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The Homecoming

By: venus_can



This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to characters and places is purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy this story.

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As I hung up the telephone, a shiver of excitement ran through me. My brother was coming to stay with me. All I could think of was, how once again, when I needed help, he stepped up. 

I was a student at the local university and along with two other friends had rented a house. All three of us were from out of town. Last month, one of them had dropped out of school, she was returning home to marry her long-time sweet heart. With my income from my part-time job, it was a crunch, but I was still able to get by without increasing Julie's rent. Now just an hour ago, Julie had announced, she was moving to Australia. She planned to hike through Australia and New Zealand and then stay in Australia for a few years. I was stunned. I was near tears, wondering how was going to be able to pay the rent and attend school. I was pondering this question as I played with my navel ring, when the telephone rang. I answered on the second ring. A warm male voice greeted me and said "You will not believe what I am about to say!" It was my brother. He was coming to town. He had been offered a position at the University as a Research Assistant. Along with that he was going to pursuing his Ph.D. in Electrical Engineering. He further said, if I did not have any objections, he would be willing to stay at the house and pay his portion of the rent. I could not believe my ears! Not only was he coming to live with me, he was going to be paying the rent as well. I yelled into the telephone "YES!!! I would love for you to be around."

My brother has always been my hero. At 6'4", he is athletic and with rugged features, very handsome. He is about ten years older than I am and right from the time I can remember, he has always been there for me. My Dad died just after I was born. My Mom went through a series of boyfriends, most of whom were just good for nothing. She finally settled on one guy who moved in with us. I must have been about seven years old, when he came home one day totally drunk. He started to make lewd comments about my Mom and I and made a move to touch me inappropriately. I started to cry. Hearing me cry, my brother came out of his room with a baseball bat. He threatened to kill the drunk if he ever so much as looked at me. I was so scared to sleep in my room that night, that I went to my brother's room and snuggled up against him. With his big arms around me, I felt very safe. I moved away from my Mom and her boyfriend as soon as I was sixteen and my brother left soon after. We kept in touch and made it a point to see each other at least once a year. I felt proud to be his sister, very grateful to have such a loving, kind and handsome brother.

Julie left a few days later and I was looking forward to my brother Josh's arrival. I had been feeling lonely, since my boyfriend had gone to South Africa for months. Joe came home one Saturday afternoon. I gave him a big hug and his arms felt wonderful around me. I asked him about his girlfriend Lisa and wondered when she was going to come. In his usual calm way, he said,"Well Lisa and I are no longer together. Maybe it was for the best." Slight tears welled up in my eyes, thinking of him alone and wondering how lonely he must be feeling. I showed Josh his room and the bathroom close by. Joe wanted to take a shower. I went about doing my chores and I noticed that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. The shower had stopped and I caught sight of Josh towelling himself dry. His back was to the door and I could not get over how magnificent his body looked. Those firm butt cheeks looked so wonderful that I had to stop myself from opening the door and running my hands over them. I stood there mesmerized, as he grabbed his denim shorts and put them on. I could not believe my eyes that my brother was wearing his shorts without underwear. Realizing that I would be caught if I stood near the doorway, I hurried walked away. I could not shake the image of his wonderful body. I had to run into the bathroom to relieve my mounting tension. I put that down to the fact that I had been left to my own devices for sex, since the departure of my boyfriend to Johannesburg, 3 weeks ago. I threw my wet panties into the hamper and decided to change my top. I removed my bra and not surprisingly, my nipples were hard. I fondled them again pinching them with my fingers. I had the strange vision of Josh's hands fondling my breasts, while my boyfriend looked on. After I came, I wiped myself clean, threw some cold water on my face and shook my head, determined to put my new found feelings for Josh. I wore a white tank top with slightly generous arm holes and a pair of short shorts to show off my legs. I have a 34C-28-36 figure and rather tall at 5'10".

We decided to go to the mall and we walked around as I looked for bargains. A few times I wanted to try out a few clothes. We walked into a store and I found this lovely dress. There sides were slit all the way up, almost to the hips while the back was low, practically to the top of my butt. The front was a criss cross across my breasts, while the side were open. I wanted the dress, but looking at the price tag, decided against it. Josh looked at me and said, "At least why don't you try it out?" As I was trying it out, the sales girl knocked on my door and said, "Your boyfriend wants to see you wearing the dress. He has already paid for it as well." I started to say that my boyfriend was in Johannesburg when I realized she mistook Josh for my boyfriend. I let it pass and came out to show him. His eyes opened wide and he had a big smile. I smiled back and kissed him on his mouth,"Thanks honey." I had the sales girl pack up the dress and we left hand in hand. Once we had left the store, I told him that the sales girl had thought he was my boyfriend. Later that night, when I went to bed, I kept dreaming of Josh's body and dreamt that I had his erect cock in my mouth. That dream was so hot that I ended up masturbating until I came. 

The following day, there was an envelope from Johannesburg. I was excited to receive mail from Chris, even more than his e-mails. I opened the letter and started reading with great anticipation. The letter was to the point. Chris wrote that he had fallen in love with South Africa. In addition he had also met someone who shared his interests and passions. Much as it hurt him, he felt that ending our relationship and going our separate ways was the for the best. I was speechless. I felt as if I had been struck. I re-read the letter, just to see if it was a joke. I felt sick to my stomach and threw up. I called in sick at my part-time job and said I would probably need about a week before I would be back. I sat on the couch, staring off into space. Thats how my brother found me when he got home. 

As soon as he walked in, he knew something was wrong. I showed him the letter, which had brought me so much sorrow. Josh walked away, busy preparing food. He sat beside me, forcing me to talk. As we started to talk, I started to cry. All my pent-up emotions came down as tears. I rested my head on his shoulders and cried all over again. He forced me to eat some food and drink lots of fluids. I went to my bed and lay down. After I had slept for about one hour, I had nightmares and started crying all over again. I walked into Josh's bedroom and crawled into his bed. I wanted his warm hands around me and his body next to mine. Just like the old days, I fell asleep when I was with Josh. This went on a few weeks and gradually I got over Chris. I found that I was happy to be around Josh, who made sure that I never felt lonely. His warmth and tenderness made me fight off the depression and fill that void in my life.

One Saturday evening, after a day filled with working around the yard and the house, I stood near the bathroom when Josh was taking his shower. I again noticed his well built body. This time, though, Josh turned around, but his eyes were covered by his towel, since he was drying his hair. I noticed his cock, erect and full of life. I figured it must have been at least 8 inches long. I ran my tongue over my lips and felt a wet sensation in me. I ran into my own bathroom and masturbated myself a few times in the shower. I wanted to touch his cock and run my tongue over that thick long piece of meat. I wore a tank top and a mini-skirt. I wore no underwear. We went out to the patio and Josh made hamburgers on the grill. Due to the warmth, Josh was not wearing a shirt. A few times, when I bent down in front of him, he got a view of my breasts. It was also cleat to him that I was braless. I noticed a slight stir in his shorts. A few times I patted him on his butt, gently massaging him. I determined that he was not wearing underwear either. 

We sat down on the patio across from each other. There was a strange silence between us. I lifted my legs and placed them on his lap, complaining that my feet were sore. Josh promised that he would give me a foot massage later in the evening. I began to rub my foot again his crotch, I grabbed his cock thru his shorts and rubbed it between my toes. I raised my other foot and rubbed his nipples with my big toe. He gently grabbed my feet in his hands and put them down. He kissed my forehead and said, "You know I am your brother." Later that evening, we watched a movie on TV and then went to bed. I could not sleep. Lying on my bed, naked, all I could think of was Josh's cock and how wonderful it would feel inside me. I made up my mind and headed over to Josh's bedroom. I slipped under the covers and snuggled against him. I could feel Josh's erection through his thin cotton shorts. I pulled it down with trembling fingers.

I sat up and holding the fully erect penis in my hands, kissed it. I could taste the wetness of his pre-cum. It was sightly salty to taste and smooth to touch. I ran my tongue over the cock from the tip to the base. I touched his balls with my hands, while I took the entire length of the shaft into my mouth. I felt the tip touch the base of my throat. I straddled on Josh's chest, resting my wet pussy rest on each of Joshs nipples. Slid back some more, until my pussy was over Josh's mouth, pressing his lips against my pussy lips. After a slight hesitation, I felt his tongue, in my pussy. I felt him extend the tongue deep in my pussy and explore. I began to move my face over Josh's cock up and down and moved my hips against his face. We settled down into a rhythm and soon he was fucking me with his tongue. I came with a force, drenching his face with my cum. I could feel Josh was getting ready to cum as well and I increased my speed. He came soon, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it all, licking up the rest, I climbed down and both of us fell asleep. I woke up in the morning, feeling Josh next to me. I watched him wake up and head to the bathroom for his pee. When he came back, I noticed, he had an erection again. As soon as he lay down, I felt his hardness. I turned over and straddled him. I held my pussy open with fingers as I impaled myself on him. This time, he ran his fingers over my nipples, caressing them, pinching them. I was in heaven. This time we made love slowly and deliberately, taking the time to enjoy ourselves and each other's bodies. After we were spent, we went to the shower together, cleaning each other, and making love again. 

Josh and I have been living together for many years now as lovers. We seemed to have found ideal partner in each other. Josh was really home.

The Homecoming



"Hot Springs Rehabilitation Center," a friendly but familiar female voice said.

"Third floor house parent Mrs. J's office please," I said excitedly.

"One moment," the voice replied.

"Hello?" Mrs. J said in her friendly southern accent.

"Hey Mrs. J, it's Karen, Mat around?" I asked happily.

"He sure is, I just saw him a few minutes ago heading to his room, I'll go get him for you, hold on Hun," she replied in her usual happy manner.

I heard the familiar clunk of the phone and distant voices which had become quite routine for me over the past few months. Then as the phone went down, came the silence. Silence and waiting is what I both feared and was excited by. It was fear that my love would be out on the town with his friends, but the anticipation of hearing his voice, which had always excited me.

He had a strong southern accent with a manly tone. I was so attracted to him. More now then when we first met over a camera on the Internet on August 9th, 2001.This was to be our last telephone conversation for a while. The date was December 19th and a day and a half later we would finally be able to hold each other for the first time. It was a day I was both looking forward to but also dreaded.

Suddenly I was jolted into awareness again. Being lost in my own thoughts as I once again heard the phone being clunked around and picked up.

"Ya ready Karen? I'll transfer you to the other phone," I heard Mrs. J say.

"Uh, uh, yeah thanks," I said still kind of lost in my own thoughts that this situation that seemed just a mere fantasy was going to actually happen.

"Hey baby!" I heard Mat say excitedly.

"Hi hun how was your day?" I asked.

"It was okay, busy with all the preparations for graduation and packing to come see y'all, y'know, that kind of stuff," He replied.

He sounded happy but worn out.

"So are you happy the day is almost here that you graduate, get out of that place and come to see me?" I asked trying to shift some of my uneasiness away from myself.

I wasn't afraid of meeting him per se. Just the feeling of we had built something so strong I was afraid of him being disappointed when he met me. I not totally being what he envisioned or perceived me to be. I only wanted to make him happy and be the almost perfect woman he has always desired.

"Yeah I am, I'll miss the friends I've made here though, we promised to keep in touch as much as possible," he sounded a little regretful and homesick already.

I understood this as I have been in that very position when I was a child going to school and living in Montreal, Quebec.

"Well things'll be okay sweetie" I tried to assure him, not knowing if I was making any headway but trying hard to make him feel better.

The conversation lasted about another ten minutes. With us talking about his family's reluctance in him leaving the United States for Canada and his friends, our plans for the first couple of days we were together and the usual teasing of him on me. With him breathing into the phone faking orgasmic ecstasy. As usual I giggled and dismissed it as just him fooling around. I had no idea of all the wonderful sensations and feelings I was about to receive at the hands of this wonderful man I was about to receive once we had met. After all he was not experienced in matters of the flesh as I was. Who would have thought that I was about to have my thoughts challenged with such unbridled passion and sensuality that before were nothing but a wonderful, sexually fulfilling fantasy.

"Well Angel it's about 9:25pm here now and I'm fixin' to go okay baby?" he said in an almost apologetic way. We both hated this part. But we knew all the good-byes would all be but a distant memory soon.

"Okay I love you, get some sleep, enjoy your graduation, don't forget names and address's and phone numbers and I'll see you soon. Tell everyone I said bye and thanks and we'll send pictures as soon as we can. Try to sleep on the bus ride down," I told him.

"Okay Angel," Mat replied.

I loved it when he called me that. I mean I was used to pet names but no one ever called me that. He made me feel so special and loved.

"You have Heidi's cell phone number right?" I asked one more time to be sure.

"Uh huh," he said.

"Good, call me at the half way point," I urged.

"I sure will Angel, I love you baby and I'll see you soon," he said.

"Okay baby I love you and have a safe trip, tell your family not to worry, I wouldn't dream of letting anything happen to you that I can control," I replied not really wanting to let him go but knowing I had no choice.

"I will baby, love you m'bye" he said in his southern drawl.

The next day and a half went by without incident. I went about my usual business of helping out Heidi and just plain hanging out. The only thing that was not altogether unusual but frustrating was the restless sleep. For me though that was normal. Ever since I lived with my father as a child and was only visited by my mother once or twice a year that became a natural occurrence, fuelled by constant butterflies of anxious excitement.

He had called and now I was just waiting for the rest of the night to go by so I could go to sleep and await his arrival. He had said his bus was about to arrive around 6 pm the following evening.

The night was calm and the children had gone to sleep without argument. It was a nice change from my already jumpy nerves.

The next day Heidi and myself ran around the house cleaning like insane maids, getting ready to make sure everything was as perfect as it could be for Mat's arrival considering there were two children who loved making a mess around.

Around 4 o'clock I ran up or better yet climbed the stairs as fast as I could, and called to Heidi to come up and help me.

"What should I wear?" I beamed.

"Hmmmm," she wondered as she sifted through my very limited wardrobe.

"How about this?" she asked, holding up the different articles of clothing.

"It's as good as I'm going to get I guess, only have an hour and forty-five minutes left, I better hop in the shower," I said.

With that statement she left, I exited my room and steadied myself on the toy box placed outside my bedroom door so no children could get in and go through my things.

I ran the bathtub and washed my hair and body, then shaved. Climbing out of the bath onto the floor to dry off, I felt increasingly more nervous. With ever preparation I made to look as perfect as I could I knew I was one step closer to looking into those gorgeous blue eyes I had so badly missed. The thought of looking into them made my lips burn and my body shiver in delight. I have so longed for his kiss, his touch, and his caress. I knew with every pore of my body he would show me how to love someone in ways I never dreamed.

Shaking myself back to reality and out of my fantasy I hurriedly toweled off and proceeded to get dressed. I decided on black leather pants, black socks, a lacy black bra and panties and my Harley Davidson t-shirt that was about two sizes too small.

"That should catch his attention, not really showing anything but yet giving him enough to look at to make him wonder," I thought to myself smiling a devilish grin. I knew he liked my personality and my heart, but physically I think the tough girl, party animal image turned him on.

After I dressed I had brushed my teeth, mouth washed, deodorized, perfumed almost every crevice of my body. I was so hell bent on achieving perfection for this man I felt as if I was preparing to meet my rock star idol.

Then I began to finish with the hair and make-up process. I knew this was going to take awhile as I had wanted to get it just right.

When it was all said and done I had about forty-five minutes to spare. Technically I had about twenty-five as Scott Heidi's boyfriend, Heidi and myself were going to the bus station downtown twenty minutes early as to already be there when his bus pulled in.

I had decided to return back to my bedroom and smoke a cigarette and listen to some up beat music to combat my nervousness. After about two cigarettes and a couple of my favorite tunes I heard Scott call to me from downstairs.

I quickly put on my leather jacket and Doc Martens, laced them and double checked my wallet for cab fare as Scott as only dropping myself and Heidi off.

"Get the lead out woman, we gotta go or we're going to be late!" Scott shouted.

He was always teasing me. I enjoyed this though as I had not had brothers that treated me like I was a friend. They were always acting like authority figures.

I exited my room and locked the door, crawled to the stairs and began to descend them. Scott and Heidi were waiting at the bottom with my wheelchair and ready to go.

"Okay let's jet!" I said as I buckled the seatbelt to my chair.

The ride there was uneventful. Just me practically chain smoking and Heidi and Scott in the front seat talking about the usual: Scott's work, his band, the kids, and bills that needed to be paid and when. Typical relationship conversation.

Finally we arrived. Scott got out unpacked my chair from the trunk and put it together. Then he came and opened the backseat door to let me out. Heidi was already standing by his side waiting for me. I buckled myself in and Scott helped me up the curb to where people waited for others to either get on or off the bus. He kissed Heidi good-bye and walking away got back into the car. Heidi walked away from me towards the car and tapping on the driver's side window motioned for Scott to roll the window down.

"Be home in about an hour okay hun? love you," she quipped and kissed him again.

"Okay love you too," he called as he was rolling up the window and driving away.

By the time I saw his car at the corner, Heidi was back at my side. Now all there was to do was wait. This was the moment I had waited five and a half months for. I had conflicting emotions, fear, excitement, and sheer joy and of course very aroused. Heidi and I spent our time making small talk but staying away from the topic at hand that was about to unfold. I think she was doing it on purpose to help me stay calm. Her plan, if that is what it was, half worked.

Two minutes to six and I saw the Greyhound bus he was supposed to be on pull in. My heart felt like it had jumped into my throat and the butterflies were more active then usual. I automatically scrambled into my purse feverishly searching for my cigarettes and lit one.

The door to the bus seemed to open in slow motion. The driver got out and walked to the side of the bus and opened the baggage compartment and began to unload the barrage of luggage that was held within for the persons getting off at that particular destination.

Then I saw HIM. It was Mat. I hadn't seen his face in months but I knew it was he. He hadn't noticed me yet as he was helping the driver collect what belongings of his he could carry.

Oh even from the back and far away he was gorgeous. I couldn't wait for that first look, first word, and first touch.

Then the driver without looking in my direction and without Mat looking up he pointed in which direction Mat was to go in. He began to walk towards me, head down, one of his bags snug over his shoulder. Even with his head down I noticed a small sexy smile, spread across his well-shaped lips. He licked them slowly, almost seductively. I noticed something shiny as he stuck the tip of his tongue out to do so. It was the sun glinting off his barbell of his pierced tongue. I thought I would melt all the snow that surrounded me on the ground at that very sight and the heat that arose deep within my body.

He still didn't look up, as he bent down and placed his bag on the cold cement beside me. He stood back up, put his hands that should have been ice cold over mine that were placed gently in my lap and said.

"Hey Angel, greetings from Arkansas," he said softly but excitedly. I thought he was going to laugh but he didn't. I sat there feeling as if I had suddenly gone mute, staring into his blue eyes as clear, soft and magnificent as ocean waters and watching his lips as he spoke. 

I felt Heidi nudge me and she looked at Mat and said rather amused at the way I was acting, "She's a little nervous," she giggled.

I tore my gaze off his eyes, but still holding his hands and feeling the intense energy coming from them.

"Hey sweetheart," I replied as I nearly tugged at his hands to pull him towards me to hug him.

He wrapped his arms around me with one leg on either side of my chair almost straddling me. Then he pulled away although not completely and looked into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then softly he placed his lips to mine. He lingered on them, gently licking as he kissed me all the while never removing his lips from mine. I felt my body start to sweat, flush and completely relax.

Heidi went to go look at the town map she had seen a million times before to give us some privacy. 

Finally he pulled away and looked deeper into my eyes, almost penetrating my soul, smiled and said, " God you taste good baby, I can't wait to see what the rest of you tastes like," he said with a little grin.

I was really aroused now. The combination of the intensity of his eyes, his accent, his erotic vocabulary, scent and touch was enough to send any woman much less myself into a frenzy of lust. Plus I had a thing for men in black, and he wore a black leather trench coat that stopped mid -thigh, black button down shirt, black belt with silver clasp and black semi baggy pants. I wanted to eat him alive right then and there but I managed to exercise control. For now.

We had only spent about ten minutes at the bus station sizing each other up and well..........teasing each other, both of us giving the other a glimpse of what we both secretly desired would come later, but were too afraid to admit.

"Hide, we should think about getting back, I'm starving," I remarked.

"Yeah and I don't want Scott to worry either, besides should go home and check on Elaina anyway," she said.

We called the cab and waited. When it arrived we piled Mat's belongings he had into it. Then the driver put me in and Mat sitting on the bucket seat behind me while Heidi got in the front. When we were all settled, we were off, back to Heidi's once again. 

Back at the homestead we all decided to order pizza that night as Heidi didn't feel like cooking for all those people. The remainder of the evening was spent sitting around and talking, getting to know each other, having a few drinks and watching movies.

The children were put to bed around seven and at around 10:30 Heidi and Scott decided to retire for the evening as well.

"Well we're all alone now sweetheart, what would you like to do? " I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck in the dim light of the living room.

"Whatever your heart desires Angel...I'm already doing what I want.... being close to you," he said calm and lovingly as he held me close to his chest and kissed my forehead.

"How about we go upstairs, listen to some music and talk?" I suggested.

"Anything that includes you pretty lady sounds wonderful to me, let's go then...I would carry you Angel but I would be afraid I would drop you and I never want to hurt you, even by accident," he said with a little regret in his eyes. He wanted nothing more then to carry me in his arms to our temporary love nest and knowing he was unable to disturbed him greatly.

We got up and ascended the stairs to what was not only mine now, but our bedroom temporarily. Once there we put all the country Cd's in that we could think of that we would like that I had and listened to them all. But our song "Let's Make Love" by Faith Hill and her husband Tim McGraw was the only one being played over and over in our hearts.

We spent hours talking about the things we had already told each other a million times, our friends, family, how we grew up, past relationships, things we regretted and would do over again if given the chance and our hopes and dreams.

About 12:30 that same evening I told him to wait in the bedroom as I had to use the ladies room and also wanted to change into something a little more comfortable.

When I returned he was sitting on my four-poster wrought iron bed, his legs to his side, tucked neatly under him as he sat reading a book that he had noticed in my room that caught his eye. He didn't hear me as I entered and moved about the room therefore he never looked up from the book he found.

I busied myself lighting candles. Then I shut off the lamp and climbed onto the bed, smoothed the black negligee with the red roses on it and brown leaves and got into a comfortable position in front of him on the bed before he had a chance to look up from his book.

He strained to see what he was reading in the dim candlelight even though he was wearing his glasses it was still difficult for him to see and that is what caused him to look up.

He began to twitch his nose as if he were searching for where a particular scent was coming from.

I was now seated in front of him again with my legs outstretched and off to the side the same as he. One hand placed in my lap, the other used to steady myself. Half of my black hair with a tinge of purple hair fell over my shoulder onto my chest which appeared more ample then it was because of the slight padding and under wire of my negligee, while the rest of my hair dangled loosely behind me cascading down the bare flesh of my back.

He finally placed the book aside and looked up. The look of surprise and definite pleasure spread across his soft, sensual features. His blue eyes shot open, then softened, as he appeared to be looking at something so deliciously wonderful that he could not bare to gaze upon it any longer but yet all the same could not bare to look away.

"Wow Angel! You look beautiful," he said as he licked his lips full with desire.

"Thank you sweetheart you're not so bad yourself," I remarked with a sly smile as I peered into his blue eyes.

Silence fell upon us for a long while, as we could not speak what we truly were feeling at the moment but both of us knowing, feeling, wanting and definitely craving the passion that was so unmistakenably brewing between us. Mat was the first to break the silence.

"May I kiss you again my sweet Angel?," he asked as he leaned closer to me.

Before I could respond his lips were upon me firm but gentle and ever so passionate. I lay my hand on the open part of his shirt against his soft, hot skin. I parted my lips slightly as his hot, wet, delicate pierced tongue expertly explored, thrusted, teased and tasted every crevice within my wanting mouth. Hearing the soft 'ting' as the barbells of both our tongue piercings mingled as we kissed. He kissed me until I felt as if the very core of my being would explode and my hot, moist center would beg if it indeed had a voice of it's own for his touch. The only sounds I was able to hear any longer was his breathing which was growing deeper and shallower and my ever-quickening heartbeat. I tried to keep calm; to exert some sense of control over my lust, but this man was making me lose myself in his passion.

I moved my hand down his chest and another button on his black shirt popped free. He reluctantly moved away from my lips and looked into my eyes.

"Is this what you want baby? To let your hands feel all of me? .... go ahead...don't be afraid. I decided to give you all of me the moment I met you, I need you to touch me Karen," he said as he took my hand and placed it on his shoulder and sliding it down his arm in a slow seductive movement as the garment fell away from his body. Taking my hand again after allowing the garment to fall away he placed my hand on his collarbone, down to the waist of his pants and back up again.

"Mmmmmm...yeah babe that feels sooooo good...yeah I love it when you stroke my body," he moaned as his eyes closed for a moment then reaching his hand out again placed it on the nape of my neck at the back, entwined his fingers in my hair and pulled me to him again. His lips upon me yet again they traveled to the side of my face, down to my neck, to my earlobe and back again.




The Homecoming



"M...m...mmmm...g...g...god baby I don't know how much more I can take of this Mat your making me crazy," I murmured.

"That's how I want you to feel pretty lady, delirious with desire, and do you know how hard you make me? I want you. I'm fixin' to make you love your body as much as I love it. Let me show you how to love yourself through my touch," he said in a soft growl as he moved his hand from my neck to my breast. I could feel my nipples harden instantly from underneath the padding that incased my breasts in my negligee and the heat from his hands.

Taking my hand once again he placed it on the front of his pants, squeezing it gently over his throbbing manhood that was incased in his pants and aching to be freed and caressed.

"I told you I wanted you and loved you darlin', but I never got the chance until now to show you, let me show you how a woman of your beauty should be loved but was deprived, but first let me totally reveal myself to you, then I want to explore the wonderful secrets of your pleasure that you have let no other man see," he swooned.

With that he got off the bed and removed his pants, standing naked and handsomely hard at the side of the bed. I moved to the side of the bed as well and hung my legs over the side and parted them so I could beckon him closer to me.

I pulled him to me and began planting slow, leisurely kisses as far up upon his body as I could reach. Just above his belly button and around it I licked and kissed him softly. Running my face slightly across his pubic hair and kissing the inside of his thighs, I started up again moving toward his hard cock about to take him into my mouth to give him back some of the pleasure he had given me, when suddenly he pulled away from me.

"Not yet my love, there will be plenty of time for my own pleasures, for now my only desire is to satisfy the woman I love," he whispered his eyes intense with pleasure, a brighter blue then they were before.

For a moment he turned away, my own passion and the wetness growing between my legs ascending into maddening desire and lust. He brought the little white plastic stool to the side of the bed and placed a towel on it. My mind swimming from all the wonderful sensations. The ache in my soul to be as one with him was almost unbearable.

"Now the time has come Angel that I may taste your sweet nectar and our love for one another, allow me to help you reveal to me all the beauty in which you hold that your clothing shields from my eyes," he said.

Seated on the stool in front of me he began to slowly pull down the straps of my negligee planting slow, gentle kisses on my shoulders as he did so. Slipping it off completely from the top portion of my body, exposing my not so firm breasts and goose pimpled nipples.

"Your definitely a beautiful sight my love," he murmured as he bent his head down to gently suck and nibble at the flesh of my nipples. Then he pulled back, licked, pulled back and drew a slow steady stream of cool air onto my moistened nipples.

"How does that feel Angel?, does that please you?," he asked.

"Ooooohhhhh oooo. ......Mmmmm," was all I managed to say.

He then repeated this with my other breast. When he was done he trailed soft wet kisses all the way down my stomach to the waistband of my lace panties.

Getting off the bed, he sat on the towel that was placed on the stool. He looked me over for a minute. A mixture of lust and love swept over my passion filled face.

As I lay naked except for my panties, on my back on the bed he placed his hand on my chest between my breasts. In slow motion he began to run it down my body, over my sides, down to my hips, up over my stomach again and between my legs.

"Hmmm Angel your so wet for me. I enjoy seeing you in such a pleasurable state. Now tell me, do you want me to make your fantasy a reality? Would you like to feel my pierced tongue lick at your secret place? Say to me "Oh yes Mat I want you to lick my hungry pussy with your wet tongue" and I shall do it, I'll make you cum till your exhausted," he growled in his thick southern accent.

"Yes, oh yes Mat I want you to lick my hungry pussy with your pierced tongue," I cried out.

"Your wish is my command, lift that beautiful ass of yours so I can take your panties off," he said matter of factly.

I helped him pull them past my hips and pull them down. He slipped them off and dropped them on the floor.

"God Mat! Do it! Do it now! I can't stand it," I pleaded.

"Just relax and enjoy Angel. I am every bit a southern gentleman. I want to take my time and savor my first time making love to such a beautiful woman, open your legs and place them on my shoulder's my love," I said.

He started with two fingers in my secret place. My body began to thrash about and I began to roll my hips. He dipped his head closer to blow a warm breath on my pussy and with his fingers he parted my nether lips that shielded the tiny pink pulsating nub. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of my wet pussy in long strokes as he sucked gently at the nub and licked at the folds of my nether lips. When the warm steel that pierced his tongue hit the tiny nub the heat built up inside me and I felt as if I was about to explode, but forced myself to calm. He removed his fingers from inside me and sucked at them. The entire time never letting his gaze leave mine as I watched him suck my sweet juices from his fingers.

"You taste so good baby.... so sweet," he grinned.

He took my hands and lifted me so that I was once again in a sitting position. He kissed me again, the taste of my juices, my wetness still strong on his lips and tongue. His chin glistened with the juice of my desire. Laying me back down once again onto my back he said to me.

"I'm not done with you yet precious, lay back and let me pleasure you again," he told me as he placed his hand behind my neck to ease me back on my back.

He began to lick me once again, the sensation of the warm steel of his tongue ring penetrating my very soul. My hips began to writhe as he drove me closer to climax.

"Mat honey I can't take it anymore, I need to feel you inside me! Please baby, please make love to me," I pleaded.

He stood up and I changed positions, bringing my legs back on the bed. I looked over at my handsome; blue eyed southern knight to join me on the bed. Instead he stood there in all his nakedness stroking his long slender pulsating cock. Smiling a devilishly sexy grin he said.

"What? Is this what you want? You want to feel my throbbing cock in your juicy little pussy don't you Angel?," He asked his eyes intense with lust and wanting.

"Yes...mmmm.... yes...c'mon baby...I want you...fuck me!," I begged.

He climbed onto the bed at my feet once again. Starting at my knees he placed soft wet kisses all along my body. He kissed my pussy lips and ran his hand along it, trailing his lips back up to my stomach to kiss me there and then all the way back to my lips as he kissed me passionately our tongues dancing with one another's. He eased his body onto mine, his body so warm on mine it felt as if it was aflame. I surely thought I would cum just looking at his eyes, listening to his rapid aroused breathing and the smell of his skin.

I opened my legs as far as they would go and wrapped them around his waist. His head bent down to kiss me again.

"I love you, y'know, I'm so glad I met you and came down here," he said lovingly as he took his hand and put it around his cock and again sought out my wet opening and gently in a slow long stroke he entered me.

"Ohhhhhh yes Mat...mmmmmm baby your cock feels so good inside me," I said as I reached for his neck again to pull him to me to kiss him once again.

"Mmmmmmmm yeah baby ......mmmmmm I know, your so tight, warm, wet for me honey, I never knew it would feel this good," he said as he thrust into me alternating between slow long strokes and shallow fast pulses of his hard cock. Moaning and throwing his head back, mouth open, eyes closed through clenched teeth trying hard to hold back screams of ecstasy and the orgasm that that was inevitably close at hand within him.

Grabbing his hips and pulling him into me, grinding my hips in a slow circular motion, grabbing at his back, my nails digging into his flesh...I was so lost in ecstasy that I was unaware that I was hurting him.

"The nail's darlin'...the nail's...grab the bed darlin'...ummm...yeah...ooooo.... yeah...sooo wet...sooo tight...yeah baby I love fucking you," he grunted, his words broken by his rapid breathing.

"Uh...uh...so...don't...stop.... please...mmmmm...yess...oh god baby.... I.... I...I'm...g....g....gonna ....c....c....cum baby...faster...harder...don't..S...s.... stop," I gasped my moans coming louder then I wished them to, I tried to quiet myself by burying my face in his chest that was now soaked with sweat.

Plunging deep and hard, fast into me, his pace quickened but remained even, I felt his body tense overtop of me and he began to shake.

"Oh god Angel...ummmm...oh god...oh...goddamn you feel so fucking good...yess...uh.... uh...urgh.... oh god baby...ohhhh ...I...I...I'm...s.... s...sorry...I.... I...I wanted to make it last...but y...y.... you...just h...have me so worked up...I.... I...I'm gonna cum baby," his body shook and tensed; with a muffled loud grunt he climaxed spilling his seed of lust inside of me.

Collapsing on top of me, spent from an earth-shattering climax I held him tight as he laid his head on my sweat soaked chest. His breathing slowly returning to normal, sweat pouring from his body. I brushed away the damp hairs from his forehead and kissed him.

"Damn baby! That was great, was I ok?" he asked, his voice still a bit raspy.

"You were wonderful," I replied.

"That was the best home coming I have ever experienced and I love you too. I don't have any regrets," he said as he kissed me again and rolled off me to lie at my side.

I turned away from him to lie on my side and he snuggled close to my body, molding his to mine. I turned my head in his direction to kiss him one more time.

"Goodnight babe, sweet dreams," I said.

"You too my Angel.... I always have sweet dreams of...you," he said as he kissed me back and we settled into a peaceful sleep holding each other...finally...together.



The Homecoming



Chapter 1 

It had been a long winter. Never had Annie thought that she would have missed her son not being around. She had hoped that military school would be the perfect tool to shape this 19 year-old boy into a man of strength and confidence. The house was in perfect order. She had been pacing the floors nervously trying to think through how she was going to greet him now that he was almost grown. But all the preparation had not prepared her for the surprise homecoming that was just around the corner.

Four hours had passed since the time he was supposed to be home and she worried that something may have happened on the long drive up from South Carolina. When the door opened, she realized she had fallen asleep on the sofa. 

"Mom, I'm home!" Jim called out. Annie froze as she stood from the sofa. "This is Carl, Carl Hancock. He's going to stay with us for a couple of weeks until his folks get back from Europe. That's OK, isn't it?" 

Jim had never had a friend over to even stay the night, and now he was bringing a stranger into the house to stay a couple weeks! Was this the same shy and introverted son who had lived alone with her for so many years? She forgot everything as Carl held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you Ms. Vickers. Are you sure you're not Jim's sister? Hope I'm not intruding. Jim and I have become very close friends; he insisted I stay. I brought my sleeping bag. I won't be any trouble. I'll earn my stay. Just tell me what you need done and I'll make it so." 

"Carl's a senior. I couldn't have made it without his help." Carl looked great. It was barely June, and his skin was already bronze from the sun. He was wearing a tan muscle shirt and loose fitting slip on shorts that exposed more than half his bulging thighs. His grip was firm as he shook her hand. His eyes were so penetrating that she didn't notice Jim had grabbed his bags and started up stairs. The trance-like gaze was broken when he called for Carl to follow him and he would show him around. 

"Sorry we're so late Mom, "Jim yelled down from upstairs, "Carl had to stop off and say good-bye to his girl - you know how that is. We're both dead tired. I'll put Carl in the empty room across from yours, OK? See ya in the morning." 

"Good night, Ms. Vickers." 

Annie was still staring at the front door trying to sort through what had just happened. It all seemed like such a let down. Maybe things would seem different after she slept on the idea of having a strange man in her house. 

1:00 o'clock... 1:30... 2:15... It was no use. She just could not sleep. Annie still felt uncomfortable about Carl being there. She slipped from between the sheets and stepped into the bathroom to brush her hair. Brushing her hair always helped her to think more clearly. Thoughts began pouring as she stood in front of the mirror brushing her long black mane. "Sister", she thought as her eyes moved up and down the reflection of her body. She always slept nude during the hot summer months. She tried to imagine how she looked 10 or 15 years ago as she examined herself top to bottom. At 38, her petite frame had not given in to gravity and motherhood. Her breasts were still full and heavy. She lifted them in her cupped hands and watched as they fell and bounced back to attention. Again she lifted and dropped. Again. Each time her nipples became more erect. Her heart was beating stronger as she squeezed the dark tips between her thumbs and forefingers. She hadn't felt this way in a very long time. She turned to glance back at what had always been called her greatest physical asset - a flawless ass. No sagging, no stretch marks, no cellulite. Still a flawless ass!! Below that were two long slender legs. In this dim light, she thought to herself, I could easily pass for 25, or less. 

Feeling much better, Annie threw on her robe and opened her door to go down stairs for a snack; she hadn't eaten since breakfast. After grabbing a couple of bananas, she headed back up stairs. She hadn't noticed on the way down, but the door to the room across from hers was ajar. Something caught her eye as she was about to enter her room. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, but she ignored it and closed her door behind her. 

It was haunting her. She felt a little naughty as she sat on the edge of the bed peeling the first banana. She hadn't taken the first bite when her foot hit the floor to turn out the lights. Silently she turned the doorknob and tip toed across the hall. Through the crack in the door, she could see the light from the full moon create the shape of the open window on the floor. Jim's door was closed. She inched her way into position to find where Carl was sleeping. Her heart jumped to her throat as Carl came into view. She had never been so afraid in her life. She thought her heart pounding would wake everyone in the house. He had thrown his sleeping bag on the floor and was lying on top of it, face down, wearing only a pair of white cotton briefs. He looked like a model on a Calvin Klein commercial. 

Annie sat across from the door with her back to the wall. Her eyes were fixed on this hunk of a man who had just walked into her home that night. She took the first bite of the banana and was beginning to relax when all of a sudden he moved! She froze; hiding in the shadows where she could not be seen. What if he was to get up to go to the bathroom? She was panic-stricken. 

The movement was subtle. As he lay there, in the heat of the summer night, he appeared to be grinding his hips slowly into the floor. She couldn't see his face, only from the chest down, so she didn't know if he was awake or not. The muscles of his firm ass tightened with each thrust toward the soft sleeping bag beneath him. Annie sat motionless as she watched the lustful scene unfold before her eyes like a dream. She began imagining herself lying under him; feeling the weight of his strong body, as he pressed hard against her. She felt a cool breeze against her chest as she opened her robe and exposed herself to the night air. Sweat was forming in beads on her breasts. The aroma of her wet love slit mixed with the fragrance of the banana as she slid it between her lips to take another bite. As she sat cross-legged in the hall, watching his every move, he rolled slowly to his back. Her eyes zoomed in on the enormous bulge in his briefs. With his left knee in the air, he began to softly rub himself through the thin cotton material. Annie caressed her breast as she watched Carl slide his hands deep inside his shorts and squeeze his balls with both hands. With one hand holding the waistband of his underwear below his aching nuts, the fingers of the other hand wrapped around what must have been 10 inches of hard throbbing cock. It wasn't until she reached the end of the peel that she noticed she had eaten the entire banana. She wondered if he were thinking of her as he worked his hand up and down the full length of his engorged member. 

Annie's hand found it's way to the hot mound between her legs. She was dripping wet. Her cunt hadn't been this wet since she swore off men three years ago. Carl was stroking faster. His hips were thrusting upward to the rhythm of his fist pounding against his balls. Annie matched every stroke as she moved her slippery fingers around and around her swollen clit. She knew she would cum hard any moment. She stopped; fearful that she might make a noise and give herself away. Her fingers were so wet. With her eyes glued on Carl, she began sucking her fingers, imagining his cock sliding deep inside her throat. She loved the smell and taste of her own love juice, but it had been a long time. 

Carl was moaning and moving as though under some spell. Something was about to happen! He grabbed his cock with BOTH hands and began pumping wildly. Suddenly he leaned forward, stretched his head toward his hands; and, to her amazement, pulled the head of his cock right into his mouth. He was sucking his own dick! His tongue slid around its purple head, then he would suck it back in his mouth again. Harder and harder he sucked until he fell back and let out a soulful groan. White semen shot out and on to his chest as he pumped his fist hard. She could hear his hand slap against his balls with each thrust. He lay motionless. His cum was glistening in the moonlight as his chest swelled with each deep breath. Carl pulled his shorts from around his ankles. Annie knew he would get up now and find her in the hall, but she couldn't move. She tried, but she couldn't! He grabbed his shorts and wiped himself clean with them, tossed them in the corner, and rolled over to go back to sleep. 

Annie sat there for what seemed like an hour before getting up and staggering to her room, still in a daze. Lying in bed, it was a short time before the burning heat between her thighs directed her thoughts from what she had just witnessed and back to her own impending needs. It had been three years since she had felt as though she needed a man, but right now, she was craving a long hard thick cock. 

Annie remembered the last time she had been totally satisfied sexually. Jason Miller, her lover for three years, had taken her to a wonderful dinner for her birthday and given her, back at his place, the present of a lifetime - a white full mink and white high heels to match. No woman ever felt so beautiful as she did when she reentered the room to model her gifts for Jason. The flames of the fireplace danced in her eyes as she approached him sitting on the sofa. His approval was written all over his face as she turned to give him a view of all sides. Without a word she stood before him and opened the mink. She had removed all her clothes when she left the room to try on the coat. He sat speechless as he admired the artful form standing just inches way. Annie felt like a princess on her wedding night. Her skin was growing hotter from the radiant heat of the fire, but inside, she was burning. Slowly she placed her knees on the sofa straddling Jason as she began removing his shirt. His hungry kisses were cool against her burning skin. His hands were cupping her breast before his shirt hit the floor as she tossed it behind her. With both her hands behind his head, she guided his lips toward her lush open mouth. She painted his lips with her wet tongue as she gently circled and teased his open mouth. Their tongues seemed to dance as he probed and darted deeper toward the back of her throat. Annie sucked his penetrating tongue like a hungry infant at its mother's breast. 

Their lips never separated as Jason wrapped his large hands around her firm ass and lifted her up as he stood in preparation of a more dominating position. Annie locked her legs tightly around his waist as he gently lay her backward to the soft rug in front of the fireplace. Annie freed her arms from the mink to help Jason as he fumbled with his belt trying desperately to free his manhood from its uncomfortable position. Throwing his pants aside, Jason placed the weight of his naked body fully on Annie as he teased her ear with his teeth and tongue. The pressure of his weight made her feel content as he kissed and sucked her small delicate neck and shoulders. Her nails dug deep into his back as he slowly made his way down to her breasts. She loved to watch him as he made love to her breasts with his warm wet mouth. He kissed every inch of her tits, being careful not to touch her dark nipples. His teasing was driving her wild with passion. She begged him to take them into his mouth and suck them; but he only licked each one a few times and moved down lower, licking her all the way, until he reached the thick neatly trimmed mound of hair above her sweet smelling pussy. He nibbled and pulled at her pubic hairs with his teeth as his hands cupped her thighs and pushed her knees high in the air. Again, he teased her. His tongue worked from one side of her inner thigh to the other, without touching her swollen pussy lips. He opened her lips wide with his fingers and softly exhaled his hot breath on her wetness just before burrowing his face deep between her open legs. Nobody could eat her pussy like Jason. She held his head tightly against her hungry cunt and fucked his face, pushing her hips upward to the rhythm of the sucking action on her clitoris. Her hips froze high above the rug as she felt a long thick finger slide deep within her soaking wet box. Her body quivered while she came in small spurts. Her pussy tightened around his finger as he thrust deeper and deeper. The wet slurping sounds coming from his attempt to drink her free flowing cum enhanced the moment even more. He knew she hadn't come hard yet. That would be later. 

Jason sat up and leaned back against the sofa to catch his breath. His face was red and wet. Annie's eyes were frozen on his as she crawled toward him on her hands and knees. He sat motionless as she meticulously licked her creamy juices from his flushed face while her hands toyed with his heavy balls. She wiped a large drop from his chin with her finger and rubbed it over the swollen tip of his thick cock. It reminded her of a crystal ball as her juices mixed with the pre cum oozing from his cock slit. Kneeling between his legs, she stared at it as though it were a shrine of admiration. She seemed to be in a trance-like state as she gently stroked the enlarged tip, mixing their juices and covering the entire head. She loved the sweaty smell rising from his balls. What was it that made him smell so great? Her nose sank deep within the hairy mound at the base of his cock. The aroma caused her head to swim as she took in deep breaths. The salty taste was strong on her tongue as she flicked the tip across his balls. He was breathing heavy. She looked him directly in the eyes as she opened her lush full lips and very slowly lowered her mouth to engulf his dick. She continued looking into his eyes as she held him loosely in her mouth. It caused her mouth to water profusely. Saliva was running down his cock and on her hands. Jason was yelling for her to take it and suck it - HARD! Still she held her position. Not until his body was shaking from excitement did she lower her lips and suck him in tightly. After sucking and stroking wildly a few times, she stopped again with the head of his prick touching the back of her throat. He was going crazy! Annie was humming! The vibration coming from her throat tickled his swollen gland and made his cock throb as she pulled more and more of him into her starving mouth. Her hands were drenched as saliva poured from her lips. His hips were grinding and pumping wildly against the tight grip of her hands around his stiff cock. She knew he would come any minute. His balls were lifting higher as his throbbing meat probed her deep throat. Screams of pleasure filled the room as his body tightened. Annie pumped harder using both hands. Hot cum filled her mouth and seeped out the corners of her mouth. Jason was screaming like a mad man. She continued humming and jerking him off. She opened her lips slightly to allow his full load to flow down his cock. After he begged her to stop, she scooped up as much of the cum saturated wetness from around his still rock hard dick into her hands and rubbed it all over his hairy chest. 

Annie lay there, lost in the memory of her last good fuck. It was then that she noticed she had been playing with herself. Both hands were soaked. The sheets were wet, and her mouth was dry as a bone. Twenty minutes had passed since she came to bed. It seemed more like twenty seconds. She needed to be satisfied. Her pussy was aching to be fucked. After drinking water from the glass she always kept by her bed, she slipped her fingers between her legs, closed her eyes and fell back to the memory of her last night with Jason. 

"Now fuck me the way you know I need to be fucked," Annie said as she lay back down on the rug and began licking his semen from her lips and fingers. Jason wasted no time. He kissed her hard on her wet lips as she guided his slippery tool to her hot aching love canal. He could taste his own cum as his tongue passionately explored the depths of her eager mouth. Annie let out a sharp scream as his cock sank deep inside her body. His dick was really too long for her size, but the pressure of it hitting bottom was what drove her wild when she was really horny. Other times it was somewhat painful, but right now it felt great! 

Annie was not aware of how much noise she was making as she lay in her bed trying desperately to bring herself to a point of sexual release that she had not felt since that last night with Jason. It had taken her a long time to get over Jason. Not only had she not dated; but, she hadn't even masturbated. She hadn't wanted to; but now, here she was wishing she could feel that long thick cock hitting hard against the back of her starving cunt. She rolled over and placed a small pillow between her legs. Her beautiful ass perched high above the bed as she squeezed the pillow tightly with her thighs. This was the last position Jason had put her in that night in front of the fireplace. With her face buried in her pillow, she imagined being fucked from behind as she hunched and squeezed the other pillow with her powerful hips. 

The size and shape of Carl's cock were so vivid in her mind. She almost wished that he would. . . 

Annie's scream was muffled by the pillow clenched tight between her teeth as she reacted to the delicate touch on the small of her back. She tried desperately to cover her entire body with her pillows. She couldn't speak! Sexual greed had engulfed her mind, yet fear was quickly gaining ground as she stared at Carl standing beside her bed. He looked so innocent. His stark blue eyes seemed to reach out to her with an understanding allurement. He appeared to be smiling; yet he wasn't smiling. He just stood there staring directly into Annie's large brown eyes with both hands by his side. Her eyes broke away from his only to admire the enormous hunk of meat pointed straight at her face. It wasn't until Annie moved the pillow slowly away and exposed her breasts that Carl blinked his eyes. He took her movement as his queue and moved closer to the side of the bed. She inched her way toward him as he stood motionless waiting for her to reach him. Lying across on the bed, propped on her elbows, Annie nervously held his loose heavy balls in both hands as she filled her nostrils with the strong musky essence of the powerful man standing before her. Carl gently ran his fingers through her long silky hair. His lovely cock danced in the air as her tongue glided up and down his shaft. His rod was so thick; it was all she could do to open her mouth wide enough not to cut him with her teeth. 

Carl had had his cock sucked a hundred times, but never had it been as intense as now. With one hand playing with his balls and the other sliding up and down his thick shaft, Annie sucked hard; like a child sucking the sweet nectar from a Popsicle. Even though her mouth was full of cock, she was able to slide her tongue back and forth on the tender underneath side of his swollen dome. Carl leaned forward and grabbed her ass with his huge hands and began massaging the cheeks of her backside as she continued dry fucking her pillow. Was it the sight of this perfectly beautiful, older woman lying before him that seemed to enhance the moment, or was she just the best cock-sucker in the entire world; or was it both? Annie's tempo increased along with the strength of her grip as Carl's fingers found their way between the folds of her ass and into her hot, wet pussy. Her moans of satisfaction were like music to his ears as he inserted another finger deep inside her. She pulled his cock from her lips as she lay there trying to focus all her attention on the climax forming deep from within her loins. Her body shuddered with each mini explosion. 




The Homecoming



Matt and Ava had been together for almost two years. The night he told her he loved her was one of the best nights of both their lives. Time wore on and the former "best friends" fell into a boring routine. They'd moved in together and time simply took its toll. 

It was summertime and Matt had gone back to his native Wisconsin for a while. Truthfully, he needed a break from Ava, they'd been fighting constantly and he needed some time away. She'd been so sad when he left. He hadn't called much while he'd been gone. She fought with him about it for the first few weeks, but then her calls stopped being as frequent, and her voice was hollow when he did speak to her. 

He thought they might break up when he got home. The sixteen-hour drive was longer than usual. He didn't feel like he had much to go back to. When he pulled up to their apartment building he sat staring at the steering wheel for almost ten minutes. He was almost afraid to go upstairs. He wasn't even sure if she was home. 

He decided not to unpack the car quite yet, and headed upstairs with only one bag. He unlocked his front door, feeling his nervous anticipation grow as he pushed it open. 

"Ava?" he called out.

There was no answer. Matt walked down his front hallway into the living room. He wandered around their home like a man in a trance. Her things lay around carelessly. 

She hadn't been expecting him to be home. In their bedroom he picked up a pair of her earrings and touched the delicate beads tenderly. He was so entranced by them, and his own empty sorrow that he did not hear the door open and the rustling of bags. 

"Oh my God, Matt!" a woman's voice cried out. 

Matt turned sharply away from the dresser to see Ava standing in the hallway. Her hair was longer than when he'd left, falling far past her shoulders. Her body was covered only by a thin, white sundress. It was cut low and hugged her generous curves. The light color of the dress contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin and dark hair. It was almost as if she were glowing in the dying light of the evening. 

Ava rushed towards him, then stopped dead just out of arm's reach, as if she'd just reminded herself of something. 

"It's good to see you," she said coolly, looking down at the ground. 

The lack of warmth in her voice hurt him. Her huge hazel eyes were turned towards the floor and he longed for her to look at him. He stepped forward a little and touched her face, gently coaxing her chin upwards. 

Their eyes met. Her pupils grew dilated as she gazed at him and her entire body seemed to open. He was stunned a little by how beautiful she was. He'd somehow forgotten exactly what her face looked like. 

He moved towards her and gently hugged her. He felt her relax a little in his arms. She hugged him back. One of her hands stroked the back of his head and her breath was on his neck. He felt her lips brush by his ear. He didn't know if she was trying, but she was arousing strong feelings of lust from deep within him. 

When she pulled away from him he could see that she hadn't been trying. Ava was never trying to be sexy, she just was. He'd forgotten that too, and somehow the fact that she hadn't been trying made him want her even more. 

Before she could say a word, or move too far away from him he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him. She let out a surprised gasp and her body almost instinctively leaned into his. In a flash she felt what he felt. Her skin grew hot and her fingers shook a little. 

He kissed her hard on the mouth. He didn't give her time to breathe, kissing her over and over. He thrust his tongue in her mouth and she tightened her grip on his arms. She moved one leg between his and felt how hard he was getting. He groaned in her mouth as her leg pressed firmly but gently on his growing cock. 

It was lucky they were in the bedroom. He pushed her on the bed, on her back, pinning her arms above her head as he dragged her body towards the headboard. When he'd maneuvered her so that her head was resting on the pillows he spread her legs and kneeled between her knees. 

Slowly, he pushed her dress towards her hips. He almost passed out from desire when he saw that she hadn't been wearing any panties. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. As his hands grew closer to her pussy he felt some of the wetness that had grown between her legs. He knew then that she'd been as turned on as he had. 

He spread the outer lips of her pussy and ran his finger from her clit to her asshole dragging the sweet, lubricant that she was producing from one end of her pleasure center to another. He leaned his head towards her pussy and simply breathed on it hotly. Her body shivered and she grabbed one of his shoulders. He looked up at her face. Her lips were parted slightly and she licked them. Her eyes were wide open and a little teary. 

He licked her pussy a few times, broadly. Then he sucked gently on her clit, biting it ever so tenderly until he felt her start to shake a little. Then he slipped two fingers into her continuing to assault her clit with his lips and tongue. She tasted so good. Her smell filled his nostrils and he felt almost drunk. 

He began to feel as if his cock was going to burst out of his skin he was growing so hard. She pulled at his arms again and he sat up. He pushed her dress up further, then drew her into a sitting position and pulled it off over her head. She hadn't been wearing a bra either and her large breasts bobbed at him when the dress pulled past them. 

Her nipples were hard and he had to suck them. He pushed her back on her back, sucking at her nipples and fingering her pussy at the same time. She was breathing hard, in pretty little gasps. He knew how much he was torturing her. Ava had always been the kind of girl who didn't need much foreplay and she wanted him inside her. He could just tell. Somehow, they were forging their former connection without even speaking to one another. 

She pushed her naked body against him and he was dying to feel his own skin against hers. She seemed to read his mind and yanked at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. His muscles tensed as she stared at him hungrily. She kissed him, greedily tasting her pussy in his mouth as she easily pushed him out of his pants. As she pushed off his boxers his large cock sprung towards her. 

She pushed him onto his back in the middle of the bed. She straddled him, lowering herself easily onto his cock. Her pussy was so wet that he slipped in without trouble. But she wouldn't let him push into her quickly. Slowly, she contracted the muscles inside her around him as she took him in inch by inch. 

When he was finally fully inside her she ground her pelvis against his. He pulled her towards him so that he could kiss her; he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed while using another hand to pull her ass closer to him so that he could thrust more deeply inside her. 

He sat up and dragged himself, with her still on top of him, into a sitting position. Now they were face to face. They moved against one another and he looked in her eyes. He placed a finger in her mouth. He felt her tongue and her teeth. She sucked sweetly on his finger, much the same way as she might on his dick. This turned him on more, if that was even possible. 

He drew the finger out of her mouth slowly, making sure to push down on her jaw a little so that it would retain her saliva. He then used his other hand to spread her butt cheeks a little while using his wet fingertip to massage her asshole. 

The response was amazing. Her pussy contracted around his cock, pulsing as she moved up and down on it. She pushed her ass against his wet finger and the tip slip into her hole. 

He could feel her body tense and she smiled widely at him and nodded. Then he pushed his finger into her asshole completely. She came almost immediately. Being filled in both holes at the same time simply pushed her over the edge. He kissed her hard and she screamed in his mouth. 

The vibrations of her entire body as it shook violently against his brought him to his own orgasm. As his warm cum flowed into her he felt how hard her entire body was pushing towards his own. Long after he'd finished she shook against him, still having little aftershocks of her orgasm. She rested her head on his chest and rolled off him.

"It's good to see you too, Ace" Matt said, with a happy smile on his face. "I can't tell you how much I love you." 

He felt her whole body smile. Things were going to be ok.



The Homecoming



"Hi honey, I'm home!" He called out coming through the door. 

"Hi yourself." came the response, rich, sultry and loaded with unspoken promises. He looked up and saw her, sitting on the couch, legs crossed, one foot dangling the heavy black heels, arms flung over the back, wearing nothing but a smile. Her body glowed in the late afternoon sun streaming through the window. She crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer. 

He took his time, setting his briefcase by the door, taking the coat drapped over his arm and hanging it from the hook, removing his hat... only then did he saunter over to where she waited, feeling the heat rise with every step. He bent over her, planting a quick peck on her cheek.

"Did you have a good day, dear?" he asked. She wrapped her hand around his tie, yanking him down, planting her lips on his, her tongue counting his teeth. She moaned against him, squirming on her perch. Her other hand loosened his belt, slipping inside the waistband of his trousers, finding the hardness of him, stroking him as they kissed. 

She broke the kiss first, pulling him closer by his tie still, until she could whisper hoarsly in his ear, nibbling on it as she did.

"You know what I want..." she hissed before releasing him. He straightned with a knowing smile, working the buttons on his coat, tossing it aside, letting her undo his belt, the buttons on his trousers, freeing him. He was hard already. She uncrossed her legs, setting her fuck-me shoes firmly on the floor, pulling him closer to her, between her knees as she stroked him with one hand, looking up at him with naked lust in her eyes. 

Then she leaned forward, giving the head of his cock a gentle kiss, then a lick, then, slowly, sensuously taking him in her mouth. He enjoyed her oral talents, enjoyed the feeling of her tongue wrapping around him as she sucked him in, enjoyed the caress of his balls. For a long moment he just stood there, luxuriating in the sensations, a groan escaping his lips while she sucked. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt, loosening the tie, watching her work him as he undressed for her. Her eyes were closed at first, but once he'd tossed the white cotton aside, took her thick dark hair in his hands, his fingers winding through the silky stuff until he had a firm grip on her scalp. Then she looked up at him, smiled around his meat in her mouth, her long nails, slick with her own juices, digging into the meat of his ass as she worked him. 

She pulled back until on the head of him was in her mouth, long trails of saliva poured down his shaft, faint stains of dark red lipstick formed a ring around the base of him. She teased him like that, suckling the tender flesh, her tongue tickling and teasing him, before she let him pull her onto him once more. 

He released her head, running his fingers through her long hair, down across the sensitve skin of her back, then cupping her heavy breasts in his hands, kneading them gently. She released him, gasping with pleasure. 

"I need you now" she moaned. He stepped back, stepped out of the trousers bunched at his ankles while she rolled over onto her knees, shooting him a burning look over one shapely shoulder. He took a moment to admire the strong curve of her back, her upturned ass, the naked, pink pussy spread before him, white cream oozing from her. 

But only a moment. He guided himself into her, pulled her willing body onto him, impaling her, making her cry out as he filled her sharply. He clawed his hand, running his fingertips along her spine, just barely touching her, enjoying the buttery warmth of her welcoming body, letting her get used to him inside her once more, letting his own passion cool ever so slightly. She spasmed and arched at his expert touch, gasping with pleasure every time he crossed a sensitive patch of skin. Only once he was done toying with her did he take ahold of her long tresses, using them as a handle... only then did he truely start to fuck her. 

He didn't just fuck her, no, he TOOK her. He started with slow, powerful strokes, slamming his thick meat into her accomidating flesh, the wet slap of slick skin against skin providing a counterpoint to her gasps of pleasure. He reached around her waist, around her body with his hand and found her hard nubbin, rolling it between thick fingers as he fucked her. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace, letting her shudder her way through one orgasm before really tearing into her, each thrust causing him to grunt with effort, the hard slap of their bodies meeting violently growing louder, sweat pouring from his chest to drip on her upturned ass, her breasts bouncing violently against her chest, her crimson nails digging into the black leather of the couch back, her lips open now in a permanent O of pleasure, thick ropy lines of goo connecting their bodies on every outstroke. 

Her cries grew in pitch, in length and in volume now with every stroke, her flesh glistened with a mix of oil and sweat, her body tensing, the black heels strapped to her feet digging into his legs , her eyes closed, gasping with pleasure, with need, her body tightening around him, gripping him as her world was washed away. 

The sensation of her tightening around his enflamed cock, the slick sliding sensation of her flesh against the head of his intruding member, the sight of her sexy body flush with climax was almost too much, it WAS too much, and his face tightened, the firing of his nerves overwhelmed rational thought now, the tight pull of her hair grew sharper as he jackhammered into her, building up to his own climax, his own orgasm, his body cruelly driven into hers until he exploded inside her, filling her. 

Exhausted, he released her hair, collapsing over her, pushing her down onto the now slick black leather, his slowly softening cock still filling her, gently now. She took his wrist, bringing the hand that had so recently abandoned her clit to her mouth, sucking their mingled juices from his thick fingers. They stayed like that a long moment, as long as the awkward position would allow. 

When he rolled off her, collapsing against the soft cushions he smiled at her as she stood.

"I thought we were going to the Gardens tonight?" he asked mildly. She tossed his discarded coat over her nude flesh and smiled back.

"We are. Get dressed and let's go."



The Homecoming



Six months, twenty eight days, and seven hours. A lifetime. Well... a lifetime to wait for your man to be back in your arms loving on you again. He had been deployed. Serving our country. Now he was coming home to me.

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"The buses are pulling up", I yelled to my friend. He was here. This was it. Seven long months and finally here was the moment that we would see each other again. 

The buses rolled up, and with a swish the doors opened. The men poured out single file, each looking for their other halfs and families in the large crowd that had gathered. I was getting anxious. Where was he? Did it always take this long to find someone? I started to wander from my group and look for him. Soon I was in a throng of military men pushing past me. I was lost in the crowd now, he would never see me. 

Suddenly, I felt a strong arm around my waist, and was pulled back into a solid chest. The lips pressed against my neck in a comforting and familiar pressure. Him. I sighed, and turned. There he was. He seemed taller and broader and more...just more. His dark hair was dusty from the desert sands that had been kicked up in the large crowd, and his dark brown eyes creased slightly when he smiled at me. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, standing on tip toe to do so. I pressed my lips onto his and opened my mouth to let his tongue dance with mine. There we were. Finally together again, surrounded by a crowd of camouflage, and it seemed like it was just him and I in the entire world.

"Well, welcome home stud" I whispered after he broke the kiss. 

"That sure is a welcome babygirl, now, when do we get home?" he asked smiling. 

"Oh, well, first you have to say your mandatory hellos to the family and then I'm sure we can sneak away for a shower and a little nap. I'm sure you're just exhausted" I said coyly.

I took his hand in mine, and pulled him through the crowd to the family. Hello's were exchanged, and hugs and kisses, and the whole time, he kept his hand firmly in mine, or around my waist, every now and then dropping his hand to graze my ass. I knew what he wanted. And I was more than ready to let him have it.

Finally, the crowd started to disperse in a thousand directions, "Let's go," he whispered in my ear. We said our goodbyes, promising to meet everyone at dinner tonight, and headed for the truck.

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The house was deserted as we pulled in. Family and friends had made other accommodations, and I felt relieved to finally be alone with him. I threw open the door and pulled him in behind me. He looked around, seeming to appraise all the work that I had done on the house in the last seven months. He nodded and sat down on the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him. I close the door behind him, and made my way over to him on the couch. I knelt down next to the couch, and started to unlace his boots. 


"You know, you have been serving our country for the last seven months, without any comforts, I guess that maybe I could serve you a little, " I said, reaching over to the other boot. I pulled them off one by one and he seemed to relax a little more.

"Come here babygirl," he said, patting the couch next to him. I jumped into my spot, leaning against him while he turned the tv on. He smelled like himself, a scent I had almost forgotten. I turned my head so that I could press my nose against his chest and inhaled. It was sweet and manly and made me think of the time before he left. 

He put his hand on the side of my face and lifted my lips to his. He pressed down softly at first, and then seemed to be taken over by some force, and pressed more urgently, trying to taste all of me at once. Our lips parted and tongues slid past each other. I moved up farther and put my hands on the sides of his face. I could feel the stubble from the two day journey it had taken him to get home. I broke the kiss and gave him little pecks down his chin and throat, his hand was tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head, and he lifted me back up to kiss his mouth again. While he kissed me, he pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. I continued to kiss him as I lightly pressed myself against him, my body molding to his chest and lap. It was my place. Where I belonged. Where we fit together. 

His hands slid down my sides, along the sides of my breasts, and my waist, and then back to cup my ass. He squeezed gently, and pulled me closer into him. I quietly moaned into his mouth. 

He leaned forward and then stood up, and I wrapped my legs around him to keep from sliding off. His hands made me steady as they held me by the ass, and carried me to the bedroom. He pushed the door open with one foot, and then went in to sit on the bed, with his legs over the edge, and me still on his lap. Now, he reached down a little further and slid his hands under the hem of my sundress, and pulled it up to the top of my panties, where he slid his hands underneath to feel my skin. His hands were warm and he squeezed my ass a little harder than before.

I leaned forward and pushed him to the laying position on the bed, with myself on top of him. I started to push myself against him, feeling him getting harder, and then slowly slid off of him to kneel on the floor between his legs. I quickly undid his belt and buttons, and then grabbed the edge of his pants and boxers and pulled them down and off. He sat up and bent over to grab my sundress and pull it over my head, and then quickly undid the clasp on my bra as well. My breasts fell heavily forward as I leaned up to pull his shirt off. 

"Stand up." He said roughly. I obeyed instantly, standing in front of him, clad in only my panties. "Turn around. Good. Now, bend over and slowly take your panties off." I did as I was told, bending at the waist, and then slowly sliding my panties down. I knew that with him sitting on the bed, my pussy would be at the perfect level for him to see. I left it bare, accented only by my piercing, a little barbell with a jewel on each end. 

He groaned a little, almost a sound that he had made without thinking. "Spread your legs, and really bend over for me now. And then I want you to spread your pussy with your fingers. Now." Being on display for him was something that I was not accustomed to. We had always been passionate, and yet, it was the heat of the moment, and we had sex and made love, but he had never asked me to display myself for him like this before. I bent further, and spread my legs, sliding a hand up to my pussy lips and gently spreading them for him. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard him sigh a little. 

"That's it babygirl. Show me what is mine. Show me what you have for me." I slid a finger into my pussy, which was wet already from grinding on him. When I pulled my finger out, I felt something wet slide in where it had been. He had licked his finger and slid it in the spot that had been occupied by my own. "Oh, baby, that shit is so tight. I'm going to love this," he stated. He pushed his finger around in my pussy a little more, curving and almost rubbing my g spot, and then removing it just as quickly. I knew that he knew where it was, and was just teasing me for my reaction. I tried to maintain my dignity, but I could not help but push back a little as I felt him pull his finger out. I wanted more. I heard the bed sheets rustle as he moved further back onto the bed, legs still hanging off.

I was still bent over, not sure if I was suppose to do something else for him now. A moment later he answered my question.

"Come here and suck on it," he commanded. The authority in his voice was unmistakable. I was to do what I was told to do. And of course, I knew exactly what "it" was. I turned quickly and knelt on the floor again between his legs. His dick was hard and stood straight out, bobbing a little with his movements. I looked at it. It had been so long. I reached up with one hand and wrapped it around the base. It seemed so much harder than I had remembered it would be. I leaned in and licked the tip. God, it tasted good. I had missed this so much. I was not someone who loved to give head, but for him, I would all day if that's what he wanted. I loved to please him any way I could. I perched up on my heels a little, to get better access to it, and slid my hot wet mouth over it, until about halfway down. He grunted a little with satisfaction, and laid his upper half down on the bed. I continued to work on dick, up and down, swirling my tongue around then plunging back down into it. I was really getting into it. I could take it almost all the way, but was coming up about two inches short. I felt him try and push his hips up so that I would take the last bit, but I didn't want to gag on it, and would pull away right before.

Then, as I went down again, I felt him put a hand on the back of my head, and swiftly forced me down all the way on his cock. My nose was pushed up against his groin, and as I gagged and tried to pull away he held me there. Then, in another moment, his hand was gone, and I was free to pull up. I pulled it all the way out of my mouth and took a deep breath of air. I could see him smiling as I gulped the air in. 

He rubbed my should a little and said,"Get back on it now love. You did good." I took another breath of air and then popped his dick back into my mouth again. It was very wet now with my spit and slid easily in and out of my mouth. I had only gone up and down twice more when he grabbed my hair and forced me down again. Holding me there while my eyes watered as I tried to breath. "Come on baby, you can do it. Just relax" he murmured. I tried to calm down and relax, but ended up pushing again. He finally let go, and I pulled back, falling back on my heels so that I was sitting on the ground now. He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed so that he could see me. He reached down for me, and pulled me up on the bed with him so that I was lying next to him. He kissed me and nuzzled me with his nose while he ran his hand over my curves. I reached out and touched his chest, running my hand from his neck down to his treasure trail, dipping my finger in his belly button. His chest was hard and muscled and larger from working out. I slid my hand down farther and grabbed his cock, squeezing and massaging it, as well as his balls. 

He rolled on top of me, and grabbed my breast in his hand, and lowered his mouth to it. He licked it first, and the wet against the cold air made my nipple hard and pointed. He put his mouth on it and sucked, while he moved his tongue around and nibbled a little. It was a very sensitive spot for me, and I moaned loudly while he moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking. While he did this, he moved his hand down to my thighs, sliding it in between and pushing them apart. He moved it up my thigh to my pussy, and touched it lightly. It was electrifying. I lifted my hips up as he pulled his hand away. I looked at him as he brought his hand to his mouth. He looked me in the eye, and slowly sucked on his first two fingers. His look was one of lust and almost menace. Like he wanted to be rough with me to hear me squeal, and he was threatening to do it with his fingers. He pulled them out of his mouth, and then slid his hand back between my legs. He ran his fingers over my clit and down to my hole, and then pressed a little, pushing only up to the first knuckle in. I moaned and tried to push down further to get more of him in me, but he kept pulling his fingers away before I could. 

"You don't like to be teased either, do you babygirl?" He whispered into my ear. I shook my head and made little begging noises. He laughed and sat up straighter. He used his other hand to rub little circles on my clit, and then slowly pushed his fingers all the way in me. It was an amazing feeling, even though it was just his fingers. I felt like this was the first time I had ever been touched. He curled the fingers inside of me slightly, and started to press down a little. He hit his mark, and soon I was humping his hand, while he fingered my g spot. It was a zero to sixty orgasm. A moment ago I was merely turned on, and here I was, pussy clenching while I squealed in delight at what his fingers were doing to me. I opened my eyes a little and saw him smiling at me as I started to come out of the orgasm induced haze. 

He pulled his fingers out of me and moved up on the bed, and then in a quick movement, was straddling my face, his dick pressing against my lips to get me to open up. I opened and he pushed himself into me, but not enough to gag me again. "That's it baby, get my dick wet, and then I'm going to give you what you need, " he said. I licked on it and made it as wet as I could, eager as a puppy to obey. He pulled it out, and moved back down the bed, and pushed my legs further apart. He put his hands under my knees, and pushed them up so that my holes were open and waiting for him. He could see my wet pussy, slightly leaking from my orgasm and leered at it. He moved so that his dick was touching my pussy hole, and rubbed it against me. I moaned and moved my hips like a whore in heat. I wanted him badly.

He leaned down a little, pushing my legs closer to my chest, and then slowly popped just the head of his cock into me. By now I was making little mewing sounds, lost in my desire for him to complete what he had started. I could feel his breath on my ear as he whispered to me, "did you miss me baby? Did you miss what I do for you love? You need this don't you? You need me to fuck you like this. You need me to tell you what to do. I'm your master. I tell you what you need and want. You're mine." At that last sentence, he pushed himself all the way in me in one thrust. I yelped. I was no virgin, but seven months had tightened me up so that it hurt enough to cause a reaction. He grunted in satisfaction and held himself in me there for a moment, feeling my wetness and heat, and the tightness of my pussy. And then slowly he started to pull out. I was in heaven. Finally he had come home and now we were complete. Two halves finally put back together in the most intimate way possible. 

He pulled his arms from under my legs, and I instantly wrapped them around him. He slid his arms under mine, and grasped my shoulders with his hands, and then used that as leverage to push further into me. Even as I thought that he could go no further into me, he would push harder and deeper. As he fucked my pussy with his dick, he also fucked my mouth with his tongue. I was speared on him at both ends. 

He let go of one of my shoulders, and reached down to slide a hand underneath us and grab my ass while he plunged in and out of me. I was lost to the individual touches, but overwhelmed in the heat as a whole thing. He was taking me like a savage and making me his again. He was claiming his territory. He picked up the pace even more, slamming into me and my clit, his cock rubbing my g spot while my pussy closed around him. Faster and deeper and harder. I felt the heat in my pussy start to build, and then I was teetering on the edge of my orgasm. I tried to hold out, and not think of the tingle in my clit that was building to a crescendo. And then I could feel him start to tense up. I knew this was it for him. And then, with a grunt close to a yell, he pushed himself in me, so that his balls were right up against my ass, and he started to unload his cum in me. At that moment, while he ground his groin into me, and against my clit, I fell over the edge and my pussy spasmed on him again and again, milking his cum out. It was hot, and he seemed to just keep cumming and cumming into me. I cried out and clenched around him with my whole body. And then we lay there as the waves subsided. 

His body weight on top of me was delicious. I was pressed firmly into the mattress and I could feel him breathing as he kissed my neck lightly. He lifted himself off and lay down next to me, and pulled me to him. I was sore and tired, and snuggled in next to him, placing my hand on his chest. And that was how we drifted off to sleep, as I made a mental note that we would definitely need a shower before we left for dinner, and we should probably shower together to save time..... 



The Homecoming



Jack Dawson tossed his duffle bag onto the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. He quickly rid himself of his boots and stretched out of the king sized playground he had not frequented since his deployment to Iraq. Fourteen months was a long, long time for a man to go without. He was lucky to be alive. His reserve unit was finally sent home after a tour so brutal that it had even the regulars shaking their heads...two months earlier than expected. He didn't tell his wife, wanting to surprise her. He laughed to himself. She had better be ready. The marines had landed. 

He looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was till early. She wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. A shower wouldn't hurt. He reluctantly got out of bed and began stripping his uniform from his body. As he dropped his last piece of clothing into the pile that had accumulated on the floor, he glanced in the mirror. Damn, he thought. Is that me?

The rigors of war had transformed his slightly puffy business executive's body into a lean mean fucking machine. He grinned at the mirror. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere. His body rippled like a snake when he moved, his powerful muscles, perfectly defined, his belly a taut washboard that flaunted his six-pack. Hell, even his cock looked bigger. His skin was a dark tan, save the area that banded his groin. His nearly baldhead and closely cropped beard gave him an ominous look. He doubted his lovely wife would even recognize him. As he stepped into the shower, his mind flashed back to his last day at home. He had spent the night fucking her again and again. He remembered his going away present...a blowjob in the shower. Jack smiled and began to soap his body. It was something she didn't do often. Maybe she would be so glad to see him that she would even swallow this time.

As he was stepping out of the shower, he heard the phone ring. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist to keep from drenching the floor in the bedroom. He rushed to answer the phone, but as he reached for the receiver, the answering machine took over.

"Hey baby," the strangers voice cooed. "Don't forget tonight. Everyone is going to be there. Bye the way, Turner is so damn horny he can't even see straight." The voice paused for a moment. "Here's the number if you get lost. Eight o'clock. Don't be late." Jack was stunned, nearly in shock. It wasn't hard to figure out that the stranger had more than a casual relationship with his dutiful wife. And what ever was going to start at eight o'clock was a mystery.

Jack calmed down long enough to get dressed. He opened his duffel bag and pulled out the new civvies he had purchased on the way home. None of his old clothing would fit him now, and these new duds showed off his new body. They were casual, but trendy. He glanced at himself in the mirror one last time and straightened out the room, carefully smoothing out the bed. You couldn't tell he had even been there. Picking up his things he carried them into the guest room and put them out of sight in the closet. 

A quick look at the reverse phone book on his laptop gave him the name and location of Jeff Turner. He was thankful that the cab arrived to pick him up before his wife had arrived from work. He had buried his duffel bag under some bags of old clothes, making sure that there wasn't a clue that anyone would find without a little snooping in the guest bedroom. He had the cab drop him off at a bar within walking distance of Jeff Turner's house. The neighborhood was quite nice, and he felt comfortable having a couple of drinks in what was obviously a local bar full of regulars. He took a seat at the bar.

"You're new around here, aren't you Love?" He looked up into the dazzling eyes of the bartender and smiled."

"Yes I am. Actually not sure I want to live here yet. But the neighborhood seems right for me. I am just cruising around tonight, taking in the ambiance." He flashed her a teasing smile as if pleased with his exaggerated pronunciation. "You live around here?"

Jack realized after talking to Debby, the sensual and enchanting woman who seemed to flit around him between serving drinks to the other customers, never answered his question as to where she lived. It was obvious that she was a bit taken with him. She had used every opportunity to lean towards him and display her rather large and braless breasts or casually brush her hand across his when she refilled his drink. It had been a long time since a woman like her had given him even the slightest indication that she might be interested. 

He was actually sorry it was nearly eight thirty when he glanced at his watch. He reached for his wallet as he asked her for a check, but she shook her head. "You're a Vet, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question, but he shook is head yes. "Then these are on the house." He smiled and thanked her then slipped a ten into the tip jar sitting on the bar. "Wait," she whispered as he turned to leave. She reached into her hair and slipped out a pencil that had been all but hidden near the back of her head. She scribbled something on a small piece of paper and handed it to him. "She's looking for a roommate if you need a place to stay." He glanced down and smiled. It was her number and address. As he walked out of the bar, he couldn't help thinking that not everything about the war was bad.

It was a short walk to Turner's apartment. He was impressed. The building was quite elegant and it was easy figure out which apartment was his by following the steady flow of people in and out of his unit. Jack had no trouble getting in virtually unnoticed. He moved through the foyer into a very large living room full of people, various sorts, casually dressed in their own trendy fashion and enjoying the music pouring forth from a rather expensive looking sound system. He glanced around the room looking for Lydia but didn't see her. 

He walked through the spacious flat, noting that it seemed designed and decorated solely for the purpose of having parties. There were apparently four bedrooms, three of which were open and furnished as living spaces rather than for sleeping. He glanced discreetly into each hoping, to find Lydia in one of the small groups of people sitting watching television or chatting away from the music. There was no shortage of attractive women or men. Some were paired off while others seemed to be mingling with an eye on hooking up with one of the other beautiful people. He walked back to the kitchen and found it to be a bountiful source of food; beverages and some suspect substances that most of the guests were enjoying openly. 

"Coffee, tea or me?" a sultry voice whispered. He turned to face a wondrously beautiful woman. "Hi, I'm Lisa. Can I fix you something to drink?" His eyes enjoyed the vision for a moment before he replied.

"I'd love one. A long 1800 would be perfect. If not make me a surprise."

"Your in luck, there's a bottle right here with your name on it." He watched her graceful hands pour out the golden Anejo into a glass. "I haven't seen you here before. New?"

"Uh huh. I'm one of those friends of a friend of a friend that got invited." She laughed softly. 

"Well friend of a friend, I hope you really enjoy yourself. I would hate to think you might not be coming back. You look like someone that I would love to get to know better, much better." Suddenly, a man appeared at her side, leaned into her and whispered something into her ear then disappeared as quickly as he had come. She looked disappointed at the interruption, but her smile returned quickly as she looked up at Jack. "Hey, I'm sorry...I need to scoot, but please, save a dance for me. OK?"

"I will. That's a promise." She turned quickly and moved towards the living room. Jack watched her weave her way through the other guests until one of the other guests caught his eye. It couldn't be, he thought. But a second glance at her face left him momentarily shaken. Fuck, It was Silvia, his wife's best friend. To make matters worse, she was staring right back at him, devouring him with her eyes in the same manner he had seen her visually devour any number of men that tickled her fancy. He should have known this ebony minx would be his wife's partner in crime, possibly the root cause of Lydia's new and rather loose interpretation of marital fidelity.

Silvia had even tested the waters with him. She knew of his penchant for black women, his own captivating Lydia being a testament to his preference. It had taken every ounce of his strength to push her head away that morning. Over the years, the two married couples had often vacationed together, and sharing a mountain cabin had been one of their many escapades. She had been sent to wake him and drag him down for breakfast. It was her decision to bring him out of one of his many sexual dream fantasies by sucking his cock into her moist and hungry mouth. Even after he realized that it wasn't his wife, he let her continue until his guilt took back control. He made her stop. It became their little secret. But since that day, she let him know she wanted to finish what she had started.

It appeared she liked what she saw. She turned and headed towards him like a lioness stalking her prey. This would be a test of another sort, if passed, one that would give plausibility of his plan. He greeted her warmly, lowering his voice to his best authoritative battlefield tone. "Hi, I'm Collin Mathews. Up to anything good?" She laughed softly and took his outstretch hand.

"Uh huh...a little coke, a little "X" and a glass of whatever you are drinking, sexy man. By the way, I'm Sylvia." The coke and the "X" explained the glassy look in her eyes, but he recalled that neither made your vision blurry. He had obviously passed his mid-term exam. Taking his turn at bartender, he poured her a long shot of Anejo. They toasted each other with a clink of their glasses and took a sip of the fiery liquid. 

"You here alone?" he asked casually. 

"Not really. I'm with a girlfriend of mine." 

"Which one?" He scanned the room inviting her to point her out. She giggled then nervously bit her lip. 

"Oh, She's not into crowds, well, not big ones." She paused for a second and gave him a wink. "Let's just say she is occupied at the moment." She laughed at her not so subtle inference and raised her glass to her lips. It was empty in a second. "Come on...dance with me." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the living room so quickly; he almost missed the counter with his glass when he tried to set it down. Walking behind Sylvia was always a treat. This journey was no exception, and he quickly realized his eyes were glued to her "to die for" ass as it rolled from side to side under her dress. He also realized that his thoughts were drifting far from where they should be. He wasn't there for pleasure. He was there to confirm his wife's infidelity. He should be angry with Sylvia, not watching her fuckable ass, which at the moment was barely covered by what could only be called a dress in name only. But his thoughts wandered again. It dawned on him that he was less shocked to find her here, flaunting her beautiful body, than he was curious as to how she got out of the house in that dress in the first place. 

Her quick pace flipped the dress up enough to see the bottom of her perfectly formed buttocks. He could swear she was naked under her dress. A second flip of her dress confirmed it. Her back was completely bare, informing him that she was also braless. Its non-back ended low enough expose a good inch or two of the cleft between her cheeks. The hem barely reached the bottom of her tear shaped ass. He had seen a lot more of her beautiful bottom many times in the past. Her daring thong bikinis usually left little to the imagination as she strutted around his back yard pool. But this was far more erotic than if she had been completely naked. 

They finished the last half of an old Sam and Dave number that had already been playing. It was sort of a warm up. Discovering he didn't dance like your typical white guy turned the second number into an erotic lesson on how you could look like you were fucking while not really fucking. He wasn't the only one who noticed. There was a gasp from more than one male voyeur when she bumped out of a slow grind and flipped her dress up to her waist. It didn't seem to bother her at all that her sweet quivering ass was brazenly on display, not to mention her completely shaved vaginal mound. 

Was she wild? No. She was beyond wild. As the song began to end, she bent forward; arched her back and pushed her hand under the front of her dress. Though concealed with the flowing fabric, it wasn't hard to tell she was pushing a finger or two up into that dark and inviting pussy that she had proudly displayed. When the song finally finished with an abrupt and loud finale, she snapped straight up into attention. Her more boisterous fans applauded then shrieked in disbelief when she walked up to Jack and pushed her glistening fingers against his lips. Of course he couldn't turn down her officering and to the delight of all that watched he sucked them into his mouth.

The music quickly changed tempo. A slow, familiar tune by the Spinners, one obviously created for lovers to let them mate openly on the dance floor, brought her into his arms. The crowd that had been gathering around them, quickly drifted away, pairing off themselves and leaving Jack and Sylvia to become one of many couples enjoying the sensuous music that filled the air. Her fingers were still in his mouth as she nestled against him, pressing her loins into his. She giggled...almost girlishly. "You like the taste of black pussy, Baby?" He let his tongue answer her question. He slowly swirled it around her fingers, carefully cleaning every trace of her nectar. It was sweet and tart at the same time, with a musky scent that screamed, "Fuck me." He began to wonder why he had pushed her away that morning...what it would be like to push his tongue deep inside her cunt and drink her intoxicating elixir from the very source itself. 

She finally pulled her fingers from his mouth and slid her arms around his neck "Your kind of freaky, white boy...I like that." Sylvia rested her head against his chest and poured her lithe body into every hollow of his body. She stretched upward, rising up onto her toes until her mound was pressed directly against the bulge in his pants. She ground it slowly against his thickening cock. The heat of her sex burned through the layers of cloth that, for the moment, were the only things that kept his body from betraying him. But as angry as he should have been with this woman, it was impossible not to respond. She moaned softly as his cock began to swell against her pussy. 

"You're thinking about it, aren't you Baby?" She ground against him harder. "You just know it's getting wet and slippery." She licked the side of his neck and groaned, sliding her pussy up and down its length again and again and again. "Want it Baby?" she hissed. She suddenly slammed her mound against his aching cock as if trying to impale herself on his raging hard on. "Oooooooooo Baby. You do want this black pussy. You want it bad, don't you white boy?" She slid her right hand down between them and squeezed his cock through his pants. "I can feel how bad you want it. You want my tight pussy wrapped around your cock, sucking your sweet fuck stick till you blow your nuts right into my belly. Don't you Baby? Tell me, Baby...tell me." He had lost the battle. Her filthy talk had his cock trying to rip through the confines of his pants. There was no chance of going back. He had been without far too long. And this willing bitch was ready to take anything he could give her. 

"Yesssssssss," he growled. "And YOU are going to learn just how freaky this white boy really is." His hands slid down from her waist until his fingertips danced along the tops of her silky buttocks. That they were standing in the middle of a room, surrounded by people didn't seem to matter anymore. His hands moved lower and slipped under the hem of her dress. They slid back up and filled themselves with the cheeks of her ass. He kneaded the taut loves of pliant flesh, pulling her even tighter against his fully hardened cock. He let a single finger on his right hand slip into the warm cleft between her buttocks. He passed it lightly over her crinkly ring and dipped in into her dripping pussy from behind. She gasped. Now wet and slippery, he slid it back up and pressed the tip against her rectum. She gasped again and then buried her head into the crook of his neck, whimpering as he eased his large, middle finger into her ass. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuck," she hissed through tightly clenched jaw. "You want that too, Baby?" She winced then moaned softly as he pushed his finger in deeper, twisting and pumping the thick probe in and out of her ass. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, pushing her tongue into his mouth as far as it would go. Then suddenly, she pushed him away and grabbed his hand pulling it away from her ass, drawing it slowly to her lips. She smiled wickedly, and started to lick his finger. He quickly turned his wrist, and sucked his own finger into his mouth. "Fuck. You are freaky, Baby," she growled. "Come on."

It was hard to tell who was leading whom, but they managed to wind their way down the hall leading to the bedrooms until found themselves outside of the one closed door. As she reached to turn the knob, Jack grabbed her waist and turned her to face him. She smiled when she saw the hungry look in his eyes and leaned back against the wall, pulling him to her. Her mouth found his immediately. In seconds, hands were moving over forbidden places, groping and squeezing through their clothing as their fiery kiss continued. He felt her hands slip between them, heard his zipper open and felt her soft fingers circle his fully hardened cock. 

"God you're big, Baby. Fuck...I need this inside me...now." Her free hand reached out and gripped the doorknob. Then, before he realized what was happening, she was guiding him into the dimly lit room by his cock and pushing him into a chair before the door even closed behind them. "Let's make this perfect, Baby," she whispered. She knelt down beside a small table next to the chair. Her eyes scanned the objects sitting on the table. Her expression told him something was missing. She quickly checked under the table. "Fuck," she shouted under her breath. "That bitch." There was a soft chuckle from across the room. 

"Don't fret sister, I have it over here." Both Sylvia and Jack turned towards the voice, a voice familiar to both of them. They heard a soft click and the room filled with light. Jacks eyes adjusted quickly. And as the image congealed, his stomach tightened and his heart stopped. It was hard to believe what he saw. But there wasn't any doubt remaining as to what had happened at eight o'clock. Lydia lay there; her back nestled against the chest of a man Jack recognized as one of her co-workers. Of course, he thought...THAT Jeff Turner. Her right leg was draped over the body of someone he didn't recognize. Her left leg was between the two men. She looked comfortable, totally at ease in his arms. One hand was stretched out, the object of Sylvia's frantic search held between her fingers. The other had a solid grip of Turner's fully erect cock. If that was all he had to see, there could have been understanding, there could have been hope. After all, his own actions could not be excused. But the entourage of wantonness that surrounded her made him wonder if she was indeed the same woman he had left behind some fourteen months before.

Her soft, full and perfectly formed breasts, once two beautiful mocha mounds that ached for only his lips, were heavily bruised and covered with bite marks and scratches. There were other bruises and scratches on her sweaty body, but what sickened him the most were the streaks of semen splashed across her body and the constant, oozing stream that flowed from her pulpy cunt. Each part of this image stabbed him deeply in the heart. But he couldn't take his eyes away, even though the hard struggle to keep his tears from filling his eyes was rapidly becoming a losing battle. She laughed at Sylvia as she hurriedly scampered to take the vile of coke from her hand. Lydia glanced at Jack and licked her lips. "Looks like you've caught a good one Hon. Is he for me?" She laughed as if teasing, but there was an unmistakable undertone of honest desire. Sylvia ignored her and moved back to the table quickly pouring its contents out onto a small mirror that lay on top. Jack could hear the faint sounds of the razor blade scraping across the surface of the glass as she cut the powder into lines. "Obviously not," she snapped. She looked up at Turner and began pump her hand. 




The Homecoming



"Where were we, Baby? Oh yeah. Now I remember." She giggled softly and twisted her body, bringing her mouth down to his cock, her lips parting as they slid down over the massive head. Turner moaned as her mouth worked its magic on his turgid flesh. She had obviously learned a lot in fourteen months. She was good. Her hand moved down and took his balls in her hand, gently caressing his swollen nuts while her finger teased and probed his asshole. Jack died a little more as he watched her lick down the length of his cock, over his leathery sacks into the musky crack of his ass. 

"You love this, don't you baby?" Turner managed to grunt out a yes right before her tongue pushed deep inside his rectum. She moved her body between his legs and pushed her face into the warm cleft. His constant groans and moans showed how much. His hips were beginning to pump upward and his hands slid around the back of his head, pulling her tighter against his ass. Jack couldn't help but stare at her beautiful ass as she sucked her lover to a frenzy. Suddenly, she pulled away, leaving him wanting and begging for her to continue, but Lydia pushed his hands away and straddled his hips. 

"You like watching that slut, Baby? She's goo-oood." Jack had nearly forgotten Sylvia and her voice brought him out of his trance for a moment. "Go ahead, Baby. But let YOUR bitch take care of this." He closed his eyes as Sylvia took his massive cock completely into her mouth, lowering her head until her lips pressed into the hair at the base. No woman had ever been able to take it all. But as much as he wanted to focus on the pleasure she was giving him, he had to learn just how much of a slut his sweet wife had become. He groaned and opened his eyes, turning them back to bed in time to see Lydia reach down and guide Turner's cock into her pussy and lower herself onto his impressive tool.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, Baby. This is what I need baby, cock." She gasped as it slipped completely in. "Oh mother fucker...yesssssssss." She frantically reached out and grabbed the unknown stranger at their sides. "Tony, baby...you know what I want. Come on baby, give your whore what she needs, baby. God damn, baby, fuck your whore's ass." Jack winced. "His whore?" That sweet woman who would never even let him touch her there, begging to get fucked in her ass? "Please, baby, please, before the other's get here. I want you first, baby." The newly named stranger laughed and rolled into position behind his whore. He slapped her ass and laughed again.

"Yeah, Baby," he laughed. "I'd better get my piece before your nasty ass gets all fucked out of shape." Fuck, the voice on the phone...her goddamn pimp. Jack's world totally collapsed. He watched, crying on the inside as Tony gripped his thick cock and pressed the tip of his cock against his whore's asshole. Lydia screamed as he thrust the massive organ into her bowels. Tony didn't care about her pain. She was a piece of meat to be used by whomever he wished. And the saddest part was her begging for more...begging for the pain...begging him to use her nasty whores ass, to get his nut, to fill her ass with his cream as she took the cock of one of her Johns in her cunt. He turned away and tried to lose himself in the pleasure of Sylvia's mouth. 

She felt his eyes on her head as it bobbed up and down, hungrily sucking his cock. She looked up, her mouth stretched around the massive head. She sensed a need, a need she was very willing to fill. Though not aware of what was going on in his mind...that it was his wife/turned whore who was getting her brains fucked out by her John and her pimp...that it was this wife/turned whore's husband who was about to use HER to extract some bizarre form of revenge...that it was this wife/turned whore had just lost her husband forever...she was going to fuck this white boy till he dumped a load in every hold she had. She could care less about the reasons why. She simply needed this man's cock. 

The sound of a hand slapping flesh and a low guttural scream drew Jack's eyes back to the sordid scene unfolding on the bed. An instinctive concern for his wife's safety quickly disappeared as he heard her beg for more of the heavy hand of her pimp. "That's it baby. You know I love it rough. Come on Baby, smack it again...harder." Jack almost winced as he watched the huge hand smack her against her quivering ass. My God, he thought. His Lydia was completely gone. What he saw now, was a drugged up whore that sold her ass, her mouth and her cunt to anyone that wanted to use her sordid body. She moaned in uncontrollable pleasure as the two uncaring men pounded their swollen cocks in and out of her ass and cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk," she screamed. "I neeeeeeeeed it...fuck meeeeeeeee. Harder you mother fuckers." And what seemed even worse was she loved it. 

Without a word, Sylvia pulled her mouth away from "Collin" and stood on her feet. Her dress was gone in a second, leaving her beautiful body naked for Jack's eyes. She straddled his lap, gripped his throbbing cock and pressed it against the entrance of her pussy. She looked into his eyes and grinned wickedly. "You are going to love this as much as I am." She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and slammed her hips downward, impaling her steamy cunt on his massive shaft. She sat there for a moment, and then opened her eyes. They were glazed with lust and brimming with tears of pleasure and sensual pain. He moaned as she gripped his cock with her pussy and milked it slowly, barely moving a muscle on her body. 

"You like this pussy, Baby," she cooed. "If you do, it's yours, whenever and wherever you want it, you sweet dicked bastard." She lifted her hips slowly until only the tip remained inside. She grinned in anticipation and once again slammed her hips down roughly. "Oh fuck...Oh Sweet Jesus...You feel incredible inside me." She paused to savor the exquisite feeling of being completely filled by the perfect cock and then slowly began to pump her hips up and down, fucking him with a slow steady rhythm. "Oh my God," she gasped, shocked that she had started to cum so quickly. "I don't believe it. Oh shit, I'm going to cum." Suddenly her body began to tremble wildly. Her head snapped back and she screamed. "Oh my fucking God...oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck." Her powerful orgasm washed over her violently, triggering the release of fourteen months of need and frustration. Streams of hot sticky semen shot into her hungry cunt, filling her womb to the brim until the flow was nothing more than a trickle oozing from the tip of his cock. Sylvia, totally spent, collapsed against his chest, bathing in the afterglow of her orgasm. 

Jack lay back in the chair, relieved for the moment, but not fully satisfied. He felt different. It was hard to put his finger on it, but for a few moments he had lost himself in this "stranger." Her passion had pushed aside his pain. Things seemed a bit more even or so he thought. Maybe, just maybe, he thought. 

She smiled to herself. She was good but he was incredible. Sylvia's body finally calmed down. She wanted more, but she would wait; give him time to recover. She could feel his cum leaking out of her. God he came a lot. She wondered if one of his potent seeds had made its way home. It was a strange time to worry, though. She squeezed his cock with her pussy. Goddamn, she thought. That rock hard cock of his still throbbed inside her seething cunt. His body was moving. His hips had never stopped moving. He kept stirring her cum-filled womb with the same insatiable hardness that comes with the conquest of fresh meat. His hands still cupped her silky smooth ass, and that wicked finger was moving...moving closer to that little hole it had discovered once before. And just like before, she gasped when he pushed it up into her bowels. 

"Is that what you want freaky white boy?" Jack, Collin, whoever he was at the moment, remained silent. She licked his ear and tugged at the lobe, taking his silence for a yes. "Then let's show that whore how it's supposed to be done." She pushed herself out of his lap and stood up. She stepped back and turned, her back towards him. Bending at her waist, she reached back and cupped her buttocks, spreading them wide open. She looked back at him over her shoulder. "Do you like it, Baby?" Jack laughed, not even bothering to answer the silly question. She wet two fingers with her own pussy juices and smeared the slippery fluid over the crinkly ring. "You have to lick it first, Baby," she teased. 

"Be careful what you wish for, woman." He pushed himself out of the chair and quickly removed his clothing. Sylvia watched him, still bending, still waiting. He knelt behind her and pushed her hands out of the way, taking her smooth, delicious cheeks in his hands. "Just so you know, Baby, I've been wanting to do this since the moment we met." She squealed then whimpered as his tongue licked up the warm crack of her ass. God, he thought, I'd almost forgotten how much I love the taste of a woman's ass. He loved the musky smell, the crinkly texture of the ring of muscle that guarded her bowels. He slid his thumbs into the crack of her ass and slowly pushed them into the tight ring, stretching her rectum, opening it up for the tip of his tongue. He formed his oral probe into a tube and slowly pushed it into the tiny hole.

"Oh my God," she gasped as he pushed it in as deep as he could. "Oh fuck, oh fuck...Oh God, Baby...you nasty mother fucker...eat this bitches ass. Eat it," she screamed. Never before had she been so aroused. Never before had a man tasted her forbidden hole. Never before had she felt such exquisite pleasure. She had been teasing, never thinking he would really do it. She thanked God she had uttered those words. She was panting now. She could feel it begin. Shit, she was going to cum. 

She almost lost her balance when her orgasm began to wash over her body, but he held her up by her hips and steadied her. She rolled her ass against his face, trying to drive more of his magic tongue into her ass. But as her climax war reached, he pulled his tongue out. His hands never left her hips. Instantly, he was on his feet. Her eyes widened when she felt the tip of his cock press against her anus. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to feed his massive cock up into her ass. He was gentle, almost tender as he filled her bowels. Finally, he was completely inside her body. It was after he paused. It was after he waited for her to adapt to his girth. It was after he was sure she was ready, completely ready that the movement began with a slow pumping of his hips. 

Sylvia could barely endure the overwhelming pleasure. His perfect cock fit her anal sheath as if it were made to be there. His cock was Excalibur...She was the stone. The strokes became longer, stronger with each plunge into the depths of her bowels. She was on fire. Her silky passage mapped every edge, every ridge, and every throbbing vein that pulsed against the clinging surface. His pace began to quicken. She could tell from the rapidity of his thrusts that he too felt that same fire building. His hands tightened on her flesh as he began a searing attack on her body. Flesh slapped against flesh, and the room was filled with the scent of lust, and boiling sex as it was intended. 

An accidental glace at the whore on the bed had no effect. The unholy trio was still. Their eyes were fixed on the spectacle of unbridled passion before them. Unknown to Jack, the woman he had once loved, was full of wonder. Thoughts of what it would be like to have this magnificent man inside her body. She envied her friend. And sadness seeped into her soul. Had she done this...had she not done that...had she told her own loving husband of her secret and wanton desires, she would not be here. The perfect stranger looked away.

The lovers edged towards what could only end like the roll of thunder that followed the crackle that trailed the bolt of lightening as it hissed through the air. Their sweaty bodies pounded into each other. Grunts and screams and groans and whisperings fill the room. "Nowwwwwwwwwwww," she screamed. "Nowwwwwwww," he echoed. 

She squeezed his cock as his cum exploded from the tip, splashing against the walls of her anal chute. The passage bulged with each powerful jet of seed until he was spent. He churned his loins against her silky ass until he felt his cock begin to soften. Reluctantly, he pulled it from her ass, standing there in silence as he watched his cum ooze out of her gaping anus, flowing slowly down the crevice onto her inner thighs. Finally Sylvia turned towards him, and without a word, kneeled before him and took his soiled cock into her mouth. She licked and bathed him as if savoring the essence of a god. Finally, she pulled her mouth away and looked up. His eyes were tender yet sad, but they told her everything and she understood. 

When he finished dressing, she followed him to the door, still naked, still hungering for her perfect man. She kissed him one last time, smiled and whispered goodbye.

Turner left a few minutes later. Tony finally got dressed and moved towards the door. "Get yourself cleaned up, Baby, you've got company coming. And here, you are going to need this, there is plenty of company." He reached into his pocket and tossed another vile on the bed. He glanced at Sylvia. "Are you sure?" She knew the question and he knew the answer, but he always asked. 

"Not a chance, absolutely not." 

Sylvia freshened her make-up and got ready to leave. She knew she wouldn't be staying much later. She heard the shower turn off. She'd wait and say good-bye to Lydia. Lydia came out and sat on the edge of the bed. They started a conversation that seemed more a part of Oz than reality of the situation. Kid's, church, shopping...somehow those topics seemed an oxymoron in this dimly lit room. The conversation ended as Lydia began "preparing" herself. Moments later there was a knock on the door. Sylvia got up to answer. 

Three men slipped in, laughing as men do when they were about to do something they shouldn't. Lydia lifted her head up, wiped the powder from her nose and then turned to receive her newly arrived "dates." One had already unzipped his pants and had drawn out his stiff cock. Lydia purred and gripped the gnarled shaft and pulled him towards her mouth. "Come here, Baby. Let this bitch earn her money." Sylvia just shook her head and closed the door behind her. She stood there for a moment, leaning back against the wall. What the hell was that sick bitch going to do when her husband got home?

Jack told the cabby to wait for him. He would be right back. It only took a few minutes for Jack to return and they were quickly on their way. He read the address to the driver, leaned back into the seat and let himself reflect on his redirected life. He had a lot to think about. Sure...most of what he needed to do was obvious. Some things were going to be much harder to figure out. The cab stopped. Jack tipped him well, grabbed his bags slid out. He glanced up there weren't any lights on. This is fucking crazy, he thought. He checked the nameplate on the door and knocked. Her expression turned from total surprise to something that could almost be described as grateful. "Just let them sit here for the time being, I'm a little off guard." She laughed. "I won't ask you where you've been, but you do need a shower." She took his hand and led him towards the bathroom. "Bye the way, did I mention it was only a one bedroom?" He couldn't help smiling. At least he had a place to stay.



The Homecoming



As I lie on the cold wet ground, a broken, blood soaked body, with the stench of death and the acrid taste of nitrates filling my nostrils. The pale grey smoke starts to lift from the body strewn battlefield where I lay. Decimated and broken bodies lay everywhere around me. I lay on my back in blood drenched field looking towards the heavens, slowly slipping into a deep, dark abyss. The sounds of the fighting slowly dimming in my ringing ears. The crumpled, broken body of my best friend Billy is laying next to me as he was one of the first to fall in the beginning stages of our attack. I am suddenly filled with a sharp, dull sorrowful pain for his loss. As my lifeblood is slowly pooling around me, my mind and memories suddenly leave the present and return to the past of our youth. A childhood filled with hopes and dreams for ourselves and our friends and relatives. Memories of our lifelong friendship, memories of our escapades from spying on our sisters when they went out on date's to snitching the first fresh baked cherry pie, while it was cooling on a window sill. 

As these memories rolled gently through my receding, numbing mind, I also recall the beginning of our war with the Invaders. They were a race of people that posed as our friends and ally's but turned out to be our conquerors. As the years and bloody war waged on, our defensive militaries became decimated and short on personnel. The only alternative we had for survival was for all of us to band together and fight them on our terms. We were nothing but a bunch of wet-nosed, rag-tag country folk with a strong desire to drive this scum from our country and our lives. As time rolled on, I witnessed the death and maiming of many of my friends and family. With my mind ever so slowly fading, the sounds death and pain around me were dimming to a faint whisper turning to complete silence in my ears. My sight also gently turning to total darkness and oblivion.

Suddenly, I am engulfed in a warmth that fills my entire body and my ears are filled with the sounds of jubilation and joy. As I slowly and reluctantly open my eyes, I realize that the pain and agonies of my wounds have completely disappeared. I sit up slowly and look myself over and find to my amazement that my body is whole again. There were no more broken bones or burns or bleeding puncture wounds.

I find myself suddenly surrounded by people, all of whom I knew in the past. They were all clamoring to get my attention and shake my hands, congratulating me. It quickly dawned on me that these people had died or were killed in battle. To my surprise, a very familiar face appeared before me, a face of a lifelong friend and brother, Billy. Grinning like the cat that swallowed the Canary, he knelt before me and grasped my hand to help me up off the ground. He started telling me "That all was ok now and that I will understand very soon." As I stood there astonished and somewhat confused I heard another familiar sound, a dogs bark, coming from directly behind Billy. Bounding into my arms was a fur ball of a dog. A dog I had raised since he was a pup, a dog that had shared just as much fun and trouble as we could get into over the years. His name was Rex, and had come into my life in the dead of winter and no one to take care of him. He had been one of my most loyal companions for years and had been killed in a booby trapped ambush several years ago. 

All of a sudden everything became calm and quite. Looking around I saw another very familiar and loving face. Hers was a face that had somehow been transformed from a look of loss, pain, and suffering, to one of angelic beauty. Gone were the worry wrinkles and crows feet. Gone was the look of personal loss and old age. This face was unequivocally my Mothers. My Mother who was long dead, dying early with the loss of a husband, sisters and sons, was standing before me with a loving smile and pixie like twinkle in her eyes. 

She reached for me and gently grasping my hands, gave me a light, feathery kiss on my right cheek, a kiss that only a loving Mother could give. With tears of joy in her eyes, she softly whispered "Welcome Home my son, Welcome Home." Suddenly, with a wave of love and understanding, I realized that I was truly home.



The Homecoming



We had gone over a week without seeing each other. I was about an hour late getting home, and had been thinking about what you told me this morning. You said that you wanted me to take you, posses you and your body. I had spent the day thinking about how I was going to do just that. 

With the thought of your flesh against mine and me having my way with you, I had spent the last half of my drive home with my cock raging in my pants. I could not get comfortable in my car for the pressure in my pants. My balls were aching for your touch, your lick, your body exposed to my desire. Every bump in the road resulted in a shooting ache in my groin.

The last call I got from you was almost enough for me to pull over and relieve the pressure that was building. You told me that you wanted to taste me. You said that you wanted to swallow me whole. The thought of your mouth on my manhood was near painful at this point.

As I made my journey, you sent me a few texts just to make sure that my cock was raging when I saw you. If you intended to eat me alive, you were determined to make sure that it did not take long to send me over the edge. And the picture you sent, the one of you licking the dildo was the last straw that this camel could handle. I must have you -- now!

I had sped the last 20 miles. Police be damned, I was going to have you. I was going to feel your mouth on my cock and feel you do as you texted that you had planned for me -- to suck me dry. I was going to take you in every way. All I could think of was the ways I would use you and your body to pleasure myself. Knowing that you would do whatever I said was the only thing that was keeping me from pulling off into the woods and stroking my shaft until my pants would no longer strain against my hardness. 

I rounded the corner of our street with the expectation of running into the house and taking you. I met the greatest disappointment I had encountered in months. Our dinner guests had arrived an hour early. This combined with my hour of tardiness had resulted in our dear friends standing between me and what I wanted the most, you.

I pulled into the driveway and paused for a moment. I had to collect my thoughts and hope that the raging erection I had would subside enough to not be seen by a couple I knew was not as sexually driven as you and I. As I sat in the driveway, you sent one more text -- this time I knew it to be purely teasing. You said that I needed to hurry because you had to have me in your mouth now. For a moment, this angered me. Then I had a plan.

I entered the house abruptly. I was curt with our guests saying only hello and that I needed to speak with you alone for a few minutes. That is all my plan would take. I walked to you and took your hand and pulled you up with a snarl. You and our friends thought I was upset. Anger was the only emotion I could think of that would hide the heat that had built in me over the last couple of hours.

I dragged you down the hall and into the bedroom, where I slammed the door. I knew our company would not leave. They had been there for the best and the worst, and a little spat would just fascinate them. I am sure they would expect some fireworks from us. We were known for our passion -- good and bad, but always hot.

Just to be sure they did not leave, I reopened the door and told them to have a beer, we just had something to work out. He chuckled, she punched him -- at least that is what I thought from his sharp grunt. I heard the television come on and the refrigerator open. They would wait.

I turned back to you. Your eyes were wide. Your mouth was agape. You had a slight tremble. You did not know what was coming next. I was on you in one move. I put my hand over your mouth so that you would not say anything. You knew what was next when I held my finger up in front of my lips to say, "hush." Your look of panic changed, but was still charged. You knew what I wanted, but were afraid to respond.

I did not give you a choice. I grabbed your arm and spun you around. You were now facing the bed and the mirror across from it. I could see the look of concern in your face, and you could see the look of desire in mine. I only gave you a second or two to consider what was to happen next.

I grabbed your waste, pulling it towards me while I pushed the back of your head forward and down into the mattress. You tightened your entire body, clenching your ass which was pressed into my groin. Your back stiffened and you gasped. Just to keep our visitors guessing, I shouted, "what were you thinking," loud enough that I knew they would hear.

You looked over your shoulder at me with an inquisitive look. Everything had happed to you so fast that you did not understand. You only knew that I was driven, and that I had you pinned to the bed and was shouting. I did not give you a chance to think.

The next thing you knew, I was ripping you jeans down your thighs. You could not fight me from your position, nor did you want me to stop. You knew I was doing just as we had said, I was taking you. You swept your ass from one side to the other, resulting in a swift slap on it from me. I bent forward and told you to be still with another swift spank. I stood on the bundle of jeans that had piled between your ankles. In less than a couple of seconds I had effectively tied your legs into position. Your underwear was the only thing between you and my desire. It was new, but did not last but a second. I ripped it off in one move.

Now you were exposed in front of me. You hips were red from the fabric I had just shredded from them. Your ass was glowing from the spanking you I had just given you. And, your pussy was flowing from what you knew was coming next.

You tried to lift up, and I pushed you back down as I freed my cock from its constraints. I now hovered at the entrance to your heat, your juices and my pre-come blended at the nexus of our impending union. You try to push yourself back onto me, but I hold just at your entrance. I need to calm down for a moment to keep from losing total control upon feeling the grip of your walls on my shaft. The sensation of me at your entrance is causing your heat to rise. You grunt as you try to buck onto my shaft. You yell out. "Now," you say. I am sure they heard it. I am sure they wonder what had me so hot when I came in the door. If only they knew what we knew at this moment.

When I knew you needed me as much as I needed you, I thrust forward as hard as I could move my hips. A slight shriek emanated from you, and then it transformed into a groan or guttural moan. My first stroke into you had been a shock, but you wanted more. You bucked back into me. We were now frantically pounding back and forth with only the sound of our flesh meeting in the middle to tell the tale of our actions. 

You trembled as you pushed back into me. Your rhythm changed to a lurch. Your body changed from a forward and back buck to a spasmodic wave. You pressed your face into the bed and screamed, the sound muffled by the mattress. Your juices were now rolling down your thighs onto mine and then splashing onto both of us. Your knees buckled and only the bed and my shaft in your depths held you up.

I threw a pillow to the ground and pulled you back towards me. You looked back and made eye contact with me. Your eyes were swimming in your bliss and the inquisition of what was to come next. I again spun you around by your arms. I pushed you down by your shoulders. Your knees landed on the pillow, and my cock landed on your cheek. You looked up at me pleadingly, but my look told you what I wanted. You knew that I would not allow you to reject me. 

You wiped your own juices off your cheek and ran your hands under my balls and up my shaft. Your touch caused me to tremble. You looked me in the eyes and began to circle the head of my cock with your fingers. I breathed in through my teeth as if you were burning my flesh. As your fingers traversed my shaft again, my knees gave just a little. As much as I wanted to be, you had now assumed control.

I placed my hands on each of your shoulders and pulled you to me. You parted your lips and ever so slowly slid your mouth down the entire length of my shaft. Your eyes were just barely visible under your hair, but were strikingly blue and bright -- and drilling into me. As you stroked your lips forward and back on my shaft, you looked directly into my eyes. I had great difficulty holding eye contact with you. The pressure of your hands, one on my shaft, the other under my balls, and the caress of your lips was driving me over the edge.

It only took a few strokes. You felt the head of my cock begin to swell. You could sense my breathing deepening and my heart rate increasing. I lost my eye contact with you. You quickened your pace on my shaft and began to increase the pressure on my scrotum. I was quickly building to a release that I was certain was going to overwhelm you. 

You had on a new shirt, and were made up for our dinner party. You had no choice but to swallow my seed. So rarely did I get to feel the heat of your mouth as I came, I tried to hold back but lost total control. You stroked and sucked as I began to buck and shoot into your mouth. Instead of pulling away as I have become accustomed, you drove deeper. You pumped your mouth and hands even faster and harder as my juices gushed into your cheeks. My knees buckled and I began to fail under my own weight. Instead of letting my cock fall from your lips, you followed me down. You kept my cock in your mouth until my legs had completely failed and you had drawn the last of my come from my shaft.

You stood and wiped the corner of your mouth with a wicked grin. You leaned forward and licked my ear, with a whisper. "Any thing else Master?"

You pulled your jeans up, glanced at the mirror and left the room with only a quick flip of your hair, looking none the worse for wear. I was left leaning against the bed with my jeans around my knees and a limp cock between my trembling legs and the door wide open. 

After I regained my composure and returned to the living room, you stood and walked over to me. You kissed me on the cheek and apologized for having treated me the way you had. With a look only I could see, you said, "You can punish me later." Just before you turned back to our guests and asked if they would like anything else to drink.



The Homecoming



I arrived home early from LA, picked up the car and drove out to the house thinking how surprised she'd be to see me. As I approached the house there was something wrong, there was a light in the bedroom window, what was that all about I wondered. I know, she's getting dressed in something sexy to greet me when I show up.

I walked down the side of the house to peek in the bedroom window, and what a surprise I got. She was lying on the bed, legs spread wide being fucked by a man, or boy, my 18 year old son Will, her step-son. The strange thing was that generally they didn't seem to get on that well. Jackie was 22 years older than him, just 40, and watching them fuck was inspiring. What should I do? I wondered as I watched.

Jackie was naked from the waist down and her t-shirt was pushed up to show her lovely breasts and as I continued to watch Will stopped, raised his head and said something to her. They both smiled and kissed, a long saliva swallowing kiss while her legs wrapped around his back. He raised back then kissed her breast and started to suck on it while he started again to fuck her. Her reaction was to spread her legs wider and he started pounding her again. Her mouth fell open as if in pain and through the closed window I heard her scream.

I got back in the car, drove slowly back to town and stopped at a bar where I'd been before a couple of times.

"Hi Bob, what brings you into town?" The bartender called out as I settled on a bar-stool.

"Well I just got back from LA early, drove to the house and saw my wife was entertaining someone I didn't want to meet just now. So I left again."

"A strange man in bed with her?" He laughed.

"No," I chuckled. " but y'know some people you want to see when you get back from a trip and some you don't"

I ordered a beer and we chatted for a while. Other people came in, no-one I knew, the jokes went around. Phil, the bartender, was one of those big brash guys who can't leave a joke alone. He told everyone I'd come home and found my wife in bed with a total stranger, or some variant thereof until, fortunately, it was time for me to leave.

I got to the house, Jackie asked if I'd eaten and I said no, but I wasn't really very hungry, so she made me a fried egg sandwich with a glass of white wine. I told her about the trip and what I'd accomplished. As we talked I looked at her and thought what a fine looking woman she was. Red hair, blue-green eyes and a mouth that needed to be kissed. Then as she got up to get me a cup of coffee it was her body that struck me, nice and slim with a nice butt, but too bad, she wasn't wearing a skirt, I couldn't see her beautiful legs.

I asked her what she'd been doing while I was gone.

"The usual, shopping, cooking for me and Will, oh and I've seen Richard a couple of times, is that what you were after?" She smiled down at me as she made coffee.

"Well, no, my question wasn't really fair. You see, I got home early." She looked puzzled. "Yes I got home a couple of hours ago, saw the light on in the bedroom and thinking you might be putting on something sexy I snuck down to take a look. Boy did I get a surprise."

"You bastard! Spying on me! I hope you got your money's worth." And started to storm out of the kitchen.

"No, wait," I called out, "Wait, It wasn't that at all. What I saw was beautiful." I said this quietly so that Will, who was watching television in the living room wouldn't hear. Jackie turned around and came back.

"Yes, I saw Will fucking you and it looks as if my oldest son takes after me. He seemed to be doing a good job. Was he?"

Her feathers still ruffled Jackie turned to me as we went back into the kitchen. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She knew I didn't care that she had sex with other men, but with my son was a bit different.

"So you saw. Now you know, it's sort of a relief. It wasn't supposed to happen, even though Will was always doing things to try to get to me; to try to get closer to me. I knew what he wanted, and I'm surprised you didn't see it."

"I guess I was blind as to what was going on, in fact I thought you didn't really like each other. So this was a one-off thing tonight.?"

"No, it started the day you left, last Monday, wasn't it? I met Richard after work, we had a drink at that little bar at Hilltop, the one you like to take me to in the hope that a man will hit on me, remember? I got home a little late and Will had started to make dinner, very sweet of him. We finished getting it together and ate, then sat in front of the television watching some dumb game show and sipping wine.

I guess I wasn't being careful enough about how I sat, because I saw Will eyeing my legs, so I sat up straighter. Next thing I knew he was lighting up a joint even though he knew we didn't allow that in front of us. I asked him not to, but he said you and I did it so why couldn't he. We got into a discussion about the pot and he came and sat beside me. 

Finally I grabbed the joint and took a drag. We talked about it some more, but now it was about how nice the stuff was and when he leaned over and kissed me I asked him not to do it. I guess we sat silent for a moment, things were getting hazy, and next time he kissed me I responded while he took my breast in his hand.

My heart was pounding as he unbuttoned my blouse, and without thinking I unhooked my bra, it hooked conveniently in front. I was reacting just the way I would have with any lover. I knew that I was going to let Will, your son, my step-son, fuck me, and I wanted it, I wanted it badly. So badly, in fact that he barely had his hand under my skirt before I had my panties off and was spreading my legs for him to do it.

Oh that felt so good. But you know how I am with a new lover. As a new cock slides into me it always feels wonderful. Soon he was banging away at me hard, the way I like it, but he came too quickly. We rested like that a few minutes with me clasping him between my legs. We hadn't said a word I don't think. I went and got kleenex and cleaned up - we didn't want to get anything on the furniture.

He sort of muttered he was sorry or something and I shut him up saying I wanted it as much as he did." 

"That must have been pretty exciting for you. Where did you do it, right there on the couch in front of the TV?"

"Yes,right in front of the TV, while the stupid show continued. No condom, no precautions, just straight fucking, and it was wonderful, that kid has a cock as big as yours. That night I took him to bed with me and he lasted better and then, of course, he wanted it again in the morning."

"That was it, then,until tonight?"

"You're kidding! You know how boys that age are, you were that age once, weren't you? No he couldn't get enough. We've slept in our, yours and my, bed every night. Every night we've fucked, then sometimes in the morning and once, I don't remember which day, I've lost track, I gave him blowjob before dinner as well. The latest thing is that he wants me to stop taking the pill and give me a baby. How about that?"

"Whoa!" I laughed, "We'd better nip that in the bud."

"You think so? It might be kinda fun. Years ago I gave up that baby to adoption, but it might be exciting to have a child with such a vigorous stud."

I told her not to do anything dumb but in the meantime did she want to go on doing it with Will? I wouldn't mind as long as I had sex with her too, and she and I would sleep together in our bed, although occasionally she could spend the night with him, but in his bed.

"Let's discuss it with Will." I said.

We called Will in. You could see the concern on his face, he was sure he'd done something wrong. When I explained that Jackie had told me all about it he was relieved, and reached out across the table to hold her hand.

"Now, I don't care if you two want to go on fucking, it's probably good for both of you. But be discreet, don't let anyone know, some one might consider it incest although it isn't really. If either or both of you are going to fuck other people, and I know Jackie will want to fuck Richard, you'll have to use condoms. The last thing we need is to have clap in the family."

Jackie protested, "Richard? I never have to use anything with him. He'll think it strange if I suddenly start asking him to put a condom on."

"And if you pick up someone else? Will you be sure he uses a condom?"

"Okay, okay, I'll try to remember and I'll keep a couple in my purse. But you know how Richard is, and how he objects to me seeing other people."

"Another thing," I said. "Forget about the baby Will. Our lives are complicated enough, especially with the new relationship between us. And besides, what would be its relationship to us? Since it would be from my wife it would be my child - or would it be my grand-child? It would be Jackie's child. And you Will, your child or brother or sister. No, it's all wrong and my head's spinning thinking about it."

I said it was getting late. We should get to bed. Jackie got up and grabbed Will's hand.

"I'll see you in bed in a few minutes." She called out to me as they went down the hall to Will's bedroom.