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My Beautiful Son

By: Fitzgeral



Just call me Joan. I think it's best to keep my full name secret. Once you have read my story and found out how naughty I've been you will probably understand why.  

I'm a forty year old woman with a nice, full figure and I have one son, called Adam, who lived with his father after we divorced eight years ago. He's twenty now with a good job and a place of his own. I've been to stay with him several times.

This new arrangement couldn't have come sooner. The previous custodial arrangement meant that I only had limited access to my son. One day a week was about the best I was going to get. It was nowhere near enough. My son is the most important thing in the world to me and I just couldn't bear the long separations from him. Despite my unhappiness about the situation there wasn't a lot that I could do. I didn't have the money or the stomach to fight another bitter legal battle. Besides, it wouldn't be fair on our son. His well-being always came first. So instead, I channelled my frustrations into making the few days we had together as enjoyable as possible. In the beginning, when he was just a skinny, little blue-eyed school boy, we went to informative places like zoos and museums. I'm glad to say my efforts to provide entertainment paid off very well. He was very curious about everything he saw.

"Mum, why are the chimpanzees picking at each other?" He asked me once, turning his innocent face up at mine.

"I'm not sure sweetheart. I think it's to do with fleas."

"Fleas?" He persisited.

"Yes, they pick fleas off of each other."

"Why do they do that mum?

"Er...let's go ask the warden sweetheart."

For a while I called him Quizzy. There was no limit to the number of things he could ask in one day. Back then he wanted to know it all. I prided myself on being able to cater for his needs somewhat. It wasn't for me to make it all happen, but seeing the happiness and gratitude in his eyes made it all worthwhile. It was important for me to give him something to remember his childhood by other than divorce. He used to complain that getting his father to play games with him was like getting blood from a stone. There wasn't going to be same negligence from me. 

Those scattered days with Adam were unspeakably precious. When I had to drive him home at the end of every visit my heart nearly broke. I knew he was sad too. He'd get out the car, give me a soft kiss on the cheek, solemnly say goodbye, then saunter up the driveway and disappear inside. Our parting was always followed the same sad ritual, and I always cried bitterly.      By the time he was fifteen he had changed noticeably. He had gotten harder and tougher. Curiosity wast ousted by a need for thrills and rough-and-tumble stuff. He was still as kind to me as he'd ever been. Although, he did relieve me of my duties as day-planner and appoint himself instead. My ideas of fun were now 'antiquated' according to my son. So we waved goodbye to the Chimps and heralded a new dawn of football, skateboarding and cart-racing. He had entered upon the thrill-seeking phase of his life. For a worrisome mother such as myself it could be hard on the nerves.

"Sweetheart," I ventured to ask him after he'd crashed his go-cart into a wall of tyres at the local race-track. "Is it really necessary to take so many risks?"

"Mum," He replied cockilly. "The risks are what makes it." 

I accompanied him to countless sporting venues over the next couple of years. Being such a quiet and unadventurous person I felt quite out-of-place, but as I wanted to be supportive there was no question of me not being there. Anyway, I also knew that it was the only real way to be with my son. I mean, he wouldn't want to know me very long if all we did was bake cakes together would he? 

I don't know much about sports, but I do know that Adam was very good at them. At least, the admiration of his peers would lead me to think so. He had certainly gotten popular lately. A far cry from a few years back when he was considered to be a loner at school. Many times I'd be driving him and a couple of his friends home hearing nothing but compliments about his skateboarding prowess all the way. In truth, I was impressed too. Not so much about the sporting aspect as in the way he was growing up. Once upon a time he was skinny and awkward. Now, thanks to his new and robust lifestyle, he was beginning to fill-out. A dalliance in karate and basketball had made him assured on his feet too. There was a catlike confidence about the way he moved.

I still tried hard to encourage intellectual pursuits in my son. It was important to me that he grew up to have a gentle side. I upbraided him when he swore, corrected his bad english, and encouraged him to read more. Manners have always been important to me. Perhaps that's why I became a librarian and put myself in a peaceful, polite envrionment with high-minded works of literature all around me. On his sixteenth birthday I gave him two distinctly different presents. One, a bike, the other, a copy of Little Women. Predictably enough he was delighted about the first and perplexed by the second. 

"What's this junk?" He said, holding it at arms length

"Sweetheart, that 'junk' is actually a very great book. It's also happens to be my favourite. My grandfather read it to me when I was growing up and I'd like for you to read it too."

"But mum, it's about women."

"What's wrong with that? Women can be interesting too you know."

"Is there any sex in it?"

"Adam! Don't be so rude. It's not that kind of book. Now are you going to read it or not."

"I'll give it a go. Seeing as you bought it for me."

"That's all I ask sweetheart. It's good to read. It improves the mind. You don't want to be end up a dunce do you? I added rather snobbishly.

To his credit he read it through enthusiastically and was suprised at how much he enjoyed it. Unfortunately it was a one-off. I never saw him read anything again, except for car manuals and sporting magazines of course. Still, I flattered myself from that day on that any culture he possessed was down to my persistence.  

Anyway, books or no books, these new times together, although quite different, were still very important to both of us. Parting had not gotten any easier. There was the same deep pain whenever the time to say goodbye arrived. What touched me the most was that, in spite of his tough new persona, Adam still gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek just before getting out of the car. I still cried the same bitter tears too.

For several more years I had my strict quota of days rationed out. I endured them as best I could, but worried that I was actually getting quite depressed by it all. But when things were looking pretty dark everything changed. One lovely spring day my son turned eighteen. At last he had the power to rule his own life. The very first thing he did was go and tell his father that he was leaving. Before I knew it he had rented a flat. I was while I was at home in the garden that he wrang. Our conversation was quick and excited. It went like this: 

"Hey mum, I've got great news and I wan't you to be the first to know. You know that place I telling you about? Well, it's mine! Everything was finalised this morning. I'm moving in at the weekend. Now you'll be able to come and see whenever you want." 

"Sweetheart that's wonderful! Are you alright to manage everything? Do you want me to help with the moving?"

The realisation hadn't sunk in yet. I was listening to Adam in a daze. 

"You just take it easy mum." He continued. "I can sort this out by myself. Just make sure you're down here soon. I want to know what you think of it."  

"I don't know what to say..." 

"You don't have to say anything. Be there soon, that's all I ask. Love you mum. Bye.

It wasn't until several minutes after putting the phone down that I was able to grasp what had just transpired. I seemed too good to be true. I sat down and ran my mind over the conversation Adam and I had just had. Every word was weighed. Finally, the shock subsided and I burst into tears. They were happy tears. Tears of joy after a dark cloud has been lifted. That night I barely slept. 

When I visited Adam at his new flat soon after, he greeted me with a great big hug. It was the first time he'd done that in a long time. I was quite taken aback. I really appreciated the show of affection though. It felt good to be wrapped in those big strong arms of his. 

"Now we're both free." He said, smiling broadly. I silently nodded in agreement.

Once I was inside he gave me a guided tour. It was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. The walls were pristine white, giving the place a fresh, hygenic air. Besides the obvious necessities such as a kitchen, bedroom, and toilet, there were two other rooms. One was empty, due to be made-up so that I could stay over in the future, whilst the other was a large shower-room with rose patterned tiles. I felt that my son had done very well for himself. Just before I left we each drank a glass of specially bought champagne to mark the occasion.   

Naturally enough I was delighted by the new arrangement. All I'd ever wanted was for my son and I to be able to see each other on our own terms. It stands to reason that I became a regular guest of my son. He even had a duplicate key cut for me so that I could go on in when he wasn't there. I thought that was very considerate of him. Usually I would stay over for one weekend a month. That doesn't sound like much, but I also called round often to say hello and see how he was doing. I didn't want to push it too far and make him sick of the sight of me.    

Spending more time in Adam's company made me a happier person. He was a warm and witty companion. I laughed so much when he was around. I was stuck by how level-headed he had become too. He had given up the skateboard lark and started going to night-school. At that time he was making a good living as a mechanic but he wanted to move into complex engineering, like bridge-building and such like. 

I was so proud of the man my son had become. When he was fixing something, or flattening someone on a football pitch, or helping me with my shopping as though the bags were full of nothing but air, I would stop and look admiring upon him. What a man he had become! he was tall, strong, good-looking, and very much the gentleman that I had always wanted him to be. He had so much going for him. When I thought about all his qualities I was left in no doubt that he would be snapped-up by some young lady in no time. 

Actually, I suppose he was already in a relationship of sorts. Her name was Angela and she was a pretty ballet dancer. Unfortunately theirs was a fiery romance. There were many arguments, sometimes over the silliest things. It didn't help that their jobs kept them apart a lot. Somehow, they kept going, albeit in a very uncommitted fashion. It was far from unusual for the two of them to split up for two months then get back together. For this reason Adam was usually alone when I visited him. He knew that I found his friends a little rowdy and boisterous, so he would often tell me when would be the best time for me to come round. The usual routine was for me to get there early and order a take-away while I waited for him to get back from the garage where he worked. After eating together we'd watch T.V or talk about what was going in our lives - him about his ambitions, me about my failed dates. One evening he gave me a wonderful treat and took me to see Miss Saigon. I was so touched I almost cried. Even more so because I knew he didn't find theatre a lot of fun. When we weren't doing any of these things I would be mothering him. He told me off for doing so but I think he appreciated it really. I would make him dinner, wash and iron his work clothes, and give the place a dust. One evening he practically had to order me to stop.

"Mum, won't you just sit down and relax. I'm a grown man for God's sake. I didn't invite you over here to be a cleaning-lady." He said firmly. 

"Okay sweetheart, I'm almost done."

"No, not almost. You ARE done. Now sit down and take it easy."

"But-"

"SIT!" He barked, loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

Meekly I sat down. 

"Now, don't move a muscle." He'd instruct me. "I'm going to make a cup of tea."

That kind of consideration towards me was typical of Adam. If I left his flat late and had to drive home in the dark he would phone me later to check that I'd gotten back safely. How many sons are that thoughful I wonder? He always sent me a card and present on my birthday too - something his father never did during our entire marriage. In short, my son was a great guy. I loved him dearly.

That was my life with my son. After years of difficult separations things were looking up. We were the best of friends. Then something took place which changed the way we saw each other for ever. Adam had been living in his flat for two years when the fateful day came. 

It was a sultry Friday afternoon in August and it began no differently from any of the other weekend visits that I had made to my son. First, after finishing work I went home to wash and change. On this occasion I decided to wear a green jersey with a pink blouse underneath, and a long black skirt over my tights. Even on my time off I don't like to dress too casually. Next I packed a few belongings to see me through the weekend. Lastly, as I live alone, I made sure that my neighbour, Mrs Lawson, would feed my cat Slinky and keep a watchful eye on the place while I was gone. With everything sorted out I got into my car and drove the familiar twelve miles through quiet town streets to my son's flat.

Adam wasn't there when I arrived. I assumed he was working overtime. He probably wouldn't be back for at least an hour so I decided to make my self useful in the meantime and cook us both a meal. He was sure to be very hungry when he got back. When I opened his fridge to see what food he had I found nothing. Thankfully there was a supermarket just up the road. Within twenty minutes I was back preparing a salad. It was whilst I was washing the lettuce that my son returned looking very messy indeed. 

"Hi Mum!" He called, walking straight through the door.

"Sweetheart! You made me jump" I said, turning to greet him. "Why - look at the state of you? what on earth have you been doing?"

"Just another day at the garage. I really should have some overalls."

"I'll buy you some for your birthday."

"Cooking again I see."

"Yes, a nice and healthy salad."

"Salad? Hmmm. I guess I can manage that." He said, a little underwhelmed.

"Just be grateful. I should really be relaxing you know." I joked back at him.

"How could I not be grateful to have a mum like you?" He countered charmingly.

"Ah, you're just trying to get extra helpings."  "Extra helpings of salad? No chance."

"Well, it'll be ready in about five minutes. Go and get changed. You can't eat looking like that."

He nodded his assent then walked off down the hall. I've seen him look so filthy. I vowed to myself that I would never buy him any white clothes again. He'd only wear them to work and ruin them. Still, there was something cute about him when he was all dirty. I suppose it was like looking at a big kid after he'd been playing outside. The sight of him brought a big smile to my face. After a few seconds watching him I turned my mind back to the salad and concentrated on slicing-up some cucumber. Soon I was finished and the plates were laid out.

"Adam, it's ready" I called.

There was no answer.

"Sweetheart? I've got your salad here? Aren't you going to come and join me?

Still no response. 

I started to suspect that he had gone to his room to lie down for a minute and ended up falling asleep. It wouldn't be the first time. I always felt he worked too hard. I wasn't sure though, so I decided to go and check. 

I was half-way to his room when I caught sight of something that stopped me dead in my tracks. Through the open door of the shower-room which lay en-route I could see my son, stark naked, and drying himself with a towel in front of the mirror. He had his back to me for a moment and was unaware of that I could see him. Maybe I should have turned away and forgotten what I saw. But it wasn't that easy. I was mesmerised. His broad shoulders, narrow hips, firm behind - it was simply too much to ignore. Whilst I was in this daze of admiration my son spotted my reflection. I expected him to be embarrassed and quickly cover himself up. Instead he turned calmly and confidently to face me. When I saw him from the front I gasped. Oh my God, what a gorgeous big cock! My heart was thumping so hard I though it would break.

Is this what had become of my little blue-eyed boy? I had seen him grow up big and stong from playing lots of sports, but I never imagined he would turn into the greek-god I saw before me. 

"Sweetheart, I er..." My struggle to say something faltered.

Adam merely smiled.

"Yes mum?" He asked calmly. 

I couldn't respond. For what felt like an eternity I could only look-on in amazement. The beginnings of some confused, forbidden thoughts were whirring around in my mind. Stood before me was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. My own son! I felt so helpless before him, as though he had bewitched me. His eyes intently followed mine. He saw how they widened with involuntary excitement as I scoured every inch of his lean, hard, glistening body. He saw too how my lips parted with awe at the sight of his big cock. The moment seemed to last forever. I had to say something - anything! I blurted out the first thing that came into my mind.

"Wow, your girlfriend is very lucky!"

That sentence seemed to hang in the air for ever. I couldn't believe what I'd just said. It was so much unlike the woman I knew myself to be. All my life I'd prided myself on behaving in a ladylike manner. What had come over me? What was my son going to say? 

For a moment there was an nothing but intense stillness. Then, with the sudden, startling impact of a lightning bolt, my son's whole demeanour changed. He looked at me in a way I'd never seen before. It was as if something had awakened in his mind. Perhaps a long lost thought had been rekindled, or some deep-lying passion had been unleashed after years of lying dormant. As I was trying to decipher that inscrutible look he reached out his hands and placed them upon my shoulders. It was as though he was steadying me for something big he wanted to say. I was trembling wildly before him. I couldn't tell if I was afraid or excited.

"Mum, I want you." He said in a low and tense voice. His whole body seemed be straining from the potency of some incredible urge. "Do you understand? I WANT YOU!" 

It was almost too much for me to take. In the matter of a few minutes my life had gone from consistent normality to the utterly surreal. Did I hear my son correctly? Did he really just say that he 'wanted' me? I felt that I should try and try to disuade him.

"Sweetheart - Adam, that's not the kind of thing you should be thinking. I'm your mother."

"So what?"

"Well," I struggled to keep my eyes off of his cock. "When a mother and son do that kind of thing it's...well, it's wrong isn't it?" 

"It doesn't have to be. We're both adults. If we both want it who get's hurt?"

"But it's immoral."

"Mum, look at me. Do you want me too?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"Just tell me if you don't. I'll back off and we can forget this ever happened. Look at me and tell me truthfully mum, do you want me too."  

"I...er...sweetheart this isn't fair. I admit that I think you are an attractive young man. You're certainly very big and healthy, but -" 

I was cut short. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me on the lips. At first I made a genuine effort to resist him. It didn't last long though. When I felt that majestic cock, already three-quarters hard, pressing into my thigh through my skirt, my defiant stance disintegrated. My moral compass was skewed by that one awesome sensation. For the first time I understood what unbridled lust really was. All my scruples were obliterated. Now I could only think about my beautiful son and all the wonderful nasty things that I wanted us to do. 


My Beautiful Son



"Alright sweetheart. You want me? You can have me." I said, pulling my lips from his for the briefest moment. "But I get to have you too?"

"Don't worry mum, you'll get every last inch." he replied. 

With my mind made up, I started returning his kiss eagerly. Our lips clashed against each other with furious vigour. Inside, our tongues twisted, rubbed, and writhed madly. 

Adam's free hands roamed down to fondle my breasts through my jersey. He cupped and squeezed them, savouring their fullness. Oh it felt good so good to feel a man's hands on me again! My pussy was getting moist and my nipples were as hard as bullets. I could feel them stabbing into my bra, begging to break free and feel the hungry grasp of my stud son.

"I'm going down there mum." He said, pointing to my pussy.

"Be my guest sweetheart."

Without another word he dropped to his knees. Taking complete control he forced my skirt up to my waist, ripped my tights to shreds, and pulled aside my panties. Before I could blink his face was buried in my pussy. The first thing I felt was the warm soothing wind of his breath. My legs went weak. When the tip of his tongue rubbed at my clitoris I almost collapsed. 

"Mmmmm...oh yes sweetheart...oh yes!" 

No part of my pussy escaped his ravenous licking and probing. The wetter I became, the more greedily my son tasted of my juices. This was heaven plain and simple. How did he get this good? What did it matter? Just enjoy it. His girlfriend really was lucky. I ran my hands lovingly through his hair.

"Oh my lovely son!" 

Our forbidden scene was reflected in the long mirror opposite. I could hardly believe it was really me that I saw. Where had that prim librarian gone? My soft, shoulder-length brown hair, usually so immaculate, was tangled and sweaty. My face was wild and flushed. It was such a wicked view. There I was up against a wall gasping for air whilst holding my own son's head deep between my thighs. 

When both of us were satisfied, my son pulled back from my pussy and stood up. His mouth was wet and glistening. We kissed briefly. I had the faint taste of my own juices. 

"Take my cock mum. Take it." He said, pulling my hands downwards.

"This is insane...but I love it." I said with a wicked smile.

I was shaking uncontrollably with the anticipation. That throbbing rod between his legs that had so mesmerised me to begin with was about to be mine. It was imminent. Any moment my fingers would feel the thrill of that big beaufiful, glorious, wonderful cock!

I opened my mouth. Suddenly I baulked. Was I getting cold feet? I'd just been eaten out, how could I turn back now? The truth is I wan't turning back. I just needed a moment to take stock of what was happening. Fucking your own son is not something a mother does every day. I had to take it slow. You see, I hadn't had sex for almost ten years, and here I was about to enter upon a level of sexual interaction I had never experienced before. The only lover I had ever had was my husband. We never did anything other than simple sex in all our time together. The was going to be the real foreplay of my life. Besides taking him inside me, the most I had ever done was suck my husband's cock hard before slipping on a condom. I'd never done any of the one-hundred other things people can do in bed. I felt nervous.

Now here I was using words like 'cock' and 'pussy' for the first time ever. In almsot the blink of an eye a lifetimes inhibitions had ebbed away. Could I go so far so quick? I looked at Adam. His sheer, irresistible beauty, vanquished all my doubts. Yes I could. I was going to go all the way, and nothing was going to stop me. It had been so long.

"Come to me you sweet, delectable cock." I purred.

With shuddering breath, I reached down and clutched it in my hand. This was the essence of my son. I could feel his blood beating up and down it's length. I slid my palm eagerly along its length, working it to its full magnificent hardness. My grip tightened. I doubled the speed with which I jerked his cock until I he was on the brink of cumming. 

"Now I'm going to suck it good and proper sweetheart." I gasped.

This was the moment I'd been most eagerly awaiting. I wanted to engulf that mighty stick with my mouth. But I wasn't going to rush it. Not a chance. I this to be the ultimate blow job. I may be a novice when it comes to sucking cock, but when it comes to my son I know what he likes.  

First, I kissed the big red helmet. Then I licked it like a lolly, teasingly tracing my tongue around and around the sensitive flesh, causing it to twitch with pleasure. I looked up into his contorted face, feeling proud of the job I was doing. I concentrated every fibre of my body on satisfying his iron cock. I was determined to enjoy every inch of it. Administering a mixture of kisses and licks all the way down it's long shaft, I came to his balls, where I sucked and rolled them as though they were everlasting gobstoppers. 

This was intense oral sex. My first full-blown experience of it. And god, was it great! There we were, my own son and I - my head in his hands, and his cock in my mouth.

His sexual potency overwhelmed me. I could feel myself getting wilder and wilder - lusting for ever more dirty things. All inhibitions went as I opened my mouth wide and greedily swallowed his mighty cock. I took him all the way down to my tonsils. My jaw ached with the stretch, but I didn't care. Tasting that hard, sinewy, beautiful piece of meat was a thrill worth dying for. I eagerly worked my mouth from tip to hilt over and over again. 

"Argh mum! I'm going to cum!" groaned Adam.

"Not yet sweetheart. We're not finished."

I was having the time of my life sucking his cock but there was so much more to be done. I wanted him in every possible way. I couldn't have him blow his load just just. There was still the main course to consider. Reluctantly letting go of his cock, I struggled to my feet and gestured for him to do likewise. 

It was time for the bedroom. But first i had to shed a few clothes. I started to strip teasingly in front of him. I flicked off my shoes, wiggled my skirt down over my ankles, pulled my jersey over my head, slid my shredded tights down my legs, and unbuttoned my blouse - toying mercilessly with each button to maximise the effect on my son. Finally, with slow seductiveness, I slipped my panties off and unhooked my bra, letting it drop the floor. Now I stood naked before my son. I sensed that the awestruck expression on his face must have mirrored the one upon mine when I first saw that magnificent vision in the shower. His eyes eagerly followed my feminine, hour-glass curves, of body, coming to rest on my full, bulbous, breasts. He was captivated. Any order I gave, I knew he would fulfil.

"I can't believe this is finally happening." He said with some difficulty.

"Come on stud, follow mummy." I whispered like a decadent seductress.   

I slinked into his room and laid myself out on his bed, presenting myself to him like a spectactular gift. I noticed that his curtains hadn't been pulled together properly. It was getting dark outside and the streetlights had come on. As we were on the third floor I wasn't concerned about us being seen so I left them as they were. Adam didn't seem bothered at all. He was stopped in the doorway, still stuck in a kind of trance. Seeing him stood there, framed as he was by the doorway, he looked like some proud statue of a spartan warrior in one of the musueums I used to take him to all those years ago. Only this time there was one big difference. And I mean BIG! Of course, it was none other than that wonderful raging cock which right now was pointed directly at me. Oh...he made me soooo wet! It's impossible to describe the kind of beauty that would lead a mother to fuck her own son. But believe me, there is a kind, and it's irresistible. 

"Are you ready to make your mum scream?" I asked.

Without uttering a word he sidled up alongside me. I could see that he was particularly fascinated by my breasts.

"Do you like them?" I said.

"Mum, they're beautiful." Answered my son in a trembling voice. 

"Would you like to suckle on them like you you used to?"   

He was unable to reply. I knew the answer was yes. Taking charge, I placed my hand on the back of his head and gently lead him to my nipple. At first he was sensitive. For some reason it seemed that he saw nothing wrong with eating out his mother's pussy, but drew the line at sucking on her nipples. The doubt didn't last for long though. The moment my swollen teat slipped between his lips he was possessed. The tender kisses in the build up became greedy licks and bites. The same ardour that consumed me as I sucked his cock had come upon him too. My breasts were wonderful toys to him. He squeezed, kneaded, tweaked, and suckled to his hearts content. Then, shooting me a look of intention, that I understood immediately he got to his knees and straddled my chest. He wanted a titty-job. I was in no mood to decline. 

"Put it here sweetheart." I instructed, holding my breasts apart.

He quickly obliged. I can't describe how it felt to have his throbbing cock nestled against my own beating heart. Or the look of unbounded love for me that glowed in his eyes at that moment. It's something of a peculiar intensity and eroticism that will live with me for the rest of my life.

"Thats's it sweetheart, back and forth, back and forth!" I encouraged. 

I pressed my breasts tight, enclosing his cock in a kind of hug. I wanted to feel it there forever. I wanted the rub of that muscle against my soft pale flesh to recur for eternity. My son grimaced with the unbearable pleasure of it all. Back and forth he pumped, every muscle straining almost to the point of bursting. His six-pack, such a symbol of male health and potency, and shining with sweat in the evening light, rippled thrillingly with every stroke of his cock.

"Oh god mum! Oh..." Came his pained cry. "I love you...I love you..."

"I love you too sweetheart." I managed between licks of his bobbing cock head.

It felt so good to be able to give my son such happiness. I gazed up at him as he repeatedly drove his cock like a wedge into my cleavage. He was in a higher world of pleasure. Once again he was on the verge of cumming. But it couldn't be yet. There was one more thing we had to do. 

Now, it was time. Time to have him inside me. The evening of lust must reach it's ultimate conclusion. We were drunk with infatuation. Only one ending would suffice. 

"Sweetheart." I said raising my hand to his chest and tapping him to get his attention. "Are you ready?"

Adam virtually swooned, his breathing was ragged, and his brow glistened with sweat. He'd lost all sense of time and space. I repeated myself, this time helping to illustrate my meaning by pointing to my pussy. 

"Down there my love. Are you ready?"

He nodded slowly, looking me deep in the eyes as if to check that I was sure. I didn't need to say it. He saw the conviction in my face. Nothing was going to stop this from happening. I didn't give a damn whether it was wrong. I was in the midst of a sexual ecstasy that negated all other things. Damn it, I wanted it! I wanted my son's cock deep inside me, in a depraved incestuous fuck of a lifetime. To hell with the consequences!

I didn't have to wait long. Adam adjusted himself and slipped into position between my welcoming legs. Our hands fumbled together in the dimness, mine parting my pussy lips, his directing his cock. At last we were lined up. Slowly, milking the moment, he began to enter me. Mischieviously, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit causing me to spasm. Then, his eyes intently watching me, he slowly slipped that huge helmet of his between my lips and impaled me beneath him. 

"Ahhhhh...." Was all I could say.

He had only just started and he was stretching my saturated pussy to a point I never dreamed it could go.

"You like it mum?" Adam asked.

"I love it sweetheart. I LOVE IT. Come on, all the way."

In one incredible surging second he rammed his entire cock deep inside me. My pussy muscles clenched down tightly. That initial sensation, only the second cock I'd ever had in my life, was almost enough to knock me out. 

"Oh sweetheart! That feels soooo good..." Now it was my turn to be transported to a highter pleasure. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck your mum!"

No encouragement was necessary. He threw himself into the act with abandon and thrust into me again.

"Oh yes...ohhh...ahhh...ohhh sweetheart!!!"

Through my glorious delirium I marvelled at the magnificent boy that was fucking me. With the litheness, and strength of a panther he totally dominated my body. His powerful arms were locked straight on either side of my head to form a kind of cage around me. A welcome cage that he would keep me in, safe and sound, until he'd fucked me to oblivion. 

Another stroke of that thick, pussy-tearing cock! 

"Ohhh...ohhh...that's it sweetheart...oh yes...oh yes!" I wan no longer able to speak - only to feel the otherworldly effect of my son's lovemaking and moan and scream in testament to it. 

Again! "Oooohhhhhh....!!!"

He was as as beautiful to see as he was to feel. I honestly believe that I had the cock of Adonis in me at that moment. Through my daze, I watched his ass cheeks contract and relax with each furious thrust of his hips. Oh my wonderful lovely son! Who ever imagined incest could be so sweet?

My legs locked around his waist. This was MY cage this time - my way of saying "stay there and fuck me like this forever."

Adam lowered his face to me and began to kiss my neck whilst still fucking me hard and holding me in the throes of beatitude. His warm, moist lips lovingly peppered my neck then traced themselves toward my mouth and found my lips. Our tongues twined once more in a tender dance whilst his bloated prick battered my soaking pussy. It was such an appropriate duality. Ultimate love and lust meeting on one mind-blowing Friday night.

The thrusting got harder. The delight increased. My legs locked tighter. 

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Scream and scream was all I could do.

He pounded me so hard I lost count of the strokes. Juices were flowing out of my pussy all down my legs and over his balls. The bed was drenched with our sweaty bodies.

Still he fucked, and still my pussy gripped his cock in rhythm with his thrusts until it finally happened. Yes, the first of my life! The greatest there will ever be. MY ORGASM!!! Take every one of your lifes greatest experiences and put them together. Multiply them by a hundred, then condense it into one brief moment. Imagine the intensity of that moment. Then you'll have some idea of what hit me. Never ever have I felt so good. With one perfect drive of his glorious throbbing cock Adam brought me cumming in floods. My screams in that instant would truly have woken the dead. My pussy spasmed wildly, the muscles inside crushed upon my son's cock. For a moment it went dark. I thought my heart had given out. I was in the midst of angels. My body quaked seismically. 

Oh my beautiful, magnificent son! What have you done to me? You've fucked me to heaven, and given me the greatest moment of my life! I was till revelling in this moment when a howl, of almost equal intensity came from my son. As it reverberated in my ears a jet of hot, silky semen spurted inside my pussy. Oh how sweet that scorching it felt inside of me, flooding every corner of my forbidden chamber before oozing out on to the bed in a milky rivlet. 

The dazed, flushed, exhausted face of my son hung above exhausted with ecstasy. How beautiful he looked now. Even more beautiful than any other time in his life. He'd given everything for the satisfaction of his mother. He'd fucked me senseless. Oh, how I love my big, loving, beautiful, handsome, sex-machine son!  We collapsed in a mutual embrace, both of us exhausted by our incredible night of sex. We gazed upon each other with the profoundest love. Semen still seeped out of my pussy, and my body felt numb from the sensual overload. Adam just smiled, and kissed me once in a while.

We lay in bed talking for hours. My son confessed that he had lusted after me ever since he was sixteen and he'd seen me wearing a dress at his birthday party. It was the same birthday that I'd given him a bike and a copy of Little Women. I never had any idea he felt that way. Why should I have? Mothers don't expect their sons to be fantasizing about them.

"Mum, if only you could have seen how beautiful you looked that day." He said wistfully. "Usually you wrap yourself up so nobody can see. But this one time you were wearing a summer dress. For the first time I saw what a woman you were. From then on I dreamt about you all the time."

"Oh sweetheart, you really think I'm that appealing?" 

"Mum, you're awesome."  

As I looked across the pillow at my son there was still so much to take in. Once I'd changed his nappies, taken him for walks in parks, put a plasters on his knees when he'd fallen down, read him bedtime stories, baked him birthday cakes, ironed his school uniform, and helped him with is homework. When he was older I acted as his chauffeur, his agent, and his confidant. Who ever would have forsaw that one day he would fuck my brains out in his flat?  Whatever the changes it would bring, I knew it was worth it. I was on top of the world. I felt attractive, wanted, and most of all, adored by my beautiful son. 

I am fully aware of the implications of our incestuous act, and the truth is, I don't give a damn. I know that Adam doesn't either. There is absolutely no guilt whatsoever between us. We had both wanted it to happen. It was to prove just the begining. We fucked again that night and again the next morning. Since that weekend we've done it so many times I've lost count.

From that Friday night onwards the dye was cast. Henceforth we would be passionate lovers. My son still sees Angela on the same non-committal basis that he always did, but he saves the best for me. I'm the lucky one now. When I go to visit him alone we can't keep our hands off of each other. The sex we have is electric. There is much experimentation too. Considering that we are both adults leading normal lives - with the exception of one aspect, of course, there seems to be no reason at all to stop. The only thing that concerns me is if someone should find out, and I have no intention of letting that happen.

If ever you should take a book out from your local library and have it stamped by a demure older lady, of medium height, with shoulder length brown hair and ample curves, think this to yourself: There's a good chance she's fucking her own big-cocked son night and day. And if you ask her opinion of Little Women and she says it's her favourite book, the odds are almost certain. Why? Because it's most likely me.

The End.



My Beautiful Stepdaughter



Story Note: No one is minor in my story.

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I have always had this fetish since early age of a woman's menstrual period, I used to be able to tell when a woman was in that phase, but alas my sense of smell is not what it used to be. I would visit other peoples homes either with my parents or friends home when I could, I would ask to use the bathroom and go in and hope the clothes hamper would contain under garments waiting to be washed. If I was lucky and would find a pair of soiled panties I would fold them up and put them in my pocket or sometime inside of my panties or brief's as after I left home I bought my own panties to wear.

I worked at a service station and one of my jobs was cleaning the bathrooms when we closed for the night, I had noticed four girls I think from the local Collage go into the girls bathroom and they were there for quite some time. When I went in to clean up I found out what had taken them so long, they must all have been on there menstrual cycle and wearing dirty pads, as I did find four blood soaked pads in the waste, but it was what they had done that got me so fired up. Seems they all wiped there pads all over the walls before throwing them in the trash. The smell was so strong and I got so hard I just had to take my cock out and I almost did not make it; I shot cum all over the place, figured that would be it, but it did not get soft, and I still seem to have this desire to masturbate. 

I picked up one of the pads and held it up to my face and the smell was so good, I just had to lick the pad, even knowing they had wiped them on the walls. I held one up to my nose to smell and stuck one in my mouth to suck on, my cock was just sticking straight out and dripping pre cum for a little bit but then as I was smelling and sucking on the two bloodiest pads I ejaculated all over the floor. I actually came three different times, and made quite a mess on the floor. I finally had to stop and clean everything up as the owner had knocked on the door and said he was leaving and to make sure everything was locked up when I left.

After this I did not have much chance to repeat this, although I tried when ever I could to get my sister or my mothers pads when they used them, darn it my mother burned them in the stove so I did not get many until later on when I was visiting my soon to be step daughter. I was helping her put out the trash and happened to grab the waste basket from the bathroom, as I was dumping it into a trash bag I noticed the rolled up pads in there covers. I started to tremble all over and my cock was dripping pre cum and making my panties wet. I managed to grab five or six of the little rolls and stuck them into my car, I wasn't sure but thought she seen me do this, but she did not say a word. When I got home I took them out and unrolled them and it was just like before, I got so hard and pre cum was dripping, I smelt them and actually came without even jacking off.

Later on after I married her mother she was living with us and I had lots of chances to get her little pads right after she took them off. I would take them out to the detached garage, lock the door and unroll them and suck on them and smell them and ejaculated all over the garage floor. The mess is behind my table saw and no one goes back there so it's safe. I have done this now for the last few years and it's so nice to have her either living here or visiting us.

This brings me to the night she was here a few months ago, she went in to use the bathroom and when she came out she smiled at me and said now it's your turn. Well I had to pee so I got up and went to the bathroom, I always lock the door because of her child wanting to watch, which I do not allow. As I was always taught to sit to pee on a commode I took my levi's down and my panties and sat down on the commode and when I did right at eye level was her rolled up pad. It was still warm and I just couldn't pass this chance up, I unrolled it and stuck it into my mouth and sucked it from one end to the other. When I first unrolled it, it was dark red with blood, after I finished sucking on it, the color had changed to a light pink, and I had ejaculated twice in the short time I was in there.

My step daughter is in her early 30's and is so beautiful, I would love to be able to someday make love to her but alas that will never happen. I think she understands what my desire is but as I, she knows it will never happen. But her remarks about its my turn tells me she knows what I am doing. She also leaves her laundry here while she is at work, and yes I pull her panties out and smell them and jack off when I can do so with out the wife catching me. Almost wish the wife was still having her menstrual cycles but she has passed that time already. So when we make love you know my mind has the picture of her beautiful daughter under me, or when I am sucking her pussy, its always her daughters not hers I am thinking about.



My Beautiful Sub



Author's Note: This story is the sequel to my Valentine's Day story "The 14th Anniversary". It starts off where the first one ended. The story can also be read as a stand-alone piece. Please review.

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My reflexion in the mirror wall of the elevator carrying me up to our penthouse apartment looked tired. That was to be expected, I thought wearily, after hours of back to back surgeries and two patients dying before they even had made it on my table. I felt helpless anger at the drunk driver who had caused the multi car pile up. At least he too had died in the crash.

While I put in the code to unlock our door I envisioned myself relaxing on the couch with my wife in my arms before we would have to get ready for the annual Valentine's Day Dinner and Ball. My beloved Sarah didn't know it yet but tonight she would receive an award for her tireless work for the Children's Hospital and it's oncology wing, and she did it all with the power of the written word....

I dropped first my keys and then the box with long-stemmed peach coloured roses when I saw her kneeling there, on our couch table in plain view of the door, in tight, inescapable bondage. It was such a perfect picture of submission that I barely dared to breathe in fear to have it vanish like a fata morgana.

She knelt on the table with her knees spread wide and wetness glistening between her thighs, hands bound behind her back and the eyes downcast. Goddess, she was so beautiful. I could see the jugular vein pulsing with her rapid heartbeat and I knelt down. I took her head between my hands and lifted her chin to look into her beautiful blue-green eyes. She tried to smile around the bright red ball gag and I was so proud of her for doing this for me. I knew how much she detests gags of any kind because gags invariably let her drool, ball gags more than others.

I felt the urge to kiss her and removed the obstacle as gently as I could. She swallowed. Our lips touched. She opened her mouth to allow me access and I claimed her with teeth, lips and tongue. Even more than fourteen years after I had first seen her in an exclusive lesbian club named 'Earheart' I felt more passion for her than I ever would have thought possible to feel for a single human being.

And it's more than just passion. I'm completely devoted to her, to my Sarah who has made me the centre of her life. I'm devoted to her and our life together and our beloved daughter.

"I love you, Sarah Eriksson-Garber," I said and she tried to answer but her throat was too dry. That happened every time she had to wear a gag for more than an hour. Dear spirits, the sacrifices she makes for me.

I let her drink from a bottle of water I found on a side table. She drank greedily and thanked me, "I love you, Rebecca Garber-Eriksson. Happy Valentine's Day, Mistress."

"And to you, my love."

I kissed her again and stroked the sides of her breasts that were bulging out of the breast harness she was wearing. I remember having seen her looking through some pictures with something similar on the internet a couple of weeks ago. She must have planned that little scene for a long time.

"Let me have a closer look at you, my Sarah."

I kissed her on her forehead while I got up and circled the couch table and focused on the details but I didn't touch, not yet. I knew I would do that soon. I longed to feel her skin but every work of art deserves to be properly appreciated. As soon as I no longer was in her line of sight Sarah once again lowered her eyes. It was such a simple gesture but it said so much about us, about our relationship. It moved me in ways I would not know how to describe.

I could see the strain the reverse prayer bondage put on her shoulders. I no longer could refrain from touching her. I fondled her right arse cheek and felt how she tried to press into my touch, "Don't move, my love. Let me savour your work, your beauty." 

Sarah answered by settling down as best as she could. I traced the crotch rope up to her waist with the tip of my fingers and gently tugged at the strands running down to her big toes. She tried to stifle a gasp. I tugged a bit harder. This time a half-moan escaped her lips.

I kissed her neck, licked up to her ear and whispered, "You're allowed to verbalise, my love, but not with words."

I pulled the strings running through the nipple rings. She didn't try to stifle her groan. I continued to play with both sets of ropes and was rewarded with a concert of sounds, varying in intensity and length but every one of them shooting directly from my ears to my groin.

I was wet and a part of me wanted to strip and have Sarah's talented tongue take care of it, but that would have been too easy. There was so much more to enjoy.

Her muscles tensed with her steadily rising need. I untied the knots fixing the crotch rope to her toes and let it go slack. To have more leverage I balanced with one knee on the table and entered her with two fingers. She was so wet I could have easily accommodated all four of my fingers.

The knot from the crotch rope was still centred over her clitoris and I created a rubbing motion by pressing the palm of my hand against it. Her moans and groans were rising in volume. My free hand played with the string threaded through the alligator clamps.

Sarah's eyes were closed and if she would have been allowed to speak she would be begging to be allowed to come and she would do it with such desperation and endearing honesty that I would have been hard pressed not to give in. Such is her power.

Dear spirits, she was so beautiful. It was hard to believe that such a perfect creature was really mine, mine alone. Yes, there were a lot of other people, of other influences and demands in our life but moments like this one belonged only to us. They were a gift she kept on giving me, selflessly.

Suddenly all those precious sounds stopped. I knew she was fighting down an orgasm and was in awe of her will power and self-control. Adding another finger I ordered her to let go and give me her climax. It was so forceful she fought her restraints and the left nipple clamp slipped off. The sudden, unexpected pain made her cry out but also intensified her violent release.

Tears were running down her face and it made her even more beautiful. I kissed and licked them away and rocked her in my arms. I whispered soothing words in her ear until her breathing had calmed down. Goddess, how I loved that woman, my beautiful, submissive wife, my everything.

We kissed and I caressed her freed nipple with my right hand. It was meant to be gentle and soothing but the nipple was already getting hard again. Sarah was so responsive, even after close to one and a half decades it was still a marvel.

I warned her to brace herself for the other nipple clamp to come off, and this time there was nothing more than a sharp hiss as a sign of her discomfort. She was making me so fucking hot, it was unbelievable. I bent down and kissed and licked her nipples. I half expected her to press out her chest but she remembered my earlier instructions and stayed perfectly still.

I pulled the crotch rope free and undid the waist rope. There were slight discolorations and indentations from the hemp rope but nothing that wouldn't disappear within the hour. I took the medicinal scissors that were lying next to the water bottle and cut off the base of the breast harness, effectively freeing her firm, round breasts from all restraints. As expected their bases were red and would swell up a bit over the next hour. It would make her look even more irresistible. I kissed the stripes and told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. She beamed at me with shining eyes. We kissed again.

Her hands were still bound behind her back. I decided that it would be the last piece of her bondage to go, "I love you, my Sarah. If we would not have to go out later I would leave you bound like this for most of the night."

Her eyes widened and her expression told me that she had momentarily forgotten about the Valentine's Day Charity Dinner. She opened her mouth to say something but remembered my earlier order.

"Good girl. Let's free your legs. You're allowed to answer my questions. It's a quarter past five now. How long did you wait like this for me, baby?"

"Mistress Ava arrived at two thirty and left around three. So, a bit more than two hours, Mistress."

She obviously wanted to add more but she stopped herself just in time. She had answered my question and that was all she was allowed to say.

I removed her leg restraints easily and saw with a smile how she had to flex her thigh muscles to keep her knees wide open. I helped her off the table and told her to walk in circles around the couch to get the circulation in her legs going again. Her movements were a bit jerky at first but that was to be expected with a bondage that put most of her weight on her shinbones and insteps. 

I stripped quickly and sat down on the couch. I motioned for her to kneel in front of me as soon as she had recovered. I spread my legs and that was all the invitation she needed. She scooted forward and started to eat me. At first only her lips touched my skin as if she wanted to map the terrain. The lips were replaced by the tip of her tongue. She tried to clean my folds of every drop of my juices but I continuously produced more.

"Suck me clit, suck it hard," I ordered.

She didn't. Sarah licked my outer labia with the full length of her tongue, the right side first, then the left, right, left, right, left – and then her tongue delft into my folds, deep and quick, and for less than a heartbeat. It was agonising and heavenly. I was so wet. I only needed another small nudge to be pushed over the edge, but Sarah took her time.

I could feel her smile. She always smiled when she deliberately disobeyed an order and knew that she would be punished for it, for her and my benefit. I could have stopped her and reasserted my dominance, but everything she had done so far had been for me and I certainly enjoyed her ministrations.

After what seemed like an eternity her lips finally closed around my engorged clit but instead of sucking it her teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh, and I came. I bucked my hips but she was too experienced to let herself be disturbed by it. Sarah once again bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to trigger a second wave of release.

Goddess, how much I love my woman.

I let myself sink back in the couch and she started to lick me clean, slowly and reverently. The touch of her tongue was soothing and comforting. It allowed me to regain my senses.

I felt her scoot back and decided that I would allow her to choose her punishment herself. Disobedience in a social setting would have earned her a session under the cane. In a play session like this it was dependent on the situation. I also decided that it would have to wait until after our return from the Charity Dinner.

Sarah's eyes were downcast and her knees spread. Moisture was glistening on her shaven mons. Her nipples were still red from the clamps but also still stone hard. She was sitting absolutely still but I knew that this was only due to her training and her stubborn nature. She was primed and ready to enjoy another climax. I knew that her heart was beating in her throat. It would not take more than my order to make her come again. I wouldn't even have to touch her. My sweet Sarah was still as irresistibly delectable as fourteen years ago.

"Look at me, Sarah." Her blue-green eyes were dilated. "You disobeyed me. You do know that you will have to be punished, right?"

"Yes Mistress. I deserve to be punished."

"Join me on the couch, my love. I want you to decide how you will be punished, and while you do some thinking I will free your arms. Your punishment will have to fulfil three conditions: one, I will not use a cane on you; two, it has to hurt more than a hand spanking; three, it must have the potential to bring you to orgasm."

I freed her upper arms first and then her wrists and fingers. The marks on her lower arms would soon be gone. The ones on her upper arms, however, were considerably deeper. They would take at least a couple of days to fade. I could not help but admire her foresight. When we were shopping for her dress she had insisted on a black dress with a short body hugging jacket with three-quarter arms, instead of the strapless evening gown I would have preferred; thoughtful and sneaky at once. She just had to be admired.

I massaged her fingers and arms, well aware that every touch would be painful until her circulation had completely returned. Sarah took it well, of course, alter all we have done this hundred of times over the years. Since she still wasn't allowed to speak except to answer questions she bent down and kissed my hands to thank me.

"So, what will be your punishment, my love?"

"You should beat me, Mistress, the insides of my thighs and my pussy. Beat me with a belt, preferably my father's belt. Beat me until I beg you to be allowed to come, and then refuse me permission," Sarah said.

"Your father's belt? Interesting choice. We haven't used that in years. What made you think of it?" I asked.

"I had some time to reminiscence while I was waiting for you to come home, my Mistress. My mind wandered back to our first meeting and to my first punishment at your hand. I remembered how gentle you were and how you let me get off lightly," Sarah said.

"That's not what you thought at the time, my love," I replied.

"No, but I was young and stupid."

"You were never stupid, my love, stubborn, yes, wilful, sometimes, but you also were and are a quick study. Now come. We'll take a long shower and will only be fashionably late for our dinner," I said.

"Do we have to go?" My beloved asked. "I'd rather stay home."

"That's not an option, Sarah, and I think we'll have to add a sound spanking to your over-all punishment for speaking out of turn. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, Mistress, a spanking sounds fair. Thank you, Mistress."

Sarah's playful smile told me that her supposed slip of the tongue had been quite deliberate, and I also knew why she did it. It was a gift, part of my Valentine's day gift, just like the bondage.

Years ago I probably would have punished her for trying to top from the bottom, and I know she still would sincerely thank me should I decide to do so. Fourteen years ago I had told her that I wanted to own her, heart, body and soul, that I wanted to control and command and protect her, every hour of every day, and now I do. I'm sure of her love and devotion. I'm sure of her submission and my dominance.

In the beginning we, I needed rituals and structures and clear rules. I needed to learn how to be a conscientious dominant and not an egotistical bastard like my father who had only been interested in one thing, his self-interest. Fourteen years ago, when I first approached my beloved Sarah I was much less self-confident than I let her believe. Now, I am sure of myself. Sarah also needed to learn. She needed to find her bearing in a way of life she only had ever dreamed about before we met.

We both had learned. Now, we still use the rituals, structures and rules. Most of them have become so natural to us that we no longer even think about them, and with the changes in our life the rules, of course, have also changed. Even a 24/7 D/s relationship like ours has to adapt with the addition of a child to the household.

The point is, we no longer need the rules to know who and what we are at any given moment. We just are. Sarah is mine and she always will be. She always will be my submissive, even when she does not call me 'Mistress'. And I am hers and I always will be. I will always be her Mistress, even if I don't give her any orders.

I allowed us the luxury of using up all of the hot water under the shower, and of course we did more than just wash each other. I let her brace herself against the tiled wall and took her from behind and I let her go down on me again. I also gave her a warm-up spanking before we got dressed to remind her that we still had plans for after the charity event.

While Sarah was up on the dais to receive her award I admired her lean, toned beauty. When we had first met she had been a bit chubby but regular cardio and flexibility training, the later a must to avoid injuries during bondage sessions, have changed that. My Sarah was by far the most beautiful woman in the room, and I was far from the only one who followed her graceful movement with my gaze.

The long black dress hugged her curves in all the right places. The low neckline showed her cleavage and knowing that just beneath she still had the marks form the breast harness made me more than hot. She had put up her hair with only a few tendrils curling at the side of her face. My gaze was irresistibly drawn to the diamonds I had added to her collar at our tenth anniversary.

To most people it was just a necklace she never took off, to us it was the symbol of our relationship, a platinum band with a pendant on which a big R was protectively cradling a smaller S, the initials of our first names. The stones sparkled almost as much as her eyes when she returned to our table, and propriety be damned, I kissed her as soon as she had reached me. Her eyes dilated but quickly returned to normal when she heard the applause coming from seemingly all sides. She blushed.

We did not stay longer than absolutely necessary to grease the wheels for future donations.

I peeled her out of her dress, leaving her in her high-heels and a smile. I allowed her to undress me, the fleeting touch of her fingers on my skin was heavenly. I had to really focus to get us to adjourn to the bedroom. So, I sent her to the playroom to fetch her father's belt, a fly swatter and the big leather paddle. I did not intend to use the last two objects but it would keep her guessing. I also told her to put on her wrist and ankle cuffs though I did not plan on using them this night. It was more for the aesthetic value – and Sarah really likes wearing them.

I removed the comforter and put our pillows in the middle of the bed. I wanted her hips and pelvis elevated to have a better target area. It took only moments to arrange her on the mattress. Her hands were wrapped around the iron bars of the headboard. Her hips were resting on the pillows and her knees were pulled up and to the side, offering her nether parts in all their glistening glory.

Instead of blindfolding her as I had initially planned I put another pillow under her head. I now wanted her to see the strokes coming.

I sat on the edge of the bed and played with one of her nipples, "I'm in a generous mood tonight, my love. Do you want to count the strokes or not?"

"Thank you, Mistress. I'd like to count the strokes. If I don't count them, I'll slip into my head space and then it would not be a punishment any longer."

I kissed her and picked up the old leather belt of her father. We had other belts that served the same purpose, most of them bought with disciplinarian use in mind, some evoking special memories, like the blood red belt with the braided inlays that left beautiful marks on the sensitive flesh of her breasts and inner thighs, or the black one with the wooden buckle that fit so perfectly in the palm of my hand.

None of them, however, were as special as Sarah's late father's belt. On our first date she had lied to me and two days later I had punished her with this belt. It had been her first punishment, the first time she had willingly submitted to me, the first time I had felt her pubic bone press against my thigh while she was draped over my lap. In a way that belt was almost as powerful a symbol of our union as her collar, even though we had not used it in years.




My Beautiful Sub



My first stroke hit her pussy full on, with the broad side of the belt, of course. It had not been a love tab but also not with full force. I wanted her to be as aroused as possible before it really became painful. She barely flinched. The second stroke hit my Sarah on her right thigh, the third returned to her pussy, the forth hit the left thigh – and then it started again.

When the whole area was liberally peppered with red marks I increased the strength of the strokes, not too much, but enough to elicit moans and soft yelps.

"Thirty-two," her voice sounded slightly shaky and there were tears glistening in the corner of her eyes. Experience, however, had taught me that it took much more to get my beloved to cry openly, as least when she didn't feel really guilty about something, and tonight she didn't.

Tonight's punishment was a gift to both of us, but that did of course not mean that I would go easy on her, a punishment was a punishment after all. And I would never insult her that way. Tears were staining her face when she had reached sixty and I ordered her to stop counting. Her legs were trembling with the effort to keep them open for the bite of the belt. Her breathing was ragged, the fingers holding on to the headboard were white-knuckled.

The scent of her arousal was as intoxicating as always, maybe even more so. I felt and smelled the wetness between my own thighs and was hard pressed not to get carried away by my own need.

She was almost ready, "Close your eyes, sweetie."

After eight more strokes I ordered her to come for me. Her hips rose up to greet the strokes, her whole body shuddered. It was such a glorious visual, and at the height of her climax she cried out for me and begged for more. I complied, how could I have not; as much as she was mine, I was hers. That did, of course, not keep me from seeing her punishment through.

I gave her another eight strokes, directly on her pussy, this time; and I took my time. Every time renewed and prolonged her orgasm and I enjoyed every single second of it. Sarah still held on to the headboard, her upper body heaving, her breathing still ragged. In contrast her legs were almost motionless, her knees and legs open, still offering herself. It was such a thrill. It made me come when she shouted my name again and again.

I let the belt drop to the floor and decided to give it a special place in our play room, prominently displayed. I caressed Sarah's sides waiting for her to calm down and regain her composure. Her eyes slowly regained their focus.

She saw me and smiled, a beatific smile, "Thank you, Mistress."

"Your welcome, my love," I said.

I took my clothes off, pulled up the comforter, slipped into the bed and pulled her in my arms. I pushed one of my legs between her thighs to keep the inflamed flesh of her inner thighs from touching.

Sarah quickly fell asleep, after her time spent in strict bondage and the harsh punishment she would feel for more than just a couple of days, my beloved had more than earned her rest. I quickly followed her into Morpheus' realm but I was also the first to wake up the next morning. For our normal standards it was already quite late but we still had more than four hours before we would have to pick up our daughter from the sleepover and I fully intended to spend the time pampering my beloved, and we would start with breakfast.

THE E N D



My Beautiful, Submissive Girlfriend



I get home from work and find you already in bed, not asleep but lost in a daydream of some sort. I take off my work clothes, leaving just my boxer-briefs and t-shirt on and climb into bed with you. Normally you sleep in the nude, but you hadn't gotten ready for bed yet and still had a short, tight baby t-shirt on and a red g-string. Laying on your side, I snuggle up behind you, spooning and pulling you in tight to me I whisper "I'm home, babe" into your ear and kiss your cheek.

Grabbing one of my hands in acknowledgement, fingers intertwined, we lay there enjoying the feel of each other for a while. Slowly my manhood starts to react to the closeness, becoming harder by the minute, pressing into you from behind. I reach up your shirt and start playing with your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples to get you going more than you might be, leaning in to kiss and nibble your neck and earlobes. You grasp one of my hands in yours, following my movements on your breast. Slowly you turn your head back and press your lips to mine, kissing me softly. You roll out of bed and take off your shirt, freeing your full, pert breasts as I also roll off the bed to discard my shirt and underwear. You turn and slowly take off your g-string, bending over in front of me to tease me. We climb back into the bed and I roll you onto your back and start to kiss along your tits, circling to your nipples to take one in my mouth, sucking, nibbling and flicking it with my tongue, pinching and pulling the other one. I slide one hand slowly down your stomach just to the top of your pussy, not quite touching your clit yet, just lightly tracing along the outside of your lips, moving slowly closer to your clit finally touching it lightly, but gradually applying more pressure to it. Rubbing it harder and pinching it, pulling your ring, I now slowly starting to kiss down your stomach, following the same path that my hand did, kissing slowly and lightly around the outside of your pussy until finally reaching your clit to suck hard into my mouth, nibbling it and sliding my hand down to put 3 fingers inside you. Sucking and nibbling your clit hard, I slide in a 4th finger and fucking hard in and out, making your pussy juice all over my face and hand. You grab my head and hold me tightly to your cunt as I do this, moaning loudly and telling me not to stop, urging me on.

"Oh god, eat my pussy. Suck my clit harder, pull hard on my ring. Fuck me with those fingers, deeper, faster, harder. Oh shit, I'm CUMMMING!!"

Cuming hard all over my face, I drink as much of your juice as I can. Once your finished I kiss up your body, stopping quickly to lick each of your nipples, then kissing up to your mouth and kissing you passionately, sharing the deliciousness of your juices with you.

I take one of your hands and guiding it to my throbbing cock, you wrap your hand around it and start to slowly stroke it. I lay down on my back, my dick pointing upwards as you kneel next to me and begin to lick up and down my shaft, making me moan with pleasure. Licking down and taking my balls and sucking them for a moment, you lick back up to the head and slowly take it in your mouth, just the head teasingly at first, then swiftly going all the way down, taking it deep in your throat. My hips thrust up and I moan hard, grabbing your head and guiding you up and down, encouraging you. You alternate between taking me deep in your throat and just sucking the head, pushing me to the brink and then letting me fall back down each time. Finally I pull you off of me and lay you on your back. I slide over on top of you and rub my cockhead up and down your cunt, kissing you passionately and then slowly pushing the head into you, sinking inch by inch into your tight wet pussy. Slowly pulling out until just the head is left in, I push back deep into you slowly. Still kissing you I slowly pick up speed, gradually going faster and faster until I'm fucking deep into you as hard as I can, your legs wrapped around me and your heels pushing on my ass to try and get me deeper.

"Is that good, baby?" I ask.

"Mmm yeah," you moan in reply.

"You like my big hard cock deep in your cunt?" I ask again as I slam hard into you.

"Oh yes, I love it. Fuck me harder Joe, fuck me as hard as you can!" You scream.

I push into you a little harder, pushing as far into you as I can, our pelvises grinding against each other, your clit rubbing against me.

"I'm gonna cum babe, fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Oh god I'm cumming again!"

Still fucking you as you cum, I can feel your pussy contract tighter on my cock, trying to milk the cum from my balls, but I don't cum. Slowly you come down from your exstacy.

"Get on all fours, Skyler," I command.

You get up on your hands and knees, your perfect ass jutting out into the air, your flooded pussy leaking rivers of juices down your thighs. I kneel behind you, running my hand over your ass, rubbing it lightly before I lift it and bring it down hard, spanking you.

"Mmmmm," you moan.

"Liked that, did ya?"

"Uh huh, it felt good, and you know I love being spanked and that it turns me on."

Thwack! I spank you again, this time on the other side.

"Mmmm fuck me now. I want to feel your big fuckstick inside me, jam it in there and fuck me hard!"

I grab your hips and thrust my cock as hard and deep into you as I can. Your head jerks up and around, looking at me with a contorted look of pleasure in your face. I fuck as hard as I can into you, spanking your ass every so often as I do. You reach under you to play with your clit, pinching it and pulling on the ring hard.

"Fuck my cunt, Joe. Fuck it hard, make me take all of your big cock," you scream.

"You wanna cum, slut?" I ask.

"Yeah, make me cum. Make me cum like a little whore."

"What're you waiting for then whore?"

"For you to tell me I can cum. You know I only cum when you tell me I can."

"And why is that?" I ask, baiting you.

"Because I'm a submissive whore, and I'm your slave. I want to be a good slave and cum when you tell me to," you reply genuinely.

"Then cum for me slave," I command.

"Mmm yes master."

"Cum for me now slut."

"I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!!" You scream loudly.

"Cum for me whore, cum harder. Harder! HARDER!" I command forcefully.

I keep telling you to cum harder, and each time I do you fuck back harder, clench my cock tighter in your pussy, and moan louder and louder.

"You want me to cum?" I ask.

"Yes, cum for me master. Cum for your slave," you respond.

"Where do you want it, my little cumslut?"

"In me. Shoot all of your big, hot thick load in my cunt. I want to feel it all deep in me."

"I'm going to cum, beg for it whore," I say.

"Please cum for me. Shoot your big load for me. Cum for me master. Cum for your little slave, your submissive little cumslut. I love your big cock fucking me. Cum deep inside my tight cunt," you plead.

"I'm cumming slave. I'm cumming!"

My thick load bursts forth, a first long, powerful stream shooting hard into your pussy, completely filling it. A second jet, only slightly weaker than the first follows. I shoot seven or eight thick ropes into you, each one gradually becoming less powerful as my climax draws to an end. Your pussy starts to overflow after the second rope. Slowly I pull out of you and collapse on the bed, having been fucking you for nearly three hours. I pull you close to me and kiss you lightly on the lips. I wrap one arm around you and grasp your hand in mine, you lay your head on my chest and we quickly fall deeply asleep in each other's arms.



My Beautiful Surprise



Mark Holloway groaned as he sat up in bed and reached behind him to touch Madison. It was six o'clock on Saturday morning in Birmingham, Alabama. His hand met only a cool pillow and undisturbed sheets. Then he recalled with an increase in his heartbeat that she was due to arrive at the Birmingham International Airport later in the afternoon. She could do wonders, but she had yet to master the art of being in two places at once.

Since he wanted to be there ahead of time, he forced himself to get out of bed. Better get under way, he muttered to himself, if I'm gonna have time to mow the back yard. She likes that.

He stood up and shambled to the full-length mirror before which he spent the next two minutes staring at himself. It wasn't a prideful thing...he just did it periodically as much to be thankful for what he had as anything else.

There it, or he, was. Six feet and 178 pounds of a thirty-one year old man, attractively proportioned and well-muscled. Madison didn't care for stubble and actually, neither did he. He just despised having to take the brief time to run his Norelco over his face and neck. But everything has a price, he told himself, so I'd better quit whining.

He pulled his wavy black hair over his right shoulder and began to brush it slowly. This was a sensual ceremony he reserved for Saturdays, Sundays and before making love. His mother, Juanita, had ceased cutting his locks at age ten; from that time on neither scissors nor razor touched the lovely mass of black hair that grew with unusual density from his hairline to the nape of his neck. Juanita had kept it shaped at the ends by cutting the mass straight across so that the growth from the front of his scalp was as long as that growing from the nape of his neck.

The effect was an incredibly lovely cape of waves and curls that completely concealed his back and shoulders when he left it unbound. Usually for work he tied it behind his head in a huge pony tail or pinned it in front of his ears with turquoise clips.

Wherever he went he was a magnet for attention, often from women who envied a growth of hair on a man that they could never match. His physician had told him that his hair was one-in-two- million, that very few men had a scalp and a physical system that would produce and support such a heavy and long growth. Touching and stroking his hair excited him sexually, and this morning was no exception.

Mark defoliated everything south of his navel: his cock and balls, his thighs, his tight butt and his anal cleft. The softness of his tanned flesh never ceased to arouse Madison. His cock always hardened when he stroked his velvety thighs.

He turned sideways to view himself, his blue eyes taking in the thick organ swelling to firmness from between his thighs. As he watched, his cock stiffened to a thick, straight rod eight inches in length, its sloping mantle stretched tight and shiny, its shaft encircled by bluish-green veins.

Rather than dress and eat, he shaved quickly, brewed coffee and took a steaming mug to the deck behind the house. He stood naked and aroused at the railing, gazing across three acres of Bermuda and other less familiar grasses, pine and scrub through which he and Madison often walked. Rachel Lattimore, his next door neighbor, would see him and that was all right. She was a lusty forty year-old mother of three and had a husband who worshipped her. When he wasn't screwing her legs off, and that seemed to be most of the time.

Rachel's pleasure was going topless around home in front of children, husband, guests, and in both front and back yards when at all possible. That she gardened and mowed both yards in shorts or denims, walking shoes and nothing else did little to dampen her reputation. It was well-known that during warm weather local teens would either park down the street from her house or find innumerable idiotic reasons to drive by in hopes of seeing her ample chest shake gloriously as if it were two mounds of honey-colored gelatin.

Mark chuckled as he thought of her. She had seen him nude frequently and always called him "my beautiful boy."

He had that luxurious feeling born of warmth on one's skin coupled with the erotic electricity of sexual awareness. His heavy, wavy mane was fluffed with body after his thirty-minute brushing and hung like a great dark cape that responded to errant breezes. Mark decided to linger outside and lowered himself to a nearby lounge.

With the quiet of his back yard and warmth of the early morning summer sun came a delicious drowsiness. He arranged his long hair, then lay back, closed his thighs after laying his now softening penis atop them, and began to recall the first time he and Madison had met two years ago.

- - - - - - - - -

Mark was exhausted after a long day trying to explain the varying strengths in reactive armor plate to a pair of managers from Washington. They were far more interested in playing golf than grasping the intricacies of additional armor plating on tanks and armored fighting vehicles. By early afternoon he would have preferred a cold barium enema to what he was doing. Nevertheless, by sheer force of will he consummated an arrangement of a $15 million contract and at the same time was on the verge of strangling the two agents from GenTex Industries. A migraine headache had set up shop inside his head and had begun ripping out parts of his brain.

Without even attempting to eat supper he went straight to his hotel room, collapsed on the bed in his clothes and fell asleep. A fumbling sound at his door woke him, and the red figures on his bedside clock unblinkingly informed him that it was 11:30. He heard someone attempting to turn the knob, so he moved groggily out of bed, swept aside the half of his hair that hung over his left shoulder, and wearily cracked the door to the hallway.

Mark's voice stuck in his throat as he peered out at one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. As he struggled toward full awareness he noted shoulder length blonde hair, a rounded face with grey-green eyes and an embarrassed smile, a charcoal colored blazer over an intriguingly short skirt, a white blouse that gave him a quick impression it was straining under pressure from beneath and the best pair of legs in his recent memory.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, obviously taken aback by the appearance of someone she'd never met.

"Umm...ah...," he responded with obvious intelligence.

She glanced at the small white envelope that held her plastic key card, verified that her number matched that on his door, and said, "I'm sorry. They told me this was my room. The reservation was made for me over two weeks ago."

Mark retrieved his manners and opened the door.

"I'm Mark Holloway," he introduced himself as he widened the doorway and encouraged her to enter. I know this is rather odd, but it's late, this place is packed, I've been in this mess before, and SO...if you'll give me a few minutes to get dressed I'll see if I can help you straighten out this problem."

"No, thank you. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I'll just go on down to the desk; they'll have another room."

He was already on the phone. After several minutes of discussion he hung up.

"They're not very helpful. There are no rooms available."

Her tired face fell.

"May I suggest something?" Mark asked quietly, trying to mitigate her uneasiness and disappointment. "It's late for getting a room that isn't there, you have to be exhausted, and this suite has a second bedroom. Will you consider staying in there? There's even a separate door to the hallway if you decide to leave. I'll stay out of your way, and you'll stand a lot better chance of getting real help in the morning."

"Are you sure...?" she trailed off with an understandably suspicious note in her slightly husky and obviously southern-accented voice. He wouldn't have blamed her if she'd said, "Thanks, but no thanks," and walked off.

"I'm Madison Parker," she followed on, "and I am truly sorry to impose on you this way."

She entered with her medium sized wheeled case in tow.

Mark showed her to the adjoining bedroom, gathering a terrycloth robe as they passed the bathroom, and laid it on the bed for her. He noted her staring at his long hair but said nothing. Neither did she.

"I hate to be abrupt, but I'm done in. I'm going back to bed. One last thing...will you please join me for breakfast at, oh...say eight o'clock? I know the manager downstairs, he saves a table for me, and I'm completely unattached. Honest. Then you can be on your way."

She thought about his invitation for a moment, then agreed. He turned quickly and walked away.

- - - - - - - - - 

The morning sun warmed his naked body and Mark sat up to apply sunscreen to his skin that showed tiny droplets of perspiration. He smiled as he stroked his penis, now firm and shiny. He pulled his mass of long hair to one side of the lounge, letting it fall onto the wooden deck. He raised the back of the lounge to a more comfortable position, then viewed his body. He slid his hands down his thighs, relishing their velvety feel, then he gently lifted his cock. A small drop of dew rested in its mouth and the tender mantle had become enlarged. If he touched himself he knew that an orgasm was almost certain. He laid it against his left thigh and raised his ball sac. He enjoyed his smoothness although grooming himself was a task that required time. 

Mark touched his left nipple because it was so extremely sensitive; he felt a little zing of sexual electricity rush through his body. He glanced at his navel pendant, three strands of pearls suspended from a ring. It was unusual for a man to have such a decoration, but again, it aroused him extremely and his girl friends had always approved. 

He wanted his Madison to return quickly and he planned for only a few moments of time between their arrival back at home and hauling her off to bed for the rest of the day. He was now aroused, yet he did not want to masturbate yet. In his rich bank of memories about her there was greater excitement in store. He returned to his reverie.

- - - - - - - - - 

His guest made no sound that he could detect and he was not altogether certain that she had not quietly exited through the other door and disappeared. When he arose he knocked on the door and received no reply. He entered and found that the shower had been used but was dry; a faint scent of jasmine cologne and a damp, neatly hung towel and cloth verified that someone else had been there.

At eight o'clock she rapped lightly on his door and entered at his invitation. Again Mark's breath caught in his chest as she walked into the room. Her blonde hair was woven into a French braid. She wore little makeup that he could discern, but her red lipstick contrasted perfectly with her charcoal jacket and matching slacks. She wore a light, clingy and soft cranberry top with a neckline sufficiently wide and low to reveal delicious cleavage. Open-toe leather heels with thin straps completed her outfit.

In his golf shirt, faded denims and well-used Tony Lama high-heel boots he felt out of place and somewhat dusty. He looked down at his jeans and boots, feeling self-conscious, then realized that he could have dressed differently. The clothes were in the closet. He felt odd because of the beauty now standing before him. And try as he might, he could not drag his eyes away from her luscious breasts that trembled as she had walked toward him.

"If you don't mind my saying so," he said to her, "you are so lovely." He grinned somewhat sheepishly, and she felt an endearing tug at her heart that she unsuccessfully fought.

"And if you don't object, Mr. Holloway, I can say the same for you. I think your hair is beautiful. I have never seen so much lovely hair on a man."

"Chalk it up to my mother, Juanita. She quit cutting it when I was ten. Now I've gotten used to it and I like the way it feels. And thank you, Madison. You can, of course, call me Mark and I will be much happier. When you say Mr. Holloway I have an identity crisis."

They walked into the hallway and he closed the door behind them. They took the elevator to the first floor and Leister's Sidewalk Café which he knew to be misnamed in several respects. It was nowhere near a sidewalk, no one named Leister had ever owned or managed it, and strictly

speaking it was a buffet and restaurant, not a café. But it did offer a variety of the best breakfasts available in Atlanta and its clientele came from several miles around.

Mark recommended a few items for her; once their breakfasts arrived they devoured them with relish. He mentioned that his home was in Birmingham and described his work in general terms. Then he made a well-mannered effort to get Madison to speak of herself. After her initial reluctance that was born more of lingering embarrassment about the night before than a determination to not talk, she explained details of her trip and remarked that she was from Atlanta, Georgia.

Madison proved to be a truly enjoyable guest and before long they were laughing at shared mishaps in recent months in their respective offices. Time fled until Mark noticed that it was almost ten-thirty.

"I am so sorry!" he exclaimed. "I've kept you too long."

"No, Mark, you haven't. This has been the most enjoyable time I've had in several years."

"But you've got a plane to catch, haven't you?"

She looked down with embarrassment, then spoke quietly.

"Mark, I was stood up. I was supposed to meet someone here, a person who was to have made reservations for us. No one did. When I called him back a message said that the number had been disconnected. I'm not really certain what to do right now except just fly back home."

Her grey-green eyes were moist. And for the first time Mark noticed the length of her dark lashes. She wore no mascara or liner. Most women, he thought, would kill for lashes such as these.

"Madison, please don't think I'm pushy. My work here is finished. Would you consider taking the day off with me and just doing a little of the tourist-thing? No obligation at all. And I promise to be a good host."

Seconds passed as she stared at him, evaluating him.

"Mark, you're gracious to me. And you've been the perfect host. I think I would like to join you for the day...but only if you'll let me take us to dinner when we return tonight."

"Done!" he exclaimed with a happiness that surprised him.

That interchange prefaced the most enjoyable day Mark could recall in recent memory. He had dated often, shared memorable days and nights with several remarkable women, but this was somehow different. Madison Parker was, to put it simply, fun, bright, filled with laughter and ideas. By the time they returned to their hotel both were tired in that enjoyable way characterized by a simultaneous determination to continue if at all possible.

They had an early dinner, then went up to their room. Mark let Madison enter first, then he turned to close the door. When he faced about she was so close that he almost stumbled into her.

She had dropped her coat on a nearby chair. In addition to her lovely cleavage, he saw her slender bare arms and the shape of her large breasts beneath the soft fabric of her top. Obviously, she wore no brassiere. Before he could speak Madison reached for his face and kissed him tenderly.

"Thank you for today. This is to express what I cannot put into words."

- - - - - - - - - - 

On the lounge Mark was bathed in a sensuous warmth and his body shone with perspiration combined with the sunscreen he had applied earlier. Now with his delicious memory of their first meeting his nipples hardened to points and his cock was firm enough to move when he contracted its muscle. He stared at his beauty, relishing the sensuous feeling of sexual fullness, a sort of headiness at the fact that he possessed such a gorgeous cock, and recalling the thrill he had experienced when he'd enjoyed several nude beaches.

Thick, long, its skin stretched tight and shiny, it stuck up as if it were a haughty sentinel. His balls were sensitive in his loose sac between his thighs and he longed to touch himself. He knew that if he gave in to his urge he would lose himself...this was such an exotic sensation, this hosting her in his memory as he awaited her actual presence, being naked and aroused, and recalling what else happened that had changed their lives.

- - - - - - - - - - 

He responded hesitantly. Her mouth was warm, her moist tongue darted between his lips like a tiny wet serpent, and she smelled faintly of jasmine. She was soft and sweet and, in an intriguing way, delicate without being fragile. As he embraced her he felt her breasts cushioned his chest, bulging up from her soft top.

Mark glanced down and saw part of her left nipple emerge from her sweater. He touched her there and she gasped softly, placing her hand atop his own to secure it in place. Though she was slender her breasts were large for her size, nestling beside each other, her nipples pointed and the left one now bare and hardening beneath his manipulating thumb and forefinger.

"Madison, I'll stop if you wish. I've presumed too much after a wonderful day with you...," and he trailed off to silence as the lovely creature before him placed her forefinger upon his lips.

"Ah...Mark, if you only knew how sweet that is and how I've wanted you to do it."

Suddenly her grey-green eyes widened, then brimmed with tears.

"Madison, what's wrong? Did I...?"

"No, no! All you've done is give me a perfect day, take care of me, and make love to my breast. You are wonderful."

"Then what is it? Why are you crying?"

"Because you may very well want nothing more to do with me. There is something you need to know, Mark."

With that she pulled gently out of his embrace, turned away from him and began to remove her clothing.

Now he was stumped. "Madison, if you are under the terribly mistaken impression that you'll drive me away by undressing completely, let me relieve you. You are welding me to the floor of this room!"

She said nothing and continued to undress. He stared at her smooth, muscled back that tapered to a tiny waist and widened to rounded hips. Her ass was firm and tanned even in her anal cleft, her legs were things of beauty as she stood in her high heels. Finally, she turned to face him.

Heavy breasts trembled as if they were honey-colored orbs of gelatin tipped by swollen, dark brown nipples. A round emerald swung from a gold chain in her pierced navel. She had manicured her pubic bush by shaving everything completely smooth save for a blonde corona that encircled her fat penis and long fur completely concealing her ball sac. 

Madison Parker was a shemale.

She awaited his reaction, fearful of rejection, daring to hope, aroused yet trembling with apprehension. His response was immediate.

"Madison, aside from the fact that you are the most beautiful creature I've seen in years standing naked before me...what's the problem?"

She could hardly believe what she had heard.

"But...," she began.

"No."

"No, what?" she responded with obvious puzzlement.

"No, it doesn't matter to me," he chuckled, enjoying the moment.

"It doesn't?" she said with astonishment.

"Nope."

"Maybe I'm confused," she began once more. "You mean that what I am doesn't turn you away?"

"Of course not!" he laughed. "You are exciting, obviously deep, stunningly gorgeous—you stopped traffic out there today—you are loving and filled with surprises. During this entire day you have intrigued me, made me think and brought me laughter. What about all of that should turn me off or offend me?"

Rather than drag it out any longer, Mark held out his hand and said softly, "Come here, Madison. Please. I want you."

The lady before him rushed into his arms and buried her face in the angle of his neck and left shoulder. Gradually her trembling ceased. He ran his hands over her back, then gently clasped a smooth cheek of her ass in each hand and squeezed. Finally, he ran his right middle finger through her anal cleft. Her breathing was becoming irregular with excitement. He thrilled at the thought of her fat cock swinging against his own and the mental imagery roaring through his brain like a firestorm.




My Beautiful Surprise



"Mark, please take me to bed. But first let me undress you."

Madison led him to the bed and before sitting on it, steered Mark around to face her. He removed his boots. Then she unbuttoned his shirt pulled off his tee-shirt, carefully folding them before setting them on the nearby chair. He watched her as she set about her work.

Her arms were so slender in contrast to those amazing breasts, full and now pointed with plump dark nipples, jiggling seductively with each movement. It must be completely erotic to have such tits in a top with no bra on, he thought as a luscious image passed through his mind. What does that weight feel like?

Her arms touched the custard-hued orbs, brushing them together and then allowing them to part slightly. Good lord, he mused...she's gorgeous. He felt her hands unbuckle his belt and slide his denims down his legs. His underwear followed, and he stepped out of them. Now he was naked before her. She delayed their contact by stepping back to carefully fold his clothing, staring at him with those lovely grey-green eyes.

Then she stepped forward. He was hard, as hard as he could recall ever having been aroused; he watched as her own penis, stiff in its upward position, touched him first, knocking against his cock and then folding upward against her abdomen. She was huge, larger even than he.

Her flesh was silken to his touch. His was velvet to her fingers dancing over his body. She took his mane of black hair and swept it across his shoulder and over her own, relishing the weight of the black cape now cascading down her own back. Madison felt downward and shifted her penis so that it jutted between his legs as his own slid between hers.

Mark was aroused far beyond his anticipation. He held her tightly as he found her mouth and slid his tongue between her lips. Her own struck back as if it were an asp, moist, darting about his teeth and striking in and out of his mouth in a sweet intercourse. She pressed her heavy breasts against his chest.

"Madison, let's get on the bed. I don't think I can stand up under this attack."

She laughed softly and lay down, extending her arms up toward him as he lowered himself to meet her. Again she had to move her hand down to shift her cock and this time she brushed his own. He gasped.

"You are beautiful, Mark," she whispered, her mouth broadening in a smile. "Love me, please, darling."

- - - - - - - - - 

Mark opened his eyes and glanced down at his naked form, now shiny with sweat and cocoanut-scented sunscreen. His cock was fat and hard, its mantle swollen to shininess. He lifted it carefully and a drop of clear dew rolled out of concealment in the enlarged hole where it had hidden itself, making a wet trail across the mantle and then dripping onto his abdomen.

His orgasm had built up pressure within and was not to be denied. He pointed his penis upward over his abdomen toward his navel and wondered if his cream would cover his navel ring when it shot out. He caressed his cock gently, so close to eruption that he needed very little manipulation. He felt the fire of his lava course through its passageway and surrendered mentally to the inevitability of his loss.

As he touched the spot just below the crown of his cock his first jet of cum shot from its hole and fell to his abdomen, buttermilk in color, ropy in texture and nearly four inches in length. A sensual excitement gripped him as he held his penis and steadily worked its underside. A second jet of cream shot out, nearly as long as the first but with more force, and landed in his navel, covering his pendant with viscous, milky fluid. It was followed by spurts of cum that fell across his stomach. He felt his reservoir empty, then a bolt of electricity shot through his loins and he manipulated himself swiftly. A final stream of cum shot onto his left side and started its delicious trickle down his skin toward the couch on which he lay.

He gasped with pleasure and relaxed to enjoy the feel of cream upon his body. Once more he closed his eyes and dreamed. The sticky eruption began to melt into union with his perspiration and oil.

- - - - - - - - - 

Madison was privately surprised at the slow, gentle, loving pace with which Mark made love to her. The blonde shemale had fully expected to be repulsed by the man for whom she longed. Instead, he has holding her with a tenderness and warmth that she could hardly believe. 

She rose on her elbows and slid up his body until her nipple touched his lips. He opened, accepted her breast and began to suck tenderly. She cried out with pleasure; her nipples had always been extremely sensitive since her original breast construction, and that was one reason she enjoyed frequently going braless. The touch of blouses and sweaters actually aroused her to orgasm in the most unexpected of locations, public and private. 

In order to conceal her rather generous attributes between her thighs she always had to wear a well-built thong to restrain them when she became aroused. This was mandatory when she wore skirts and advisable when she wore slacks. At times Madison did enjoy going without a thong when she wore denims; because of its size her penis, even when not aroused, lay with its ball sac down her left leg in an obvious display to all who observed. She received a variety of reactions, many of them disapproving but just as many envious, inquisitive and desiring.

When the fabric of her tops stroked her bare nipples and began to generate an orgasm, she made every effort to restrain her overt reaction. This only made the whole delicious experience more erotic and powerful. She had experienced this while seated, walking and in the course of talking with others. These last were the most exotic of all, for as her body forced upon her its delicious contractions and semen filled her thong, she had to maintain some semblance of normalcy in her conversation. 

She was not very good at this.

In most cases she had to hold onto the other person, turn slightly to hide her ecstasy or excuse herself momentarily to recover. Then she went on through her day with her organs bathed in cream until she could cleanse herself and change thongs or panties. 

Mark had yet to touch her cock, and this aroused her greatly. He worked his way slowly and tenderly over her body, touching with his tongue her closed eyelids, inserting it lightly into each nostril, sucking her nipples and draping his lovely black hair over her body so that she could not see the room. 

She wanted him with incredible intensity. No lover had ever been so tender and considerate of her. She'd seen the website banners that shouted, "Beautiful trannies who can't wait to be banged in their asses!" but she was far more interested in being respected and treated gently. She could wait for a lot of things if a lover would care for her. Mark was different than any man the lovely shemale had ever known.

He sat up and leaned on his left arm as he gazed at her. He moved his right hand to her legs and stroked the smooth flesh. Finally he touched her hard penis, lightly brushing it as he fondled her balls.

"You are perfect," he spoke softly. "Look at your smooth skin...completely bare. Your cock is even larger than mine, so beautiful, so hot and fat. Touching you is like sliding my fingers over warm glass. Except that you are so wonderfully soft. May I make love to you?"

She nodded expectantly as she fingered his nipples.

- - - - - - - - - - 

Mark felt warm in his nakedness beneath the bright sun. He was overcome by a rich, erotic, sexually hot fullness that delighted in his nudity and inflated his desire to be seen by others as he lay there. The strings of cum had melted onto his flesh in long white streamers, sticky and sensual.

He fondled his sticky, firm penis and threaded his fingers through his black bush. Madison was coming home soon, and he could hardly wait for her arrival. The big issue would be how to keep from jumping her at the airport, and he wondered what sensuous outfit she would be wearing. She had beautiful legs, and she knew he was aroused when she wore extremely short skirts and either tank tops or soft tops that she left unbuttoned. Her breasts were national treasures that he liked for her to exhibit.

She was certainly willing to do so, knowing the effect upon her lover. Madison was an expert in being casual about her erotic displays in public; she never gave the impression that she was throwing it out for others to envy. Rather, she was able to leave her blouse open or be braless in a thin tank top with an air of innocence...as if she just had no idea of her sensuality and what she had visible.

He chuckled at the memory of the day they had gone to a NASCAR race at Bristol, Tennessee, and she wore one of his sleeveless undershirts and a denim very-mini-skirt. When they left the motel he could see the lower curve of her lovely ass below the skirt but at least she was wearing what she called one of her "muscle thongs." That was a thong strong enough to restrain her cock between her thighs, even when she became aroused.

Then he leaned over to kiss her, sliding his hand over her soft breast with its dark nipple showing through the undershirt. When he looked down he saw her enlarged penis protruding haughtily from beneath the little cover offered by the tiny skirt. He had hardened and then lost cream without even touching himself. She smiled, stuck her tongue into his mouth, and closed her legs. 

But she had never replaced her thong that day. Each time he looked down she parted her thighs slightly and he could see the hard form of her penis under the skirt. She laughed proudly when he did so.

When they got up to leave she laughed brightly and said in her low voice, "Don't worry, my beautiful boy. I'm soft now...at least enough to be covered by my skirt. Unless you touch me. Then all bets are off!"

- - - - - - - - - - 

He had bent to kiss her nipples as he found her smooth, fat penis and balls. When he gently closed his right hand around her lovely organ and moved it lightly up and down her shaft she gasped with pleasure and closed her eyes.

For the next half hour he leaned on his left arm, kissed her lips and nipples and toyed with her hardened penis. Her skin was so soft, especially around her organs. He wondered what she would look like if she removed the hair from around her cock and her balls.

For a man who owned a lovely specimen of a cock, he acted as if hers was the first he had ever seen. He encircled her shaft softly and moved his hand up and down, touching her hot spot ever so lightly. Then he let his fingers dance over its crown until he saw a bubble of clear, sticky fluid appear in its mouth.

"You are so gentle with me, Mark. I treasure that. You have no idea how much I long for you, beautiful man."

With that, she rose, stood beside the bed and urged him to kneel before her on the thick carpet. He had never done this before, yet he felt no hesitation whatever.

When he looked up at her, she was staring at him with love and desire written on her face. Her cock, now rod-like and hot, angled upward in her excitement. He took it gently, slowly, placed its head upon his tongue and closed his lips over the gorgeous organ. Slowly he filled his mouth with saliva, bathing her with warmth; then he very deliberately began to move it into and out of his mouth, keeping her moist.

She tasted delicious. Her flavor hinted of cocoanut and something he could not identify. Finally, when she cried out with pleasure, he carefully took her entire cock into his mouth until he felt her fatness at the back of his throat. Madison threw back her head in ecstasy, holding his head in position with her fingers.

Then he began to move. With no experience himself in doing this, he honestly did not know if he would be able to bring her to climax with oral intercourse. In fact, that is a difficult thing to accomplish on a male without some hand manipulation. But it happened then.

"Oh! Mark! Oh, lover...you have done it to me. I am going to lose myself. This is perfect...it is beautiful...nnnaaahhhh! Do you want to....?

Since he was unable to answer with his mouth full, he grasped her buttocks and held her in position. He continued to move his head outward, then inward upon her rod, slowly, keeping her wet and at intervals removing it in order to lick it with his tongue. 

Then he felt her pulsations. She laughed with joy as she lost control and turned herself over to him to perform with his mouth.

She hardened once more, then he felt the jets of cream upon his tongue and filling the back of his throat. He swallowed quickly and was surprised at how strong her cum was. She continued, crying out and moaning his name. Jets of sticky fluid shot into his mouth as he moved his head toward her, then away from her in his steady rhythm of oral intercourse.

Mark would never have guessed in his wildest imagination that he would ever have been attracted to someone such as she or making love under these circumstances. He had never done this before. Yet Madison had made it sweet and pleasurable. She had an aura about her that he found irresistible. And devouring her cock, fondling her balls, gently drawing his finger over her pretty anus was more arousing than he could ever have imagined.

Now he yearned for her to do the same. He hadn't long to wait.

- - - - - - - - - - 

Mark checked the time and saw that it was 11:00 o'clock. The sun was hot, his body shone with sweat and lotion and his cum. Slowly he touched his softened and heavy staff. The sensation was wonderful. It's crown was sensitive, the blood vessels surrounding it stood out in lovely bluish-green relief under its tan, and his pubic fur stood up over his abdomen in a dark spray of glistening hair.

He fingered his navel pendant, noting he would have to wash it, for a spurt of cum covered its pearls. Thoughts of exposure on the beach came to his mind and he felt himself harden once more. His hair always flowed about his face and shoulders in the sea breezes, its incredible bulk arousing his desires. He enjoyed wearing it pinned in front of his ears, for then its thick body fell over his entire back as if it were a gorgeous cloak. He would never cut it.

He feathered his nipples, further stoking his sexual heat. He stood up, folded a large towel and placed it on the lounge where his hips would rest on it. Then he lay down on his stomach, his back and ass exposed to the sun. Mark had avoided tan lines by raising his hips with the towel and by spreading his thighs. His anal cleft was evenly tanned deep into its crack. He felt hot and sexy and wished he were in public view.

The bulk of his long hair concealed his entire back, so he gathered it behind his neck and swept it over the side of the couch, allowing his back to tan. How he longed for Madison.

- - - - - - - - - - 

"What do you want me to do, "Pretty girl?" He asked softly.

"Lay down, Mark. I want to taste you, and then I want to possess you."

Her mouth was hungry and he saw her flick her tongue out quickly. Her heavy breasts trembled, fat nipples pointed aggressively at him.

He lay down on the bed and she overcame him, sucking his nipples, toying with her tongue, working her way down his body. She swept her tongue about his navel and tugged lightly on the pearl pendant. Then he closed his eyes as she blew softly at his pubic bush, stirring his hair. He felt her take his penis in her mouth and start her affections. It was wet and her saliva ran down its shaft into his curls.

She began her swallow which took half an hour. Mark had never felt anything like this although he and girl friends had enjoyed oral sex. This was different. Hotter. More exciting. Every nerve tingled with electricity. Mark struggled in his thoughts to frame a description of what this was like. He was completely given over to this beautiful creature who seemed to intimately understand his desires 

Allie rested above him with his penis swollen and touching the back of her throat. Both of them were lightheaded with sexual arousal. And then she did something else.

First she removed her mouth from him. Gently she raised his legs, urging him until the soles of his feet faced upward and were almost even with his shoulders. He was spread wide and he felt her thighs against his bottom, her fat cock nestled in his anal cleft. As he watched Madison retrieved a tube of warm gel from the bed beside her, squeezed a blob into her right palm and then covered her penis with the slick substance. 

"Let me into you, beautiful man. I will be very, very slow and gentle." 

Then she nosed her cock into his anus, very tenderly pressing in, withdrawing, and pressing in once more.

"Relax, Darling. Allow your lovely round hole to open to me. Have you ever done this before, Mark?"

He shook his head silently.

"Then I want to be careful, loving and very slow. I believe you will be more than aroused by what I am going to do."

Tenderly, patiently Madison pressed farther into his now opened anus, using short strokes and even adding to the gel already coating her swollen organ. 

"Mark, I want you to relax even more to me. Think about how you are opening yourself to your lover, for I am introducing you to an erotic and intimate joy that you and I will share again and again. Concentrate on my size, how gentle I am with you, the fact that I am entering your body with myself and will leave part of me within you."

Finally, she was in. With careful short strokes in and out she filled his anus and he no longer had to concentrate on expanding his dark brown muscle. Then she began intercourse proper.

Always before Mark in his mind had thought that this would be unpleasant and uncomfortable. It was anything but that. He experienced a sensation of extreme fullness, but it was surprisingly erotic and he noticed that his own cock had hardened with the sensations of her filling him. Madison was definitely longer than nine inches, he decided as she made one final soft thrust, bringing her hips tightly against his buttocks. 

She was home. The lovely shemale closed her eyes in delight. Then she began very slowly to withdraw and re-enter. He was smooth and sticky, his passageway soft and tight for her great organ, but Madison knew that it was tender and thin-walled. She took as much care for him as she wanted for herself. 

As she pressed and withdrew from his anus his penis hardened once more and he experienced an arousal that surprised him. As she moved in and out, he felt the exquisite electric tickle of an orgasm building within. A sensation of rich, creamy sensuality and sexual longing filled him. Madison brushed her breasts over his chest while entering him.

"Lover, hold your gorgeous rod and caress it. See how beautifully it lies on your tummy? I think you'll cum if you're gentle with it. The way I am with you."

Her eyes sparkled as she slowly stroked him. She had entered him bare and he wanted it that way. He felt every tiny ridge on her cock, every tensing of her muscle, every pulsation of her heart as her blood-gorged beauty filled him. Her thighs touched his ass repeatedly as she went full depth into him.

She jiggled seductively and then he felt it. He was going to come. She knew it by the expression in his eyes and she maintained her gentle, steady stroke. His fingers brushed his golden spot, feathered his crown and then pressed in upon his underside.

As his lover filled his anal canal, he came. It burst from his penis in a succession of sticky ropes. The cum spurted from its hole and shot up his body toward his chest as he caressed himself, covering his abdomen with a slick cream. Madison ceased her movements long enough to slide her finger beneath a string of cum, lift it slowly and take it to her mouth. Then she resumed her thrusts.




My Beautiful Surprise



He was so full, so consumed with this ecstasy, that Madison's orgasm surprised him. Suddenly she gasped, then she pumped more rapidly, carefully, gripping his thighs, as her climax overcame her. Mark felt her eruption within himself. Her thrusts became even smoother as her cum filled his canal, covering her great cock and working its way out of his rectum. Now her movements were so smooth that he barely felt her passage though he was completely aware of her bulk.

"Look at you, Mark. Your beautiful hair surrounds you like a dark blanket. Your eyes are fixed on me. You recall the taste of my cream and how large I was in your mouth. And now I am swelling within you. See how completely smooth I am as I glide into and out of you...you've never known this, darling man.

"You are trapped between ecstasy and the fact that I am beautiful to you, yet I am a male. You treasure my breasts...see how they sway and bounce?...yet you are possessed by my cock within you. Feel my hips against your ass, Lover? I am so deep inside you. I am naked, bare, and I am pouring my cream into you. We are one."

She moved deliberately through his anus and into his canal, back-and-forth, back-and-forth, her cock glistening wetly with cum. Mark could easily sense her increased size from what she was when she entered him. She was enormous. The combination of having to relax his muscles coupled with the parallel effect of her penis prompting his erection and orgasm was more pleasurable than he would ever have supposed. She had stopped with her hips tightly against his ass, buried deeply within him. He could feel her muscles contract and seemed to feel her swollen head.

Allie placed her hand beneath his bottom and felt the sheets.

"This is quite messy," she giggled. "I shot a lot of cream into you, Darling. I hope you like it."

"I never dreamed it would be so intimate and smooth, Allie. And you are just huge. I'm not sure I'll ever be normal back there."

"Oh, yes you will, lover," she replied lightheartedly. "You'll enter me, too. By the way, you may find it somewhat easier since I enjoy wearing an insert from time-to-time."

"What do you mean?" he asked with a puzzled expression.

"Dear Mark, I enjoy having myself filled; it arouses me just as it did you when I filled you. And so when I know I'll be standing for a while, or at the beach, or at parties I insert one of my jeweled plugs and wear it. It's called a rosebud. You'd be surprised at the times I can be nude down there and get away with it! Annnd...I like to show off, too. And who knows...I just might introduce you to the pleasures of wearing one, also." She gave him a loving and quite lascivious look.

Mark felt himself warmed as through his mind raced the image of his lover naked, her cock rod-stiff in front of her, casually standing in the presence of others. He wanted to see her wearing an anal insert in public, too. This sounded just too erotic to be true. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

He still had 45 minutes before he had to leave for the airport. He drifted into a shallow and relaxed rest in the warm sunlight.

"Hello, Darling. Ah, I see you've been preparing for me!

Mark awoke with a start. At the foot of the lounge stood Madison, her face lit by that wide smile.

"No, no, don't get up," she directed as he swung his legs off the couch. I'll come to you, Baby."

Matching his surprise at seeing the shemale he was supposed to pick up at the airport was his amazement and arousal at the way in which she was dressed. Madison tied her hair in a pony tail. She wore a red 'frontal blouse' or covering that she tied around her neck and waist, leaving her back bare and her breasts half-visible in front of her arms. She had poured herself into what had to be the tightest, lowest riding pair of white denims he had ever seen. Short, black stack-heeled boots completed her outfit. 

"Like it?" She turned slowly before sitting beside him on the couch.

The denims were cut so low that had she possessed any fur above that encircling her cock, it would have curled over the hip band of the jeans. In back the top curves of her butt and her anal cleft were visible; she obviously wore nothing beneath the denims. In front, her cock and balls were perfectly outlined down her left leg. Everyone who looked at her could tell what she was.

If he had not already come a short time before, Mark would have lost himself right there.

"Yes, I wore this all the way home." She laughed brightly at his obvious arousal. "And yes, I think I created a sensation in the airport. Yes, I got hit on three times. And no, my precious Mark, I belong only to you, so all of my other panting admirers I turned away."

With that remark, she laughed heartily.

"Oh, how I missed you, Honey."

She sat beside him, then kissed him, first flicking her tongue across his lips, then poking it aggressively into his mouth and following it with a bath of her saliva. He responded instantly, hungrily while his hands found her breasts beneath the light top. They were warm and heavy and, dear heavens, there was so much of them!

His penis stood hard and upright. She grasped it with her right hand and gently stroked it. Then Madison bent and kissed each of his nipples. 

As he ran his hands over her hips and back he marveled once more at the velvety smoothness of her flesh. He luxuriated in the sensations racing through his body as the thought of the remarkable creature who loved him, desired him. Lovlier than most women he had ever met. Sensuous as she revealed herself in public, lusty as she gave herself to him, loyal in her love for him. At last he surrendered to the fact he'd held off for far too long: he was in love with Madison and wanted her in his life. Period

Madison giggled at the sight of his stiff cock.

"Oh! My! Did I do that?" she asked with mock puzzlement.

"Do what?" he responded.

"Make my boy so stiff. After seeing you I think I should at least take off something, don't you think?"

The blonde shemale beside him reached behind her neck and untied the upper pair of strings supporting her front-piece. It dropped to her waist, baring her breasts. Pointed nipples announced her arousal. The boobs jiggled deliciously, softly rubbing against each other as she undid the bottom strings of her body cover and tossed it aside. When she bent over Mark they hung like fruit from a branch, swaying gently.

"I want you, Lover," she whispered, shifting his feet off the chaise lounge and sinking to her knees at its end. He knew what she desired and rose to go get it from their bedroom. When he returned with the gel she was on hands and knees at the end of the lounge, thighs parted and her pretty brownish anus in full view. Her cock and balls hung furry and swollen between them.

Mark applied the lubricant to his now rod-stiff penis, touched a small amount to her anus, and nosed himself into her. Slowly she spread to accept him, the circular muscle gripping his manhood as he entered. He heard her moan.

A near-ejaculation from excitement rattled him, but he fought off the exquisite twists and contractions starting to roll through his loins. As he thrust his ball sac bounced against his penis, then his legs. His black bush contrasted with her honey-colored ass.

Now he was deep though not at full length, and Madison groaned with pleasure. He was about to come and felt his willingness to battle it fading rapidly. Mark grasped her hips, then moved his right hand beneath her body to locate her cock. It was hard and hot. He touched it, then bent to look as it bounced with his thrusting.

Mark and Madison did not use coverings with each other. The nakedness of their cocks bespoke an intimacy that they were determined to retain. He stared at his thick penis as he slowly withdrew it. It was shiny with lubricant, sticky and beautiful. He pressed home once more and cried out.

Madison sighed as she held her own penis, manipulating the fat staff and urging on her climax. As Mark's cum filled her and his passage in and out became a smooth gliding motion, she felt herself roll over the crest. She spurted a rope of cum onto the padding of the lounge, then another. As her lover continued his soft but steady movements in and out of her, she rapidly manipulated herself. Smaller blobs of viscous ivory-colored liquid fell to the couch.

Mark made two final thrusts, having lost himself completely. Just before his second thrust, Madison experienced one more large jet of cream, and she groaned.

"Ahhh, Mark, O Mark...O lover of mine...you beautiful, precious man!"

He allowed her several moments to collect herself, then he asked her to move and let him lie on his back. Once in position, Madison moved over him and, now dripping with the cream he had spurted into her, sat down upon his upright cock. He slid back into her with no effort. She smiled at him, then closed her eyes and let her head fall backward as she fondled her left breast. 

Mark stared down his flat body at her still-firm penis, lightly bouncing upon his abdomen. A small string of cum hung from its mouth, sufficient to moisten his skin but too thick to fall away from its hole. He sensed his renewed hardening within her cavity and she glanced down at him with surprise.

"Are you still hard for me, Mark? I can feel you getting stiffer."

"Yes, Madison." He laughed.

"Be still inside of me, Lover. Just let me be on you and feel you inside me."

She moved her upper body ever so slowly, forward and backward, then from side-to-side, never disturbing his full insertion but causing her breasts to quiver and nudge each other. So heavy, soft, silky to his touch, her cleavage simply marvelous. Her voice, soft and sexy, her laughter bright and clear, her thoughts precious and intriguing. 

"I am in love with you, Mark," she whispered ever so softly.

"And I with you, Madison. And I with you. I'm so thankful you're home."

Copyright © 2007 Jonathan Stone.