-up is a bit different to what I'm used to but I had no trouble. I have actually got more done than I thought I might, last night must have inspired me.'

'You mean the concert?' I asked with a grin.

'Of course, what else would I mean?' she answered with a chuckle.

'You're not sore, or anything?' I mumbled less confidently, and was relieved to see the soft smile in her eyes as she replied.

'No, nothing like that darling, I'm quite OK. So it will be all right to do that again.'

'I'll leave the timing of that to you Lucy. But now tell me what you are doing.'

We talked about her current project for a while and although it wasn't an area of Art I knew very much about I was able to make a couple of small contributions to the way she was working through it. When we had finished our coffee I asked her if she would like another, or maybe something to eat, hoping for a chance of spending just a little longer with her. But she said she had to get on with the tough stuff, so I reluctantly left her to it.

After cleaning myself up and having some breakfast I went out for the papers, stopping off at a local delicatessen to buy a few things for lunch, then returned and waited impatiently for the sound of her voice over the intercom to let me know she was getting hungry. The next few hours dragged by, each one seemed longer than the last and although I tried to keep myself busy the thought of her being just a short distance away made it very difficult.

What made it even more so was the fact that I kept getting mental flashes from the previous night, pictures so vivid they triggered memories of the actual thrills I'd felt. In some she was brushing her hair, some were of when she was still partially dressed, others when her breasts were free to sway in time with the movements of her arm. But far more disturbing were the others. Looking down at her, the sensuous lines of her back, waist, hips, and especially her gorgeous arse. Then looking across at the reflection of both of us, her kneeling body tense, and my cock gleaming from the thick coating of lubricant.

But apart from having to deal with an almost permanent erection, the time wasn't completely wasted. In between those distracting times I did manage to do a good deal of thinking, and by the time she finally reappeared I knew what I wanted to say to her, I just wasn't sure how best to go about it.

'I'm famished, is there anything to eat Jack?' she asked as she came into the lounge room.

'Yes it's all ready for us, in the kitchen, some cold cuts, a few salad things and fresh rolls, will that be enough?'

'Sounds just right. Thank you for letting me get on with my work Jack. I've really got a lot done, another hour or two this afternoon and I'll have completely caught up. So after we've eaten how about a walk somewhere, it looks such a lovely day outside, it would be a pity to waste it all.'

'Good idea.' I replied. 'We can drive down to the beach, there's a nice walk up and around the headland.'

Deciding that the walk would give me a better opportunity to say what I wanted to I kept the conversation over lunch to the period of Art she was working on, and began to appreciate just how much knowledge she had already acquired on the subject.

But of course having her so close quickly brought back the earlier, vividly carnal pictures and memories. Brought them bubbling up so strongly that they not only triggered the erection I'd had to previously deal with, but also threatened to break through the thin veneer of intellectual conversation.

Especially difficult to deal with were those brought on by watching her hands. At one level I was able to appreciate their soft whiteness and artistic fluidity of movement. But the sight of them also stirred up other thoughts and memories too, and it was those that caused the real problem. Memories of how wonderful they felt whenever she touched me. The tingling delight I got when she ran her fingers up and down the back of my neck, and when she held my face between their palms and kissed me. But far more powerful than those were the other memories. Of just how marvellously exciting it was to feel them moving down over my body, down between my legs, and then feeling my cock and balls stirring in anticipation of their touch.

However, I somehow managed to contain and restrain myself and when we had both had enough to eat and had cleared away the lunch things, she disappeared upstairs to change into something more suitable for walking, and quite soon after that we were on our way down to the beach.

Being such a fine day it wasn't surprising that there were plenty of people out enjoying it, but the numbers thinned out when we left the beach area, and then virtually disappeared when we started up the cliff path. We were walking at a fairly brisk pace so said little during the climb but when we rounded a rocky outcrop about half way to the top she pulled us to a stop. 'What a marvellous view Jack!' She said somewhat breathlessly, looking back down over where we had come from.

'Haven't you been up here before?'

'No, well at least not from this direction. Does it make you feel odd, give you a funny, sort of disembodied feeling, when you look down at the people down there?' She asked after a bit of a pause.

'I think I know what you mean, as though you, or perhaps the people you are looking down at, are on or from a different planet. That sort of thing?'

'Yes that, and something else.'

'Being able to watch them while they don't know they are being watched?'

'Exactly!' she said, giving my hand a firm squeeze. 'We do think and get the same sort of feelings about things don't we.'

'Yes we do, and about each other too.' I said, bending to kiss her forehead.

'Does that mean what I think it does?' she whispered before pulling my head down, and then slipping her tongue deep inside as she kissed me on the mouth.

During the uphill climb I had again been thinking through the things I had been considering that morning, trying to think of some way of bringing up the subject I wanted to talk about. But even those complex issues couldn't completely block out the feelings I was continuing to get from having her so near, from the feel of her hand in mine, and from the vivid pictures, memories and thoughts that returned when I took surreptitious sideways glances at her.

Of course after the physical frustration I'd been feeling during the morning those had been more than enough to start stirring me up again, and so when Lucy slid one hand down between us she found my cock was already partially erect. I felt my heart quickening and my cock responding strongly as her kiss grew more passionate and her fingers stroked and squeezed.

'I shouldn't have left you on your own for so long this morning. I suppose you've been thinking about last night?' she whispered when we broke for air.

'That's true.' I agreed, giving a sudden gasp when what her busy fingers were doing sent a much stronger jolt of pleasure through me.

'It's natural that you would, I have been too, but I had so much work to do I was able to push it to the back of my mind for most of the time. But you had nothing like that to distract your thoughts, so it's not surprising you're so wound up.' She paused briefly then added. 'You were getting stirred up during lunch too, weren't you?'

'Yes I was, how did you know?'

'From the look in your eyes. You seemed to be staring at my hands a lot, and that reminded me of something you said the second evening, when we got together over the telephone. You told me you thought my hands were sexy, that you couldn't help thinking about how they felt when I touched you, stroked your cock. Do you remember?'

'Of course I do.'

'And were you having those sort of thoughts during lunch?' she asked as she gave my quickly rising cock an even firmer squeeze.

'Ugh! Yes, yes I was.' I grunted.

'So, would you like me to do something about it for you?'

'Here?'

'Why not? We haven't seen anyone so far.' she replied, then pointing to a much narrower side track that wound round the base of the rocky outcrop and went right up to the edge of the cliff, she said. 'We can go over there. Come on!' 

And with that she took my hand and tugged me towards it, so I really had no choice but to go with her. But even if I had I doubt I would have resisted too much, quite apart from the way I had already been feeling, I found the mere thought of what she intended to do for me, and her doing it out there, virtually in view of anyone that happened to be using the path, was in itself incredibly exciting. 

Having got me moving she let go my hand. 'You go first, I'll stay behind you, shield you from any prying eyes.' she said with a low giggle.

There was no safety rail at the end of the track, just a few low and very scrubby bushes separating it from a sheer drop to the ocean below. When I stopped and looked down Lucy pressed herself close against my back, her arms snaking around me, her fingers quickly loosening my belt, unzipping my fly, and then slipping inside.

'When people have urgent sex in books and movies they never seem to have to worry about the practicalities, do they?' she said, her hand groping around, trying to get her fingers into the waistband of my briefs. 'But I think you'll have to help with this bit.'

By then my cock was virtually fully erect and so even I had trouble extricating it, and in the end I had to fully unfasten my trousers. Then, even as I was pushing the front of my briefs down to get it right out, I felt one of Lucy's hands closing around the shaft and the fingers of the other slipping down under my balls.

'Ah that's better.' she said. 'I think he likes the fresh air and sunshine.' she added as she felt the strength of my responses when she pressed herself tight up against my back and her hands began to stroke and fondle me

In spite of the risk of somebody coming by and seeing us, she was clearly in no rush, and as the tension inside me steadily increased I reached both arms back around behind us, managing to get a grip of her arse so I could pull her even tighter against myself.

'I like that, feeling you pushing back against me.' she said. 'I just wish we didn't have any clothes on, so I could feel you properly, feel your muscles flexing.'

Neither of us spoke for the next few minutes, then she asked. 'Are you thinking about what we did last night?'

'I wasn't really thinking about anything, just concentrating on the thrills you are giving me now.' I replied gruffly as her hands continued stroking and fondling.

'Well I am. I'm remembering how considerate you were with me, being careful not to hurt me, but at the same time still being incredibly strong and powerful. I'm remembering what you looked like, in the mirror, your gorgeous cock, all shiny, looking huge, but feeling even bigger when you pushed it into me. And then I could feel just how excited you'd got, feel your body shuddering, feel your cock throbbing inside me even more strongly than usual. I suppose that must have been because we were doing it that way, because it was so tight for you.'

She paused for a few moments, then I felt her altering her grip, one hand closing tightly around the base, the other starting to firmly pump. 'Does this remind you of how it felt?' she asked.

Coupled with the word picture she had painted for me, the change of grip and pace certainly brought back some of the incredible sensations I'd got from fucking her arse. 'Urgh! Yes, yes it does!' I grunted, as powerful tremors coursed up through my body.

'Yes I can feel it does. And doing it this way means I can see it, and you know how much I love that.' she said, leaning to one side so she could look round in front of me as she strengthened the rhythmic pumping. 'It looks almost as big as it felt it was last night. You are incredibly responsive aren't you?' she added excitedly.

'I am to what you do to me Lucy.' I answered as I looked down to see what she was getting worked up about.

In spite of the strength of the feelings I had been getting I was still a bit surprised to see just how massively engorged it had got in such a relatively short time. The shaft was rock-hard, the skin stretched so tightly the blue-black veins stood out like knotted whip-cords. And no doubt partly because of the tightness of her grip, the head looked even more bloated than it usually did, its colour a much darker plum-red.

But in spite of its dramatic appearance it was her hands that really held my attention. Such beautiful hands, long tapering fingers and soft, very white skin. 'Truly artist's hands'. I thought yet again. But although great works of Art always stirred me profoundly, even the greatest of them could never produce effects as powerful as those her hands were giving me right then.

And as though to confirm that thought, right then I felt a sudden rush flood through my body. 'Oh shit! It feels as though it's ready to burst!' I heard Lucy gasp as my body jerked upright. 'Now! Come now Jack!' she cried, her hand pumping my straining cock even harder.

The power behind the rush suddenly built even higher, the pressure became almost unbearable, and then every muscle locked tight, arching me back against her as the force of the rising torrent grew stronger and stronger. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' Lucy cried even louder as her hand flashed back and forth. Then the moment of criticality hit me and as my entire body was wracked by orgasmic convulsions Lucy pumped my cock even harder, sending great gobbets of erupting semen flying in all directions.

'That's better, isn't it.' she said softly when she could tell I had finished. 'Give me your handkerchief and I'll clean you up.'

'You really are an angel.' I managed to gasp, struggling to regain both a bit of control of myself, and to get the handkerchief out of my pocket. 'That was totally unexpected.'

'But from the feel of things, not totally unnecessary.' she replied with a grin as she started wiping the remaining traces from my cock and balls. 'And I didn't want my period to mean you ended up feeling deprived.'

'I feel depraved, not deprived.' I quipped.

'A little depravity is no bad thing, in the right company.' she said with a laugh.

'Speaking of company, there's a seat up at the top of the path, let's go and sit down for a bit, apart from needing to get my breath back, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about.' I said, tucking my wilted cock and balls back inside and refastening my trousers.

'That sounds a bit ominous.' she answered in a more serious voice, taking my hand and then turning to start back along the rocky path.

'Nothing ominous about it Lucy, just some things I was thinking about this morning. But let's wait until we get up to the top, after what you've just done for me I think I'll need all that's left of my energy to climb the rest of the hill.'

We walked in silence for a short while, but my brain was whirling, not only recovering from the totally unexpected thrills she'd just given me, but also wondering what her reaction would be to what I wanted to say. Hoping, praying that the suggestion wouldn't be taken as me moving too quickly for her.

There was still some little way to go before we reached the top of the hill when Lucy broke the silence.

'What we were saying back there, when we looked down at the people on the beach, do you also sometimes think about them doing it?'

'You mean having sex?'

'Mmm.'

'Sometimes, though I more often find it difficult to see what most couples I know see in each other, so find it hard to imagine them actually in action.'

She laughed and squeezed my hand tighter. 'I think that's a hang-over from childhood, from when we first learn about what's involved and find it too ridiculous, or dirty, so can't imagine anyone actually wanting to do it. I still find it hard to believe my parents ever get it on together. But apart from people you know, do you ever think about how many people are doing it at any one time. Like now.' she said, stopping and looking back down over the sprawling mass of buildings that stretched to the horizon.

'I mean, heaven knows how many houses and apartments there are down there, but there must be thousands and thousands. So how many people are doing it in some of those right this minute, hundreds, well dozens anyway. Husbands and wives, lovers, couples cheating on their partners, and somewhere there's a boy or a girl doing it for the very first time. Don't you ever think like that?'

'Not quite like that, though sometimes late at night, when I'm driving home after some function or other I catch myself thinking that sort of thought when I drive through the suburban streets. Wondering what's going on behind all those darkened windows, wondering what weird positions people are using to do it.'

'Well that's almost the same thing, our minds do work along the same lines. Good isn't it.' she added, pressing herself closer.

'A far as I'm concerned it's bloody marvellous!' I replied, squeezing her hard.

We both concentrated on climbing the final, much steeper part of the path to the top and then headed for the seat that the local council had thoughtfully provided.

'What we said to each other last night, I mean about us both finding out that we were in love with each other.' I said haltingly when we were seated. 'Have you thought any more about that since then?'

'Of course I have Jack. I've hardly stopped thinking about it, especially about you saying it to me. Have you had second thoughts about that?' she asked anxiously.

'Of course not darling!'




Lucy Ch. 11-15



'Thank heavens for that, you had me really worried for a minute.'

I put one arm around her and pulled her close, then turned her face with my other hand so I could look her straight in the eyes. 'Darling, darling Lucy. Don't ever be worried about my love for you, it will last far, far longer than this ageing body will.' I will softly and totally sincerely.

'Stop referring to yourself in that way Jack. But apart from that bit, you might have to say the rest really, really often.' she replied, then leaned forward and kissed me.

'I'll be happy to say it as often as you like my love, but for now, can I make a suggestion. But remember it is only a suggestion.' I added apprehensively.

'I'm listening.'

'Well, there are a lot of things really. Your job, your studies, the time involved in travelling backwards and forwards, all that, but. Damn, I don't know how to put this!' I exclaimed, frustrated by my unfamiliar inability to sound coherent. 'Oh well, here goes. Why not move some of your things to my place? See how it works for you?'

'Are you asking me to move in with you Jack?'

'Not all at once, though I'd love it if you did!' I added emphatically. 'But I understand you might not want to commit too quickly. That's why I thought of suggesting you just bring some things you need, clothes and stuff. Just to see how you actually get along with me, on a day to day basis.'

'Sort of on a trial basis you mean?'

'Yes, that's it! What do you think?'

She took my hand and looked directly into my eyes. 'Jack, if you're sure you want me to come and live with you, I will. But if you think it better for us to give it a trial first, that's OK too. You have to remember that unlike you, I've known I was falling in love with you since that very first evening, so perhaps I'm more sure of my feelings than you are. So I quite understand if you would rather take things in a series of small steps.'

'Oh no, that's not what I want at all, it's what I thought you might!' I exclaimed, literally grabbing her and hugging her as hard as I could. 'Lucy, my darling Lucy.' I murmured in her ear, still not really able to believe what she had said.

'It's not just the sex, is it?' she asked with a impudent grin when I finally relaxed my hold a little.

'No of course not! Well at least not entirely. I think we'll always find something to talk about with each other.' I added.

'You mean before and after.' she said cheekily.

'No, I mean between!' I answered in the same tone of voice, then added more seriously. 'There was something else I also wanted to ask you, I may as well do it all at the one time. Would you also think about giving up your job?'

'Give it up?'

'Apart from anything else it will give you more time to study. And you won't have the cost of running the flat to worry about.'

'I'll still need some money Jack.'

'Lucy darling I've got more than enough for whatever we need. I know what your initial reaction is, losing your independence, that sort of thing, but we can work round that. Maybe in time we can find you something better, perhaps in one of the galleries, something to do with what you love, not just standing behind a counter.'

'It's funny isn't it.' she said thoughtfully.

'What is darling?'

'The way we think about things, the way we initially react. I mean I'm quite happy, actually I'm thrilled.' she said with a happy smile as she squeezed my hand. 'Absolutely stoked, to have you ask me to come and live with you. I can answer that question in an instant. But when you ask me to give up my job, a job I hate actually, that's much more difficult to say yes to. Silly, isn't it.'

'Not really, as I said, it's to do with our thoughts about independence, that and the place money has in our lives. Anyway, don't answer now, but at least think about it. But for now, how about the rest of the walk?'

'That's a good idea, so long as you have recovered your energy.' she added with a knowing grin.

'I think the batteries have recharged, well at least enough for walking.' I replied, getting up and then pulling her to her feet.

'I wonder what the insects will make of it.' she said after we had been walking for a couple of minutes.

'Make of what?'

'What we, I mean what you left them back there.'

It took me a moment or two to realise she was talking about my ejaculate, the gobbets of semen my cock had spattered over the bushes.

'It's just a water and protein mix, so they'll probably lap it up.'

'Let's just hope that some part of your genes don't break through the species barrier and spark a monster.' she said with a ringing laugh, then fell into a thoughtful silence before continuing in a completely different vein. 'But more seriously Jack, let's talk a bit about me moving, I don't have that much furniture but there are a few thing I'd really like to bring with me.'

And that's how we spent the rest of the walk, dealing with the practicalities of her move, and as we talked them through, what had originally seemed no more than a wildly wishful dream gradually turned in to the most truly wonderful reality.

When we got back home Lucy reminded me she still had some work to finish off, surprising me when she also said she needed a quick shower first. But then I realised it was some years since I'd been used to having a woman in the middle of a heavy period around the house. Then it struck me that having her there, living with me, would mean there would be quite a number of changes I would need to make to my usual routines.

But even as I thought about some of those changes I found myself saying over and over again, 'Lucy loves me, and is going to be living with me!', and just couldn't wait to start making whatever adjustments to my life that required.

While she was gone I made us some tea and then when she had left to get on with her studies, I sat down with pen and paper. I worked through the various things involved in her move, and then some other things I thought needed to be done to start off our new life together.

Later, when I had developed a list of things to get done over the next few days, and Lucy had packed up her study books, we prepared a meal then sat down to eat.. I talked through some of the things on my list, we agreed a date for the actual move, and then sorted out which of us would take care of each of the various tasks.

Then a totally unexpected thought occurred to me. 'What about your family? Is all this going to cause any problems darling?'

'What made you think about them?'

'I don't really know, it just popped into my head. How do you think they will react to all this?'

'Oh as always I expect, half this way, the other half that.' she answered cryptically. 'Don't worry though, I'll break it to them bit by bit, so they get used to the idea before we actually meet them, which we will have to do sometime Jack.'

'Of course, I want to meet them.'

She gave a short laugh. 'Let me fill you in on some of the back-ground before you get too enthusiastic. But not right now.' she added quickly. 'For now, we'll just forget them, it's just you and I my darling.' she said, reaching across the table and squeezing my hand.

'Oh by the way, there's a documentary about Caravaggio on TV in a little while, I'd really like to see that. OK Jack?' she said when we had finished eating and were clearing things away.

'Of course, I'd like to see it too. How about a night-cap, while we're watching it?'

'Not for me thanks, I'll make some coffee, but you have one.'

So as we sat watching what turned out to be a rather good production, we sipped our drinks, Lucy her coffee, and I had a small brandy. From time to time we turned and smiled at each other, sometimes exchanging a fleeting kiss, and the programme had been running for nearly half an hour before I realised that it was the first time we had sat together on the sofa, the famous leather sofa.

Of course having registered that fact, in spite of the excellence of the show I found my thoughts drifting, to that evening, and the strange, almost mystical connection we had made over the phone. I remembered how it had seemed that the line had transmitted the scent of her sexual arousal to me, remembered how powerfully I had come immediately after that, remembered the wet splodges of semen I had shot across the carpet. And that naturally brought back to mind the even stronger climax she had given me just a few hours earlier. How it had felt when her hands gripped my cock tightly, felt the rising pressure as they pumped faster and faster, and then in my mind's eye, vividly recalled the sight of the flying gobbets of semen.

So although I tried to concentrate on what we were watching, the intruding thoughts had a totally predictable effect, the ache in my groin sharpening as my cock reacted strongly.

'That was excellent wasn't it, I'm so glad I didn't miss it.' she said when the programme came to a close.

'Yes it was.' I agreed. 'But now, if you are determined to both work and study, I think it's time to get some beauty sleep, don't you?'

'Well I'll agree it's time for bed, but I'm not quite ready for sleep yet, are you?' she asked invitingly as she turned and twined her arms around my neck.

It was understandable that the first, almost cheeky kiss would lead to a more lingering one, and that in turn to others that gradually became more passionate. That entwining arms would move, enabling hands to search for other parts of each other's body. That temperatures would rise until we both started to become feverish.

And as though she recognised it was her action that had been responsible for the situation it was Lucy who finally broke the otherwise inevitable sequence. 'Not here, well at least not this evening not while I'm still having my period Jack. Just give me five minutes in the bath-room.' she suddenly said breathlessly as she pushed herself free.

I used the second toilet to clean my teeth, but in spite of waiting and then willing it to go down, the erection I'd got made it impossible to piss so, having turned out all the lights, I followed her upstairs.

Knowing that when the time came we could do it without me hurting her made us both less nervously hesitant, and gave us the confidence to enjoy everything we did to each other before that even more. We kissed and caressed as we slowly undressed each other, taking it in turns to remove each item of clothing and Lucy was down to just her panties when it came time to get my trousers off.

She knelt at my feet, grinning up at me as she pushed both them and my under-pants down, freeing my erection. 'He's been trying to get out for quite some time now hasn't he. I don't think the programme had your full attention.' she said,

'I found myself thinking about this afternoon.' I admitted, holding on to her shoulder as I stepped out of them.

'I suppose that's not surprising. I could tell you really enjoyed me doing it out there. I enjoyed it too you know, doing it like that, I mean somewhere public. It increases the sense of excitement doesn't it.' she added, not taking her eyes off my cock as she ran her hands up and down the insides of my legs.

'Yes it does. But it's been a very long time since I've done it.'

'What about after lunch at 'The River Gardens'?'

'I meant, since before I met you.'

'Aha, not since your sinful youth, you mean. You still have all that to tell me about some time.' she added, glancing up at me as she leaned forward and slid her lips down over the tip of my cock.

Looking down I saw how stiffly swollen her nipples had become from our activity and knowing just how sensitive her breasts could get, I reached down for them. Then, spreading my feet a little further apart to improve my balance, I bent my knees and went down into a squatting position.

In spite of the strain on my legs I managed to stay in that unusual position as we continued pleasuring each other. My hands reaching under her, supporting the weight of her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, my fingers gently tweaking their rapidly stiffening nipples. Lucy bent almost double, her hair brushing against my torso as her mouth slid up and down my cock.

I don't know whether it was because of the particularly restricting position I was in, or the fact that I still had an over-full bladder. Perhaps it was a combination of both. But although the sensations from Lucy's bobbing, sucking mouth were intense, I realised I wasn't getting the feelings I usually did when my body was moving steadily towards a climax.

But although I seemed to be stuck at a certain plateau of pleasure I certainly wasn't complaining about it. As well as giving me that much more time to enjoy the sensations I was getting, the lack of urgency meant I had an equal amount of time to take care of Lucy. And having got her there before by merely stimulating her breasts, although I could tell it wasn't something she had expected, it came as no real surprise to me when I felt the unmistakable signs of her working up to an orgasm.

As she got closer to it she redoubled her efforts to get me to come with her, but that tine she was unsuccessful, and it was some while later, after she had wound down from her climax, then slipped out of her panties and spun herself around so I could bury my cock in her arse, that I finally did.

'That was even better than last night.' she said later, after we had freshened up and snuggled down in bed. 'I nearly had a second climax, feeling you come is incredibly exciting. In a funny sort of way I was glad I couldn't get you off when I tried to, were you holding yourself back?'

'Not really, I think I was just a bit too cramped.'

'Yes at first I was a bit worried about you, but then other things sort of took over. I'm obviously not the only one with thighs of tempered steel!' she added with a low giggle before giving me a good-night kiss and we settled down to sleep.




Chapter 13

An Active Week

The next few days passed in a flurry of activity for us both, Lucy packing her clothes and sorting out the things she wanted to bring with her, while I cleared space in the dressing room and rearranged some of my furniture. Then there were the various phone calls necessary to finalise not only her tenancy, the services to the flat and to arrange for her stuff to be moved, but also to notify her change of address to a seemingly endless number of companies and people. And all that having to fit in between her job and study commitments.

So she could get most of packing done straight away Lucy spent the next couple of nights at the flat, then brought one large suitcase over and lived out of that for the next few days. And in spite of all that other activity we still somehow managed to find plenty of time for each other too, including time for both some lovingly intense, and quicker, far more spontaneous bouts of sex.

My original idea for our first proper night together had been for us to go out for a celebratory dinner, but Lucy was a bit more practical. 'For one thing I have to go to work tomorrow, for another I still have most of my better things back at the flat. But if you have got another bottle of that delicious champagne hidden away way, why don't we just celebrate by opening that?'

And that's exactly what we did, actually drinking most of the bottle as we prepared and cooked our evening meal, then finishing it, and then the best part of another as we ate. So it wasn't surprising that by the time we had finished we were both just a bit squiffy.

'Now for the proper celebration!' she said with a meaningful look as she pushed herself away from the table. 'Come on, we're going to leave the clearing up until later, my period's over, and it's time you introduced me to that leather sofa.' she said as she came round and pulled me to my feet.

She may have been just a trifle unsteady on her feet, but her fingers were sufficiently dextrous to quickly cope with buttons and fasteners when we stood beside the sofa, and had already totally stripped when I was still trying to get my shoes and socks off.

'Ah, yes!' she said, throwing herself down and stretching full length on the oversized four seater. 'This is really sensual, I told you how much I love the feel of leather against my skin.'

'And let me tell you, this piece of furniture has never looked so good!' I replied, hurriedly getting out of the rest of my things as I stared down at her.

My eyes roamed freely over her, and just as it had the first time I saw her, her stunning beauty left me breathless. The dark coffee coloured leather was a perfect contrast for her colouring, bringing out the honey highlights in her hair, making her creamy-white skin look even creamier, and her entire body looked as though it was giving off a suffused glow. The cushions gave a little beneath her weight, moulding around her curves even as they supported her, and right then I wanted to be like those cushions, moulded so close I was virtually a part of her.

And, as though she had read my mind, she gave me my wish. 'Come down here, there's more than enough room for the two of us.' she said, rolling on to her side as she pulled me down to join her.

We lay kissing, cuddling, caressing each other for a long, long time, both of us more than satisfied by the feeling of oneness we were sharing, neither in any real hurry to bring things to the inevitable finale. And even when what we were doing with each other drove us on, and she guided my straining cock into her welcoming pussy, we took our time. Sometimes she held herself quite still, just sighing softly as my cock slid in and out. Sometimes she made it clear she wanted me to remain passive, allow her to direct the position and pace. We simply gave ourselves up to the perfect harmony that existed between us, turning and moving this way and that, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, interspersing our various activities with kisses, expressions of happiness and words of loving endearment.

Lucy reached her first climax while she was riding me, so I was able to both help her and watch the effect it had on her.

I had been running one hand up and down her back and squeezing her buttocks with the other as she rose and fell. Lucy was smiling down at me, her eyes sparkling with happy pleasure as she stroked my face, whispering how much she loved me, and how incredible it felt to have me inside her.

Her nipples had been fully erect from the start so that time it was the slowly spreading flush on her face gave me the first hint of her approaching orgasm. When I saw it creeping down her neck and knew she was getting very close, I slid one hand upwards, closing gently over her breast, and the other up between her thighs. Then, as I began to firmly squeeze her breast I pushed the other hand forward, palm down, so the knuckles were pressing up against her.

And it seemed that was enough to finally escalate what had until then been a slowly building response. 'Oh, yes!' she gasped, holding herself still for a moment. 'You always seem to know exactly what I need, even when I don't!'

'Just a lucky guess.' I replied, grinning up at her. 'Now, for now don't worry about me darling, just take care of yourself.' I added, holding myself quite still as I felt her pressing herself more firmly down against my hand.

'Ah yes, that's nice. Very, very nice!' she sighed, smiling down at me as she started to slowly move her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit against the protruding knuckles.

Although I wasn't actively contributing anything, having my cock trapped deep inside her meant that each move she made brushed the head against the lining of her cunt. 'For me too.' I assured her as the resulting waves of pleasure rippled up through my body.

At first she continued to take things quite slowly, watching me, but every now and then closing her eyes and giving a small gasp when my cock-head rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot. But the shivering tremors I could feel running through her gradually increased in intensity and a some time later, without any warning, she suddenly gave a much sharper gasp as her body jerked upright. 'Oh Jack! I can't stop myself!' she cried as she ground herself down on to me.




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I let her work herself through to the end of the climax before moving, then pulled out and rolled her over on to her stomach. 'You don't mind that I did that, just went solo like that, do you?' she asked as I pressed her down against the cushions.

'Of course not, that's what I told you to do. It's my turn now.' I replied, getting up on to my knees and then slipping one hand under her stomach and lifting her a little.

Her pussy was so wet that I had no trouble getting my cock back into her, and although it meant I wouldn't be able to get as deep as usual, once embedded I pushed her bottom down again, sharpening the angle and tightening the fit.

She said something, but with her face pressed down against the cushion it was so muffled I had to ask her to repeat it. 'I said the leather is so gorgeously supple it feels as though I'm being sandwiched between two lovers.'

She had a fit of the giggles when I replied. 'It seems to me that you have quite a thing about two at once. Now I not only have to keep an eye on Fred, but I'll have to watch out for the sofa too!'

'There's nothing wrong with a bit of competition, it'll keep you on your toes.'

'And you stretched out flat on your back, or front.' I added as I began to thrust in and out.

Not being able to get much more than the head and a bit of the shaft inside her localised and concentrated the sensations I was getting, and as I had previously been suppressing my reactions so Lucy could take her time reaching her climax, it wasn't long before mine hit me. 'Oh yes Jack! Come darling, come!' she cried, shoving her arse up to meet the quickening downthrusts, then her sobbing gasps merging with my louder, more guttural grunts as my cock squirted semen deep into her already sopping pussy.

Although it would have been nice to just stay locked inside her for a while longer, knowing how uncomfortable wet leather could feel, I slid off her when she said. 'I hope what you told me about the sofa being easy to clean was true Jack, there's a very large wet spot developing underneath me.'

Having put some clothes back on I sponged the caking mix of semen and pussy juice off the cushions then helped her finish the clearing-up in the kitchen. Then we sat and talked as we finished the last of the wine before I took her up to, and then thoroughly christened what was to be from then on, our bed.

The following morning, after dropping Lucy off at the store, I spent a busy day at my office, I had to make several calls to arrange a few things for her move, but mainly I got on with the business of running my business.

She seemed strangely quiet when I picked her up that afternoon and it wasn't until after we had got home that she spoke about what had obviously been on her mind. 'Were you serious about what you said, I mean about helping me financially until I've finished at university?'

'Of course I was, I think it would be so much better for us both if you only had your studies taking up your time. In fact one of the things I did today, just in case you did decide to give up your job, was to apply for a credit card for you, off my account.'

'Well I did it, I gave in my notice.'

As far as I was concerned the news was reason enough for another celebration, and although she still had to work through to the end of the week I insisted that we go out to eat that evening. 'No cooking or washing-up for us tonight darling. While you freshen-up and change, just think about what sort of food you fancy.'

She chose the little Thai restaurant we had been to before and we had an equally good, but much less hurriedly finished meal than that had been. We also took that opportunity to talk through a number of aspects of our separate lives that would be changed by being together, but still found we were both spending even more time just staring dreamily into each other's eyes.

When we came out of the restaurant we saw that the moon had risen, and as it was only as few days past being full and there were just a few scattered clouds around, it looked quite spectacular. 'Let's go for a walk Jack, down on the beach. It'll be lovely under such a moon.'

Having driven down to the beach, parked, and left our shoes and socks in the car, we walked hand in hand along the edge of the gently breaking surf. The moon was still low enough to create a brilliantly glittering pathway over the ocean, its light finally breaking into a million sparkling points as it reflected of the phosphorescence at the edge of the water. 'It's magical, isn't it darling.' she said in a low voice, as though even speaking louder might be enough to break the spell.

'It certainly is, especially with you here to share it.' I replied, pulling my hand free of hers and slipping it around her waist.

'That's true isn't it. Sharing something does make it even better than just experiencing it on your own.'

'Like making love, rather than just masturbating.'

'That's a very good example.' she agreed with a low giggle. 'Is that what you were thinking about in your quiet moments during dinner?'

'I've told you before, whenever you're around I find it very hard not to.' I replied, pulling her closer.

'Like now?' she whispered, reaching across and sliding her hand up and down the front of my trousers.

Although I hadn't been really conscious of it my body must have been responding to her presence, and then to the setting we had been walking in, for some time. I had no idea that my cock was already partially aroused, but I couldn't miss its immediate response to the gentle pressure of her hand. 'Especially like now.' I replied as I felt it quickly stiffening.

'That's good, I've been feeling horny for quite a while too. But I think we'd be a bit too exposed if we did it right here.'

When I glanced around I saw what she meant. Although there was nobody near us there were quite a few other people dotted along the beach, like ourselves, strolling hand in hand, enjoying the beauty of the night. 'Let's go up there.' I suggested, pointing to a low headland that jutted down towards the sea not far from us.

'I just wish we'd brought a towel with us.' she said as we plodded up the drier, much more loosely packed sand.

'I have a jacket, and if my memory's correct the other side is less steep, less rocky, there's more of a grassy slope.'

'Aha, you've done this before.'

'No darling, never. But I have walked the beach quite a few times in daytime, on my own.'

'Perving on the girls?'

'Just appreciating the natural beauty of the surroundings.' I answered with a chuckle.

There was a grassy slope, and as the headland rose higher as it curled around it blotted out the moon, putting the area in deep shadow, giving us more privacy. 'I love you so much Lucy.' I whispered as I turned and took her in my arms.

'And I love you too Jack.' she replied, lifting her face so we could kiss.

Although we were both sexually aroused, the sheer romance of the time, place, and especially the moonlight, had affected both of us deeply. It was as though its cool light had permeated both our bodies, at least temporarily reducing the heat of our mutual passion, and so at first we just stood there, exchanging tender kisses, content to let our hands drift slowly up and down over each other.

But eventually the fires inside us rekindled, and we needed more, so I spread my jacket on the grass then gently pushed her down and reached up under her skirt for her panties. She lay quite still, smiling up at me as I took them off, shifted her skirt up to her waist and then spread her legs so I could kneel between them.

Even in the relative darkness of the shadows, her skin was so pale that the suffused moonlight was enough to make its creamy whiteness glisten, almost as brightly as the phosphorescence at the edge of the water. 'So beautiful.' I whispered. 'I can never find the words to tell you just how beautiful you are Lucy.' I added, lightly running my hands up and down her legs.

'Just for you Jack. It's all just for you. But now please make love to me, and do it quickly this time.'

Quick was the last thing I wanted it to be, I wanted the way I felt at that moment to last for the rest of time. But I thought I understood what she meant. Although hidden in the shadows of the rocky headland we were still relatively exposed, and there was every chance that another strolling couple might well have the same idea as ourselves. Even so I had no intention of simply fucking her like some mindless brute, so, taking only a few seconds to unfasten my trousers, I bent low.

As I did that I felt my nose prickling at the familiar, pungent odour of her arousal. She had said she had been feeling horny for some time, but as the smell seemed even stronger than it usually did I wondered if that was why she had asked me to be quick. Even so I stuck to my original intention, but having been alerted, when I slid my head up between her thighs I wasn't too surprised to find her pussy already sopping wet.

Understanding and appreciating how she might be feeling I cut out much of the prolonged stimulation I normally indulged in and immediately set to work with my tongue. As it licked and probed it set her juices flowing even more freely, and as I breathed in more of those heady, aphrodisiacal odours I felt my cock responding just as strongly.

I took her through to her orgasm and then while I was still sucking her pussy she pushed herself up. 'Let's change places now.' she said breathlessly.

As having her on top of me meant I'd be able to see and touch her too I quickly agreed and managed to push down my trousers as I rolled over on to my back. Then she lifted herself to straddle me, and I felt one hand reaching down to guide my cock while the other deftly undid the buttons down the front of her blouse then reached up behind herself to unclip her bra. So as I felt the clinging folds of her pussy pushing firmly down, forcing a long, low gasp of pleasure from me, I was able to augment those thrills by reaching up to fondle her breasts.

Once she had taken the full length of me deep inside herself she paused. 'I wish I had the words to describe just how marvellous this always feels Jack.'

'For me too.' I replied, feeling my fingers tingling as I stroked the firm, silky curves, and my cock starting to throb as she squirmed herself down against me.

Then she took me through to my own climax, all her concentration focused on me, and although I could tell she was getting a lot of pleasure too, that time she didn't actually reach a second one herself.

When we had tidied ourselves up we continued our walk, holding each other even closer than we had before, the shared happy contentment binding us together. 'We had a bit of an audience back there.' She said when we had been walking for a while.

'An audience?'

'Yes, well another couple, up on top of the slope.'

'And they were watching us?'

'For a few minutes. They were behind you so you couldn't have seen them. They wouldn't have been able to see much, but it would have been pretty obvious what we were up to.'

'Maybe we gave them a few ideas.'

'It would be nice to think so.'

'Was it off-putting for you, knowing you were being watched?'

'Not really, I knew they couldn't actually see much, just the general shape of us, and my movement, so it didn't really worry me.'

'It's just that you usually climax, and you didn't.'

'I didn't really need to have another, and I was too busy enjoying what we were doing. Having you inside me, feeling you getting closer, then feeling your cock tensing, getting ready to explode. Right then that was more than enough.'

'So long as you weren't left hanging, unsatisfied I mean.'

'No way Jack!' she replied, hugging me even tighter. 'You never leave me unsatisfied. And even if there are times when I don't actually come, don't ever think it's because you didn't do something more. Just remember that girls are a bit different to guys, sometimes the actual climax is less important than what else is happening. And sometimes not reaching one doesn't mean we are left strung up in the same way a man can be. Not always of course.' she added quickly. 'But I just can't imagine you ever leaving me feeling like that.'

'Just be sure to let me know if I do, always talk to me about things Lucy.'

'I will Jack, you can be sure that I always will.'

We continued our walk, then along with many other people who were out doing the same as we were, stopped at a beach-side cafe for a coffee before returning home.

As she was at university the following day, and her lectures didn't start until mid-morning, although she said she had some notes to complete first, we still had time for each other before she had to get up and start. That time we managed to time things so we reached the peak together, and then were happy to lie with our sweating bodies locked together until she finally had to make a move.

I spent the rest of the day at my office, making sure some arrangements I had made were on track for the week-end, and then attending to work for a few of my more important clients, before picking her up late that afternoon. On the way home we chatted about the subjects she had been working on and then decided that as she had some more notes to complete and the following day was to be her last at the store, we would pick-up some take-away food. Then having eaten, she went off to the study to work and I cleared away and watched a bit of television.

Guessing that Lucy would take a shower before getting ready for bed I decided the evening was an appropriate time for giving her one of my little surprise presents. So I got out the one containing the amber coloured underwear and peignoir and left the parcel where she couldn't possibly miss it. My guess was right, when she eventually returned from the study she came over to give me a quick kiss, then said. 'Why don't you have a night-cap Jack, I'm just going up to have a quick shower.'

I was still pouring myself a small scotch when I heard her hurrying back down the stairs. 'What's this?' she said excitedly, holding up the package.

'Just a little something I hope you'll like. Have your shower first, then open it.'

'Oh you shouldn't do this sort of thing.' she said with a worried look on her face.

'Lucy my darling, little presents like that are nothing compared with the amount of joy you give me, so just take as much pleasure from them as I get from giving them to you.'

She gave me an enormous hug, kissed me hard and then hurried back upstairs, turning and saying as she went. 'I won't be long, have your drink then come on up. If this is what it feels as though it is I'm sure you'll want to see how it looks just as much as I do.'

I sat slowly sipping my scotch for a few minutes, recalling the delights we had shared early that morning, then trying to imagine what she would look like in the lingerie, feeling myself becoming aroused by even the very poor picture I was able to conjure up. Then, having freshened-up in the downstairs bath-room, I topped-up my drink, poured a glass of wine for Lucy, and took them up and sat at the table in the bay window to wait for her.

I didn't have long to wait and when she stood in the door-way leading from the dressing room I realised just how totally inadequate my imagination had been.

Although I had known the colour and simplicity of design would suit Lucy's skin tone and perfect figure, I hadn't realised just how much they would actually enhance her natural beauty. But as she stood there, the ultra-fine lace revealing far more than it hid, she looked even more lovely than she usually did.

She had left the peignoir unfastened, letting it hang loosely from her shoulders, so it framed and enhanced the contours of her body. The subtle lighting still coming from the room behind her outlined that hour-glass shape, and as the wispy bra and panties fitted her perfectly, they did nothing to disguise it. In fact they seemed to do quite the reverse. Perhaps it was because they fitted and clung so closely to her curves, but they actually accentuated and drew my eyes to them. At first to the full, upsweeping curves of her breasts, and then to the smaller, yet somehow even more enticing mound between her upper thighs.

I was speechless, I think I stopped breathing, and know my heart missed several beats as I sat staring at her. 'It's absolutely lovely Jack. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And it fits me perfectly, how did you manage that?' she asked as she moved slowly across the room.

'I sneaked a look in your bag, to check your sizes.' I managed to mumble.

'Clever man. And where did you find it?'

'In the lingerie shop, near where we bought that dress. Do you remember how we talked about buying you some extra panties there?' I said, getting up and giving her the wine.

'Oh thank you.' she said as she took the glass. 'Of course I remember it, but I didn't notice anything like this on display.'

'They have a second display room, at the back, with more, what should I say, well let's say the items they have there are more unusual. This set was there, though it's positively mild by comparison with most of those things.'

'It sounds intriguing, perhaps I should pay a visit some time, but then I can imagine what their prices are like.' She said, continuing to move slowly around the room, turning to look at herself in the various mirrors.

'They have some things made of leather, I thought about one of those, but decided against it, not being sure how you would react. And then I spotted this and knew it would be perfect for you.' I said, trying to keep my voice as steady as I could, trying to hide the mix of emotions that had welled up inside and were by then threatening to choke me as my eyes followed her every move.

At one level there was the overwhelming sense of awe I always experienced when I stood in front of a genuine work of art, the sheer wonder that anything could be so beautiful. At another was the still hard to believe knowledge that this stunningly exquisite woman had said she loved me, wanted to be with me. At another, the love I felt for her, the wish to please her in every possible way, to make her happy, emotionally, materially, and physically too. And there was of course still another, at a much deeper, far more lustfully primitive level. The desire, the need, to touch and feel her. To feel her body responding to my caresses. To hear her cries of delight. To see the expression on her face when my straining cock first slid into her. Then to feel her body's response when it began pistoning in and out of her pussy.

I knew she had said something but the whirling thoughts seemed to have blocked out everything else. 'I'm sorry?' I managed to say.

'I asked if there was something wrong, I mean, the expression on your face!' she said anxiously.

'Oh no! Of course nothing's wrong. It's just, it's just how beautiful you are, that and how much I love you.' I stuttered, seeing the anxious look immediately replaced by a softly understanding smile.

'Oh that's all right then.' she said, then added. 'Why don't you get undressed, and I'll slip out of this, we don't want to risk damaging it do we.'

The thought of the comparison between her perfect physical beauty and my own far from wonderful naked body was more than a little daunting, but wanting to prolong the pleasure I was getting was strong. 'Don't take it off just yet Lucy. Please let me look at you for a little longer.' I pleaded as I started to get undressed.

'Of course, if that's what you want. I want to please you any way I can Jack. But not for too long, just wearing this has made me very horny.'

'Really?'

'Really. The fabric is so fine, it's so light it's as though I'm wearing nothing at all. But at the same time, when I first saw myself in the mirror, saw just how lovely it is, I imagined what the sight of me wearing it might do for you, imagined how you would react.' she paused, her eyes lowered, watching as I stepped out of my trousers, then added. 'And I see I was right about that!'




Lucy Ch. 16-20



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.



Chapter 16

In the Morning Light

I must have slept like the proverbial log, hardly stirring all night long, and when I woke I was pleasantly surprised to find that in spite of the events of the previous night I felt fully refreshed. Even so I lay there for a few moments, and as I gradually made the transition from sleep to wakefulness I recalled much of the excitement we had shared, so it was some time before I realised that the bed beside me was empty.

But I only had to turn my head to see Lucy, she was up but still resting, obviously lost in thought as she sat on the bench-seat in the bay window.

She was sitting sideways on to me, her bare feet up on the cushioned top, and her arms around her knees, which she had pulled up close to her chin. Shafts of the early morning sunshine angled in from just above one shoulder, lighting up her face as she stared out of the window, and as it always did, her sheer loveliness simply overwhelmed me. So as she didn't know I had woken I remained silent, lying there and taking the opportunity to quietly enjoy just looking at her.

She had put on a short, semi-transparent nightie but because of the angle of the light I could see her body in silhouette, and in the space between her arms and legs, the outline of her perfectly shaped breasts. But tempting as that sight always was, and in spite of the first stirrings of response it stimulated in me, at first I was quite content to focus on her face. Not just the classic beauty of her profile, but looking at every tiny detail; her skin's subtle tones of colour, the delicate curves of her ear, eye-brow and mouth.

There was an air of complete innocence about her, innocence verging on vulnerability. But vulnerability of a sort that stirred feelings the total opposite of those I had felt a few hours earlier, when she was tied nakedly down. I wanted to care for her, shield and protect her, guard her not only from danger, but even from any sort of trouble or unpleasantness.

But at the same time, at another much more basic level, I knew I also wanted to see the look in her eyes when we made love, see the rapture, and hear her cries of overwhelming pleasure when I took her to orgasm.

I suppose it wasn't really surprising that those thoughts prompted an even stronger response somewhere deep inside me, and I became aware that my cock had begun to slowly stir.

I had been watching her for several minutes before I noticed a small frown furrowing her brow. She continued staring out of the window for a few moments longer then, with a deep sigh she turned, closed her eyes and dropped her head down on to her knees.

Her apparent distress worried me and although still naked I slid out of bed and padded across the room. But because she was so deep in thought, she seemed not to hear me, even when I sat down on the other end of the window-seat, facing her. I was about to reach out, to say something, to ask what was wrong, when my eye was caught by what I could see.

From where I was, with the sun-light above and behind her shoulder, I shouldn't have been able to see up into the shadowy space between her up-drawn legs. But thanks to a purely decorative mirror on the wall behind me, which was reflecting a single shaft of sunlight straight up under the short night-dress, I could. I could see all the way up the length of the insides of her silky smooth thighs, see right up to their apex. And there, nestling between them and picked out by that stray shaft, I could see her honey-blonde pubic hair, and below it, her pussy.

Although at one level of my mind I was still concerned by what might be worrying her, the sight was stirring, and at the same time triggered a strange line of thought. Of the sheer blissful ecstasy a woman's pussy could give a man. Pleasure so strong that by being able to award or withhold it, that relatively small part of a woman's anatomy actually had truly awesome power over men. So much so that history was littered with stories of those who had lost everything; position, authority, wealth, lost them all as a result of their pursuit of one particular pussy.

But the sight also brought back memories of the feelings of indescribable joy she had given me just a few hours earlier. And those flooding memories brought an even stronger response from my cock and I felt it starting to stiffen.

Then my mind clicked back to reality, and in that moment I realised something odd about what I was looking at. In those circumstances, with Lucy apparently worried about something, I would have expected to see her pussy's delicate pink lips tightly furled. But they weren't, they were flushed, puffy, glistening moistly in the reflected sun-light.

Wondering about that I finally reached forward and rested my hand on hers. 'Good morning my darling.' I said softly.

She had been so deeply immersed in her thoughts that my touch and the sound of my voice made her almost jump out of her skin. 'Oh! Oh Jack! I, I didn't know you'd woken.' she said nervously. 'Have you been up long?'

'Just a couple of minutes. You look as though something's worrying you?'

'Worried? Me? No, why?'

'You were frowning.'

'Was I? Well I promise I wasn't worried.' she said with a smile. 'How could I be worried about anything when I'm with you.' she added, reaching out and pulling my head forward and kissing me.

I was frankly surprised at how much passion was behind that kiss. Surprised but of course delighted, and when I felt her other hand sliding up along my thigh, I felt a sudden rush of blood to my already rising cock.

'Aah, that's nice!' she whispered, gently biting my neck as her fingers found and then closed around the stiffening length. 'If you still want to know, that's what I was thinking about. Remembering just how marvellous you were last night.'

What she said explained why her pussy had looked the way it had, and realising she was already turning-on, I slid my free hand along the seat between her legs, then turning it and slipping my fingers underneath her bottom, I lightly pressed the heel of my palm against her pussy.

'Ah that's nice too!' she said softly, at the same time starting to gently stroke her fingers up and down the rapidly hardening shaft of my cock. 'I lay watching you sleeping for quite a while.

At first of course I was remembering last night. The things you did, the way you made me feel, the excitement of it all. Then I couldn't get over the feeling that this was all just a dream.

Meeting you the way I did. Then falling in love with you. Loving what we do together. Then hearing you tell me that you loved me too. And all the other wonderful things, the presents you've bought me, sharing your house, your life.

It's all just too bewildering. But wonderful Jack, so very wonderful.' she added as her hand continued lightly stroking me.

'It's exactly the same for me too Lucy, never forget that. I've been lonely for such a very long time. I never really expected to find anyone. Then to find someone like you. So incredibly beautiful, but so much more too, not only intelligent but also interested in the same things as I am. And of course so marvellously sexy.' I added with a low chuckle, pressing my hand more firmly against the moist warmth of her pussy.

'Yes I like the sexy bit too. And that's what I was thinking about. How much thought you took to bring what had been just an idle fantasy alive for me, to make it so incredibly exciting for me. But that made me think about all the other times too, and as I've told you before, I'm often a bit anxious about the thoughts and feelings I get.'

'Ah, so that's why you were frowning.'

'Probably. I found that just thinking about you and what we do together was making me feel sexy again.'

'I noticed that.'

'What do you mean?'

'When I sat down, you were so deep in thought you hadn't heard me get up, and I sat looking at you for a minute or two. There was some sunlight being reflected up between your legs, your pussy looked moist.'

'You were looking up between my legs!'

'Other parts too, but that really held my attention.'

She giggled. 'Cheeky thing, a girl has no privacy at all. But did that excite you? I mean, just looking at me?' She asked after a momentary pause.

'Of course it did. Looking at you always excites me Lucy.'

'Some parts more than others though.'

'That's true.'

'And for me too.'

'What?'

'Some parts of you are more exciting to look at too. And at times like this, not just to look at.' she added, looking down as she gave the fully hardened shaft a really firm squeeze.

'That's another thing that separates you from most other women I've known, you really do like handling and looking at a man, don't you.' I said, pulling my hand back a little so I could slip a finger up between her pussy-lips, then lightly pressing my thumb against the swollen ridge above.

'Oh yes, I like that Jack!' she sighed. 'But in case you've got the wrong impression, I certainly don't get off from looking at any man, and as to anything more than that, well, it's just you now. But surely other women have done this too?' she added, starting to stroke my cock even more purposefully.

'Of course, but until I met you I've always had the impression it was done just for my benefit, or as an essential part of the preliminaries. Not something they themselves enjoyed, done more for mine rather for their own pleasure. Do you know what I mean?'

'Yes I think so. And I've certainly heard girls talking that way. And you are right, unlike them I do enjoy it, get excited by it, what I don't really understand is why other women wouldn't admit they do too.

I mean a man's penis is an amazing thing, being able to watch it grow, getting hard, changing colour, is incredible. And feeling it coming alive in my hands is even more exciting. If a man can get worked-up from just looking at or fondling a girl's breasts, which don't actually do very much at all.' she said with a giggle. 'Then why wouldn't a girl get excited from feeling and watching all that going on, even if nothing else was happening.' she added with a gasp and squirming herself closer as my fingers and thumb intensified their stimulation of her pussy and clitoris.

'I can't answer that, but so long as it gives you pleasure, feel free to do it any time.' I replied as I felt her fingers tightening their grip.

'And that's another thing about you, another reason for me to love you.'

'What's that?'

'You don't have any silly macho reactions to me taking charge, you actually like me being in control sometimes.'

'Why wouldn't I when I get the benefit, as you called it?' I answered with a gasp of pleasure as her fingers skimmed more quickly up and down over the rim of my swollen cock-head.

'I know, but I'm sure there are plenty of men who don't see that, and I'm just so glad that you do.' she said, releasing my cock and slipping the skimpy nightie up over her head. Then, getting up to kneel on the seat and lifting herself up and over me, she straddled my thighs. 'Just a quickie, we'll make up for it later, OK Jack?' she said breathlessly as she reached down between her legs for my cock.

'More than OK darling.' I said, making it easier for her by laying back and sliding myself a little further forward, then giving a low, sighing moan as she found the right position and pushed herself down.

'I love you Jack, and I love what you do for me.' she said in a tensely emotional voice as she drove the full length deep inside herself. 'But right now, right this moment, that doesn't seem to matter. What matters is that there's a fire burning inside me. A fire I have to put out. And only you and your cock can do that for me! I need you to put out that fire, need your cock to spout enough semen to quench those flames!'

And with that she rode me, rode me with such fierce determination that she quickly got what she had asked for, her demanding pussy taking just a few, all too short minutes to make my cock squirt powerfully up into her.

Then when she was finally done she sank down, her arms locked around my neck, the weight of her panting body pinning me to the seat. And having my cock buried deep inside her pussy, as the after-shocks of her orgasm rippled through her body I could feel it twitching, as though it was trying to milk any remaining drops of semen.

'I'm sorry Jack.' she panted breathlessly a minute or two later. 'That was unfair of me, I was being totally selfish.'

'Do you hear me complaining?'

'No, but you should be. After all that I said about how much thought you put into making last night so wonderful for me, the best I could do was that, just a purely selfish quickie.'

'Sometimes that's all we need. It's not the first time, for either of us.'

'That's true.' she giggled. 'I seem to remember you getting out of control a couple of times. But I still shouldn't have let myself wallow in sexy thoughts and get as wound-up as I did.'

'Don't ever change darling, it's wonderful knowing you sometimes need me that much. But now, as wonderful as it feels being inside you, I think you'd better get off me, I think my legs are starting to cramp.'

She gave an embarrassed grin at the loud plopping sound we made as she pulled herself up off my cock and then after a brief kiss she scampered off to the bath-room. 'Don't worry about breakfast for me, I'll get something when I've had a shower. And remember I then have to work for the rest of the morning.' she called back over her shoulder.

I had forgotten, of course I would forget something like that. But I had agreed that she should keep up with her studies so I began to think what I could do to fill in the morning. It was silly, I had been on my own for some years, yet there I was, suddenly having trouble knowing what to do with myself for just a few hours.


Chapter 17

Unsettling Thoughts

But of course the time actually passed quite quickly. Having showered and shaved I drove down to the shops for the papers, and on my return I could tell from the lingering smell of coffee and toast that Lucy had made her own breakfast before disappearing into the study. I got something for myself and then browsed through the papers as I ate.

I had already decided that as she would be studying all morning, getting Lucy out of the house would be a good idea, so I didn't bother about doing anything for lunch, we could go down to one of the beach cafe's instead. So having cleaned up the kitchen and feeling quite domesticated, I went upstairs and did the same for both bed-rooms.

There wasn't that much to do in ours but the guest room took longer. At first I was undecided as to whether to strip the bed or simply re-make it, and then having decided on the latter, found the faint, but unmistakable scent of our bodies on the rumpled sheets brought back vivid memories of our activities.

In my mind's eye I could see Lucy lying there. Blind-folded, bound at wrist and ankle, her spread-eagled body arching high off the bed. Her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each short, rapid breath. Their nipples swollen, spiking from her sexual excitement. Her long slender legs made to look even more erotic by the black, thigh length nylons.

But in spite of those it was of course her pussy that held my gaze. With her hips lifted and her legs spread wide apart it was impossible not to stare at the wanton, almost lascivious display.

Then I remembered that although she may not have had any idea of exactly what I had in mind, Lucy had made not the smallest objection to what I had done to her. She had more than willingly submitted to each step. So in effect she had co-operated, and perhaps had wanted something like that to be done to her. Perhaps she had a deep-seated desire to flaunt herself, her sex, that way. Perhaps even wanted to make me feel the way I had.

It occurred to me that maybe she was, even if subconsciously, using me to explore her own sexuality, its extent and where its limits lay. Or was she giving me an opportunity to explore my own? Wanted me to discover any dark thoughts and urges inside myself. Or maybe she had simply been allowing us both to do so, each exploring our own, and in that process revealing something of each other's.

Then I decided that none of that mattered, it made no difference whether the drive had been hers or mine, what the reasons might be, whether it had been conscious or subconscious. All that mattered was that we were both of the same mind. Both curious about our responses and reactions to new and unusual situations. Both wanting and willing to explore at least some of the dustier recesses of our minds.

And that set me thinking about just what secret longings there might actually be in mine.

I instantly recalled the fleeting thought I'd had the night before, when looking down at Lucy's bound and spread-eagled body. The thought that at that moment I could identify with what might drive some rapists. The thought that at such a moment a man had total power over the woman spread out before him, power to do to her whatever he wanted. No matter how deviant or perverted an action, right then there was nothing to stop him.

I had experienced that almost overwhelming sense of power, and had felt myself reeling from it. Then the thought had passed almost as quickly as it had occurred, and had been replaced with the love I felt for Lucy.

But that made me wonder what my reaction would have been if the woman hadn't been Lucy. Would I have retained control if she had been a relative stranger?

But that was nonsense, such a situation was incomprehensible.

But the doubt lingered. And in lingering, raised a question. Did intellectual capacity imply physical capability? Because I was able to imagine some of the drives and emotions that stirred and fired a rapist, could I, under certain circumstances do something that I would normally find totally abhorrent?

I knew enough of human nature to know that down through history, and even in our own time, loathsomely monstrous things had been done by otherwise totally normal people. One didn't need to be insane, or a criminal degenerate to inflict rape, torture and brutal murder on another human being, merely be of another tribe or religion.

Given all that, and no matter how frightening the thought, I couldn't positively clear myself, couldn't say I wouldn't have the same capability as the imaginary rapist.

But rather than dwelling on such a disturbing thought I let the memories of what had actually happened sweep them away. Feeling much better when I remembered Lucy's increasingly enthusiastic responses to what we had done, and especially the memory of what had happened right at the end.

It had taken her a couple of seconds to realise what I was doing when she felt my cock brushing against her lips. But when she did her reaction had been instantaneous, and far beyond anything I could have imagined. 'Oh yes! Yes I want to taste it! Taste your cock!' she'd said excitedly, then as she lifted her head and opened her mouth she'd added. 'Fuck it, fuck my mouth!'

Her enthusiastic reaction had given me the confidence to go on and the fact that she wanted me to was in some ways even more exciting than the prospect of the physical thrills I'd experience. Even so, I began cautiously, moving slowly, initially pushing no more than the head inside. But she took it so eagerly, lifting her head and sucking hard, that I was soon pressing deeper, drifting off into a haze of blissful delight at the feel of the warm, wet suction of her mouth.

But although I hadn't been aware of it I must have subconsciously kept time with the background music, gradually thrusting faster, and then somehow even timing my climax with its finale.




Lucy Ch. 16-20



I remembered being worried that I might choke her after I blasted the first load straight down her throat and of looking down as I pulled out. Seeing my cock as it pumped and squirted semen over her face and neck. Seeing the look on her face as she reached yet another orgasm. Remembered the sound of her voice hissing. 'Give it back to me! Let me suck it!' As she lifted her head higher, straining to reach it. Remembered the thrill of the feel of her swirling tongue and vacuuming mouth as it sucked my still jerking cock dry.

And so, returning to reality and putting all the complex questions out of my mind, I once again gave silent thanks to whatever, gods, stars, or fates had brought such a woman into my life.

Having finished cleaning up, as I felt sure that by then Lucy would be ready for a break I put the percolator on to brew and a few minutes later carried a tray of coffee and biscuits to the study.

'Oh great, perfect timing!' she said when I opened the door and she saw what had brought me there.

We sat talking about what she was working on as we sipped the coffee and apart from saying that rather than walking, she wanted to take me in her new car, she agreed to my idea for lunch. 'Give me another couple of hours Jack, I should have got most of it done by then.' she said as I headed for the door.

I used that time to get a few other chores out of the way and then soon after Lucy reappeared from the study we headed down to the beach-front for lunch.

Given that to the best of my knowledge she couldn't have done that much in the city I was frankly surprised at how well Lucy drove. She took no time at all to familiarise herself with the car's controls, and then dealt with the traffic quite professionally. 'It goes beautifully Jack, I'm really going to enjoy driving it. Again, thank you so much.' she said, turning to give me a gorgeous smile before adding. 'Are we going to the same place as last time?'

'I don't think I'm in the mood for that supercilious waiter, anyway, there's a nice pasta bar a bit further along the strip. Do you fancy some pasta?'

'Just the thing.' she replied, neatly outmanoeuvring some testosterone driven yob in a delivery van.

Ten minutes later we were sitting watching the passing parade of people while at the same time scanning the menu. 'It's a great selection, I hardly know what to choose.' Lucy said after a while.

'And I've eaten here quite a few times so I can vouch for the quality.' I replied.

'How about the quality of that?' she said with a grin as she indicated a couple of girls walking past the cafe.

They were certainly worth a second look, and were getting them from every direction. Tall, with long slim legs and figures that would make any heterosexual male drool, especially in the ridiculously skimpy shorts and tops they were wearing.

'Magazine dollies.'

'Pardon?'

'Magazine dollies, great to look at, but I think you'd find they're totally self-centred.'

'No fun in bed then.'

'No, they'd be forever worrying about getting their hair, or something else messed-up.'

'You're probably right. Ah, now there's something for the girls.' she said, indicating two equally handsome guys who were walking in the opposite direction.

Lucy had obviously been to busy checking their faces and bodies to notice that they were walking hand-in-hand. 'I think you'll find they're gay. Check their hands.' I replied.

She pouted disappointedly. 'Oh well, I guess we'll just have to stick with what we've got.' she said cheekily. 'Anyway, youth and beauty are much over-rated commodities in my book. Give me love and caring experience any day. That's why I'm constantly surprised that you fell in love with me.' she added in a quieter voice.

'Ah but you see, youth and beauty can always acquire the experience. Especially if the student is a more than willing pupil. And in our case I'm happy to report the youthful beauty is getting nothing but High Honours.'

'Thanks to the excellence of the teacher, and his particularly creative teaching methods.' she replied with a laugh, then added in a conspiratorial whisper. 'I've been thinking about last night, and what I could do for you in return. I think I've come up with something you'll really like. But you'll have to wait a bit, we can't try it today.'

'You don't have to do things in return for something I did Lucy. It doesn't work that way.'

'Oh I know that Jack. It's just that whenever we've done something a bit different it's always been so incredible, for both of us. So of course I want to think up things for us too. You can understand that.'

'When you put it like that, of course I can. And if it's only half as good as some of the things you have already done, well... But now let's decide what to eat.' I said, spotting the waitress heading our way.

Neither of us was in any rush so took our time, enjoying the food, the constant, lively coming and goings around us, and as always, each other's company.

Although I had tried several different approaches I couldn't get her to expand on the cryptic comment she had made about whatever idea she'd had. Each time I did she just grinned and told me I would just have to wait and see.

When we had finished we strolled hand-in-hand for a while, then Lucy said she still had a bit of work to finish so we headed home again. She went straight back to the study and once she had closed the door behind herself I was left alone with just my thoughts and the book I was then reading.

But, perhaps not unnaturally, I found it hard to concentrate, my mind kept drifting off, to memories of things we had already shared, and thoughts of what we might be doing in a couple of hours. And of course especially strong were the freshest of my memories, those of earlier that morning, when I had woken to find her sitting on the window-seat.

Her sheer loveliness had taken my breath away, the short, semi-transparent nightie she had on displaying her body, and especially her beautiful breasts, in silhouette. But in spite of that I remembered that I had spent some time studying her face, and I remembered the feelings her apparent vulnerability stirred in me.

Then I had seen a frown furrowing her brow and I got up and went over to her, then, when I was about to ask what was wrong, my eye had been caught by what I could see. In my mind's eye I could still see the shaft of reflected sun-light, see how it lit up the otherwise shadowy space between her updrawn legs. See her wetly pouting pussy.

I didn't know how long I had sat there staring, nor could I remember all the strange thoughts I'd had. But I did clearly remember wondering why her pussy was already wet, and then what had caused the passion in her kiss when she realised I was there. And just as clearly remembered my surprise and delight, and the sudden rush of blood to my cock, when I felt her hand sliding up along my thigh.

'Aah, that's nice!' she'd whispered, as her fingers closed around the quickly stiffening length.

Having answered my questions as to what had got her aroused we quickly stimulated each other up to and then beyond the point of no return. 'Just a quickie Jack, we'll make up for it later, OK?' she had said breathlessly as she slipped off her nightie, then got up and knelt on the seat, straddling me. And even before I had finished telling her that was more than just OK, she'd reached down for my cock and firmly pushed herself down on to it.

Then she literally rode me, and with such fierce determination that it seemed it took her just a few minutes to get us both off, her pussy urging what felt like every last drop of semen up through my pumping cock.

Of course long before I had replayed the memory through to that point I had become aware of the feel of my cock responding to what was going on inside my head. But even though that made it even more difficult to think of anything but the wonderful things Lucy did for me I somehow managed to get through the next hour or two and then decided she had done more than enough work for one day.

When I went along to the study to see if Lucy would like some sort of refreshments I found she had come to the same conclusion as I had. She was sitting at the coffee table with two or three of my erotic painting books, including the one we had looked at together. The sound of the door opening made her look up, and immediately her face started to flush with guilty embarrassment.

'I've only just finished Jack.'

'I came to see if you were ready for some tea or coffee. 'Ah yes, that one has always been another favourite of mine.' I added when I looked down and saw at which page she had the book open.

The painting was from the same photo-realism school as the one of Leila, this one dominated by a man, standing beside a window. He was wearing what had to be a pure silk dressing-gown, the arm closest to us was raised, holding back a lace curtain so he could see out into the night. The action had lifted one side of the dressing-down, pulling it against the erection it was covering, and the fabric was so fine it was clinging to it, clearly outlining the bulbous head and long, rigid shaft. Although it probably wasn't extraordinarily large, seeing it only in outline increased its apparent mass, and made it look truly impressive.

Across the darkened space outside the window was an apartment block and one of the floor to ceiling windows was much more brightly lit than the others. The man was looking at that particular window, where, on a table placed close to it, a couple were vigorously making love.

Meanwhile, in the foreground of the painting was a woman, and although most of her body was outside the frame and her hand was hidden by her having one knee raised, it was clear from its position that she was masturbating.

'I think it's sad.' Lucy said. The girl is ready and willing, the man is obviously able, but he prefers to get his kicks elsewhere.'

'Yes that's one interpretation, but I prefer another.'

'What's that?' she asked.

'I think the scene is merely the preamble, a prologue to what is to come. I think they both get turned-on visually, she from watching him get an erection, he from watching someone doing it. And don't forget the couple in the other apartment are a necessary ingredient too, they are obviously exhibitionists, or they wouldn't be doing it where they are, nor have all their lights blazing. So rather than being a scene of sad loneliness, to me it's one where everyone gets a little of what they want.'

'Oh yes, I like that reading better. Do you have a dressing-gown like that one?' she added cheekily.

'No I don't. You like the look of him?'

'Yes, seeing it without being able to actually see it is very sexy.'

'Most of us look much more sexually attractive with at least something on, leaving something to the other's curiosity or imagination. But as I said, I really came to see if you would like something to drink.' I added, bending down to kiss her.

'Mmm, nice.' she said when I straightened up. 'And some tea would be nice too. But I really had only just finished Jack, I hadn't even looked at these.' she added, indicating the other books on the table.

'You don't have to account for every minute Lucy, I'm not a time-keeper.'

'But I've left you on your own for most of the day.'

'I've been on my own for years my darling. Just knowing you are here in the house is more than wonderful, and having to wait a few hours to see you is no real hardship.'

I bent down again, that time taking her face gently between my hands as I spoke quietly, but seriously. 'I love you and your study is important Lucy. I want you to do well, want you to get that degree. Then we can talk about what you want to do with it. I don't ever want you to think you are just here playing house with me, I want us to have a life together Lucy. Doing well in your study is just the first phase of that, I want there to be more to come after that, much, much more, for both of us.'

She pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around me. 'It's wonderful to hear you say that Jack. I love you too, and love being with you. And I promise I will do well. But I'm not going to leave you on your own like that at the week-end again. I'll study hard while you're at your office, and when you're not, the time will be just for us.

Now although I'm sure we would both enjoy a cup of tea let's leave that pleasure until a little later, first things first.' she added, sitting down again as she started to undo my trousers.

Having pushed them down she reached one hand around behind me and pulled me closer, then while the other supported my balls, she went to work on my flaccid cock with her mouth and tongue. In that position I could do no more than stand there and let her do what she liked, and from the sound of her mewling gurgles she liked both my instant reaction and the speed at which I got a full erection.

But although what she was doing was delightfully exciting I had been waiting too long to be satisfied by her getting me off that way, so I let her continue for only a few minutes before pushing her head firmly away and dropping to my knees. Having pulled her top up over her head I leaned forward, and cupping her breasts in my hands, began kissing and nuzzling them.

Perhaps because she had been studying so hard, thinking about her work rather than about sex, she didn't react as quickly as she usually did when I did that. And in a way I was happy that she didn't, because that gave me longer to enjoy doing it. I knew from what she'd said early that morning that she didn't really understand the depth of pleasure I got from seeing, touching and fondling her breasts, but she would if she could have somehow got inside me right then.

Everything about them thrilled and excited me. Feeling the weight of them in my hands. Their warm, silky firmness, their scent. Their pertly jutting nipples and the way they slowly engorged as she began to respond to my sucking kisses.

So I would have been quite content to continue kissing and caressing them for as long as she wanted me to do so, but after a while she started to wriggle about and I realised she was trying to push her track-suit pants down. Recognising what she wanted me to do, I helped her, then eased her legs further apart and started doing to her pussy what I had been to her breasts.

Again I would have been more than happy to continue for as long is it took to get her through to orgasm, but again she stopped me before that. 'That's lovely, but I want to feel you inside me please Jack.' she said breathlessly, adding. 'Get your things off.' As she pushed my head away.

As I did as she suggested she pulled a couple of cushions down off the settee, putting one on top of the other and then lying back so her body was arched over them. I couldn't help recalling the previous evening, when I had put her in the same position, and more importantly, the heightened sensations I had got when I entered her.

'It felt so good last night Jack, doing it this way, you got so deep.' she said, staring at my cock as it began jerking in response to both the sight of her and the memories that had come rushing back.

'It was wonderful for me too darling.' I replied hoarsely as I felt the need I had until then been suppressing suddenly rising.

And neither of us was disappointed. Although we had no actual music to provide a guiding beat we made love to each other as though we could both hear it, our bodies moving in time to some unheard rhythm, and even our eventual climaxes coinciding in a single, beautifully synchronous resolution.


Chapter 18

Variations on a Theme

I have no idea how long we lay there on the study floor, our bodies still locked together long after my cock had wilted from the draining orgasm we had shared. 'That was wonderful Jack.' Lucy whispered as she finally stirred. 'We really are very good together aren't we?'

'In every way my darling.' I replied, lifting myself off her. 'Waiting for you to come along was the best thing I have ever done.' I added, bending to kiss her.

She curled her arms around my neck and pulled me back down, returning the kiss as she squirmed herself up against me. 'And you make love to me so beautifully I come more intensely than I ever have before.' she said when she finally let go of me. 'Now I must have a shower, then I think I'll pass on the tea you offered earlier, but perhaps you would find some nice music and make us a proper drink while I cook dinner.' she added as we disentangled from each other.

Having had a quick wash and sorted out a few CDs, I went down for a bottle of wine to go with the steak and salad we were having, then made a couple of gin and tonics and was sorting things out in the kitchen when Lucy came down again.

'Pheewww! How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself!' I exclaimed when she walked in.

She was in black, a one piece dancer's leotard in shiny sort of rayon that covered from wrist, neck and ankle, and clinging to her so literally skin-tightly that it was all too obvious there was nothing but her skin beneath it.

'Nobody suggested you had to.' she replied with a cheeky grin as she took the proffered drink, then added. 'But the immediate priorities are cooking and then eating, anything more than the occasional grope has to wait until later.'

At first I simply couldn't tear my eyes from her breasts, the fabric was literally moulded to them, its tightness lifting them even higher than they normally were, putting their curves and jutting nipples in sharper outline. But as she turned and bent to get things from the fridge I felt my heart skip a beat as blood surged through my veins in response to the even more arousing display of her arse. The tights seemed to have been sprayed on to her like a second skin, the seam buried deep in the crack between their glorious cheeks.

I really had no control of myself, I moved forward and reached out, cupping them in both hands, thrilling at the feel of the warm, firm flesh beneath the sleek rayon. And at that moment the memory of the couple of times I had taken her that way flashed into my brain, triggering a sudden rush of blood to my cock, and a much, much deeper need to do that again, and soon.

She remained bending for a few moments, looking back over her shoulder at me, a tight smile on her lips and a strangely exciting glint in her eye. 'Later Jack, later.' was all she said, but it was more than enough to set my heart racing and the blood pounding even more strongly.

But in spite of that and the constant sight and availability of her, over the next couple of hours I somehow managed to keep my actions to no more than the occasional feel of what was so temptingly displayed. The fact that, as always, we spent much of that time talking undoubtedly helped, even though as well as Art, Music, her studies and food, the talk frequently strayed to the subjects of love and sex. So between preparation, then eating and drinking, plus the continuing lively conversation, the time simply flew by.

But of course even the most interesting conversation could not completely dampen down everything else going on inside me. Even though it was only her lovely face and the shape of her gorgeous breasts that I could see across the table, the picture of how the rest of her looked remained fresh in my mind. And that, plus the thoughts that had been prompted by the almost lascivious display of her arse and the implied promise I'd seen in her eyes, kept me in a state of almost permanent physical excitement for the rest of the meal.

So when we had both finally finished and she got up to clear things away the sight of the full length of her body sent those responses sky-rocketing. 'It's not fair.' I said as I watched her carry our plates across to the dish-washer.

'What's not?' she asked, turning her head.




Lucy Ch. 16-20



'The way you look.'

'You really like this outfit then?' she replied, smoothing her hands down over her hips then around and up over the even more disturbing bulge made by the twin cheeks of her bottom.

'That's putting it far too mildly.' I said, imagining it was my hands actually doing what hers were.

'That's good, I was hoping you would.' she said, bending forward and running her hands slowly up and down the valley between the prominent globes. 'But when I was putting it on it set me thinking about what you said earlier, about our responses being stronger when a body is covered, leaving something for our imaginations to play with.'

'The way that fits that's not very much.' I replied gruffly, my unblinking eyes staring hard as her hands continued slowly moving over herself.

'That was one of the things I was thinking about, it was the way I reacted to that picture that started me wondering about it. It's very strange how completely different, and sometimes quite opposite forms of covering can be equally effective in getting the viewer excited. I mean something like this, which as you said, actually leaves very little to the imagination, can do it. But then a flowing, virtually all-covering robe can do it too. I've read that many men find the veil that particular Islamic women wear is actually very arousing, even though you might only be able to see their eyes.

And it's not just men who react like that. I got excited from just looking at a photograph, a photograph of a painting of a man with an erection, an erection I couldn't actually see. Our imaginations really are one of the most amazing parts of us, aren't they?'

'They certainly are.' I said, finally pushing back from the table, getting up and moving across to her. 'And while one part of my brain has been following your intellectual musings, the rest has been running wild, imagining it's my hands not yours, doing what you have been.'

'I'm very happy to let you take over.' she replied with a knowing grin as I took her in. arms and kissed her.

Of course the actual feel of her was a thousand times better than it had been in my imaginings and right then I wanted to be able to touch and feel every part of her. But that was difficult while we were jammed together and I had to settle for one hand fondling her breasts, and the other squeezing her buttocks, pushing my fingers deep into the valley between its cheeks.

So in one way I was thrilled when, just as our kisses had started to become even more feverish, she suddenly pulled away and said breathlessly. 'Let's go upstairs Jack.'

When we reached the bed-room she told me to get my things off, and while I did that she pulled the covers back off the bed then kicked off her shoes. But that was all she took off before stretching out on the bed and then watching as I struggled out of the last of my clothes.

The fact that she was lying there waiting for me to touch and caress her was exciting, but the strange thing was that in some ways still being dressed made it even more so. Perhaps it was because the sheer fabric clung to her so tightly it was effectively a second skin, somehow outlining her curves even more sharply than the one beneath it. Perhaps because the details of her body were still covered, still hidden, still to be uncovered and explored.

Whatever it was, and leaving the uncovering until a little later, I got up on the bed and knelt beside her, then immediately set about exploring her, moving and turning her this way and that as my hands roamed all over her supple and eagerly pliant body.

By then I knew Lucy's sensitivity to my caresses pretty well, so I wasn't surprised that it didn't take too much of that before I could tell she was getting worked-up. As always, I got the first sign from her nipples, noticing the sharp little spikes they were making in the thin fabric. Soon after that her breathing becoming shorter, shallower, and then I felt the increasing dampness between her legs.

And as I had been anticipating the thrill of doing what I was for so long, I wasn't surprised at my own reactions either, but what really did amaze me was the strength of them.

I'd had a strong erection even before I started and as I caressed and fondled the various parts of her, my fingers tingling from the unusual combination of the feel of the sheer, silky fabric and the warm firmness of her body beneath it, I felt additional blood surging into my cock. At first that started making it gently throb, but then as the thrills I was getting continued the throbbing became much stronger, and it wasn't too long before it was jerking about quite uncontrollably.

Just as I had picked-up Lucy's reactions to what I was doing for her, she must have recognised the growing strength of mine, because while until then she had been compliantly allowing me to do whatever I wanted with her, she suddenly became much more active. Having pulled me down beside her she rolled me on to my back and then began slipping and sliding herself, almost snake-like, all over my body.

The feel of her slippery, artificial skin moving against mine seemed to set off nerve ending I didn't even know existed, and adding to all that was what her mouth and hands were also doing as she slithered and twisted about. I had never experienced anything quite like the sensations I was getting, but even though I could feel the pressure rising inside me the outcome took me as much by surprise as it obviously did Lucy.

She had somehow managed to get her legs twined right around me, one slipping between mine from the back, the other around my waist, in the process somehow trapping my cock between them. So each time she made the smallest move the slick rayon rubbed up and down it, sending showers of fiery sparks up my spine and making me gasp with excited delight.

Perhaps I should have realised that after such a long period of anticipation the intensity of that stimulation would be more than my system could take. But I didn't, and so I was both astonished and disappointed when, after only a minute or two in that position my cock suddenly, and quite literally, exploded.

I gave a deep, guttural grunt as I felt the rushing surge, then my body heaved convulsively as the first load of bottled-up semen squirted out, followed a split-second later by a series of what felt like equally massive bursts.

'Oh no!' Lucy cried when she felt what was happening, then quickly twisted herself around and plunged her mouth down over my still firing cock. Sucking hard she urged the last few shots up out of me, then, as though it was what she had planned to do all along, she moved again, and knelt between my legs.

Cupping my depleted balls in one hand, she pushed the other under my buttocks, then looked up. 'I'm sorry Jack, I knew you were excited but I didn't realise just how fired-up you were.' she said softly.

'There's no need for you to apologise Lucy, it's me that feels guilty.'

'Oh come on, there's nothing to feel guilty about, we don't always have to come at the same moment. But what actually brought it on?'

'You somehow managed to trap me between your legs, so the tights were rubbing against it each time you moved.'

'And just that was enough?'

'Well as you said, I was already pretty fired-up. That's an incredibly sexy outfit, and I'd been wanting to touch you for the last couple of hours. Then the reality of it was a thousand times better than I had been imagining. But I am sorry, I mean for leaving you strung-out.'

'Oh I'm sure you'll take care of that soon enough my darling, and it's nice to know I can get you so excited, even when I'm not actually trying to.' she added with a giggle. 'Now, let's start again, so close your eyes. I want you to remember how I looked downstairs, remember how you felt, remember what you wanted to do, what you imagined doing to me.' she said in a low, almost hypnotic voice, then bent lower and as her hands began gently fondling and squeezing me, her tongue, lips and mouth set to work on my still swollen cock.

I had no trouble doing as she had asked, the images were still fresh and clear in my mind, as were the urges I'd felt when I had watched her. 

I remembered the way the leotard seemed to be moulded to her breasts, its tightness lifting them even higher than they normally were, giving an even sharper outline to their curves and jutting nipples. Then remembered how my heart had skipped several beats and I'd felt the blood pounding through my veins when she'd turned and bent to get something from the fridge. The tights did even more dramatic things for the lower half of her body, looking as though they had been sprayed on to her arse, accentuating the taut fullness of her bottom, the buried seam making the deep valley between its cheeks even more tempting.

That image was made even more disturbing by the memory of the thrills I'd experienced when I'd taken her that way, the tightness of that entrance, the enormous strength of the orgasm I'd had. And although the orgasm I had just experienced had been intensely thrilling I knew it would rate like a damp squib by comparison with that one.

So I continued happily drifting in a haze of remembered pleasures, slipping from one to another, so totally absorbed I was only vaguely aware of what was in reality happening down between my legs. That is until I heard her voice breaking through that sensual mist. 'I should nickname your cock Mr. Reliable.'

But the thoughts and images had got such a strong hold of me that it was only when she pulled herself up over my body to kiss me that I really knew what she meant. Again I felt those fiery sparks as her tights grazed up the length of my cock, and realised that what she had been doing, plus what had been going on inside my head, had already given me another erection.

'Now tell me what you were thinking.' she said, lifting her head, but continuing to squirm herself against the still hardening length of me.

'How beautiful you are, how much I love you, how much I want you whenever I look at you.'

'Be more specific.' she said. 'Tell me exactly what was going through your mind.

'That outfit fits you like a second, only even tighter skin, outlining and giving a sharper definition to the shape of your gorgeous body. Lifting your breasts even higher, making the curves of your stomach, hips and thighs even more sensuous, your bottom even more voluptuous. And the way the tights fitted was especially arousing, the seam slotting down into the crack between the cheeks. I could feel my hands tingling from wanting to touch you, caress those curves, feel the warm firmness of you.'

'And the rest of you, your cock, what did it want to do?'

For some reason I hesitated answering but she urged me on. 'Come on, tell me.' she said hoarsely, wriggling her belly from side to side and sending another shower of those sparks searing up from my cock.

'It wanted to go where that seam was going, take you that way, feel all that tightness.' I answered.

'Say it!' she insisted.

'I wanted to fuck your arse.' I whispered reluctantly.

'And is that what you still want to do?' she asked, again slowly wriggling herself down against my cock.

'Yes.' I admitted in a hoarse gasp. 'Yes I do.'

'Good, that's what I've been hoping for, that's why I put the tights on in the first place.'

'But if that's what you wanted why didn't you just say so.'

'I thought it would be more fun this way, getting you all steamed up I mean. I just hadn't anticipated being quite so effective.' she added with a low giggle. 'But I also had a bit of a variation in mind, and as I wasn't sure if you'd fancy it I thought I'd have a better chance if you were really hot to trot.'

'Why on earth would you think I wouldn't fancy something? What is it?'

'I wanted to see if I could take both you and Fred, at the same time. Do you understand what I mean?'

Of course I understood, she wanted to experience having two cocks inside her again, but this time in her pussy and arse.

I admit I was surprised by my initial reaction. Even though it was me that had brought the dildo into our sex life, my excitement at the thought of doing it that way, fucking her arse, was tempered by the idea of what she might be imagining as we did it. She would probably be imagining she was taking two men at once, me and a fantasy lover, and I really wasn't sure if I liked that idea.

But then I remembered that I had done exactly that, when I let myself imagine it was Leila making love to me, and realised I was being both stupid and unfair.

'Of course I do.' I replied after that momentary hesitation. 'A variation on your favourite erotic picture.'

'Yes, that's right. I should have known you would understand. Are you sure you like the idea?'

'If the time comes when I don't like any of your ideas, or start showing signs of jealousy towards either Fred or your vibrator, book me in for treatment.' I replied. 'Now, we'll also need some of that lubricant.' I added, pushing her off to one side and extricating myself from underneath her.

While I got Fred and the lubricant from the cabinet Lucy peeled off the leotard, and even though we were both more than ready we still spent quite some time re-exciting each other. At first simply kissing and caressing, then curling into the classic sixty nine position and spending even more time licking and sucking.

But eventually neither could wait any longer, and having decided it would be easier if I was standing up, Lucy slid down to the end of the bed then got up on her hands and knees. 'You first Jack.' She said, taking the lubricated dildo in one hand then looking back over her shoulder at me as I spread more of the jelly over my cock.

Even though the thought of doing it, plus the memories of the previous times had been filling my head for much of the evening I had still forgotten just how tight a fit it was. But Lucy's determination was so strong that after a couple of unsuccessful attempts I felt the muscles relax just a little more, and, giving a stronger push, felt the head slip inside her.

Once that initial barrier was breached getting deeper became easier, and as the lining became smeared with lubricant I was able to push slowly in and out without having to use too much force. But that didn't diminish the strength of the thrills I got from the sheer tightness of her anal channel, and they were simply electrifying.

Lucy waited a couple of minutes before introducing Fred, and when I felt her shifting her weight to one side so she had a free hand to use I reached mine underneath her to give her some extra support. Presumably because by then her pussy was so wet from what we had been doing before she had even less trouble getting it inside her than I'd had, and pausing only long enough to pick up the rhythm of my strokes she began push it back and forth. Sensibly she alternated her strokes with mine, pushing the dildo in as I pulled back, and pulling it out as I pushed forward.

Looking back on it later I remember thinking how surreal the scene might have seemed to an observer, more like one of the erotic paintings than suburban reality. But there was nothing surreal about the effect the somewhat bizarre situation was having on me.

Obviously I had no idea as to what was going through Lucy's mind, and in spite of my earlier momentary concern about competing with some fantasy lover, right then I didn't care. Although I'd had a fleeting pang of jealousy as to what Fred would do for her, what I hadn't anticipated was what it would actually do for me.

Despite being separated by several layers of her body's tissue the hard length of it pressed against my cock each time they passed, and although at first it felt very strange, I soon realised that as each moved against the other my level of excitement was rising still higher.

So, although I had already climaxed just a short time before, because the sensations I was getting from combination of the tightness of her arse, plus those the dildo was giving me were so extraordinary, it wasn't too long before I felt another starting to build inside me.

'Oh Lucy! Lucy my love!' I heard myself cry, unable to prevent my thrusting getting both faster and more forceful as the pressure quickly rose higher.

Her immediate response was muffled and unintelligible but I felt the dildo moving more rapidly, trying hard to keep up with the pace of my cock's activity, and then almost immediately she began to respond just as strongly as I was.

'Yes Jack! Yes! Ooh yeeesss! Now Jack, noowww!'

Knowing she was coming only added to the physical sensations that were boosting the rising surge inside me, and as Lucy's convulsive contractions began, I felt that familiar, searing rush. And then our mutual cries of ecstasy blended as my cock spat gouts of hot, sticky semen deep into her flexing bowels, and Lucy rammed the dildo faster and deeper into her cunt.

Although that climax was even more massive than my earlier one, and had utterly drained me of every drop of semen, my cock remained rock-hard. Perhaps that was because her arse continued gripping it so tightly long after I was utterly spent, or perhaps because I could feel her still pushing the dildo back and forth. Whatever the cause, Lucy obviously enjoyed the feeling it gave her and made the most of it by wriggling herself back on to it as she worked herself through several more climactic peaks.

But eventually she too was done and when I felt her pulling Fred out I did the same, then the pair of us collapsed gratefully down on to the softly welcoming bed.

It was some time before either of us found the energy to either speak or move. 'I must go and clean myself up a bit.' I finally said, reluctantly pushing myself up off the bed and heading for the bath-room.

Having given my cock and balls a thorough wash and splashed water on my still sweaty face I hooked a towel around my waist. 'Was that as good as you hoped it would be?' I asked when I stood at the bed-side looking down at her.

'Oh yes darling.' she replied as she rolled over and looked up at me. 'But it's not something I'd want to do very often, I think the risk of wear and tear would be a bit high.'

'Maybe using the vibrator would be better.' I suggested.

'Now that is a good idea, we'll try that way some other time. But how was it for you?'

'Strange, but still very, very exciting. As I think you must have noticed.' I added with a grin, then knelt down beside the bed and kissed her.

'Yes we were both a bit quicker than usual weren't we. But then we were both already pretty worked-up. I had been thinking about trying it like that for quite a while, so started getting wet once I decided we should have a go at doing it tonight.'

'And as you know only too well, I got an immediate erection when I saw what that outfit did for you.'

'Yes, clothes really do make a difference, especially to men of course.' she said quietly, then paused, obviously thinking about something.

'Penny for them.' I said when a few moments had passed in silence.

She looked up and grinned. 'Not yet Jack, just an idea, I'll need to think about it a bit more before it's worth telling you about.'

'Another exciting scenario?'

'Maybe.' she answered thoughtfully. 'But now let me have a bit of a wash too.' she added more energetically.

While she was gone I tidied up the bed and then, as it was still relatively early in the evening, slipped into some fresh clothes. 'I'll see you downstairs. Would you like some coffee and a brandy darling?' I called through the bath-room door.

When she said she would I headed down and by the time she joined me the coffee was nearly ready. 'I see, a much more demure young woman.' I said, eyeing the house-coat she had put on.

'As I said before, it's amazing how much affect just the way someone looks has on our thought processes. For instance, you know very well that I'm exactly the same person I was an hour or so ago, but whereas then you saw me as some sort of sex-fiend, now you describe me as demure.'




Lucy Ch. 16-20



'I know what you mean, but it was actually me that was turned into the sex-fiend.' I replied. 'But then as I've told you before, even if you only had a sack to wear I'd still want you.'

'Hopefully it won't come to that darling, but it's still nice to hear.' she answered, giving me a quick kiss.

We took the coffee and brandy through to the lounge-room and turned on the TV, neither saying anything for quite a while but not really taking in much of what we were seeing either. 'I can't help thinking about it, what we were saying about clothes I mean.' she said after a few minutes. 'For instance, that girl you told me about, the one you used in your fantasies. When you described her it was mainly the clothes you described.'

'Which girl?'

'The one in your office, I can't remember her name.'

'Oh, you mean Dannie.'

'Yes that's right, Dannie. I know you told me she had a mass of frizzy blonde hair, but other than that it was what she wore that you used to describe her. And I admit I gave her a personality based on that. I think I said she sounded a bit tarty.'

'Yes, you're quite right of course. I actually didn't get to know too much about her, she wasn't with us for that long, but the fantasies I mentioned were built around the kind of girl I imagined would wear those sorts of clothes.'

'See what I mean.'

'But I'm sure women do the same kind of thing.'

'Oh yes of course, but I think most women see past the clothes, at least once they get to know the actual person. Mind you, they might try to change a guy's wardrobe, if what he usually wears doesn't fit their image.' she added with a laugh. 'But I think it's generally accepted that men are much more visually stimulated. I mean girlie magazines and porno videos are mainly produced for men. Sure plenty of women might get something out of them from time to time, but the main market is men.'

'True enough. But I think it's also generally accepted that women actually worry more about what other women think about what they are wearing, that women dress for women, not men.'

'Well at least in public they probably do. But what they wear at home is another matter.' she added with a giggle.

'So it's all a bit complex.'

'Like human nature.'

'Us too?' I asked.

'Oh I think so Jack. Just think of the stuff we've discovered about each other in this short time. And if we are really honest, what we have each found out about ourselves too I think.'

'That's fair enough. Until I met you I had no idea my sex drive could go into over-drive.'

'That's the same for me darling, but I didn't really mean physically, I meant mentally, the stuff that goes on in our heads.'

'I know you did, I think I was trying to avoid at least some of that.'

'Bit scary?'

'Well certainly spooky, some of it is a bit unnerving, yes.'

'But it's good, isn't it? I mean we've both enjoyed the outcomes, haven't we?'

'Oh God yes! It's all too marvellous for words. It's just that I sometimes wonder what else might be tucked away in there, what else I don't know about myself.'

'I'm sure it'll be fun to find out.' she replied with a grin.

'What we said, about the differences between the way men and women see clothes, reminds me of a couple of books I have. They are a compilation of photographers' choices of what they consider the most erotic pictures involving people who are still dressed. In other words pictures relying totally on the viewer's imagination for their effect.

The editors chose photographers for the obvious reason, that they are essentially visual people. But they also divided them into four groups, men and women, and then straight and gay.

What is really fascinating about their choices is not so much the differences between the way men and women see things, though as you would expect, that's pretty strong, but the similarities between the gays and the straights of the opposite sex.'

'Yes that is interesting, you must show me sometime. No, not now.' she added when I started to get up, adding. 'I don't think either of us needs any more stimulation for a while. Let's just sit and talk for a bit.'

And as I was more than happy to give my body time to recover from the fantastic, but still draining events of the previous twenty four hours, that's exactly what we did. Talking, then eventually making our way to bed, that time to merely cuddle close before falling asleep in each other's arms.


Chapter 19

Dannie Returns

Over the next couple of weeks our lives started to develop a pattern that we then followed for several months. On the days Lucy was at university I would go in to my office, and those evenings we would usually eat out somewhere. The other week-days she would study, then cook us something from her steadily expanding repertoire of dishes. That meant we nearly always had the week-ends free to be together, sometimes going for short trips, sometimes staying close to home.

But there was not even a hint of any pattern forming in our sex life, which retained the best of both our seemingly ever stronger love for each other, and our different but equally strong imaginations. Perhaps the best example of Lucy's was something she did about ten days after our conversation about clothes triggering pre-set conceptions and responses.

It was one of her university days and she called me at the office around lunch-time. 'There's an ad hoc lecture being put on that I'd like to go to late this afternoon Jack. I'm sure you have some work you can get on with, so why don't I meet you at your office, we can get something to eat and then maybe go on to a movie. How does that sound?'

'Sounds good. How late do you think you'll be?'

'Oh, an hour and a half, maybe two hours.'

'OK, the security on the building doesn't go on until eight o'clock so you will have no trouble getting in. I'll see you here.'

Although I hadn't done it as much since Lucy had come in to my life, my staff were quite used to me working at odd hours, so as they finished they wished me good-night and by six o'clock I was quite alone.

I was concentrating so hard on the work I was doing that I didn't hear either the outer or my own office doors opening, and have no idea how long she'd been standing there before something made me suddenly look up.

What she had done to herself was such a complete make-over that if I hadn't been expecting Lucy I would have honestly thought it was Dannie returning to work.

She had back-combed and brushed her hair until it was no more than a fuzzy cloud around her head, and her make-up was also completely different to what she normally wore, much heavier, the colours stronger, more dramatic. But the real trigger was what she was wearing, it could easily have been one of Dannie's outfits. The top was bright red, its tight fit and low cut neckline creating such an exciting display of cleavage that for several seconds I just couldn't drag my eyes away. Then I looked lower. The skirt was black, made up of dozens of tiny pleats and as short as any that Dannie had ever worn, exposing long, shapely, black nylon clad legs.

She just stood there, letting me stare at her for a fairly long time, and as I stared I felt my body instantly reacting to her overt sexuality, my heart pumping more strongly, and my cock immediately lengthening and stiffening. Then she spoke, quite quietly, and although I knew it wasn't Dannie's voice, in my head it was her speaking.

'I've had quite a few problems Mr. Saunders, I need a job, desperately. I'll do anything you ask if you'll take me on again. I mean anything!'

I couldn't answer her, as I had when Lucy had told me to look at the picture of Leila, I felt myself slipping down into the crack between reality and fantasy. One part of my brain knew it was Lucy, dressed-up for me, but still Lucy. Another part knew it was Dannie, come back for a job, and if I hadn't misinterpreted her meaning, offering herself in return.

'I realise you're probably fully staffed but apart from being good at my job I thought you liked having me around.' she said. 'I remember seeing you watching me, sometimes catching the look in your eyes, a very hungry look. That look always got me hot, you know, excited me, made me wet.'

She paused, waiting, expecting me to reply, but when I didn't, she added. 'I've always thought you a very attractive man and if I hadn't had such a violently jealous boy-friend I'd have come on to you. Well now he's gone, thank God, and if you still feel the way about me that I think you did before, well...'

When I had told Lucy that I had fantasised about Dannie I hadn't told the complete truth, had downplayed both the frequency and intensity of the fantasies I'd had during that period. For at least a year following the day she'd walked into my office for her initial job interview even Leila had sometimes been pushed into second place as my favourite fantasy girl.

At some time during each day that she had worked for me I'd feel my cock stirring as I caught sight of some part of her, a tempting length of leg, the exciting curve of her breasts or bottom, or just the sensual shape of her glossy lips.

More nights than I cared to admit to she'd been the last thing I'd thought of, masturbating as I pictured us doing all manner of incredible things to and with each other.

I had imagined just about every possible scenario, from a lengthy, almost romantic seduction, to instant, purely lustful passion. At different times we had each been either the hesitant, almost unwilling recipient of the other's attention, or the determined, not to be denied, aggressor. But one of the most frequently used situations, around which I had created a whole bank of fantasies, was her using me as merely her sexual plaything. Her on again, off again willingness to have sex with me driving me mad with jealousy and physical frustration.

Sometimes I consciously built one of those, taking time to slowly construct the scenario and sequence of events, gently playing with my cock and balls as I put the thing together piece by piece. Others came straight into my head, usually as a result of some small, quite innocent event during the day. Dannie might have been wearing some new, slightly more outrageous outfit, or at some stage glanced up from her work and simply caught my eye. Perhaps she had given me a small smile, or I had seen, or at least imagined I had seen a certain look in her eye. If I wasn't too preoccupied with what I was doing that could be quite enough to get me going, and many times I found myself sitting behind my desk wondering what to do about the raging erection that resulted from my subsequent imaginings.

During my innumerable fantasies we'd had sex or stroked, licked and sucked each other to the most incredible climaxes in every part of the building, from the basement car park to the actual roof. We'd done it in various parts of the office, in the lifts, on the fire stairs, and anywhere else I could think of.

In my mind I knew her body better than I did my own, I had fondled, licked and kissed every inch of her, and fucked her every way imaginable, many, many times. I had not only come in her pussy, arse and mouth, but had also sprayed it into or over every other part of her. During that time I could have filled a fairly large container with all the semen I'd ejaculated while thinking about Dannie.

So I guess it wasn't surprising that I reacted the way I did when Lucy/Dannie finally moved. She took just two small steps forward and I was finally sucked down by a whirlpool made up of all the thoughts I'd ever had about her.

I got up and moved forward too, slipping one arm around her shoulder and pulling her towards me, while the other went straight up under her skimpy skirt and cupped her arse. It was bare! I suddenly realised it couldn't be pantyhose she was wearing, but stockings, and what was even more exciting, she wasn't wearing any panties! The discovery added fuel to the fire the mere sight of her had lit inside me and as I felt my cock surge higher, I kissed her, hard, greedily. Kissing her lips, then her neck, her shoulder, at the same time digging my fingers into the crack between her arse cheeks.

As I held her tighter I felt her squirming herself against me, grinding her pelvis against the hard length of my already throbbing cock. 'Oh Mr. Saunders, I've wanted you for such a long time!' she gasped when we finally broke for air. 'And right now I need you, badly! Do it to me here, on your desk! I used to dream about that.'

She somehow broke from my arms, turned and swept the things on my desk to the far end. Having cleared a space she kicked off her shoes and pulled the top up over her head. Then hiking her skirt up to her waist, she sat on the edge, leaned back and spread her legs apart.

It all happened so quickly, one second I had her in my arms, was kissing her, the next, she was virtually naked, waiting for me to fuck her.

I stared at her, at first almost hypnotised by the fiery look in her eyes. Then I dragged mine away to look down at the lush, up-curving swell of her breasts, and saw that their dark red tips were already spiking. Looking lower I noticed that the stockings she was wearing were grip-tops, needing no suspender belt, the contrast between the black nylon and pale, creamy flesh making her thighs seem even longer, even sexier. Slowly following their line, my eyes were finally drawn up to where they joined, to her pussy, and saw that its outer lips were already puffy, glistening, she was just as aroused as I was.

She confirmed I was right when I started to undo the buttons down the front of my shirt and she told me not to waste time undressing. 'Just unzip your trousers.' she muttered breathlessly.

I felt I was being swept along on a tide of sheer animal-like lust that her appearance, behaviour and words were generating. But I still had enough presence of mind to realise that doing what she suggested might result in getting tender skin caught in the teeth of the zip, so rather than take that risk, I unbuckled and pushed my trousers and pants down to my knees.

'I always knew you'd have a big one.' she said as my cock sprang free. 'But that's even bigger than I imagined, it looks strong too. Now give it to me, I've waited a long time for this.'

As I moved between her legs she lifted them, wrapping them around my waist, and as she pulled me forward I felt her fingers closing around my cock, guiding it. I heard myself groan as the head slipped between those moistly clinging folds and her nylon clad thighs gripped me. Pushing forward, I felt waves of pleasure starting to course through me and paused to savour the intensity of the sensations her pussy was already giving me. But she allowed my only a few short seconds for that, then I felt her heels digging into me. 'Come on, don't muck about, I said give it to me!'

I did as she instructed and ended up fucking her more violently than I'd ever fucked any woman.

Initially I was driven not only by what I was feeling physically, but also the fact that I was finally relieving some of the accumulated lust that had built up during the creation of all those fantasies about Dannie. But in addition to those was also the effect her increasingly coarse language had on me. After the first dozen or so strokes she started saying things I'd never heard from a woman's mouth. Telling me - 'Ah yes, that's the cock I've been waiting for. Big, hot, and hard. Very, very big, and very, very hard!' Then - 'Now, really fuck me! Fuck my juicy cunt, fuck it good! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before.' And later, urging me on with - 'That's good, but now harder, deeper, faster! Split me right open with that gorgeous cock!'

Not surprisingly I had one of the fastest climaxes of my life. But what was even more surprising was the fact that she came just as quickly. It couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes before I felt the surge, then the immediate, scalding rush of erupting semen. I heard myself give a loud, guttural roar as I rammed my cock even deeper, then felt the first load exploding into her.

'Yesss! Oh yesss, more, give me more! Hose that stuff into my cunt! Flood it! Fill me!' she cried in a high-pitched, almost wailing voice as her legs and hands urged me to go still faster. And then, as I continued pistoning in and out, spouting a series of equally massive gouts into her, she suddenly screamed. 'Ooh, shit!!!' And I felt the first climactic wave hit and carry her high over the top.

At the same time I felt her cunt contracting tightly around my cock and the rhythmic spasms were so strong they triggered fresh waves of excitement. And although I'd pumped so much semen into her that I knew the reservoir must be drained, I also knew I still wasn't finished with her.

I continued pounding until I could tell from her less frenzied reactions that she was starting to wind down from her own orgasm, then, with a loud squelching sound, I pulled my cock out. As I withdrew she opened her eyes, they were still glazed and misty from the force of her response but she managed to give me a flicker of a smile. 'You were...' she started to say, but I wasn't ready to receive any compliments yet, I still had some fucking to do.

Her dreamy smile changed to a look of surprise when I took her by the waist and pulled her off the desk. I could only imagine her expression when I then turned her around and pushed her face down on to it, but from the eager way she spread her legs and lifted her arse I guessed it would be one of excited anticipation.

I couldn't believe the way I was feeling, nor the amount of sexual energy I somehow knew I still had available, and when I glanced down at my cock I was just as amazed to see the state it was in. Although I had just climaxed, it still looked enormous, and was still rock-hard. And then there was its colour. The shaft was blood red, gnarled with dark blue-black veins, and the head itself, which was hugely bloated, had turned an angry reddish purple. As the whole thing was also glistening from end to end with the thick coating of our co-mingled fluids it really looked more like something out of a horror story picture book than the penis I thought I knew so well.

'Dannie has done this too me.' I thought. 'It's Dannie's wanton display, and especially her crude and lascivious language that's done this. It's her actions, and reactions that have turned me into a lustful, sex-driven brute.

Girls who behave like that can be a danger to themselves. If she's allowed to go on like this she could end up with someone who doesn't have as much control of themselves as I do. She could get raped, or even more seriously hurt.

She's got to learn to control herself. She needs to be taught a lesson. What she needs is a good spanking!'

Spanking had never been something I had even fantasised about doing, but as I took that first swing, felt the palm of my hand connect with the firmness of her bottom, heard the loud smack, her suddenly indrawn breath, and felt my cock surge, I found myself looking forward to giving her a few more.

As spankings go, what I gave her probably rates pretty low on the list, but even so the rounded cheeks quickly turned pink, then a deeper, blush-red colour. At first she gave no more than a small gasp each time my hand landed but those soon turned to sharper cries, her body wriggling and writhing in response.

I quickly sensed that not only didn't she object to what I was doing but quite the opposite, it seemed I was actually rearousing her sexually. Realising that, I continued for longer than I otherwise would have and tried to heighten her response by changing the way I was doing it, interspersing a series of fast, quite light slaps with the occasional, delayed, but much sharper smack.

When I'd pushed her face down on to the desk she had automatically pulled her arms up over her head and so the sounds she was making were muffled. But as she got more excited, in between her gasps and meaningless cries I thought I could just make out the occasional word. 'Bad girl.' 'Naughty girl.' And, even less distinctly, but more disturbingly - 'Daddy.'




Lucy Ch. 16-20



Not wanting to leave her with a really sore bottom I began to ease off a bit, taking longer pauses between each smack, using those to take some of the sting out of her skin by firmly stroking it. As I ran my hand up and down over her the curve of her bottom my finger-tips sometimes slipped into the cleft between the cheeks of her arse and when I felt her react even more strongly to that I deliberately slid my fingers deeper, pushing them down into the swampy heat that lay between her legs.

At first I couldn't believe she could be so wet. Even allowing for the amount of semen I'd pumped into her, much of which would be oozing our again, she must have been producing even more fluid herself because her pussy was literally dripping.

Each time I slid my fingers down there, stirring the juices, more of its powerful scent was released, rising and filling my nostrils. The smell was intoxicating and as I breathed in more and more of it I felt my own already high level of excitement rising even higher, felt my cock quivering and jerking as it started to throb.

I knew I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have her again, if only to get rid of the tension and pressure that had built up inside me.

Looking down, at the firm, smoothly rounded globes of her arse, I was tempted to take her that way. I remembered the first time Lucy and I had done it, after the concert. It had been utterly fantastic! So tight that it had felt as though the skin was being stripped off my cock. The sensations so incredible I'd thought their intensity would drive me mad.

But then I saw my cock, it looked truly fiercesome and seemed to have become even more massive. When I recalled just how difficult it had been to get it into Lucy, even with all the lubricant I'd used, I wondered if it would be just too risky to try that with Dannie. But then I thought, my cock was as slick from her pussy juice as it had been from lubricant, and Dannie had obviously been wanting it roughly. So I decided that have me she would, this time that way, no matter how uncomfortable it might prove to be for her.

The moment she felt my hand slip down between the cheeks of her bottom and press them apart she must have known what I was about to do, and without showing any of the hesitation I had, she shifted her legs even wider and pushed herself flat down on to the desk.

Not giving either of us time to reconsider I wedged the head in the crack, using my thumbs to open her up, then pushed forward, forcing a low moan out of her as I drove the head inside. I paused for a moment, revelling in the sheer tightness of the fit, then pushed my throbbing cock steadily deeper. That first thrust was sheer bliss. The lining of her anal channel clung so tightly to my cock it felt as though I was having a second skin unpeeled, exposing the nerve endings and triggering a series of intense shock-waves of pleasure.

She gave a much louder, gasping groan as she felt the mass ploughing into her, and I saw the muscles in her shoulders and arms tensing, her clawed fingers gripping the desk as I stretched her wide open and she braced herself for what she knew was to come.

In spite of the tight fit and the blazing fire she had lit inside me, as I'd already come once I felt sure I would have better control of the second, not reach my climax so quickly, have time to savour the steady build-up to it. So, once my cock was fully embedded, my pelvis jammed hard up against her bottom cheeks, I held myself there, making a series of short, quick thrusting movements, digging the head as deep as I could get it.

She grunted as she felt it probing the depths of her, but to my delight, instead of jerking forward to escape it, she pushed herself back at me, apparently urging me to try to get even deeper still. That finally dispelled the last of my worries and taking a firm grasp of her hips I began to thrust in and out, using strong, much longer strokes.

Apart from a couple of small adjustments to her stance and an occasional gasp as my cock-head found a particularly sensitive spot, that time she remained quite still and silent, passively allowing me the use of her receptive body. And the sensations I was getting were so phenomenal that I soon found myself drifting off into a haze of sheer, self-indulgent, pleasure. Both my mind and body were being so swamped with such intense delights that for a while I don't think it really mattered whether it was Dannie, Lucy, or even some totally different woman's arse that was giving them to me.

I lost complete track of time and have no idea how long I fucked her for, but from time to time I glanced down. Noticing how wide I was stretching the tightly crinkled rim of her arse-hole. Watching my cock piston in and out. Seeing how the shaft shimmered as the light overhead reflected off the frothing juices coating it. But most of the time I had my eyes closed, only vaguely aware of the effort needed to keep thrusting, allowing my senses to wallow in the voluptuously blissful feelings I was experiencing.

But then, as though being forced to wake from a deep sleep, I suddenly felt myself being pulled back to reality. I immediately became aware of both a strong, and rapidly growing ache in the pit of my stomach, and a sharper, more bruising one in my balls as they slapped against the back of her thighs. Realising I was finally building towards my second climax I tightened my grip of her and began to increase the speed and power of my thrusting.

It was as though she had been patiently waiting for just that signal, had somehow allowed her own responses to remain dormant until she was sure I was going to be satisfied, but as she felt my tempo accelerating she came alive again.

While one hand seemed to tighten its grip of the desk-top, she pulled the other back, slipping it down beneath her. Then, just as I imagined she was starting to play with her clitoris, she began speaking again, and although it was the same voice as before and she used more of that disturbingly coarse language, I somehow knew that that time it was actually Lucy.

'Oh yes, you're going to come again, very soon now! I can feel your cock getting even bigger, getting ready to fire off more of your spunk. And I need it, my bum's so hot, it badly needs the same hosing down you gave my cunt.'

As they had before, the raw crudity of her words fanned the furnace that was blazing inside me and I felt my balls tightening and the throbbing pulse growing even stronger as she again urged me on.

'Fuck me harder! I want all you've got! Spread my arse, get your cock deeper!'

Changing my grip I did as she'd asked, forcing the cheeks of her arse wide apart and ramming my cock as deep as I could get it. Her response was virtually instantaneous, and as she cried out I felt her entire body flexing.

'Oh shit! I'm coming! I'm coming again Jack, don't stop, for God's sake don't stop now!'

I had no intention of stopping and even if for some incomprehensible reason I had wanted to, my body wouldn't have let me. I could feel the semen churning, feel my muscles tensing in readiness for the rapidly approaching crisis.

Her sounds suddenly became unintelligible again, no more than a series of expletives and gasping grunts, then just as I began to thrust even more forcefully I felt the first load surging up through my body. I heard myself give a loud roar as I rammed even harder and deeper, slamming myself against her arse as the first seething mass exploded out of my pounding cock.

As it began it actually felt as though her anus was tightening its already vice-like grip of the slippery pistoning shaft, adding even more strength to its pumping, our cries of mutual release blending as load after boiling load of semen spouted deep inside her.

As it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes since my first climax I couldn't believe I produced as much as I did, but unlike that time, when I finished I knew I was utterly drained, not only of semen but also of both need and energy. I collapsed forward on to her back, my racing heart pounding against my rib cage, and we stayed locked together, my slowly wilting cock still jammed up inside her long after both our bodies had stopped shuddering from the power of what we had experienced.

When we had regained our breath and a little of our composure I pulled out of her, suggesting she wait there while I fetched some paper towels from the toilet.

'There'll be quite a bit of stuff running back out of you.' I explained.

'You can say that again, and although I was pretty wet before we started and what you did produced a lot more, from what I felt when you came there's even more of it that's yours. And that's in both places.' She replied with a broad grin.

While in the toilet I gave my cock and balls a quick but thorough wash and as I did that I found myself wondering about the things I'd heard Lucy whispering. But deciding to leave any questions on that subject for another time, I went back to help her clean herself. She was sitting up on the edge of the desk and there was a dreamy, far away look on her face, but when she heard me returning it was replaced by a broad grin.

'That was utterly fantastic! You were so strong, I never thought you'd react so quickly, or as powerfully as that Jack. I think you liked my impersonation of Dannie. And you obviously had the hots for her, didn't you.'

'For a while, yes.' I admitted as I handed her the paper towel and she started wiping herself. 'But I never imagined her quite the way you made her, nor myself reacting the way I did. I'm sorry about the smacking, did I hurt you?' I added as I watched her carefully wiping off the mess that had started running down the insides of both legs.

I was surprised to see a faint flush colour her cheeks as she answered. 'No, no of course you didn't. It actually made me more excited. Though right then I didn't really need any more of that. Trying to imagine your reaction to me started getting me worked-up before I left home. Thinking about what we might do together on the way over here made me more so. Then on top of that was the way you actually reacted when you saw me.'

'You drove here in what you were wearing?' I asked as I continued staring down between her legs, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of her still pink and very puffy pussy and the stickily matted blonde curls above it.

'Yes.'

'I mean, well, without any underwear?'

'Oh I see. I knew from what happened in the gardens that you'd like that. I felt your reaction when your hand went up under my skirt, I thought your cock was going to burst through your trousers. But no, as I was on my own this time I kept them on for the trip over, I did think about leaving them off and if the skirt had been a bit longer I might have given it a try. I really got into the part I was playing, though I don't think I was fair to Dannie, I'm sure she was actually nothing like the way I made her.'

'I can't imagine her speaking the way you did.'

'I wasn't sure about that, but it seemed right at the time. I didn't offend you did I?' she added as she finished her clean up and, to my regret, slipped down off the desk and smoothed down her skirt.

'God no! It was fantastic hearing you say those things. It's just not something I've imagined before. But then neither was the smacking. I guess that like some other things that have already happened between us, we've both found out about bits of ourselves we haven't seen before.'

She paused and I got the impression she was going to say something else, but that she had changed her mind. 'Yes, there's always been a bit of an actress in me, I used to love dressing-up when I was a kid and I got a real kick out of pretending to be Dannie. But at the same time it's bit frightening isn't it, I mean, well what else is there that don't we know about ourselves?'

'We'll just have to wait and see. But it's fun searching, isn't it.' I added in a brighter tone.

'Yes it is, well it is with you, partly because I know that whatever we do I'll be perfectly safe with you Jack.'

'That's nice to hear Lucy.' I said as I slipped my arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her.

'You weren't planning on us going out while you are dressed like that were you?' I asked when we broke apart.

'No, that was all just a bit of subterfuge, to give me time to go home and change, and to be sure all your staff had gone before I got here. Now, we'd better put the things back where they were on your desk.' She said when we broke apart. Adding with a cheeky grin. 'We don't want them wondering what you get up to after they've gone.'

'Tomorrow is another university day, isn't it?' I asked in response to a sudden thought.

'Yes Jack, why?'

'Well we now have two cars here. Instead of taking them both home separately, if you could drop me off in the morning I'll leave mine down in the car-park, you can drive us home in yours.'

'Of course I can drop you off, any time you like Jack.'

With that settled and once we had rearranged things on my desk and were ready to leave she reached for her bag. Having fumbled around inside it for a moment she took out a pair of lacy black panties, and although I knew how sexy she would look wearing them something urged me to say.

'You won't really need those just to go home, will you?'

'Would you like me to leave them off?' she answered quizzically.

'Oh yes please.'

She gave me an understanding smile and said, 'OK, but first we'd better find a towel or something to put on the seat, there's still plenty of your semen sloshing about inside me and I don't want to stain the upholstery.'

I found a clean drying-up cloth in the tea-room and we headed for the lift. During the short trip down I couldn't resist the opportunity that gave us for another of those loving kisses, and at the same time to slip my hand up under her skirt for a more lascivious feel of what was beneath it. From the strength of her immediate reaction I felt sure she was getting just as much pleasure from making herself available to me as I was from exploring what she was offering, and that like me, she was a bit disappointed when the lift stopped and the door opened.

Having doubled and spread the towel on the car seat she slid in, and even when she'd settled herself I saw that the skirt was so short it left the dark welt of her stockings and a thin slice of her creamy thighs in full view. Even though all that we had just done together had completely drained me I found the sight, coupled with the thought that beneath the skirt she was naked, extremely arousing, and Lucy must have guessed something of what was going on inside my head because as we drove off she said.

'Do you know what I'd like us to do one evening?'

'What?'

'Go somewhere where's there's not too much traffic, both of us take some of our clothes off, and drive around like that. Does that sound too weird for you?'

'Far from it.'

'You can do the driving, and while you do that I could do something for us, one hand for you, and one for me. Does that sound nice?'

'So long as there was eventually somewhere to park.'

'So we could do it on the back seat!' she interjected, reaching across and giving my thigh a firm squeeze as she added. 'That's an even better idea. We do think alike, don't we.'

She was silent for a while, then with a slightly more hesitant tone to her voice, said. 'I've had another thought, but I'm not sure how you'll feel about this idea.'

'All your ideas have been fantastic so far Lucy.' I replied encouragingly.

'Well say so if you don't like it, I mean if you think it's going to spoil your fantasies of Dannie. But how about we sometimes use my impersonation of her for special things.'

'Special things, what do you mean?'

'Well, for when we're feeling really raunchy, when we want to try something different. Do you know what I mean?'

'You mean for when we want to explore those parts of us we don't know about, or perhaps find a bit embarrassing to talk about? Like the way we both found we enjoyed me smacking you?'

'Yes, well, that sort of thing.'

'I think it's great idea Lucy.'

'You wouldn't mind us using the memories of Dannie that way?'

'Lucy, they're not memories, they were fantasies, not memories. Dannie and I never did anything together. Of course we can use the idea of her that way. As I said, I think it's a great idea.'

'Oh good.' she said happily. 'Now I'll have to go and do a bit of shopping, for things she might wear, that'll be fun.'

'Taking them off will be even better.' I replied.

She chuckled and said. 'You didn't even have to do that this time, you had it all laid out on a plate for you.'

'You can pop yourself in my in-tray anytime you like, whether you're being yourself, or Dannie, or Leila.'

'Oh of course, I'd forgotten Leila, that gives me three to play with. This is going to be fun.'

'I just hope I have the strength to keep up with you.' I replied.

She fell silent for a while and I was left with my own, whirling thoughts. Not just the memories of the feelings she had aroused, and the incredible thrills we had shared. But also what I had done and what had been going through my head at different times. The smacking I had given her, and the thought I'd had just before fucking her the second time seemed to confirm the ideas I had been wrestling with on other occasions. Even if in my mind the woman wasn't Lucy but some other, some quite imaginary woman, my thoughts and actions seemed to confirm my capability for at least a little unnecessary roughness.

But even as she had before, Lucy was again more than willing, in fact this time she had been the instigator, had prompted and encouraged most of my actions. And then what was I to make of those muffled mutterings I'd heard. 'Bad girl! Naughty girl!' And most confusing of all. 'Daddy!' What might have been going through Lucy's head was in some ways even more disturbing than what had been going through my own.

At some time we would have to talk through what we learning about ourselves and about each other. Some time, but not right then, I decided. I would have to pick a time when Lucy was in the mood to share things that she might not yet be willing, or perhaps even able to do.

But then I had a sudden flash of completely unrelated thought. I could understand what had prompted it, but simply couldn't imagine how I could possibly have forgotten the small parcel for so long. Lucy's mention of the word shopping, coupled with the memory of the way she had looked when she'd first hoisted herself up on to my desk, the way her naked pussy had been made even more arousing by the grip-top stockings, must have been what had triggered it. But how could I have forgotten the third purchase I had made in the lingerie shop, the crotchless pantyhose?

When we got home Lucy headed straight for the bath-room and I took that opportunity to retrieve the small package from where I had left it, handing it to her when she reappeared and saying. 'It's from the same place, but a bit more practical than the other little gifts were.'

'Oh Jack you shouldn't.' she said as she undid the wrapping, then I saw a look of slightly disappointed confusion appear on her face. 'Pantyhose? Thank you very much, but why did you buy them?'

'Look a bit closer, check the description.' I said with a grin.

I watched as her eyes ran down through the printing, then saw her smile and she looked up with a cheeky twinkle in her eyes. 'Gusset-less! I didn't even know they made such things!' she exclaimed as she opened one of the packets, took out the filmy nylon and then carefully slipped her hand down inside.

'You clever, clever man.' she said excitedly when she spread her fingers and saw the opening. 'These will certainly come in handy, won't they.' she added, giving me a knowing smile.




Lucy Ch. 21-25



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.



Chapter 21

The Feel of Nylon

Following that initial success with the pantyhose, and what I had said about liking the feel of the nylon against my skin, Lucy was keen to find out just how effective they could be in spicing-up our sex life.

The first time was just a few days after the event at the cinema. We were both at home, Lucy was studying and I had come home early afternoon to finish off a client's presentation, doing it there to escape the interruptions that would have been unavoidable at the office. I knew it would have been even more difficult to concentrate on the work if I had tried sharing the study with Lucy, so spread my stuff out over the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

Her timing was impeccable, I was actually in the process of gathering the corrected papers together when the intercom went. 'Hello! Hello Jack, are you there?'

'I certainly am.' I replied. 'Are you ready for some tea?'

'On top of everything else the man's a mind-reader.'

'I'm just about done. Shall I bring it there?'

'No darling, I've got books and notes scattered all over the place, I won't finish this today so I'd rather leave them like this until tomorrow. I'll meet you in the lounge-room, give me fifteen minutes.'

Having put my papers away I brewed the tea, put some biscuits on a plate and took the tray through to lounge-room, putting it down on the coffee table in front of the leather sofa.

Yet again I hadn't really taken too much notice of what she was wearing when I'd come home, but I think my impression was that it had been jeans and a light coloured top. But when she joined me as I could see no reason why she would have changed, I convinced myself my memory was wrong. She was actually wearing a denim skirt, quite a long one, coming to well below her knees, with large, silver buttons running all the way down the front. And with that, a black skivvy and stockings.

Instead of joining me on the sofa she sat in the arm-chair opposite me, then as she leaned forward to take the tea and a couple of biscuits she asked me how my work had gone.

I told her everything looked fine for the meeting and asked her about her progress. She spoke enthusiastically about what she was doing, then having finished her tea she said she had an idea on which she would like my opinion, crossing her legs as she settled back in the chair.

Until then I hadn't realised that some of the buttons at the bottom of her skirt weren't fastened but that became obvious when, as she swung one leg over the other, the lower part of the skirt fell aside, leaving a more than tempting length on view.

'You know that each year we have to do a major project, outside of the actual study curriculum, well I've been thinking about doing something on erotic art. I mean you have so much on the subject, it's a massive resource I could use. I've been thinking about perhaps doing something that illustrates the way the art reflects some of the changes that take place in society. What do you think Jack?'

'It sounds like an excellent idea to me darling, and it's something I could actually help you with, at least to do some of the researching. But you would have to get your tutor's agreement first wouldn't you?'

'Oh yes, I'll need to do a one page outline for her. But I don't think there would be any problem, they're not that fussy about what the subject is, it's more a question of how much work you put into it.'

'I'll certainly help you wherever I can, but I'm not sure I'm the one to make you keep your nose to the grindstone, especially if we are going to be working on that kind of subject.' I added with a grin.

'I'll just have to be very conscientious, but with all the help you are giving me, I mean financially, I can use the time you are at the office to really good effect.'

'So some interruptions will be allowed at other times?'

'Some.' she replied with a giggle. 'But if you think the basic idea is good what other thoughts do you have as to the actual project? I need some alternative ideas as to how to best use the material'

I suggested that the first thing we needed to do was to spend some time going over what I actually had in the library, which was quite extensive and most of which she hadn't even seen yet. I gave her a quick summary of how some covered different periods and styles, some were more concerned with the actual activities, and mentioned a couple that actually dealt with some of the social and historical aspects. Then I remembered a book I had very nearly bought for myself a year or so previously.

'We need to pay Morris a visit.'

'Who or what is Morris?'

'A true bibliophile, an old friend of mine, he has a book shop with a large antiquarian section and many of mine have come either from there or through his contacts in the book world. There was one I very nearly bought a while ago, a collection of monographs on erotica in the visual arts; it might give you a different slant on the subject.'

'If you think it would be useful Jack. But even if he doesn't have that one he sounds a useful contact, and I love good book shops.'

That agreed I went on to suggest a few different ways she could think about approaching her project. She listened attentively to what I was saying, occasionally asking a pertinent question, but, knowing it was a pet subject of mine and she could see how quickly the idea had caught my imagination, most of the time just letting me continue speaking.

And as it wasn't often that I got the chance to talk to someone about it I guess I did rattle on a bit. So, because I was so involved in what I was talking about, and was maintaining steady eye contact with Lucy, it was some time before my brain registered something else. Although she was obviously concentrating on taking in everything I was saying, at the same time, perhaps quite unconsciously, she seemed to be idly stroking her leg.

At first I tried to ignore the small movement of her hand, but like an itch, the more I tried to do that the more urgent became the need to properly see what was happening. And when I did finally glance down I saw I was right, but not only that, I was sure I could see more of her legs than I had when she had first crossed them. They not only seemed to be more loosely crossed, but her skirt seemed to have fallen further apart, as though a few more button had come undone. Unless my memory was playing tricks, when she first settled back I had been able to see just a little way above her knees, but it seemed that in that one brief glance I had been able to see nearly half way up each darkly stockinged thigh.

Then of course I simply had to verify what I thought I had seen, so took another, longer look. I had been right, the skirt had fallen much further apart, and I could see at least half way, in fact maybe a little further.

Until then I had been speaking with my usual fluency but that facility suddenly deserted me. I heard myself stuttering, fumbling for words that normally flowed quite readily, and the theme of what I had been saying now seemed elusive. I could almost feel the conflict going on in my brain as it tried to deal with two diametrically opposed subjects; handling the detail of Lucy's proposed thesis, and the actuality and implications of what I had seen.

What made that more difficult were the thoughts the latter was generating. Thoughts of how it would feel if it were my fingers doing the stroking. Thoughts of how much more of her legs there was yet to see and the strong, almost urgent desire I had to see that. Then the even more disturbing thoughts of what lay even higher up.

And adding yet another layer of complexity was the reaction I could feel going on down between my own legs, where I could already feel my cock slowly lengthening and filling.

Maintaining the flow of what I had been talking about became even more difficult when I saw her skirt slip yet a little further apart, and using that as an excuse I gave up the pretence and fell silent, openly staring at the slowly expanding display Lucy was providing for me.

I have no idea why, or what prompted it, but I was suddenly reminded of our second evening, when I had telephoned her, when we'd had what I believe is called phone sex.

But even as the memory of what we had done came rushing back Lucy was continuing to build the tension in the air between us, making small, but incremental changes to what she was doing. Her finger-tips slowly moving up and down the increasing length of leg and thigh, their movements only stopping when she undid yet another button on her skirt. And as she worked her way higher she gradually changed her position in the chair, as she had in the cinema, laying further back and slipping her bottom further forward on the seat.

But even so, and although her legs were only loosely crossed, because they were it was quite a long time before I was able to confirm what I had begun to suspect. It was only when she had finally undone the last button, and she uncrossed and spread her legs out in front of her that I saw she was again wearing the pantyhose.

I suppose I took the movement as an invitation and like a bee drawn to a honey-pot I started to get up to go across to her.

'No, stay there for a bit Jack, but get your things off, let me see you too.' she said.

The one disadvantage of what we had done in the cinema was that it had given me no opportunity to see her. That had of course been quite impossible in the darkened interior, and then the very last thing on my mind when we'd gone into the toilets. But right then I could, and the sight was even more exciting than all that had gone on before.

With my eyes focusing on just the lower half of her body the scene took on an air of unreality, as though it wasn't Lucy's legs I was looking at, but those of a surrealistic embodiment of some all too physically perfect negress.

Her legs were impossibly long, slenderly shaped, with firm, sensually rounded thighs. There were no unsightly blemishes or puckering, just perfectly smooth lines from the tips of her toes to her waist. And adding to the eroticism of that illusion was the fact that the entire area of the almost jet black skin had a brightly glistening sheen, looking as though it had been oiled. And then, at the apex of those legs, surrounded by an expanse of that impossibly smooth, completely hairless skin, was her pink, succulently pouting sex.

While I was staring and struggling to get my clothes off her fingers had continued their slow but steady upward progress. And, as though she had been keeping pace with me, as I finally cast my trousers and briefs aside, they began lightly stroking the outer lips of her pussy.

I watched, feeling my freed and still hardening cock growing bigger as my excitement rose and blood pounded more strongly through my veins. And when finally I tore my eyes away from that lasciviously stirring sight and glanced up, I saw Lucy was staring down at my crotch just as intently as I had been watching hers.

'Touch it, stroke it, let me watch you doing it to yourself Jack.' she whispered, looking up and giving me a tight-lipped smile.

Again I willingly did as she'd asked, curling one hand under my balls and gently rolling them, and using the other to slowly stroke up and down the still lengthening and expanding shaft.

We continued like that for quite some time, each pleasuring ourselves, yet each exciting the other in the process. I didn't have to look down to know exactly how my cock was responding, and even if I had been deprived of the physical sensations coursing up from it I only had to glance up at Lucy's face to monitor it. As it got bigger the smile faded and her eyes grew larger. Then, as though she was seeing it for the first time, the expression on her face changed, first to one of almost awed surprise, then to one of barely contained, excited anticipation.

But even though I was in one way enjoying the strangeness of the situation at the same time there was a growing yearning inside me. As I watched her fingers, stroking, dipping down into the increasingly moist honey-pot, I wished it was mine, or better still, my tongue that was doing that.

So I was thrilled and delighted when, as though she had been reading my mind, she stopped, dropping one hand down beside her and beckoning to me with the other. I eagerly got up and went across, then knelt down between her outstretched legs, looking up into her darkly misted eyes for a moment, before bending and pressing my mouth gently against her waiting pussy.

As I began to slowly lick her she lifted her legs, but not, as I first thought, to give me even easier access, but to use them to further heighten my own excitement by stroking me with them. The feel of the sheer nylon began sending tingling sparks through my body as they brushed up and down against my flanks. And on top of all that had gone before, the combination of that, plus the always headily intoxicating scent of her arousal quickly sent the pressure inside me sky-rocketing.

When I began licking her I had slipped my hands underneath her, lifting her slightly so I could probe deep between her pussy-lips. But when she felt the shivering tremors that were running through my body increasing in strength she reached down and firmly pushed them back out. 'Put them behind you love.' she whispered throatily, then added. 'And do it to me more quickly now.'

I had no idea why she had moved my hands but I did it, grasping them tightly behind myself. But I certainly knew the other thing she wanted me to do, and began to flick her swollen clitoris, at first using just the tip, then as her responses grew stronger, licking it as fast as my flattened tongue would go.

It was only then that I discovered she had asked me to move my arms out of the way so she could further stimulate me more directly. Somehow she managed to bend her legs and reach her feet down beneath me and finding my cock, then she slipped one foot forward under my already tightly swollen balls, and began stroking the other up and down the straining length of the shaft.

The tingling thrills she had given me with her legs were insignificant compared to those I got from her doing that with her nylon clad feet. By then my cock was so sensitive that each movement sent a super-charged shock-wave of pleasure coursing through me, and it took every ounce of self-control to keep licking her. But then, when my tongue finally triggered off the start of her climax the contractions made the movements of her legs and feet both jerkier and stronger and that forced grunts of surprised excitement from me.

Somehow, I managed to keep going, ignoring the rising pressure inside myself as I concentrated on what I was doing for Lucy. But once her initial peak had passed, even though my flashing tongue continued sending waves of pleasure rippling through the rest of her body she did get much better control of the movements of her feet. Curling them so she had my cock trapped tightly between the curves of both insteps, then pushing them back and forth.

The sensations caused by having the nylon grazing against my cock were truly amazing, it seemed as though there were fireworks going off inside me, and although the movements she could make in that awkward position were limited, I quickly felt the familiar churning surge. And with that all my previous self-control evaporated, it didn't matter that it was her feet and not her pussy that was gripping my cock, I simply began thrusting.

I don't think that Lucy had really had any idea of just how excited she had got me, and certainly had no idea of just how close I was to climaxing. When she felt what I was doing she automatically pressed her feet more tightly together, but of course that increased both the friction and the intensity of the thrills I was getting. And as by then my cock had become super-sensitised the sensations were so powerful that just a few moments later I felt my balls tightening and then the start of the unstoppable rush.

'Oh no, not yet!' she cried as she felt my upper body arching upwards and the rest of it pushing my cock more forcefully back and forth between her nylon clad feet.

But there was nothing I could do to hold it back, the churning pressure had simply reached its critical level, and I heard myself give a loud, guttural grunt as my cock pumped out the first of a series of massive gouts of semen.

'Phew! I'm sorry darling, but then that wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind.' she said, dropping her legs when she felt sure my cock had finished spurting.

'What for?' I replied as I sucked gulps of fresh air deep into my lungs.

'For not remembering last time, what happened when I was wearing the tights. For not realising what was happening to you, not recognising you were so close. That couldn't have been very good for you.'

'I'm not complaining darling, you have very clever feet.' I said with a low chuckle.

'I didn't start out with the intention of actually getting you off, I just wanted to see if I could get you worked-up that way.'

'Well now you know you can. Very, very successfully. Yet another plus for the pantyhose.' I added, pushing myself up to my feet. 'Stay there, I'll get us a couple of towels, and there's a bit of a mess to clean up down here too.' I said looking down at the dollops of semen on the carpet.

'We do seem to leave an incriminating trail wherever we go, don't we.'

'And hopefully we'll continue to do so for a very, very long time my darling.' I said, bending to give her a kiss before going to get towels and a damp sponge.

Having given my cock and balls a quick wash I put on a bath robe, then while I cleaned up the mess I had made on the carpet Lucy wiped herself dry. 'I still can't get over just how quickly you climaxed Jack. I mean you didn't get that much physical stimulation, you normally last much, much longer than that when we are making love.'

'Oh I think it was a combination of things Lucy.' I replied as I sat back down on the sofa. 'The slow, tantalising way you started was incredibly arousing, made me feel as though I was sneaking a look at something I shouldn't, if you know what I mean. Then when you fully unbuttoned your skirt and I could see everything, that was fantastic, I mean literally. In those pantyhose, from the waist down you looked like some sort of fantasy woman. Seeing you like that, and watching you caressing yourself, got me really excited. And what you did with your feet was totally unexpected of course. But again it was the nylon that was the final straw, I don't know what it is about the feel of it, but it certainly works.'

'The thrill of the unexpected, the unfamiliar, the exotic. Similar to how we both reacted to what we did in the cinema. And a milder version of how I felt when you tied me down. But what did you mean by me looking like a fantasy woman?'

I explained the thoughts that the pantyhose had prompted, the surreal appearance they had given her. She smiled when I told her the thoughts I'd had about the colour. 'So you really are into xenerotica, first Leila and now a negress, I wonder what other races turn you on.' she said.

'Xenerotica?'

'Being sexually aroused by the foreign, xenophobia, xenerotica, see.'

'Oh of course, silly of me.'

'Don't worry I hadn't heard of it before, I came across it in something I was reading the other day, in one of your books actually. But there might be something to the racial thing, is it something you've been conscious of before?'

'Not specifically, I mean I find some racial appearance more attractive than others. But I don't think I've ever found a woman attractive just because of her race, if that's what you mean. What about you?'




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'I'm probably the same. Watching some fantastic black athlete can get me turned-on, but I certainly wouldn't react that way to just any negro. In a case like that it's the combination of athleticism and colour.'

'I feel so bloody inadequate!' I said almost angrily.

'Inadequate! What on earth do you mean Jack?'

'Well, all the things you do for me, and what can I do in return? Nothing! There's no way I could make you think for even one moment that I was a black athlete, for instance.'

She giggled, then got up and came over to sit beside me. 'Don't even try anything like that Jack. For one thing you don't have to, and for another, we might never get the dye off the carpet.' she said with an amused grin as she took my hands in hers.

'I've told you, I love playing a part. It's not just for you, it's for me too, it satisfies that streak of exhibitionism in me.' she said in a more serious tone. 'And knowing I can excite you is a fantastic turn-on. Seeing you get physically aroused, watching your cock growing into the magnificent thing it turns into, then watching you come, and knowing its me that's done all that, gives me the most incredible feelings. Even if you haven't done anything for me in return, which is hardly ever the case.' she added.

'So please, whenever we do something that's a bit different, even if you start to think I'm being left out of things, push those thoughts aside and just enjoy what's happening to you. I can assure you that whatever it is that I'm doing is what I actually want to do.'

'Well when you put it like that I feel better. But all the same...'

'Shsh.' she said, silencing the rest of whatever I was about to say by turning my head and pressing her lips to mine.

There was no doubt in my mind about the sincerity behind what Lucy had said, nor the loving passion in her kiss, so I cleared my mind of the concerns I'd had and returned her kiss, with interest.

And of course, as it always seemed to do with Lucy and I, in time, one thing inevitably led to another.

For quite a long time we were both quite content to just sit there kissing, sometimes doing no more than gently nibbling at each other's neck or ears. And as we kissed our hands roamed, almost lazily stroking and caressing each other. But in time those little kisses became stronger, our tongues began snaking into each other's mouth, and what had been no more than lazy caresses became more searching.

And when they did so Lucy quickly disposed of my bath-robe while I did the same with her skirt and top, but as though by some unspoken agreement neither made any attempt to get her pantyhose off. Then, some time later, without a word being said by either of us, we both made the same moves, ending up side by side and head to toe, in the classic sixty-nine position.

Once settled comfortably neither was again in any hurry. Even though what we were doing to each other soon made her pussy decidedly wet I could tell Lucy was in a mood to let me lie there kissing, licking and gently sucking her pussy for as long as I wanted or was able to. And for myself, apart from the delightful nibbling sucks she was giving my cock and balls, I had the exciting scent of her pussy in my nostrils, plus the feel of her nylon clad thighs pressing against my face.

Not surprisingly it wasn't long before I had developed another erection, but Lucy was so careful in the way she licked and stroked it that although the thrills I got from that were strong they were not accompanied by the usual feelings of a growing urgency. So each in our own way revelled in the experiences we were sharing, and for a long, long time we were both more than happy to continue giving and receiving those pleasures.

Although I had been aware of Lucy's steadily increasing wetness, as she had given no other indication of a rising need I was somewhat surprised when she made a move. 'You said you wanted to do something for me, well now you can darling.' she said softly as she slid off the sofa and turned me on to my back.

'Let's see if you can do that magical thing you do to my breasts.' she said as she got up and straddled me, her knees pressing against my thighs as she positioned herself. 'And as I've told you, nobody else has ever been able to do that for me.' she added as she reached beneath herself to steady by cock before lowering her pussy down on to the rigid length of it.

Even though Lucy had been careful about how much direct stimulation she had given it my cock had still become so sensitive that the feel of her moistly tight pussy pushing down it was incredible. 'No, stay quite still please darling.' she said, pressing down on my stomach when she felt my hips thrusting it higher. 'You concentrate on these.' she added as she took my hands and lifted them to her breasts.

Of course I was more than happy to do as she asked, the feel of their warm firmness, the softly silky skin and always responsive nipples, never failed to thrill me. And fondling them while having my cock fully embedded in her welcoming pussy just made those thrills even stronger.

As my fingers closed around her breasts she slid her hands behind herself, then gripping my knees for support, she leaned back, tightening them, and so, or at least so I thought, increasing their sensitivity to what I was doing for her. But a few minutes later I discovered that hadn't been the only reason for the move.

As I had previously discovered that she responded most strongly when I did something different to each, then alternated back and forth, that's what I did, stroking one breast quite lightly while fondling and squeezing the other more firmly. Her nipples quickly became engorged, then stiffened, and as she began to make little sighing gasps of increasing pleasure, I felt her start to move her hips and pelvis.

At first the movements were intermittent and seemed uncoordinated, and although each one sent a ripple of delight back from my cock I thought they were no more than her body's automatic reactions to what I was doing for her. But as her responses to my caresses grew stronger I felt the movements become more definite and far more controlled. Sometimes they were just back and forth, sometimes she rotated her pelvis, but then she continued using one or other of those while also slowly pushing herself up and down 

Until then, although the sensations I had been enjoying had been strong, they had mainly been in my head, verging on the aesthetic. But what Lucy had started doing to me as her own arousal grew stronger immediately re-fired my own, much more basic instincts. If it hadn't been for the fact that she had told me to remain still I would have immediately picked up the rhythm of her movements and begun pushing my hips up to meet her. But although it took an increasing amount of self-control not to do so I remained motionless, concentrating on what my hands and fingers were doing to her breasts.

And I could tell from the growing strength of her reactions that I was doing exactly what she had asked me to. Her breasts had become much tighter and both nipples were darkly swollen, then quickly turned into hard jutting spikes. Her face was by then both flecked with tiny beads of perspiration and flushed, the stain slowly spreading down her neck. Her breathing was much shorter, each one making a sharper, more pronounced gasping sound. And her movements had become both quicker and far more determined, and so of course for me, even more effective.

'Oh darling! Oh Jack!' she suddenly cried. 'You've done it! I'm going to come. Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming!' she added a few seconds later as she jammed herself down and ground her pelvis against mine.

I felt her pussy tightening, and then as her contractions began, felt its grip flexing, kneading the entire length of my by then strongly throbbing cock. Then even when she began moving again she somehow managed to continue that flexing grip, so as she rose and fell, although each was quite small, it felt as though I was having a powerful suction applied to it.

And after everything we had already done to each other the combination of her rhythmic grip and that apparent suction quickly sent the pressure inside me up to, and then beyond boiling point. I felt the churning rush, then no longer able to control my body's reactions, gave a loud, guttural grunt as I thrust high, literally spearing her with my straining, rock-hard cock.

I don't know whether the force of it actually caused her cry of pleasure-pain, but that precisely coincided with the first scalding blast of semen my cock fired deep into the recesses of her spasming cunt. And even if the force of my reaction had caused her some pain, she had obviously got even more pleasure from it because as my hips thrust the exploding mass upwards again and again, she vigorously pounded herself down on to it.

We continued long after both had finished our individual climaxes, almost as though we were reluctant to let go of either each other or the passion we shared. Her tightly gripping pussy kept my cock almost fully engorged, and my hands and fingers continuing to stimulate her still swollen breasts until we were both virtually exhausted.

'I think that made up for last time.' she said breathlessly when she finally pulled my hands down and then lifted and rolled herself off me.

'I told you not to feel that way, what you did was awesome, you can do that any time you like my darling. But of course if you do, and then still feel the same way, you can give me a repeat of what we've just done too.' I replied with a grin.

'Greedy boy!' she replied with a laugh. 'But we are good together aren't we.' she added in a more loving tone.

'Not good my darling, brilliant. You are by far the very best thing that has ever happened to me.'

'And you for me.' she replied, leaning over and giving me a kiss. 'But after all that I need a shower.'

'Good idea. You take the en-suite, I'll use the bath-room. Then a drink and some food.'


Chapter 22

Baring All

Having showered, changed and prepared our evening meal we sat down to eat, both physically sated and more than happy just enjoying each other's company. I had opened a bottle of wine and as we ate and sipped it we talked. Mainly we talked about the ideas Lucy was developing for her proposed thesis, and then arrived at a time that would be convenient for both of us to pay a visit to Morris to see what other material he might have.

But then Lucy asked if I minded talking a bit more about what had happened earlier, to try to explain the strength of my reaction to her wearing the pantyhose.

'I have been trying to explain it to myself darling.' I replied. 'In fact I have been thinking about it on and off since what happened in the cinema, and then even more seriously while I was having a shower. It's complex, but in the simplest terms I can think of, it comes down to three words, amenability, availability and accessibility.

You have to remember that I have never known anyone like you, I mean apart from all the other truly wonderful things about you, I have never known anyone so, well so sexually receptive. I know that's putting it very coldly, but words seem to fail me when I think about you darling.' I added apologetically.

She reached across the table and rested her hand on mine. 'I know what you mean, so please go on.'

'Well as I have never known anyone so, well so enthusiastic to have sex with me, things that might previously have been merely titillating become a serious turn-on, if that makes sense.'

'I think I understand.'

'Well when I found out that you were wearing them I knew you were, to use the words I just did, amenable and available for sex, and even more importantly, that your body was accessible. Do you see?'

'Of course, like the way you reacted in River Gardens, when you found out I had taken my panties off.'

'Yes, exactly like that. But there's something else too.'

'What?'

'Well it doesn't account for what happened earlier, but it does for what happened to me in the cinema, and in River Gardens too. It was, well I can only describe it by saying that it was a secret, a secret you were sharing with just me. Nobody else knew, to them you looked, well normal, I mean normally dressed. Only I knew you were wanting me, ready for me, and even more importantly, had made yourself accessible for me.'

'I can understand that too, and you can be sure I'll remember the effect it can have on you.' She added with a low chuckle. 'But what is it about the feel of them?'

'Oh that's quite different, and I think much easier to explain. I mean think about your own reaction when you put on something made from some really fine material, or the way you react when I stroke your skin. That's a purely physical response to something that feels good, especially if what's touching you is different in some way. Fur, silk, a feather, for instance, they all generate sensual feelings don't they.'

'True, though I usually giggle if it's a feather.'

'That depends when and where the feather is touching you I think you'll find.' I answered with a grin.

'Maybe, that's an idea for us to try sometime.'

'I'll keep it in mind. But getting back to the nylons, I think that's what it was. And the fact that it was your feet just added to the excitement, because that was something completely different to any experience I'd ever had.'

'Yes our reactions to something can depend on the time and situation can't they? Something that might normally be frightening or painful, can at another time be exciting. Like the way I reacted when you unexpectedly smacked me.' she added.

Her comment suddenly brought back to mind something else, something I had in many ways until then purposely avoided raising with her. But right then I couldn't imagine there being a better time to do so. 'On that subject, can I ask you a very personal question?'

She could tell from the change in my tone of voice that what I was going to ask was in some way more serious than what we had until then been saying to each other and she paused before answering, then surprised me by saying. 'I think I know what it is Jack, but yes, go ahead.'

'When you were playing at being Dannie, when I smacked your bottom, you muttered things.'

'You mean stuff like 'naughty girl, bad girl'?'

'Yes, that's right.'

'There is a bit of a story there. Top my glass up first please, Jack.'

I thought she might need a little time to collect her thoughts but having taking another small sip of wine, she began straight away.

'I've already told you we lived in a country town, where my father was, still is actually, the representative for a large stock and station agent company. He's now a regional manager, but apart from a lot of extra paper-work he still does essentially the same sort of thing, buying and selling stuff to farmers of various sorts. He is an absolutely typical country-man, and fits all the preconceived ideas people have of that. Very conservative, self-reliant, and in many ways, totally autocratic.'

She had been staring into the wine glass as she spoke, but she suddenly looked up, looking me straight in the eye as she said. 'He and I have a classic love, hate relationship. I suppose deep down there is all the normal father-daughter love, but after more than a few hours together we row. Unlike my two brothers I just can't accept his idea that I should do what he says, and never have been able to.'

She looked down again, taking another small sip of wine before continuing. 'Well when I was about nine or ten. Oh I should explain that Dad was as organised in having children as he is in everything else. He believed in two year separations in age for some reason, so there is almost precisely two years between each of the three of us, I'm the youngest of course. He probably stopped when he found he could have daughters as well as sons.' she added with a wry grin. 'Anyway, so when I was about ten my brothers were about twelve and fourteen. And it all started with his car.'

She took another sip from the glass then hurried on. 'Driving in country towns is not like in the city, learning to drive is not so much a rite of passage as it is a necessity. All kids learn to drive, most of them tractors and trucks as well as cars. Apart from anything else it means that if they are out somewhere on the property with their dads and something happens, they're able to go for help. So by that age my oldest brother was already a quite competent driver and the younger one was well on the way to becoming one.

But of course as far as Dad was concerned daughters were a different matter. Unlike my brothers, who had probably been sitting on his knee and holding the steering wheel since they were four or five, I had never been allowed anywhere near it.

I don't really know how it came about the way it did, he normally never, ever left the keys in the ignition, I think he must have come home for something and been in such a hurry that for once he just forgot. As luck would have it I was outside doing something, wondered why he had come home at such an odd time and then gone across to where the car was standing.

The engine was running and the door was open, as though waiting for me.' she said quietly. 'So of course I got in. I didn't look around to see if anyone was watching, I just got in. I don't know whether I was trying to help by moving the car for Dad, or whether I was simply proving I could actually do stuff that my brothers could, but from watching them I knew enough about gears and brakes to move the right things. I also knew about accelerators and my legs were long enough to reach that, so as the engine was already running, the moment I released the brake and put the car in Drive, it took off.

I don't know why but I don't think I had actually expected that to happen, anyway, I panicked. I forgot all about the brake, the steering wheel and suddenly it was as though the car was standing still and it was the corner of the house moving. It was coming straight at me, and then it hit, and even though the car couldn't have been going more than five kilometres and hour I felt all my teeth rattle.

I must have tried to steer away at the last second, though I don't remember doing that, anyway it was the front wheel that hit the house, and of course all the body-work above it. But it's the noise I remember best, it sounded like some enormous beast was tearing up all the metal in the world. It seemed I had never heard anything so loud, and it kept ringing in my ears, blotting out everything else around me, even the sound of my Dad's shouting.

He came charging out of the house, saw what had happened, and yanked the keys from the ignition, then as he dragged me from the car he began yelling at me. His face was red with rage, I could see his eyes bulging, and his mouth opening and closing, but all I could hear was that sound of tearing metal.

Then he stuck one knee forward, bent me right down over it, and began whacking my bottom, still yelling I guess, though I still couldn't hear anything. Maybe if I had it might have been different, but even though I could feel his hand stinging my bottom it all seemed a bit disconnected, a bit dream-like. So although I knew what he was doing was hurting me, it didn't seem to matter, then after the first couple of whacks I felt his knee.'

Lucy paused, looked up at me again, and said. 'The way he had bent me over it meant I had it pressing hard into my crotch you see.' I said nothing, just waited for her to continue in her own time. she took a little more wine, then continued again.

'When I was first conscious of it I think it felt uncomfortable, but after a few more whacks I found that although I could then feel my bottom starting to really hurt, I could also feel this funny, sort of glowing warmth, coming from where his knee was. And it got stronger the longer he kept hitting me.




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Anyway, to cut a long story short. Mum came out and stopped him, sent me to my room, to get me out of the way I think, then Dad calmed down, got practical, started ringing around for a spare car, getting repairs done to his, explaining to someone why he would be late, all that sort of stuff. For the next few weeks I was put under all sorts of restrictions, got the sharp end of his tongue for the smallest thing I did, and lost my pocket money for several months.

But later that night, when I had gone to bed of course I lay there thinking about what had happened, and then remembered that funny feeling I'd had.

I know it sounds odd, I mean coming from the country obviously I knew all about sex, or at least if I thought about it at all I thought I knew all about it. I mean I'd seen all sorts of animals doing it since I was a toddler, the male animal put his 'thing', as I called it, in the female and some time later a baby animal came out. What could me more simple. It took a while to associate humans with what animals did and I think when I first tried I thought it was a bit disgusting. But by the time I'm talking about that was long passed, I was quite relaxed about men putting their 'thing' in their wives and making babies.

But of course I had never thought about any of that having anything to do with pleasure, it was just something mechanical, just the way babies were made. So although I knew that one day I would have a baby come out from 'down there', until then it was just for going to the toilet. So the idea that it might also give me nice feelings was, well totally weird.

Anyway, having felt what I thought I had, I experimented, tried to imitate the bonyness of my Dad's knee by using the knuckles of my clenched fist. At first just pressing them hard up between my legs, and when that didn't work, grinding them about. But of course still nothing happened and I gave up.

But the memory kept coming back and the more I thought about it the more I wondered if it was the combination of his knee and the smacking he was giving me that had done it.

We had an old, fold-up table tennis table out on the back veranda that Dad used to set up for parties, barbecues, that sort of thing. And in a nearby cupboard was all the equipment, including a pile of bats, some of which were so old they should have already been chucked out. I have no idea what made me think of them, but I did, sneaking one of the old ones that I knew wouldn't be missed, and taking it to my room.

It was a few days before I could try out my idea and when I did, getting down on my knees and bending forward so I could whack my bottom while I pressed my other fist up between my legs, I found myself whispering what I suddenly remembered my father had been yelling while he was hitting me. 'Naughty girl! Bad, bad girl!'

It worked, I got that nice warm feeling, and it got stronger and stronger, eventually making me go all dizzy. It was really scary, but nice, and I soon found that the more often I did it the easier it was to bring on those feelings. Of course I eventually found out that I didn't need to whack myself at the same time, and then that if I used my fingers rather than my knuckles, I could give myself even nicer feelings.

I had forgotten all about those times, until you smacked my bottom. Then the memory of that day came flooding back and although I wasn't conscious of actually doing it, I heard myself repeating the words I used to use. I thought you would ask me about it immediately afterwards, and when you didn't I figured you hadn't been able to hear what I was saying.' she said, reaching across and taking my hand.

'I suppose it didn't seem like either the right place or time Lucy.' I replied.

'So, now you know something about my wicked past.'

'Is there more?'

She remained silent for a few moments, then said. 'Nothing too terrible, but as you said, I don't think this is either the right time or place Jack. Now it's time for you to share something. When and how did you learn to masturbate?' she added in a much brighter tone.

'Oh there's no interesting story there. I was older than you were, probably about twelve, and I think I just heard other boys talking about it. At first it sounded a rather dirty thing to do, but then I gave it a go, and found it wasn't at all dirty, it was really, really nice. Then I guess like most boys at that age I must have wanked myself silly for a few years.'

'You were at an all boys school?'

'Yes I was.'

'Was there any other stuff going on?'

'You mean homosexual?'

'Mmm.'

'Not that I'm aware of, it wasn't a boarding school, and I imagine that makes quite a difference. And of course homosexuality was still pretty much under cover in those days. I suppose there must have been, at least amongst the older boys, but as I said, I wasn't consciously aware of anything like that in my group of friends.'

'And when did you lose your virginity? Who was she?'

'In my last year at school. Her name was Margaret, she was from a girls' school in the area. I was in the Drama Society and we had an association with this school, the girls were from the same sort of background as ourselves, in fact a lot of the boys had sisters there. We used to put on co-productions, both the Drama and Musical Societies.

I was never a performer but I was good at organising, so I always looked after getting the sets made, organising costumes, props, that sort of thing. I suppose you'd call my job stage management. Margaret was my counterpart at her school, so we spent a fair bit of time working together when we were putting on the end of year show.

It's funny, because of the various shows we had worked on we had known each other for two or three years, but we had never gone out with each other. I suppose if we had been adults we would have described our relationship as being, purely professional.

But of course the production in that final year was different for us, our last, and I suppose we were both conscious of that. But I also remember looking at her at the start of the production and thinking how different she suddenly seemed, much prettier than I remembered, with a much, much better figure. I found myself frequently stealing glances at her, and sometimes much more than glances, watching the way she moved, feeling those familiar stirrings when I stared at the shape of her body. Anyway, some time during the last few days of rehearsals I plucked up courage and asked her who she was bringing to the after-show party.

It was for performers and others who had worked on the show, plus their girl and boy friends, and was traditionally held the evening after the final performance. It was always a terrific night and I felt my heart start racing when she said she wasn't bringing anyone, that she'd just found out that her boy-friend had been seeing another girl and that she had dumped him.

I don't know what made me say it, I had a girl-friend, well a girl I was going out with, and knew she would be expecting to come to the party with me. But anyway I did say it, I asked Margaret if she would like to go with me.

Margaret knew about the other girl of course, Penny was her name, it was such a close community that everyone always knew who was going around with who. She asked me about Penny and I think I just mumbled something about rather being with her, Margaret.

I don't think I had the guts to say anything to Penny, just let her find out through the grape-vine, which was pretty cowardly, but I suppose not unusual at that age.

Anyway, Margaret and I went together, and when I went to pick her up from her home she looked absolutely stunning and I remember just standing there, gawping at her like some sort of idiot. From then on the evening just got better and better, it was a fantastic party, we had a marvellous time and I felt on top of the world. I couldn't keep my eyes off Margaret, or, whenever I got the opportunity, my hands, and although I say it myself, she seemed to love every minute of it.

As we were nearly all under-age the night was supposed to be alcohol free, but of course nearly all the boys had smuggled in something, which we freely added to whatever drinks were being provided, so most people were a bit squiffy and a few were positively drunk.

Margaret and I had both had several drinks and when I eventually suggested we go outside for some fresh air she seemed just as eager as I was. I found out just how eager when we hopped in the back of the car that my father had let me use, and before we had done anything at all she asked if I had a condom with me.

I suppose I was no different to other boys of that age, I'd had one stuffed in the back of my wallet for ages, just in case, or I suppose, in perpetual hope that one day I'd get a chance to actually use it. So I said yes I had, and she completely blew me away when she said. 'Good, but if we need another, I have one too.'

We used them both, mine about ten minutes later, and hers later that night, when I took her home.'

'What happened to her?' Lucy asked.

'Oh we went out with each other for several months, but we were both going to university, doing completely different courses, meeting new people, and in time it just fizzled out I suppose.'

'No regrets?'

'Oh no, fond memories of course, but I guess you always have those about the person you have sex with for the first time, don't you.'

'Well unfortunately I don't, there was nothing romantic about my first time I'm afraid. Like you it was at a party, but I was more drunk than you obviously were, and so was the guy, much, much drunker. And although I know it happened I've never been really sure which boy it was. I feel a bit ashamed to say it but, it could have been either one of the two boys I was with.' she added.

I could tell from the look on her face that recalling that particular memory worried her more than what had happened with her father's car, and in an attempt to break her mood I said light-heartedly. 'Perhaps it was both.'

My flippant reaction worked, she brightened noticeably and managed a small laugh. 'I suppose it could have been.' she replied, then added. 'But it would be nice to have a good memory to look back on.'

'We'll make plenty of those Lucy. When you're a really old lady you'll have so many good memories to bring back you'll never miss not having that one, I promise.'

'That's a lovely thing to say Jack, and I believe you. But I couldn't help feeling a little bit sad, just for a moment. But now, what's next?' she added much more cheerfully.

In fact the rest of that evening passed relatively quietly and it wasn't that long before we fell asleep in each other's arms.


Chapter 23

Making A Life Together

Given the differences between the way we had each been living previously it was quite remarkable how quickly we settled into our new life together. The fact that I still had my business to run and Lucy became ever more deeply immersed in her studies probably helped, but I think it was mainly the deep love that we felt for each other that completely subsumed any difficulties we may have anticipated. And of course the absolutely fabulous sex-life we shared undoubtedly played its part too.

And most of the credit for the continuing freshness and excitement of that goes to Lucy's ever-growing creative ability to turn mundane, day-to-day happenings into sex-charged opportunities for us. As I imagine most couples do we developed a whole series of things that we liked to do to and with each other from time to time. And although by comparison with most of those this may sound absolutely ludicrous, one of my personal favourites originated from a very ordinary bar stool.

It all started one suddenly wet and windy Summer Sunday afternoon. For some reason we had slept in later than usual that morning, then after breakfast had gone for a long walk on the beach. The weather was fine until we got home and started preparing lunch, when a change came through and the resulting wind and sheeting rain put paid to any ideas we might have had about going out again.

After eating we had gone through to the lounge-room and while I sat on the sofa to read the papers, Lucy decided to proof read the part of her study project she had been working on. For some reason she had chosen to spread those papers out on the bar at the end of the room and so was sitting on one of the stools to check through them.

I'd been so completely absorbed in a couple of articles that I'm quite sure that for once, neither Lucy nor sex had even entered my mind, but then as I dropped the paper to turn to another page I happened to glance up.

Instead of sitting facing the bar Lucy was sideways on to it, and it was the purely fortuitous combination of her being perched high on the stool, and the fact that she was wearing a rather short skirt and pair of pure white panties, that triggered it all.

Just getting up on the stool had made her skirt ride up, leaving a delightful length of thigh on display, which would have been quite enough to catch my eye, but as luck would have it just then she shifted around a bit, and I found I could see virtually all the way up between them.

I knew I was staring, but simply couldn't stop myself from continuing to do so. It seemed ridiculous, we had made love to each other the previous night, would undoubtedly do so again sometime later, but I still couldn't help myself reacting to what was no more than a flash of her panties.

Just then something must have made her glance in my direction and the strange look she saw on my face grabbed and then held her attention. She continued to watch me and it took her quite some time to realise that I was staring at something, and then to understand what that was. Then when it clicked, unlike many other women in that situation, who would have merely moved, turned themselves away from an obviously prying gaze, Lucy didn't. Oh she moved, but not away, towards me, and shifted her legs just a little further apart as she did so.

I think we were both reminded of the previous time we'd done something similar, the day she'd worn the black, crotchless pantyhose. But unlike that time, when she had artfully and patiently awoken my arousal, this time had been purely accidental, and for me at least, much more instantaneous. And that time I'd been stirred by the surrealistic thoughts I'd had about some imaginary negress, this time it was my own Lucy that had done it.

Even though at that stage I could see nowhere near what I had the other time, just the always tempting curve of her thighs and the edge of her obviously pure white panties, were enough to bring on a sudden rush of erotic desire. And although the angle I was seeing her from was nowhere near as favourable what I saw was more than enough to set my imagination to work. 

I could picture how tightly the fabric was being stretched by the plump, furry mound beneath it, see the clear outline of the cleft between her poutingly full pussy-lips. And as I continued staring I felt my cock stirring, then quickly lengthening and thickening, just the mere thought of what lay beneath that flash of white nylon was giving me an almost instantaneous erection.

I don't know how long Lucy remained sitting there for me, nor what, if anything, I expected to happen next, but in my wildest dreams I certainly couldn't have anticipated what she actually did.

Without saying a word she slipped down off the bar stool, and for a few moments I thought that was to be the end of my strange reverie. But then she came across the room towards me, and still remaining quite silent, sat on the arm-rest on the other end of the sofa, then swivelled around to plant her feet up on the seat.

I glanced up to see a tight smile on her face, then a movement dragged them down again, and I watched as she slowly moved her feet, then spread her knees much further apart.

The view I had was exactly as I had imagined it would be, the nylon stretched tight by her mound, the cleft of her pussy clearly defined. But what I hadn't pictured was the tell-tale dark patch. Like me, she was getting sexually aroused.

Again I have no idea how long she continued doing no more than that, just sitting there letting me look at her. But then she finally spoke. 'Let me see you Jack, slip your trousers off for me.'

And while I did that she did the same, tugging her panties down and then somehow managing to both extricate her feet and hike her skirt up to her waist without getting down off the arm-rest.

As I knew it was, by then my cock was fully erect, quivering slightly from the tension that had already built inside me. And as Lucy settled herself again I briefly glanced up from the irresistibly enticing view of her totally naked pussy, and saw she was staring down at it just as intently as I had been staring at her. 'Now move closer, so I can reach you.' she said in a low, almost hesitant whisper.

Without taking my eyes off what she was displaying for me I did as she asked, then shuddered when she reached down and I felt her long cool fingers closing around the heat of my throbbing shaft.

She toyed with me for a while, not to tease me, but because she knew how much I liked delaying the inevitable outcome, and also to give herself time to catch up to my already heightened state of arousal. But that was driven higher and higher because as she slowly stroked one hand up and down my rearing cock, she used the other on herself, giving me the double pleasure of what she was doing to me, and being able to watch her doing the equivalent thing to herself.

Some time later, once I'd cleaned off the mess made by the massive spray of semen she pumped out of me and she had done the same with the juices that had flowed from her pussy when she climaxed, we talked through some of the feelings we'd both experienced. And, because she had such a wonderfully open attitude to everything to do with sex, and seemed determined to experiment with anything that made it better for either of us, Lucy immediately added the 'peep-show', as she called it, to all the other things we tried.

It was amazing how many ways she found to give me a show, ranging from a quick, apparently stolen glimpse, to the even more erotically charged, purposefully deliberate display. And she must have bought herself a few pairs of panties that she kept especially for those occasions, a couple of which were so sheer that when she had them on she might just as well have not been wearing any at all.

In addition to those she also had the special gusset-less panty-hose I'd bought her, and she used those to stir me up in two different ways. Sometimes she'd wear them for one of her 'peep-shows' and at other times to have a less immediately physical effect, relying on my imagination to do the trick.

We might be visiting an art gallery, or the theatre, or dining out somewhere, but every so often, and usually quite early on, she'd whisper that she was wearing them. Just knowing that never failed to have as powerful an effect as when she actually showed herself off to me, and there were many evenings when I spent half of it with a painfully strong erection.

On a couple of those occasions, when she sensed my reaction had for some reason been even stronger than usual, she took pity on me and gave me at least temporary relief, finding some dark, quiet corner where she could use either her hand or her mouth to reduce the volume and pressure of the churning semen.

Although I found any of the various panty-hose more than sufficient to get me going, the black ones for some reason had the edge on the white and flesh-coloured pairs. Normally she would keep them for evening wear, but every now and then she would make it clear she had something really special in mind by wearing those during the day.

Less frequently, but producing even more dramatically intense results were our experiments with bondage.




Lucy Ch. 21-25



Looking back later I realised I had actually had the idea quite a long time before admitting to it, even to myself. It had only really crystallised during the afternoon after I had given Lucy her new car, some hours after the wrestling match we'd had on the bed, when I'd been thoroughly entangled in she sheets. But then once I allowed the possibility just a little day-light I realised that the evening I had tied her down, even while I was revelling in how she looked, and had been disturbed by those other unsettling thoughts, I had felt something else too.

When I had looked down at her, when I'd had the thoughts as to how a rapist might feel as he looked down at his intended victim, there had been other, almost equally disturbing thoughts. Thoughts as to how it might feel to actually be that victim. Thoughts as to how I might react myself if it were me that had been tied down by some predatory female.

Words implying or suggesting aspects of B & D popped up in our talking from time to time, sometimes, when discussing her project, quite formally, other times either facetiously or as a sort of humorous threat to each other. Whatever the cause, each time the subject was even casually mentioned I instantly recalled the mix and intensity of emotions I'd felt when we had done it. And once I had admitted to myself I'd actually had several layers of those myself I became more than just a little curious as to just how I would feel if I were on the receiving end.

But as I've said, I hadn't even allowed myself to admit to thinking such thoughts for a long time, and even once I had I certainly said nothing about them to Lucy. That is until after I had done it to her a second time.

It was immediately after she had finally finished and handed in her project. Although I'd suggested we go out to celebrate Lucy had said that should wait until it had been marked, so we compromised by treating ourselves to some champagne, then a second bottle of wine with our dinner. Naturally enough we talked about various aspects of the work she had done as we ate, and just talking through the subject matter meant we were both constantly reminded of the pleasures and thrills we had shared during the weeks she'd been working on it.

I could tell from the look I saw from time to time in Lucy's eyes that she was being affected by some of the things we remembered, and naturally my cock responded strongly to the images and memories the conversation conjured up.

So I imagine it was the heady mix of the completion of her work, plus the wine and those all too vivid memories that put us both in a sexually free-wheeling mood, and by the time we had finished our meal I was more than ready to take her up to bed. But when I tried to get her to come with me she seemed determined to clear up our dinner things first.

In one way that was silly, and cost us the price of two broken wine glasses, but in another it was fortuitous, because if she hadn't the evening wouldn't have been anywhere near as memorable.

She had already removed our plates and was collecting the water and wine glasses when, as she turned, her hand caught the back of the chair and she dropped two of them. She stood looking down at the broken glass for a moment, then glanced up to see my reaction. 'God that was silly!' She said as she looked down again, then added in a much quieter under-tone. 'A girl needs a good spanking for being so stupid.'

I didn't know whether that was meant as a hint, or had been just a meaningless phrase, but the moment was too good to miss, so I took it as being the former. 'That's quite right.' I said in the gruffly flat voice I had used the other time. 'Go upstairs, to the guest room, and wait for me there.'

She said nothing, just turned and with her head hung down walked slowly towards the stairs. I took a few moments to think exactly what I would do next, and because my mind was racing so fast it was only when I was half way up that I realised I already had an almost full erection.

There was no light on in the guest room but when I went in I found her standing there, waiting for me, and as the things I had used the previous time had proved so efficient I had commandeered them, so didn't have to waste time ferreting around in various drawers. As I had before, I instructed her to remain totally silent, then blindfolded her before doing anything else, and, purely for my own benefit, turned on the bed-side light. Having done that I left her standing there while I went back to our bed-room and stripped, not hurrying, giving both of us time to anticipate whatever might be about to happen. And if my own reaction was anything to go by she would have been feeling extremely tense with excitement by the time I returned.

Ignoring the way my hardened cock was jerking about and remaining completely silent, I unzipped her skirt and roughly pushed it down to the floor, then, leaving the upper half of her body clothed, did the same with the flimsy panties she'd had on.

That done, I stood back and just looked at her for a few moments, as always, getting even more aroused by the sight of her nakedness. Then in the same tone I'd used before I told her to get up on the bed and turn around so she was kneeling at its foot, facing me.

Being unable to see she had to grope her way but a few moments later she was in the position I'd specified. Moving forward to the brass rail at the end of the bed I told her to come closer, then brought her arms over and tied them down to it with the panty-hose.

Again I left her in suspense for a while, then moved around to the side of the bed and gave her a quick, very light smack on her upraised bottom. As I had guessed it would, the unexpectedness of it produced a far stronger reaction than any sting she might have felt and she gasped as every single muscle in her body tightened.

And again I did nothing for a minute or two, then spacing them and keeping each smack even lighter than the ones I had given her before, I watched as her cheeks turned slowly pink.

The story she'd told me about what she used to do to herself as a young girl gave me the idea of what to do next, and as I continued to slowly slap her bottom I reached my other hand underneath her. Her pussy was by then literally dripping wet and when she felt my fingers cupping it she responded with a loud choking gasp, then in a low, whimpering whisper grunted. 'No! No, bad girl! Naughty girl, mustn't touch!'

I neither knew nor cared whether she was addressing me or herself, and simply ignored her barely intelligible words, and slid my fingers up and down the slickly puffy cleft a few times before finding the already stiffened spike of her clitoris.

Then I took her through to a body-wracking orgasm with my hands before getting up behind her and giving her a couple more as I fucked her.

By the time I'd finished we were both soaked with sweat and once I'd untied her we went wordlessly through to the bath-room and lovingly washing each other's thoroughly sated, but still trembling bodies. And it was really only after we were lying together in our own bed that either of us said anything. 'That was wonderful Jack.' she whispered, snuggling closer. 'For you too I think.'

'Yes it certainly was.' I agreed. 'It seems to me that being tied up takes your excitement up to an even higher level than usual, is that right?'

'In a way I suppose so, it's certainly different, and the feelings I get are extremely intense. Not that they aren't at other times too with you. But you get more excited too, don't you?'

'That's true.' I replied non-committally as I tried to calm the thoughts that had been whirling around in my head.

They had probably started even earlier, but I became really aware of them once I had finished lashing her wrists to the bed-rail and then stood there, just looking at her. The sight of her helplessness, the way her body shivered with ever increasing tension, brought back the thoughts I'd had about how it would feel if it were happening to me.

Lucy could tell from my response that I was preoccupied and urged me to tell her what was bothering me, and if she hadn't asked at that precise moment it might have taken me much, much longer to admit to the thoughts I'd been having.

'So you fancy being on the receiving end sometimes!' she exclaimed. 'Why on earth haven't you mentioned that before Jack?'

'It's only this evening that I realised it myself.' I answered half truthfully. 'And I'm still nowhere near certain about it darling.'

'Well there's only one way to find out. Is it the smacking that you think might appeal?'

'No, I don't think so, I think it's the idea of being helpless while you do things to me.'

'O K, we'll give it a try some time soon. But right now I need some sleep.' she replied, giving me a quick kiss before settling herself down.

She was as good as her word, and a few evenings later I got to find out just how it felt to be on the receiving end. I think it helped that the first time I was taken completely by surprise, so didn't have time to put up any subconscious defences to what was a totally new experience for me. And it was, in a word, fantastic!

It was one of the rare occasions when I'd been delayed in my office by a late meeting with a client. I rang Lucy to explain and when I eventually got home she suggested I have a shower before dinner, and then said she would bring me a drink to relax me.

I had finished both the shower and drink and was in the process of drying myself when the light suddenly went out, and before I knew what was happening I felt a scarf being tied over my eyes. Of course I immediately knew what she was doing, but had no idea what was actually going to happen, so the excited anticipation I felt was spiced with just a tinge of apprehension.

She didn't say a word as she led me through to the same bed-room I'd used, and at first made no attempt to restrain me, placing my hands on the bed-rail and indicating I should just hold them. Then moved behind me and shifted my legs both a little further back and apart.

Then she bent down and began stroking my legs, her soft hands just brushing lightly against my skin, moving slowly up and down, and gradually inching higher. Of course my cock immediately responded and I felt the unmistakable sensations of it filling, which got even stronger when it began to thicken and stiffen. And long before her fingers actually reached it was fully erect, the pulse getting steadily stronger.

So when her first feather-like touch brushed against it my reaction made it jerk virtually upright and her soft, satisfied sigh as that happened was the first sound that she'd made. And I heard no more, just felt her reach one arm around me to begin stroking the shaft, while the other moved up between my legs to cup and fondle my balls.

She did everything so slowly it was both frustrating and electrifying, and I was torn between wanting her to move on, and wanting the feelings I was getting to continue indefinitely. But Lucy clearly had her own agenda, and she made sure I didn't pre-empt her plan by getting uncontrollably excited and coming prematurely, and kept her caressing touch sufficiently light to prevent that and just strong enough to continue building my excitement.

Once she was satisfied she had worked me up enough she pulled her hands away and spoke. 'Get up on to the bed now, lie flat on your back.' Which I promptly did.

Then she proved she had put as much thought and preparation into what she was doing as I had the first time, because in less than a minute or so I'd felt nylon cords slipping around my wrists and ankles, then being fastened to the bed-rails. But then she added a further refinement.

When her fingers slipped under my balls I thought she was going to continue the caresses she'd been giving me, but I couldn't have been more wrong. For a second or two I couldn't work out what she was doing, then I realised she'd slipped a loop of the cord around both my cock and balls and was pulling it tight. Having done that she spoke again.

'I have other things to do now, I'll be back in a while, and then I'm going to fuck you senseless.' she said before moving, then I heard the bed-room door closing.

Under normal circumstances without some continuing physical stimulation my cock would have begun to slowly deflate, but the combination of the situation, the feel of the cord chafing against it, and what she'd said before leaving, kept it throbbingly rigid. So I lay there, in darkness, unable to move, all too aware of its increasingly painful condition, and with my mind racing.

I spent a short while wondering what Lucy was actually doing, then thought back over the time I'd spent coming to the conclusion I had about wanting this very experience. And then about the time I had done it to her. Remembering all too clearly how she'd looked when I had tied her down, how defencelessly vulnerable, and how fiercely aroused that had got me. Then I found myself wondering if, had she remained in the room, she would have experienced something similar, if the sight of my plight and madly jerking cock would have fired equally uncontrollable passions.

My thoughts went around and around the same subjects, keeping my heart racing, my blood pounding, and the ache in my cock and balls growing stronger and stronger.

Then, although I hadn't heard the door re-opening, I suddenly felt the bed move, and realised Lucy was climbing up on to it. The next moment I felt her cool fingers closing around the shaft, and then the slick velvet warmth of her pussy engulfing it.

She did exactly what she had threatened she would, fucked me senseless, twice in quick succession, the combination of the pressure I had built, and her apparent insatiability giving me more than enough potency to keep up with her.

Much later, over dinner, we compared notes, so to speak. Lucy explained how she had tricked me into thinking she had left me alone while all the time remaining there, getting further excited herself by watching the effect of my own inner turmoil. That gave me the opportunity to share with her some of the thoughts I'd had when I'd been watching her, as well as the more recent excitement I'd experienced from being the 'victim'.

We agreed that although not something we'd want to do every day of the week the experience was something we would both enjoy repeating from time to time, and added it to our growing portfolio of sexual activities.

Then on top of all that were her impersonations of Dannie, which were guaranteed to always give me the most shatteringly explosive climaxes.

And in between those more dramatic times were those that were driven not so much by our lust, but by our love for each other. Our regular, and always intensely satisfying love-making could result from a gesture, a certain look in her eye, or from nothing at all but our seemingly constant desire and need for each other.

There were really only two areas where we initially had any problems at all. One was Lucy's financial situation. Having been used to always paying her way she found the idea of being a 'kept woman' difficult to handle. It took her some time to accept the idea that whatever I had was in fact also partly hers, and at first refused to spend more than just enough to cover her basic essentials.

But that changed at least a little when, one evening, over a late supper after going to the theatre, I asked her if she would marry me.

I had long known I wanted her to share the rest my life with me, but because of the age difference had been fearful of making a formal declaration in case I frightened her off. But by then we had been living together for a several months and I felt sufficiently confident of her love for me to finally make it.

From her reaction I could tell the subject had also crossed her mind, and it sounded as though she had already prepared her answer and had just been waiting for me to actually say something.

She reached across the table and took my hand, then looking me straight in the eyes said. 'Jack, I'd love that more than you can imagine, but.' Then she paused, and for a moment I thought my world was going to crashing down.

She obviously saw from the expression on my face the effect her reply had had on me and squeezed my hand tight before continuing. 'But, I want us to both wait just a bit longer. No wait, let me finish.' she added when she saw I was about to protest.

'I love you just as much as you say you love me, be sure of that my darling. And just in case it's what you are thinking, the difference in our ages has absolutely nothing to do with it. I'll be the happiest woman you've ever known the day I become your wife. But I want you to wait a bit before you ask me again, that is if you still want to. I want us both to wait until I've finished my degree before making that decision. Do you understand Jack?'

Although somewhat disappointed, in a way I understood very well. She already had the pressure of a new relationship, and all that entailed, and coupling that with the pressure to do well at her studies was more than enough for her to handle at one time. Adding a wedding and everything that went with it, was really too much to ask of her.

'Yes I do understand, and I'll do as you suggest, ask you again when you have graduated. But, and this is my only condition my darling, I want you to stop feeling like a girl-friend and start to feel like what you actually are, the other half of me. And that includes your attitude to spending money.' I added with a grin.

Of course she immediately understood what I meant and having resolved something that we had both been until then been keeping to ourselves her attitude immediately lightened. 'OK, OK, but in that case don't complain about me becoming a spendthrift.'

Having resolved that problem I wondered if it was worth trying to talk about the other concern that had been bugging me, which was in its own way even more troublesome to me.

There were so many things Lucy could, and did do that excited me, from something as relatively simple as the things she wore, or sometimes, didn't wear, to the more dramatic performances as Dannie. I knew I seriously turned her on when I used a little light B & D, but that was not something we could do every day of the week. Lucy could get me going by just wearing a pair of pantyhose, or by flashing a glimpse of her panties, but I felt there was nothing remotely comparable that I could do for her.

I must have spent quite a while wondering if and how to raise the second subject and of course Lucy could tell from my silence and the expression on my face that something was still worrying me.

'Are you going to tell me what else is bothering you Jack?' she said softly.

I seemed to have enormous trouble getting the words in the right order, but after several false starts I was able to begin to explain my concerns. She seemed to understand where I was heading some time before I had finished, and although she let me continue a gentle smile appeared on her face long before then.

'Although in many ways I respond to things the same way you do Jack, this is one area where women's differences do play a major part.' she said when I had finished. 'You know how aroused I can get from watching your physical reaction to things, especially from watching your cock getting big and hard. That's just the same kind of reaction as you can get from looking at me. And just like you I can get the same feelings from just thinking about us, thinking about things we have done, or maybe imagining what we might get up to.

But there are a whole stack of other ways I can get turned-on. Knowing that you want me is the most obvious one, I can start getting wet from just seeing a certain expression on your face or look in your eye. But then sometimes it can be something you do that is totally unrelated to sex that does it.




Lucy Ch. 21-25



If I can get you excited by just wearing something, that's great. But you can do the same for me by just being there. You have to understand that darling, have to understand that you don't need sexy clothes to do it for me.

I really, really love those special things you do, the way you set-up different scenarios for us. The planning, the attention to detail. Don't stop trying to be creative, those times are really fantastic. But keep those times as something special. And to tell the truth, I don't think either of us could stand the pace if they happened too often. You certainly mustn't start thinking that to excite me you have to keep coming up with something new, you don't.

Do you understand Jack?'

I said that I did and I'm sure Lucy could see from my face just how reassuring her little speech had been. But what she had said about how much she loved the special things I organised set me thinking, and I set myself a task of coming up with a few more creative ideas.


Chapter 24

The Man in the Dressing Gown

As I thought about it more seriously I realised that I had actually got a couple of those ideas from the photographs in the book of erotica. There had been the first one, when I had introduced her to Fred. Then my idea of tying her up had come from there too. I wondered what other ideas the book might give me, then suddenly remembered the other picture she had said she particularly liked, of the man in the dressing gown. And that started me thinking about how I could go about recreating that kind of scenario for her.

The silk dressing gown was easy, requiring just a trip to a quality men's store. But the more I thought about it the less I wanted to have to rely on getting a solid erection at just the right time. I also wanted the visual effect to be suitably impressive and didn't have complete faith in even my fully erect cock providing that. Then I remembered the place where I had bought the dildo all those years before. I somehow doubted that particular sex-aids shop would still be in business but from having occasionally passed through that area of town, knew there were still several others there.

I admit that the idea of that shopping trip was initially far more embarrassing than when I had gone to buy Lucy's lingerie, but once inside the shop I found the young fellow behind the counter both polite and helpful. There was none of the sneering, smirking I had half expected and when I explained the sort of thing I was looking for he immediately brought out something appropriate.

'It's just a sheath, slip your penis inside, fasten the straps around your waist and away you go.' he said, holding up the flesh coloured device.

It was moulded plastic, shaped like a penis, the shaft ribbed with veins and the bulging head coloured a dark red. I suppose it had been made to be about the size of a normal man's erect penis, and I grinned to myself when I realised it was actually a bit smaller than my own. 'Do you have anything larger, I mean considerably larger?' I asked, adding hurriedly. 'It's just for visual effect, not for actual use.'

He smiled. 'Ah, I see, yes we certainly do sir. Over here.' he said, leading me to one corner of the shop. There were perhaps two dozen models of the same thing, mainly the same colour as the first one, but some black, and a few novelties that were in a variety of garish colours. And they ranged in size from the one he had in his hand, to a monster that even a horse would have been proud of.

I selected one that was a bit smaller than that, but which was still quite a bit thicker and about half as long again as my penis when fully erect. 'I think that one will do.' I said.

Having paid for it I left and headed back to my office, grinning to myself as I thought of the reaction of my staff if they had known what the boss was carrying in the parcel under his arm.

Then of course I had to wait for an appropriate occasion to try out my idea, and as it happened it was only a few days later when what seemed like the perfect opportunity arose.

Lucy had started work on her thesis and as the theme and content developed was putting more and more time into it. I was delighted to see her working so enthusiastically and from what I had seen of her draft, so competently, researching the subject diligently by making good use of the variety of books I had in my library. On the day in question I had been held up at work by a late phone call from an over-anxious client, so arrived home rather later than usual, but even so I found Lucy was still hard at it in the study.

Not wanting to disturb her, and guessing she would have skimped on a proper lunch, I went back to the kitchen and started preparing a light, but nutritious meal for us. And it was while I was doing that that it occurred to me that this was as good a time as any to try out my idea. Just thinking about it started to get me excited and as I went through the detail of how to actually go about it that excitement steadily increased.

When I saw the food was almost ready, and having laid out cutlery and opened a bottle of wine, I went back to the study. Lucy was still so immersed in her work that my arrival obviously startled her, and when she glanced down at her watch and saw what time it was she got really alarmed. 'Oh Jack, I'm sorry! I had no idea!' she gasped, pushing books away and starting to get up from the desk.

'Calm down darling, there's no rush.' I said, resting my hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her back down again. 'Take your time. I've got something to eat on the way, but you've got ten or fifteen minutes to finish, just take your time, then join me in the kitchen.'

In fact it was no more than five minutes before she joined me, slipping her arms around me and pulling my lips down to hers. 'I'm really, really sorry Jack, I've no idea where the time went.' she said when we eased apart. 'This wasn't part of the deal, you having to cook after you have been in the office all day.' she added.

'Hey, it's not some kind of contractual obligation my darling. You have obviously had a good day, and I'm thrilled to see you so involved in what you are doing. Tell me about it while we eat. But for now you've got just a couple of minutes to freshen up if you want to.'

Having done so and been reassured that I was happy to see her working so hard she was bubbling over with enthusiasm for what she had achieved, and several times during the meal I had to remind her to eat before the food got quite cold.

'But as well as all that terrific detail I'm beginning to see a real correlation between the more recent works and changes in our society Jack. The links look really strong, at least to me they do. For instance, you remember that picture of the man in the dressing gown?'

I nodded, unable to believe my luck that she had picked that very one as an example of what she was going to say, but still listening intently to the interesting theory she was propounding.

'That's really fascinating darling.' I said honestly when she had finished. 'But tell me, even while you were working all that out, did it still manage to turn you on?' I added with a grin.

She grinned back at me as she put down her knife and fork. 'Of course it did, but then so had some of the others I'd been referring to.'

'Mixing business with pleasure.'

'You could say that. But it helps to keep up my enthusiasm for the subject.'

'That's good, but after such a solid day's work you must be feeling a bit drained, why not have a relaxing bath. I'll clear up here.'

She gave me a quizzical look. 'A bath? That's a funny thing to suggest.' Then a knowing smile crossed her face. 'Ah, a bath. Now that might be a very good idea darling, I haven't had a bubble-bath for some time now.'

Knowing she had guessed I had some sort of ulterior motive was terrific, it should make her even more receptive to what I had in mind, and that should increase the chances of its success. So I felt a sense of rising excitement when Lucy went up to run her bath and I cleared away our dinner things then took the still half-full bottle of wine upstairs with me. 

Although by then I imagined she was expecting me to join her, that time I used the other bath-room to have a shower then returned to the bed-room. I could see that the doors connecting the bath-room, dressing-room and bed-room were both open so didn't turn on any lights, using what little there was filtering through the door-way. Then, making very little noise I got out my parcels and opened them. The straps on the prosthesis had quick-release velcro pads at various points so adjusting its fit would be relatively easy, and just to make sure I had no trouble getting it off when I needed to, I smeared a little lubricant down the inside of it. Then, having undressed and made sure it was fitting snugly, I went across to the mirror to take a look at myself.

At first sight, especially in the half light, I thought it looked weird, as though I'd had Fred grafted on to me. But as that initial shock wore off I felt a twinge of envy, regretting that I wasn't actually built like that. And even as I rationalised that feeling away by considering the many disadvantages of actually having a cock that monstrous, I felt my own reacting.

From the moment Lucy had headed up to start her bath, thinking about what I was planning on doing had started to arouse me, but concentrating on clearing the dinner things away and then making preparations had slowed that and it had been at no more than half-mast when I slipped the sheath over it. But as I stood looking at myself I could feel it both lengthening and thickening, the head brushing against the inside as it grew.

What I didn't realise at the time was that there were some basic physics also at work. As my cock expanded it pushed air back out of the sheath, but the combination of how snugly the base fitted against my pubis and my cock's swelling girth, formed a fairly efficient seal. So in addition to what was going on inside me, there was a partial vacuum being formed inside the sheath, and that pressure differential enabled my cock to get even bigger than it normally would.

Not recognising any of that at the time and knowing how much bigger than my penis the thing was, I was really surprised by the strength of feelings I was getting, surprised but making no objections. As my cock grew and stiffened a feed-back loop between it and my brain must have formed, sending electric thrills back and forth. And even as I savoured those I watched the false cock rising, lifting higher until it was rearing almost vertically, and quivering from the still growing tension inside it.

Slipping on the silk robe I adjusted its position until one fold was holding the thing down then tightened the material until it was stretched tautly against the rigid length. When I turned sideways and checked the effect in the mirror I was more than pleased with the result, the outline of the moulded plastic was dramatically realistic, and it was impossible to tell it wasn't real flesh and blood making that enormous bulge.

When I had first gone upstairs I could hear gentle splashing sounds coming from the bath-room as Lucy washed herself, but by then there was virtual silence. I imagined she was wondering where on earth I had got to, what I was up to, and hoped she was looking forward to whatever it was I had in mind for us.

I made no sound as I padded into the dressing room then inched forward until I was standing just inside the door-way to the bath-room itself. She hadn't seen the movement and I took up the pose I had practised in front of the mirror, one that I thought best showed off the size and shape.

It was a minute or more before she sensed something and turned, then gasped in surprise when she saw me standing there. The expression on her face told me she quickly understood something of what I was doing, but then when she looked down I saw her eyes widening in disbelief when she saw the size of the bulge in the robe.

I reached for the light switch, turning off the overheads and turning on the smaller light above the shaving mirror, then resumed my pose. Then having done that I made no further movement, just stood there, my face expressionless, letting her look at me, giving her imagination time to get going.

For a while she did no more than that, just sat there, staring at the display I'd set up for her. But then I saw her arms move, and although her hands were of course hidden by the side of the bath, I knew exactly what she was doing. I could imagine them slipping down between her legs, then the fingers of one stroking and slipping up and down between her pussy-lips, the others finding the sensitive bud above them.

Although knowing she was doing it to herself was exciting and I felt my cock reacting strongly, I was in no rush for anything more than that purely vicarious pleasure. And Lucy certainly took advantage of that, arousing herself slowly, enjoying to the full the gradual build-up of her own internal tension.

After a while I saw one arm move upwards, then her hand cupping her breast, her fingers rolling and pinching its already stiffened nipple. But other than that she just stared at me, her eyes slowly getting mistily darker the longer she teased and stimulated herself.

She took herself right through to an orgasm, not a particularly big one, and certainly not the main course, more like an aperitif that serves to waken the taste buds for what is to follow. Then once the shivering tremors had subsided she spoke. 'Let me see you now please Jack.'

I undid the sash around my waist and as I unhooked the folds from the sheath it sprang free, quivering as it reared high. Logic must have told Lucy that what she was seeing wasn't all me, but either she was prepared to suspend common sense, or whatever fantasy she had created while pleasuring herself, was still running inside her head.

'Yes, just as I thought.' she said in a barely audible whisper. 'A cock to die for. And even if it kills me I want it, all of it.'

With that she hoisted herself up out of the water, the soapy bubbles that clung to every curve making her body look even more fantastic, even more desirable than usual. She stepped out of the bath and turned, bending low and gripping its edge for support, then looked back over her shoulder. 'Now Jack, now!' she said urgently, staring down at the massive thing protruding from between my legs as she shifted hers further apart.

Although I wanted to do what she'd asked for I was understandably concerned about hurting her. She had proved she was physically capable of taking a thing the size of Fred, but unlike the sheath I was wearing, it had been well covered with lubricant. But then I realised that most of the effect of a really good fantasy is what goes on in our heads, not what is actually happening to our bodies. So, as I moved across towards her I unfastened the velcro straps, and being thankful I had thought to use some lubricant inside it, pulled the false cock off.

Although of course still nowhere near as big as the false one, the partial vacuum had drawn even more blood than usual into my cock, stretching the flesh close to its limits and making it far bigger than it normally was. And that, plus the fact that her fantasy about taking the monstrous thing she'd seen was still running made her reactions to having it pushed up inside her that much stronger than usual too.

I suppose I'd half expected that the combination of soapy bath water and the fact that her pussy would be wet from the climax she'd just given herself would make the fit somewhat more slippery than usual. But that certainly wasn't the case, and if anything, the reality was quite the reverse, and I was glad I'd been sufficiently concerned about hurting her to take the prosthesis off, because if I hadn't I wouldn't have been able to experience the thrills her tightly flexing pussy gave me.

And although Lucy had never been a silent lover, and the acoustics of the bath-room probably made her responses seem even louder, I was also glad there was nobody else around to hear those particularly loud screaming cries of excitement.

It was clear from the very first moment that she wasn't interested in us making love, right then she just wanted to be fucked. Even as I began the first push forward she heaved herself back on to my cock, driving it much deeper than I would have initially gone, and then without waiting for me to begin immediately started thrusting herself vigorously back and forth on it.

Recognising she was being driven by forces and needs that were so deep I couldn't hope to understand or follow them, I did what I thought would be the best way of helping her. Dropping my arms behind my back and locking my hands together, then arching and bracing myself so she would have something solid to thrust herself back on to.

And although the feel of her tightly gripping pussy ramming up and down my rigidly inflamed cock was incredible, I also found the feelings I got by literally being fucked in that way were in some ways even more exciting. Having Lucy doing all the actual physical work gave me a strange sense of helplessness, a sense that at that moment I was no more than a cock, a cock that was there just to serve her own personal needs.

Then as her actions speeded up I heard her gasping something to herself, something about a machine, a fucking machine, and wondered if at that moment she had mentally blanked out the thought that I was actually there and that in her mind she was actually being fucked by the strap-on monster. And what was really strange was the fact that far from being offended by that I found I liked the idea, liked it a lot.

So although she was rocking me back each time she drove herself down the full length of it I somehow found the strength to brace my already tightly clenched muscles even more strongly, and hung on.

Luckily I didn't have to over-tax my somewhat limited capacity for too long, the combination of whatever was going on in her head and the amount of friction created by the speed and ferocity of her actions soon brought on her second orgasm.

If the strength of her contractions and the noise she made as she worked her way through it were anything to go by it was a far stronger one than any she'd had for quite some time. And although I'm sure that at that time she had no control whatsoever over her actions, her pussy's much tighter, flexing grip of my cock soon finished me off too.

Even after it had squirted the very last drop of semen she held me there, straightening up enough so she could reach back behind me, and grinding herself back on to my deeply embedded and still thickly swollen cock.

'Shiiit! I don't know where that came from!' she gasped a minute or two later. 'I hope that was half as good for you as it was for me.' she added when she'd gained a little more control of herself.

'It certainly was darling. But I'm much more pleased that it worked so well for you.' I said in a croaky voice when I finally pulled myself back and heard the squishy, plopping sound of my unplugging cock.

Having given ourselves a few minutes to recover we used the still warm bath-water to clean ourselves then slipped on a pair of robes before returning downstairs for a much needed coffee.

'That was quite brilliant of you darling, I mean picking up on what I'd mentioned about that particular picture and using it to get me stirred up.' she said once we'd settled down.

'It was sheer luck.' I admitted. 'I mean it was sheer luck that you'd been working on that one today. I did have it in mind when I bought the prosthesis, and this evening seemed the best opportunity we'd had to try it out.'

'So that proves the old truism that luck is merely the coming together of preparation and opportunity.' she said with a grin. 'But whether brilliant preparation of just very good luck, thank you darling, it was fantastic!' she said, reaching across the table and squeezing my hand.




Lucy Ch. 26-30



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.

Chapter 26

Dinner, and...

Any further questions were interrupted just then by Shachee returning with our drinks. When she asked if we were ready to order Leila suggested we let her choose for us, and after a moment's hesitation I agreed, but asked that I at least be able to choose the wines we would drink.

Shachee stood quietly to one side while I ran my eyes over the wine list and although preoccupied with selecting from what was a quite outstanding listing, I also sensed there was some silent communication going on between the two girls.

After complimenting me on my final choice Shachee slipped away again and as I had no idea what to say, and Leila seemed somewhat preoccupied, we sat in silence for a minute or two, each slowly sipping our aperitif.

Finally my thoughts cleared and I put down my glass and said. 'Leila, no matter how good the food and wine are going to be, we can't just sit in silence for the next hour or two. You obviously have some sort of plan for us, for the evening. You don't seem to want to talk about that, and you won't let me ask questions about how you came to be here. So what can I talk to you about?'

'Oh there are many things Jack.' she answered with a grin. 'For instance. I'm sure you at least glanced at some of the interesting things around us as we came through the restaurant, you're artistic eye couldn't have missed them. So we can talk about art, in general or about Chinese and Asian art. You must have spotted the businessmen who are dining here tonight. We can talk about business, perhaps about your own business. You have obviously noticed how attractive Shachee is. We can talk about the concept of feminine beauty and how it varies from one part of the world to another. You said you were feeling sexy, and you know I am too. We can talk about sex, share some experiences we've each had with other people, or those we've already had together, or perhaps, those we would like to have.

As you see, there are many, many things we can talk about.'

She was right of course and having said so, and ignoring the idea of discussing something as mundane as business, or as disturbing as sex, I opened the conversation with a comment about the pieces decorating the entrance area.

Once started the conversation flowed quite naturally, I discovered she was particularly well informed about Chinese and Asian art and that kept us going until the first of a seemingly endless series of quite delicious dishes began to appear. I had to admire what Shachee had selected for us, and the way she kept each serving relatively small, allowing us to experience a whole variety of tastes and flavours, without our stomachs becoming overfull. The two wines I'd selected also blended well with what we were eating and even without having the two attractive women around me, the meal itself would have been one of the most memorable ones I'd eaten.

Once it was clear we had each had sufficient Shachee cleared the table, bringing us a pot of Chinese tea, then some icy sorbets to cleanse our palates.

Even though I had never let them interrupt the flow of our conversation I had not been able to fully suppress the thoughts and memories that the mere presence of Leila triggered. Memories of the many and varied fantasies I'd created about us in past years, and of the one time fantasy had been turned to reality. Thoughts of what she had said about making this evening special for me, and subsequent musings as to exactly what she had in mind.

And those memories and thoughts were heightened by what she had done for me before we left my house, and even more strongly by what I could see opposite me. The way the cut of her dress showed off the deep plunging cleavage between her breasts. Her dark eyes, sparkling, but at the same time also full of mysterious promise. And of course her sensual lips and mouth, that just a little earlier had given me such exquisite relief, and which were at that moment savouring the final spoonful of sorbet.

My head was such a whirling kaleidoscope that I was left at a complete loss as to just how to reply when she delicately licked her spoon clean then looked me straight in the eye and said. 'Jack, what have you been thinking about?'

The best I could do was to ask. 'When?'

She grinned knowingly and answered. 'Oh, from time to time during the meal, but especially just then, while I was eating dessert. There's been something other than what we were talking about going on inside your head.'

'Was it that obvious?' I asked, giving a sheepish smile as she nodded affirmatively.

'Well it's very difficult not to think about what we might have been doing, I mean if we hadn't come out to eat.' I replied.

'You mean sex?'

'Of course that's what I mean.'

'Well you might not have to wait too much longer. But let me ask you something. Have you ever been with two women?'

'You mean at the same time?'

'Mmm.'

'No I haven't.'

'Does the thought turn you on?'

'I guess that would depend on who they were, and how much energy I felt I had at the time.' I answered with a grin.

'I see, that's very considerate of you. So how energetic do you feel at the moment?'

'Right now?'

'Yes.'

I was confused and bewildered, was the line of questioning merely the result of her general curiosity, or was she serious? If so, who was the other woman she was talking about? And anyway did I want to share my presumably limited time with Leila?

'I don't really know.' I answered, desperately playing for a little more time to sort through the conflicting thoughts that were crowding into my brain.

At that moment Shachee reappeared, presumably to clear the table. 'Well let's find out.' Leila said decisively, then said to her. 'Can you get away now?'

'Of course.' Shachee answered, turning her head and smiling at me. 'It will be my very real pleasure. So please to follow me.' she said in a low-pitched voice, as she waited for us to get up from the table and then led us to the corner of the alcoved area.

Leila took my hand and whispered. 'Don't think to deeply about anything that happens, just enjoy it, Jack'

A door led to a short corridor and then we followed Shachee up a flight of stairs. The decor was a continuation of that in the restaurant and although under other circumstances I would have paused to admire some of the works of art hanging on the walls, with my increasing curiosity as to just what lay ahead, and Shachee's pert little bottom swaying hypnotically from side to side in front of me, I virtually ignored them. Having reached the top we were led along another, longer corridor, passing several doors before Shachee opened one and stood aside to let us enter.

The room was large, dimly lit, and tastefully furnished with various lounge chairs and tables. The walls were hung with silks, decorated with more oriental paintings and lavishly mirrored. But I only gave those things a passing glance, my eyes were immediately drawn to the far end, where there was one of the biggest beds I had ever seen, and nearby, partially hidden by a large screen, what was obviously a spa bath.

While we stood, looking around us, Shachee hurried past and busied herself, turning on taps, taking several towels out of a cupboard and turning down the covers of the bed. When she was done she turned and, indicating a chair beside the bed, said to Leila. 'Would the lady please sit, just for a while.' Then turning to me, added. 'May I assist the gentleman to undress?'

I gave Leila a questioning look and she smiled and nodded back at me, then sat down, folding her hands in her lap.

Shachee's nimble fingers soon had everything off, each garment being neatly folded and placed on a nearby cabinet, my trousers and jacket hung beside it. Although the strangeness of the situation had initially checked my sexual arousal, as I looked back and forth between the two beautiful women, Leila patiently waiting, Shachee very efficiently stripping me, and wondered just what would follow, I felt my cock responding, slowly filling and lengthening. So by the time I was down to just briefs it was probably halfway full and when Shachee slipped them down and she saw it I heard her give a low hiss of appreciation.

'The gentleman is very, uh, impressive.' she said, turning to face Leila.

'Yes he is. And if you take another minute or two you will find out just how, impressive.'

'Yes?'

'Definitely yes Shachee.'

Having been given permission Shachee went to work on me with both skill and apparent enthusiasm, using a delightful, and thoroughly arousing combination of sensuous stroking, fluttering finger-tips and nibbling lips. As Leila had indicated, it took no more than a couple of minutes of that to bring my cock up to full size, and as Shachee didn't immediately stop, but continued giving me more of the same, within another couple she had me gasping, and my cock quivering and jerking with excitement.

'The lady was very correct.' Shachee said when she was satisfied she had me fully aroused. 'Exceptionally impressive.' she added in a lower tone as she let her fingers delicately trail up and down its length one more time. 'But would the gentleman now please step into the bath, while I assist the lady.'

She had me sit at the far end, presumably so I could watch what was to come next, then when I was settled, directed one of the jets of air between my legs, so the flow continued what her fingers had been doing to me.

Having taken off Leila's shoes Shachee moved around behind her and with a few deft movements coiled her hair up on top of her head, fixing it there with two ornately decorated grips. Then, helping her to her feet she started to undo the tiny buttons running down the front of the dress. She had undone about half a dozen when she stopped, I heard her giggle and say. 'I see, much more practical.' Then there was the sound of a zip, and the dress fell open to the navel.

Having slipped it down off Leila's shoulders Shachee knelt to steady her and as Leila stepped out of it she gave me an unobstructed view of her perfect body. Her nakedness was made all the more exciting by the tiny g-string she was wearing, its colour perfectly matching that of the dress, the vee shaped piece of material the same dark burgundy, the wispy ribbon around her waist apparently made from the gold and silver threads decorating it.

Shachee carefully hung the dress beside my suit but then, instead of taking off the g-string next, as I'd expected her to, she moved around behind Leila. 'The lady is as beautiful as the gentleman is impressive.' she said as she lightly massaged her shoulders and arms, then slipped her hands around and began to caress her breasts.

I found I could imagine exactly what Shachee was feeling, as though in some strange way it was my hands, not hers, that were caressing Leila. I could feel the warm silkiness of her skin, the firm heaviness of her breasts, even the grazing touch of her stiffening nipples against my palms. And that, plus what the bubbles were doing as they churned and fizzed up between my legs, kept me in a heightened state of readiness for whatever Shachee eventually had in mind for us.

Whatever that was she was in no hurry to let us find out, and spent far more time on Leila's body than she had on mine. But any lingering doubts I'd had as to whether it was truly Leila, and not just Lucy taking her part again, were dispelled when Shachee finally slid the g-string down off her hips. The jet black triangle of pubic hair she uncovered convinced me that Leila had somehow come to me.

Then Shachee bent her slightly forward, so her breasts hung towards me just as they did in the painting, and while one hand continued caressing them, the other slid up between her legs. From where I was looking I could only see the tips of her fingers as she stroked and teased Leila's pussy and clitoris, but again I could feel everything Shachee felt, the moistly clinging folds, the pronounced ridge, the increasing wetness.

My eyes drifted up and down, taking in the beauty of Leila's taut curves, watching Shachee's flickering fingers, seeing the growing mistiness in Leila's dark eyes, and listened to her mewling sounds of steadily increasing pleasure.

Then I realised that Shachee wasn't going to just arouse Leila the way she had me, she intended to take her further, all the way to orgasm. I had never seen two women doing it before and although I felt envious, I certainly didn't feel the way I would have if it had been a man taking such liberties with my girl's body. In fact once I realised what Shachee was doing I was surprised to find that merely watching them was almost as arousing as it would have been if it had been my hands caressing Leila. I found my level of excitement rising and felt my cock quivering as fresh blood surged up into it, making it even more sensitive to the effects of the jet of bubbles boiling around it.

But Shachee was obviously in no hurry, taking her time in slowly, patiently building the tension inside Leila. The hand caressing her breasts sometimes making her arch her entire body backwards, then later, the other compelling her to press her pussy down against insistently flickering fingers. Waiting until she felt Leila was on the very brink of her orgasm, then, her fingers slowing, then quickening again, Shachee took her through a series of spectacular crests in what was obviously a long, rolling climax.

When the final peak had passed Shachee brought her to the spa, helping her down into the water beside me. Leila turned towards me and as we kissed and I slipped one hand up between her legs and cupped her pussy, I felt her fingers curling around my straining shaft.

While we kissed and fondled each other Shachee didn't remain idle, getting an inflatable mattress from a cupboard and laying it down on the floor beside the spa, then, having blown it up with a small hand pump, she covered it with several thick, over-sized towels. Once she had done that she went back to the cupboard and from a range of differently shaped bottles carefully selected two, which, along with several other items, were arranged on a tray and put down beside the mattress.

After a quick check to see she had everything she needed she brought me a normal sized towel and as she handed it to me, said. 'Will gentleman get out now, dry yourself please, time for massage.' adding, as she turned away from us. 'Please excuse, must not spoil dress.'

Leila and I both watched as she slid the cheongsam up over her head, exposing the plain white bra and panties she was wearing underneath it, and without the dress I was able to see that her body was even smaller than I had originally thought. But her size must have been determined by tiny bones because although of very small build, every part of her was delightfully rounded, and as they were all in perfect proportion she was, quite literally, a pocket Venus.

'Only little girl.' she said with a shy smile when she saw us watching her.

'But very lovely, and I bet the men queue up, especially some kinds of men.' Leila answered.

'Yes, some gentlemen little bit naughty, like to see me as school-girl.' she said with a giggle.

Although school-girls as sex fantasies had never particularly appealed to me, what Shachee said conjured up an immediate mental image of her dressed as one. Her hair in plaits, wearing a short-skirted uniform, and underneath it, the spotlessly white underwear. It was only a momentary flash but it must have triggered some previously unrecognised and deep-seated urge because I felt my still fully erect cock jerking higher.

'At least one of which is right here.' Leila said with a laugh when she saw the sudden movement.

'Gentleman needs to relax a little.' Shachee said as she turned to me. 'Massage help, please to lie down, on face first.'

'Being careful not to damage the goods.' Leila added.

Her caution was of course quite unnecessary and having the thick towel and mattress beneath me made the position less uncomfortable than it certainly would have been on a normal massage bench.

Shachee spread plenty of oil from one of the bottles on her hands and as she began to work on my neck and shoulders I detected its deep, musky odour. Although she was of such a slight build I soon found she had more strength in her wrists and arms than I would have expected. I was equally surprised to discover she knew exactly what she was doing and felt what little tension there had been in them being dissipated as she kneaded the various muscle groups.

I quickly slipped into a much more relaxed state of mind, but as I did so the brief flash I'd had of the image of a much younger Shachee returned. But that time it wasn't just a flash, even as her hands worked their way down my back the image of the school-girl remained, remained and taunted me.

Taunted, teased and provoked me by showing herself off. Swirling around so her little skirt flew up to almost waist height, exposing the twin curves of her arse, and then the smaller but just as distinct bulge of her pubic mound. Making me think about what lay between her thighs. Making me wonder just how tight a pussy a girl as small as she was would have. And then try to imagine just what it would feel like to push my rampant cock into it.

So by the time Shachee asked me to roll over she found that although she may have been able to relax most of the rest of my body, my cock had become more, not less inflamed.

'Gentleman not co-operating, must have been thinking naughty thoughts.' she said with another giggle. 'Would lady try to help relax gentleman?' she added, getting up and going to the edge of the spa.

'I think I could manage that.' Leila answered as she got out and quickly dried herself off with the towel Shachee handed her.

'Poor Jack.' she said with mock sympathy as she stepped astride me. Then, as though she'd been inside my head all the time, she added. 'I think you might have been having day-dreams about little school-girls.'

As she began to squat she reached down for my cock, and the mental image I'd had of the school-girl instantly vanished, being replaced by the familiar picture of Leila, and the memory of what amazing things her body was capable of. At the same moment I somehow knew that what she was going to do for me this time would be nothing like what she had done for me in the past. This would be like the blow job she'd given me earlier, just a coolly efficient fuck to get rid of surplus pressure, merely a means of relaxing me, preparing me for other things that were to follow later.

Although I was proved right and she even held my arms down so I was unable to touch her, it didn't take her long to bring me to a climax, and the sensations and excitement she gave me on the way to it were none the less incredible.

Her pussy was still juicy from the orgasm Shachee had given her and as she pushed herself up and down my cock its slick tightness quickly brought my already churning semen to the boil. Then, using just a few of her amazing skills, she held me there for a few minutes, steadily building the pressure and tension inside me until she knew I simply couldn't take any more. Then she pumped me so hard it felt as though she was trying to literally vacuum the stuff out of me, making my cock spout a series of absolutely massive jets of scorching semen up into her.

Having wiped my cock and balls clean Shachee helped me up and asked me to get back in the spa. 'While I give massage to the lady.' she said with a shy smile.

She used much less force in massaging Leila than she had with me, less force but more time. And she used a different oil, from the second bottle she had got out of the cupboard, so the air was soon heavy with the fragrance of tropical flowers, a mix of frangipani and jasmine, but with a more exotic, spicier background note.




Lucy Ch. 26-30



Again I watched with a degree of envy as Shachee's hands and fingers pressed, stroked and kneaded Leila's gorgeous body, steadily working her way down her back, then spending almost as much time on the rounded globes of her buttocks before moving lower. As she started massaging her thighs Shachee eased Leila's legs further apart, and I again imagined it was my fingers doing that. But whereas mine would have lingered there, and then, feeling the damp heat that lay between them, moving even higher, to Leila's core, Shachee's worked downwards, to her knees, calves and then feet.

'Please to turn over now.' Shachee said after she'd spent a minute or two massaging Leila's feet and toes, and my envy and interest went up a couple of notches as Leila rolled over and Shachee began to work her way upwards.

If the way her breasts looked was anything to go by the massage had already got Leila highly stimulated. They were tautly swollen, making their upsweeping curves even more pronounced, their tips engorged and the nipples spiking. Then, as if to confirm what I thought, as Shachee's hand moved up over and between her thighs, I heard Leila's first softly whispered sound of pleasure.

The sounds grew more distinct as Shachee's movements changed, subtly shifting from massaging to caressing, her hands stroking, rather than the previous tension reducing probing. They moved more slowly too, gradually moving over Leila's stomach and hips, then back down across and between her thighs. Retracing the same path again and again before moving higher, slowly edging up towards what would have been to my hands, her irresistibly tempting breasts.

Leila's reactions became much stronger when Shachee finally reached them, I heard her give a low moan and she arched her upper body, thrusting her breasts up to meet the pleasure giving hands. But although we could both see how tense she was by then, and could guess how much she must have wanted release, Shachee still took her time, continuing those slow, sensuously leisurely caresses.

My envy grew stronger as I watched Shachee's hands, imagined the feel of the warm firmness of Leila's breasts beneath my own, felt my fingers curling around those luscious curves, felt their spiking tips against my palms. And as those imagined feelings made my fingers tingle, I felt a growing ache in the pit of my stomach and my cock stirring in response.

What happened next was not only a surprise, but if it hadn't been for the climax Leila had just given me, would certainly have brought on an immediate erection. I had fully expected Shachee to continue her caressing massage until she had given Leila a second orgasm, but she didn't. Instead, with Leila's body virtually quivering in anticipation of the same outcome, Shachee suddenly stood up, unfastened her bra and slipped it and then her panties off.

Although I had already realised that for her size her figure was remarkably well rounded, I had underestimated just how well developed she actually was. Seeing her naked made me appreciate that her body, although smaller, was just as sexy as Leila's. Her stomach, waist and hips formed similar, sensuous curves, and although her breasts were somewhat smaller there were two things about them that immediately aroused my interest.

One thing was their shape. Instead of the tautly rounded curves that Leila's had, Shachee's, although surprisingly full, were more like upswept, rounded cones, their tapering points tipped with large, reddish brown aureoles. The other was the size of their nipples, they were by far the longest I had ever seen.

When she turned I saw there was one other immediately noticeable difference between the two girls, unlike Leila's trim but thick pubic bush, Shachee, like the very young school-girl that had been disturbing my imagination, had a pubic mound that was completely hairless.

Although she only stood still for a second or two I found myself wondering just what it would feel like to nibble on those extra long nipples, and then kiss and suck that smooth flesh between her legs. But even as those thoughts were swirling around in my head, she turned, and I got my first really good look at her bottom.

The cheeks were surprisingly full, but so taut that each was distinctly separate from the other. Between the two globes was a deep, clearly defined valley, and at the bottom of that, a vee shaped, sexually inviting space between the base of her arse and her thighs. It was, as one of my young nephews would have probably described it - 'an arse to die for!'

Even if I wouldn't have automatically used such a phrase myself I knew exactly what it meant, she had an arse made for fucking, and in spite of how thoroughly Leila had drained me I felt my body reacting, blood surging back into my cock. Then when she bent down to pick up the bottle of oil I felt it starting to throb at thoughts of what it might actually feel like to push it into that space, then push it deeper, into her tight little pussy.

Then she turned and doing my best to push those thoughts aside, at least for the time being, I watched as she poured a good quantity of oil on to her hands then ran them all over herself. As her skin took on a sexy sheen its warmth released the oil's fragrance and the air was soon filled with more of that heady perfume. Having coated herself she dribbled a little more oil down on to Leila, then knelt and began smoothing it over her.

When she had finished she pulled Leila upright and although her voice was husky it was loud enough for me to hear quite clearly what she said. 'Now please use this body to complete your pleasure.'

Whereas Shachee's proposition took me completely by surprise, Leila seemed to have been half expecting it, showing virtually no hesitation before taking Shachee in her arms and kissing her full on the mouth.

I spent the next twenty or thirty minutes in increasingly excited frustration as I watched the two beautiful girls pleasuring each other. Although each used their hands and mouths to good effect, at various times every other single part of their bodies also played its part as they coiled and writhed together.

Although the implication of what Shachee had said was that Leila should concentrate on her own pleasure, it was clear from the outset that Leila's objective was for their mutual delight and gratification. She demonstrated the same amazing self-control that she had when pleasuring me, somehow able to delay reaching her own climax until she was sure Shachee would be achieving hers too.

But even when they did finally orgasm together, that was only the start of it. Once the initial waves had passed it seemed that what Leila had done for her only made Shachee even more determined to show who was the provider and who the recipient. Although her caresses continued to be essentially feminine her other actions were distinctly more forceful, making it difficult, if not impossible for Leila to reciprocate, moving and twisting her this way and that as she began working her slowly towards yet another climax.

So, because she had been so single minded, when Leila finally began what was obviously an even more intense, rolling, multiple orgasm I was somewhat surprised to see Shachee turn around and get beneath her, so each could reach the other's pussy with their mouths and tongues. But I understood her intention when, a few seconds after they had settled, Shachee turned her head towards me, then beckoned me over, indicating I should get behind Leila.

By that stage I'd got so wound up from watching the two of them that I'd got a truly raging erection and certainly needed no encouragement to use it. So I got up out of the spa, and without even bothering to dry myself, went over and stood behind Leila's crouching body, listening to the distinct slurping sounds as each worked on the other's pussy. Shachee's wide staring eyes looked up from between Leila's thighs, their gaze firmly focused on my rearing cock as I stood there for a few moments before kneeling down.

The taut curves of Leila's buttocks were irresistible and I felt her body tense momentarily at the unexpected touch of my hand on them. Then, realising what was happening, and guessing what my intention was she made my access easier by shifting her legs a little further apart and lifting her bottom, exposing both her tightly wrinkled arse-hole, and immediately below that, the wetly pouting lips of her cleanly shaved pussy.

The sight and the anticipation of thrusting into it sent a fresh surge of blood into my already fully engorged cock and there was another when I felt Shachee's fingers close around it, guiding it home as I edged forward.

The excitement of what I had been watching for the previous half hour had made my cock rock-hard and what they had been doing to each other had made Leila's pussy sopping wet, so I was able to get most of it deep inside her with one single thrust. But it wasn't just rock-hard, it had also become super-sensitive and the sensations that coursed through me as I drove it deep into that slick, velvety passage were simply indescribable. Then I heard Leila's muffled moan of pleasure as I tightened my grip of her hips and completely opened her up by driving the rest inside her.

Even though it was so wet, the tightness of her pussy heightened the intensity of the sensations coursing through me as I began to thrust in and out of her. Then, as if what I was already experiencing was not enough, I felt Shachee's arms snake around my legs, her hands adding to the thrills as one stroked and fondled my balls and the other urged me on by squeezing my buttocks.

The three of us seemed to be lost in some separate world, a world where there was nothing but our intertwined bodies and the blissful delight we were each giving to, and receiving from the others. And blending with the girls' muffled slurping sounds were my own, deeper, gasps and grunts as waves of pleasure swept through my entire body.

After what seemed an eternity of rapturous fucking I realised by the way she was jerking herself back against me that Leila was finally building towards yet another climax and her actions intensified my own. I found myself gripping her more firmly, my thrusting becoming even more forceful, and each time my body smacked against her arse-cheeks I felt a bruising jolt as my balls slapped against the backs of her thighs.

Then she lifted her head from where it had been buried between Shachee's thighs and let out a cry as she felt her contractions starting. Knowing what she needed right then I increased both the speed and power of my action, sweat starting to drip off me as I drove my cock even deeper into her spasming pussy.

I felt the ache in my balls growing, then, as they tightened up against the base of the shaft, Shachee's fingers began to rhythmically squeeze them. At the same moment forcing the fingers of her other hand up between the cheeks of my arse, one of them probing, then pushing up into my anus.

That was more stimulation than my system could take and with a mind-blowing rush my entire body seemed to concentrate all its force behind my pistoning cock. I felt Shachee's fingers working harder, and as the finger up my arse thrust deeper the first scalding jet ripped through me. A split-second later I heard Leila give a keening wail as she felt that first load blasting into her, a wail that turned to high pitched shrieks of pleasure when the first was followed almost immediately by another and another and another, my pistoning cock pumping gouts of hot, thick semen deep into the very core of her body.

And even though the pleasure-centres in my head seemed completely over-loaded by the strength of the sensations coursing through my body, I could still feel Leila jerking herself back at me, trying to drive my cock even deeper, and making sure she forced every last drop out of me.

When she was certain she had done so, with my cock still jammed hard up inside her, she returned her full attention to Shachee. I could tell from both the loudness of Leila's slurping and Shachee's mewling squeals of pleasure just how enthusiastically she was going about it, and a minute or two later Shachee reached her own, only slightly less dramatic orgasm.

Although it took even her a while, Shachee was the first to recover, I felt her disentangling herself and slipping out from beneath us, then watched as she went over and slid down into the spa. It took Leila and I quite a bit longer to recover from the force and intensity of what we had experienced before we joined her, and then the three of us let the invigorating jets start to work their magic on our tired bodies.

After a few minutes soaking Shachee got up out of the spa and busied herself behind the screen, then appeared carrying a tray of tall glasses. 'Pink one for lady, blue for gentleman, and green for Shachee. Very refreshing.' she said with a smile as she handed them to us, then put the tray down and slid back into the spa beside me.

The drink was icy cold and had a sweet, slightly acidic taste that I didn't recognise, but which was certainly as refreshing as Shachee had said it would be. 'It's delicious Shachee. What is it?' Leila asked.

'Secret, but enjoy, make us feel much better very quickly.' Shachee answered cryptically as she reached for something else on the tray. 'And this help to relax us.' she added.

It was a joint of cannabis, something I hadn't smoked for many years, and even then only on the odd occasion.

'Now that's a very good idea, you do think of everything don't you.' Leila said enthusiastically as Shachee struck a match and made sure it was properly lit before handing it to me.

Although not a connoisseur of cannabis it was obvious even to me that the stuff was of very high quality, the smoke had none of the raw harshness I remembered from the other times, and after just the first drag I felt a faint tingling sensation spreading through my body. Leila confirmed my thoughts after she had taken a drag and held the smoke for even longer than I had, then exclaiming. 'Oh that's very, very good stuff!'

When she tried to pass the joint back to Shachee she had to reach across in front of me and whether it was because of our depleted energy or the effects of the drink and grass, our movements weren't very well co-ordinated and for a moment it looked as though the joint was going to end up in the spa too.

'We sit over there while we smoke this.' Shachee said, pointing to a grouping of cane furniture. 'I get towels for us, bath-room is over there if you need it.' she added, pointing to one corner of the room as she got up out of the water.

While Leila and I gave ourselves a quick rub down with the towels she gave us, Shachee spread three more over the chairs, then took our glasses and refilled them before rejoining us. I don't think it occurred to any one of us to use a towel to cover ourselves, right then it seemed the most natural thing in the world to be sitting together totally naked.

I don't recall any of us saying very much as we passed the joint to and fro, and between drags, took sips from our drinks. But I know that the longer we sat there the more aware I became of just how beautiful both girls were, and how amazingly lucky I was to be there with them. I found myself comparing their bodies, at first their more obvious attributes, the silky smoothness of their skin, the length of their legs, and the size and shape of their breasts. Recalling and trying to relive the thrills each of them had already given me, then trying to imagine what others they still had in mind for each of us. But later I found I was examining both of them in much more minute detail. I became fascinated and then totally preoccupied by the small differences, the contours of their eye-brows, the length and shape of their fingers, the way each held their glass and the joint, and the shape of their lips as they drank from or drew on them.

My studies were so absorbing that I have no idea when they started whispering to each other, nor what suddenly brought it to my attention, but although by then the cannabis had definitely made me woozy my memory of what followed is crystal clear.

They were both watching me, my crotch actually, and I heard Leila say. 'Even for him that's an amazingly quick recovery. Do you think it's the dope?'

'A little maybe, but mainly the drink.' Shachee answered with a little giggle.

'There was something in the drink?'

'Special stuff, one to make him feel sexy, another to make him last.'

'In ours too?'

'Only sexy stuff for us, just a little bit for me.'

'So that's why I've been feeling an itch, down here.' Leila replied, dropping her hand down between her thighs. 'Why only a little bit for you?'

Shachee's voice dropped lower, but I still heard her giggling reply. 'Shachee get itchy without too much help.'

'The other stuff, to make him last, is that to last a longer time?'

'Maybe that, but make him able to come two, three more times.'

'But he's already come three times.'

'Two times.' Shachee countered.

'There was another, before we got here.' Leila replied.

'Aah, I see.' Shachee said, then gave another low giggle and added. 'But he still come two, maybe three more times.' Then they both began to laugh when she said. 'He sleep late tomorrow.'

As soon as I realised what they were talking about I looked down at myself, and when I saw my cock, was as amazed as Leila had been. In spite of what they had already done for me it was growing, lengthening and thickening, and even as I watched I felt it starting to stiffen.

But even more disturbing than my cock's reaction was what was going on inside me, although I'd already had three orgasms that evening and should have been very well sated, I found myself experiencing a strong, and steadily growing need for still more sex.

'Two or three more times.' Leila said thoughtfully. 'We are going to share this aren't we Shachee?'

'It your evening, you decide.'

'Actually it's Jack's evening, it's his birthday. And if what I've merely seen of his reactions to you is any indication of what's been going on inside his head, I'm sure he wants an opportunity to try it with you.'

'Shachee quite small, gentleman very impressive.'

'I imagine it's your smallness that has been getting to him, I'm sure you know what I mean.'

Shachee gave another of her delightful low giggles before responding. 'True, many gentlemen like idea of little girl.'

'Yes, and although Jack is in most ways very different from many gentlemen, in that way I'm sure he's not. So, one for me, one for you, and then later, perhaps, one to share. Are you sure about that?'

'Two definite, three maybe.'

'OK now with that to look forward to, let's relax, enjoy this excellent dope. Knowing what's yet to come I'm not certain I'll need more of what ever's in the drink - but I'll have it anyway.' Leila added with a laugh as she picked up the still half full glass.


Chapter 27

Shachee

It didn't surprise me that Leila had guessed how I'd been feeling about the idea of fucking Shachee, apart from seeing my cock's physical reactions, she had always seemed able to read my innermost thoughts. But in a way I hoped that wasn't true right then, because while outwardly I was doing the same as Leila and Shachee were, relaxing, sipping my drink between puffs on the joint, what was happening inside my head was a completely different scenario.

As I had no reason to doubt it, and from what was already happening to me, what Shachee said about the properties of what was in the drink was presumably right. If so, and now knowing that Leila was more than happy to share my reactions to it with Shachee, then before the evening was over I would be experiencing what I had been trying to imagine. 

And, having lain back and closed my eyes, that was exactly what was going on inside my head, imagining the various thrills her small, but perfectly proportioned body could give me.




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I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands over her taut, lightly oiled curves. Imagined I was caressing her breasts, making those extraordinarily long nipples stiff, then sucking on them. Imagined I was pressing my face down between her thighs, kissing and licking her hairless sex. Then fondling that impossibly sexy arse, pressing my cock into that space between it and the tops of her thighs. But most of the time I was trying, quite unsuccessfully, to imagine just what it would actually feel like to squeeze my cock into her small, and undoubtedly incredibly tight pussy.

Again it was their low whispering that brought me back to reality, and again it was what was happening to my cock that was the subject of their attention. And when I opened my eyes and glanced down at myself, I saw the reason why. Given all that had been going on inside my head I guess my body would have reacted strongly without the aid of what Shachee had given me, but with whatever it was in the drink augmenting my day-dreams, I had by then developed yet another full blown erection.

'That's just what I need to scratch my itch.' I heard Leila say. She got up, bent and kissed Shachee, then I heard her whispering something before she turned, took my hand and as she pulled me up out of the chair, said. 'There's an excellent bed waiting to be made use of Jack.'

Then she took me to bed and we made love.

Although both of us were being strongly influenced by the combination of the dope and whatever it was that Shachee had put in our drinks, we made love. Simply kissing and caressing each other for a long, long time, slowly, lovingly, both suppressing the more powerful sexual forces and drives simmering inside us.

What we were doing with each other was so sweet and tender that with my eyes closed I felt sure the girl in my arms was Lucy, my darling Lucy, and knew I neither wanted nor needed any other woman. But when I opened them and saw the colour of the skin I was kissing or caressing, or saw those coal-black eyes smiling back into mine, I knew it was Leila, always irresistible, and always immediately responsive Leila.

Our hands and mouths moved slowly over each other's body, stroking, kissing, caressing, licking. Each taking our time, taking and receiving pleasure from touching and being touched. But of course eventually something within us grew more demanding, and when I knew the time was right for her I rolled her beneath me and slid smoothly into her.

For a little while we lay there together, quite still, enjoying the sense of oneness that it gave both of us, but then I felt her starting to move and felt the thrills inside me heightening as I moved with her. But even as they grew we continued to take our time, occasionally shifting positions, seeking new ways of increasing the delights we were sharing.

At one stage Leila reached a series of small peaks that seemed to gradually merge into a single undulating event that rolled on and on, like gently breaking ocean waves. Knowing what she was experiencing was merely a foretaste of what was still to come for us both, I rode them with her, maintaining my unhurried pace. But when they finally tapered off their effect seemed to have lifted her to a higher plateau of enjoyment, and from her actions I could tell she was determined I should join her there.

'I want us to try something Jack.' she said, slipping out from beneath me. 'Get up on your knees please.'

I had no idea what she had in mind but was happy to do as she asked. She also got up on to her knees, staring down at my cock as we moved. 'It really does look magnificent when you're this aroused. I'm sure I could come from just looking at it.' she said, looking up into my eyes as she reached forward and lightly stroked the quivering shaft. 'But I won't, hopefully we'll come together this time. Now, put you hands down behind you and lean backwards.'

Then I guessed what her intention was, and as I did as she asked she put her arms around my neck, using me as support as she moved forward until she was straddling my thighs. 'Now for the tricky bit.' she said as she lifted herself higher, holding on to me tightly with one hand while the other reached down between us.

There was nothing I could do to help her but she didn't need any, after only a minor adjustment to her position I felt the slippery warmth of her pussy lips enveloping my cock-head, then she pushed herself slowly down, taking the full, straining length.

I could see there would be advantages and disadvantages to that position. Naturally I couldn't move much, so she would have to fuck me. But not only would my cock reach deep inside her, but with it angling upwards, as she moved up and down, her clit would be rubbing directly against the shaft.

'Oh yes, that's very nice!' she whispered once we'd settled ourselves. 'And if you put one arm around me and hang on you could touch me with the other.' she suggested, and of course as I liked the idea of being able to fondle her breasts I did that too.

'And on top of all that I can kiss you.' she added, pulling herself closer and pressing her lips against mine. But as she moved she'd allowed my cock to penetrate even deeper and as her tongue slid into my mouth I felt her squirming, and after only a couple of seconds she pulled back. 'Oh shit, that's deep!' she exclaimed.

'Try leaning back a little instead.' I suggested, giving her a gentle push.

Doing that not only made her position more comfortable and made her breasts more accessible, but also tightened and lifted them. 'Ah yes, that's much better, and you know how much I like that.' she said as I used my free hand to fondle them.

She remained quite still for a while, letting me caress first one then the other breast, sighing and occasionally giving a low moan of pleasure when I leaned forward and kissed them and sucked on her spiking nipples. But in time, as her body responded to the varied stimulations she was experiencing, I felt her beginning to make a few tentative moves, then, gripping my shoulders more tightly, she began to rise and fall.

At first, not wanting to risk the discomfort her previous sudden action had caused, she moved slowly, carefully, and I was able to continue caressing her. But as I had guessed, in that position, with my cock angling so sharply up into her pussy, her already sensitive clit immediately reacted to the friction of having the shaft rubbing against it, and that quickly aroused her deeper needs. 

So, as both her excitement and confidence grew her actions became both faster and more forceful, and I felt her pussy tightening its grip of my cock. The increasing stimulation she was giving me intensified what I was feeling and as our mutual urgency rose higher and her movements more unrestrained, I found I needed both hands to hold on to her.

It wasn't long before the pressure inside me approached critical level and I felt my balls starting to ache, and the muscles in my thighs and abdomen tightening. When she realised I too was working up to an orgasm she began to drive herself up and down even more purposefully, as though she was again trying to literally suck the semen up out of me.

And a little later that's just about what she did, one moment I was still building up to it, the next I was climaxing. The first load spouted up into her as though a cork had been blasted from a well-shaken champagne bottle, but the force behind the rest was intensified by her pumping, vacuuming cunt, producing a series of almost unbearably delirious eruptions.

Perhaps it was the sheer force of the onset of my climax that provided the final trigger for her own, but whether it was that or what had been building up inside herself, she gave a sudden shrill cry then grunted as she thrust down even harder, her entire body shuddering as it began. As it took her higher she rode me harder, forcing my still spurting cock even deeper, and continued ramming herself up and down it long after she must have known I was utterly drained.

But finally, much to my relief, she began to slow down and then, finally stopped. She fell forward against me, her arms twining round my neck, hanging on for support as she gasped for breath. 'Oh Jack, that was something else!' she panted. 'You got into places I'm not sure it's meant to go.'

'It was unbelievably powerful for me too Leila. But at the end you were going at it so hard I was beginning to wonder if there would be any skin left on it.' I replied.

'Sorry, by that time I'd got a bit out of control. Shachee seemed to enjoy our demonstration too.' she added.

I turned and looked over my shoulder to see what she meant and saw Shachee slumped in the chair where we'd left her, her legs splayed wide apart. There was a contented smile on her face and while she continued squeezing a breast with one hand, the fingers of the other gently stroked her pussy.

'That was very nice, then very exciting. Itch got too strong, had to do something about it.' she said with a low giggle when she saw us watching her. Then added. 'You make very good couple.'

Even though her hand was covering most of it I found I couldn't help myself staring at what lay up between her legs, at that completely hairless mound. And again found myself imagining what it would feel like to kiss, lick and suck it.

And again it was as though Leila could read what was going through my head, even as those thoughts were occurring to me I heard her whispering in my ear. 'I doubt that was completely satisfying for her. After all she's done for us I think it would be nice if you did something for her. Why not give her a demonstration of the wonderful things you can do with your tongue.'

Without giving me time to answer she lifted herself off me, my cock making a loud squelching sound as it slipped out of her. Grabbing several tissues from the table beside the bed she gave me a couple and while I cleaned the sticky froth from my cock and balls, used the others to mop up the juices running out of herself.

She didn't say a word as she took Shachee's hand and brought her over to the bed, but before she pushed her down on to it she kissed her, and as their lips parted I heard her whisper a single word. 'Enjoy!'

As I knelt at Shachee's feet Leila lifted and spread her legs, then, having given me an encouraging smile, moved further up the bed and started slowly caressing her.

I stayed kneeling for a few moments, just looking at the pussy I'd tried several times to picture. The images I'd had of the school-girl flashed back into my head, the teasing, taunting, provocative school-girl. Turning me on by lewdly twirling herself around, flashing the snow-white panties, making sure I could see just how noticeable a bulge there was in the front of them.

Now I could see it all. The prominent fleshy mound was made all the more excitingly inviting by its total lack of hair, and below it, her sex, its lips swollen, pouting and still glistening from the fingering she'd given herself. I felt a shudder of anticipated excitement run through me as I looked at her, saw how small an entrance her pussy actually had, and thought about what thrills it must be capable of giving.

But putting those aside for the moment, I eased her legs further apart, moved up between them and, to give me better access to her I slipped both hands under her bottom and lifted her. Then, catching a whiff of her sexual aroma as I bent low, I pressed my lips against her.

She gave a low hiss as she felt my kiss, then another when I began to slowly lick her, and waves of pleasure also swept through me as I let my tongue drift over the smoothest, silkiest skin I'd ever felt.

I took my time, initially kissing and licking her mound then working my way all over her inner thighs and up over her belly, my fingers slowly following where my lips and tongue had been. From time to time I glanced up at what Leila was doing, saw her caresses progressing from Shachee's face and shoulders down to her breasts. Saw how long and stiff those extraordinary nipples were getting, and had a twinge of envy when I saw Leila bend and take them between her lips.

Between us we soon had Shachee squirming with pleasure, her low hisses changing to soft moans as what we were doing steadily increased her level of arousal. But she gave another, sharper hiss when I finally turned my attention to her pussy, slowly sliding my tongue over, then between its lips, feeling my taste buds tingling from the tang of her acrid juices.

Not only did her pussy seem wetter than it had been when I first saw it, the lips seemed to be more swollen, the scent of her arousal was distinctly stronger and I could see the pink tip of her clitoris peeping out from beneath its hood. Pushing my hands back under her bottom I again lifted her, then, with the thoughts of what it would feel like if it was my cock that was doing it, I pressed my mouth against her pussy-lips, stiffened my tongue and began sliding it in out of her.

Her reaction was to lift herself and press her sex hard up against my mouth, not only enabling me to probe deeper, but also providing friction on her clit as she began moving her hips up and down.

That combination was obviously effective because it wasn't long before I felt sure there was more of her clitoris poking out from beneath the hood. When I slid my tongue out of her pussy and lightly swirled it around the sensitive tip she gave a low grunt and after a few more of those I was sure it had grown noticeably longer.

I suddenly remembered what I had done for Lucy, in the River Gardens, when she'd been sitting up on the wall, remembered how strongly she'd reacted when I blew puffs of air across her clitoris. And when I did the same thing for her it seemed that Shachee's responses were even stronger. The first made her squeal with delight, and the second triggered a louder one, at the same time making her body arch, her hips thrusting higher, making my access to her pussy even easier.

When I saw just how strong a response I was getting from her I glanced up and saw that Leila was then concentrating all her attention on Shachee's extraordinarily long nipples, her fingers rolling and tweaking one while she nibbled and firmly sucked on the other. Copying that technique, having given her clit several more gentle puffs of air, I pressed my lips down around the protruding bud, and began to gently suck.

Although not a word was spoken Leila and I seemed to be completely in harmony, neither of us in any hurry, both equally determined to give Shachee as much pleasure as she had given us. Taking our time, and gradually lifting her from one plateau to another. So it wasn't really surprising that the combination of what we were doing eventually brought on what was obviously an intensely strong climax. But even though I'd had recurring thoughts about it, and Shachee had told us what the stuff in the drink would make me capable of, I was still amazed to discover that by then I not only had another erection, but was filled with an over-powering need, a need to find out just what it would really feel like to fuck her.

When I looked up I found Leila watching me, her eyes fixed on what was happening to my cock, then she looked up, and yet again seemed able to read my thoughts. 'There won't be a better time Jack.' Was all she said.

When she felt me getting up on to my knees, Shachee opened her eyes, her attention also immediately drawn to my still rising erection. I could tell from the dark mist clouding them that she was still winding down from her orgasm but she was alert enough to my obvious intentions to start to sit up. 'No, wait!' She said.

For one awful moment I thought that after all the thoughts I'd had about doing it I was now going to be denied the opportunity to experience what by then had become almost an obsession. So I was filled with both an incredible sense of relief and rising excitement when she added as she rolled over and got up on to her knees. 'Shachee have it like Leila? Please!'

'Like Leila!' I thought. From the back. As I'd tried to imagine doing it. Pressing my cock up into that maddeningly sexy space between the top of her thighs and her arse.

Then the practicalities of doing it that way struck me. She was so small and, at least by comparison with her body, my cock was so massive. Would she be able to take it that way? Would I actually hurt her if I tried it?

Shachee must have seen the look of concern on my face because she reached across, opened a drawer in the bed-side table and took out a small blue jar, covered only in Chinese characters. 'Special lubricant.' she explained. 'Shachee very wet, so you use this too and it be fine.'

She looked back down over her shoulders, watching as I unscrewed the lid, took a quick sniff of the ointment and then applied a thick coat to both the head and shaft, smiling when she saw the strength of my cock's reaction to just the touch of my own hand. Knowing I was going to need as much control as possible, and that standing beside the bed would give me more than kneeling on a bouncy mattress would, I moved her around so she was facing across the bed, then pulled her back until she was kneeling on its very edge.

Leila sat cross-legged, just watching us and although the sight of her naked availability would normally have sent my head spinning with desire for her, right then all I could think of was Shachee's smaller, and presumably much tighter pussy. And when I looked down, at her arse, the twin globes of firm flesh and that deep, inviting valley between them, I felt my cock starting to throb as the sight, and the thought of what thrills it might be about to give me sent fresh supplies of blood coursing into it.

I reached out and brushed my finger-tips lightly across her shoulders, down her back and over her bottom. Her skin was so unbelievably soft and smooth it was almost fluid-like, as though her entire body was covered in some warm, milky liquid. I felt Shachee shiver at my touch and as I moved forward she lifted herself upright, turning her head so we could kiss, her teeth nibbling at my lips as her probing tongue darted between them.

Slipping both hands around her I cupped her breasts, and as I began to knead the firm flesh and gently roll those incredibly long, and still stiffened nipples between my fingers, I moved forward, pressing the already rock-hard length into that cleft between the cheeks of her arse. The combination of her milky soft skin and the tautness of her buttocks sent sparks flashing up the length of it as I slowly moved it back and forth, the friction generated feelings that soon had my cock throbbing wildly and the rest of my body shuddering.

When Shachee felt that she pulled her head away and said. 'I think you more than ready now, I make it good for you.'

There was a hoarse rasp in my voice as I answered quite truthfully. 'It already is.'

She giggled and replied. 'Proper place tighter, much better than this, so you sure to like it more.' Then bent forward on to all fours, pushing her arse high, exposing both the tightly wrinkled arse-hole and below it, her completely hairless pussy.

The mere sight of it, already moist and shaded a dark pink was enough to send my blood pressure rising and as I slid my hands down between her thighs and eased them a little further apart, the thought of what was to come set my cock throbbing and jerking even more strongly. So, taking a firm grip of her hips I pushed forward, wedging the head in the slit between her pussy lips.

At first I really didn't think I was going to be successful, in spite of her own natural lubrication and the synthetic version covering my cock, no matter how much pressure I applied I was getting nowhere. Then Shachee gave a loud hiss, and as though a gate had been reluctantly opened I got just the head inside. But it still felt as though I was trying to squeeze my cock into an incredibly narrow pipe, and realising I was going to have to struggle just as hard to get the rest in I began to rock back and forth.




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That tactic worked, with each forward push I gradually got a little more inside her and in spite of whatever discomfort she was feeling Shachee did her bit to help me achieve full penetration by wriggling and pushing herself back at me. And to my genuine surprise and heightened excitement, after only another couple of minutes of our combined rocking and pushing, we were successful.

When I realised I was fully embedded I paused, not only giving Shachee's body a chance to adjust to the size of me but also giving myself a few moments to savour the thrills the sheer tightness of her were generating.

Closing my eyes I remembered the various images I'd had of her. Walking up the stairs behind her, watching the hypnotic sway of her pert little bottom. The taunting teasing school-girl flashing her panties at me. Seeing her actual body when she'd stripped. Finally seeing that perfect arse, imagining it was just waiting for my cock.

Then I realised there was more to what I was feeling than just the physical excitement. In addition to that was a real sense of elation in knowing that having tried several times to imagine what it would be like to fuck her small but exquisite body, it was finally about to happen.

Opening them again I saw Leila watching me, until then she hadn't moved, but when she saw the expression on my face and knew I had finally been successful, she gave me a broad grin, then shifted closer and knelt beside us. As I finally began to slowly thrust back and forth she reached beneath Shachee and I felt the fingers of one hand start stroking her mound, guessing the other was doing the same to her breasts.

Even if Shachee wasn't as surprised as I was that she'd actually been able to take it all my cock must have been giving her some physical discomfort, but when she felt Leila's hands she seemed to relax. But even so I took it slowly at first, not only because I still had a nagging worry about actually hurting her, but also because I wanted to prolong the incredible feelings I was getting from the sheer tightness of her pussy.

I had never felt anything remotely like the sensations being generated by that much friction, they were truly electrifying. Each time I thrust forward it felt as though I was plunging my cock into a furnace, having the skin scorched off it, exposing and triggering additional nerve endings that immediately added their response to those already firing up into my brain.

It dawned on me that all the reasons I'd ever heard as to why many western men became besotted by eastern women were only partly true. Perhaps they were less aggressive, more concerned about the welfare and comfort of their men, and all the other things people usually said when comparing them with many western women. But above all those, and never ever spoken about, was their physical size, their smaller bodies, their tighter, much tighter pussies.

The pleasure centres inside my brain soon became completely over-loaded and I must have drifted into a state similar to that brought on by using much stronger drugs than those we'd had. I knew my body was continuing to thrust my cock back and forth, was aware of the messages of exquisite pleasure-pain being transmitted from it, and sensed the steady build-up of internal tension and pressure resulting from that. But at the same time it was as though all that was happening to someone else, that I was merely experiencing those sensations second-hand. Inside my head I was still in the spa, feeling the boiling, fizzing jet playing on my cock and balls, watching slow-motion images of Shachee.

One image had stripped me, whispering how impressive my already fully erect cock was, using one hand to stroke it, making it pulse and throb even more strongly by fondling my balls with the other, then leading me down into the spa.

At the same time, another, a little further away, was undressing for me, slowly, like a professional strip-tease artist, making me drool as she tantalisingly exposed various parts of herself. Turning this way and that so I never had too long to get a really good look at any one part. At least not until she was completely naked, then, holding her arms above her head she slowly pirouetted. With her arms in that position her remarkable breasts were lifted into profile, the unusual shape of their upsweeping curves making my mouth water, their long and already spiking nipples inviting my lips to nibble them. Then as she turned, she bent low, letting my eyes feast on that saint-tempting arse.

And, still further off, was a third, one totally the result of my own imagination, Shachee the school-girl. Her hair still in plaits, and wearing the same short-skirted uniform. But this image was far more erotic than it had been before, this time she wasn't content to simply spin around, flashing her panties and the bulges they covered at me.

This time she came to me, standing beside the spa for a minute or two, smiling shyly as she looked down at me, then staring wide-eyed at the length of my rearing cock that was poking up through the frothing bubbles. Then, without taking her eyes off it, moving closer still, standing on the very edge of the spa, so as I looked up I found I could see right up under her skirt. I saw that this time she wasn't wearing panties, and as she moved her legs apart then bent her knees, I felt my cock jerk even higher as she let me look up at her hairless, already swollen and pouting pussy.

She let me feast my eyes on that enticing sight for a couple of minutes, then stepped down into the spa, her clothes dissolving as she entered the water, the water somehow draining away as she crouched beside me, then I felt her hand curling around my rampant cock as she lowered her head and slipped her lips down over it. Her skilful mouth soon turned it into a throbbing, quivering mass and when she was finally satisfied with her handy-work she got up and stepped astride me. As she squatted down she guided the tip between her pussy-lips, holding the shaft steady as she paused for a moment, then pushing herself lower.

The thrills she sent coursing through me were simply mind-blowing, but they were disturbed by a loud groaning sound, and it was those groans that dragged me back, like someone being reluctantly dragged from a wonderful dream into the harsh reality of day-light. But, unlike the unhappy sleeper I found myself back in an actuality even more wonderful than my reverie, and realised that the groans were my own.

Until that moment the images of Shachee had been so powerful that they dominated what was going on inside my head, to the extent that I wasn't really conscious of what my body was doing. So in the split-second it took me to return to full consciousness I was hit by the accumulation of everything it had been experiencing, and that was like a fire-work display going off, its impact leaving me gasping for breath.

When I did regain something like full awareness I found it felt as though I had a furnace raging inside me, and one that seemed to be still growing in strength. But in addition to that was how my cock felt, even hotter, sizzling white-hot, and although I knew it shouldn't be possible, it also felt as though it had grown, grown to a simply enormous size.

At first I simply refused to believe the information my brain was receiving, thinking that I was still experiencing the after-effects of the cannabis. Then I remembered how effective the stuff in the drink had been, and wondered if the special lubricant Shachee had given me to use had something to do with what had happened. But I quickly decided that explanations didn't make any difference, whether they were being induced by the dope or some other concoction, the thrills I was getting were all that actually mattered.

So I let myself slip back into that blissful euphoria, vaguely aware of the loud squelching, sucking sound my cock was making it made as I thrust in and out of Shachee's super-tight pussy and the bruising pain in my swollen balls each time they smacked against her bottom.

Some time later I realised I wasn't alone in what I was feeling, from the sounds she was starting to make Shachee must have begun to experience sensations almost as intense as mine were. Until then her sounds of pleasure had been somewhat restrained, mainly occasional hisses and soft moans. But by then she was grunting loudly each time I powered into her, the grunts getting progressively louder and sharper.

Although I couldn't see what she was doing I could feel Leila's fingers at work, and as she felt Shachee's increasingly strong reactions their movements changed from stroking, flickering caresses to a brisker rubbing action. Taking my cue from that I increased the speed of my thrusting and just a few seconds later Shachee gave an almost anguished screech as her orgasm started.

Her pussy was already so constricted that I wouldn't have thought it physically possible for it to get any tighter, but as her climax began, it did, her contractions making it feel as though my cock was being crushed in some sort of heavenly vice. In fact they were so strong that if her body hadn't been producing additional lubrication it would have been extremely difficult to maintain the rhythm of my thrusting.

It was soon clear that what Shachee was experiencing was a rolling, multiple orgasm and given the intensity of the stimulation I'd received I was surprised to find my own still seemed some way off. So between us, Leila and I were able to take her through a long series of what seemed to be progressively higher crests.

When she was finally done and realised that I still hadn't come, she turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at me. Her face was darkly flushed and tiny beads of perspiration clung to her brow and upper lip. 'Stay still.' she said hoarsely. 'I finish you now.'

I thought I knew what she had in mind but what actually followed was not what I'd expected and turned into one of the most unforgettable climaxes I'd ever experienced.

The tightness of her pussy seemed to slacken a little and she eased herself forward until she had just the head of my cock inside, then her grip of it re-tightened and she began to slowly sway her bottom from side to side. Each movement was quite small, just enough for her pussy-lips to slip back and forth over the rim, and because my cock-head had become so sensitive and the stimulation was so localised the intensity of what I felt was unbelievable.

Perhaps it was the sight of that incredible arse swaying to and fro. Perhaps it was the unbelievably feel of her amazingly tight pussy. Or maybe it was a combination of those, plus the lubricant, the cannabis and whatever had been in the drinks, but as Shachee continued her unhurried movements I felt still more blood pumping into my cock. The additional volume not only made it start to throb and pulse, but also ballooned the head, making it even more sensitive to the sensations she was generating. Sensations that were so strong that I knew in future, whenever I happened to see a particularly pert bottom swaying down the road ahead of me, I would instantly recall them.

Feeling the strength of my reactions, Shachee added a variation to what she was doing. Every now and then drawing a little more of my cock inside herself and instead of just swaying them from side to side she'd flex and rotate her hips, making the by then almost painfully sensitive head, rub against the lining of her cunt.

I had never felt anything like what she was doing to me and the excruciating thrills that seared up through my cock sent the pressure inside me higher and higher. The rapidly increasing tension seemed to stretch every nerve and fibre to virtual breaking point and although she'd told me to remain still, I found it increasingly difficult to resist the urge to bring on my climax by thrusting deeper into her. So it was an unbelievable relief when, sensing I was only a matter of seconds away from it, she said in a tensely hoarse voice. 'Now! Go now!'

It was only when I started thrusting that I realised just how much skill and effort it had taken on Shachee's part to produce the sensations I had previously been feeling. Knowing just how massive my cock had become by then I had anticipated I would need to use even more force than I had before, but I found the reverse to be true. Although her pussy was undoubtedly still small and tight it was nowhere near as constricted as it had been, and I suddenly realised that even through her own orgasm she had actually been controlling the extreme tightness, presumably for my benefit.

I was not only impressed by her extraordinary ability but realising just how much control she had of her body also relieved any lingering anxiety I had about hurting her. She was undoubtedly more than capable of taking anything I could do, and with that reassuring thought I set-to with renewed vigour.

The fact that she'd produced so much natural lubricant, which had become thoroughly mixed with what I had earlier put on my cock, made her pussy delightfully juicy, and the feel of the slippery lining clinging to the shaft as I powered in and out was sublime. But it seemed I had no sooner got going than I felt my aching balls tightening, riding right up into my groin as a surging rush built inside me. As I increased my speed and power I heard myself give a groan that expressed both the anticipation of final relief and a degree of disappointment that what I was experiencing would soon be over,

The ache in my balls got stronger as the semen inside them came to a churning boil, then I felt that heart-stopping moment just before the first load fired out of me, and in that split-second I thrust forward as hard as I could, burying my exploding cock deep inside her.

The force behind that first gout was enormous, and from the sharp screech she gave as it splattered the deepest recesses of her cunt Shachee must have been even more surprised by the power of it than I was. Then the screech turned into a series of rising grunts, and as my cock flashed in and out, each thrust firing more hot semen into her, I felt her pussy tightening again and realised the sheer force of my climax had restarted her own.

After all she had done for me I wanted desperately to maximise her pleasure and found the strength to keep thrusting as it built. But I was then truly astonished to find that even after I had spurted the very last drop of semen, I was actually able to keep going long enough to take her through a number of obviously extremely strong peaks.

Not surprisingly by the time we'd finished with each other I felt utterly drained, and in spite of what Shachee had said about the effects of the stuff she'd put in our drinks, doubted I'd be able to come again for a week. Shachee seemed almost as weary as I did and having told Leila there was another joint in the cupboard and some wine in the fridge beside it, we both slid into the spa while Leila lit the joint and poured each of us a glass of wine.

'Where did you learn to do those amazing things with your body Shachee?' I asked when we were all settled.

'Long story, Lu - Leila knows, get her to tell you, some other time. Enough for now you enjoy. It good?'

'It very, very good. In fact it bloody fantastic!' I replied, my voice already showing signs of the effect the joint was having on me, yet making both girls smile with a fair imitation of Shachee's delightful accent.

'You very good too.' she said softly. 'Very strong, hold on for long time too, do very nice things for Shachee.'

'That's praise indeed from a girl as skilled as you are.' I answered. 'But I think that whatever you put in my drink deserves most of the credit.' Then remembering the way my cock had felt, I added. 'And there was something in the lubricant too, wasn't there?'

'Sort of booster.' she answered with a smile. 'Those help, make you want, and able to do things. But what you do after that is what important for lady, and you do very, very good things.'

'And I second that.' Piped up Leila.

'Again, thank you, thank you both.' I replied, somewhat embarrassed by their commendations.

'You must teach me how to do that thing you did at the end Shachee. You really liked that, didn't you Jack.' she added turning to me.

'I've never felt anything like it.' I replied, the sensations I'd felt still fresh in my mind even through the slowly increasing effect of the cannabis.

'I could see that from the expression on your face, almost as though you were in intense pain. I'd love to be able to do that for you, in front of a mirror, so I could see the effect.' Then turning back to Shachee she said. 'You will tell me how to do it, won't you.'

'It not too difficult, you need to have mastered the heavenly clamp first though, then it just practice.'

'I see. Those particular muscles aren't strong enough yet, but now I'm with Jack I'm sure I'll be getting more, well, exercise, so they soon should be. Then you'll let me practice on you, won't you darling.'

'Of course, and I assure you it'll be my pleasure. But right now I think I need a little nap, just for a few minutes, to recover my strength.' I said as I passed the joint to Shachee. Adding as I clambered up out of the spa and gave myself a quick rub down. 'Don't let me sleep too long, I don't want to miss anything.'  
Chapter 28

Passing the Test

For a short while after I had slipped into the bed and pulled a sheet up over myself I was conscious of the faint sound of the spa and the girls' muffled voices, but then I quickly drifted off to sleep.

As a result of my totally draining physical activity my sleep was initially dreamless. But some time later, perhaps because of the effect of the wine and cannabis, vague images began forming in my head, images seen from a distance and through a thick mist. At first they were no more than swirling shapes which, though I tried to make out their form, remained frustratingly blurred, nebulous. But gradually the mist seemed to clear and I saw there were four of them, apparently dancing with each other. When the last of the mist blew away and the light brightened I saw who they were, Lucy, Leila and two Shachees, one the adult, and the other the school-girl.

Leila and Shachee were totally naked, the school-girl was still in her uniform and Lucy was wearing the dress I had bought her the day we went to the River Gardens. But I somehow knew neither of them had anything on underneath, and their dresses certainly proved to be no hindrance to what they were doing. At first I couldn't make out precisely what that was, but then it suddenly clicked, Shachee was tutoring Lucy, and Leila the school-girl, tutoring them in the arts of love-making.

Their voices were indistinct so I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but I somehow knew Leila and Shachee were explaining how much more pleasure a woman could expect to receive from a man if she first knew how to intensify his own. They demonstrated various techniques for achieving that, producing gasps of surprised delight from the less experienced girls when they pin-pointed several less well known sensitive spots, and explained similar parts on a man's body.

Although I was enjoying watching their beautiful bodies move and then respond to the various strokes and caresses, it was a purely voyeuristic experience, a detached, almost aesthetic enjoyment, quite devoid of any sexual impulse or response on my part.

After some little while I heard Shachee telling the two girls that it was time for them to practice what they had learned, on the model provided. As they turned and moved in my direction I suddenly found I was looking down at myself, and was shocked to see that was what I was, a model, a window-dresser's dummy. But even as I looked I knew there was something odd about me, and peering closer I saw what it was, unlike any dummy I'd ever seen in any shop window, I was equipped with genitals.




Lucy Ch. 26-30



I heard the girls whispering to each other, giggling as they carried me to a nearby bed and laid me down, then becoming silent as they set about practising on me. Initially I felt nothing at all, I could see their lips and hands kissing, caressing various parts of me, but had no sensation of actually being touched. But after just a few minutes I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers and toes, a sensation that gradually began to spread through the rest of my body, their actions were bringing me to life.

The girls had learned their lessons well and once started the process snowballed, first I heard myself breathing, then felt my heart beating, and a little later, but far more importantly, felt myself slowly becoming conscious of my sexuality.

The four hands worked completely independently and their fingers seemed to be everywhere, stroking, probing, sometimes lightly pinching, stimulating nerve endings I didn't even know I had. And even though at that stage they had been nowhere near my genitals I became aware of them, then felt the first small movement as blood pulsed into my cock and it rolled down across my thigh.

They saw my response and that seemed to encourage them to greater efforts, their hands and fingers becoming more positive, more insistent, and it wasn't too long before I heard their low murmurs of satisfaction. Looking down, I saw the reason for their reaction, my cock was steadily getting bigger, slowly lengthening and thickening. As it continued to grow so too did both the physical sensations coming from it and the feeling of rapidly increasing pleasure. But there was not only that, beneath the undoubtedly enjoyable sensations I was experiencing there was something else, something being awoken at a much deeper level.

The girls' hands finally started working together, young Shachee's slipping down between my thighs, the fingers of one hand cupping and gently rolling my balls, the others pushing underneath my buttocks, a couple of them wedging themselves into the crack between the cheeks of my arse. Meanwhile Lucy had slid her hands down across my stomach and I felt one curling around the still stiffening shaft, then as she began to lightly stroke up and down it the fingers of the other went to work on the head.

The feelings the girls had stirred up deep inside me bloomed, then welled up to the surface, although what they were doing was delightful I wanted more, much more. I wanted to be able to kiss them, caress and fondle their bodies, feel the weight of their breasts in my hands, taste their pussy-juice on my lips. But when I tried to reach up to touch them, I found I was helpless, powerless, it was as though I was being held down by a thousand tiny threads, other than my cock, I couldn't move.

Meanwhile, their skilful ministrations had quickly brought it up to full size, but thankfully it was immediately clear that an erection had not been their sole objective, rather than satisfying them it seemed only to spur them on. I felt Shachee spreading my legs further apart and raising my bottom, then, having pushed a thick cushion underneath me so my body was arched, she crouched down between my thighs and began to alternate between licking the tender area between my legs and sucking my balls.

Lucy must have been waiting for my reaction to what Shachee was doing to me because as the sensations made me arch myself even higher I felt her fingers tighten their grip of the shaft, then her lips slipping down over the head of my upthrusting cock.

I don't know for sure what it was that brought me back to reality, it could have been one of many things, or the combination of the effect of all of them. Maybe it was what the real Leila and Shachee were actually doing to me. Maybe it was the loudness of the gasping groans I made as they intensified their actions. But the most likely cause was the sheer strength of the sensations coursing through my body that did it.

As it had been in my dream, my body was arched, the girls having obviously pushed pillows underneath my buttocks while I slept. Their hands and mouths had apparently been just as busy, and just as effective as the phantoms' had, in spite of the number and strength of the climaxes I'd already had that evening, they had already given me yet another erection. And they continued working on me, generating sensations that made me writhe and squirm with as much pleasure as I had felt in my dream, but unlike that scenario, I couldn't see them, for some reason they had blindfolded me.

They could obviously tell from the change in my reactions that I had woken and shortly after that they both stopped, Leila gave a low giggle, then said. 'We're going to play a little game now, give you a test, find out how much attention you've been paying to the differences between us. And we're not going to let you come again until you've convinced us you really know which is which, and until we've both had another climax.' she added in an almost threatening tone of voice.

At first they made their identification easy for me, Shachee kneeled beside me and lifted my hands to her breasts so I could fondle them, while Leila kneeled down between my legs and started to caress my balls and cock. When I'd made Shachee's incredibly long nipples stiffen she bent lower, finally giving me the chance to nibble and suck on them and the combination of thrills I got from doing that and from what Leila was doing soon had my cock throbbing and jerking.

Once she was satisfied I was fully aroused Leila told me to roll over, then had me get up on hands and knees, and as I did so she told me it was - 'Pussy licking time.' - then I felt one of them moving around behind me while the other lay down in front.

Using the line of the wide-spread legs as a guide, I bent my head low as I eased myself forward between them. I gave a slight shiver as I felt the warm silkiness of her inner thighs brushing against my cheek and on reaching their apex I pressed my mouth against a pair of already moist pussy-lips. I paused momentarily, then slipped my tongue up the slit between them, and above found a fleshy, completely hairless mound.

'Shachee.' I mumbled as I spread her legs further apart and moved closer.

'Correct, but we're making it easy for you to start with. It'll soon get more difficult.' Leila replied as I slipped one hand beneath Shachee's bottom and lifted her, hearing her low hiss of pleasure as I pressed my lips against her pussy, then another when I began to slowly lick her.

Leila did nothing for several minutes, presumably so I could focus on pleasuring Shachee, then I felt one hand reaching around me, its fingers curling around the shaft while the other slipped up between my legs to cup my balls. And although my cock was already fully erect from what the pair of them had been doing to me I felt still more blood surging into it as she began to stroke and fondle me.

The strength of my immediate response must have alerted her to how aroused I already was, and I found out that she really had meant what she'd said about not allowing me to have an orgasm until I had satisfied their demands. Although one hand continued to gently squeeze and roll my already swollen balls, she reduced the risk of me having a climax too soon by loosening the other's grip, then just fluttering the tips of her fingers over and around just the head.

Even though the intensity of thrills I was getting from having Shachee's juicy little pussy to lick and suck while Leila did what she was doing was powerful stuff, after only a few minutes I realised there was some other factor adding to what I was feeling. But with my brain swamped by all the sensations I was experiencing it took me a while to work out what that was.

I finally realised that some of what I was feeling was being caused by the actual position I was in. Being down on my hands and knees meant I had no way of affecting what was happening to me, as I had been in my dream, I was virtually helpless, quite literally in Leila's hands. Of course just at it did when Lucy tied me down, that feeling of powerlessness, the fact that Leila had absolute control over what was happening to me, further heightened my excitement. And as a way of prolonging the time I had to savour those sensations I deliberately slowed down what I was doing for Shachee.

I seemed to be able to split my brain into two different compartments, one reacting to what Leila was doing for me, the other dealing with what I was doing for Shachee. Although I couldn't of course see Shachee's reactions I got the distinct impression that she really enjoyed the slower pace, her body relaxing, as though giving herself up to whatever I wanted to do to her. And Leila certainly didn't disappoint me, keeping me at a peak of excitement by alternating those fluttering caresses of my cock-head with much slower, almost lazy strokes up and down the shaft.

Perhaps it was just because her build up to it was so protracted, but the climax I eventually gave Shachee seemed almost as strong as the earlier one she'd got from having my cock powering into her. Both her high pitched squeals and the way the rest of her body writhed as she bucked her hips and ground her clitoris against my flickering tongue told me just how strong it was. Then, when she realised I was going to continue even longer, she relaxed, enjoying the rolling, and obviously still extremely pleasurable after-shocks she got as I sucked out her still flowing juices while licking and swirling my tongue around her pussy.

As Leila's hands maintained their insistent activity all that time my excitement was by then at almost fever pitch so in one way I was disappointed when it was clear Shachee had had enough and they told me to roll over on to my back. Then they finally started to make my identification of who was doing what more difficult, moving about and changing places as they caressed and stimulated me in a seemingly never ending variety of ways. So when from time to time one or the other would ask me which of them was doing something, I wasn't at all sure how many times I managed to get the right answer.

By that stage my cock had become so super-sensitive that just their lightest touch, or even having a few strands of hair brushing against it, sent a thrilling rush through me, thrills that fired straight up my spine and exploded in my brain's already over-loaded pleasure centre. And as the rest of my body had become a tense, quivering mass I felt my hips jerking, thrusting, trying desperately to bring on my climax.

They both obviously knew the state I was in and just how much I needed to come, but still seemed determined to delay it for as long as possible. Then, when I heard Shachee say - 'You like more pussy to eat?' - I was convinced that their plan was for the pleasure-pain they were giving me to continue indefinitely.

But, hoping against hope that this might actually be my final test, I lay as still as I could manage as they both straddled me, one pair of knees pressing against my face, the other astride my thighs. The one whose pussy was presumably to be my test lifted herself and eased forward until it was directly above my mouth before slowly lowering herself. Then, as I felt the moistly pouting lips brushing against mine I took a deep breath before I began to lick her, and found the scent of her own arousal filling my nostrils.

Even through the incredible frustration I was feeling my sex-besotted brain still managed to register and identify that distinctive smell. 'Lucy?' I tried to cry, but with her pussy pressing down against my mouth it was turned into just an unintelligible mumble.

'What did you say?' she asked as she lifted herself a little.

'Lucy? Lucy!'

'Oh you really are a very clever man aren't you! Did you hear that Shachee?'

'Yes, you right, he is clever. And he have very good nose.' she added with a giggle.

'I think he's earned his reward, don't you?'

'Clever nose definitely worthy of reward.'

'OK Jack, one more for me, then Shachee will give you yours.' she said softly, pressing hers pussy back down against my lips.

Slipping my hands under her bottom and taking some of her weight, as I began to lick her I tried to sort through the whirling confusion inside my head. For the past several hours I had been convinced the girl I was with was Leila, how could that be when logic, her voice, and especially the distinctive scent of her sexual arousal, pointed to the fact it was Lucy?

Then I remembered what the girl I had been sure was Leila had said when she'd seen the perplexed expression on my face as we left the house. 'Don't worry about the how and why Jack, just enjoy the fact that I'm here, for tonight, for your birthday night.'

I had wanted to believe, so I had started out by suspending my disbelief. From then on it had just got easier and easier.

Merely having the girl I thought of as 'Leila' sitting opposite me was enough, the coal-black eyes and hair, her milk-coffee coloured complexion - any doubts I might have had as to the genuineness of the colour of her skin already having been dispelled by what I had seen in the car. Any other doubts were dulled by the promise of the delights that would follow the meal that I saw in her eyes.

Then of course the wine with the meal had helped, as had the sight of the mass of jet-black pubic hair, and then the combination of the dope and whatever it was that Shachee had put in the drinks that we had later. Then there had been the perfumed oil that had masked our other odours.

And added to all that was the fantastic reality of the other, more physical things Shachee had done for us, and the incredible, absolutely mind-blowing sex we'd all been having.

So as I now knew it was in fact Lucy, not Leila I was left with the problems of the colour of her eyes, hair and skin, but I quickly decided they were merely details, and I could get the answers to those questions later. In the meantime her pussy was still pressing lightly against my mouth, its lips growing wetter in response to my licking tongue.

Putting my previously whirling thoughts aside I concentrated on Lucy's pleasure, and as she was complementing what my mouth and tongue were doing by using her fingers to stimulate her clitoris, it wasn't long before I felt her starting to squirm and heard her initially soft sighs growing steadily louder.

As if she'd been waiting for just that signal, Shachee, who had remained patiently squatting astride my legs, made her presence felt again. Having checked my cock had lost none of its readiness by lightly running her hands up and down the full length of the shaft a few times, she gave a low hiss of satisfaction, then lifted and shifted herself forwards.

The few short seconds it took her to get into position gave me more than enough time to anticipate what was to come, and for the memory of the tightness of her pussy and what she could do to me with it to come flooding back. I remembered the electrifying sensations I'd felt each time I thrust into her, as though the very skin was being stripped off my cock, the nerve endings firing so powerfully that their signals simply overloaded my brain.

I also remembered the struggle I'd had getting my cock into her, how I'd had to rock back and forth as Shachee wriggled herself back at me, between us gradually forcing more and more of it into her incredibly tight pussy.

So I was taken by surprise when she pushed herself down and I felt my entire cock being drawn smoothly and apparently effortlessly up into her. When she had taken it all she held herself still for a few moments, the cheeks of her bottom resting lightly on my thighs as she let it bathe in the slick warmth of her pussy. Then, as she began to rise and fall at a steady but unhurried pace, I felt it tightening a little, until it clung to the shaft of my cock like a second skin.

While again marvelling at the amount of control Shachee had of her body I kept my tongue busy with Lucy's pussy, and knowing just how sensitive her breasts were I reached up and took one in each hand, tingling pleasures running up from my fingers as I enclosed and began to knead their silky firmness.

When she first straddled me Shachee had held on to my legs with both hands, but once she had my cock inside her she used only one, and I realised what she was doing with the other when I felt the back of her hand brushing against the shaft of my cock. Like Lucy, she too was augmenting the pleasure she was getting from riding me, her fingers stroking and rubbing her clit.

Although each one of us was undoubtedly lost in our own very personal world of pleasure, the effects of what each was separately feeling seemed somehow to add to what the others were. In my own case, even though I was able to lick and caress Lucy, I found that being pinned down by the two girls was giving me the same sense of helplessness I had felt before, and that it was again increasing my excitement.

Although I was not able to see either of them that was compensated for by a heightened sense of both touch and especially smell. The scent of Lucy's arousal had always been a powerful aphrodisiac for me, and although I certainly didn't need that extra stimulus right then, it seemed to be affecting me just as strongly as it had ever done before. And all that, plus the feel of Shachee's clinging pussy rhythmically pumping my cock, quickly brought the pressure inside me back up to critical level.

By then Lucy was also showing signs of her own arousal, her nipples had become a pair of jutting spikes, the flesh around them tightly swollen, her fingers' movements had become more purposeful, and her breathy sighs more frequent. Suddenly the memory of how strongly she'd reacted to what I'd done to her breasts several times came back to me and I repeated that technique, keeping the caresses of one hand light, but being stronger with the other, and alternating the pressure every minute or two.

Shachee must have recognised the same signals that I had, and as my hands and tongue intensified what they were doing to Lucy she began to move up and down my cock more quickly and I felt the rhythm of her fingers picking up speed too. I immediately realised what her intention was, she was aiming for a triple climax, for all three of us to come together.

Although my brain was already over-loaded with the various sensations I was experiencing, the very thought of that brought my entire system to fever pitch, and as my mouth and tongue sucked and probed Lucy's more vigorously I began to thrust my cock high into Shachee's engulfing pussy.

Then everything seemed to happen at once, and happen so quickly and violently that I'm not really sure my memory of the sequence of events is truly accurate. But even though blurred by the deep crimson haze of my own climax I seemed to be conscious of what was happening to both Lucy and Shachee.

As Lucy pressed her pussy more tightly down against my probing, swirling tongue I felt her fingers rubbing faster and faster, felt her body arching backwards, heard her panting for breath. Suddenly her panting stopped, her entire body went rigid for just a second or two, then she gave a high pitched cry, and as she began to grind herself down against my face I found my mouth filled with her freely flowing juices.

What they had started doing to me while I slept, and even more importantly, what they had done since I had woken, had built the sexual tension and pressure inside me to incredible levels. But, as it would be my sixth that evening, and I knew how much semen the girls had already drained from me, I didn't see how there could be a single drop left in my body. But when I felt my already aching balls tightening, I knew there was. And although Lucy had created a mental block when she told me I was not going to be allowed to come until they both had, what they had done to me was too powerful and as she began hers, I felt it cracking under the pressure of my own approaching orgasm.