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She Left

By: Scorpio44a



[The people in this story have somehow solved the problems others see about unprotected sex (they don't have and won't get STD's or AIDS) They also have decided that certain other beliefs of "normal" society don't work well for them. There are sexual acts like coitus, oral and manual genital manipulation, hickies, more than two people sharing sexual activities, and watching. Oh, and incest too. You are invited to vote and comment on the story. Typically less than 5% of readers vote and less than 10% of those who vote leave a comment. Be unique, do both!]

She left. She left her job, her home, her friends, her church, her credit cards, her car and she left me.

That last one is the one that was toughest to take. I was stunned. Let me back up just a little. Sandi and I had been together since our freshman year at UCLA. She and I met at a track meet. We were watching. When it was over we bought food and sat on the grass for a picnic with a hundred other people and somehow she sat by me.

We hit it off and before we graduated we were man and wife. We were married in a small ceremony at a park with some friends. Everything was great, I thought. She didn't want kids and I wasn't all that big on them either. We worked hard, played hard and loved a lot.

Our careers allowed us to live at the beach, enjoy lots of activities and great vacations. We had friends. We enjoyed every moment we were together.

Twice a year I flew back to Boston for a week of meetings at the company head office. The last one was six months ago. Sandi took me to LAX and kissed me good-bye at the curb. It was a good enough kiss a passer by said, "Get a room!" We laughed and she drove off.

Whenever I went to Boston, I called home every night. On the last trip we had phone sex the first night I was gone. The second night I called at a little after eight her time. No answer. I thought of five good reasons she might not be there. At nine-thirty I called again. No answer. Then it hit me, no answer and no answering machine! I set my alarm and at two in the morning, L.A. time I called again. No answer.

At nine that morning I called her work. Her assistant Karen answered. "Karen, this is Nick. Where is Sandi?"

The pause was full of everything except information. 

"Karen?"

"You don't know?"

"No. Where is she?"

"Her last day was last Friday. She's gone. Took her last check with her. I don't know where she is."

I called friends and the pastor of our church. No one knew or no one was talking. I left the meeting two days early and flew home. When I got home her car was parked behind mine. The house looked fine, except all the little things that were hers were gone. The bathroom was almost empty. No blow dryer, curling iron, lipsticks, perfume, pink razors. Her closet was empty and clean. Her chest of drawers, empty and fresh paper on the bottoms of the drawers.

In the kitchen I opened the fridge and saw an envelope with my name typed on it.

I opened it and read her note. "I left you. It is cruel to do this but it's done. I needed you and I used you. I am sorry. We were not legally married. The guy who performed the ceremony was an acting student. You can't get a divorce and you don't need one. I will never be back in L.A. For your own sake don't contact me. Thank you for the best years. I will cherish them. It was good and now it's over. Sandi"

I sat on the floor of the kitchen and did nothing for hours. Some time during those hours I did manage to close the fridge. Over the next few days I discovered she had prepared to leave and then, just left. Her car was in my name and she left it. She even paid the lease on our place for three months ahead.

A week later I was back at work. A week after that I went to church and the pastor asked about Sandi. I showed him the note. We talked. I was going through the motions of being alive. Her words kept ringing in my ears. "We were not legally married." Maybe according to the state of California but my head and my heart were married! I checked and she was correct, California had no record of our marriage.

Over the next few months I got into a cold routine. I became a robot. My programming got me out of bed, dressed, to work, back home, and kept me alive so the next morning I could do it again. I made it through an entire NFL season without watching a single game. I didn't walk along the beach once. I didn't take my car or hers to a car wash.

One day I noticed a moving van in front of the house next door. I briefly wondered if the people were moving in or out. I didn't see anyone and I couldn't remember what the people looked like who lived next door.

When I came home from work a few days later, I noticed Sandi's car was shining and clean. The ground around it was wet. Someone had washed her car. I had the sudden thought that Sandi was back. The door almost came off its hinges as I burst into the house. 

She wasn't there.

I sat down in the living room and cried. I hadn't cried in months. Seeing the car had brought back all the pain and missing. Eventually, I fell asleep right there in the living room.

In the morning my programming took over and I showered, dressed and headed to work. When I stepped out of the house I stopped. My car was as clean and shiny as Sandi's.

At work I forgot about the cars and focused on getting through the day. When I went back out to my car at four that afternoon I wondered about who might have washed it.

The deck behind my house is about ten feet above the beach. There were many days when we sat out on the deck naked and no one walking by saw us. Not only was the deck ten feet high but it had a three foot high wooden fence along the sides. I hadn't been out on the deck once since Sandi left.

My car stopped two feet from Sandi's and I wondered if it would even start. I walked past it and around to the back door. When I climbed the stairs I saw the deck had been swept and the chairs and chaise lounges cleaned. Then I noticed a woman on one of the chaise lounges. I cleared my throat and she sat up, covering her breasts in the process.

"You're on my deck."

"You don't act like it's your deck."

"It is attached to my house."

"Oh? Does someone live here? When I moved in next door I saw a yard with dead plants, two filthy cars, and a deck with a year's dirt on it. I assumed no one lived here."

"You're right. I quit living a long time ago. You want to use the deck? Go ahead." I opened the back door and went inside. Later, while I heated something in the microwave for dinner I noticed she was still sitting on the deck.

The next night when I came home I noticed new plants by the house next door. A few nights later I saw three pots of flowers on my deck. On Friday as I drove home from work, I realized I hadn't changed the oil in my car in a year. I stopped at the station not too far from my house and left it. I told the mechanic at the gas station I'd walk back for it in the morning.

I broke my own programming by stopping for a small pizza on the way home. I walked in the sand from the pizza place home, carrying my shoes. I slept really well that night and woke late. When I looked out the bedroom window at the beach I noticed my neighbor on the chaise lounge. She had on a g-string bikini bottom and a baseball cap. It said, "Cubs."

I couldn't stop looking at her body. The last tits I had seen were Sandi's the morning she took me to LAX. My neighbor didn't look like Sandi. Sandi had DD cup breasts with elongated areola and smallish nipples. Her breasts had always stayed white. She only went topless on the deck when she couldn't get burned. My new neighbor was brown all over. Her breasts were maybe a B cup. The areola were puffy and toped by nipples the size of blueberries. The right breast had a scar on it, out near her arm pit. The scar was round, and red like it was still healing.

I pulled myself away from the window and got dressed for my walk to the station. I figured to get some breakfast after I got my car. I opened the back door and my neighbor sat up, hands over her tits.

"I didn't think you were home! I'm sorry."

"I left my car down at the station for an oil change last night. If you'd like to go for a walk, I'll buy you breakfast after I get my car back."

"I'm not dressed."

"I'll wait. I'm not in a hurry. I'll even go back inside so you can have privacy while you go for clothes." I went inside and closed the door. I didn't look. I didn't need to.

Three minutes later she knocked on the back door and I went out. She wore white shorts and a white bikini top with a thin, flowered print blouse over the bikini top.

Half way to the station she asked, "Why did you invite me along?"

"I honestly don't know. I've been a hermit for months."

"I don't even know your name."

"Pete."

"Did you ever ask your parents why they named you Peter?"

"They didn't."

"You changed your name to Peter?"

"No. Pete. When I was in high school there were five boys in my class with the same name. My last name is Peterson so the coach started calling me Pete. I've been Pete ever since."

"Oh. That makes more sense than someone naming their son the slang term."

"I knew a guy named Richard and his family called him Dick."

"How horrible for him."

"Worse. His Dad was also called Dick. I called his house once and when a female answered, I asked to speak to Dick. She said, "Big Dick or Little Dick?" I said I didn't know either one well enough to answer the question."

She laughed and for the first time in months, so did I. 

"I'm Cass. I know, my parents loved the Mommas and the Poppas. I do too."

"Can you sing?"

"Not like her!"

We arrived at the station and the guy told me what I owed and I paid him. We got in the car and automatically I drove us to a place where Sandi and I used to eat. We walked in and I saw two people I knew. They waved and we joined them.

I made the introductions and we all ordered. Cass ordered French Toast and I ordered blueberry pancakes. After I ordered I wondered if her nipples influenced my choice of blueberries.

"You're smiling. What about?" Cass asked.

"I cannot tell you here. Ask me later, Ok?"

"Ok."

The breakfast banter was about the neighborhood, the upcoming volleyball contest and the latest word in new restaurants. I had been out of it so long Mark and Kath had decided I moved away. No mention of Sandi was made.

Cass and I left them in the restaurant and headed home. "Can I ask questions?" I asked.

"I guess so. I can always tell you it's none of your business if I don't want to answer."

"You live alone. You're beautiful. What's up with that?"

"Up until six months ago I didn't live alone. I was married. We were in love. One night we went out for dinner and a movie. When we came out of the movie I heard three shots. Two of them hit my husband. He was dead before he hit the ground."

She cried. I pulled to the curb and shut off the motor. I held her and she sobbed for a long time. I knew where the third round landed. I'd seen the scar.

She stopped crying and wiped her wet face with a tissue I gave her. "I'm sorry."

"I still cry too. I was married and I loved her too. One day she left. No warning. No legal battles. She just left. Some days I feel like someone ripped my insides out. Other days, I'm numb."

The car got us home and Cass looked at Sandi's car. "Hers?"

I nodded. "Can I buy it?"

"You don't have a car?"

"It died just before I got here. I let them bury it out in the dessert."

"Come with me, please."

We went inside and I found the keys, hanging right where Sandi put them. I handed them to Cass. "Go see if it will even start. If it starts it's yours. If it doesn't I'll call the auto club and we'll get it fixed."

She took the keys and went out to the car. It didn't want to start, but it did. I went out and told her to let it run for a while to let the battery charge. I sat in the car with her. It was hard on me. She could tell, and she wanted me to stay.

We talked about her needing a job. About how the house belonged to her uncle but his wife hated the beach so she was going to rent it from them as soon as she got a job. We talked about how nights were the worst. We spent a lot of our time together not talking at all.

After the car had run for half an hour I moved my car and she moved the Malibu to her driveway. She came back to me and started taking the house key off the keychain.

"Leave it there, please. We're neighbors. Where I grew up most of the houses didn't even have locks. You need a cup of sugar, come get it. Mi casa es su casa."

"Mi what?"

"My house is your house."

"We haven't talked price for the car."

"I want ten percent of your first twelve paychecks. Ten percent of the gross."

"I'm not going to make very much at first. You sure?"

"I'm sure. It will be happier with you driving it that it was sitting dead in my driveway reminding me she left."

"Ok. Can I make dinner for you?"

"Any evening you want. I have become a gormet of microwave cooking."

"Isn't that pronounced gourmet?"

"Only when the food is good." She smiled and said, "Come over at seven. I promise nothing will come out of the microwave."

"I would like hot food. If you don't use a microwave how can you make it hot?"

"I use magic."

"Seven. I'll be there."

"Don't get dressed up."

We went inside our respective homes and I sat down and turned on the TV. At five minutes of seven I walked out my back door and took the thirty steps to her door. It was open. The smells coming out of the door were from heaven.

"Come in. A little wine?"

"If you're having some."

"I hope you like Cajun food."

"It depends. If it's so hot it cooked itself, I won't like it. If they'd serve it in an old folks home, I won't like it. In between, I think I'll like it."

She turned from the stove with a spoon full, aimed at me. I opened and she inserted. It was perfection.

"Jambalaya. Oh, my, I like having you for a neighbor."

"I promised nothing from a microwave."

"Wow! Can I tell you something? I feel good. I haven't felt good in a long time. Thank you."

"Thank you. I felt better since we went for a walk than I've felt since..." Her voice trailed off. She served two bowls of jambalaya and we ate. We didn't run out of things to talk about. At nearly ten I realized I needed to go to work the next day. I thanked Cass for a wonderful day and evening and went home. She stood by the door as I left and I wondered if she expected or wanted a kiss.

I was headed for work a little early the next day. When I got home the car wasn't in the driveway next door. I wondered where she was.

When she came home she bounced up my back stairs and knocked. I answered and she gave me the good news. She landed a job. Office manager for a branch office of a utility company. 

I invited her to dinner to celebrate. She asked which Stoffer's meal I was making. We went to a Chinese restaurant. I had her home before ten. We parted in the driveway. No kisses.

I was asleep before ten-thirty. At about one I was awaken by the sound of gun fire. Three shots. Then the sound of a helicopter and a police car. The helicopter moved away after a couple minutes and I started to go back to sleep.

I heard the sound of a key in my back door. Then I heard the door open and then close. I waited. The sound of bare feet approached my bed and she slid under the covers with me.

"I heard shots!" She whispered. I wrapped her in my arms and said, "You're safe. Stay right here."

She was shaking and I felt drops fall from her face onto my chest. I held on.

I woke up first. The sun was up and by glancing at my clock I knew I had half an hour before my alarm would sound. Cass had turned and I was spooned against her back and butt. She was naked. My arm was over her body and she held my hand in hers.

I breathed in her smell and it stirred my libido into life. When I poked her in the butt she woke up and said, "Good Morning. Are you serious?"

"Serious? Yes. And I'm an adult man. Just because I'm hard doesn't mean you're in danger. I don't rape."

"How about pillage and plunder?"

"We can discuss those options."

"If I turn and face you, how do you feel about morning breath kisses?"

"It depends. If the kiss is a good morning kiss I like them. If it's a see you later kiss, I don't like them. If it's a promise for later and I still need to go kiss, I like that kind too."

She turned and said, "How about a I don't have to go anywhere today and I want to feel you inside me kiss?"

"Haven't had one of those in recent memory. Let's see how it goes."

She molded her body against mine and her tongue invaded my mouth. Her exploration was through. Her hands and mine explored the available skin.

She opened up for me and we joined slowly and carefully. I avoided her scared breast and slowly followed her signals on how to please her body. She cried a little. She held on tight and she wrapped her legs around me as well as her arms.

As her climax started she whispered, "Good-bye Mark." Then she surrendered and sobbed as her body shook beneath me. We stayed in bed for a long time. 

We kissed and stayed touching for a long time. Finally, she said, "Mark was my husband."

"I thought so."

"You are the first man I've been with since he..."

"I guessed. Thank you. I'm making it mean something that you feel safe enough to trust me."

"You haven't been hitting on me. You've been a friend. I could feel your pain and I could tell you felt mine."

"Remember when we went to breakfast?"

"Yes. You didn't want to tell me why you were smiling."

"I was smiling because I realized I ordered blueberry pancakes because your nipples reminded me of blueberries."

"You spied on me?"

"Guilty. When I saw you on the deck I looked. You are beautiful."

"There is an ugly scar."

"I saw it. I didn't touch it last night or this morning."

"You are considerate, too." We were quiet for a time. "Why do you think she left?"

"I don't have a clue. I have thought of many reasons but none of them make sense. There should have been a hint. Some upset, a fight an admission that she fell for someone else. I have no idea."

"Can I come back tonight?"

"Yes. When you crawled into bed with me I realized I missed sleeping with someone, someone I care about. It helps that I like you, know you a little and there seems to be something between us."

My alarm went off and our days began. She wrapped in her robe and went home. I did my ritual and went to work. When I came home she was out on the deck. The g-string was the same color as her skin. She wasn't naked, but she looked like she was. When I climbed the stairs she didn't cover herself. I sat next to her on the chaise lounge. She sat up and we kissed.

"It feels weird, kissing you with a shirt and tie on, when I'm almost naked."

"Then I should get undressed. Covering your body ought to be illegal."

"Then, may I help you get undressed?"

"Sure." We got me undressed and I sat next to her, enjoying the sunshine and the intimacy with her.

Over the next three weeks we spent lots of time sharing my deck, my bedroom and her kitchen. When she got her second pay check she brought me a check. "My first ever car payment."

"If I can be nosey, how are you doing financially?"

"It's tight. I'll make it, but it's tight."

"Does your Uncle charge you rent?"

"Yes. He gave me a good deal but it's still a lot of rent."

"Consider this, you could rent the house out and charge your Uncle to manage the place."

"If I rent the house where will I live?"

"How about here with me?"

"You mean live with you, like we were married?"

"Yes. Sandi and I lived together and we acted like we were married, and we weren't. Now you and I can live like that, and both know we aren't married, we just like being together."


She Left Me Alone for the Weekend



On occasion my wife will leave town for the weekend. She'll go away with her best friend and shop, visit friends, go to Chip 'N' Dale's or what ever it is women do when the get together and gout of town. I always get excited when she leaves. No, I'm not cheating on her, or a closet homosexual. My fantasy is a bit more exotic then that. The minute I hear her car pull out in goes my favorite porn DVD: Big Titts and Bigger Dicks. Yes, I love transsexuals.

I live in a small town were everyone already knows to much of my dirty laundry so to let this one get out would be career and social suicide. Well that and the gay community is very small and I really doubt there is more then one transsexual in this city.

That doesn't work to well because I'm extremely picky. Well maybe not extremely, her breasts don't have to be huge. A handful will do. Her cock doesn't have to be massive 5 inches is ok. But she can't look mannish. That's were I'm picky. She can't look like a guy with breasts. Her arms can't be bigger then mine. She has to be very feminine.

After watching movies form my secret stash for a few hours my balls were heavy and churning so I decided it was time to retire to the bedroom. My wife has a very thick eight-inch dildo in the toy box. I decided that it should satisfy my hungry ass quite well. I got a picture in my head a hot large breasted eight in Asian girl. And I started sucking on her cock like a porn star. Bobbing up and down on the dildo getting it good and slobbery. My balls were starting to ache so I tied on my rubber cock rings. One ring went around my cock and balls and the other nice and tight around my cock. I lied on my back and slapped a big dollop of lube on my rectum. 

I started inching in the huge cock. Picturing that gorgeous Asian girl and her tits swinging above me as she worked her cock into my ass. It took some work but I finally took it all thick eight. It was bliss. Complete ecstasy. I didn't even touch my cock for at least twenty minutes, that fat cock gliding in and out of my hungry ass. Stretching me filling me to new limits. My cock raged turning purple, as veins were so large they looked like they were ready to burst.

Bondage is another of my fetishes well that didn't have much to do with what I did next as much as wanting that big Asian cock in my ass deeper and deeper. I grabbed the belt to my bathrobe hanging near by. I tied one end to my ankle ran it behind my head and tied it to my other ankle. This held my legs way up tin the air and allowed my to ride that dildo even deeper. Every movement that big plastic head was rubbing my prostate. I sunk it in deep. As deep as I could take it and I held it there. I squeezed all around that huge cock. I could barely keep form cumming. Precum was oozing form my cock like a leaky faucet.

With one hand I held that cock. This mind-blowing tranny girl in my mind. Fucking away at my ass. With the other I started working over my cock. It didn't take long before my balls were tight and heavy with cum. The thing about the way my legs were in the air it tilted my head. My cock was no more then four inches from my face.

I worked over my cock jerking in rhythm with the dildo I was riding. Picturing these huge Asian tits in my face. I accidentally bumped the base of the dildo. I didn't know it but I vibrated. That was it, I exploded. Thick streams of thick hot cum spit from my cock. And it exploded al over my face and in to my moaning mouth. I collapsed the dildo slipped out of me with a "pop". My body was tingly I had never had an orgasm like that before. I lay there for a few minutes before I had the strength to bend my legs enough to untie them. I went to bed just like that, cum all over my face. I felt so sexy and sluty at the same time.

I had the balls to tell my wife about my fantasy. She actually like the idea and said she might think about a threesome but, I couldn't have my own girlfriend if I want going to share. I'll keep you posted on that situation.



She Left



"Is that it? A good financial arrangement and a friendship?"

"No, but I hesitate to say what else is there from my side. Maybe it's too soon."

"Pete, I think I love you. Mark is still fresh enough that I'm not sure, but I love being with you. I love how I feel when I think about you. I think living with you would be a pleasure."

"Talk to your Uncle and then we can rent out the house.  With it right next door we can make sure we have good neighbors and your Uncle won't need to worry."

She went home and less than an hour later she walked through the back door with an armload of clothes. "Where do I put these?"

I showed her to the empty closet. We went back and forth for over an hour, transferring things from one house to mine. When we were done we dressed and went out to dinner. During dinner she asked, "What do I need to know, to live with you?"

"I'm a pervert. I love it when you're naked. I want to see your nipples poking through your clothes. I hate panty lines. I hate nylons hanging in the bathroom. I don't like pantyhose. My memory isn't perfect. If you want me to do something, don't assume that I heard and remember from being asked the first time. I love football, but I'm not a fanatic. I like doing research before I buy something and then buying it. I don't like shopping."

"Can I buy you clothes?"

"Yes. I'd like that. Please don't buy me pink shirts or ties. If you want me to wear boxers instead of briefs, I'm Ok with that."

"Are there things you want me to wear?"

"I like thigh high stockings, suspender stockings, lace, lots of skirts, dresses and shorts. Oh, I don't much like red."

"Ok with you that I am tanned all over?"

"Yes!"

"What are we doing about birth control?"

"I was cut two years ago. I'm not making any babies."

"Do you like oral sex?"

"Yes, both giving and receiving."

"Anal?"

She hesitated. "I've done it twice and both time it hurt. I'm not saying never, but I'm saying not soon."

"The division of labor?"

"You mean who does what?"

"Yes. I think you may have the impression I don't do anything. The deck was a mess, both cars filthy, the plants were all dead. That was me, the hermit. I'm back. I'll take care of the cars and the yard and I welcome your participation."

"I'll take care of the housework with your participation. I won't pick up your dirty clothes."

"Ok." 

On our next day off we contacted a rental agency and put the house on the rental market. Four days later we rented the house to three sisters. They were telling us they were sisters. The energy and signals I got were lesbian, not biological sisters. When they drove off Cass said, "They are sisters who have known each other for about five years."

"Ok by me."

I noticed the eight people who helped them move in were all women.

On the following Saturday morning Cass and I were out on our deck sweeping and watering plants when I noticed one of our neighbors looking out the window, watching us. I waved and motioned her to come over.

I told Cass and she asked if she should cover up. She was only wearing a g-string. I said, "No."

The woman climbed our stairs and said, "I'm sorry I invaded your privacy."

"Do you ladies like sunning?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Then, feel free to join us here on the deck. When I built it I made sure it was private. People can walk by and never know anyone is on the deck unless we stand next to the wall."

Her eyes had stayed on Cass. "You know about us, don't you?"

"I think so. You three are sisters from three different mothers and three different fathers." Cass said.

"That's Ok?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Some people think we are going to hell?"

"Are you taking the house with you?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "No. Should we?"

"We'd prefer you didn't."

"Can we buy some chairs and chaise lounges for the deck?" There were two chaise lounges and two chairs.

"No. Let us get that. I've wanted a table and a couple chairs anyway. We'll get three chaises too."

"I want to help pay for them. Please let us."

"Ok. We'll get it and you can pitch in what you feel is Ok." I said.

"Pete, can we get dressed and go now? Then our new friends can come over later today."

"Ok. By the way, I'm Pete and this is Cass."

"I'm Helen. My sisters are Janice and Alex."

"Well, make yourselves at home. We'll be back later."

We went inside, dressed and drove to Lowe's. We bought a patio set and three chaise lounges. I also bought a bar-b-que grill. They promised it would be delivered before four that afternoon.

When we got home we found three naked women on our deck. Two on the chaise lounges and one in a chair. I let them know they might want something nearby they could throw on then the delivery came. Cass and I went inside and left our clothes inside. We brought wraps outside with us.

The contrast was striking. Helen was about forty, dark brown hair, about five six or seven and tanned all over. She was shaved and had a tattoo just above her ass of a design. Some of the designs I'd seen were very feminine and some almost warrior. Her's was somewhere in between. Her breasts were big, heavy and both nipples were pierced with dumbbells. The round silver balls either side of her nipples were the same size as her nipples.

Janice was petite. Perhaps five foot one, maybe a hundred pounds. She was slathered in sun screen and was very pale. Her navel was pierced and had a two inch long diamond studded pendant hanging from it. She too was shaved and a matching diamond pendant hung from the hood of her clitoris. Her breasts were small, in proportion to her frame, maybe a large "A" cup. She could not hold a pencil.

Alex was a little younger than Janice or Helen. She was about five foot ten, very short black hair and a little heavier than I liked. She had a tattoo of a dragon on her inner thigh that looked like it was ready to bite her bare pussy. She had another tattoo around her bicep of barbed wire and roses.

Cass was five seven, a hundred and twenty-five pounds, tanned all over, at least a B-cup chest and a small landing strip just above her slit. She had a small untanned triangle at her pussy. She had told me she liked to see how pale she would be if she stayed out of the sun.

I heard our doorbell ring and all of us covered up. I went through the house and showed the delivery guys around to the back. They set everything up according to Cass's instructions and then they left. Our neighbors had disappeared while I was inside. When the delivery guys were gone they came back. They brought iced tea, a huge salad and plates. We had a great lunch and before lunch was over all of us had shucked our clothes.

Alex asked, "Pete, can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure."

"You're out here with four naked women and you aren't hard. I don't get it."

"My parents started taking me to nudist beaches and resorts when I was about four. Naked, I enjoy. Put on a lacy bra, hose, heels or something my brain says is sexy and I'll be hard in seconds."

"I'll leave that to Helen, Janice or Cass. I don't own any of those things."

"A leather corset? Thigh high boots?"

"Now we're talking!" Alex said. I noticed Janice blushed.

All afternoon I noticed Janice kept looking over at my penis. When Alex took the salad bowl and plates back to their house I asked, "Janice, does my penis make you uncomfortable?"

"No. Yes. I've never been this close to one."

Helen said, "Everyone should experience one... at least once."

Cass said, "Never seen one? Never touched one?"

Janice shook her head. Alex came back and sat next to Janice. She held Janice's hand and looked at Cass and me.

"I'm the dominant one in our relationship. I have been her Dom since we were in high school. Cass, how would you feel about Janice sucking Pete's cock?"

"When you asked, my insides tightened up. And, I noticed my juices started flowing."

"Pete, would you let Janice suck you off?"

"If you suck me first. Suck me until I'm hard then let Janice finish me. Then share the cum I give her."

Alex dropped to her knees beside my chaise lounge and swallowed my cock. I said, "Janice, come close and watch. She knows what she's doing." 

Janice dropped beside Alex and watched. When I was about half hard I told Alex, "Show her what a good job you're doing."

She pulled my cock all the way out of her mouth and held it by the base. Janice's eyes got big. Alex dove onto it again and swallowed me to the base.  When I was hard Alex pulled back and said, "Sweetheart, suck him. Tell yourself it is the second best taste and feeling ever."

Cass and Helen came closer and watched as Janice took the head in her mouth.

"Suck as hard as you want. It won't hurt me. Lick the underside. Get as much of me in your mouth as will fit."

Cass coached her as well. Then I saw Cass move behind Janice and I knew the instant Cass pushed her fingers inside Janice. I looked down at Janice's head bobbing up and down on my cock and when I looked up Alex was behind Cass, Helen was behind Alex. 

My balls tightened and I said, "I'm close. Don't spill my seed. Hold it in your mouth and give a little to everyone."

Cass worked Janice's pussy hard. I felt my load shoot into her mouth. I stood and she kept almost all of it in her mouth. I helped her turn and Cass licked the cum from her cheeks and chin. Alex kissed Janice and Helen moved in for her share. 

I moved behind Janice and when Helen released the kiss I turned her and kissed her. My tongue went into her mouth and my hands went to her pussy. I found Alex's fingers already there. She made room for me, but she didn't leave. It didn't take long before Janice screamed into my mouth and started to collapse.

Alex held her and cuddled her for a couple of minutes. I sat with Cass and Helen.

"Cass, you Ok?"

"No! I've very turned on."

"If you lie back I'd be happy to eat you and drink all your juices."

"And, if he gets tired, I'd like a turn." Helen said.

"Pete, I've never been eaten by a woman. May I?"

"Yes. Can I attend to Helen's pussy while she attends to you?"

"Oh God! Would you?" Helen asked.

"May I also pinch your nipples?"

"I may scream!" 

"Please don't. I don't want to draw a crowd. There are hundreds of people out there on the beach."

She buried her face into Cass and I licked her slit. I reached forward after a few minutes of focused attention on her pussy and grabbed her tits. I didn't pinch the nipples but held the entire breast, squeezing, tighter and tighter.

When I felt the first hard spasm in her vagina I shifted my hands to her nipples and pinched. Her back arched and she screamed... into Cass's wet opening. I doubted if the people on the beach heard her. Cass moaned louder than Helen screamed.

Alex and Janice were still cuddled together and watching us.

We rested for a while and then cleaned up the deck. Hosing it off seemed like a good idea. As the sun started down Helen reminded her sisters they had tickets to the theatre. I got kissed by all three and so did Cass.

When they were gone Cass sat next to me on the deck and said, "California is very different. That never would have happened in Nebraska."

"Are we Ok?"

"Yes! I think we are. That wasn't about "I love you", it was about being open and sharing. I didn't feel like us and them."

"Just us." She nodded.

We made dinner as it got dark and we took a long walk on the beach. When I first moved into the house we had measured the walks. From the house to the pier and back was just over three miles. The last mile we were walking in the dark.

We held hands. Our other hands held our shoes. Then, so we could walk in the water a little, we carried our pants. A few more steps and we were carrying all our clothes. It was dark. We were pretty sure we weren't visible from the houses or the road. 

We showered and went to bed. Cass molded herself to me and said, "I have been living inside the question and I don't have anything like an answer."

"What question?"

"Why did Sandi go?"

"Cause, if you knew, you'd know if you would be going too?"

"Maybe."

Sunday morning came and we walked to a place to have a good healthy breakfast. A kid was selling the L.A. Times and we bought one. Under the fold was a picture and a headline. "Missing Radical Turns Self In." The picture was Sandi!

I sat at the table and read. I didn't know her! She wasn't Sandi. She was eight years older than me. She had killed three people and blown up a courthouse in Vermont. One paragraph stuck out.

"I won't talk about the years I hid. No one helped me. I became a liar, a cheat and I learned about who I could have been. One man taught me about love, kindness and I can only pray he forgives me."

Cass read it too. Mark came into the restaurant and had the paper in his hand. He walked to us and said, "You didn't know?"

"I'm having trouble believing it now."

"Me too." He wandered away. I looked at Cass.

She took my hand and said, "I think we need to go home."

We walked on the beach. She held my hand. When we got home we sat on the deck and were quiet. Some time later that day I noticed Helen, Alex and Janice had joined us. 

Dinner was made, shared and eaten. When it was late I was taken inside and put to bed. Cass slept beside me. In the morning I went into robot mode and went to work. Most of the people I worked with didn't know Sandi, so there were no comments. No questions.

A little after four, I parked in the driveway and walked around back to the door. All four women were waiting inside. They were all dressed. Cass kissed me. I aimed at the empty chair and didn't make it. Alex got in my way.

"I'd like to start over, if that's Ok with you."

"I need a beer."

Janice got me a beer, opened it and slipped it into my hand. I took a hit. "Ok."

"My name is Alexi Topalskowvitch. I am an agent of the FBI. I have been on a case for six years."

I looked in her eyes and said, "Sandi?" She nodded.

I slumped into the chair. 

"She did a good job of hiding. But, no matter. She walked into FBI Hq. and turned herself in. Now, I'm to tie up some loose ends. You are one of those loose ends."

"Ask."

"Tell me the story, please."

I told it all. I left out the vivid descriptions of our sex life but I'm pretty sure the four women filled in those blanks as I spoke the rest. Cass added her story to the narrative and we were done. Alex said, "Good. I can document that you were not a part of what she did and not a part in hiding her."

"Do you know why she left?" I asked.

"Yes. She somehow figured out I was getting close to her and she didn't want all the publicity and crap to land on you. She ran to establish another path for us to trace rather than lead us to you. She couldn't tell you what was happening because that would make you an accessory. She cleaned up before she left. I hate to admit this but we had our lab run this place, for evidence. Not a hair, fiber or print of hers. She tried to shield you."

"What happens to her now?" Cass asked.

"I can only guess, but my guess is that the three deaths make it life in prison. Maybe parole in ten or fifteen, I really don't know. The seventies were a different era. I don't know."

"The media will find me, won't they?"

"Probably. I can try to protect you but once I file my report I'm no longer in charge of who reads it, or shares it."

"Could it help her if I share how she spent the years with me?"

"I can't say. She worked hard to isolate you from all of what she saw coming."

"I need some time to process all of this. Thank you Alex for being a friend as well as an agent."

"It won't be in my report but who you are shows up loud and clear in how you treated us. You're one of the good guys." Hugs were shared and the sisters left Cass and I alone. Cass sat with me and stayed quiet. When it was so dark in the kitchen I couldn't see across the room Cass turned on a light in the hallway.

She waited. I sat in the kitchen holding a half empty beer in my hand until it was warm. She gently took the bottle and emptied it into the sink. I came back.

"Cass, I need you."

She sat the bottle on the counter and came to me. She sat in my lap and put her arms around my shoulders, her head rested against mine.

"I want to help Sandi. I want to allow her last gift to me and stay hidden. I don't want you to go. I love you."

"I love you all the more because you feel all that. I'm not leaving. If you decide we will do something to help her, I'm in. Whatever is right, I'm in."

"Can you get Alex to come back over?"

"Now?"

"If she will."

Cass went next door and Alex came back with her.

"I need to talk to Sandi. I'd prefer face-to-face but phone is probably safer. Can you arrange it?"

"I thought you might want that. It's set for Saturday morning at six. Your phone will ring."

"Thanks."

"I hope it helps."

"Me too."

When she left I took Cass in my arms and we went to the bedroom. She got me undressed, showered and into bed. At six the next morning I was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the phone. The instant it began to ring I picked it up and said, "Sandi?"

"Hi. I'm so sorry."

"Stop. I understand why you did what you did. I want answers to two questions. The first question is, is there anything I can do that might help you in court?"

"No. I've spoken to the lawyers and the court isn't interested in what I did while I hid unless I broke more laws. You'd be a character witness and they already know I have no character. I appreciate you being willing to even ask. The years I had with you are the best years of my life. I'm so sorry I brought so much pain into your life. You don't deserve it."

""You're telling me stay out of it?"

"Yes. Even if they find you, stay out of it. The me they are interested in you never knew. The name in the newspapers isn't the name of the woman you loved."

"Love."

"Loved. You need to move on. I'm not coming back. I know about Cass and knowing she's there for you makes me happy. Love her. Kiss her and walk on the beach with her. Marry her for real. Have babies."

"Ok."

"You said there were two questions. You only asked one."

"Did you use me and never love me or did you love me and use me?"

"I loved you and that ended up making it easy to use you. I tried not to love you. I'd never known love before you came into my life. I will love you all my life. I have to go. My time for this call is up. Please don't call or come to court. It would kill me to see you that close and know I'll never be with you again."

"Ok. I..." The phone clicked and she was gone.

I felt a hand on my back. A warm hand. I turned and Cass was crying. I moved back into the bed and held her.

She whispered, "You are so lucky. You got to say good-bye. There are so many things I wanted to tell Mark and suddenly he was gone."

"How many relatives do you have?"

"My Uncle and Aunt here in California. I have a few cousins in Iowa and Nebraska. Why?"

"Would you rather invite them here for a wedding or that we go to Omaha?"

"A wedding?"

"I want to announce to the world that I intend to love you for the rest of our lives."

"You didn't ask me if I'd marry you."

"Cass, If you want, I'll get on my knees. I'm asking, Will you be my wife?"

"Yes! We don't need to go to Nebraska. I'm not close to my cousins. We can invite my Uncle and Aunt. They live in Anaheim, near Disneyland."

"Where do you want to get married?"

"Outdoors. Near the ocean. My Aunt might not like it but I could get married on the deck right outside the back door."

"How about on the deck of a cruise ship on it's way back from Mexico?"

"On the deck? Out in the sun shine, the wind and with sea gulls flying around?"

"Yes!"

"I love it!"

"Got someone you want to have as your maid of honor or shall we just book the cruise and recruit witnesses?"




She Left



"I know who we want to go with us. Hand me the phone, please." I did. She dialed a number and said, "I need all three of you in our bedroom as quickly as you can get here." She hung up.

We heard footsteps on the stairs outside, the back door open, close and footsteps up to and through the door into our bedroom. Cass and I were still naked and in bed. 

Alex looked at us and said, "I was worried. The phone call was less than an hour ago. Everything looks Ok. What's up?"

Cass asked, "Would the three of you stand up for us when we get married?"

The three looked at each other and then all said, "Yes!" together.

"Wait!" I said, "We want to get married on a cruise ship coming back from Mexico. Standing on the top deck in the sun shine. Are you willing to go with us?"

"Yes! We can dip Janice in sun screen and she'll be fine." Alex said.

Janice asked, "Why us? You barely know us."

"Because you are friends who know the whole story and accept us as we are. We don't need to be careful about what we say or who we are. Not only that but we like sharing with you."

"In that case, on behalf of all of us, I accept." Helen said.

"When?" Alex asked.

"I'll look on line and see when the next cruise is. I know it leaves from L.A. and comes back three days later." I said.

Alex smiled and said, "Allow me. I have a little pull. I'll be back as soon as I know anything." She went home and half an hour later she came back. When she came back she found Helen, Cass, Janice and me still in bed with our bodies busy giving and receiving pleasure.

She stripped off and joined us. Between kisses and fondling she gave us the news. We would board the ship on Friday and be back Monday afternoon. We had two cabins, adjoining. The wedding was scheduled for Sunday while we were at sea and the top deck had been reserved for the ceremony. The top deck had an area usually reserved for adult only use, where women could go top free. That was where the ceremony would take place.

By lunch time we all had tasted our friendship and deepened our connections. I held Cass and Alex close to me and I asked, "And, how much shall I make the check for?"

"Our wedding present requires no check." Alex said. "It is our pleasure."

Janice and Helen went to the kitchen and made lunch. When it was ready they served it on the deck.

We talked about our unusual friendship and the freedom we had with each other. Helen finally came clean about herself. She was Janice's Mom. She told us the whole story of how Janice and Alex came to be and how Helen needed to assure herself that Janice was Ok. Alex had included her in a weekend of Dom-sub play and Helen discovered she was a switch, with strong sub tendencies. They had been a threesome ever since.

The ladies did some shopping after work during the week. Cass packed for herself and for me. I borrowed a mini-van from work to get us to the dock and bring us home. On Friday we loaded into the van and were off on our adventure.

When we did the paperwork on the dock before boarding I got a feeling we didn't have regular cabins. We got VIP treatment. I thought we would have to muscle our bags aboard. They were delivered to our staterooms. We went aboard and were asked to wait before going to our staterooms. We sat by the pool and were served snacks and drinks.

A steward came and led us to our staterooms. We were quite high on the ship and when the door opened I saw that the room was a suite. A bedroom, a living room and a large balcony with sliding glass doors. The sisters were right next door. I asked the steward if it was possible to have the partition between the two balconies removed. Before we sailed at five pm, it was gone.

We attended an orientation where they told us all about the floating hotel resort we were on. Room service for food, no charge. Four different dances at night. Two shows each night. A casino. Two pools, hot tubs. Fancy dining each night with wonderful menus.

We stood on our balcony and watched as the ship left Los Angeles. We could feel the breeze, see the clouds and the sea gulls and the other ships at the docks. Room service brought us drinks and snacks and Alex opened the door for them wearing just panties. The server was not scandalized.

We went to dinner at eight. Five of us seated at a table for eight. The other three were two women and a man, traveling together. They introduced themselves as husband, wife and wife's sister. We smiled. Cass introduced the five of us and their eyebrows went up. Sisters? They didn't buy it.

After dinner we toured the entertainment and stood by the railing at the aft portion of the ship. We wandered around and then went back to our suites. We stepped inside and clothes came off.

I opened the sliding glass doors and the sea air filled the suite. We stood at the railing and watched the ocean going by and the stars above. We heard noises from the sister's room and knew they were enjoying the cruise. We went to bed and made noises of our own.

We visited the sunning deck on Saturday. Janice didn't stay long. Alex, Cass and Helen stayed two hours. We invited most of the people we met on the sunning deck to come to the wedding dressed in sun screen or baby oil, their choice. At dinner we were all dressed up; six women in dresses and two men in suits. Midway through the dinner Cass said, "I'll bet the men are the only ones at the table wearing underwear."

The two women with the other man started laughing. He said, "Why are you laughing?"

"Because she's right! Neither of us has anything on that you can't see. No panties and no bras."

Alex said, "I'm naked under my dress and so is Janice."

Helen nodded and said, "I'm naked too. But I have an excuse. When we packed I only brought one bra!"

"You still lose the bet." I said.

"No. None of us have underwear on!" Cass said.

"But you said he and I did. I don't!" I looked at the other man at the table and said, "You're the only one with underwear, if your wearing."

"I am. It's hard for me to believe you're bare under. Men just don't do that."

I stood and unzipped. "You can reach in yourself or have someone you trust verify that what I say is the truth."

Before he could speak the closer of his two women reached in and held my cock. She left her hand inside my slacks and said, "I can verify that I found only skin and hair inside, no underwear."

Cass said, "Any further verification must be done with your mouth... and not here. If you are enjoying what you have in your hand you can follow us back to our cabin."

"Wait!" The man said, "Aren't you getting married tomorrow?"

"Yes. Tonight is the bachelor's party. There will be strippers and a little wine and a lot of sex." Helen said.

"And you just invited her (he pointed at his woman) to participate?"

"She has a grip on my cock. The interest in sex is beyond theoretical." I said.

"Do I get an invitation as well?" He asked.

"Are you willing to come clean about your relationship to these women?" Alex asked.

"They are sisters! I'm married to Julie and her sister Janet lives with us."

"You have sex with both of them and they have sex with each other." Helen added.

Janet squeezed my cock and said, "And the three of you are not sisters."

"Ok. Now that we know the truth, shall we go to the party?" Cass asked.

Janet let go of me and zipped my slacks for me. Cass held my hand on one side and Janet on the other as we walked out of the huge dining room. Alex held the hand of the man and Julie held his other hand. Janice followed all of us.

At our door Cass said, "When I open the door please go inside and take everything off. There are empty hangers in the closet for your dresses and suits. No touching or kissing until you are naked."

"Wait!" I said. "Just how far does this bachelor party go?"

"Honey, I talked to Julie earlier today. He has only fucked the two of them for the last three years. We're safe. As far as I am concerned this is a party! Eat as much pussy as you want, fuck whoever says yes, suck whichever cock you want."

She opened the door and we went in. In less than five minutes all the dresses were hung up, our suits were hung in the closet and I was standing on the balcony kissing Cass while Janet sucked on my cock and fingered Cass' pussy. 

I stopped Janet before I came. I wanted inside more than her mouth. Cass bent at the waist and I entered her from behind. Janet got on the deck under Cass and sucked on her tits.

Alex was on her back on the bed and Bob, (Janet told me his name) was holding her ankles as he pistoned into her pussy. Janice held her pussy over Alex's mouth. Helen stood by the bed and held Janice's tits while she kissed Bob's face.

When I felt myself getting close I pulled out of Cass and said, "I'd like to watch the two of you eat each other."

We went inside the other cabin and they got on the bed. I opened the connecting door. I got Janice by the hand and helped her out of the tangle of arms and mouths she was in. Alex looked up at me and spoke to Janice, "Janice, I want you to fuck Pete. Open up and let him fill you, Honey. When he fills you, run to me and I'll suck it out of you."

"Yes, Mistress."

I put her on the bed beside Cass and Janet. She held herself open for me and I slowly filled her. I had not noticed but Helen, her mother, had followed us into the cabin and watched as I became the first man inside her daughter. They had played long enough and hard enough that there was no hymen to rip. She was wet and so very tight. She looked up at my face and said, "I'm glad she gave me to you. Fill me!"

Cass came, screaming and thrashing about on the bed. A minute later Janet came on and in the mouth of Cass. Janice was getting close as well. Helen moved close. I saw her.

"Helen, as soon as she comes and I do, lie on the floor. You get the first taste!"

That did it for Janice. Her pussy tightened and began milking my cock. My nuts had pulled up so high I was choking and they sent their load into Janice. I filled her up. Her legs were up by her chest. She moaned and quivered. She shook and gasped for breath.

When I stopped unloading into her I pulled out and Alex ran into the room. "Lie next to Helen!" I said. She did. I picked tiny Janice up with an arm behind her back and an arm holding her legs to her chest. I held her open pussy over her mother's open mouth and the first gob of our combined juices fell from her to her mother. I moved and held her over Alex and the next gob fell into her mouth. Then I lowered her to Alex's mouth and Alex licked and sucked her for a long time. I helped her get her legs down and support herself. Helen joined Alex in sucking, licking and getting Janice to three more orgasms.

That was the first two hours of a long bachelor's party. When we stood on the sunning deck for the wedding each of the women wore a bikini bottom. Bob and I wore trunks because the crew demanded it of all of us. In the picture of the wedding party (those of us who had been in the party the night before) I counted eighteen hickies. Over sixty people attended the wedding. Most of them were women. The after the wedding party was much calmer.

The wedding picture hangs on the wall of our living room. It's been up there for five years. Two months after the cruise Alex, Helen and Janice were reassigned and left our neighborhood. On the date that Mark died and the date Sandi left we do something special. I still love Sandi. She still loves Mark. We still love each other. Next week we're going on vacation to visit Alex, Helen, Janice and their son. His name is Mark. They call him Pete.



She Let Herself Go



Note* This is my first submission. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please respond and let me know what you think.

She dropped her bags at the front door and sighed with exhaustion. "What a day! A bubble bath and a glass of Chablis won't fix the world, but it will sure as hell make me feel better." 

Karen had been running errands and taking care of everyone else all day. As usual, she put everyone ahead of herself. "Not tonight", she thought. "Tonight is all about me. I need a little TLC and some pampering." She had spent the last few nights with a girlfriend that was going through a painful break-up, and now Karen needed some "me" time.

As she ran the water for her bath, she slowly undressed. Stretching her muscles out from the long drive home, she looked at herself in the mirror with a critical eye. "Not bad", she thought. "I just needed a little sprucing up" she thought laughing to herself. She was comfortable in her own skin and truly enjoyed her body. Her sudden divorce from a cheating husband a year ago had been her wake-up call. She now took better care of herself and was in better shape than she had been since college.

She strolled naked to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Bringing the bottle back with her, she lowered herself into the water and let out a blissful sigh. "Now this feels like heaven" she thought. The kids were at their father's for the weekend, the chores were done, hell even the dog was still staying with friends due to her trip out of town. After a few small sips of wine, she carefully surveyed her body and decided on a course of action. 

"First" she thought, "I'm gonna scrub everything until it's pink and glows. I want skin that feels great to be in. Then, I'm gonna shave. No wait, I'm gonna shave everything" she laughed. It had been a long time since she had felt this sexy and she wanted a change to reflect her feeling. She remembered in college shaving her pussy and loved the way it heightened every sensation. She could just imagine the way it would feel against a silk thong. 

As she began to wash herself, Karen felt a familiar stirring in her core. She had been living without a partner for over a year, and while masturbating brought temporary relief, nothing could replace the feeling of a man in her bed. Karen caressed her breasts as she watched the way the bubbles clung to her skin. She used both hands to rub the thick soap into her belly and down her legs. Raising up onto her knees, she massaged the soap into her lower cheeks and finally ventured down to her pussy. Rubbing the outer area first, then sinking her finger through her lips, she realized that an orgasm was slowly building and that she was eagerly anticipating it.

Laying back in the tub, Karen proceeded to enjoy the feel of her fingers in her pussy and with the other hand she absently pulled at one of her nipples. She envisioned a hard cock in front of her and sighed, wishing it was true. What she would give to just feel one in her hand, feel it rub across her stomach, feel the head brush the tip of her tongue. At that thought she was ready for the final rush to her coming.

Unfortunately at that exact time the phone began to ring. Karen thought about ignoring it, but the mood was broken and her orgasm now seemed far away. She moaned in defeat and rose from the tub, quickly walking to the living room to retrieve the phone and leaving bubbles on the carpet in her wake.

"Hello?" 

"Hey woman, what's going on? It was her friends that were keeping her dog for the weekend. " Do you have plans for tonight?" they asked.

"Nope, no plans" she said as she climbed back into the tub.

"We are going out to the club tonight and will be coming right past your house. What us to drop off the dog? they asked.

"Sure, it will save me a trip" she replied. 

Karen said her good-byes and relaxed back into her tub. After another glass of wine she finished with scrubbing and shaving. She emerged from the tub glowing and relaxed. After applying some scented body lotion and brushing out her long brown hair, Karen finally retreated to the bedroom to dress. With no plans for the evening she put on a pair of jeans and red sweater. She touched up her make-up and chose a favorite perfume to wear. The combination of favorite clothes, favorite perfume, along with the recent bath, had Karen in a very sensual mood. Even the feel of her panties and bra took on a very erotic flavor today.

"Boy, do I ever need a man" she thought, laughing to herself.

A little while later, her friends arrive with her dog plus a surprise. There was a man with them. They explained that this was their neighbor David and he was joining them for the evening. They often went out together and had been friends for years. The introductions were made, and Karen caught herself thinking that he was very attractive and likeable.

"Hey, why don't you go with us?" said her friends. "You could use a night out with some fun. The kids are gone and we won't take no for an answer."

After some playful bickering, Karen agreed to go, but insisted on driving her own car. She figured she could have a drink and maybe dance a little, then head for home. She didn't want to spent the evening fending off drunks and watching couples necking.


The evening progressed much better than Karen expected and David was a charming and witty addition to the group. They laughed and joked all night, with a little harmless flirting thrown in for good measure. Karen kept thinking that it would be nice to be with a guy like David. He seemed different from her ex and all the guys she had dated before. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something special about him. Respectable, honorable, scrupulous, charming, loveable; all these words seemed to fit with him. After many years dating "bad boys" he was a fresh change.

David was not all sweetness and propriety. He was flirting for all he was worth and trying his best to impress. He had already made several comments about how she filled out her jeans and had even snuck a few quick kisses by the time everyone was ready to leave. As they walked through the parking lot to their cars, neither Karen or David wanted the night to end. They had enjoyed each others company and both were responding to the sexual tension that flowed around them.

David opened Karen's car door for her and stood next to her car trying to think of the right thing to say, while their friends waited in their car. Karen looked in his eyes and knew at that moment that she did not want to let him go just yet. Not knowing what else to say, Karen blurted out the first thing that came to her.

"Would you like to go back to my house for a little while? I can take you home later."

Shooting a grin to his friends, he agreed and jumped into the passenger seat next to Karen. The drive back to her house was short, but seemed to take forever. They made uncomfortable small talk in the car, both sensing what was about to happen. Reaching the house they kissed in the driveway for a few minutes as if to reinforce the reason they were both there. 

"Come on in" Karen said, "I'll fix up a quick bite and another drink." She puttered around quickly in the kitchen running on nervous energy and sexual frustration. David seemed to notice and asked her to sit down next to him. He didn't need anything else to drink or eat, he needed to be close to her. She sat next to him on the sofa and he leaned over to kiss her. This was no ordinary kiss. This started slowly, with lips barely meeting. Karen sank forward into his arms as the kiss began to deepen. David opened his mouth to let his toungue explore hers and she readily accepted it. He placed one hand on her cheek as he kissed her and Karen could feel his passion through the heat in his body. Karen wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder and she let herself go. She only wanted to experience this now, not think too much and worry about what he might think, or the consequences afterward.

After several passionate kisses, David pulled Karen into his lap and stroked her back over her sweater. "I really love this sweater, but I would like to see what it is hiding", said David. Looking in David's eyes, Karen could see that this request was a sincere request to be closer to her and not just some horny ploy to grope her. 

Karen took a deep breath and pulled her sweater over her head. She was glad she had put on her prettiest bra and panties, because she was definitely wanting this to go all the way with this man. David resumed stroking her back and kissed her deeply again. As if by magic her bra began to slide down her body. She gasped lightly and looked up at David who was wearing a half-grin.

"I always was good at taking these off" he laughed. Karen giggled with him and was secretly glad her bra was off. No awkward fumbling, just sensual foreplay.

David's hand brushed her sides with the lighest of touches, feeling like feathers on Karen's skin. He slowly circled around to her stomach and with a touch that caused tingles throught her body, he cupped both her breasts. Karen's body issued a silent plea for David to caress her nipples, and David responded like a lover of many years. 

"It's as if he knows what I want without asking" Karen thought. "Please Lord, let the entire night go just like this. I've never had a man that had a clue about how to please a woman. Maybe, just maybe..."

David's lips had left hers and were now traveling across her neck and towards her ear. He brushed his lips across the sensitive skin as she pressed her lips to his shoulder. She moaned into his soft auburn hair as he simultaneously sucked her ear lobe into his hot mouth as his fingers surrounded her nipples. With the lightest of squeezes, he sent shockwaves from her now erect nipples to her long neglected clit. Yes! Karen was delighted that he had discovered the way to fuel her desire. The nerves in her aching nipples seemed to be directly connected to her clit, causing it to engorge and reveal itself. Karen squirmed slightly in David's lap, rubbing her clit against the soft silk of her panties. 

David groaned inwardly as he felt her body moving across his growing cock. He shifted to relieve some of the tension in his jeans and she ran her hands under his shirt to feel the soft hair on his chest.

"I really love this shirt, but I would like to see what it is hiding", she said teasing him. David laughed at hearing his own words aimed back at him and reached for the buttons. Karen moved his hands away and began to unbutton the shirt herself. With each inch revealed, she could feel the tension rise and couldn't resist stoping half-way to kiss his chest and rub her cheek through the soft hair. "This is what I miss, the manly-ness of it all, the essence of a male" she thought. She continued with the buttons until her mission was accomplished and his shirt was thrown aside with her sweater. She pressed her body to his and soaked in the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. As she grasped his arms and brushed her nipples across his chest, his hands journeyed down her back until they rested on her ass. 

He sighed as he finally reached a part of her that had tempted him all night. Her perfect heart-shaped ass was the stuff his dreams were made of and his hands felt as though they were made to cup each beautiful round globe. Wanting to be even nearer, he slid his hands upwards and tested the skin at the top of her jeans. He could easily push his fingers downward to feel the satin soft skin hiding underneath. He pushed further and felt the ridges along her tailbone and that heavenly divide that shaped her ass so well. He rubbed his fingers lightly back and forth across this newly discovered area and was rewarded with soft panting and a low breathy moan from Karen.

Karen raised her head from the tender flesh of his neck and looked at this man that was exciting her in a way that she had always dreamed about. His eyes showed a need that both of them felt. Karen kissed him quickly and raised herself from his lap. As she stood in front of him, his eyes questioned her before understanding that her need was as great as his. She grasped his hand, and tugged gently encouraging him to follow her. She walked slowly down the hall to her bedroom, her calm exterior not reflecting her pounding heart or moist pussy. She could feel the wetness in her panties and amazed that he could cause her juices to flow with some kisses and petting.

Once in the bedroom, Karen's boldness increased. She stood before him and slowly undid the snap and zipper of her jeans. With a wink and a slight shimmy of her hips, the jeans decended down her hips to become a puddle on the floor. She knelt and untied her shoes, suddenly remembering that she would never get her jeans off until she removed them. Once they were untied, she looked up and realized that she was staring at David's cock. Her mouth watered and her pussy twitched at the thought of it's closeness. She stood and kicked out of her shoes and discarded jeans. Taking two small steps, she approached David and reached for his belt buckle. He dropped his head and kissed her as his hands joined hers to free his straining member. Once opened, his jeans dropped easily to the floor and Karen dropped also. She untied his shoes as she had done her own, and watched as he slipped out of them. Looking up again, she was closer yet to the object of her desire. With only his boxers between them, she could smell the essence of his sex. 

"God, I love the smell of men" she thought to herself. "I love the aftershave, the sweat from good clean fun, the aroma of a cock with pre-cum leaking from it.

Karen pulled him to the bed and motioned for him to lay with her. They laid on their sides, facing each other and trading kisses to various parts of each other. David began moving downward and licked and nipped his way to her breasts. Flattening his tongue he traced a line around the outside perimeter of each breast. She resisted the urge to grab his face and shove her nipple into his mouth even though every fiber in her body was screaming for it. With the greatest restraint, she placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed gently. 

Satisfied that each breast had been covered, David descended upon her nipples, gently brushing his closed lips across each one. He felt her body stiffen at the touch and delighted in her reaction. Parting his lips, he drew one nipple into the warmth of his mouth as he rolled Karen to her back. As his lips held the outer part of her nipple captive, his tongue caressed the tip. A free hand descended upon her other breast and that nipple was tugged gently. Karen pushed her hips upward to meet his and was rewarded with a weighty pressure upon her aching pussy. Her hands reached for the elastic of his boxers and gently tugged as if to ask if he was ready to proceed to the next level. She anticipated the quick shedding of remaining barrier and was surprised when David began to move even lower, stoking her flesh with his cheek.As he reached her hips, he grasped her panties on each side and slowly pulled them down her legs. After he slid them over her feet and dropped them to the floor along with his own, David began kissing her feet and calves. He stroked her thighs and licked the insides of her knees. Karen now realized his intent and felt the liquid rush from her pussy and slick-coat her outer lips. David inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his body and felt his cock twitch. A drop of pre-cum formed at the head of his dick, but his mind was only on Karen's body. Her shaved mound was fulfilling his fantasies and he couldn't wait to be closer to it. As he reached the crevice where thigh meets hips, he gently licked and sucked at the softest of skin. Karen let out a small growl from the back of her throat that signaled the eagerness that she felt.

David was battling his own eagerness. He desperately wanted to taste this woman, but also wanted to know every inch of her. He gave in to his desire and placed his tongue upon her pussy. Slowly he pushed his tongue downward and inward until he was sinking through her lips to the warm softness of her pussy. Karen responding by lifting her body upward in an attempt to get closer to the source of her pleasure. He took the opportunity to slide his hands under her ass and gently hold it there as he continued to slowly lick at her pussy. Karen could feel her first orgasm growing and coming closer and closer. She wimpered each time he paused and moaned in encouragment each time he touched a sensitive area. 

"Please" she thought, "don't stop now, I'm so close and this feels so incredible." She tilted her hips downward to put her clit within range of his glorious tongue and he began to gently caress it with the lightest of strokes. Karen moaned again and pushed her pussy gently closer to his face. The muscles in her legs began to tighten as her body stiffened in preparation for her orgasm. As she reached the brink, David sucked her clit unto his mouth and held it there with a side-to-side motion of his lips. Karen exploded, coming as only a woman denied for a long time can. Wave after wave of tension rolled through her body and the heat she felt in her pussy seemed to increase a thousand-fold. She rode her orgasm holding David's head gently and running her fingers through his hair. 

"You're especially beautiful when you come" David said, looking very pleased with himself. She tugged at his shoulders beckoning him to join her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Karen longed to tell him how wonderful that felt but couldn't form the words, so in reply she descended down his body to show him. As she reached his crotch she felt the heat from him surround her. She grazed her fingertips across his stomach then down each thigh. Then lightly running her fingernails up his thighs, she saw him shiver in anticipation. Karen dropped her head and placed a kiss just below his navel. As she did she felt his cock twitch and gently bump her throat. she grinned at the thought of pleasing him and placed kisses and small licks just to the left and right of his cock. David's dick was now standing fully erect and hard as it had ever been. He couldn't remember a more erotic time in his life. As he was silently praising his good fortune, he felt Karen's lips softly land on the head of his cock. He drew in a quick breath and realized that nothing had ever felt this good. 

Karen juted her tongue out and ran it across the top of his cock. She caught the first drops of pre-cum and enjoyed the taste of him on her lips. Slowly she ran her tongue down each side of his dick, wetting it completely. Then she brushed her lips across his balls and listen to him groan. She lightly licked all around each and gently tugged at the fleshy sac, catching between her lips. Karen needed to feel his cock in her mouth so she abandoned his balls for another time and placed herself over his dick. She slowly parted her lips as she glaced up to David's face. He returned her look with a lustful gaze that made her even more hungry for him. She licked the head of his cock one last time before slowly taking him completely into her mouth. His hardness felt like heaven against her throat and she pulled up and licked the head again. Three more times, slowly and deliberately she sucked him into her. 

Karen knew that he wouldn't last long if she continued. She saw that his balls had drawn up tight against his body, ready to shoot the semen through his cock and into her mouth. She withdrew his dick from her mouth and crawled cat-like back to him. David's kiss was rough and expressed his need. She pulled him tight against her body as though she could mesh his soul to hers and responded with the same rough need.

"I want to feel you inside me", she said. 




She Let Herself Go



 Their First Tastes 

The gallery's clock skipped over another minute and Alissa Clayborn tried not let the pain in her gut consume her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and picked up her purse. Her fingers dipped inside and she dug out her cell phone. Chewing on her lip, she dialed his number. Her fingers hovered over the call button. 

"You'll look desperate," a voice whispered behind her. 

She closed her eyes and felt her stomach lurch. Alissa turned around and stood up. Her lips trembled as she reached out and touched his face. "Quint?" 

"Hey." Quinton Maloy pulled her cell phone from her hand and turned it off. "I'm sorry I'm late. There were problems at work and then the car decided it didn't want to cooperate. I apologize."

Alissa swallowed the lump in her throat. "It's okay." Her hand began to fall from his face, but was quickly captured in his grasp. She watched him lick the pulse that beat under her fragile skin. 

"Good," he told her. "Are you ready to go? Or is there more of the River Gallery you would like to see?" He walked around the small bench that separated them and placed her palm in his. He squeezed her hand, still not quite believing she was here. 

"No, there is no more I wish to see." 

"Good."

He led her outside. The time now approaching 4:30 and the Gallery and was about to close. He'd arrived in a cab and it sat idling in a parking spot in front of the Museum. "Walk or ride?" he asked her. 

"You decide. You know where we are going." 

He paid the driver, thanking him for his time and then he aimed them to the North and began their walk toward the small coffee shop at the corner. "What did they say?" he asked her. 

Alissa took a deep breath. "They told me I was stupid. You were too young for me. I was taking a risk meeting you . . . " 

"Aren't you?"

"Aren't I what? Taking a risk? Or too old for you?" she asked. 

They continued walking as he answered her question. "Both." 

"I thought I was too old for you, until I realized that with you I felt young. Am I taking a risk? Yes, but after living my life the way I was expected to, I think it is time I took some risks," she told him. 

Quint agreed and opened the door to the Independence Coffee Company and followed her in, before letting the shop door close quietly behind them. He pointed out a table for them, placed his hand on the small of her back and together they wove their way between tables and customers. 

They sat down. Quinton's hand still held hers and he refused to let her go. If he did, he was sure she'd disappear. He stared at her, watched her blush and then shook his head in awe. "You're amazing." 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head in disagreement. "You're a goof." 

"Alissa, why did you finally leave?" he asked. 

She took a calming breath and stared at him. "I couldn't continue living the way I was. I couldn't hide the fact that when I had to go weeks without hearing your voice I would fall into this pit of depression that only your voice would pull me out of. I told myself that I had to come. The 'what ifs' piled up and I couldn't push them away any more."

"What ifs?" 

"You know. What if you died? What if I died? What if you just disappeared and found someone else, when I was the one you were supposed to be with? What if . . . " 

"I'm glad they piled up," he told her. 

Their coffee came and they sipped at it until it cooled. In that time they both spoke of how they had first met. Each one remembered how they pursued the other through Instant Messages and hours of conversations. The first night they spoke on the phone, he'd made her body hum in pleasure for more than six hours. They had taken breaks, allowing her time to rest and enjoying discussions about things they had in common. During that time, they both agreed it was a friendship and nothing more.

"When did you know?" he asked her. 

"Know?" 

"When did you know you loved me?" 

"When you said my name." 

"Huh? I don't understand," he told her. 

She finished her coffee and placed her hands in her lap. "Whenever we 'played' on the phone, you called me your pet, or your slut. I enjoyed that. I still do, and I hope we will enjoy that this Summer, but when you said my name. When you called me Alissa during one of our slow, love making sessions and not my nickname Allie, I knew I was in love with you. I cried that night." 

"I know. I remember." 

Her lips rose in a smile. He took her chin in his fingers and leaned over the table. His lips touched hers and she sighed against them. Quint took a sample. "We should go," he whispered against her mouth. 

"Yes, we should." 

They got up and left the coffee house. He again kept her hand in his and they headed down the block this time rounding a corner and arriving at a park. "You'll love this place," he told her. 

"When did you know?" she asked. 

"When I had to go home for Christmas and I had no access to you. No online service and no phone calls. I thought about you every day. I could hear your voice. Your giggle. I could hear you breathing in my ear. I knew I was lost. I couldn't wait to get back to school, so I could get online and write you. I couldn't wait to call you on the phone and talk to you again. I knew then I was in trouble." 

"Now?" 

"Alissa, having you here with me for the next two months is going to be a mixture of Heaven and Hell. Heaven because you and I will be able to do wonderful things together. We'll be able to have our time. Hell because I know you'll leave . . . you are leaving, aren't you, Alissa?" 

She took a deep breath and spied a bench. They sat down and she turned to him. "Quinton. I can't stay. I was only able to come here for the summer because I made arrangements for the kids to stay with their dad. This is the first time I'm putting myself first in over fifteen years. I still feel guilty." 

"Why?" he asked. 

"Because I'm not there. I mean that I've always been there. I've been there for every game, every performance and every tear."

"What about him."

"He's not been; that is the only reason my guilt isn't consuming me to the point of going home right now to check on them." 

Quinton touched her cheek. "I'd leave if I could. I'd relocate if I could. I've got this semester and I'm done and then I've got a job lined up with a Studio here." 

"I know. I never asked you to move. You're not going to make it in acting by performing at The Embassy in my little town." 

His fingers pushed through her hair and he pulled her closer to him. "Let's stop this. We both have jobs and responsibilities, but right now, for the next eight weeks, we have each other." 

They kissed. Their lips pressed together and their tongues slowly slid back and forth. They angled their heads and dove deeper. Her fingers clutched his shirt and his knotted in her hair. She could feel her skin flame up and her stomach knot. He felt his veins flow hot through his skin and his body tingle in anticipation. Their kiss ended and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Let's go back to my place. My roommates are gone for the Summer, so the place is mine. You didn't get a hotel did you?" 

She smiled softly. "No. I knew I wouldn't need one." 

A satisfied smirk rose up from his lips and he chuckled. "Good thing." 

They sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the setting sun. He called the local cab company and within fifteen minutes the driver he'd dismissed earlier was back and they were snuggled together in the rear seat of the taxi. Alissa giggled. 

"What?" Quinton asked her. 

"I was just thinking of all those conversations we had about 'playing' in public and in cars. Look at us, now. We're such chickens." 

He laughed. "I know. We played out some wicked fantasies didn't we." 

"Yes." She turned to look at him and kissed his lips. "I want to act out some of them." 

His hand moved down her neck and over her arm. "We will." Soon the cabby arrived at Quinton's rental house and he held Alissa's hand as they walked up the steps and across the small porch. Once they reached the door, he pulled her to him. "Remember our biggest fantasy?" he asked, tucking several strands of her hair behind her ear. 

She tilted her head as she tried to recall the one they'd relived many times over the course of ten months. 

He grinned and traced her lips. "You always asked, 'What would I do if you knocked on the door and I opened it to see you standing there?' Remember?"

"Ah, yes I do. We talked about you sweeping me into your arms and making love to me. We said we'd just go at each other like animals. We also said that you'd just drag me to your bedroom, tie me down and fuck me senseless." 

Quinton chuckled. "Well . . . you didn't surprise me, but I think over the next couple months we'll do all of that." He pulled her tight and tickled the roof of her mouth with his tongue. He released her and opened the door to his home. "I'll give you the grand tour, if you like." 

"No. I just want you." 

The door closed behind her and he pressed her back against it. His mouth descended to hers and their lips once more anchored them to each other. His tongue came out in search of its dancing partner. He angled her head and pushed against her. Quinton felt her fingers slide between their bodies and up to his shoulders, then into his hair, where she twisted the short brown strands. She breathed in his scent as he did hers. His hands moved down her arms and to her waist. Pulling her shirt from her shorts, he cursed at the fabric when he realized it would not cooperate fast enough for him. 

"Alissa, this summer, promise me two things," he told her as his mouth rested near her ear. 

"Anything," she muttered. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she leaned her head to the right, offering him more of her neck.

"No shorts or pants and no button shirts." 

She giggled. He groaned and stepped back. "This is a cute shirt. How much do you like it?" 

Her face took on a confused expression. "It's nothing special just a -." 

He tore the buttons free, ripping fabric and threads. She laughed and threw her head back. He stopped and listened for a moment. She noticed and looked at him. They were similar in height. He topped her by only a couple of inches, though in age she was nine years older than he. Her eyes blinked at the look of adoration on his face and she pulled his mouth back to hers. "Will I ever get enough?" she thought to herself. 

Quinton moved palms down her ribs and felt her jerk. He locked the knowledge inside, promising to use it later. His mouth abandoned hers and captured her right ear lobe, while her nails trailed down his chest to his T-shirt. She ran her fingers up his chest and played with the sparse coating of hair that lay hidden under the cotton.

"I can't tear this off you," she whispered out in a breathy moan. 

He chuckled and stepped away once more. This time his hands pulled his shirt off over his head and he tossed it to the side. She smiled and let her fingers dance their way back up his body. He shivered at her touch and moved his hands to her bra straps. "Oh, another promise. These aren't necessary, are they?" 

She giggled. "Not all the time, but sometimes yes." 

He grinned. "Not in this house." 

"Deal," she answered. 

He eased the straps down and then spun her around to press her chest against the door. "Allie I've wanted to fuck you like this for so long." 

She looked over her shoulder. "Do it." Her eyes reinforced the words and she watched his tongue come out to moisten his lips. 

"Don't move," he ordered. 

A thrill ran through her as she watched him move away. She turned her head back to the door and listened to him strip off his clothes. Her hands went to her shorts and she released the button and zipper. A firm commanding swat on her ass, followed by a deep "I said don't move" filled her ears and sent another thrill through her. 

She placed one hand on the door, the other on the door knob and tried to calm the heat that was flowing through her system. She felt his breath against her back and the wet tip of his tongue trail down her spine. His fingers released the clasp of her bra and his hands pushed away the material. 

"Step back a bit," he whispered against her ear. She did and her bra was slid off her torso. Her breasts sway and he moved up behind her, cupped them and lifted them up. His mouth caressed her shoulders and his fingers teased her nipples.

"Alissa, you've wanted this haven't you?" he asked, grinding his naked cock against her short clad rear. 

"Yes," she answered. 

His hands squeezed and massaged the full globes and then released then to slide down her stomach. Quinton reached her waist band and wedged his fingers between the shorts and her warm skin. He pulled on the cloth and bent down at the knee as he slid them away from her flesh. He exposed her white panties and trailed his fingers up her legs as he went toward the round ass cheeks to expose those too. 

Alissa felt his tongue slid over both cheeks as he pulled the white satin down and lifted her feet from both her sandals and the clothing he'd taken his time in dragging off her. Alissa stood still. Her breasts were pushed against the door and his hands moved up her legs as did his mouth. Bites and sucks were placed upon her lightly freckled skin. She felt him nudge her legs and she spread them. "Quinton," she gasped. 

His tongue slid higher and she felt her juices slip from her sex. His breath caressed her and she trembled with need. "Please," she whispered. 

Quint thought back to all the times he heard her whisper "please" to him over the phone. He smiled. Her voice never sounded so sweet as it did now in real life. He pushed his tongue between the glistening wet lips and tasted her for the first time. The taste was intense, raw and full of life. He was lost to it and pushed his tongue in for more. 

"Oh God," she growled out and banged her fist against the door. 

Quinton eased his mouth from her sex and spoke to her, though his face never left her sex. "Alissa, I have only imagined your taste, only could imagine your scent. For ten months I've imagined drinking you. I don't think I will ever get enough." 

He opened her legs further and began licking her pussy up and down. Drinking her fluids as they emptied out for him. "More Allie. Oh God baby, give me more." 

Alissa heard his words and she melted against him. Her sex throbbed and she shivered as his breath, lips, tongue and teeth made love to her. Her hand grabbed the door knob as she turned her head back and forth against the wooden barrier. She whimpered and pleaded with him to not stop and to make her come. When he impaled her with two fingers and his tongue she shook violently and came all over his features. 

Quinton's cock jerked and his come shot from his dick. He thought nothing of it, lost in the woman whom he had hungered for. He drank her nectar and begged for more. She came again for him and Quinton was there to drink his fill, though deep inside him, he knew it would never be enough. 

Alissa's knees threatened to give way as her body released its passion. "Quint," she groaned and felt him slide free of her honey home. 

"I'm here," he told her and lifted her in his arms. "I'm here baby." 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She tasted herself for the first time from his lips. She had tried over the past several months to describe to him her taste, but it was different now that it was mingled with his tongue. It was a taste she would grow to want more of.

Quinton carried her to his bedroom. It looked just as he'd described it to her several times. A simple college senior's bedroom. A house that he shared with two other college friends and his was one of the smaller rooms. She gave it a passing glance; her eyes focused on the bed that rested against one wall. 

He lowered her to the bed and then looked at his soft, come-covered cock. "I guess I was a bit more excited than I realized." 

She smiled, but said nothing. Her eyes and her lips were his only warning to the exquisite sight that followed. 

Quinton watched her lick her way down his cock, pausing every few inches to slid the warm wet muscle to the back of his dick. Her lips pulled on the loose skin and she blew a blanket of hot breath over his softened rod. She watched it start to thicken and grow. Her eyes grew heavy with desire. 

"Alissa. I won't stay small for long, baby." 

"That's the point," 

His cock jerked, and he watched her open her lips wide and engulf his balls. "Oh God, baby." 

Her tongue constantly played with his balls, pushing them against her teeth and then along the sides of her silky cheeks. She sucked hard and then soft. Eventually she felt his fingers in her hair and she knew he was enjoying the way she washed his come from his testicle. 

She released his balls and saw how hard his cock was. She smirked and looked up at him. "It's still covered in cream," she told him. 

"Uh huh." 

She giggled at his wordless response and she grabbed his cock. Her hand started to move up and down on his member. Her tongue began to wash off the cream that had covered his pubic hairs. She nuzzled her face into his scent, bathed herself in it and then ran her tongue along the back of his hard shaft. 

"Allie . . . fuck baby," he grunted out, his fingers tangling further into her locks. 

Alissa took a deep breath; her sex was again growing hungry. Her mouth opened wide and she aimed his cock to her mouth. She covered him, taking him several inches deep and stroking his flesh with her wet tongue. 

Soon he was thrusting into her and fucking her with vigor. "Alissa. Your pussy, baby. I need it. I want to come in you now."

She released his dick and fell back on the bed. Her legs spread wide and she offered her body for his needs. 

Quinton took a deep breath, marveled at her beauty and remembered how badly he'd wanted this moment. He plunged into her and stilled while his cock welcomed every warm clench her pussy forced upon it. "Alissa," he whispered against her lips and then covered her mouth with his. 

"Quint. Don't move, not yet." 

"God baby."

"I know," she whispered. "I never thought . . . " Her words died when he captured her mouth again. 

She grabbed his hips and pushed him in deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waste and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled her lips away from his and growled into his ear, "Fuck me Quinton. Fuck me just like you said you would." 

Quinton shuddered and grabbed her arms. He held them over her head with one hand and pulled his cock from her, leaving only the head before he plunged into her again. He stared into her eyes as he took his desire out on her pussy. Her eyes glazed with fire and he knew she needed all of him. "Tell me Alissa. Tell me what you want."

"Your come. Fuck Quint. I want your come." 

He plowed faster. Over and over he assaulted her pussy. "Allie . . . oh baby. You . . . Oh fuck, my God." 

She arched her back, offering her breasts for him and he took her offering. Releasing her wrists he grabbed her right tit and lifted it up. He drew it into his mouth and began to suck hard on it. He bit on the precious pearl as he claimed her for his own. She covered him and screamed out his name as he tore into her tit. "Quint! Oh God!" She thrashed on the bed and begged for him to come for her. 

He did. His spray slammed against her fleshy sides and she felt the tears of passion slide from her eyes. How long had she begged to come with him and how many times had they come together? Now though, it was real, it was happening and she shuddered at the climatic release that poured out of her. Both lay there spent. He was on top of her. Her soft, full figure, cushioned his larger frame. His eyes were clenched tight as he filled her. His heart was open and bare. Gone were the fantasies of taking her slow and easy, the first time he saw her. They had lived the hard and fast fantasy. They had two months to live out more...




She Let Herself Go a Second Time



Quinton heard the covers rustling as he walked past his bedroom. He peeked in and saw the full-figured redhead moving around in his bed and he took a moment to gaze at her. It was a sight he never thought he'd see. For months he'd been visualizing her in his bed and now that she was there he wanted to keep her there. He moved silently into the room and picked up his digital camera. He took several shots of her sleeping, trying to capture every angle of her in his bed. These pictures would have to last him a lifetime, unless fate stepped in. They had eight weeks to love each other and then she returned to her life and he resumed his final semester of schooling. When he was satisfied, he placed the camera back on his desk and slipped out of the room. 

Quint headed back to the kitchen and readied supper. He'd always wanted to cook for her. They had used a few "foods" to play with when they had been on the phone together. He chuckled as he remembered the frozen banana ordeal and how her moans became giggles. When he'd asked her what had changed, she explained her pussy had thawed the banana and now it had become mushy. They decided cucumbers were the way to go, since she didn't have any vibes, though in time as their relationship grew, that problem went away. 

A curse reached his ears and he raised a brow, set the knife he'd been using down and turned the heat on the stove to simmer. He walked back to his bedroom and peeked in on his girl once more. She was rubbing her big toe and he assumed she'd stubbed it on the leg of his bed. He was about to walk in and offer to ease her discomfort when she turned around and stretched. Her body was still bare and her ass was wiggling in front of him. 

She ran her hands down her torso, cupping her breasts and then sighing. He watched her open his dresser drawer and pull out a shirt; she looped it over her arm before heading to the attached bathroom, the only perk to having the small bedroom while his roommates shared the larger bathroom that was connected to their rooms. Once again he was giving thanks for his two roommates and their desire to visit family over Summer Break. 

He waited until she shut the door and then Quint walked into the bedroom. He removed his clothing, slowly folding the pieces and laying them on his bed. He waited somewhat impatiently for the sound of the shower to enter his ears; when it did, he eased open the bathroom door. 

Alissa let the water flow over her. The heat helped to ease away cramped muscles. She buried her face in it until she felt the draft enter the room. A smile creased her freckled features and she turned toward the shower curtain. Running her hands over her face, she pushed her hair back and stepped free of the heaviest fall of water. "Don't flush," she warned, hoping the toilet wasn't like hers at home and she was suddenly frozen or worse burned. 

Quinton laughed and pushed the curtain away, stepped in and smirked. "Okay." 

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. His body was cool compared to her showered, wet one, and dry, at least it was for a few seconds, before she slithered all over him. "Hey there." 

"Hey, rest well?" he asked and picked up a bar of soap from the shelf behind her. 

"Yes, I did." 

He lathered up his hands and ran them over her shoulders. "I'm glad. I have supper on low, so they'll be something for you to eat when we're done." His fingers moved in circles over her flesh and down her arms. He massaged the muscles, the soap adding in his exploration of her. 

Alissa's eyes fluttered closed as the water sprayed her back and his hands played her body. He cupped her breasts and smoothed a sheen of soap over the round globes. He lathered his palms again and then lifted first her right tit, circled it with the fragrant Ivory soap he used and rubbed her nipple with the pad of his thumb. 

"Mmm . . . " she moaned and leaned into him. 

"We never did act out a shower fantasy on the phone did we?" he pointed out. 

"Nope, talked about doing it once. Taking the phone into the bathroom with me, but we never did it." 

"We should have," he whispered and kissed her lips as his hand slid down her stomach and left a trail of soapy bubbles behind. 

She kissed him back and tasted a sample of what he'd been making for supper. "Mmm . . . garlic." 

"Yes, you don't mind?" 

"No, I love garlic. Though it doesn't work on me," she answered. 

"Work?" he asked and slipped his fingers against her mound. 

"No," she whispered back. "I'll still bite your neck." She pushed her fingers into his hair and dragged her lips over his jaw and then down his neck where she proceeded to bite and suck on his flesh. 

The water slashed at Alissa's back and Quinton's face. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her drinking his salty, wet skin. He pushed his further down and spread her lips with his fingers. One dipped inside and he toyed with her fleshy lips. "Alissa," he moaned and lavished her shoulder with his tongue drinking up the now rinsed off skin. 

She released his neck and arched her back, offering her body for his exploration. She felt his fingers move deeper into her sex and she squeezed her muscles around them. "Quint, baby." 

He smiled and lifted his head. He left her pussy and traded places with her. Shielding her body over the onslaught of shower water he lifted her leg and placed her foot on the tub rim. "Grab my neck, babe." 

She did, wrapping both arms around him and holding on as they worked together to lift her up and ease her legs around his waist. He spread his legs, anchoring himself to the floor, by pressing his feet against the floor and sides of the tub. "Can you feel how hard I am? How much I want you?" he growled into her ear. 

She whimpered and slid her hand between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and she smiled at the groan that left his lips. She lifted herself up just enough to ease his shaft between her pussy lips. Quint felt her teasing him and bit his lip, from demanding she fuck him. In time, he told himself. He'd demand and make her please him later. Right now this was all new for them. They were living the dream that so many online lovers wanted to live, but couldn't. "Allie, my love." 

She pushed the tip of his head into her opening and sighed in pure bliss as she swallowed him up. "Quinton," she moaned. 

"Yes," he grunted, swallowed his words and then grabbed her ass tight. 

"Fuck baby," she hissed and squeezed his dick with her inner muscles. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she began to lift herself up and then drop herself down onto his stiff member. His fingers massaged her cheeks, squeezing and kneading them with firm gropes and teasing strokes. 

"Harder babe," he told her and proved his point by pinching her ass hard. 

She ground her pussy against him, welcoming his rod and wanting to feel him possess her. "Quint, oh God baby. You feel so good." 

He moved one hand along her ass and then into the tight crack. "May I?" 

She knew what he wanted. Another form of play they had imagined entered her mind and she shook her head yes and then whispered her agreement. 

Quinton's fingers were moist from the shower water and he pressed her tight entrance with one finger. "Tell me baby, remember we had a word we'd use in our play on the phone if what I suggested you didn't like. You use it here too okay." 

"I will." She promised him. 

They stopped fucking for a few minutes while he toyed with her asshole. He slowly eased a finger in and then out of her. "Okay?" 

"Yes," she whispered and shifted nervously on his thick member. 

Quinton groaned and then slipped his finger back in. This time he went deeper and didn't retreat. He let her settle around him before telling her whenever she was ready she could move again. 

Alissa took a deep breath and began the slow, steady rhythm of lifting and falling onto his thick member. As she did Quint eased in and out of her anus, teasing her opening and then plunging back in. He heard her moan and knew she was receiving new sensations, ones she was apparently enjoying from the sound of her moans and pleads for more. 

"Quinton," she growled and felt his cock and finger press against her. Her body responded and her arousal continued to grow. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she arched her back as she felt her climax threatening to consume her. "I'm going to come, baby. Oh God, Quint, harder please." 

He pushed his finger in deeper and played with her ass as he felt her shower his dick with her honey. The heat of her juice slithered over him, bringing his own arousal to a heady front that exploded and lathered her sex. 

Both of them clung to the other as they recaptured lost breaths that had been coming in gasps while they loved. Now they breathed in the scent of each other as well as the scent of soap. Eventually Quinton eased his lover from his dick and settled her feet onto the floor. His leg muscles were sore, but it was well worth it. He looked into her eyes and kissed her lips. "I think someone liked that a lot."

She blushed and shook her head. Her hand moved to his cock and she gripped it. "Eventually we'll work this in there." 

He growled and kissed her again. In time they washed themselves and each other, dinner was ruined and Alissa enjoyed her first night's supper in Independence, Oregon at the Rainy Day Gourmet restaurant. Thoughts of what the week and the Summer would bring to the couple played in her mind. . .To be continued. . . 



She Let Herself Go "Four" Him



Author's Note:  For those not familiar with this series I offer a brief background. Quint and Alissa met 10 months ago online. Alissa is a divorced mother of three and her children are with their father for the summer. Quint is a young man of 25 and single. They are living out fantasies they had during phone sex, web cam viewing, and cybersex. This is one of those phone fantasies, made real for Alissa and Quint. ~ Red

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Alissa lay in bed, snuggled warmly against Quint, her thoughts focused on the past two days. Her memories surfaced, recalling how she felt when she saw him for the first time in the Gallery and how his touch excited her beyond reason. They had lived out many of their phone fantasies. They had enjoyed the fast, raw passion against the door; a heat of the moment fuck. They had loved in the shower, played in a restaurant and screwed in the parking lot where a couple had watched. The latter was last night and today they were going to live out another fantasy. 

Quint had told her to call him Sir today and that meant they would be enjoying the one desire that had ignited them both so many months ago. She smiled at the thought and slipped from the bed. 

There were things she wanted to do, before the day officially began. 

She quickly dressed and slipped on a jacket over her blouse and tugged on her short skirt. She discarded the thought of wearing the panties, remembering Quint's requests from two days ago. The thought of wearing a bra was also tossed away; she pulled on a jacket, hoping it would keep her modestly covered. 

A bakery was around the corner, so she left Quint a note and headed out. Her mind took her back to the first phone call. They had talked for hours. He'd made her come several times and when the sun rose they finally said their goodbyes. Ten months later she was in his city, not regretting this step in her life. 

"Anything else?" the attendant behind the counter asked. 

Alissa shook herself out of her revelry. "Oh, no, sorry. That'll be all." She handed the girl her money, took her change and slipped it back into her wallet. The morning light hit her as soon as she walked out and she breathed in the air and welcomed the sun. Her mind traveled back to Quint and she wondered if he'd still be in bed when she returned. 

There was no warning, no sound of alarm, no click of shoes on the pavement to alert Alissa to the surprise grip on her arm that jerked her into an alley and forced her chest up against a rough brick wall. 

She started to scream, but the low growl of "shut up bitch" filled her senses. Her heart raced and her head pounded from the unexpected shock of being dragged off the sidewalk in broad daylight. Didn't anyone see her? Hadn't there been someone around? She opened her mouth to yell, not wanting to let the inevitable happen. The attacker's hand grabbed her hair and slammed her head into the wall. "You scream and I'll really make this hard on you." 

Alissa swallowed and felt a hot tear trickle down her cheek. She whimpered. One hand stayed in her hair, the other reached around and hiked up her skirt. "Oh, good girl," the whispered growl moved over her ear. The sound of "good girl" gave Alissa pause and she took a deep breath. She felt the grip on her hair tighten and the voice spoke again. 

"I bet you're a wet slut, aren't you. Walking around with no panties, just waiting to get fucked. Well, good thing I found you, ain't it." 

She felt his hand move across her ass and then down the crack, where he toyed with her anal opening. "You want it up the ass, slut?" the voice growled. He slapped one cheek and then the next. "You're such a dirty whore." 

Alissa felt the stinging slap and gasped at the outrage that poured through her, then his words of whore, brought a blush to her cheeks. Quint called her a whore whenever they had their online fantasies, he called her a slut too, but this wasn't an online fantasy, this was real life, this was happening in the back alley of some bakery. "Don't do this," she whimpered. 

"What? Don't fuck you? You don't want it. Let's see," he whispered against her ear. "Let's see what a dirty slut you really are." 

She felt his fingers move over to her pussy and slide easily inside. She whimpered. "Fucking slut, you want this don't you? You've been waiting for this one haven't you? Waiting for some guy to grab you, hike your skirt up and fuck that wet cunt." 

His breath ran over her skin and Alissa felt her body quicken in response. She chewed on her lip, trying to will herself to not react. Quint's words kept coming back to her over the phone. He asked her once about raping her. Her fingers curled into fists and she fought the mental images of their monthly phone calls. 

The man drove two fingers into her sex and began to pump in and out of her. "You're gonna come on my cock. You're gonna love being fucked, by some asshole you don't even know." 

She whimpered and felt her pussy tighten on his fingers and her ass voluntarily shove back against him. A moan escaped her as she felt his cock rub against her cheeks. 

"Yeah, baby, you feel it, don't you. Stay put," he told her and pushed her deeper against the wall. 

Alissa stood there, full of a mixture of shock, indecision, doubt, disbelief and an underlying hint of desire. She heard the scraping sound of his zipper and she jerked toward the opening of the alley. He anticipated her actions and slammed her back into the wall. "Look slut, it's going to happen. Just like you want it too. I'm gonna fuck your pussy and you'll come all over it, because you're a bitch in heat. Walking around with no panties."

"Don't, please, don't do this," Alissa cried out and she took a deep breath. Again he slammed her face into the brick wall and she felt the blood from her lips fall onto her chin. This was no fantasy world that Quint and her had created in her mind, this was the real thing and she suddenly felt her stomach curl in anticipation for what was going to happen. A new sense of urgency washed through her and she began to struggle. 

The man laughed and twisted her arm back, almost bending it at an angle that left Alissa frozen in place. Again she met the brick wall and this time her eyes began to roll back in their sockets. "Oh no, you don't, you stay awake." 

Alissa heard the voice and she swore for a moment it sounded like Quint, but she shook off the notion. Quint was back at the house, sleeping or at least showering. This wasn't a phone call fuck; this wasn't Quint. His voice poured over her though, words that Quint had used to help her reach the mind-blowing climaxes. She could almost feel him now, as if it were his voice in her ear. The voice wasn't Quint's, she told herself as her sex begin to ache from the past memories of her phone lover's words. 

She felt the warm cock slide into her pussy and she closed her eyes on the invasion. Her slippery sex was still warm from the initial thrill that the phone fantasy idea had caused, now though as her body responded to the plundering of the man's cock, her eyes shed silent tears. 

"Fuckin' cunt, your so tight. So hot. You like being raped don't you," he growled into her ear, spitting in her hair as he spoke. 

Alissa felt his fingers move from her hair to her breasts. The brick wall had been her shield, but now he wedged his hand between them and started to twist her tit. His fingers dug into her skin and she felt the heat of his sex colliding with hers. Her pussy muscles tightened and she felt her body trembling with lust. 

She knew it was going to happen. She could feel it building up inside her. 

"That's it bitch, take it all, take it like you know you want to. You want me fucking you, just like this. Come on you whore, you fucking cunt. I'm gonna come all over your ass, bitch. You come for me Alissa, you wanted this fantasy, now do it."

Quint dropped the voice he'd perfected for a role of a street gang member that he'd used in acting class last year. He saw Alissa's body stiffen and pulled his cock from her pussy, coating her round ass with his come. He shot his seed all over her, watching the pools of creamy ink slide down the crack of her ass. Whether she came or not wasn't his concern, but he knew she had been close. He shoved his fingers into her pussy and began to work the walls with rough scrapes until she coated him with her honey. When he was done he pulled his hand out and smoothed down her skirt. 

He kept her pinned to the wall and pressed his head on her shoulder. "God baby, it was powerful, just like in our fantasies. I can't wait till we get home and you can finish living out the last one. This one was hot." 

"We need to go," Alissa whispered and Quint agreed. He took her hand and turned her around. 

"Damn, babe, I really messed you up. You were fighting hard though, just like in our phone calls. You're good babe, you'll make a great pet this weekend, hell I may keep you collared for the next seven weeks. Remember that fantasy about keeping you locked in the closet and only letting you out so I could fuck you?" 

He saw her eyes grow wide and he chuckled. "Come on babe, it wouldn't be that bad. I'd feed ya. Let's get you home and cleaned up. When I saw you climb out of bed, I watched and then read your letter. I knew this was the perfect time to live out our other fantasy." 

Quint pulled his shirt off and dabbed at Alissa's bloody lip and puffy eyes. He looked over the knots on her forehead and sighed. "Next time babe, don't fight so much. . .then again it did make me hard, a lot harder than those phone rapes ever did." 

"Can we go now?" she whispered. 

"Yeah, we better. I sure am glad no one heard us. We'd have been screwed then. Ending up in jail was never one of your fantasies was it?" Quint asked and then tucked her against him. He had her keep her head down, as they walked the blocks needed to reach his home. 

Once there he shut the door behind her and swatted her ass. "Go get cleaned up. Your collar is on the bed. I'll be in to put it on you in an hour." 

 To be concluded in She Let Herself Go Free. . . 



She Let Herself Go Free: Final Time



Author's Note: This is the last installment for the series (sex-free). I thank you for reading it. If you've read all four chapters, you'll see this one follows the path the couple was destined to take, even though I didn't know the path until the beginning of the fourth chapter. ~ Enjoy ~ Red. 

Alissa walked into the shower and started the water. Her mind reeled from the morning's activities. The fantasy rape, she and Quint had imagined several dozen times, had never been as intense as the one they had just acted out, less than an hour before. As Alissa stood under the cascading fall of hot water, she felt herself sway. She slipped down to the bottom of the tub. 

She remembered the touch of the strangers hand, firm, strong. She recalled his voice, menacing and deep. Neither his touch or his voice were Quint's. Yet, in the end, it was him. He'd told her how proud he was that she reacted so lifelike. Had she acted? Had it been real to her? Did she, through it all, know it was him? 

Her fingers came up to cover her face and she quietly sobbed into them. Her telephone fantasy had come full circle, slapping her in the face. She now bore real scratches and bruises, not the ones Quint "delivered verbally" to her, when they spoke on the phone. The stinging bite of the water washing away bits of gravel, were not virtual raiments of two lovers talking about rape. Quint had raped her and he'd enjoyed it. Had she? She had come. She'd showered his fingers with juice and her body had stiffened. While he was forcing his cock into her, she'd been wet and hungry. But she'd also been scared. 

Alissa stood up and washed herself as best she could. Eventually, the bruises and bumps were too much and she rinsed away the soap, shut the water off, and left the bathroom. Water slid from her body and splashed silently on the carpet as she tiptoed to the bed. Her eyes fell on the collar. Quint had told her he'd collar her within the hour. A shudder ran through her as she picked it up and toyed with the ends. Sitting down she clasped the thick leather in one hand and curled up in a ball, trying to ease the apprehension she felt. Another fantasy to live out and experience; was she ready?

"Alissa," Quint said, his voice firm and strong. His hand gripped her shoulder and he shook it several times, rousing her from her sleep. He watched her eyes open and he took a step back, as he took stock of her appearance. "Fuck, baby. Next time, I don't want you playing so hard. It was hot, but I don't want your pretty face busted up. Now, get up and let's get this day started." 

He stood, while she eased off the bed. "You still want to do this don't you? I mean we've done your fantasies for the last couple of days. I figured today was a good day to start on mine." 

Her gaze met his and he saw the look of confusion pass over it. "Alissa, come on babe, you'll love it. Remember how hard you come when we play on the phone. You loved being my come slut; my fuck toy. You'll like it. After this morning, how could you not." 

"Yeah, go figure," she muttered quietly. 

Quint chuckled. "Already wanting your first punishment, huh?" he whispered against her ear, lifting her hair with his fingers, at the same time. The collar fit snugly and Quint was pleased with the purchase. His finger trailed down Alissa's naked back and then along the crack of her ass. "We'll have a fuckin' blast today slut." He clipped a leash to her collar and wedged a foot between her legs. His hand pressed on the small of her back and he bumped her ass with his knee. "On your knees slut." 

Alissa gritted her teeth and bit back a retort. Quint's words washed over her. Yes, they had played this game over the phone. Each one growing more aroused the dirty and rougher it became. There was no rush of pleasure now though, she wanted to tell him off, but there was this feeling inside her that said, if she did, he'd chalk it up to playing at a new level of intensity. So, Alissa said nothing. 

Quint ran his fingers over her ass, squeezed one cheek, then the other. "Let's go see what you can make me for lunch, slut." He nudged her forward. 

Alissa crawled to the kitchen. Her breasts swayed as did her hips; she felt Quint's gaze on her. Slowly she began to relax and increase the seductive invitation she created. He was right, she told herself, this was more his fantasy than hers. She liked bondage and spankings, but the on your knees submission was more for him. The rape though, she told herself, was for the both of them. Today was his day. 

She opened the fridge door and sat on her legs. "What do you want to eat," she paused, smiled and added, "Sir." The title rolled from her lips and she felt the same grin of pride fill her at recalling the name she and Quint deemed worthy for their play. 

His fingers brushed the top of her head and her smile grew wider. "I'll unhook this leash and you can stand up; make us both salads and a sandwich; meet be back in the living room. There's a game on and it'll be nice having my slut at my feet." 

When he left the room Alissa stood and felt the pounding in her head return. She scrounged in her purse, took two Ibuprofen and then began to work on their lunch. By the time she was finished, she was quite content with the fact she was naked and collared. The initial uneasiness was gone, and in its place, was a calm that helped fuel her toward a rewarding day, or so she hoped.

Once she set drinks and food on the table, she scooted to her knees, and placed her palms on her lap. Her gaze met Quint's and he reached for her leash. When it was clipped on, he patted his lap and told her to sit with him. She did so, curious how they would eat, but that question was soon answered when he ordered her to feed him. 

Alissa giggled, and felt the tug on her leash. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'd be honored to feed you." 

She wasn't though; she thought it silly. She forked up his salad, fed her lover and kept her thoughts to herself. Inside though she was hungry and once more growing annoyed. She moved to take a bite of her own food and was rewarded with a firm jerk of her leash. 

"You'll eat when I tell you too," Quint told her. 

She glanced at him, unsure if he was serious; the look in his eyes told her he was. If she balked, it would give him a reason to punish her. The thought of the morning's attack returned to her and she wondered if he had enjoyed it more than he should have. In her opinion, he was more into dominating her than she was in submitting. 

"I'm finished. I want to watch the game, but while I do, I want you to suck my cock, slut," Quint told her at the same time he pushed her off his lap. 

Alissa's elbow hit the corner of the end table and she cursed. Quint's fingers gripped her hair and jerked her head back. "Watch your mouth," he told her and then released her. 

Her scalp stung, and she reached for a drink. Again her needs were denied and she felt a sliver of rage slowly begin to boil. 

"You'll drink when I tell you to. Are you such a useless slut that you can't remember anything we've done over the phone? Jesus, you think I have time to retrain you. It is just like it is on the phone." 

Quint grabbed her hair and dragged her toward his room. Alissa tried to walk and crawl her way behind him, her fingers pulling on his hand. "Quint, I think." The slap on her face sent her staggering back. 

"You are a worthless slut aren't you? You think this is just something we're going to do for an hour? I fuckin' gave you your fantasy against the door didn't I? I gave you your shower fuck! I even fucked you in the parking lot of some piss-ass restaurant." He grabbed her hair and lifted her to her feet. His face inches from her own. "Tell me slut. You came this morning with that sick little rape fantasy, why are you doubting your Master now? I know what my little cunt wants." 

Alissa's eyes were slanted and full of anger. She felt the heat of his breath, the spittle from his words and then his stinging grip twist in her hair. His last statement was followed by two of his fingers pushing into her pussy and dragging his nails over the sides. "Ahhh...," she screamed and tried to curl on herself. 

"Yeah, that's right slut. You want it again don't you. You're little BDSM fantasy come true. Well, so do I," he growled and pulled her to his lips. His tongue pushed inside, forcing her to accept him. 

Alissa struggled and then stopped. This was new ground for her. She panicked, trying to remember all the rules they'd developed in their play. Safe words sprang up, ones they had thought up and then discarded. Eventually, she could breathe again, his lips moving over her neck and down her shoulders. 

"You taste good slut," he growled out and then pulled away from her. "But you need punished don't you?" He turned back to the bedroom and dragged her behind him. 

"Red!" she screamed and felt as if the wind was knocked out of her. 

Quint stared at his closed fist and the broken lip that Alissa sported. "Fuck you, bitch. You can't use the safe word, fuck we haven't even gotten started." 

"Quint I used it. It means we're done. I get a break. I think we need one," Alissa told him, her fingers reached timidly to her bloody lip. "Look baby, just calm down, so much has happened today."

"Huh? What? We've only fucked once. You took a shower and I even let you sleep an extra couple of hours." Quint stared at her. 

"Fucked? We didn't fuck. You raped me, Quint," Alissa told him. 

"Yeah, that was the idea. It was what you wanted, remember? On the phone. You said coming down here, you wanted it all." 

"Quint," she told him, her arms crossing in front of her. "You aren't listening. I didn't know it was you, until later, when you said my name. I was being raped up until that moment." 

He continued to study her. "You're serious aren't you?" he asked. His face fell, his shoulders slumped. "So, now you don't want to play anymore? You get what you want and so we're all done?" 

"Huh?" Alissa asked. "All done? I didn't say that and I certainly didn't get what I wanted this morning." 

"What do you mean. You came. I came. You got your fantasy rape. I got mine. We're not even close to being even," he muttered and pushed his hair away from his face. 

"Even?" she asked. 

"Yeah, you know how much I like being Sir. You know this is important to me, but the minute it gets a little rough you're all bitchy about it." Quint turned around and sat on the sofa. 

It was at that moment several things occurred to Alissa. Quint was not the man she had fallen in love with over the phone. He was a child. He wasn't getting his way, so he was throwing a fit and pouting. She rolled her eyes, and left the room, returning with a robe tied around her waist. She sat down and looked at the sulking form of her lover. 

"Quint. I love you. I think you love me too. I don't think I'm being unreasonable. Quint, I really thought I was being raped. I was scared. I was angry." 

"You were wet," he spit back at her.

"I was wet. I admit that," she told him. 

"You came," he stated. 

"Yes, I did, but not until I heard your voice and you started using your fingers, by then though you'd come all over my ass. What I'm trying to tell you is that suddenly this morning didn't seem to be about you and I, but all you." She smoothed down her robe, wondering how she was going to take the steps, it was obvious to her, she would be making. 

"It wasn't all about me," he muttered. "You fuckin' loved it." 

"I don't know how to convince you that the fantasy on the phone was not the reality in the alley." Alissa then looked at her uneaten food. "This was also something that wasn't for me. I told you on the phone there would be things I wouldn't do. Allowing you to control when I ate, or drank was one of those things. I fed babies for years. I have no desire to feed a grown man, unless he's an invalid. You just went all out and I'm worried what else you're about to toss out at me." 

Quint leaned back in his chair and studied her. "This is what I want though. I want you on your knees. I want you to be the slut I fuck and lock up. I want you crawling and I want you begging. Alissa. . .I want what I had on the phone." 

She took a deep breath. "What did you have on the phone?" 

"I thought I had a come slut. A little whore that wanted to make me happy," he answered. 

"I want the man that can switch roles," she answered. 

"Then we have a problem, don't we," he said, with a tilt to his head. 

Alissa felt a deep sense of dread fill her. This was it. She could feel it. Ten months of sex, romance, stimulating phone calls, erotic fantasies. . .it all came down to this moment. "No, Quint, we don't have a problem. We simply have found out something else we didn't know about each other." 

Quint closed his eyes and flexed the tension in his shoulders. "I'll call you a cab." 

"Yeah, I think that's for the best." 

She stood up and touched his shoulder. "Quint. I hope you find what you're looking for." 

He shrugged her away and stood up. "Well, I hope you do too. Funny, this was supposed to be a happy summer, a fun-filled eight weeks." 

"Yeah, but Quint. Our summer is just starting. We'll have a happy ending, just not with each other." 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Alissa stepped off the plane and waved to her parents. Her mom and dad, along with her three kids scurried up to her. "The kids insisted on being here. We'll take them back for you." 

"That's okay," she said and pulled the three little ones into her arms. "I'll take them back to their dad." She kissed each freckle-filled face. 

"Why did you cut the trip so short?" her mother asked. 

Alissa smiled. "I let one dream go, to live another. The other dream wasn't the one I wanted. What I want is here. I just need to work on sticking the pieces back together." 

"Oh?" her father asked and watched the kids run toward the car. "What does that mean?" 

"It means I don't communicate my needs very well and I want to try and bring the new me in with the old." Alissa hooked her arm around her fathers. 

"You aren't making sense," her father told her. 

"Nope, and that's the fun thing. I'm not even going to try. I'm just going to enjoy the real life, and leave the fantasies to the Fairy Godmothers." 



She Let Herself Go Thrice



Adventure in the Night

The music that played at the Rainy Day Gourmet Restaurant was soft and melodious. Alissa sat next to her lover, a man that she'd been conversing with for more than ten months via the Internet and almost daily phone calls. Her hand rested on his leg. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder. They'd gotten lucky, seated at a booth in a corner that wasn't as brilliantly lit as the other tables. She was glad, this was her time and she didn't want to share it with anyone, but Quint, the man she was in love with. 

She sipped her drink, a simple soda that was cooled by the small cubes of ice. She looked over to her lover, and friend and found herself remembering his touch from earlier. It was that touch that had ruined the dinner, he was going to make her and now she was enjoying her supper with him at a public place. She didn't mind, but she longed to return to his place.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I was thinking about us. I can't believe I'm here with you."

Quint touched her cheek and brought her lips to his. "Neither can I." He kissed her letting his tongue taste her soda, letting her taste his beer. She sighed into his mouth and enjoyed the thrill that rushed through her. When they parted, her eyes fluttered a little and her skin was growing more pink.

They pulled apart as their meal arrived and they each gave in to the famished feeling that they had been hiding from each other. They ate in silence until the initial hunger they had felt was eased. "Tell me more about you," he said.

"About me? You know everything," she answered back.

"I know, but it was all over a phone call. I want to watch you talk. I want to see the emotions cross over your face. I want to know what it looks like when you talk about your life."

She smiled and he grinned. "See, like that. I wouldn't have been able to see that smile if you'd been on the phone."

Another grin and another soft chuckle. "Well, you already know a lot about me, so I'm not sure what you want me to say."

Quint shrugged his shoulders. "What did your ex say when you told him you were coming?"

A sigh escaped her and she sipped her drink. "He didn't say much. It was because of us that we split up. I couldn't let myself fall in love any deeper and still be married to him. I wasn't in love with him any more."

"I know, but you were staying for the kids remember, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"You know why."

"I want to hear it," he told her and took her hand in his, pulling her back to his side. He whispered in her ear, "Tell me again."

Alissa swallowed. "I love you. I will always be mom, but he's got to step up to the plate and help too. They miss him. He was gone all the time, doing things without them, without us . . . I wanted to be with you, even if it is only for the summer. I want more Quint, but I won't ask it of you."

"I want more too," he said and pushed his fingers into her hair, bringing her mouth to his once more. This time the kiss went uninterrupted as they explored each other. He eased his lips from hers and whispered quietly, "Remember another fantasy of yours?"

"I remember many," Alissa answered.

He chuckled. "Finish your supper and then we'll leave and act out another one."

Her eyes grew heavy with lust and desire. "Which one?" she asked, then quickly took a bite of her meal.

"You'll see," he answered back and set about finishing off his plate of goodies. When the server came it was with a polite smile, hoping to get a tip from the local boy and his date. Quint had come here often with dates in the past, fewer since he'd started "seeing" Alissa. She had never asked him to stop dating. She had told him, she was too old for him, lived too far away and if there came a time that another woman presented herself to him, he was to take it and not wait for her. She had chosen to be exclusive, not him. So the restaurant knew him and knew him well.

He left his tip and took Alissa's hand. Together they headed to the parking lot and when they reached the car, Quint pushed her against the side. "You know which fantasy now, don't you?" he growled into her ear.

"Quint, you can't be serious," Alissa gasped. Her sex was instantly wet and her nipples had hardened as soon as he pushed her against the cool metal.

The night air caressed them and she glanced around the parking lot. No one was there, or so it seemed. They were under a flickering light and she knew if anyone in the restaurant was sitting at the right angle and at the right table they'd see them. "Quint, come on. We can't do that one. I mean . . . "

He laughed in her ear and ran his hand up her torso, cupped her right breast and squeezed it tight. "Why? This is what you want, isn't it? How many times did we fantasy fuck with me taking you in public?"

His other hand played with his slacks and he freed his cock. "Tell me your not wet Alissa. Tell me your panties aren't soaked and your pulse isn't racing. He let go of her breast and kept her pressed into the car. He lifted her skirt and ran his hands over her ass. "I told you a few rules didn't I, about dressing?" He smoothed his palm over her panties and then pulled them down, letting them them tangle around her knees.

"Yes," she whimpered, and felt her slickness slide down her thighs. She bit her lip and saw her reflection in the glass.

"You want my cock?"

"Yes," she groaned and pushed back against the hand that was petting her ass.

"Tell me what rules and then tell me what you want," he growled.

"You said," she gasped, "no more shorts, pants, or button shirts." She swallowed and whimpered when she felt his cock slide toward her slick opening. "You said, no more bras, too. But you said I could wear them in public." She moaned and gritted her teeth, took a deep breath and whimpered, "Oh, fuck Quint, I want your cock," she told him.

He quickly aimed his cock at her pussy and drove into her. She was pushed harder against the car, her breasts pressed tight against the window. He pounded into her and she whimpered whenever he pulled out. "Yes, Quint," she hissed and bit her lip.

A sound of a car pulling into the parking lot brought a gasp to her lips and she felt him still for a moment and then he fucked her just as they drove by. "You're gonna come for me aren't you baby? Right here in the parking lot. I want you to come and shout my name when those people get out of their car."

She growled, a thrill rushed over her and she felt her pussy throbbing. Harder he pushed, pumping in and out, letting the head of his cock rub her sex. Quint's hands came up to cup both her breasts. He urged her own with his words and then when he heard the car doors open he smirked. His fingers grabbed her nipples through the material of her shirt.

His cock felt so good in her pussy and when she heard the people beginning to leave their car, her sex started to grip his shaft with more strength.

"That's right, squeeze my cock. Come on my little slut, you like it. You want to come for me and for them. Hold on baby, almost there. I want them to hear you. I want them to see my whore come for me."

His words only added to her excitement. The demeaning names weren't upsetting at all, they only added to her excitement. She shivered, waiting for him to tell her when it was time to come. She felt his fingers tighten on her nipples and she whimpered, "Quint, oh god baby, please. . ." she clenched her fist and bit her lower lip.

"Yes, baby, they're so close. So are you. I can feel it, smell it," he whispered and bit her neck. When the man and woman were just a few feet from the car he'd borrowed from a friend, he ordered her to come all over his cock and to scream it for all to hear.

"Ohhhh . . . oh fuck yes!" she shouted. "Quint! Oh God baby. . .I'm coming!" she screamed.

Quint shot his seeds into her. His eyes locked with those of the woman that was walking by. He held her gaze for a while and then watched as the man took in the site of his cock buried into Alissa's pussy. He smirked when the man forced the woman to turn away, the smirk wasn't from the loss of their audience, but the thrill of seeing the man's hand travel to his crotch and fix his package.

Alissa had glanced at the couple, but her climax had forced her to close her eyes. She relished in the feeling of his slamming into her and the heat of his seed had forced another series of climaxes to assail her. "Quint," she gasped and pressed back against him.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. We should go though." He pulled his cock from her and eased her skirt down. "Step out of your panties."

She did as he asked and turned around, leaned on the car and watched him pick her panties up. "No more of these either." He stared at her and walked away. She started to protest, but said nothing, instead she watched him place the panties on the antenna of the couples' car. She blushed and giggled. Quint made her feel young again and for that she was thankful, but sometimes she wondered if her fantasies were too much.

He walked back to her and took her hand. "I hate that bra, get in the car and take it off."

She sighed and chuckled. "You've pretty much disposed of my entire wardrobe."

He said nothing, just waited, knowing she had more to say.

"You've said no shorts, pants, bras and now," she nodded to her panties, "no underwear. What's left to wear?" she asked him.

"Well, you know the rules that's obvious. Let's head home. We'll talk on the way there."

He walked her to the other side of the car and swatted her ass when she moved to get in. When he got behind the wheel, he grabbed her leg and pulled it so she was spread open. He started the car and pulled from the parking lot. When he was comfortably driving, his hand returned to her leg. He eased his fingers up and found her come-filled pussy.

"Tell me the rules baby," he said and then teased her sex.

"No bras at home. No panties ever, as well as shorts and pants." Her fingers moved down to share in the pleasure of touching herself.

"And?" he said, pushing deeper and finding the fleshy spot hidden in her pussy that made her shiver violently. He stroked it several times and waited.

She swallowed and answered, "No more button shirts."

"Right. Tomorrow, baby. . .we're going to start the other rules."

She moaned and felt her sex tighten around his finger. "Quint, please."

He chuckled. "Tomorrow morning baby, it better be Sir that leaves your lips." He left her hole and pulled into the driveway, parked his car and then dragged her to him. He kissed her hard and filled her pussy with his fingers again. He drove into her, pushing his digits in and out, until she was screaming his name and covering his palm with her liquid heat.

"Tomorrow Quint," she gasped.

"Yes, baby, tomorrow you're my slut."

She shivered as a soft climax rolled over her. "Yes, my love." Their lips merged and it was several minutes before he led her back into the house and several hours before they succumbed to sleep. 



She Let Herself Go



David rolled her onto her back and placed her legs on his shoulders. He bent down and kissed her one last time before placing his cock at the entrace to her pussy. Karen gripped his strong arms and shuddered as he moved his cock up and down through the juices on her pussy lips. He slid his cock along her wet fold and pushed the head gently against her clit. Karen was unable to wait any longer and raised her hips to align her pussy and slid down engulfing his cock. She felt the raised head bump along her G-spot and cried out in pleasure. David's slow and steady strokes began and she could feel the pent-up longing in his body to go fast and furious to his own release. Amazed at his control, Karen understood that he was waiting on her to come. She dropped one hand to her breast and pulled on the nipple. Her other hand went to the small of his back and urged him faster.

David's strokes became faster and harder when he saw the effect they had on Karen. She had closed her eyes and her breathing was rapid. He couldn't belive how hot and amazing her pussy felt surrounding his dick and with each stroke he could feel his cock touch her inner core. Unable to last much longer, he bent and pressed his mouth to hers. Karen pushed her hips against his and felt her G-spot quiver and knew that her orgasm was coming fast. She felt the surge of electricity shoot through her body and forced herself to let go and let it wash over her at full force. No holding back, no restraint. She voiced her release in the form of a erotic cry into David's open mouth. His tongue pushed into her mouth as his cock pushed one last time into her pussy. He came with a force he had never experienced and kept his cock buried tightly in her as burst after burst of semen rushed to flood her pussy. As the waves subsided, he released her legs from his shoulders and lay between her legs in a euphoric stupor. 

Neither of them moved for a long while, they simply lay together, enjoying the feelings of their bodies and minds. David suddenly became aware of his weight upon her and shifted so that he lay beside her. They wrapped their arms around each other and amid soft kisses and touches came to know that they had just experienced something special. 

"Stay the night" Karen said, more of a plea than a question. 

"I'm not going anywhere" David replied. And with that he shifted he so that he could spoon his body to hers and the both drifted off with thoughts of the morning to come. 



She Lets Go



She has no idea how desirable she is. How incredibly, deliciously desirable she is. She's every guy's fantasy and nightmare combined. 

From time to time, I only get glances of her body and her wonderland of pleasure. She's a petite 5'2"ish, 115 pound frame, EXACTLY like I like them. Perky, hand-filling breasts. Firm, responsive nipples. Round, soft buttocks. Silky skin. And a knockout face with a sweet smile. 

She thinks she picked me, but truth is I couldn't help it. I was drawn to her gorgeous gaze and charming, disarming demeanor. From the very first smile I could tell her sensuality was fighting its way out. 

Her sensibility and insecurity fought well. It took 14 years and two kids for her true eroticism to begin awakening. And awaken she did. 

Occasionally I would get glimpses into her eroticism. Like the first time I flicked my tongue over her responsive clit. She initially resisted the idea of oral pleasure. Her legs stiff, straight and rigid like the bulge in my pants. But all it took was the wave of pleasure to rush over her then she opened up her legs, giving my eager mouth access to her tasty sex. 

Or when I slipped my finger into her dripping wetness while we sat on a beach trip (before kids). A few thrilling moments of that and she was butter, melting in my hands, moaning in public, gushing onto my hand. We raced back to the hotel room for a body-slamming fuck on the corner of the bed.

Another early relationship moment confirmed my suspicion. We had broken up and were getting back together. On the phone, we had a conversation about getting tattoos and the thought of her sweet ass bent over pulled my earnest hands deep in my pants for relief while we talked. I knew I was missing her and she was missing me. 

On the way down to her house I fantasied about pounding her soaking-wet pussy with a big dildo, which I never done before with anyone. I resisted the urge to stop at the sleazy adult store, but my thumping heart and throbbing crotch overrode my grey matter. I came out with a pink 8" dildo and hid it under the front seat of my car. 

After she got in, we had been kissing and talking. Our arousal levels were sky high with anticipation. As I drove, I told her to look under the seat, and she saw it. I wasn't quite sure how she would react, but I knew we needed to try it. Her reaction was so mind-blowingly sexy. While I drove my car, she drove me crazy. She lifted her luscious hips, squirmed her panties off, spread her legs--giving me full view--and slowly filled her beautiful pussy with our new friend. I nearly creamed my pants. When she pulled it out, it glistened with her juices. I wanted to pull over and fuck her brains out but I was too nervous and my car was too small to enjoy her sensuality and give her the erotic attention her hot body was squirming and screaming for. 

We went back to my room, and we passionately pleasured each other for a couple of hours. She straddled my face and took my dick in her steamy mouth. 

I made love to her creamy crotch with my mouth and pummeled her velvet vagina with the dildo until she violently cam again and again, squirting over and over onto the tube-filling toy. She moaned on me, muffling her orgasms and slurping on me. She sounded, tasted and felt like nothing I'd ever experienced. 

From that moment on I knew I had a sensual, smoking hot, orgasmic woman on my hands.

Her eroticism couldn't hide from my determination. I was Indiana Jones and her, that unrestrained powerhouse of a secret sexy wife, was my hidden treasure. All mine. Mine for the taking, from our soft, slow and throbbing love-making memories to our rip-our-clothes-off, full-face pussy sucking and body-slapping fuck sessions. (Oh gosh, I'm about to cum just writing this). She was mine for pleasuring. 

When she surrenders to her eroticism, she becomes a more incredibly beautiful, desirable and sensual lover. And she has no idea. That's the dichotomy. Innocent and lovely, all the while teasing and tempting. Her subtle day-to-day sexiness hides this erotic superpower persona. 

Now, if she ever knew the true power she held over me, how her hot sex vixen side dominates my thoughts, then all my manly veneer would be dissolve like honey in steaming water fresh from the stove.

I've always been a lover who revels in the pleasure of my woman, mentally capturing her curves, her subtle moves, her accompanying moans. The texture of my wife's vagina is unforgettable. Smooth during penetration, becoming vise-like when she cums. And she cums often, generously and hard. Her pussy is beautiful. Inviting my gaze. The lips are perfect; they are tender and sticky, clinging to my tongue when I am allowed to linger there. And linger there I do. It's my favorite place to be. There making love to my wife with my face buried in her luscious flower. Usually I only stop upon her horny insistence and seductive invitation to enter her. 

When she's dripping wet, rolls over crawls on all fours and motions for me to penetrate her, my heart skips several beats. 

She's irresistible, sexy, sensual and perfect. I crave her orgasmic moans more every day. I could continue to describe the erotic way she arcs her back as I fill her from behind, the gasps she makes as I rub her clitoris until she comes on me again, how she reacts when I pull firmly on her aroused nipples or the look of desire as she mounts my cock. I love the look in her eyes when her lust takes total control. She is extremely sexy and spectacular. A sight I long to see, her lips I crave to taste, her orgasm I desire to devour. 

There are many more memories to cherish and write about. She has recently become more forward and generous with her sex, and I can tell there is a growing awareness of her erotic sensuality and the immense pleasure it brings to us both. 

A new toy is in the mail. New erotic memories are in the making. New fantasies need exploration. New levels of pleasure are on the horizon. The real limitation is her imagination.



She Lets Him Take Control



He took her hand, and led her to the bed. He told her to lay, face down, in the center of the bed. He bound her wrists to the top corners, and her ankles to the bottom corners. He looked into her eyes and kissed her softly. "Do you trust me?" He asked. She nodded, but said nothing. He blindfolded her, and gently caressed up and down her legs, stopping to give each cheek a firm squeeze. "You look so beautiful spread eagle like that. Just imagine all the things I could do to you right now." She felt just a tinge of fear, but she trusted him, and ultimately she knew he would never harm her.

She felt his hands leave her body, and heard him rummaging through a drawer. She wondered what to expect next, the anticipation raising her adrenaline level. Next she felt soft fabric running down her back. "What was that?" she wondered, but she did not ask. The cloth caressed her skin, down her back, and across her butt. 

"Does that feel good to you, kitten?" 

"Yes, it does." 

He began to swing it harder against her skin, and she came to realize it was a flogger. "Today you will call Me Master. Today, you are My slave." 

"Yes, Master," she responded. 

He crisscrossed the tails across her back, each leaving a slight sting on the skin as it licked. She moaned in pleasure, trying to anticipate where the next strike would fall. She felt the licks come faster and faster, almost on top of each other, as he spun the flogger and ran it up and down the backs of her thighs. 

"You do like that, don't you my little slut?" 

He ran it across her ass cheeks, and up her back. 

"Yes Master." 

He leaned near her and kissed her cheek and said "You're doing fine, my pet."

His gentle words did so much to reassure her, and ease her fears. Making it possible for her to relax and enjoy. Then he gently tapped her pussy with the soft suede tails, causing her to quiver. Abruptly, he pulled the flogger away.

About a minute passed, in silence and darkness. She strained to hear or feel any clue as to what he might be doing. That minute felt like hours. Then she felt his hot breath against her cheek.

"Whose slut are you?" he asked. 

"I am Your slut." she replied. 

"Your slut what?" 

"Your slut, Master," she corrected. 

"That's better."

She could feel him straddle her. Suddenly, he grabbed her hips, and in one motion, he lifted her ass and buried his cock deep inside her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as he ground against her. 

"Yes," he said, "My pussy is so wet for her Master isn't it?" 

"Yes Master, Your pussy is very wet for You." 

"Good," he said. 

He pulled out of her suddenly, causing her to cry out "NO." She felt him untie first one ankle, then the other. 

"Get up on your knees, slut, get that ass high in the air."

She quickly complied, although it was difficult with her chest against the bed. He moved behind her again and grabbed her hips. She felt him run the head of his cock against her pussy lips, the tip grazing her clit. She swayed her hips and pushed back against him, wanting to feel him inside her again. He teased her by putting only the head inside her pussy and holding her hips still, not allowing her to push herself onto his hard cock. She groaned when she realized her efforts were futile, which caused him to chuckle. He loved teasing her this way, making her beg him for his cock. "What do you want? Tell me."

"I want You inside of me."

"You want WHAT inside of you?"

She bit her lip then said "I want Your cock inside of me, Master. Please!"

"You want My cock inside your WHAT?"

"Oh god Master, I want Your cock inside my pussy. I want You to fuck me, now, PLEASE."

Hearing her words thrilled him and his cock jumped. Without hesitation, He slammed the full length of his cock into her cunt. The force of it caused her to fall forward on the bed. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back up and smacked her ass hard. 

"Keep your ass in the air slut!" 

She croaked "Y-y-yes S-sir." as he continued to slam his cock into her pussy. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head up from the bed as his hips slapped against her ass. The sounds of their fucking filled the room; her moans, his breathing, the sound of his hand coming down on her ass cheeks. 

"You want to cum don't you, my slut." 

"Yes Master, please may I cum?" she begged. 

"You may cum when I do, and not before," He said. 

A few more good thrusts, and then he pulled out of her. She felt him spread her ass cheeks and braced herself for what she knew was coming. He placed the head of his cock against the tight, puckered opening. He pushed forward until the head popped through the ring and let her adjust to his size for a few seconds before he slid the entire length of his hardness into her ass. He heard her gasp in pain, then moan with pleasure. He loved the way her ass gripped his cock and knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his cum deep inside. He put his hand on the small of her back and pushed, causing her to arch her back and lift her ass even higher. He pumped himself into her tightness faster and faster. He could feel his balls tighten as his orgasm approached. 

She could feel her orgasm building and had to fight not to cum before he gave her permission. He was fucking her ass harder and faster and she knew it wouldn't be long. She closed her eyes and rode the waves that were building. Suddenly he he slammed deep into her. 

"Cum now, my slut," He screamed. 

With that, she felt his cum start to fill her. This pushed her over the edge, and she began to shake as her body was wracked in orgasm. he held himself inside her for a few moments, allowing her to milk his cock with her muscles. As their orgasms subsided, He gently pulled out of her and moved to lay next to her. After a moment, he released her hands from the bed posts and took her into his arms and held her, kissing the top of her head. She felt such comfort in his arms.



She Lets Loose



Our marriage had turned boring and we were both looking for something to spike it up, so I proposed to Sonja that we try out a threesome. I very much wanted to see her naked with another guy, she would be my favorite porn star, and she said ok without giving it much thought.

Sonja was a knockout, some five feet high and around 110 pounds, with soft, voluptuous, mouth-watering breasts, a shapely ass just the right size for two hands, and sexy thighs filled just enough so there wasn't much space between them at the crotch. She was a natural tease and a flirt, but in a good natured, friendly thing. She liked to show off with short skirts, tight shorts and little blouses. We had to start somehow with what we wanted to do, so whenever we went out I suggested much sexier and daring outfits. We even went together on buying sprees, and she rapidly progressed to really short skirts with high side slits, skimpier, tighter, shorter shorts, and little unbuttoned shirts loosely tied up just under her glorious and frequently bra-less breasts. She now usually wore her regular blouses unbuttoned almost halfway down, and loved sheer half-bras under clingy translucent blouses - tits on a serving tray, she called them. Now when you looked at her, you could really only think of sex, and her flirting and teasing gradually became outright sexual.

One night we decided to go out to one of the hotel clubs, to check out the scene. She picked out a flimsy little black dress, real short and slit high up one side, held up with delicate little spaghetti straps. While she was in the shower, I cut the slit about four more inches up the side, hoping she wouldn't notice. I told her to try the dress without a bra, that she knew she didn't really need one. She said she didn't feel comfortable that way but went ahead, and then decided not to wear panties either; she was going to be naughty, she said, and boy she did, as you'll see further on. I got a hard-on just watching her put on her makeup: it was obvious she had no bra and her slightest movement made her loose breasts move around real sexy under the flimsy cloth, and the ultra-short skirt was now slit nearly to the hip. The dress was anyway so short that when she leaned into the mirror the back raised almost to her ass cheeks. From up close, you could see the pink of her delicious nipples right through the thin cloth, and her tempting full breasts down the cleavage. She was so hot! She had worn that dress before and those thin iffy straps tended to slide off her shoulders, leaving her breasts mostly uncovered with the skimpy top hanging precariously from the beautiful tips. 

We got to the club, and as we had thought, a long time friend of ours was there, alone at the end of the bar, so we went over to say hello and sit with him. His eyes popped out when he saw Sonja, rightly so, and she went right up to him to say hello and surprised him - and me - by pressing herself against him, looking him in the eyes and kissing him softly, mouth open, right on the lips. We knew why he was alone; his wife was a hard case and they probably had a fight that day. We also knew he wasn't getting any sex. I sat on the stool next to him, so Sonja would be crowding in between us, which she was delighted to do. I opened up my legs to sandwich her in, and she snuggled right in. She promptly started heavy flirting and teasing in a way I hadn't seen before: she would drop a hand on his thigh and at the same time brush her ass into my thighs, then the other way around, and she was constantly touching and teasing both of us, stroking and pressing and feeling and prodding and continuously brushing her cute ass into either one of us. I got hard pretty soon, and I was sure he was too, because when she talked to him she would lean into him, look him right in the eye and smile as he stared down her cleavage. He couldn't help himself. Besides her constant touching, she also flirted with small body gestures that accentuated her bralessness and moved her deliciously loose breasts around under the flimsy top. We were at ease with what we were doing, because our end of the bar was empty and sort of dark and out of way.

We steered the conversation to sex, naturally, just to hear him say that he hadn't had any in a long while, and I needled him with details of Sonja's favorite scanty outfits and how she loved to tease. I told him that he could see that she wore no bra tonight and maybe she didn't have any panties on. She wet her lips and flirted and teased that a handsome young guy like him shouldn't be without sex. I pulled her hips and ass into me while she talked to him, and she smiled and pressed back against my hard-on while keeping a hand on his thigh. She was working both of us, and I was delighted by this new bold sexual behavior, and I whispered to her to fondle my cock and look at him as if she wanted to fondle his cock too. To spice things up even more, I kissed her neck and shoulders and managed to "accidentally" slide off a shoulder strap. I knew that the top half of her breasts were now mostly exposed, and a nipple probably showing, because our friend's eyes widened and he kept looking down at them. Sonja responded by feigning anger at my slipping the strap off, and scowling mischievously, she turned to face me, backing right into his thighs. She slowly snuggled tight into him as she made believe she was putting the dress strap back were it should be. As his hands awkwardly rested on her waist and hips, I winked at him and asked him whether she had any panties on. He took his cue and pulled her tighter into him, just as she managed to shrug the other dress strap off. The top of her dress was now hanging insecurely from her nipples and barely covered her breasts as she turned to face him, snug between his thighs, his hands comfortably on her hips and waist, her hands on his thighs.

She pouted and complained that all we wanted was tits, tits, tits, and she thrust them out at us, proud with one stiff rosy nipple half exposed, pointing them first at him and then at me, tempting and daring us, and making no effort at all to cover up. I told our friend that she just loved to show off her exquisite breasts. Meanwhile, her hand stayed high on our friend's thigh, damn close to his crotch. She went ahead and kissed him, and this time she tongued him.

We needed a bit more privacy, so we moved to an empty lounge booth that was in a dark spot. As we walked past the rear of the dimly lit dance floor, Sonja stopped so that he bumped into her, and she pouted and sensuously insisted on a dance. Both shoulder straps were still half-way down her arms, and she was showing way too much of her mouthwatering breasts, which he couldn't keep his eyes off. As they danced, she molded herself into him, smiled and batted her eyes at him, and bit and licked his neck, then took his hand and placed it between them with its back resting on the exposed tops of her breasts. She lowered his hand a little, pulling her top further down, so that the back of his hand was now resting against a very bare nipple. I saw him feel her breasts and nipples with the back of his hand, one breast and then the other, the covered one then the uncovered one, moving slowly back and forth all over those soft, satiny breasts and beautifully erect tips. She smiled with her eyes at him and allowed him to do all he wanted. As the number ended, she gave him a long open mouth kiss.

They moved to the booth, and when they were close, she playfully palmed the bulge in his pants and tugged on it. As he sat down first, he was facing her and at eye level to her jutting breasts, staring straight at them, and she took his head in her hands and brought his face to her bare breasts. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure as she fed him those delicious nipples and he mouthed and suckled on them. Her breasts twitched and swayed when she pulled them out of his mouth, and she would feed him her nipples again and pull them out and feed him again. Her nipples were now nice and hard and shiny pink and swollen wet. She finally pulled away from him, asked him to move, slid next to him, and feigned a half-hearted attempt to cover up her breasts, which were glistening and shiny with his saliva.

We knew our friend couldn't spend the night with us, because he had to return to his house. We were sort of just starting out with this sex thing, and she had always been a tease, but never like tonight, and the way things were going, it was obvious something would go down right here at the bar. It was our friend's lucky day.

The bartender came around, and he was taken aback by her mostly bare breasts resting on the table top. He took our order without taking his eyes off her splendid breasts, and all the while she kept a hand moving slowly, shamelessly, all over our friends thighs. When our drinks were brought in, she teased us, and the bartender, by arching her back and sticking her breasts out and pressing them down against the table top, making the nipples jut out tight over the flimsy cloth, which slid even further and exposed them a little bit more. She smiled as she looked at each one of us. She was really working all of us and enjoying herself immensely, and our friend was about to have his wish come true.

As we sipped our drinks she talked softly to him, their faces inches apart, her hand was now in his lap, slowly roaming and squeezing and groping, and I kept wondering if he was going to come in his pants. They joked and smiled, and finally they kissed long and hard, and I could see her open mouth tonguing him and her wet lips working on his. She fondled his lap with both hands for the longest while and then started to slowly undo the zipper. Still kissing, she finally opened his pants and his hard cock poked out, and she cupped it and caressed it lovingly and pumped it slowly. When she couldn't take it anymore, she slowly lowered her face down his neck and chest to his lap, taking the head of his cock in between her open lips. The bartender came up just then and we both enjoyed the live porn. Our friend fondled her breasts while she savored him, but I knew her skills and she would make him come right away, and she did, noisily slurping and sucking and making him squirm and moan and finally jerk and spurt repeatedly into her mouth. When she finally straightened up, her lips were swollen and wet with come and her one fully exposed nipple was puffed and bruised. She looked up at the bartender and the obvious tent in his pants that he made no effort to hide, and teased him that he got his tip. He left to get us another round, on the house, he said. 

Our friend shortly left us, saying that he had to go home. I moved next to Sonja and slid my hand up her short skirt and she immediately opened her thighs to welcome my finger into her very very wet pussy. The bartender wouldn't leave us alone and came over with yet another round, on the house again. I kept fingering her as he drooled at Sonja's sexily exposed breasts and thighs; by now, the little dress didn't cover much of her. He kept purposely aiming his conspicuous hard on at Sonja as obviously as he dared. I thought it unlikely that having gone this far tonight, Sonja would refuse this other temptation so close at hand, and indeed she gestured to him to approach, and I realized she was going to blow him too. As he stood closer to her, she fondled the bulge in his pants and bragged that she would make him come very fast but that he had to come in her mouth and not on her face or hair or dress. She deftly lowered his zipper and his erect cock slipped right out, and she wet her lips and mouthed its head hungrily and slid it into her mouth, looking up at him and me and smiling with her eyes. He tried to fondle her breasts but she didn't let him, and her skilled mouth made him come almost immediately, as she had promised. I kept fingering her and as the bartender came into her mouth, she came too, moaning softly, while his cock jerked and twitched come into her mouth.

I was saving myself for last. We walked out of the club, with several patrons ogling her as we went past them, as she was stumbling and had an almost bare breast poking out, her tiny dress was in disarray and pulled tight up to her hips, with the side slit stretched taut wide open, making it obvious she had no panties on. Her lips were swollen, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes had the half-closed look of spent lust. It was evident she had been playing around heavily just now, right inside the club...

In the car, I slid a hand up her thighs and fingered her again. Her pussy and thighs were wet like never before. She didn't bother to cover herself or even close her legs as we paid at the parking exit, and I realized that her exhibitionism not only turned her on but actually got her off. The attendant fumbled forever with the change because he couldn't keep his eyes off of her; he watched nearly paralyzed with lust as I fingered her again and again, and his watching almost got her over the edge, as she got wetter and wetter. We finally took off, and I kept one finger sliding in and out and over her wet clit. At the first traffic light, as we waited for it to change, she leaned back and closed her eyes and while I kissed and tongued her, she came again, this time in long incoherent moans, in synch with my fingers moving in and out of her pussy.

When we got home, we went straight to the bedroom. I wouldn't let her shower; she smelled of sex and come, and I almost burst when I kissed her and thrust my tongue into her mouth, knowing that she had just sucked two cocks with those same delicious lips I was tasting. As tired as she was, I had her straddle on top of me in my favorite position, with her lips and breasts and nipples within reach of my mouth and my hands on her hips while my cock pumped in and out of her tight, super slick pussy. We both came together, her third for the night, and we fell asleep all tangled up, with come and sex juices and smell all over us.

I woke up in the morning with my semi-hard cock nestled against her ass, and she stretched against me and purred that we had to do this again, soon. Yep, I said, as I inhaled her scent and moved a hand to her delicious breasts.

To be continued...



She Lets Me Expose Her



My wife of several years, Jessica, and I began dating in high school. She was only my third conquest, I her first. For years I prided myself at having been the only man to have seen her tiny, firm little a cups, her flawless round ass, her pussy. Over about 10 years though, there have been rare accidental exposures, some of which I've written about before. The first was a simple gaping shirt, with my old college buddy getting a 10 second, unobstructed look down her blouse, passed her padded bra that had fallen away a bit, to her tiny, white tits with her pink little nipples. I saw the whole thing happen, and said and did nothing, she was clueless about her exposure. This was the first time I learned that exposing my overly modest wife turned me on.

She is very fit, long brown hair, in my opinion, very very hot, but, I guess her inexperience with men has left her insecure. She even uses female doctors.

Over the years, I've become more and more interested in exposing her to people we know, a very difficult prospect. Rarely, I get a bit lucky, but it is accidental, or out of her control. What I would really like is for her to show her stuff and know it. I actually think her associated embarrassment would be even more of a turn on. Don't get me wrong, I don't share. I don't want her to fuck or even be touched by other men.

On occasion, after she was exposed a bit (as in the gaping shirt episode) I would tell her about it during foreplay, embarrassing the hell out of her, making me hot, and exposing my unspoken fantasy about showing her off. She knows that I would love to do it, she just won't play along.

Now, in a relationship, everybody has desires that are unfulfilled. I for one, have not only been dreaming of exposing my wife to some of our friends, but I've been unsuccessfully saving up for a sail boat for years. Never seem to make any headway. My wife's greatest, irrational, desires are to see Paris and get a horse. She has wanted both for her entire life, always out of reach financially. 

Then, there was my inheritance. I had an great uncle, over a hundred, with no children of his own, who died, and for whatever reason, left me a bit over one hundred thousand dollars. I was shocked that he had ever had so much and began looking at boats immediately. I needed a boat slip as well. I was making plans.

Then, Jessica came to me to literally beg for the money. She wanted the money for us to go to Paris, and for a horse and its upkeep. Now, I was never going to get another inheritance, she sure as hell wasn't, and my job combined with hers as a dance instructor was never going to get me my boat. No freakin' way I was giving her the money.

Then, in a small voice, she said, "I'll do anything you want, anything." That stopped me in my tracks. Technically, as my wife, she could probably lay claim to half of the windfall. I would never tell her that, but it was probably true. I've always wanted that boat, but there was something I wanted more.

"You know, there is one thing", I said. She looked like she might vomit, she knew me better than I thought. 

"Ok", she said without me even describing what I wanted. "You can take three or four pictures, and show them to one person, but he can't have a copy, and I never want to know who saw them."

Now, yesterday, this would have been the best news ever, but I had sneaked enough shower pics of her that I wasn't desperate for the photos. I wanted to see her face when I showed her off. The pinnacle of my fantasy for years, her knowingly showing her body to my friends, maybe even hearing their opinions about her. I would allow nobody to touch though. She is mine.

"No," I said, "I will give you the horse and the trip, but I get to show you in person, to the people I choose. For maximum impact, I wanted the participants to be three of my buddies that we have both known since high school. They have dreamed of her body since before she was of age. "It will be Ed, Jason and Mark, and not just flashing only, they will get to have a real look."

I could see her waver. Her life dream was in her grasp, but she couldn't even imagine what I was proposing. 

"Fifteen minutes baby, you will have Paris and the horse forever". That sealed it. I could see that she was going my way. Funny how a trip and an animal can be worth so much to a woman. I guess she had built it up over time. I know a thing or two about that.

For a while, she didn't speak of the deal, then, as Mark's wife was her best friend, she asked if the men could keep what they saw to themselves. I could tell she was resigned to it. I agreed and set up the show that very evening. I told Jessica to be ready, we would show her, then the five of us would have dinner. I was hoping she would remain the topic of discussion for the night. No wives allowed. (Except mine of course)

I called the guys, explaining the deal to them. They were hopeful, but to a man, didn't believe that were actually going to see Jessica naked. After all these years of her prudish behaviour, they couldn't imagine it. Mark and I are just buddies from high school, still hang out to this day. Our wives are best friends. Ed and Jason went to high school and college with us both Jason works at my company, Ed is a local teacher here in town.

When the evening came, Jessica dressed in a tank top and bra, tight jeans and flip flops. She had on my favorite pair of thong panties under it all. I had set the cloths out for her. She had brushed her long hair and had a hint of make up. All they guys were in the living room when she came down stairs. I had already warned them not to try to touch her. She wouldn't tolerate that, I wouldn't either and I'm a pretty big and moody son of a bitch. I wasn't worried that they would try to touch her.

Before they came, Jessica had asked for a blindfold for the evening, but I had refused. I wanted her to see their enthusiasm and delight at the sight of her body. She had agreed not to argue or whine. She knew that she wouldn't be touched. She had also made me agree not to try to have sex or finger her. No problem, that was never my plan. (At least not until the guys left). 

My buddies, and her long term male friends were lined up where I had left them on the couch, Jessica looked nervously at them. (part of my original deal was that she look into their eyes when she can).

I had fifteen minutes, I know she would be watching the clock. I knelt before her and slipped the flip flops off her feet. I wanted to build a bit of anticipation, but I was shaking with excitement as I pulled the shoes over her toes, red toenail polish and all. While I was kneeling, a bit to the side so my friends could see, I slowly, slowly pulled at her jeans. These jeans, size 2, fit her like a glove and looked great on her. She was beginning her hyperventilate, so I turned her around for the moment, still slooowly pulling them down. Now her white thong was in view and my guys' eyes were locked on the top of her but crack as the jeans came lower. Jessica's breathing slowed as she couldn't see the guys. Soon, the top of the jeans were at the top of her thighs, the back of her white thong swallowed by her flawless, round ass. My friends were two feet away, eyes locked on the prize. My cock jumped a bit when I saw and errant hair peaking out from between the crack of her ass. At this point, her jeans were bunched around her ankles. "Please bend down and finish taking these off" I asked. When she bent over, her ass cheeks spread and the thin thong was exposed between her ass cheeks. There was a second where the light pigment of the skin around her anus was visible on each side of the contrasting white cloth. Then, she stood again.

I turned her around to face the guys. So far they had said nothing, and Jessica was holding up to her end of the bargain. Of course, she knew her dancer's ass was perfect. It is her tiny boobs that make her self conscious. Speaking of those, I was dying to show them to our friends. I reached up and, with more haste that I planned on, pulled her tank top up and off. Her flat abs were exposed, having been seen on swim trips by the guys before. What was different here is that the bra that I chose for her was completely unpadded. She never left the house without some padded bra in place to make it look like she had B cups. In her simple, tight white bra, the real size of her little, little A cups were already obvious for the first time to our friends. In all the years of trips to the beach, BBQ's etc, they had never known her secret. 

Her face was red, but she looked right at them. Her mind on the end goal, I guess. There she stood, in just a white thong and bra, and I could barely move without my hard on bursting out of my pants. I took a second to get control of myself and stood behind her. I was going to undo her bra from back there and watch the reaction of our buddies, but I wanted to see her face as well. I stood to the side and reached for the clasp. She kept her hands at her side, looking into my eyes rather than theirs. She help my gaze as I undid the bra and let it fall away from her tiny breasts. That's when I heard Mark, her best friend's husband, groan. Ed, the school teacher, no doubt drinking in her upright, white, flawless little breasts and quarter sized areola, said, "I think her tits probably haven't changed since I started fantasizing about them when I was fifteen!" Jessica, for the first time, was seen, exposed, and she knew it. She pulled her eyes from me and looked at our leering friends. She was shaking just a bit, producing a slight bounce to her little boobs. I looked at the clock. Eleven minutes left - that was the deal. Without touching her panties, I turned her to the side letting Mark, Ed and Jason see the shape from the side. At this point, her nerve broke, and she looked away from them, staring straight ahead. After a minute, I turned her to face them and hooked my fingers in the top of her thong. She said my name, a type of plead, but said nothing else. Jessica had trimmed up just a day before we made this deal. I'm sure she was hidden behind a think, natural bush, but as I pulled the panties down, the top of her vagina came into view, nothing but her tiny landing strip of brown, trimmed pubic hair above it. I paused then for effect, all eyes glued to the hint of her lips. Then, I pulled slowly. 

When the panties were around her feet I asked her to bend over and remove them. As she did so, her tiny titties pointed down. Not so much hanging as pointing straight out from her chest.

When she stood again, looking at her admirers, they were hypnotized by her exposed pussy. Her inner lips peaked out, pointing straight down. Our friends could see everything. I still had 6 minutes and dinner afterward. I planned on reliving this day over and over. It was more than I imagined. My friends were entranced, Jessica, mortified, but not broken. I decided to give them the full show. Jessica had agree to show everything, and I planned on holding her to it. 

"Jessica, lie down please. Feet to our friends".

"No." She whispered it, but we all heard it. I don't know why, but her reluctance made me so hot. I decided to let it go, after all, as they say, no means no. As I was about to settle for the awesome day so far, she sat and then lay down, face up. I guess she was afraid I would renege on the deal. I certainly would not have. Not to throw away my good luck, I moved to the couch to drink in the sight of the soles of her feat, the barely visible inner lips of her pussy, while lying flat her flat, flat, but erotic chest. She had closed her eyes, obviously counting down the five minutes and resolved to let me finish my show. 

I asked my friends loudly if they would like a better view of Jessica's pussy, maybe her tight little anus? Her eyes shot open at that, then closed tight. Her feet fell outward though, she was relaxed and this movement pulled her pussy open a bit for our intimate review. The light was good in the room, but we could see everything. Jason huskily said, "I want to see her clit." Jessica's breathing was faster, but she spread her legs even further, her tiny clit, a bit engorged I think, came into view. All the guys were off of the couch, leaning in to look, not touching. Another minute went by. I was running out of time. It was time to show them the rest. I sat beside my wife, grasped her knees and pulled them to her chest. Her eyes opened and found mine. I had expected mortification, embarrassment, humiliation. What I saw almost made me cum in my pants. As her tiny, hair ringed little butt hole was exposed to our friends, as her little shaved, 29 year old pussy was lewdly spread to the men who we had spent weekends BBQing with and hanging out with, I saw lust in her eyes.

The shaking that I had interpreted as fear, embarrassment, I now saw was simple excitement. The moans of my friends were driving her wild. When the fifteen minutes were over, she jumped up and ran, naked up the stairs. Her perfect ass jiggling in full view as she went. Our friends were murmuring admiration and I practically threw them out. Screw dinner.

As I came into the bedroom, Jessica, still naked, practically bowled me over as I came in. When I reached down, she was sopping wet. She pulled me down into the bed, frantic, horny. This beats the hell out of sailing.



She Lets Me Watch



My first year in college was starting out rough. I barely got in with my grades and my parents were paying my way through great sacrifice. I felt I owed it to my parents to do as well as I could, so I was studying night and day. Another reason I spent all my time with my nose buried in a book was I hadn't made any friends so far. I felt alone and unwanted, I knew it was mostly my fault, for I hadn't gone to any mixers, or campus events. My whole day was spent in class or the library and it was in the library that my life changed forever.

I was in my usual seat and I noticed her walk by and sit across from me just one table over. She smiled at me when she caught me looking at her and red faced I dove back into my book. I can't say she was a striking woman, no, rather plain in fact almost mousy. I noticed she was wearing a short skirt and her more than ample ass was supported by two large thighs on top of knobby knees. I also noticed she had strong but slim calves with bobby socks and penny loafers. I got the feeling she hadn't combed her short brown hair in days and her blouse looked unpressed. I remember thinking how can she have such a huge ass and be so flat chested. However, through her glasses her eyes pierced straight to my groin. You could tell by her eyes, she was not shy and if she wanted something, she would go get it.

I risked another glance over the top of my book. Good she was studying and did not see me, I looked under her table, she had her thighs spread apart, and I could see all the way up her skirt to her white panties. She sat like that for at least twenty minutes not once looking up from her book. I kept my eyes glued to her the whole time, I was afraid she would catch me but I couldn't look away. All of a sudden, she closed her book catching my stare but instead of getting mad, she just smiled at me again. She got up, went to the back of the room, and then returned in a short while. She walked up to me,

"Did you enjoy my little show?"

My beet red face would not let me lie; I tried to stammer out an apology but stopped when she laid a hand on my arm. She dropped her panties on my book,

"Since you liked starring at them so much I thought I'd give them to you as a present. If you liked my show be here tomorrow and we will do it again."

She turned around and walked out of the library. I could already smell her panties before I touched them. The gusset was sopping wet; I looked around to see no one so I picked them up and held them to my nose. The aroma was so strong and yet so erotic I was afraid my throbbing penis would erupt in my pants. I got up with my pants tenting out in front of me, left the library, and went straight to my room. I jacked off to her and her panties all night long.

The next day was even better as we sat in the same places, she watched me stare up her skirt with a smile, and then after looking around she put her finger between her legs pulling her panties to the side to show off her pussy. After awhile she arose and came over to me, she sat next to me and put her hand on my throbbing cock. As she was stroking my cock, she started casually talking to me. She asked me my name,then told me her name was Betty and that she was looking for someone she could trust. I told her she could trust me with anything.

"Here's the thing Ned, it's really hot watching you look up my skirt, and if I could trust you I would let you see more."

"Betty you can trust me, whatever you want I will do it. Look I brought these back for you."

I handed her the panties she gave me the day before.

She looked at me amazed, "You washed and folded them so cute, OK that's enough evidence for me. Let's go to my room."

As we walked she held my hand, I felt I might swoon and I know she could tell my hand were clammy.

We talked about classes and school but I don't think I heard a word, my mind was racing about what she might let me do in her room and then I realized she had changed the subject.

"Ned, I can't believe you washed my panties for me."

Red faced I answered,

"I had a little accident in them..."

"You peed in my panties?" She said it so loudly I was sure the whole campus heard.

"Oh, no, I came in them."

I was so embarrassed, I couldn't look at her, she stopped walking and turned to look at me. I timidly looked into her eyes expecting her to tell me she never wanted to see me again.

"That's so hot, you came in my panties? Were you wearing them or did you jack off with them?"

"Both, I'm sorry Betty but after I took them home I had to sniff them and it was so exciting. They were so wet from your juices I had to try them on and the thought of your juices on my balls just made me cum inside them. Then I took them off and I had to play with myself again until I came on them." 

We got to her dorm and went up to her room. We walked into a mess, clothes all over her bed and on the floor, most of her drawers were open and junk was piled up everywhere. Betty didn't seem to notice the mess; she told me to take a seat and could care less that I had to clean off a place to sit down. Betty stood next to the only other chair in the small room; she put a foot on the chair and pulled her skirt up enough to expose her panties.

"Let me tell you what I like, I want you to watch me but you can't touch and I don't want to see your ugly thing. You have to promise me you'll be good, OK?"

"I promise, whatever you want is fine with me."

She started rubbing herself through her panties and from where I sat, I could see a wet spot start to form. I looked up to her face to see she was staring just as hard at me as I her.

"Ned come closer, you can watch me cum."

I knelt just inches from her as she slid her fingers inside her panties. She was furiously rubbing herself, she was panting like a dog in heat, and still with her eyes on me, she came in a moan. My cock was so hard it ached but I dare not touch it, I was afraid I might cum in my pants and I was not sure how Betty would react.

She sat on the chair with her legs still spread I was so close my head was between her thighs and I could smell her sex. She leaned back in her seat and seemed completely relaxed with my head only inches from her pussy. She asked if I wanted to see more and I could only nod my head afraid my voice would crack if I tried to talk. I moved back as she started to stand but then as if she had changed her mind she sat back down.

"Would you like to take my panties off for me?"

I nodded my head still afraid of what my voice would sound like. She pulled up her skirt and raised her butt off the chair. I reached up with both hands and gently pulled her panties down to her ankles. Just inches from my nose was my first live look at grown up vagina and it was beautiful. I came in my pants,

"Betty," I stammered, "I just had an accident."

"Did you just cum? How, you weren't even touching yourself? Stand up I want to see."

I stood and she undid my pants and let them fall around my ankles. She grabbed my cock through my underwear, with a big smile on her face she kept rubbing my cum into my underwear.

"Turn around and take them off, don't let me see your ugly thing. Now put my panties on I want to see how you look."

I did as told and when I turned around for her to see, she had my boxers on and was rubbing my cum into her body. I already had another erection and it stuck out obscenely in her panties. After I turned around and modeled for her, she told me to put my pants back on. She sent me home soon after and I raced to my room to jack off the rest of the night.

We soon fell into a routine of her displaying herself and me watching and while I hoped for more, it didn't happen. I asked her one time to let me see her tits and she refused, saying she was embarrassed by her little tittys. When I started doing her laundry it was just her panties, but somehow it became all of her clothes (she told me I did a better job than she did). I began cleaning her room in self-defense, she was such a slob I was afraid I might catch something and besides I was always looking for a place to sit down. I did all of this but instead of me doing her a favor, she acted as if she was letting me do it. I would do anything for her, here I was still a virgin and yet this girl had taken me farther than I thought possible.

One time she sat in her bra and panties drinking wine while watching me clean her room. We were just talking and I asked her about her home life. I think the wine had loosened her tongue and she started to go into in to detail and then she stopped talking. I looked up from my chores to see her rubbing herself through her panties. I not sure she even new she was talking aloud,

"I caught my brother spying on me as I was changing my clothes, I hadn't closed my door all the way, and he was peeking through the crack. I was furious, I ran over and grabbed him by the ear and hauled into my room. I was screaming at him, I told him I was telling mom when she got home. He begged me not to but I didn't care but then I glanced down to see his erection poking his shorts out. When I realized spying on me got him all excited it turned me on. I remembered I was still in my underwear and saw he was staring at my panties. I asked him if I turned him on and of course, he said yes. That's how we started, after mom left for work he would come to my room and I would display myself for him. One time he pulled out his wiener and it looked so disgusting, like a big ugly worm. I told him if he ever did it again I would never let him see me anymore."

"Betty, your brother is so lucky, I wish I was him. So tell me have you ever done it with a boy?"

"No, never, in fact you're the only other boy I have let see me. When I saw you in the library I thought you looked so lonely I wanted to cheer you up and when I caught you looking up my skirt it made me all squishy and I wanted to show you more." 

"I've never even seen a girl before you and believe me I can't stop thinking about it. I go home and masturbate but when I'm done, I start thinking about you and get all hard again."

At the end of the semester we both went back home promising to hook up next year, Betty even said she might let me take her cherry. It never came to pass; my father had a heart attack early in the summer and I had to go into the family business to help out. I never did get back to college and although I visited a couple of times, I never could find Betty. What an idiot I'd been, I never even learned her last name, or where she lived. Just like that, she was gone from my life and I never found any girl like her. I didn't worry about Betty I know men like me are easy to find but women like Betty are rare and precious. 



She Lets Us Again After 5 Years



After another great session of making love, we lie in bed with Tracy in my arms. She continues to amaze me with the way she makes me feel and only gets better each time. She knows how to use what GOD gave her and she does every time. I love to watch, as well as feel, her sucking me. She has a way of making it look so delicious as well as feel so damn good. Her pussy is so hot and beautiful and I love burying my dick in it and filling her with my love juice. Her lips are a beautiful ruby color and soft and even softer after she has sucked one and the taste of her lips after is to die for. 

The thoughts of all of this and the thoughts of watching her do this is starting to arouse me again. I have watched her suck and fuck me and a friend of ours, it was the most erotic, and beautiful sight you have ever seen. She is a beautiful woman as it is and watching her with the two of us made her look more so if that is at all possible. She has since, 5 years ago, not shown any interest in that or any other kinky matter, which has had me frustrated tremendously. She enjoyed it immensely as she has said so but her interests have changed, she will not even look at porn on the TV or internet and she used to with me quite regularly. While I admit, I would not want threesomes every week once a month or two would be nice. I also noticed our lovemaking was hotter than it had ever been for some time after our threesome. 

Tracy has discovered my state of arousal and asks me what has caused this. Knowing she has no interest in hearing my perverted thoughts I tell her it is her. Still unconvinced she asks again and tells me to tell her what I'm thinking so I do as she starts to stroke my manhood. 

"Does having Eric join us mean that much to you?" she asks.

I tell her how much I think about it and how much I enjoy it. I also let her know that better than half of the time she gives me a blowjob that I'm thinking about it. Almost as many times as we make love I'm thinking of Eric's dick pounding her pussy. 

She seems a little distant as she moves down my belly and takes my hard on into her mouth and starts to work her magic. I knew I should have just shut up, she's in a bad mood now, but she's never given me a blowjob when she was upset over this stuff. 

She pulls off of my hard on and looks to me with a grin, "tell me whose dick I'm sucking, tell me what you fantasize about"

I'm dreaming! I must be or someone has taken over my wife. This has me in shock but quickly I recover and tell her how I love to watch her suck and fuck and would love to have Eric over again. With that, she licks my shaft to my balls and sucks them with fury and it feels so good. I tell her everything that is running through my mind, how I'd love to squirt my juices all over her lips and lick them off, how I love watching her suck Eric while I am pounding her pussy. How I like the feel and taste of her pussy and her lips after she has sucked and fucked me and/or Eric. 

I'm leaking my juices all over her by now, I see it shining on her cheeks and want to lick it off, and I want to explode in her mouth as well as her pussy. She knows this too as I have told her countless times and she remembers obviously as she moves to my face and kisses me allowing me to lick and suck her coated lips while stroking me with her hand. She uses her fingertips, collects drops of my juice on them, and brings them to my lips to taste and I do without hesitation. She drops back down to my hard, leaking and ready dick and takes it in her inviting mouth again as I feel myself spurt in her more and more. 

I'm so ready to explode with all of this going on and I tell her so. She makes no move to back off but gets into it with more enthusiasm as I warn her it is coming. After the first squirt she goes down on me all of the way and takes every last drop. 

With dick in her mouth going limp and drained she pulls off of me and moves to my mouth and kisses me, it's a cum kiss! She saved some and is sharing it with me and I am gladly taking it. This is all so damn hot. 

Once again, we're lying in the bed with me spent and her in my arms. She asks me if the thought of her sucking and fucking another guy was that big of a turn on. I let her know that it is. 

"So if I were to invite Eric over Friday and said I'd like to suck and fuck the two of you all day you wouldn't have a problem with it?"

"Heck no, it would be a dream come true, do you want to?"

"Just wondering, I only want you"

With that said, my thought start in high gear is she actually thinking about doing it or just appeasing me? I lay there thinking of the possibilities, the pleasure that the three of us would have and drift off to sleep.

I awake Friday morning and get ready for another day. Kids need to be feed and ready for school and two of them need a ride to school today. I let Tracy sleep, it is one of the few mornings that she can sleep in, one more week, the kids will be on Christmas break, and she can sleep in for two weeks. I decide to stop and get a haircut after dropping off the last of the kids and then head home. 

As I walk in the house, I see that Tracy is up already, so much for sleeping in. She is walking down the stairs and not only is she up but she has showered already. She gives me a kiss and thanks me for letting her sleep and comments on my haircut. 

"Why don't you go shower that hair off of you, he got quite a bit on you this time"

So I headed up the stairs and jumped into the shower. The shower felt good I must admit, as I haven't had one yet this morning. As I get out of the shower, I notice that the bedroom is straightened up some, strange but not that strange. I start toward my dresser as Tracy enters the room.

"You won't need any cloths" 

As soon as she enters, Eric follows her! My heart starts to beat fast and hard and speaking of hard my dick is pulsing and getting harder by the minute. Oh what a day this is going to be. 

Tracy is sitting on the chair undressing and Eric is doing the same. I sit on the bed and watch like a kid peeking in the girls shower waiting for what is next. Tracy gets up and motions for me to sit down in the chair as she gets on the bed and invites Eric to join her. I am watching with anticipation and excitement as she lays him down, looks into my eyes.

"I told you I would like to have just me and Eric 5 years ago, will you watch while I suck and fuck him?"

"Oh hell yes!"

With that said, she starts to nibble on his neck and ears as his hands are feeling her up. What a sight, I know, I am not normal, who in their right mind wants to watch their wife fuck and suck another guy but I do. She is working him good too, her hands on his manhood stroking it, they look so beautiful, her hands especially like this. They are both feeling each other up good, kissing and nibbling as she moves to his lips and pauses. A quick glance at me, my dick in hand, she plants a lip lock on him and his response is equal. This is so erotic I think to myself watching my wife seduce him while I stroke my raging hard on. As they break, she glances at me again and works her way down to his already leaking dick. A pause and a smile as she looks at his dick and then licks the head of it taking his precum with a moan of pleasure as well as one from him. With the head of his dick clean of all precum she goes down on him all the way and he his wiggling and moaning with extreme pleasure, I know this because I've had many of those and she is damn good.

My own dick is leaking profusely watching all of this as I take a finger, scoop some of my precum up, and lick it off of my finger. This is all so cool as I take my finger back for seconds. As I lick it off I notice Tracy is watching and seems to enjoy what she saw. I watch her lick his shaft and move to suck and lick his balls, now that feels good. As she does, Eric pulls her atop of him. I watch as they 69 each other, him licking her clit and fingering her pussy and her sucking his balls and dick. Her lips and chin are shining from all of his cum and it looks so hot. 

As I clean all of my precum, I see her looking at me, "I want that" her eyes pointing to my dick and I gladly oblige her. She takes my pulsing dick into her mouth and sucks it with a fury trying to get everything it has to offer out of it. As she releases my dick, she asks me to enjoy the show and continues to milk Eric's dick. After a solid 20 minutes she can take no more and rolls off of Eric and lies on the bed next to him.

"Fuck me, I want you in me"

With that said, he did just that. I watched as she spread her legs, her cute feet half in the air exposing that beautiful pussy of hers. Eric positions himself at her entrance and slowly sinks his 8" tool into her as they both let out moans of pleasure and ecstasy. The look on her face is just pure pleasure to me right now as Eric starts to thrust in and out of her speeding up some. This looks so damn hot, she looks hot, I love this her pussy filled and getting fucked, the sounds coming from their mouths and her telling him to fuck her are music. He's wanted to eat and fuck her for some time now and it show as he is fucking her like I've never seen and it is great. I wish she would have let me record this. Watching her in action is just a total thrill and she is enjoying it immensely from the looks of her face and her actions. 

I am leaking in a steady stream while watching them go at it. Her legs wrapped around him, her hand on the back of his head as she pulls him to her lips and they kiss while Eric continues pounding her pussy without skipping a beat. She breaks the kiss and holds him against her breasts, her feet bouncing off of his ass cheeks. This is so good. 

I hear her whisper in his ear "fuck me, I want you; I want all of you I want you to fuck me all you want"

This has just about got me to cream all over my hands as I hear him tell her: "you feel so good and I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I want to fuck you all day, I want to kiss, nibble, eat, and fuck you anytime I can"

I watch and listen to all of this as their fifteen minutes of passionate sex comes to an end. Eric lets her know he's going to cum and she begs him to fill her as she pulls him into her and he buries his dick in her. I hear moans coming from his and her mouth as he fills her pussy with his seed and figure out she too is having an orgasm. As their orgasms subside and Eric's dick goes limp in her he falls on her chest and she embraces him with her arms. 

Tracy looks to me with a smile, "I was going to ask if you liked that but I see you did." 

As Eric moves off of her she motions for me, "I want that," pointing to my dick. As I move to her pussy, she stops me. "No, I want that in my mouth."

Who am I to argue as I position myself she turns me around facing her pussy.

"You said you wanted to eat my pussy after Eric fucked me"

Without hesitation, I proceeded to eat her cream pie. It tastes rather good and bury my face in her cream filled pussy while she sucks my dick good. It's going to be quick I can feel it, it is ready to explode and I tell her so. With that said, I feel her suck harder on my dick and as I figured, he's ready. With only a couple of minutes of eating her cream pie and her lovely mouth working my more than ready dick I explode and she is taking every drop. After my orgasm subsides, I continue to eat her pussy as I feel her mouth move off of my dick. 

Eric moves to her mouth, kissing and licking her lips as he does. I wasn't expecting that and I damn sure wasn't expecting what happens next. I feel a mouth on my balls and one on my dick! Who's sucking what I don't know but it feels good. I pause eating my treat to look and see Eric on my half limp dick and Tracy on my balls. I could shoot again like this! After a good five minutes of this another hard on coming, I feel it and that is just what Tracy wants.

As my dick is almost hard again, she begs me to fuck her and I am more than happy to fill her wish. I slip the head of my dick into her pussy all hot and creamy feeling and plunge it in all the way. Ah, this feels so good, I've told her many times I love the way her pussy feels after it has been fucked and filled with cum. I start fucking her with a deep passion and kiss her lips hard. They taste and feel so good and she feels good. We break our kiss and Eric is right there with his dick in hand and semi hard. Tracy looks to me with a devilish smile.

"You said you would try it."

She's right, I did say that. I watch as she takes one of his balls in her mouth, she makes it look so good. As I fuck her silky smooth and hot pussy watching her suck his balls I take his semi hard dick into my mouth and work it. I start to feel it grow in my mouth and it feels weird but good at the same time. I can taste both of them on him and it tastes rather good I must admit as well as his dick doesn't feel bad. 

"Oh yes this feels good, fuck me, and suck him, it looks hot watching you to suck each other"

As I thrust my dick in and out of her wet and hot pussy, I suck Eric's dick more as he starts to pump my mouth even more as Tracy watches with an eager curiosity. Eric's balls hanging and swinging in front of her must have been too much for her. I pull off his dick and watch her take them one at a time and suck them then his dick. Oh, this is too much, watching her suck his dick this close and fucking her cum filled pussy. She pulls his dick out of her mouth and strokes it some while sucking one of his balls hard. I see leakage seeping out of the head of his dick. She's making him cum with her sucking. She sees this and offers his dick to me and I take it eagerly. The precum tastes pretty good I must admit and Tracy has told me this many times. Eric has a pumping motion going again as I suck him, Tracy sucks his balls, and I fuck her hot pussy. 

I can't take any more as I pull off Eric's dick and explode with a fury inside my wife's pussy filling her with yet another load of man seed. With Eric's dick free while I unload in her, she pulls me to her and we kiss. 

"That's it, give it to me I want it, fill me up"

That is what I do too. With me spent, Eric is ready for more. As I pull out of Tracy, she gets up, positions herself doggy style, and asks me to get under her. As I get into position, she goes down on me and I start to lick her cream pie. While eating her and her sucking me Eric moves in to fuck her. I stop and watch the head of his dick penetrate her vagina and his dick slowly disappears into her. What a sight it is. With a hand on each side of her waist, he proceeds to fuck her from behind as I watch and she sucks me. After many minutes of watching this, I start to lick her clit again, tasting a mixture of all three of us and loving it. 

Tracy is loving it too as her moans get louder and her sucking harder. Either she's getting ready to cum, Eric is leaking a lot or he's pumping our juices out of her. Whichever it is, I'm taking all I can get, and so are they. The three of us have been at this for a good five minutes as Tracy lets another flow of her juices go. As she does Eric pulls out of her, moves to her pussy, and starts to eat it as well. She loves it! Her cum continues to flow and he is drinking it up. He laps up his share and positions himself to penetrate her pussy again. 

I watch as his dick disappears into her again.

"Oh yes that's it fuck me, fuck me hard give it to me. I want you; want both of you to fuck me"

Fuck her he does as I watch with fascination at his gleaming dick going in and out of her. I myself tell him to fuck her and tell them both how hot and sexy it looks. I start on her clit again while occasionally licking his shaft. He too enjoys this. He's about to blow again. 

This took no time as he let me know he's ready and rams his dick deep into my wife's pussy. I feel it as he spurts his seed into her deep and deep I found out it was. 

"Your dick is in my cervix and I feel you Cumming in me," she says with a look of pleasure all over her face, which puts a look of pleasure on mine. 

We're all frozen in our tracks taking in the sights, sounds, pleasure, and good feelings of it all. Tracy with a dick in her pussy and another at her lips, Eric, with his dick buried in the hottest girl around and me with my dick at her lips, her delicious wet pussy above my face with a nice piece of meat stuffed in it. That looks HOT!

Eric slowly pulls out of her, his man meat glistening from all of the juices and half limp from the work out it has had. Tracy, moaning from the exit of his dick, not wanting him to pull it out. I think she'd sleep with it in her if she could, I wouldn't have a problem with it. Me, I want more, much more. I could get used to this easily if she'd let me. I myself don't see the problem, she gets it all, and so do I, hell, so does Eric. We're all good friends, she does love his dick and he, and I have been taken for brothers on many occasions. 

As the three of us get up to gather ourselves I let them both know that as long as I am present that they are welcome to fuck all they want. We all smile knowing that as good as our friendship is it just got better and Tracy knows how good our own love making is when we've had these threesomes before.

She runs into the bathroom to clean up some and Eric and I do the same with some towels lying by the bed. Tracy comes out of the bathroom with nothing on but a devilish smile. She's ready for more and so are we. 

As she passes, Eric he grabs her at her waist, and flips her facing away from him and bends her over the bed. He promptly drops to his knees and starts to eat her. I watch as she spreads her legs and gives him full access to her treasure. I stood watching as she started moaning and gyrating her hips as Eric continued to bury his tongue in her and turning me on. She sees this by the glistening tip of my dick and begs me to give it to her. Who am I to argue?

I barely got onto the bed and in position when she gobbled my leaking member and started to work her magic. It felt good, her sucking me, and moaning while Eric was putting some major oral on her vagina. This went on for some time, the three of us enjoying it all, as I started to pump her mouth with my now hard dick. I hear a note of sorrow come from her as I look to see why. Eric is hard and ready for some more of that beautiful pussy of hers. The moans are back and better as he slowly slides his manhood into her. Oh, she loves this, the taste and feel of the two of us, she's moaning more and more as Eric starts to pound her good. I can her, a bit of a wince in there once in a while, which means he is in her deep. I tell her I must watch and I get off the bed and do just that.

"Oh yes, fuck me fuck me, fuck me hard it feels so good, don't stop".

This is so damn hot, I love watching her fuck and she is getting fucked good and she loves it and so do I. Her gorgeous tits are bouncing with every slam he gives her. Watching her ass cheeks flex as she gets pounded is erotic also but all of this with her pleading to him to fuck her is almost too much, I feel like I could cum again already. He is fucking her hard and deep there is no doubt about it judging by her words. 

"Oh that's it fuck me baby, fuck my pussy good like there is no tomorrow, tear it up!" "I want you, I want you to fuck me all you want and I want that big dick of yours in me, give it to me, all of it" "fuck me harder, harder, pound me with that big dick".

All of this makes Eric pound even harder if that is possible. The dirty talk coming out of her mouth and the sight of them fucking has me on the edge and she knows and sees it. She looks at me with a big smile and licks her lips while I'm watching my beautiful wife getting fucked hard. 

"You like watching him fuck me"?

"Oh yea baby, I love it. Watching you suck and fuck him is hot and a turn on. I want to watch you two fuck anytime any place."




She Lets Us Again After 5 Years



"I want that cum on you dick, feed me your meat."

Who am I to deny her what she wants. I jump back on the bed and she wastes no time taking me into her soft, moist, luscious mouth. I'm going to explode in her mouth I can tell already. If she's lucky, and us, Eric and I will cum in her at the same time. She puts my hands on her head gesturing that she wants me to fuck her mouth. I think she wants just what I said, both of us to cum in her at the same time. I take the hint and start to pump her mouth with my dick leaking cum almost constantly as Eric and I get into a good rhythm and she starts moaning uncontrollably. She's working us both and I think I know why, it's time for her. 

I'm right, she is ready, and wastes no time spilling her warm juices all over Eric as the rhythm slows a bit while she finishes her orgasm. With moans of pleasure all around, Eric and I start our pace back up and she gets into rhythm with us. Eric is pounding the hell out of her pussy and she not only wants it but loves it. Her mouth is working its magic only too well as I begin to pick up the pace and she knows what's cumming. She isn't pulling back a bit as I let her know that it is cumming. She goes down on me all the way and the sight and feel of everything must have been enough for Eric as he buried his dick deep into my wife's pussy and emptied his load of nectar into her. Her she is with a dick in each end and simultaneously taking a load from the two dicks she loves. She has her hands on my ass cheeks so as to not let me pull out and as I look at Eric, she has one of her legs lifted behind him using her cute little foot to hold him in. She must really love this.

She finally lets us loose and I hurry to watch Eric pull his log out of her. The sight of his dick all shiny from their cum pulling out of her is hot. She lays on the bed in exhaustion, her pussy dripping from orgasms. I look to her face and it looks so happy, serene, and content with a little wetness from my load on her lips and chin. I move to clean it for her and she lip locks me and thanks me. She pulls herself up and does the same to Eric. 

With all of us slightly exhausted, we clean up and decide to go to the garage for a cigarette and a drink, naked! This is so cool and I wish it would not end but we all know that all good things must end, but it isn't ending now!