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The Spark

By: SandyLady



At the time, I couldn't believe it, I didn't know whether to feel shocked, shamed, angry or pleased that my son had overstepped the mark with a close friend of mine. One thing was for sure, I was in a bit of an awkward situation and I now found myself sinking into a journey toward the forbidden.

Let me explain. Helen, my neighbor and very close friend, was, like me, in her early forties and married with a growing young family. She had an eighteen year old son Simon who was a friend to my own nineteen year old son. 

Helen had just recanted the story of how my boy, after spending an evening at her home sharing some beers with her son, had asked her for a kiss when he had managed to find a moment alone with her. Of course, Helen had politely declined, reminding him that she was a married woman. But this hadn't stopped him forcing himself on her and wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing her bottom. Apparently he attempted to slide her skirt up and pushed his body against hers where she could clearly feel his arousal. She fortunately stopped him with a simple reprimand and a gentle push away.

Helen had sort of giggled as she told me the story, but it worried me that she was considering him as some sort of pervert or worse a potential rapist. I had reassured her I would deal with it, but all the time I was thinking . . . I had no knowing of what I should do. 

Helen played the situation down and made little of it, explaining that it was a combination of the alcohol and his hormones running wild and that this happens to most teenage boys.

Still! I was upset. Thoughts raced through my mind and continued to torment me after I had been told this story. I found it very difficult to concentrate on any other subject over the next few days and even more difficult to carry on normal conversation whilst in the company of my son. What should I say? Should I confront him with it? Could I confront him with it?

What if Helen had fabricated the tale, that was unlikely . . . surely? Perhaps she was teasing me by making me believe that my son Donny found her attractive enough to become aroused by her. 

She was slim, with a teenage sized ass and pert little boobies admittedly. Should I feel upset that her son Simon had not attempted to force himself upon me. I felt attractive enough myself, much more of a Marilyn Monroe figure, that would not be an unfair comparison, even for my age, the only major difference being that I had a dark chestnut hair color, styled slightly more classic. 

Besides, I thought that Simon was not as handsome as my Donny anyway. Oh dear! -- was that wrong to think like that? -- of course not, mothers think that their own children are better looking than that of other families.

I still felt I had to say something about the incident, if for nothing else other than to keep Donny in check and hopefully warn him not to pester or attempt to molest Helen again. I didn't want my friendship ruined, or the neighborhood gossiping.

Over the next few mornings whilst preparing breakfast, I thought I could quickly speak to him after his father had left for work. But it was during this time I had noticed I could hear the sound of his bed creaking, it was not the sound of him awaking, more a rhythmic sound that increased in tempo over a short time period of a few minutes and then was followed by silence, then followed by the sound of him jumping from the bed and dressing.

I could guess what he was up to and if I thought correctly, he certainly must have active hormones, because every morning before breakfast I figured he was masturbating. Now I couldn't scold my son for 'wanking', it was a natural act after all, him relieving some of that sexual energy. My concern was that he was fantasizing about sex with Helen. 

Over the following mornings a weird situation was developing. As I stood in the kitchen, I was building this picture in my mind of Helen in the bedroom in a variety of sexual positions, moaning and grunting as my son made love to her.

I was being sucked into a confused and bizarre state of mind where I was actually imagining my sons' sexual fantasy, partly with disgust but equally with excitement. Why should I be thinking such a thing? One thing was for sure, hearing him wank in the morning was strangely, starting to make me hot. 

The thoughts of my sons sex rarely left my mind from each day from that point forward. When I spent time with Helen during the day, either at my house or hers, we would sit in the kitchen sharing general chit-chat. Meanwhile, in my mind it was quite different. I was looking at her and undressing her for my boy, and had started including her in my bizarre three way fantasy. 

Like so many erotic fantasies they are set alight by a small spark and grow and grow into a raging fire and I could feel this fire growing in me. At first my imaginings were of my Donny coupled in intercourse with Helen and I was a detached observer, somewhat like watching a porn movie but with people that looked familiar. I felt rushes of guilt and upset, and feelings of lust and excitement all at the same time, all whilst thinking a variety of lewd thoughts. 

I knew things were getting out of hand when the most taboo thought entered my mind. Not a thought of full sex, but an explosive moment that entered my mind on a lusty evening with my hubby. 

We had returned home from an evening at our regular pub and were both slightly tipsy, my hubby was in one of his horny moods. He wanted me to change into some sexy night-time outfit, which I was only to glad to do, thinking of the love making I would enjoy. But as I went to my lingerie drawer and started sorting through the garments, thoughts of dressing up for my son started racing through my head. As I sat and undressed at the dresser table I turned and looked at the marriage bed and pictured my naked son lying astride Helen. I imagined her to be fully clothed, wearing her blouse, which she had open to her navel. Her small titties were squeezed out of the cups of her bra and her big brown nipples were erect. I pictured her with her tight tweed pencil skirt ruffled up around her hips revealing her tan nylon stocking tops and suspender belt. She still had her brown court shoes on but her legs were raised and pointed from her bent knees toward the bedroom door. I watched my sons ass gently and sexily pump up and down and thought of his throbbing hard cock thrilling the inside of Helen's loved up pussy. Yes I was thinking that way about my son . . . 'throbbing hard cock', but still, not making love to me.

I was in love and hyper excited by these fantasy images as I drew my fully fashioned black nylon stockings over my legs. I fastened the suspender belt around my hips and secured the fastenings. I then placed my luscious black half cupped embroidered silk bra on and my black maribou kitten heeled slippers on my feet. And finally a transparent teal teddy trimmed with black maribou and opened down the front, it only being held together with a little bow.

I stood up and framed my hairy pussy in a triangle between my hands as I gazed at it in the mirror lustily, then I quietly asked under my breath . . . 'Are you ready to watch your mummy fuck my darling?' I again turned to the bed imagining my son there.

I climbed onto the bed and assumed an enticing and provocative pose as if lying beside Helen and Paul in their love clasp and shouted through to the lounge to my hubby 'Are you coming to bed, it's late'.

I knew this wouldn't make the intention of my wanting a fucking obvious should my son accidently overhear it in the real world, as he was hopefully asleep in his room only a few doors away. Secretly I was wishing he was here to watch his mummy and daddy enjoy their session, the thought made me all the hotter. 

Within seconds my hubby was in the room stripping his clothing off and before you could shake a tail feather, he was on the bed beside me. His cock was already hard in wanton anticipation and glistening with pre-cum. If he could only imagine what I was thinking. I loved it as we groped and kissed, I felt his fingers enter me as I wanked him, then I sucked him for a bit as he lapped at my pussy lips. We played and teased for some time before he positioned himself between my thighs.

'Are you watching baby?' I let slip, as my husbands wonderful dick slid into my hallowed love chute. Hubby lay atop of me propped up on his hands watching as he fucked! I turned to the side, again seeing my boy and Helen in my fantasy laying beside us, matching our rhythm as we each fucked in unison. I started imagining talking to him - the feeling was intense, I stretched my hand to that side of the bed dreaming my son was holding it.

'Fuck her slutty pussy!' I blurted out and could feel my husbands reaction as at first, he paused. Then I gasped aloud. . . 'She's your whore, fuck her, fuck the nasty lady' . . . my husband started thrusting with full slamming strokes gathering pace as he went. 

That was the point where I knew the taboo obsession had taken over bigtime. I was on fire, my body was burning with sinful pleasures and wicked thoughts, my husbands fucking was feeling better than ever and the fantasy thoughts were fueling it. 

I cried out 'Yes! Yes! kiss me baby, kiss your mummy, she's cumming . . . she's fucking and cumming!' I felt a tongue push into my mouth and started tongue wrestling as orgasm after orgasm flooded my entire body. I grabbed and held my hubbies hair, thrusting my tongue rapidly in and out of his mouth like a cock fucking it, dreaming it was Donny who was kissing his mummy, just as my inside was being washed with jets of hot spunk from his dad. I was groaning out loud in ecstasy. 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! baby!' I sighed. 'Oh . . . mummy feels good.' I whispered. 'Fill me with your Cum daddy . . . fill my hot cunt!'

My husband loved it, but little could he imagine what his now depraved wife was thinking.

I was wanting to fuck my own son.

What was happening to me? Should I attempt to fulfill my fantasy?

The Spark



Chapter One

"Damn!" I swore. "How could a person get lost going back to their own hometown?" I hadn't bothered with maps except to get near the right area. I figured I would remember the way once in the vicinity. I should have known better. I had definitely not inherited my mom's knack for finding where she was going. In fact, I would call myself geographically challenged.

I guess considering that Mom and I had left when I was five might explain some things. Back then, I'd really known only how to using landmarks, not street names, to get to neighbor's farms and into town, but landmarks change. I wouldn't be returning even now, or rather, trying to return now, 25 years later, if it weren't for my older brother.

Jason was two years older than me. When Mom had decided to leave and move from Iowa to Florida, Jason had stayed with Dad and I had gone with Mom, our family split down the middle. We had had no contact until I'd received an invitation to Jason's wedding in the mail a month ago.

I really hadn't planned to attend. When we had left, Mom had moved us to a nudist resort in Florida. Crystal Palms was a beautiful place. We had lived in a sweet, cozy double wide surrounded by billowing palm trees. It was a much different life than I might have led. We had only worn clothes to leave the resort, I had a perpetual, all-over tan, and my hair had lightened over the years from dishwater blonde to almost pure white. I didn't think I'd fit in back home even though I'd love to see my brother get married.

Two weeks ago I'd changed my mind. I'd gone to visit my fiancé at his home to surprise him. We'd met a year ago and been engaged for six months. He was a businessman to whom my best friend had introduced me at a party. Well two weeks ago I'd been the one in for a surprise. I walked in quietly and heard sounds from the bedroom. I figured maybe he was watching some porn. I snuck in only to find my best friend Liza with her legs in the air over her head and my fiancé Steve with his cock buried in her pussy thrusting away. I stood there, my chin on the ground, for over a minute before they realized I was even there. 

He'd tried to explain. Things like Liza had hit on him. He'd been weak. It would never happen again. It didn't work. My trust was broken. I gave him his ring back and then began making travel plans. I'd needed to get out, a change of scenery. Two days ago I'd packed up the saddlebags and trunk on my sweet little glossy white Harley Softail, strapped on my suitcase, geared up and pulled out. Riding always calmed me, brought my spirits up. The open road, the wind, and the power beneath me all combined to restore my sense of freedom.

I'd never made a multi-state ride before however, and, to make things worse, I had gotten lost. I was dirty and tired by the time I found my way and pulled into the main street of my hometown. I got strange looks as I slowly made my way to the other side. Not many chicks in riding leathers on Harleys around here I guessed. That didn't bother me though as memories came flooding back of shopping at the grocery with Mom, or carrying nails for Dad at the hardware store, or all four of us enjoying an ice cream at the soda shoppe. Some places were gone or replaced but most still there. 

A strange feeling of belonging, of coming home passed over me as I revved out the other end of town passing the church and the elementary school. There would be no more getting lost now, I was on the right path. I sped up and ate up the miles toward the farm. When I was getting close I made a rash decision and turned off on a little dirt road that led into the woods behind our closest neighbor's farm. Their son Noah, one year younger than Jason, had been his best friend way back when. Instead of blowing me off as a pesky little girl, they had let me join in their adventures. The three of us had been inseparable, until I'd had to leave. 

I pulled to a stop parking my bike in a clump of willows just in case someone came by. I wanted to be alone. This had been our favorite place of all, Noah's pond. It was lush and green and cool. The old rope swing was even still here. I stripped out of helmet, gloves, boots, leather jacket and clothes. I walked up to the rope naked as the day I was born. I had a flashback of two black haired little boys and a small blonde headed girl swinging, splashing and screaming together. Regret pierced my heart for a moment for what might have been if Mom and I had stayed. Then I smiled, took the rope in hand, swung out and let go.

With a splash, the cool water enveloped me. I popped to the surface with a smile. I loved the feel of water caressing my skin as I swam around. It was crisp and clean, the sky was blue with a hint of summer clouds, and it smelled like nature. I eventually climbed out and lay on a nearby rock to dry off in the last warm rays as the sun began to sink. 

When I began to doze I knew I'd been here long enough. I began plaiting my hair in a braid and putting it up to keep it dry for one last quick dip. I hated putting my head into my helmet with wet hair. I waded slowly into the pond running my hands over my body as I did so. Over my large breasts, tweaking my nipples as I went, down over my tummy and my hips, I was not a toothpick but not oversized. I was just right for me and happy with myself, the kind of woman who looked good in a tankini but not a bikini.

My hands wandered lower yet to pet my slight bush, threading through my pussy hair and tugging gently. My fingers parted my folds and I caressed my clit. My eyes closed as sensations traveled up my spine. I cupped my fingers and pushed them up inside me pumping myself as the heel of my hand bumped my clit. I was cumming hard an instant later. My body was shaking and my mind blocked out the outside world...until I heard voices.

"Fucking hell!" I swore under my breath, broken from the spell I had woven. The male voices were coming closer. It sounded like two of them. I couldn't be found like this, not here. Nudity was natural to me but not to the people who lived around here! I moved through the water into the curtain of sheltering branches of a weeping willow. Just in time too, as the two men who belonged to the voices came into view at the edge of the pond. They were staggering a bit and one appeared to have a beer bottle in his hand. In the meager light the only thing I could tell was that one was slightly taller, they were both dark headed, and they were built, muscular and strong. In my mind I named them Shorter and Taller. I struggled not to giggle.

I quietly listened as the shorter one started disrobing. "Tonight was your idea. Now I'm drunk, it's getting late, and no girls. What happened to the stripper? I wanted to see naked girls!"

"I didn't get a stripper. I told you that," said Taller, sounding less drunk than his friend.

"Shows what a good friend you are!"

"I am a good friend. That's why no stripper. Got you drunk early, now I can take you home to tuck you in early for a good night's sleep. I know you can't handle your alcohol."

"Fine," Shorter responded. "I'm swimming. You coming?" he asked as he shucked his underwear.

"Soon as I finish this beer," responded Taller taking a seat in the grass at the edge of the pond.

Shorter stood up on the rock I had recently been lying on. I got a good view of his well-hung muscular form just before he dived in. He surfaced in the middle and began swimming around. My luck ran out just as he neared my hiding place. A fish chose that moment to nibble my breast surprising the crap out of me. I jumped and gave a small gasp. It was just enough. When I looked up again, I was looking into dark brown eyes.

"Oh, I see," said Shorter. "No stripper, but he got me a mermaid!" He reached for my arm and pulled me from the covering branches. "What's your name little mermaid?"

"Ariel," I tossed back at him sassily, trying to pull out of his grasp.

"You're hot Ariel. Such a nice gift." He pulled me flush against him and lowered his mouth to mine. I was too shocked to protest, both at being called hot and that this stranger was kissing me.

I could feel his body responding to mine, his cock was pressing against me. His tongue invaded my mouth as his arms wrapped around me. My nipples, already sensitive from my own touch earlier sprang to life against his furry chest.

My brain had not stopped functioning as my body traitorously responded to the attention. A mermaid? Yes, he was drunk, but really? I had only ever had one sex partner in my life; I wasn't loose and didn't play around. I had discovered I enjoyed sex with my former fiancé until I had found him cheating. We had tried a little of everything and he was always careful and gentle with me. What would be the harm to play the Lorelei, just this once? I'd never see them again after tonight.

I wasn't going to give in too easily but I did give myself over to the kiss. Oh yes, he had skills. He'd kissed girls before. His tongue swept into my mouth delving deeply as his hands caressed my back downward until he was cupping my ass, squeezing my cheeks.

I pulled back from him. "I'm not a mermaid. You can't just grab me and kiss me."

"Mmmmm, yes you are and yes I can. You're a present and a delicious one. I want to taste more. Come with me." He pulled me along through the water with him.

As we had been introducing ourselves, taller had come quietly into the water. I'd been so engrossed I'd heard nothing.

"Hey bro thanks for the surprise gift."

"What are you talking about?" Taller asked.

"You got me a mermaid and she's tasty. Want a nibble? I'll share."

"You're crazy man. Mermaid?" Obviously Taller was much less drunk than shorter. As I was pulled forward and thrust into Taller's arms I lost my balance. He caught me just before I could go under.

"Have I just caught myself a mermaid?"

"Of course not," I replied. "Your friend is drunk. Thanks to you?"

"Me and an afternoon of beer," he chuckled. "It's for his own good. What's your name sweetheart?"

"Ariel," I answered promptly. "And yours?"

"I'm Erik and my friend is Sebastian then."

"Oh ha ha," I couldn't help but grin.

"I don't even know you damn it. I've never done anything like this before but I want to kiss you. May I?"

"You ask for what your friend took without permission. I'm not easy Erik, but yes, kiss me." His lips descended to mine in a soft caress. It felt like I'd been zapped on my lips by static electricity. I'd never felt anything that intense from a kiss.

He pulled back from me a moment giving me a strange look. Had he felt it too? I stared into his green-blue eyes until his lips once again met mine. This kiss was not a caress like the previous one. It was an invasion, an attack, and I met it head-on. Our tongues met and twirled together in an odd ballet. My arms locked around his neck, my body pressed tightly to his.

I felt his cock pressing firmly against me. I was still stirred up from getting myself off so recently and the wetness I was feeling in my pussy now was not pond water. His fingers threaded through my hair pulling my head back as he moved down to kiss my neck.

As he nibbled there I felt Shorter behind me. His hands came around me to cup my breasts and tug at my nipples. I felt his cock wedged between my ass cheeks. He rubbed it up and down. Double team? My ex and I had tried anal a few times and I'd liked it, but two guys? Was I in deeper than I cared to be?

It didn't matter. Tonight I was Ariel, a sea siren, and a water nymph. There was a first time for everything. I felt like the tasty morsel in the center of a sandwich. If there were not a whole lot of preliminaries I would be fine with it. I was feeling hot and needy.

"I want you Ariel," Erik said in my ear. "I want this."

"I don't do this kind of thing Erik, but I want it too."

"Come on then," he said taking my hand and leading me to the shore, Shorter following with his hands on my waist. "Was it so he wouldn't get lost," I thought and giggled.

"What?" Erik asked.

"Do you think Sebastian will remember this in the morning? He's pretty drunk."

"I don't know, but I will," he answered seriously. I blushed.

Once at the shore he lay back in the cool grass. His cock stood invitingly tall from its own nest of grass. I knelt down and covered it with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head once then engulfed him deeply. He gasped in pleasure as I sucked.

I felt hands on my ass as Shorter was at me again. He pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue laved my ass slit. He poked into my puckered hole making me groan. I needed filling...now. Getting up from my knees I straddled Erik. He didn't touch me. I think he was giving me the chance to back out. I wasn't going to. I'd made up my mind. I plunged my wetness down over him taking it all.

I sat there, propped by my hands on his chest and eyes closed, enjoying the full feeling. My ex had been much smaller. This felt good. I opened my eyes to see him grinning up at me. I liked the way his eyes glittered when he smiled; I smiled back and leaned down for a kiss. As our lips met once again, I felt Shorter's hand spreading my ass cheeks and the tip of his cock at my backdoor. I'd done anal, yes, but never DP. I concentrated on the kiss as the tip of his cock eased slowly into my ass. As it slipped deeper in I deepened the kiss. When he was in all the way everything stopped for a moment. I gasped.

"Are you OK?" Erik asked.

"Yes," I answered breathlessly. "Just so full. It feels good. I've never felt it like this before."

Then Shorter started moving pulling out slowly. I could feel every inch. He plunged back in which caused me to move on Erik. Their cocks seesawed inside me, rubbing everywhere. It was intense, and I cried out as I came. They kept pumping into me. It was almost like an odd ballet. I was riding Erik while Sebastian was riding me. They were both groaning, and I was whining as I felt tremors race up my spine. I was going to cum again even harder.

I exploded. I saw stars as lightening zinged through my limbs, my throbbing pussy spasmed around Erik's cock. Shorter pulled out of my ass. I heard him groan as he came. He shot his load over my ass and up my back. I could feel the warm stickiness landing on me only to cool quickly in the night air. When he was done spurting he stumbled to the rock I had lain on. He lay down and was immediately snoring, so romantic. 

I continued to ride Erik's cock, admiring his control, surprised he had not cum yet. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, hugging him inside me. He grasped me tightly and pounded in one last time. With a deep moan he came. I could feel him spurting deep inside as I rocked on him trying to milk every drop he had to offer. When we were both spent, I lay on top of Erik not really wanting this to end. The cool night air wafted some pollen from a night blooming flower to my nose and I sneezed causing a very unglamorous ending as his cock and our juices squeezed right out of me. I turned red as a tomato. Thank goodness it was dark and he couldn't see. I hopped up and made for the pond. Erik was right behind me. I got waist deep before he was able to stop me.

"Are you OK," he asked once again.

"Do you really care or are you just being nice?" I bit out at him.

"May sound strange, but I do care. I don't get it. I don't know why. I felt a spark. I feel drawn to you."

"I felt it too," I admitted. "It was weird. But I've got to get cleaned up and get going. I have somewhere to be and I'm late."

"Meeting someone?"

"Actually, yes," I answered as I cleaned myself as well as possible. "And he'll be worried I'm so late."

"He? Oh, OK then, whatever," he responded. He sounded dejected, deflated, like he'd been kicked in the gut. "Let me help you with your back so you can get going." He helped me rinse the spunk from my back where I could not reach. "Listen, I've got a towel on the shore. I'll get it for you."

"Thanks," I said as he waded to the bank. I finished cleaning and met him at the edge. He gave me the towel and I dried off. 

When I was standing dry and naked before him he said, "One more kiss before you disappear forever?" He didn't give me a chance to say no as his lips claimed mine. I felt that strange spark once again. I didn't want this kiss to end. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay and explore this further, but I knew my dad was waiting for me and most likely worried.

He pulled away first. "You'd better go."

"Will Sebastian be OK?"

"Yeah, I'll let him sleep it off then take him home and tuck him in. He has a busy day tomorrow."

"All right then. Goodbye Erik," I said wistfully.

"Goodbye Ariel."

I turned and headed through the bushes to my bike. I dressed and suited up quickly. Pulling on my helmet, I started up my bike and grinned as it roared to life. I pulled out onto a small lane the sound of my oversized pipes the only thing I could hear. Without looking back I headed to my childhood home.

Chapter Two

Ten minutes later I pulled up to my dad's farm. It was full dark by then so I couldn't see much. Dad must have been waiting for me though, as he came down the porch steps when I roared in. He pointed out a nearby barn where I should park my bike. I pulled in and dismounted. After removing my helmet, I gathered my gear and took a deep breath. I was so nervous I thought I might throw up. 

As I approached the house, Dad relieved all my fears by scooping me into his arms like a child for a huge bear hug. He was, as I remembered, a large man, strong. His dark hair tinged with silver was the only sign of his age. I felt like a little kid again. With tears in my eyes I returned his hug. As he led me inside into the light of the kitchen, I could see the tears streaming down his cheeks. Everything would be OK.

Dad insisted that I sit at the table so he could feed me. I was soon eating homemade pizza and garlic bread. We talked during my meal and became easier with each other. It turned out that Jason was not here. Noah, still his best friend, had taken him out to do bachelor things on his last night of freedom. He had promised to have him at the altar by noon tomorrow. It was nice to know they were still friends. I could only hope the two would accept me back.

When I'd finished, Dad carried my things up to my old bedroom. I could do nothing but yawn as he set my bags down and gave me a hug goodnight. When he'd left, closing the door behind him, I stripped out of my tank, jeans, boots, bra and panties. I flopped on my little old twin bed I'd had as a kid and was instantly asleep. 

For how tired I had been, I awoke in the dim light of early dawn. With a yawn and stretch I let myself out onto the veranda that wrapped around the second story of the old farmhouse. No one else was up or around as I stood nude and greeted the day as I had many mornings back home. I loved the feel of the sun as it warmed my skin. I combed my fingers through my messy morning hair and skimmed them over my body. I wanted to get myself off there in the morning light. I tweaked my nipples till they puckered then lowered them to tug at my bush. I didn't understand the females who liked to be bare as so many at the resort did. I loved to tease myself by pulling at my fur. Loved the softness of it under my touch. Oh yes, it promised to be a beautiful day. 

I went back inside and ventured down the hall to the bathroom. A hot shower with shampoo and soap washed off the pond residue and the remaining stickiness between my legs. I was feeling clean and warm and starting to feel sleepy again as I headed back to my room in nothing but skin and a towel wrapping my still damp hair. Unfortunately, before I made it, Dad's door opened and he stepped into the hall. We stopped and looked at each other in awkwardness.

"Good morning Dad," I ventured to break the silence.




The Spark



"Morning Jessie," he returned. "Did you forget something?" he chuckled.

"Nope," I returned. "Dad, you know where I grew up. You know I'm a nudist. Are you going to hold it against me or accept it?" I asked acknowledging the elephant in the room.

"Jessie, it's OK," he returned. "I know what your mother wanted, it just wasn't for me. I'm old school. You've turned into a beautiful woman, just like her. I regret missing seeing you grow up, but you grew up well. She did a good job."

"You still love her, don't you?" I asked in sudden surprise.

"Yes," he responded lowering his eyes. "I never stopped and never will. She's the only woman that there will ever be for me. The only woman I've ever kissed that I've felt that spark."

My eyes raised in surprise. "Spark?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I know it's weird but from the first kiss I felt a spark with her. Almost like a zap of electricity."

"That's cool Dad. I'm going to go lie down a bit again. I'll be ready by noon."

"OK sweetheart, sleep well."

I entered my room and curled up on my messy bed once again. I was so lethargic that I fell asleep instantly. I dreamed of electric kisses. I did not reawaken until I heard a knock on my door. It was Dad. 

"Honey, you've got to be in the yard in ten minutes," he was saying. "The wedding starts in half an hour."

"Eleven thirty?" I said to myself. "Holy shit!" Out loud I replied calmly, "Coming Dad, I'm almost ready!"

I jumped up and pulled the towel off my straight white blonde hair, brushed it out, and began plaiting it neatly down my back. Once done, I rifled my travel pack and grabbed the light blue and white maxi sundress I'd brought for the wedding. Popping my breasts into place, I slipped on some nice leather flip-flops. I glanced in the mirror, just right for a warm summer day and fancy enough for an outdoor wedding in the backyard of a farmhouse.

I slipped my mom's diamond earrings in my lobes as I left my room. I always wore them but had taken them out for the cross-country trip. I hadn't wanted to lose them taking my helmet on and off so many times. I slipped down the stairs and met Dad at the back door. He smiled as he looked me over.

"You look lovely," he said with pride. "And your mother's earrings? I gave those to her on our wedding day."

"She gave them to me on my 21st birthday Dad. She said she wanted to give me something special from the both of you."

"Get on with you before you make an old man cry. Take your seat up front. No hiding. Show these small town folks how wonderful my Florida daughter turned out."

"OK," I told him, smiling.

I could feel eyes on me, tracing my steps as I made my way up the aisle in the bright sunlight. I slipped into the second row on the groom's side. I kept my head high as I took my seat. I was sure some of them knew who I was but others were wondering who was the stranger sitting way up front. I faced forward in my seat admiring the transformation from simple farmyard into elegant rustic wedding venue; someone had skills. It was beautiful.

Ten minutes passed before two tall, dark haired men in tuxes wearing shades approached the arch at the head of the aisle. They removed their sunglasses in tandem. I almost passed out.

"Holy fucking Lord!" I thought in panic. "It's Erik and Sebastian! Oh shit!" Erik and Sebastian were my brother Jason and his best friend, best man, Noah? I wanted to sink through the ground. I calmly pulled out my sunglasses and slipped them on.

My attempt to hide was too late. Both sets of male eyes had tracked the crowd and come to land on the only stranger here, me. My shaded eyes met the dark ones of Shorter, Jason, and the green-blue ones of Taller, Noah, both of whom I'd never expected to see again. I watched as they began whispering intently to each other. I'd have given a lot to be a bee on one of the flowers on that archway so I could hear what they were saying.

Then the wedding march began to play. I couldn't really take in the beautiful ceremony that tied my brother to the red headed woman he was promising himself to. All I could think of or see were images of last night and two buff naked men, who I still thought were hot, whom I'd, on a whim, allowed to DP me! I'd kissed my brother and he'd fucked my ass!

As the newly married couple headed down the aisle to the applause of those gathered, I awaited my earliest opportunity to escape. I planned to do exactly what I'd told Dad I wouldn't do, hide. I couldn't face these people; I couldn't face Noah and Jason. What would they think of me? Probably that I'd grown up like some loose little whore, a slut!

Tears were sliding down my cheeks by the time I was able to escape. I avoided the reception tent and made it to the barn where my Harley was parked. I ran my hand over the dusty white tank with its American flag, red white and blue tried and true. It needed a wash after my journey. At that moment, if I'd been in jeans, I'd have revved up and ridden away even without helmet and leather jacket, and I never rode without protection.

"I thought it was Harley pipes I heard leaving the pond last night," said Noah's voice behind me.

"Yeah, well, it's my ride. Is that a problem?" I threw at him feeling defensive.

"No, not at all. That's a beautiful Softail. It's a much wiser choice than say, a Sportster. As for myself, I prefer my Road King. You've got a good set of pipes on it."

"Thanks," I said. "You ride?"

"Yes I ride. You know, I should have known it was you last night. Should have recognized you."

"How? I've been gone 25 years. I'm grown up now."

"Very grown up, and much changed. What's with the white hair? Do you dye it?"

"No, it's natural. It's from a life spent outdoors under the Florida sun."

"It's beautiful, unique, like you. A lot of women would pay a lot of money for hair like yours."

"So how should you have known me last night? I can't remotely think of how you could have recognized me."

"Your birthmark," he answered simply.

"What?"

"Well, actually, the birthmark on your shoulder blade and the scar you got when you fell out of that tree behind my house when you were four. The way they are next to each other reminds me of a chocolate covered strawberry. Good enough to eat."

"You remember all that about me?"

"I remember everything about you Jessie. Or should I call you Ariel? Can we talk somewhere private?"

"Don't bring that up Noah. Or should I call you Erik? It was a mistake. I'm sorry it happened."

"Touché, little mermaid, but nothing happens without a reason. We will talk about it. Loft?" he asked raising his eyebrows at me.

"Fine," I responded reluctantly making my way to the ladder to the hayloft. I hiked up my ankle length sundress and carefully made my way up with Noah right behind me.

"I'm impressed," he said.

"About what?"

"You."

"Me? Me what?"

"Everything."

"You know nothing about me except what you think you know."

"What do you think I think I know?"

I dropped my eyes in embarrassment. I wanted to impress this man, wanted him to think highly of me for some reason. Here I stood before him thinking he thought the worst of me. I was sure he thought I was some kind of slut or whore. I couldn't speak. One giant tear slipped down my cheek.

He saw it of course. He walked to me and enfolded me in his arms. "I'm sure you must think the worst of me," he said forlornly. "My best friend and I, too much to drink, practically attacking a lone girl?"

"You didn't!" I said in outrage, defending both him and my brother. "I let you. I'm as much to blame as you both are."

"The tres amigos in trouble again?" he questioned using our parents favorite term for the three of us.

"Yes," I answered meekly.

"I don't think you're bad Jessie. Tell me though why you did it."

"Sit down," I ordered and took a seat myself on a hay bale. He sat beside me. I took a deep breath. "When we left here and moved to Florida, Mom got a nice double wide in a beautiful place called Crystal Palms."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me? I'm sorry, but it doesn't."

"It's a nudist resort."

"You mean where people run around naked?"

"Yes, basically. Just live without clothes when you're there, put them on when you're not. A lot less laundry to do?"

"OK, well, I guess that's why you were going skinny dipping."

"I was hot and sweaty," I answered defensively. "You try riding across that many states in leathers in this heat."

"I have little mermaid."

"Really?"

"Yes, but finish your story."

"A year ago I met someone. Steve was great. He was my first, and only, ever. We got engaged six months ago. I agreed to move in with him away from the resort because he didn't really approve of the nudist life style."

"I take it you didn't meet him there then?"

"No, a work friend introduced us, my best friend from high school."

"So he didn't know?"

"Yes, he did. I was up front with him. I never lied or hid it. I'm not ashamed of my life. He lied to me though."

"Explain."

"Two weeks ago I caught him with his cock planted in the pussy of that 'best friend' who introduced us."

"Oh my God Jessie, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah well, I'm not. Glad I found out then not later. I broke it off and decided to head here for the wedding. Get away for a while."

"And last night?"

"Not the typical me. Jason called me a mermaid. I thought I'd never see either 'Erik' or 'Sebastian' again. I decided to try being bad for once."

"You didn't have sex till you were 29?"

"Yes."

"You've only been with one man until last night?"

"Yes."

"Do you regret last night?"

"That's a tough one. I should. It was my brother and you for goodness sake. It felt so good, but only one part made me happy. Do you regret it?"

"Listen, ten years ago your brother and I enlisted. We spent 5 years in the military. We did things we shouldn't have and that I do regret. My greatest regret was missing my parent's funeral. We saw things we wished we hadn't and we wish we could forget. Last night? I neither regret nor wish to forget."

"Your parents? I didn't think I saw them. I'm so sorry Noah."

"I am too."

"Why don't you regret last night?"

"Jason found Heather. He fell head over heels. She's a wonderful lady, perfect for him. He was lucky. I thought it would never happen for me, until last night. And then you were gone, forever I thought. What part made you happy?"

"Huh?"

"You said last night felt good but only one part made you happy. Which part?"

"The spark," I answered simply.

"You felt it?"

"Yes, you did too?"

"Yeah," he grinned at me.

"It was what I regretted riding away. Not being able to explore that spark. Then Dad said that he had it with Mom, a spark, and she was the right one for him, the only one ever. And I'd walked away from it."

"We are here now. We can explore it."

"We could," I threw back sassily. "I'm a good girl though."

"Yes you are," he agreed. "It's only good for a good girl to play at being bad with the right man."

"And you are?"

"Hopefully your right man," he answered earnestly. "Kiss me?"

I scooted closer and ran my hands up the crisp white linen spanning his muscular chest. I tilted my head back to look into his eyes. He lowered his mouth to mine. I almost held my breath in anticipation. Our lips met and I felt it, that zap again. I knew it meant something, knew it was important. Noah deepened the kiss as if he had held back for that sign. He must have felt it too. 

His arms came around me pulling me close; mine latched around his neck. As his tongue danced with mine I wished for this moment to never end, but I knew it had to. We were expected to be at the reception. He was the best man after all. Then again he had said a good girl could play at being a bad one with the right man. Was this my right man? Noah, my friend from childhood?

Making a rash decision I stood up from him breaking the kiss. I slipped my flip-flops off. Looking him in his gorgeous green-blue eyes I reached my hands to the straps of my sundress and slipped them from my shoulders. With a little wriggle and shimmy it was a puddle of blue at my feet leaving me wearing absolutely nothing.

"God Ariel," he breathed, "you are so beautiful." He stood and walked toward me.

"I'm not. And you are overdressed."

"You are and I am."

"Then take care of it."

In two minutes flat he stood before me as naked as I was. I saw him in the bold light of day for the first time. Firmly muscled body with a host of interesting scars, dark hair lightly furred his chest. Looking at him had my pussy flooding in expectation. I knelt down before him in the hay. I could see, as I'd surmised last night he was a good-sized man. His cock was finely shaped with a nest of dark fur at its base, and it was ready for me.

I reached out with both hands. With one I gently cupped his balls, the other I wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft. Gazing up at him with wide eyes to see his reaction, I took him in my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of precum as my tongue slipped and slid over him. As I rode him with my mouth and hand I continued to watch his reactions. At first he had looked slightly astonished. Now his head was back, mouth open. I slowed some and let my tongue fondle the tip of his cock, playing there a moment. He looked down at me and grinned.

"You, my good little girl, are very, very good at playing bad; however, revenge is sweet. Come," he ordered.

Reaching down he helped me to my feet. He took my dress from the ground and lacking anything else, spread it over a loose pile of hay. He laid me back gently there and came over me for a deep kiss. I could feel his body flush to mine. I was so hot for him, my pussy was drenched, senses on fire. I wiggled and wriggled under him, trying to adjust his cock to where I wanted it.

He broke the kiss and grinned down at me. "Oh no, Ariel," he said. "Bad girls get punished, in good ways."

I didn't quite understand what he meant until he moved down to suck and nibble at my neck. Shit, I'd have hickeys, but did I really care? I moaned and threw my head back offering my neck to him. He didn't stay there long though. His next stop to torment me was my breasts. He cupped them in his hands and passed a thumb over each nipple causing it to pucker.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

"What? No, they are too big."

"Big? No, just right, a handful to hold on to. I love them." He buried his face between them before turning to lick the right then the left one. He went on to suck and bite at them. It hurt but was awesome. I writhed beneath him.

My pussy was drenched as I felt his questing fingers reach my lips. He gently caressed my clit then slipped a finger inside. He continued to suck at my nipples as he stuck a second, then a third finger inside. His hand cupped me and his fingers pumped at me. I was overwhelmed. I groaned as I came, my juices washing over his hand.

As I settled down a bit again he looked up at me. He brought his fingers to his mouth. He breathed deeply as if scenting a delicious aroma. Slowly he slipped finger after finger into his mouth licking my juices from them. It was one of the most erotic things I think I'd ever seen.

"Delicious," he said with a grin, "but not enough."

He moved down my body, spread my legs and knelt between them. There was no build-up, no gentle licking. His hands spread my pussy lips, and he sucked at my clit. He quickly changed things up and was tongue fucking me, deeply, as his thumb stroked my clit. My body was quivering, tremoring, as I came again. This time my juices flooded his face. He only sucked harder, lapping them up. I kept cumming; my body was on fire, until he eased up some. He came back up my body until his cock was between my spread legs. He locked his lips to mine and plunged in with power.

His hips thrust hard into me but I met it. At this point, I wanted more. I wanted pleasure. I wanted pain. I wanted to cum. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to be with him forever. I locked my legs around his back and lifted my hips to him, meeting his every stroke and silently urging him deeper. Shocks shot up my spine. My body convulsed like I was having a seizure. I cried out as the orgasm spiked. He continued pounding into me; still he didn't cum.

I'd never had sex like this before. Yes, my fiancé and I had tried just about everything, but there was no power behind it. With Noah I felt his commanding presence and I reveled in it. I had never cum more than twice in an entire night. I had already cum three times in the short time we had been in the loft. And Noah was not done yet.

He pulled out and I suddenly found myself flipped over on hands and knees with my rear in the air. I was sure I would soon have Noah's cock in my ass. He had other plans however. He plunged into my pussy from behind. I could feel just how deep he was. He rammed into me discovering new areas he had not yet touched. 

He was panting heavily now as he continued to piston into me. I knew he was close to cumming. I was too, again. I could feel his balls banging forward against my clit with every thrust. I was trying to hold off for him to cum. He began kneading my ass cheeks, his thumb slipped into my puckered hole and I completely lost it. I screamed as the strongest orgasm yet hit me. My inner muscles convulsed on his cock, clamping down. 

At that moment he came. I could feel the flood of his essence as it pulsed into me. Lightening exploded in my brain. I saw stars again and then everything went dim. I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew I was cuddled in his arms on my dress in the hay with my head pillowed on his shoulder. He was saying my name and looking at me with a very concerned look on his face.

"Jessie, are you OK?"

"Yes," I squeaked hoarsely. My throat was very sore at the moment.

"God woman, you scared the crap out of me blacking out like that! Next time we'll have to be more careful."

"Next time? I like the sound of that. More careful? No, I don't think so."

"You are going to drive me crazy, aren't you?"

"Yep, I am."

We smiled at each other and began chuckling, until we heard a deep voice roar at us from the hayloft ladder. "Jessie! Noah! What the hell is going on up here?"

I blushed and cringed at the sound of my father's voice. Noah stood up from our nest not caring a bit about his nakedness. "Sir, I plan to marry your daughter," he said shocking me to the tips of my toes. I was speechless.

"You sure as hell will!" Dad answered in full Father mode. "Right now, the preacher is still here!"

Now I was on my feet and getting angry. "Dad! You can't make me do something I don't want to do!"

"Oh, so you're a whore then? Is that what you learned at that nudist place you live at? Just screw a man you just met?" His words were spiteful and hurtful, but I knew I had hurt and shocked him by suddenly not being his little girl anymore but in the blink of an eye, a grown woman.

"Sir!" Noah barked at my father. "That is uncalled for. Jessie is a good girl, a wonderful woman. And we will be married. It will not be today. I'm not going to overstep Jason and Heather's day. Go back to the party, have a beer and think a bit. We will get dressed and be there soon to talk." Dad conceded and stomped to the ladder. He was still stomping as he left the barn. 

I turned to Noah, "What the hell did you mean by that? Marriage?"

"Yep. You didn't mean it when you said you don't want to, did you?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"That's not a no on marrying me then. Can we see where this takes us?"

"Yes," I responded grudgingly, "I'd like to."

"Good, get dressed then before I throw you back down in the hay and have my way with you again. Let's get this straightened out with your father."

"Fine," I said grabbing my dress and shimmying into it. I found my flip-flops after hunting a couple minutes. We turned to look at each other and began to giggle. The next 15 minutes were spent picking hay off each other, clothes, and hair.




The Spark



Once we made it to the reception tent, we ran into Jason and Heather. Jason took me into his arms for a hug. "Jessie, I'm so glad you're here. I want you to meet Heather." Heather took me into her arms for a tight hug too.

"I'm so happy to meet you Jessie," she said. "I've heard so many stories about you three. I'm sure we will be great friends!"

"I could use a friend Heather," I responded truthfully. At that moment Heather was called off to talk with someone else leaving me alone with Jason and Noah. 

"Jason, about last night..." I began.

"It's OK, 'Ariel', I've told Heather already. I don't keep secrets from her. She's very open-minded for growing up in a small town. She's OK with it," he chuckled. "She even suggested a four way might be fun."

I blushed deeply. "Yeah, well, if I survive the next few minutes with Dad. I think he wants to ground me for life."

"I've talked to Dad already. When you two were missing at the same time I began to wonder if you'd found each other. Obviously you did considering Dad's state of mind and the hickeys on your neck. No guarantees but I spoke up for you. Noah's a good man sis. I hope things work out." He reached out to slap Noah on the shoulder in a very manly gesture. I rolled my eyes at the two of them.

"Go find your wife Jason, I've got to go see Dad," I said sending him off with a gentle push.

I was determined to make Dad see reason. It turned out I didn't have to. Whatever Jason had said must have helped. As I approached he enfolded me in his arms in a tight bear hug. "I'm sorry sweetie," he whispered. "You have just shocked me so much. You're not a little girl but a grown woman who can make her own choices. You don't really need a Dad anymore, not to protect you or tell you what you can or can't do. Maybe we could be friends?"

I could feel Noah's hand on my hip and his body close behind me. Tears streaked down my face as I answered, "I'll always need a Dad. A Dad who is a friend is even better. Whatever happens with Noah will be as it will, but I will always have you."

"He's a good man sweetie. I've known him all his life."

"Yes," I agreed adamantly. "He is a good man."

Noah chimed in at this point. "Sir, I'm not sorry for what Jessie and I have done. I promise you this however, it will not happen again until she has stood with me in front of a preacher and my ring is on her finger."

My dad grinned at Noah. "Yep," he said. "A good man, a man of his word."

I just stood there my mouth hanging open. He couldn't really mean it, could he?

Chapter Three

He had meant it. Damn him. I hadn't gone back to Florida. I'd taken an extended leave from work and stayed on at the farm with Dad. I wanted to get to know him better and continue to explore things with Noah. No matter what I'd tried in the following weeks I'd gotten nothing but passionate kissing. And I had tried. I'd tried getting him out of his clothes and he'd had nothing of it. I'd tried surprising him at his house while he was in the shower and out of his clothes. He'd promptly gotten out with shampoo in his hair and gone outside to rinse off in cold hose water. It went on that way for two months, two long months in which we had gotten to know each other and the spark had grown to a flame out of control. One month ago I had admitted to myself the truth, I was head over heels in love with Noah and could not imagine my life without him.

That day I had gone out and bought a ring. After a nice dinner, we went out to the pond to enjoy the sunset. As the last rays disappeared, I'd asked Noah to marry me. He had accepted with a whoop and a holler. I'd expected him to finally make love to me again that night at the pond, but no, all I got was a kiss.

Three weeks ago I'd gotten another surprise. I'd found out that that spark between Noah and me had started something else too. I hadn't told anyone, not even Noah. I had planned carefully how to break the news and the time was coming soon.

This afternoon, three months to the day after our reunion at the pond, Noah and I stood in the yard behind his farmhouse before the preacher. Jason stood as best man and Heather, who'd become my best girlfriend, stood as my matron of honor. It was not a fancy affair, only family and friends. I had been denied my wish to wear my riding leathers. Instead, Heather and I wore maxi dresses with jeweled flip-flops, mine white with lace, hers a sunny yellow, hers was specifically chosen to hide her three month pregnancy. The men wore nice jeans with dress shirts and their best hats and boots. Inside the open doors of the barn my white Softail sat next to Noah's matte black Road King, both packed and ready to ride on our honeymoon trip tomorrow. 

Most importantly, however, as we said our vows to each other, and Noah slipped a wedding band etched in dolphins and waves on my finger, sitting in the first row behind us was my mom cuddled up to my dad, and they were holding hands. Tears came to my eyes at the beauty of the day, the bright sun and crisp fall leaves the backdrop as we tied ourselves to each other. We had both found what we'd never expected in one of our oldest childhood friends. As we shared our first kiss as man and wife I felt that spark again.

It was a fun afternoon. I knew Noah wished his parents could be there to see this and was missing them but he hid it well. We enjoyed the good food, the company, and dancing to the country music playing in the background. I specifically enjoyed all the sweet nothings Noah spent all afternoon whispering in my ear, his plans for me for our wedding night. I was getting wetter and wetter as my imagination was going wild. He may have been celibate for the past three months, but his mind had had a wild time with me.

Finally it was time to cut the cake. I had kept my plans for the cake a surprise. As we walked up to it Noah began laughing out loud, so hard he couldn't stop. Jason was chuckling too behind us. No one else got the joke but that didn't matter to me. I'd had the cake decorated in an under the sea theme with an Ariel and Prince Erik from the Disney movie cake topper!

"It's beautiful!" he said when he could finally draw an even breath. "What a wonderful surprise. I love you Ariel," he said leaning down to plant a kiss on top of my head.

"I love you too Erik," I replied. "I hope you like this surprise too." I stepped forward and quickly popped a small baby mermaid into Ariel's arms. My surprise was greeted with dead silence. I couldn't look up at him. I was shaking. Then I felt his strong arms come around my waist from behind and I relaxed. One of his large hands spanned my belly.

"Really?" he asked quietly.

I just shook my head yes.

"I love you so much Ariel, and our baby. Thank you. It's the most wonderful news, the most wonderful gift. What do you think, pond or hayloft?"

"You're really OK with becoming at husband and finding out you're a father all in one day?" I whispered.

"Your husband? I love the sound of that. A Father? I'm thrilled at the thought of it. You've made me so happy."

I turned in his arms, our lips met with that now familiar spark. The rest of the afternoon was a blur as we received congratulations and hugs from family and friends. Mom and Heather started talking about plans for a double baby shower. I couldn't wait to be alone with Noah. Mom and Dad were the last to go. He had invited her to spend the night at the farm with him. I had the feeling they'd be doing more than just sleeping. Noah and I waved goodbye from the porch of my new home then he scooped me up in his arms and carried me over the threshold.

"Are you crazy?" I yelped. "I've practically been living here for two weeks now."

"Tradition my sweet. Straight to bed or a shower first?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I instantly recalled some of his whispered promises that had involved the shower. 

"Neither," I answered.

"Oh yes my pretty. You've been torturing me for three months! I want you and I'm going to have you," he reached to grab me and I spun away just in time.

"Not yet, my love. I have been tortured for three months as well. Then all that talk this afternoon? I'm sure everyone knew by my blushes exactly what you were up to. You had my nipples hard without even touching them!"

"Yeah, I know," he grinned. "Now come here, I have plans for tonight."

"Really? I bet you do. Well so do I. It's time for your lessons."

"Lessons? What the hell are you talking about? I want to make love to my new wife."

"Well, if we are going to Crystal Palms for two weeks while Mom stays here, you need to learn proper etiquette."

"Etiquette?"

"Yep. Being a nudist is not just walking around naked. There are rules."

"Rules?"

"Yes. Now stop sounding like a parrot," I said in my best schoolmarm tone. "Now strip and let's proceed."

"Can I strip you first?"

"No, hands to yourself. No touching," if looks could kill I'd have been six feet under at that moment. He went along with it, peeling out of his clothes standing right there in the front room. I watched, admiring his physique.

"You're staring," he observed, "and drooling."

"I am not drooling," I replied crisply, "but I was staring. I broke a rule already and here I was teaching you. No open ogling."

"Does that mean I can ogle covertly?"

"Only if you're ogling me."

"Good. Now you are the one overdressed."

"I am, but other than the pool area the resort is clothing optional."

"Take it off," he ordered.

"Yes sir," I conceded impishly. Mirroring my actions three months ago in the hayloft, I slipped off my flip-flops first. I raised my hands to the straps of my sundress and nudged them off my shoulders allowing my wedding dress to fall to the floor. I felt a bit self-conscious standing before him. I knew the small bump of our growing child was easily visible without clothes. When I looked up at Noah I saw his eyes worshipping me. I blushed under his scrutiny.

"Remember, no open ogling. Staring is rude," I threw at him.

"Right, only covert ogling of my gorgeous wife, got it."

"Exactly, quick learner. Now, lesson two," I said as I turned and picked up two towels from the sofa and handed one to him. "Always take a towel with you everywhere."

He shook it out to look at it. I chuckled at his look. His was a black towel with Groom in white letters while mine was white with Bride in black letters. "Cute," was his only comment, but I saw the eye roll. "What is this for?"

"You always take a towel with you wherever you go in case you want to sit down. You always sit on your own towel. Hygiene is very important."

"Are we going somewhere other than upstairs to our bedroom at the moment?"

"Yep. Need to work on the next lesson."

"Fine," he said with a groan. "Where are we going and what is the lesson?"

I smiled at him. "To the pond. To practice self control."

"You've kidding."

"Nope. It's very bad manners to get a hard on in public. If you are planning to covertly ogle me you might have issues."

"You want to go to the pond now? Naked?"

"Yes."

"OK, I'm game. Get your shoes back on. Grab your towel and come. We sure as hell aren't walking," he ordered.

I quickly obeyed only to be practically dragged through the house, out the back door, and around the back of the barn. He slid open the door and we entered quietly. Inside, gleaming bright in the meager light, stood two ATV's, one white and one black. The white one had an American flag painted on it.

"I figured they'd be better than the bikes for getting around here on the farm. It's your wedding present. Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "I love it! Thank you so much!" I threw myself into his arms only to have him pry me off.

"No touching," he stated throwing my rules at me. "Do you want to try yours tonight or ride with me?"

"With you, please. I'd rather practice on it in full light."

"Here's your helmet," he said, handing me a half helmet. After he had buckled his on he spread his towel over the seat. Yep, definitely a quick learner. He climbed on and I climbed up behind him. As he started up the motor I realized I was in hot water. The engine throbbed between my naked thighs, my body was pressed flush against his back, my sensitive breasts rubbing against his skin, my pussy tucked tight against his buttocks, and my arms wrapped around his waist, his cock in easy reach of my hands.

I groaned.

"Problem?"

"Nope. Let's go," I responded bravely. We took off out of the barn and down the path to the pond. On the four wheelers it was only a five-minute ride. We dismounted to the sound of chirping crickets and wind blowing through the weeping willows. 

"It's beautiful here," I sighed spotting a lightening bug.

"Yeah, I love it, and I love you," he said earnestly.

I walked out to the rock and laid out my towel. I sat down on it and beckoned him closer. He laid his next to me and sat down.

"So how are you planning on me practicing self control?" he asked.

"By not touching me," I answered honestly, "until I say you can." I laid back on the rock. I winked at him as I bent my knees and spread my legs.

"You're joking?"

"No."

"OK then. The deal is I can do anything I want other than touch you, right? That is, until you say I can?"

"Yes."

"Then you are not allowed to touch yourself either."

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"Is now. Put your hands under your butt. Less chance of temptation." He grinned as I did as ordered. He knelt down beside me, his face close to mine. He opened his mouth as if to kiss me, I opened mine to receive it, but he didn't touch me. He moved and blew slowly in my ear sending shivers down the entire side of my body. Shit. He was good.

He moved lower to my neck, which I loved to have him nibble. I arched my head invitingly, a willing victim to a vampire. I got nothing but breath. He was torturing me. He moved lower still, not touching as he went. He blew across my breasts; the combination of the cool night air and his warm breath causing them to pucker painfully. I arched toward him urging him to suckle them, needing him to take a nibble. He, however, maintained his self-control and moved further down my body.

By now he was straddling my body in a 69 position but still not touching me. I was hot and needy. I let me knees flop to the sides, opening my wet pink pussy to his questing mouth. But no, he only blew gently on my clit, his mouth far enough away that no matter how I wriggled I could not get his mouth on me. I was tightening and tensing inside as he continued to blow on my clit and my wet hole. Fucking hell, I was going to cum. It was gentle and rolling, a shiver passing from my pussy up my spine. How the hell had he done that with nothing but breath?

If he could fit the rules to his desires, then so could I. He had said I could not touch myself. He had not said I could not touch him. His cock was hanging just within reach of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip. He groaned. I reached my head up and caught him between my lips. I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft. He blew again against my sensitive pussy lips.

"Touch me," I said simply.

It was all that was necessary. The next thing I knew his body was laying over me and he was eating me, his tongue way deep inside, then licking my clit as his hands pulled my apart and his fingers probed inside of me. I couldn't process what he was doing for long as his cock was at my lips, then past my tongue and down my throat. I was gagging on him as he fucked my mouth; his hips gently thrusting in rhythm with his tongue. In moments I was cumming hard and he was siphoning off my juices causing me to cum harder. I tightened my lips around his shaft and with a final thrust he spurted into my mouth. It was salty and sour and it kept cumming. I swallowed load after load taking it all as my orgasm slowly petered off.

When it was over, he lay next to me; we were both exhausted. His head was even with my belly. He propped his hand up on an elbow and ran his hand over the slight rounding that was just becoming evident. He seemed deep in thought.

"What?"

"It's hard to believe that our tiny child is in there. It may have been right here that it was conceived. I really never thought I'd be a Father cause I never thought I'd meet the right woman."

My eyes filled with tears. "I love you so much Noah," was all I could say.

"I love you too," he responded, "both of you." He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"I know what we should name him or her."

"Oh really? What?"

"If it's a girl her name will be Ariel, if a boy we name him Erik."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. I have a wicked sense of humor. You know that. Now," he said sounding more energetic, "let's get back home. We have a shower and a bed to christen yet tonight along with getting a bit of sleep for our trip tomorrow."

He stood and helped me to my feet pulling me flush against him. I could feel his cock stirring against me. Already? This was going to be a long night, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. His mouth came down on mine in a kiss that was a promise of things yet to come.

Epilogue

One rainy morning in early spring, I got up from a warm nest of covers and made my ungainly way to the bathroom. I did not sleep much these days because I was so huge and uncomfortable. Noah did what he could to ease me and make me more comfortable but I knew he was just as ready as I for our child to come into the world. 

Just one week earlier we had all gathered in a small hospital room to welcome my first nephew into the world. Jason and Heather's son had been born healthy and happy. They had named him Sebastian although no one other than the four of us understood why. 

I was picturing little Sebastian as I waddled my way back to the bed. I felt a stream of warm water gush from between my legs. "Crap!" I thought. "Why the hell couldn't that have happened two minutes ago as I sat on the toilet?" My next thought was, "Oh shit! It's time!"

"Noah," I whispered loudly. He was at my side instantly. I should have known he'd be awake awaiting my return. He was always making sure that I was OK. I felt his arms come around me. "It's time," I said with a scared smile.

He was awesome as he cleaned me up, and then cleaned up the mess I had made as I sat quietly in a rocking chair and watched. We carefully made our way down the stairs to the car where my bag had been stored for the past week. We made our way to the hospital. Once I'd gotten put in a room, Noah had made all the appropriate calls then the waiting had started.

Now it was nearing midnight as finally we heard the doctor say, "I can see the head!" Then a short time later, "It's a girl!" 

Noah looked at me with a grin. "We have our Ariel, Jessie. It's a girl. Born just before midnight." We both got a look at her as the nurse took her to clean her up. 

That's when I felt another pain come on. "What the fuck!" I screeched out loud. I had thought the pain was over.

"Push again Jessie!" ordered the doctor. I did as ordered and felt something slip out between my legs in a whoosh. "It's a boy!" the doctor announced. "You've got twins! It's just after midnight too. Born on different days."

"Erik?" Noah looked completely astounded. He looked as if he had been hit over the head with a hammer. "How did we have twins and not know it?"

"He must have been hiding behind his sister during the ultrasounds and the heartbeat was not detected. It's unusual these days but not unheard of. Congratulations you two!" said the doctor. 

Very soon we were in our room alone with our two brand new babies. A pink blanket wrapped bundle and a blue blanket wrapped bundle, they were snuggled in Noah's arms sleeping. Noah could not stop grinning. He looked so proud. 




The Spark



"Erik and Ariel," he said. "The pond and the hayloft maybe."

"It doesn't matter my love," I responded. "They are here and they are perfect. I love them and you so much."

He leaned over to kiss me once more. I felt the spark that would not die. He held each tiny head for me to kiss. With each kiss I felt a spark and grinned. "Yes," I thought, "perfect."

The End



The Spark Ch. 02



Over the following weeks the spark that had ignited my sinful desire had turned into a consuming flame. Rarely a moment passed without me thinking of my son  Donny masturbating, I found my mind wishfully encouraging him. I would steal a listen at his bedroom door as I passed. And on the occasions when I heard the creaking sounds of his bed, the unmistakable rhythm of his wanking, I would tremble with excitement.

I often thought of simply opening the door and quietly stepping into the room, closing the door behind me in the hope that he would unashamedly carry on pleasuring himself, all the while smiling. Then he would invite me to join him as if it were the norm for a mum and her boy to share such moments.  But the risk always seemed too great.

I instead would press my ear against the door whispering little instructions under my breath, such as 'Ohh Donny, wank your wonderful cock for Helen and mummy, wank it my darling, wank it!' or 'Helen would be so jealous of you my handsome son wanking your big hard cock for mummy'. These little whispers made my lust burn and my desire to sin, skyrocket.

With all my fantasizing and this desire for pleasure, I had discovered that when I retired to the marriage bed each evening, I had become much more sexually active. My husband was loving our rekindled sex life, never for a moment realizing that I was imagining him to be Donny. In the variety of positions that we would make love, I used each one to play out little fantasies, creating stories of how my son had come to be enjoying my body. The thoughts intensified the sexual experience and my orgasms were coming like trains at Grand Central. But these thoughts were also becoming calculations and schemes of how I could create a situation where I and my son would be coupled in lust.

Some of these schemes involved me letting my son catch me masturbating, I knew that no youthful, maturing man would be able to resist watching a lady play with herself and I reckoned that even a son would watch and enjoy his mother in the act, He may even be so overcome with lust that he would have to have her. Other ideas involved leaving my sexy laundry in his bedroom by accident and collecting it when he was there, perhaps asking if he would like to see a woman model them. I could volunteer in a teasing manor. Or I could simply dress up in a naughty outfit and try seducing him directly with suggestive conversation and actions when his father was not around. All of this was too outrageous and would probably destroy my relationship in the family forever. 

What was I thinking? Any sane mother realizes, an attempt to make love with her son was going to destroy family life, I had to get these thoughts out of my head. This guilt always carried me back to the incident that began this horny fascination, Donny's attempt to have sex with Helen, my friend and neighbour.

Then one evening, an event transpired which took me over the edge. It was a thursday evening and my husband was working in the north, not due to return home until tuesday of the following week. That evening, Donny and his friend Simon had come home from a late night shopping spree in the city and went straight to the bedroom to listen to some CDs they had purchased.

I had heard the music playing for some time throughout the evening but as the evening progressed the room had become very quiet.

I had decided to walk to the room and listen at the door where I overheard faint mumblings and some low grunts. My curiosity getting the better of me and not wanting to walk in on, or disturb the boys in an embarrassing moment, in which I would only have embarrassed myself. I decided to go outside of the house and around to the bedroom window to see if I could discover what was going on in the room.

Being late and dark, there was no-one around to witness me in the garden as I spied through a small gap in the curtains.

Inside I observed the two boys sitting on the bed, close to each other, watching the TV Screen. On that TV was a movie, in which an older woman, dressed in classy black stockings and suspender belt and a negligee was laying on a bed with one young man slamming his cock into her, whilst another knelt by her side wanking his cock into her mouth.

Both Simon and my son sat very quiet, focusing intently on the screen. Both were still fully clothed, but their youthful cocks must have been straining in their tight jeans as they sat engrossed in this porno spectacle.

This perverted moment rather than shock me, was making me hot.

As I stood in the bushes I found my hand wandering into the front of my jogging slacks, my fingers searching for my clitty. I bit on my lip as spurt after spurt of cum, shot from one of the cocks on screen, covering the older womans face. Then the other young man in the movie, pulled his cock from her pussy, of which there was an incredible close up - and he blasted streams of sperm all over her spread pussy lips.

With nothing but a pane of glass separating me from my own son and his friend, enjoying the porno movie, the situation seemed somehow unreal and all the more fantastic. I now found myself hoping the boys would undo their trousers and expose their cocks. I was feeling a slight tinge of shame at my thoughts but it was subdued by an overpowering feeling of excitement. This was exactly the type of situation I could have never imagined but desperately hoped for.

The TV screen cut to another scene in which an attractive mature woman in a business suit was arriving home and entering her house.  Again, two younger men were featured, sitting in the lounge watching a TV show. It did not take much time before the lady was sat between them and their hands were wandering over her body. It looked like she was resisting their advances at first, but she eventually conceded and was participating in sharing erotic wet kisses whilst she began rubbing the young mens crotches. 

If only I were in this situation with the boys, I would be in heaven. My knees were trembling with excitement as I stroked my pussy. I was unbelievably wet. Never had I thought I'd be in such a perverted situation as sharing the pleasure of watching a porn movie with my son and his friend. Even through it was through a window and they were unawares of it.

This was developing into something more than I could bare, I had to have my sons cock. I was thinking how gorgeous it would be, if I was somehow able to have my son in my bed making love to me tonight. Did I have the nerve to do it? This had to be my chance, he was as horned up as I was.

My heart racing, I decided that I was going to attempt a risky course of action in return for wicked sexual satisfaction. Donny would soon want his mother so much, I was sure of that. 

Simon would be leaving for home soon and afterward, I would have my son and home to myself. The risk and anticipated rewards from the evening ahead had my body burning. Not daring to involve Simon in my plans, I now could not wait until he was leaving.

I re-entered my home. I headed to my bedroom, pausing to listen outside my sons room for a few seconds as I passed, yes the sexual grunting could still be heard ever so faintly from the TV. I was going to dress to blow Donny's mind and become an irresistible sex object, usable for pleasure purposes only and I was going to offer my body as a pleasure toy to him.

I was going to be loved all night by the most exciting young stud, I was about to become a special mother, and I was not concerned about the consequence. Helen had caused the spark when she told me about Donny and his advances toward her, but I was going to have the most sordid secret. I was going to cross the crazy taboo boundary and enjoy a real love fuck with my own son. This was going to be the most exciting night of our lives.

When I returned to my room I immediately turned to my lingerie drawer. I emptied the contents onto the bed. I trembled with the excitement as I removed my casual jogger outfit enjoying an inspection of my curvy mature body in the mirror as I did so.

I sat on the edge of the bed sifting through the selection of nylons, finally deciding on a pair of fully fashioned, black seemed stockings . My husband always had the hardest ragging hard-on when I wore these along with my black six strapped girdle suspender belt, so why shouldn't our son. This was to be my choice complimented with an embroidered Parisienne black silk push up, half cupped bra.

I figured Donny, my nineteen year old son would have a cock that would be desperate to sample his mothers honey pot when he seen me in this outfit. I would be like a classy temptress, just like a character from the movie they were enjoying along in his room. Only, I would be more exciting because I was his mother. A forbidden object. But an object of hot desire.

From the emptied lingerie drawer I also found my silver vibrator and could not resist switching it on and sampling it's vibrating pleasures. I traced the smooth bullet like object across my stomach then placed the head against my swollen vagina lips and slowly inserted it into my sopping wet hole. The cool plastic sent shivers throughout my body as it hummed inside me.

I left it inserted as I pulled one of the nylons up over my leg, smoothing it along my thigh, then I reached for the other nylon and placed it around my ankle. I was about to pull the nylon up around my calf when suddenly and unexpectedly the bedroom door opened. 

I froze in shock. 

'Simon's going home now mum . . .' pause  

then 'oh . . .' came a voice.

Standing in the doorway was my son Donny, his hand on the door handle. Simon was standing slightly over his shoulder to the right of him. The moment held us all in a silent suspended animation as our eyes attempted to assess the situation. The boys flicked their view from the lingerie garments strewn all over the bed to my nylon sheathed leg and exposed naked body, sitting with a vibrator buzzing in my pussy and my breasts heaving. I had minimum make-up on and my hair was a mess. I watched their view dart around the spectacle. I myself immediately noticed they both still had bulges in their trousers, probably from their movie viewing and I figured the present situation must have also been adding to their arousal.

Donny's face went beetroot red and Simon stretched over Donny's shoulder to view what was going on between my legs.

I was at a loss as to how to react and found myself moving very slowly in my shame. I slipped the slime covered 'vibro' from my cunny and placed it gently upon the bed then brought my knees together as if this was going to end the situation.

For all in the heat of a moment you think you know how you will react - it never happens that way.

I wanted the two boys to simply whip their cocks out, grab me, and fuck me, but somehow all I could do was stand, lift my robe and slip into it and slide my feet into my maribou slippers, one stocking  up the other still around my ankle.

As I stood there stricken with mixed emotions desire, lust and want, coupled with shame, guilt and fear, Donny stepped into the room. He gently raised his hand and took hold of mine. He walked me the few short steps to the foot of the bed and beckoned Simon into the room.

None of us spoke as Simon walked to me and gently raised his arms around my waist pulling my body tight to his. Although Donny continued to hold my hand I allowed Simon to kiss me and snake his tongue between my lips searching my mouth. I returned the kiss warmly and gently allowing my tongue to wrestle with his. The fact that my son was standing witnessing this behaviour and holding my hand tightly, turned me on no end.

I was conscious that Simon was getting more aroused and more passionate as he began grinding his crotch against the front of my robe. I let the robe fall open and felt the rough of his clothing grind against me. From squinting my view to the side I could observe Donny clasping the front of his trousers and kneading his erection with his free hand. He looked serious and slightly distant. The arousal from the porno movies had allowed him to detach himself from the fact that I was his mother and his best friend and him were now entering a very taboo situation.

I felt red hot and consumed in the moment. Two horned up young men, eighteen and nineteen year old were about to take my body to the ultimate peak of pleasure.

I freed myself from Simons' kiss and turned my face to Donny offering him my pouted lips. Then it happened, he leaned into me and our lips met. Electricity shot through my body . . . I was kissing my own SON . . . wet hot kisses . . . our tongues entwined and we silently moaned together.

Simon had lowered himself to my boobies and was sucking hard on one of my nipples. I shuffled backward guiding the boys with me and we all lay back onto the bed amongst the scattered collection of lingerie. . . nyons, suspender belts and panties strewn everywhere. 

As I lay on my back, robe open with a gorgeous teenage boy either side of me, I opened my legs inviting them to explore my desire. They took turns at kissing me and squeezing on my tits, but it was Donny who at first worked up the nerve to slide his hand smoothly over my stomach and search through my curly pubes to find my open slit. I shuddered as his fingers stroked at my engorged clitty. Then I felt his finger slip into my love tunnel.

It was incredible, intense, and I was on fire. I had experienced no excitement like this, EVER ! It wasn't enough that I was lying on this bed of lingerie about to commit the ultimate taboo sin, but I could picture my husband entering the room accompanied by Simon's father and them both fishing their hard cocks from their trousers and masturbating to the present vision.

'Undress darlings' I whispered as the finger inside of me worked itself in and out in a marvelous rhythm.

Both these young men stripped faster than I have ever seen a man undress,  revealing their youthful toned bodies and throbbing hard erections. I watched as they both nervously looked at each others manhood in a comparative manor. The size did not matter to me as I reached forth and clasped a hand around each shaft beginning the stroke of love. Almost immediately my son Donny started shooting his cum all over my lower body creating small pools of sperm on my tummy  and pussy. My hips juddered in want . . . in seconds my son had cum all over me.

Simon with a young and over excited action, crudely pulled my legs open and rolled atop of me, then positioning his cock helmet against my swollen vagina he thrust his length into my body. The cum juice on my stomach started splashing and lubricating us as we slapped together, the bed bouncing with the thrusts. It lasted no more than ten or twelve seconds before I felt the sensation of his hot cum exploding into my screaming cunt.

I clasped the bedsheets with my fingers, nails digging in deeply and screamed as wave after wave of orgasm created tremors throughout my body, my head was pounding with the intensity and I was now to far gone for saviour.

Simons heavy body collapsed onto me.

It was my son that I desired to take his place. I would not be complete without him Fucking Me!



The Spark Ch. 03



There I was on the bed with the two young men. My son and his friend, collapsed and still burning with perverted lust. Damned and sinning so much as to make a devil blush.

Simon rolled over, I looked up to see Donny's cock semi erect, pulsing in his hand, He was gently pulling his foreskin back and forth. I turned and looked into Simon's eyes and smiled. I raised my hand and stroked his face. I knew that I was in deep trouble if this ever got out and it was likely to be Simon that would talk about it. Donny and I would be ruined. How can a mother allow his son to wank all over her and then watch his best friend quick fuck her. What kind of mother is she?

I softly spoke to Simon.

'I want you to get Donny HARD for me Simon darling' I said.

Donny was kneeling on the bed by my side he reached down and started squeezing my tit and with the other hand rubbed along the inside of my thigh. I opened my legs and could feel a small stream of Simon's creamy squirt running out onto my swollen pussy lips.

I leaned into Simon and kissed him, my tongue darting into his mouth. He clasped my head and pulled me to him, giving a vigorous teen boy snog. As I pulled back I smiled in a seductive manner, my lipstick smudged all over my wanton mouth. 

'Suck Donny for me baby' I whispered, kissing him again, and clasping his soppy, soft cock.

Simon nervously looked up at Donny who was starting to thicken up, his helmet glistening with juice. He maneuvered to a kneeling position beside my head and his cock dangled inches from my mouth. I turned and slurped it into my mouth and drew deep sucks. I felt amazing. My sons cock hardening up in my mouth. I could never have believed that I would be thrilling to the taste of my own boy.

I reached to hold the shaft in the palm of my hand and turned to face Simon yet again, huskily and persuasively saying 'suck it darling.'

Simon's lips formed an 'O' and ever so slowly he stretched toward the pulsing prick. Almost reluctant, he hesitated, then his tongue emerged to taste the droplet of clear pre-cum formed on the eye of the swollen knob, then like a dashing dare he rapidly engulfed the cock and began sucking.

I had him.

How could Simon ever explain that he also sucked off Donny as well as fucked his mum. 

What happened next came as a little unexpected tho, for Donny climbed over me and arched into a 69 position scooping Simon's flaccid donger into his mouth. He was tasting my pussy and his pals cum both at the same time, The heady mix of juices had him groaning and salivating like a crazed dog. Both boys were ruffing each other up in a torrent of sexiness.

I sat up and commented – 'Naughty Boys'. 

I climbed off the bed dripping as I did so. I lifted my nylon and pulled it over my leg watching the lads grind into each other only taking breaks to watch me dress. I adjusted my stockings and suspender belt, placed a pair of black patent leather heeled stilletos on and pulled a baby doll night dress on. My breast was heaving with horniness. I walked to the bedside table as the boys rolled off each other, both now lay on their backs with raging hard-ons.

I picked up the telephone and dialed. The two young men watched me quietly in wonder. There was an answer at the receiving end of the call. I spoke. 

'Helen, it's me . . . I'm sorry to call you so late . . . you've got to come 'round as soon as you can . . . yes, and let yourself in'.

I replaced the receiver, reached into the bedside drawer and produced a little tin of vaseline. The boys were wanking their cocks as I smiled at them.

'I don't think we should keep all this fun to ourselves now, should we?' I asked.

I had taken control of this whole situation and was planning of giving Donny the opportunity to fuck Helen like he had once desired. Only the event was away beyond that which even he had dreamed. Donny was so excited and like, during any fantastic sexual encounter it was all seaming a bit unreal to him. He didn't seem phased that he was about to be involved in an orgy session with his mother. In-fact like Donny I'm sure he was looking forward to Fucking her slim little body.

I placed one leg up onto the bed tottering on my heels and scooped a finger of the vaseline from the tin. I inserted the finger up into my anus. It was cool and slightly burning at the same time. I fucked it in and out the hole several times, lubricating my passage. The boys were transfixed. 

I straddled my boy gripping his shaft and slid it into my cunt. I told Simon to climb on behind me and put his dick in my arse. I took sharp intakes of breath as he slid into my tight special love hole, let out small yelps of pleasure. The two boys started a slow rythmn. I could feel the two cocks bump inside of me. I felt wonderful in my slutty, classy stockings and shoes with two fit young men using my body at once. My Son and his friend, and I couldn't wait to see his friends mothers face as she walked into the bedroom and was greeted by this erotic dream. 

I knew she would be consumed with lust and have to have some of the pleasure.

I heard my house outer door open and the voice of Helen shout, 'It's only me . . . where are you?'

The boys started thrusting harder in anticipation of Donny's mum coming into the room. I was grunting like a disgusting pig as I squealed out 'Along here in the room!'

Suddenly . . . and to my total Shock, Helen her hubby, Dan and Donny's eighteen year old sister Claire were all staring into the room in shock.

'Fuck YES!, YES! YESSSS!' I screamed. It was all over!



The Spark that Starts the Fire



"Never speak to me like that again," he ordered.

"I'm sorry," I replied, looking down shamefully.

He took my chin in the grip of one strong hand and lifted it up so I had nowhere to look but into his eyes.

"You're not going to tell me you're sorry. You'll show me."

I didn't know what he meant until he brought his hands to my shoulders and forced me to my knees.

"Open your mouth," he commanded without wasting any time.

I looked up, my eyes pleading with him not to be so aggressive.

"Now!" he raised his voice impatiently.

I slowly parted my lips but he was in no mood to take his time. While I hesitated with uncertainty he freed his cock from his jeans and I was surprised to see that he was already hard. Was treating me this way turning him on?

Without pause, I felt the head of his cock push past my lips and hit the back of my throat. He held my head still as I struggled to accommodate all of him. I willed myself to relax and he began to move his hips forward and back.

"Take all of it," he looked down at me.

Thoughts of the argument we had had moments before this flashed through my mind. I knew he was angry, what I didn't know was why he was taking it out on me this way. 

"Hold my balls in your hand," he continued to instruct me. I knew he loved when I played with them softly so I gently lifted them up in my palm and continued doing my best to satisfy him.

With a push I felt the tip of my nose hit his flat stomach and I gagged slightly from his enormous length. I wanted to shake my head violently and have him release me, but gradually I regained my composure and continued; on my knees, mouth wide, obediently letting him fuck me this way. He moved in and out of my mouth harder and faster, deeper in my throat than I thought was possible. My eyes began to water and I closed them, concentrating hard not to gag again. Only a few moments passed before he commanded me again.

"Open your eyes and look up," he told me, "I want to see you swallow my cum."

My eyes widened at his words. Whenever he had ejaculated in the past it had always been on my chest or my stomach. He had never expressed a desire for this but I could tell it was turning him on. He was harder than ever before and I could feel the familiar spasm and tightness that occurred just before he was about to come. I held his balls in my hand, I could feel how heavy they were and knew that in seconds the cum that filled them would be inside of me.

"Get ready," he told me.

He wrapped his fist in my hair, holding my head still as he shot stream after stream of warm cum into my mouth. The sensation was unfamiliar but I did my best to hold everything in. Slowly he pulled out of my mouth. With his hand still in my hair he tilted my head back, forcing me to swallow the mix of semen and saliva pooled in my mouth.

He released my hair and I thought that maybe this was all over. Nervously I realized that it wasn't. He pulled me off the floor in one fast motion, turning me around and pressing me up against the wall, holding me there with the weight of his strong body. 

"You're mouth was nice," he whispered against my ear, "but I'm not finished with you yet."

He pulled my hips away from the wall and spread my legs wide enough to expose my soft pussy to the hardness of his stiff cock. Still coated with my saliva he slid more or less easily into me and began thrusting hard, giving me no time to adjust to the position or the forceful entry of his rigid length. He quickened his pace, harder and faster, slamming into me with no reserve or remorse. I bit my lip trying not to cry out at the discomfort and slight pain. He slapped my bare ass hard and I couldn't help myself, I let out a cry with each forceful thrust. Clenching his cock tight with my pussy I tried to stop him from penetrating me so deeply. It was as if my cries and resistance only spurred him on because he began to thrust harder. I heard him grunt with satisfaction. I scrunched my face in pain, why was he enjoying hurting me so much?

"Take it all. Every inch," he barked at me.

He had never been this rough with me before, but I let him do it. I gave into his forcefulness and domination and when he commented on how wet I was I could hardly believe it. He brought his cock out and rubbed just the head of it along the outside of my pussy.

"Who's my wet little girl?" he taunted me mercilessly.

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't going to encourage his treatment of me in this way. As he continued to stroke outside my pussy with his cock my heartbeat started to race.

"If you like this," he said, "it won't be much of a deterrent for you." He slapped my ass much harder than the first time and I let out a sob.

"Am I not being harsh enough?"

"I'm sorry," I said again, "why are you being so rough with me?"

He didn't answer. Rather he pulled my hair back hard and thrust back into my aching pussy without warning. Another hard slap on my ass had me cry out again. He quickened his pace making it hard for me to tell if my cries were angering or exciting him. He was slamming into me, so hard I felt I might split in half. He was pulling out of me almost completely before crushing back into me, with each thrust I felt the full length of this hard 8 inches.

"Don't move," he said to me aggressively, holding me in place.

After a few more deep thrusts he came again, grinding hard into my sore pussy. I felt myself spasm as well, tightening around his hard cock, accepting another enormous load of cum. When he was finished I was weak and leaning against the wall for support. He slowly pulled out of me. He grasped my shoulders and turned me around gently to face him, picked me up in his arms and carefully carried me over to the soft couch. He sat down and put me on his lap. All I felt was confusion about the force with which he had just fucked me. I was also confused by the strange way I reacted to it. Did he know I had orgasmed? The force of my orgasm had been incredible, it shook through me like an earthquake. How could I have enjoyed that?

"I'm sorry, I've wanted to take you like that for ages," he said softly to me. "Can you pardon me for being too rough?"

I knew my response to this new rough style of intimacy would either end or initiate new sexual experiences. I thought for a moment then decided to open the door.

"Yes," I said.

A shock of nervousness went through me as I thought about what this might mean in the future. At the same time I felt a spark of excitement, a small part of me was eager to explore it.



The Sparrows of Thailand



The sparrows of Thailand are like sparrows anywhere: small, gray, and flitting... but surrounded by blue parrots, iguanas, and infinite neon butterflies. They hang around the restaurants and "steal" scraps of food. I remember happily watching one make off with a bit of fresh spinach once. I believe sparrows are only native to the British Isles and spread as a result of imperialism... a term I use neither positively nor negatively but descriptively.

The restaurants around Phetchaburi Rajabhat University(the area where this all took place) were special to me: one was a 3 generation family affair with a large television customers could watch; in this region of Thailand, the vast majority of people didn't have a television or even electricity... though this wasn't the apocalypse many modernites might think. People did strange things like play acoustic guitar and hold conversations.

The restaurant was a three-generation family affair and I was always served with courtesy and quality(I may have been the only westerner to ever eat there.) It's a simple fact that a meal there(rice, four eggs(or chicken), greens, and spicy fish sauce) cost 25 cents. These products come not from some distant corporation but from local villages(healthy chickens can be seen everywhere.)

The point must be made that in order to find prices like this, you have to really leave the tourist areas... which have certain advantages. 

I took to buying toys for a tiny little girl who was always in the back. This pleased both the family and me, so I took to giving them to other children in the area(they cost about $2 apiece, and I was only rich by Thai standards.)

I should add that I was overpaid and troubled by the fact that I could have been a better teacher. Fortunately, though, our university was staffed with 3 other western teachers(2 Brits and an American.) They were older men of good character and did a good job of instructing young Thais in English, keeping attendance, grading weekly vocabulary quizzes, etc.

I wasn't cut out for it, but this doesn't mean I didn't go to some lengths to help my students; For example, I drilled my students on the importance of a firm handshake when dealing with Americans or Canadians(something I've never cared much about, but realize the practical importance of.) For whatever reason, it didn't come easily.

All of the facts in this account, like about any fact in my writings, is if immodest at least true.

The university restaurant(professors and staff only) I went to was fancier(not that the first was to be found wanting in anything but elegance): a meal there cost as much as a dollar. It was in the hotel where I was first lodged and I remember coming out of the elevator the first day(not just in a state of culture shock but rather helpless, suffering from a peculiar sort of panicked depression.) To make the matter worse, I hadn't been to a bank to change my dollars.

I heard a voice say and then repeat: "!COME!!EAT!" It was the chef, an older woman of Laotian descent, who gladly fed me and thus earned a loyal customer. My favorite meal(which I had most days) was yellow curry with the tiny squid(pbla muug neet-noy) that are everywhere there and nowhere here.

(By the way, maybe somebody ought to export the avocado there; it's hot, fertile... and a place where getting enough calories is an issue sometimes. Seemingly compatible vegetables are common.)

This Laotian woman was a friend to me and had an English menu made up, by a friend because she spoke very little. I have a habit of pacing(which bothers coffeehouse owners in Ashland and Portland, USA, just as much... so she'd always politely but firmly "invite" me to sit down(putting her world in order I suppose, as I wouldn't do it when there were other customers.)

My boss, a very decent sort: Dr. Sutat Nakjan, invited me out for a night. With classical Thai music(which I've come to love) playing in his S.U.V., he took me for a ride into "real Thailand." We drove by countless villages, talked with rice farmers, stopped our car on a main road while a loose water buffalo stampeded past.

(Later on another trip in this S.U.V., we came across a pack of wild monkeys. Now, I'd come across monkeys around the Buddhist temple and they can be very docile and harmless, so I considered handing out a few bananas. But Dr. Nakjan let me know this was a bad idea. He instructed me that when dealing with a wild animal to never make eye contact.

At any rate, he was right about the monkeys, who sometimes wait outside the 7-Elevens to rob people for food: there was a reason I soon took to carrying tear gas, a tool I've found necessary to defend myself against aggro animals and humans in this nation as well. I don't want to make it sound as though "Thai" Thailand is so dangerous; It's not, but then it's not Disneyland, either.)

There are also many trained monkeys who fetch coconuts, especially in Phetchaburi, "the palm-tree province."

While there, I wrote(amid many other pieces) an ode or poem of praise to Thailand: [url]http://www.abctales.com/story/seannelson/ode-thailand[/url]

I was often invited to see kick-boxing, at which I'm told the Thais excel. For whatever reason, I never even considered. Maybe I should have: primitivity is not so bad every now and then. But I don't lose sleep over it. lol

There is a violent side to Thai culture: there's also a pacific and courteous one, which at the time of my visit was almost always given to visitors, or "faarangs." 

Another experience I soon had was a Thai funeral of a young woman and university student. Many people went: there was a bus from the school and some twenty monks chanting all day. Coconut milk was served for all.

After that, they played cheerful music on Thai instruments with Christmas lights on them. Classical Thai music has many unique instruments and is quite complex and different from anything western.

At the end, we all filed past and put a burning stick on her; I couldn't ask for a better funeral myself.

I was mystified that her father, a prosperous fruit farmer, took the occasion to give generous donations to the monks but also to the university; I think I understand this better now.

I hadn't been in Thailand all that long before one late night, having drunk too much at the Disco-tech, I decided to walk out and find some revelers in the countryside... and purchase a night's stay somewhere with the large amount of Thai money I had.

As I left the city and entered a region of scattered bamboo houses, a large pack of snarling half-wild dogs appeared ahead of me. So I took off running in the opposite direction soon to come across a similar pack. Fortunately and unfortunately, I had a great tolerance for alcohol and moved fairly nimbly through all this.

I made it to a lighted bamboo house and knocked. I was let in: this was in a region where white foreigners were much respected but very rare. So I was treated politely, despite the late hour and my drunken state; I fairly quickly went to sleep on a pad in an empty room. I woke up in the morning hung-over and quite distressed over the happenings of the last night: at the time I greatly blamed myself and my excessive drinking. There was much to this, but aside from one overheard mention, nobody had never told me about this danger; Some Thais are over-zealous about not saying anything bad about their country.

At first, my hosts greeted me in a friendly way but did tell me the charge for the room would be exorbitant. They asked and I told them who I was, a professor at the local university, and that I needed a ride back there. Professors, by ancient tradition and modern culture, have great social status in Thailand. We chatted for a while and built a friendly rapport.

I got a ride back from an old but sturdy man on the back of a red motorcycle: he was very friendly and dignified. When I went to pay him, he told me they couldn't accept money from a foreign professor. Then, as he left, he gave me a very high "wai" (a rare mark of great respect.)

"So we'll go no more a-roving,

so late into the night,

though the heart be still as loving,

and the moon be still as bright."

-the poet Lord Byron 

The "laws" against all drugs are very harsh in Thailand: but there are few police in Phetchaburi and the ones there are don't care about marijuana which, mixed with 3 parts tobacco, is commonly smoked by people from many walks of life... I know from personal experience.

It should be noted however that Thailand is not a great place for tourists to use drugs, though many do. The in-land region of Phetchaburi at the time had literally no tourists... it quite possibly still doesn't.

Should you find yourself in minor legal trouble over drugs, I'm told a bribe usually does the trick(best offered early.)

Another time, after surviving a flood(a terrible tale I'll tell someday,) I ran into a very old monk with some younger ones. The old monk sent a younger one in to get Pepsi and a pack of cigarettes. Undeterred, I approached him. He asked me a polite question(I gave him a high, respectful wai) and we started talking. Casually but expertly, he started massaging my arms. His eyes were mostly cataracted. I offered money but the younger monks told me it was only accepted at temple(many monks break this rule, but not this old man.) Having now much more world experience, I can say that he was a great man of sorts, maybe a healer(some may laugh but the science behind E.S.P. and E.S.P. healing, Indonesian hobbits, and martian bacteria is all believable... so who's really rejecting reason?)

In Phetchaburi Province, there is another monk; This one runs a disciplined and prestigious monastery with 20-some monks(there are also nuns; when the master speaks, they use sling-shots to keep away the monkeys who otherwise would invade us.)

The reason for this is that every day there's a great breakfast offered to all who come(it is not Spartan but really fantastic, but then it's the only meal for the monastery.)

This old head-monk is very revered among the Thais but does not descend to promote himself among the beach tourists; He took me aside and we talked for nearly an hour, an honor that amazed my Thai friends.

I'm afraid it was wasted: I can't remember any thing he said, only that he was kind and dignified. My libertine mind only wondered why a man with obvious abilities would spend his life without women or whiskey on a mountain.

But it wasn't necessarily wasted because among my readers there's very likely someone interested in traditional Thai Buddhism, and now they know an authentic and hospitable place to go. By reputation, this was a place of discipline and the serious pursuit of meditation.

I made friends with a group of young people who hung around outside a store drinking "Singha" or dragon beer and smoking cigarettes. I took to putting lime or "manow" in mine and this caught on... rather widely.

There was a very handsome fellow with a lazy, movie-star charisma(though I've found that without other qualities, this is a dime-a-dozen.) Then there was a half-Chinese engineering student(not Boat) whose English was decent and who was always good company. There was a pretty young girl who dressed provocatively and was an exception to the amazing pre-marital chastity that prevailed in rural as opposed to urban or red-light Thailand.

Her boyfriend and then ex-boyfriend was a mafia gun-man from Bangkok visiting his home region for whatever reason; I know this not from him but from others. As a matter of fact, once we listened to Eminem together and snorted a little coke. He'd approached me and was polite enough, enthusiastically told me that he loved Americans; I left my small Sony CD case and later heard he was using it to transport his pistol.

The "point" of this story is that once I loaded into the back of their truck with 8 young Thais and went to beautiful Chaam beach. Being who I am, I started rapping Sublime's "What I Got" and found that I knew it all by heart.

When I got to the beach, I ordered a whole fish that the Chinese fellow wouldn't let me pay for... though I was glad to and he'd suggested less expensive fare. After eating and drinking a little, I wandered. I was a single blonde, blue-eyed face on a beach with perhaps 500 Thais, mostly families out for a picnic and a swim. I approached and was approached by various parties, ate a little and drank a little with each, and continued on.

Once, after reading "Walking" by Thoreau... I decided to take a walk onto a part of the university campus I'd never seen before, near the houses that are provided for the professors. By the department of fine arts and high technology, not far from an elaborate shrine of the Buddha, I came to a mostly dry canal. Ranged around it, grazing, were a good number of goats; I could see chickens in the distance. These professors were surrounded by farmers and paid well enough that they practically didn't need farm animals... from a non-Thai perspective.

There was this older fellow, one of MANY street sweepers and janitors employed by the university. He was a primal sort: healthy and strong as a water buffalo. He was not as deferential as most Thais of his status but there was a genuine respect and nobility in his demeanor. He was a real friend.

He didn't speak much English at all, but like most Phetchaburians was willing to try. He had this blunt, relaxed way; He took reverent care of the Buddha shrine. He taught me a saying: "sabay sabay" which means "relax, enjoy life, be strong and focused," something of this sort. It stuck with me.

The most common sight in Phetchaburi is the rice farm: the borders are marked with tall, rugged palm trees. The oft brutal sun shines off the greenish water... in which strong men and water buffalo labor through the day. Nearby, women and children are doing their work, for example tending chickens or weaving baskets. At night, they'll sometimes gather at the Buddhist Temple, which doubles as a venue for traveling musicians and theatre troupes: these artists are usually very skilled and the audiences are polite and engaged: some having coconut milk, others "Singha" beer and raw garlic(pra ateet.)

If forced to choose a world master race, I'd pick the Thais.

One day, I went to the university post office: a pleasant little building. Outside, there were flowers growing in coconut shells. I sent a post-card to Peter John Avagianos, who was in prison. I told him I was the one who'd sent him the yoga and meditation books, as well as the book of Jerry Garcia's drawings.

I have no opinions about that anymore. Neither the terrible crime nor the terrible criminal justice system is my affair. My affair is not to abandon my friends in their darkest hour. I had and have few enough of them.

Most of my students were girls a couple years younger than me, mostly the children of farmers and fisher-people. There were some young men but more of them were in this program called "business English." Seeing as they pretty much all wanted to know English for purposes of the tourist business, I don't know what the difference would be, but that's no matter.

One of my students was named Bo. She was from a professional family but probably not a wealthy one. She would have been an excellent student if she hadn't been frequently gone for beauty pageants(I gave her As anyway, and probably was expected to as festivals are important things in Thai culture.)

Her skin was neither dark nor light by Thai standards; it was radiant. Unlike many Thai women, she went to no great effort to whiten it. She'd approach me after class and we became friends; we'd have lunch together sometimes. She told me I was like a Thai because I always smiled. She liked that I took care of a couple stray dogs(many Buddhist monks encouraged the care of wild dogs and monkeys... creating substantial problems as we've seen.)

Bo's voice was melodious and what she had to say was always very sweet; Her accent was unusually strong and resistant to correction. We'd have lunch together sometimes, and I'd read her the poems of Robert Frost, which I came to especially like over there.

If I ever honestly and mutually loved a woman, it was Bo. But you have to understand that the culture of the region was ancient and disciplined: the only romantic option for a girl of Bo's class would have been to marry her.

And then she was my student. So my behavior was always polite and any flirtation was very mild on my part(and in this case on hers, though the same was not true for all my students.)

But there was something, quite a bit, there. If I'd come across much money, I'd have returned to Phetchaburi to marry her. If I did now, I'd likely find her with a nice Thai lawyer and beautiful children: They'd want to go have cold green tea and welcome me back to Phetchaburi. That's as it should be but even now it would hurt me to see it.

On Christmas day, the 7-eleven clerk: a cheerful middle-aged Thai woman said "!!!Merry Christmas!!!" to me. Christmas was not on their TV and it was not celebrated that I saw, except by our English department. But she knew it was Christmas for me: I don't know if it was planned or spontaneous.

I was touched.

The local pharmacist spoke excellent English because he'd been living a cultured life in San Fransisco before 9-11, with marginal immigration status. For no criminal or political reason, the attacks led to his deportation.

Once I sought him out to learn the Thai word for "enlightenment." For what it's worth, it's "gan-luke-jan" meaning "like our Buddha."

I was on a field trip with other students and professors, high up on a mountain near Chiang Mai(Doi Suthep.) I saw a gnarled old woman selling sticks with gnarled red fruits on them. I didn't want the fruits but wanted to help her out so I bought some.

After carrying the sticks for a while, we stopped by a souvenir stand where some hill-tribe women were selling clothing, etc. I decided to find out what the hell the fruits were like, expecting to throw them away. Well, under that gnarled red skin were moist and delicious lichii fruits. Now, I'd come to love lichii as a teenager in Hawaii but they'd always come gleaming and white on a plate.

On this same field trip, we entered the actual city of Chiang Rai. Knowing I'd encounter beggars(the Northern region is the poorest,) I got a good deal of small bills or coins(I forget which.) The denomination I remember however: it was 40 baht... easily 4 hearty meals.

When some students of mine saw me giving bills to some begging children, they warned me not to do so or I'd be besieged by beggars. I told them it was all-right, and continued giving that bill to every beggar who approached me... and my students were correct if not right.

Toward the end of it, I went into a coffeehouse and ordered a mocha. A conversation naturally started up with an older British couple. Outside I saw a woman just standing by the window with a baby... obviously trying to get my attention. This annoyed me for a moment as I thought she could wait till I was done having coffee. But I went and gave her eighty baht. The Englishman commented that he had a policy against giving money to beggars(because there could be so many,) but he thought that since I did it... I might as well feel good about it.

I probably helped around 100 beggars that day. I suppose I feel about the way the Englishman did about it all. In most of Thailand, there wasn't a bad begging problem;

Also, in my literally non-existent experience, crime isn't all that high: The Thai robber doesn't go to a prison with three square meals, a library, and color T.V.

Another night, I was walking in the red-light district of Hua Hin. I was carrying roses because the children sell them (expensively) and I for good reason felt a need to atone to the community. That said, the severe exploitation and degradation one might expect doesn't really exist in prosperous Hua Hin, which is all run by Europeans. Anyway, I saw a group of women (who all wanted the flowers) and started to give them to a pretty, dark-skinned one.




The Sparrows of Thailand



Then I saw an older woman, not long for the profession, and I gave them to her. She hugged me gratefully and the other women seemed to like that. This wasn't exactly my intention and, as I was going home, I continued.

It's easy for people to think I misunderstood the situation, but I didn't. To put it simplistically, people are people and given a little prosperity, they care about things like each other, art, and flowers. Cultural bridges can be crossed more easily than most think... mostly because they've never really tried.

To address the issue on the minds of most Western readers, I'll point out the fact that women who want to marry Westerners usually become bar-girls and this is by far the most common path to that goal(being a bar-girl doesn't carry the perceived social disgrace of being an American hooker.) Thai modesty doesn't allow for the sort of drinking and dating most Western men want before marriage. This is not to justify the exploitation that sometimes occurs in other areas of Thailand, or to suggest that any of it's an ideal situation.

My sojourn in Thailand ended when, sometimes having the habit of eating the same meal again and again, took in too much arsenic through tuna on Ko Tao Island, an excellent scuba-diving island notable for its black monitor lizards and amazing diversity of tourists.

My mobility being impaired, I took the time with people from Germany, Lithuania, Israel (nice fellow, said their economy was depressed,) France, and Japan... just to name a few, all on the north side of the island at the Venus Resort (basic bungalows right on the beach.)

Arsenic poisoning is not common in Thailand: it occurs through irresponsible gold-mining practices. It happened through a good deal of chance and could have happened about anywhere... heavy metals in seafood is a global problem, but tuna, along with shellfish, is among the most dangerous for such.

Here are a few tips for the visitor to Thailand:

1.) Don't criticize Buddhism and especially not the royal family: in other words, don't comment on them except in positive pleasantries or I guess enthusiastic praise. This is a matter of occasionally enforced law, not just courtesy.

The monarchy is solid and revered in Thailand: barring incredible events, it isn't going anywhere. Think of it as part of the national religion, something you agree to live with as part of visiting Thailand. The present king has shown admirable traits, and has shown compassion for the poor, who revere his dynasty.

2.) Don't bring up the movie or book "Anna and the King." That's an ice-maker, not ice-breaker.

3.) Be aware of the Thai feelings about feet and shoes. Kicking your feet up on a chair, for example, is a problem not just because of the chair. Personally, I wished Thais would extend different rules to foreigners. If you slip, however, you're far more likely to get a courteous explanation than a furious host.

4.) In my experience, Thais respond very positively to courtesy and interest in their culture. It should be noted that there is an elitist and a "common" Thai culture, extending even to word pronunciations. Both are interesting in my opinion, and the latter can be quite sophisticated.

5.) Don't be too quick to judge Thai ways: things like social hierarchy, censorship, and the adulation of the monarchy. Let's just say it's all complicated, and in some ways Thailand is a more civilized and sane place than the U.S.A.

The Thai government has strongly taught its people that hospitality to and protection of foreigners is an important duty. Should you forget these tips or otherwise run into trouble, you'll find that to be a great protection.



The Spatulas



Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You're not a monster are you? 

Please don't post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I've had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don't want to bring it down again. 

I'm Blackjack, and that's why I drink. I came up with the title after coming up with the premise of the fic. What do you use spatulas for? Turning things! Eggs, pancakes, gay guys...

Author: Blackjack




"I'm telling you Pen. I seriously think I may be gay." I casually revealed to my friend. I placed the camera and my own personal Mac book down on the small, wooden table to the left of me and pressed down on the power button to turn the expensive piece of equipment on. My best friend, Penny Lane, an attractive enough girl walked in behind me and placed her make up kit next to my stuff. 

She had her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail high up on her head. A big red scrunchie kept it in place as the tail swung from side to side as she walked into the expensive room GQ had hired for us. We had both graduated from a fairly none descript college myself with a photographer degree and Penny with a degree in arts which she had turned into working as a make up artist. While we were a team, Penny was probably the more successful out of the two of us. She had worked on various Hollywood movies as a make up artist while my career was in danger of being eradicated due to various hipsters with Instagram on their iPhones. I took great pleasure in being known as a photographer and these shit heads with their moronic facial hair wanted to claim they were as good as me. 

Still, I was earning a pay cheque tonight and I was looking forward to it. We had been hired by GQ to do a centre fold shoot for two of the sexiest stars on TV. Alison Brie and Gillian Jacobs from NBC's 'Community' were here to do a shoot in lingerie as GQ was a 'man's magazine' the usual buyers didn't want to see them in frumpy sweaters. They wanted to see skin and the girls seemed to be more than happy to oblige. The girls had been fantastic, Alison had shown more skin that Gillian in her career so had lots of great ideas. 

Alison would be clad in black lingerie for the shoot while Gillian would be in virginal white. As the shoot progressed, Alison's dirtiness would 'corrupt' Gillian who would end up being in black as well. But, as I took a practice shot of a long, luxurious white couch my mind wandered. Shouldn't I be eagerly anticipating seeing the girls in barely anything? I mean, Alison in stockings and garters was a hot image. Surely enough to get a guy hard right? Wrong. I'm not sure why but I just hadn't been attracted to girls lately. 

"So you think you're gay because you haven't got laid lately?" Penny asked me as she opened up her Mac book and double clicked on an application for the photos. "Porn do anything for you?"

"Jesus Pen!" She looked up at me and gave me a 'What?' type of look. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me. There had been a bit of flirting between the two of us during college but eventually we decided that we should settle into each other's own personal friend zone. Since then, we've been able to talk about sex with each other in a more personal manner. "Well, I've looked at some and it kind of gets me hot but I've never got rock hard over it."

"So, have you tried being up close with another girl maybe that's it. Oh! Do you think that may suffer from a performance issue? Because that's not totally uncommon." 

"I haven't and I don't know. I've never had performance issues before, that couldn't be it could it?" I asked, pressing the power button on my camera I took a few test shots as Penny linked up my camera with the computer.

"Could be. Were you pretty well sexed before you started feeling like this?" Penny asked, twisting the Mac book around so I could see the shot. I nodded in approval and planted the camera down on the table next to the laptop.

"I wouldn't say well sexed... I got enough you know?" I said, casting a quick glance around the room to make sure that all of the lighting was OK for the shot.

"Well, if that's all maybe you are just having some performance issues. I really wouldn't blame it on being gay."

"You're gay?" A third voice entered the fray as the two actresses stepped down and walked into the main room of the house. Alison Brie was the culprit, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder she narrowed her eyes at me.

"I'm... I'm not sure. I think I may be gay." I replied, 

Alison had been joined by Gillian who hadn't been listening to the conversation, she looked to be busy on her phone.

"Alison's gay? Big deal. Like you wouldn't be able to tell with the way she's been ogling me!" She teased her brunette co-star, playfully bumped her hips against Alison's. 

"Tease!" Alison retorted by pursing her lips and blowing a kiss at her friend. She grinned and shook her head. "Not me! Though you certainly would tempt me blondie! Nah, it's this cute guy here!" Alison accentuated the point by gesturing to me with an extended finger.

"You're gay? That is a real shame!" Gillian said with a smirk as she looked me over. Suddenly feeling like a piece of meat, I shook my head and extended my arm like they should join me and Penny in the front room.

"I think I may be gay!" I replied with a grin. As the girls were about to say something else, I quickly interrupted. "So, where do we want to start?" I asked, bringing my camera up to shoot the two girls. The girls walked into the main room with me and Penny, it was then that we got to look over them. 

Alison had on a sheer lacy 'jacket' that ran down along her arms and onto her thighs. Covering her chest was a black sequinned bra that was almost a half cup, while covering her chest but not really. Completing the bottom half, she had on a pair of lacy underwear that covered her groin attached to the panties was a set of stockings that covered her legs. She also had on a set of black shiny heels that elevated the cute brunette a few inches off of the ground. Her make up had been done perfectly by Penny, it was dark and alluring, the type of eye shadow that if you looked at it for too long you'd start to go mad with lust.

Gillian meanwhile, had on a pure virginal white matching bra and panties set with a set of sheer stay up stockings that ran from her thighs all the way down to her feet and white heels. The blonde also had on a white lacy waist coat that only ran down to her tummy, but still looked great on her. Completing the look, there was a thin black hair clip keeping some of her silky blonde locks back over the right side of her face. Her make up was minimum but still looked great on her.

"Well, I guess we're going to strip down to our bra and panties right?" Alison asked, cocking her head to one side as she and her blonde friend glanced over at me.

"Right." I confirmed with a nod of my head.

"Well... Should we get some shots of us losing these?" The blonde, Gillian, asked this time. She tugged at the lacy sheer 'jackets' they were wearing over their chests. I shrugged and nodded my head.

"Sure." 

Both me and Penny moved into the room and watched as Gillian and Alison moved so they were next to each other. As we were about to take the first shot, Penny, the second blonde in the room clicked her fingers as if remembering something.

"How about Alison, you strip off Gillian's top but you keep yours on?" My friend asked, rubbing her chin lightly as she pondered the scene. The two girls on the other side of the camera glanced at each other and shrugged.

"Sure!" The brunette actress, who played Annie on the hit NBC show 'Community', beamed at us. "Should we get the shot of my taking the top off now?"

"Fine by us." 

The girls giggled with each other, the blonde wriggled the lacy shirt down her arms so Alison could take hold of it. Gillian bent at the waist so we could get a decent enough shot of her cleavage, one quick flash let the two sexy actresses know that the shot had been taken. The brunette then slipped the the item of clothing off of her blonde friend's body and threw it into the air. Alison twisted as she did so, while Gillian moved away as she did so, there was a big grin on the blonde's face as Alison slowly licked her lips and smiled. Gillian lifted her hands in the air as if to say 'Ta-dah! I've got no shirt on!' while Alison threw the item to one side.

I looked into the viewfinder of my camera and nodded my head, I caught my reflection in the window and saw I had a steely look on my face. See, if I wasn't gay shouldn't I have a shit eating grin from ear to ear? I ran my hands through my hair and looked up at the girls.

"Perfect. OK, what's next?" I asked, recalling that both Alison and Gillian had worked out a plan for the shoot.

"Well, if I'm going to make Gillian my bitch..." The brunette started but was playfully slapped by the blonde. 

"We both get to be the bitch." The blonde pouted playfully. 

"How about I tie her up?"

"Well... I don't think we've got anything like..." I started but was quickly silenced by Alison producing a long, white piece of string. She then extended the rope and grinned as she tightened it.

"I do." 

"Well Okay then!" I looked around the room and saw that the couch may be a suitable place to shoot the pictures. "OK, Alison, why don't you kneel on the couch and start to tie Gillian up? We want you looking fierce and in control, Gillian you need to look scared. Like you're afraid of what she's going to do to you." 

"Mmmm sounds hot!" Gillian said with a grin as she knelt down in front of Alison. The blonde then crossed her arms over at the wrists and watched her brown haired friend with a big smile as the silky scarf was tossed over the the crossed limbs and then under to form a knot. As the girls got to it, I bent down on one knee and started to take shots of the blonde who was now tied up in bondage. 

Gillian kept looking at me and getting a sly smirk on her face before going back to looking helpless. After taking several more shots, we decided that that was enough.

"Okay. Anything else?" I asked, stepping up and helping Alison to her feet as well as Penny undid Gillian.

"Well... We did get an idea using this!" Gillian said with a wicked grin, producing a silver hair brush. "How about we get some shots of us spanking each other with it?" 

I looked at Penny who now had the shit eating grin on HER face.

"I bet GQ would just loooove that! How about we do the costume change after that too?" She added, casting a look over at me. That made sense I guess.

"Sure, OK. Gillian, you're changing right?" 

The blonde nodded her head in the affirmative.

"Cool. Okay, let's go." To my surprise it was Gillian who sat down first. While she had been playfully vocal with Alison's encouragement she hadn't struck me as the dominant type. Alison giggled and then got onto her knees to the left of the tall blonde, she then hauled herself up and crawled along the bed with a cat like grace. She stopped when she was above the blonde's lap and presented her rear. Gillian ran her hands along Alison's body before sliding herself out and getting to her knees. Keeping a foot on the floor, she bent her knee that was on the couch to give her a better base. She then hooked her finger in the back of Alison's bra and lifted the strap up as if to keep the brunette in place. 

They both looked at me and smiled when I nodded my head to show I was ready.

"Okay, Gillian you're in charge now so a great big cocky smirk. Alison, the power's shifted so we need to have you looking scared." I looked up from my viewfinder to see the girls had done as I had requested. "Perfect! Okay, let's take five smacks from Gillian then switch over?"

"Sounds good to me! Your ass is mine Brie!" Gillian said with a teasing tone, lightly smacking Alison on the butt.

"Yeah yeah, keep dreaming blondie. Let's go James."

We took the first shot of Gillian raising the back of the brush, true to form Gillian had a big smirk on her face while Alison looked scared. We took a couple more shots before I stopped. "Okay, Gillian? Why don't we take a couple of you looking down at Alison? Like you're claiming your prize or something?" The blonde smiled and nodded her head, she looked at the back of Alison's head and lay down another pretend smack, one after the other we got shots of it mid air and as if it had made contact with the latter's rear.

"Perfect! All right, let's swap over." Alison climbed up off of the couch and sat down next to where Gillian had been sitting. Gillian sexily slid her leg under the brunette's, she then lay across Alison's knee and presented her ass to the brunette.

We took another couple of shots of Gillian looking petrified while Alison dominated her with several smacks on the pretty blonde's bottom. Finishing up, I stood and nodded my head.

"Okay, that should be more than enough! Should we get that last shoot done then?" I asked, looking at the three ladies.

"Sure!" Alison said with a playful chirp in her voice. Gillian and Penny left the room leaving me and Alison by ourselves. The brunette looked over at me and smiled.

"So... Gay huh?"

"Yep. Well... Maybe gay." 

"You know. Back in college, I had a friend who thought he was gay. I soon got him straight again though. Do you need my help?" She asked, stalking towards me with a detirmined look in her eyes. Suddenly, I felt out matched and out gunned by pure, sweet, innocent Alison Brie. She looked me up and down and made a cute face as if she was estimating what I'd do next.

She smiled and stepped backwards, walking around she faced me again and stretched outwards. Her arms lifting into the air and pushing out her chest, she bit on her lip and smiled as she moved her arms down, accentuating her cleavage while she did so. My eyes seemed to hover on her cleavage, making the brunette giggle, which in turn made her chest shake.

"You like them don't you?" When I didn't reply, that seemed to give Alison more inspiration to talk dirty. "I bet you'd love to slide you big fat cock in between my titties and fuck them all day long wouldn't you?" 

That certainly seemed tempting to me. I was about to respond when Gillian and Penny entered the room, the blonde star of NBC's Community was now dressed in a set of matching bra and panties, similar to what Alison was wearing sans the gloves. 

"Everything OK here?" Penny asked, observing me and Alison. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I saw I was beet red.

"Yeah... Yeah, we're good." 

While I straightened everything out with Penny, Alison had slipped the gloves off and tossed them to one side, although she kept the lacy jacket on. There was a white fur rug in the corner of the room that everyone seemed to have ignored but Alison was drawn to it. She lay on the rug and motioned for Gillian to follow her, the blonde complied and then straddled the brunette. Linking her fingers with the actress who played Annie, Gillian beamed up at me and nodded her head.

"Okay, we're ready to go!" 

After several exciting shots, it came to the time to upload the pictures to the computer so we could get to editing the shots. Penny and I walked over to the shots as the girls on the floor giggled with each other, I shot a look at them and smiled. 

It was an entirely hot image to see a tall blonde straddling a small brunette while they were clad in only sexy lingerie. Still think I'm gay though.

"Oh I don't believe it!" Penny exclaimed as she looked through her handbag, once, twice three times!

"What is it?"

"The USB cable. We don't have it again!" Penny sighed, dumping her handbag's contents onto the table, she rummaged through it but still couldn't find it.

"Damn it. Want me to go and get it?" I asked as Penny slid all of the contents back into her handbag.

"It's fine. I'll go get it. Ladies, you don't mind hanging out with James do you?" She turned to face the two actresses who shook their heads.

"What's wrong?" Alison asked, Gillian cocked her blonde head as Alison climbed off of her friend and stood up.

"We need a cable to upload the shots. The one particular cable we don't have is the one we need. We're always getting it mixed up!" She laughed, looking back at me she leant up and kissed me on the cheek. "Behave OK?" 

That made the girls giggle, I cast a look at them and smirked as well. "Sure Mom." I dead panned, she grinned and planted a kiss on my cheek. 

Penny walked out of the room and we could hear the sound of her engine start up and then drive off. I turned around and saw Alison and Gillian sitting on the couch, the brunette, Alison, was whispering to Gillian who was giggling as she did so.

"Something funny?" I asked as the two girls jumped, almost in shock of being caught.

"No! Not funny, but... Interesting." Gillian said, sliding along on the couch. Alison beamed up at me and patted the space between the two of them. Shrugging, I sat down next to them, they were close to me. The brunette scooted a little bit closer and started to rub at my shoulder as Gillian smiled at me. I could feel Gillian's breath on me as she stroked at my cheek.

"Are you sure you're gay? Because you're getting awfully uncomfortable..." Alison giggled, her fingers gently massaging my shoulder as she cast a glance over me and Gillian's still lingerie clad body. 

"Well... It's kind of..." I started, but the blonde interrupted. 

"I know! Let's see just how gay you are! Unzip your pants!"

"Pardon!?" I must have misheard her. I simply must have.

"Unzip your pants and take them off!" Alison repeated what Gillian had said but added the part about taking my pants off. "Come on. If we're walking around in barely anything you can too!"

That seemed... Pretty reasonable actually. I nodded my head and unbuckled my belt, slipping it down from my waist the girls could see my dark blue boxer shorts and reasonably hairy legs.

As my pants hit the floor, I slipped out of them and looked at the two expectantly.

"Now... Let's see what turns you on..." With that, Gillian climbed onto Alison's lap and kissed her co star. It was a really deep, hot kiss. The type you'd only see in a movie. Alison moaned and cupped the blonde's ass cheeks, squeezing them as she slipped her tongue into the other's mouth. They moaned against each other passionately as they explored each others mouths.

A few seconds passed and their lips parted, a thin trail of spit moved from each others lips as the girls separated and slowly opened their eyes looking at each other. They looked at their lips and the spit and giggled happily at the sight.

"That was a good kiss Alison!" Gillian complimented her brown haired friend as the spit smacked against the brunette's jaw.

"Yeah! Saliva trail and everything! Hot wasn't it James?" Alison asked, looking over at me. I simply nodded my head, a tent had started to form in my pants. The first one in a long time. The girls eyes drifted down my body and glanced at my boxer shorts getting tighter and tighter. 

"Looks like you've still got it..." She whispered to Alison, observing the erection in my shorts.

"Yeah. I guess so..." I said with a smirk. Gillian levelled a shot at me though.

"Not you. Her." Gillian said, squeezing Alison's ass making the brown haired woman moan with pleasure.

"Huh? Am I missing something?" I wondered aloud as the girls kissed each other again.

"Back in college, I used to turn gay guys straight. Looks like I've done it again." Alison said with a smile, her groin started to slowly rub along the length of Gillian's stocking clad leg making the blonde smile while the brunette, Alison, close her eyes and moan in pleasure. 




The Spatulas



"Alison... Want me to fuck you?" Gillian asked, tucking some of Alison's brown hair behind her ear. Gillian then leaned in and slowly licked Alison's right ear, making the brunette shiver with pleasure. Alison bit down on her bottom lip and nodded, the actress who played Britta, grinned and popped open the buttons on the sheer night shirt that Alison had been wearing. 

The buttons sailed across the room and hit random parts of the wall as the two kissed each other again. The blonde then hoisted the brunette into the air and spun her around, dumping Alison on the couch. Gillian spread Alison's legs and started to slowly, sexily smooch her way down her friend and co star's body. Reaching Alison's lower body, the blonde hooked her right index finger in Alison's panties and shifted them to one side.

Alison moaned aloud as the blonde casually flicked her tongue along the brown haired woman's wet pussy lips. She looked over at me and opened her mouth, blowing me a kiss, the brunette on the couch suggested I move up closer to her. I got up on my knees and moved over to her. Alison opened her mouth and took my cock into the gap between her soft, sweet lips. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and slipped my cock inside her mouth. My dick stabbed the back of her throat and she carefully pulled back as her tongue moved up and formed a cushion for my dick as she moved up and down.

I grunted and ran my hands through her hair slowly as she slipped up and down on my cock. Alison moaned and sexily licked my shaft as the moans vibrated around me, I put my hands on her chest and squeezed them slowly as she sucked my cock. Gillian slowly ran her tongue along Alison's lower lips as she ate out her friend.

Gillian's eyes met with mine and we both shared an equally filthy grin as we played with Alison. The actress who played Britta on Community planted a few more soft kisses on the brown haired actresses pussy before breaking her lips away and sliding her right index finger into the brunette's pussy. Slowly sliding the digit in and out of Alison's pussy, the blonde grinned as Alison moaned out loud around my cock.

"Yeah. She's definitely turned you back again." 

The blonde planted a kiss on the brunette's tummy and giggled as Alison's free hand ran through the blonde's hair. Gillian sat up and with her free hand started to undo her bra, eager to get some oral attention of her own. Alison removed my dick from her mouth and gasped for breath as she slowly jerked me. The smell of arousal was heavy in the room as we each shared a glance at each other. 

"Let's fuck!" Alison declared, unhooking her own bra and tossing it to one side. Gillian agreed and removed her finger from the brown haired woman's pussy, sucking the digit clean. The blonde swung herself around and clambered onto Alison's face as the brunette slid down the couch. I climbed off of the couch and held Alison's legs apart. Sliding my dick along her wet lips, I brushed up against it once, twice three times before finally pushing myself in. 

I groaned in pleasure as my hard dick entered Alison's pussy. I could hear the brunette moan as well, although the sounds were somewhat muffled by Gillian's pussy. My hands ran up and down Alison's stocking clad legs as I started to pump in and out of her. I had to admit, even with me thinking I was gay, I liked the feel of the silk against my skin, it may well have helped that Alison's legs were on the other side of the fabric as well.

Alison's moans were getting louder and louder as Gillian started to grind herself against the brunette's face. The blonde's eyes were open and she was grinning at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers. 

"Mmmm fuck! James you want to know what she's doing?" She asked, leaning forward she took my face in her hands and planted a soft kiss on my lips. My lips had been hard with the menial task of the photo shoot from earlier in the day but the blonde's soft lips soon softened mine up. She peppered my lips with soft kisses before breaking and casually flicking her tongue along my lips sending a shiver up my spine.

"Mmmmm fuck yeah... Her tongue's wriggling around in my pussy. It's reaching everywhere inside me! Oh fuck yeah... Yeah! Her tongue's rubbing up against my wet pussy walls and it's making me crazy! Mmmmm yes! Don't you think Alison's got nice tits? Would you like to suck them James? Make those nipples nice and hard with your tongue?" Gillian asked, squeezing the brunette's large breasts making the girl moan into the blonde's pussy.

I nodded my head and was about to lean down when Gillian got herself up off of the couch and guided Alison up to a sitting position. I watched as Alison slid off of my cock and the girls watched me move to them. I took a seat next to them on the couch and then moaned in pleasure as Gillian stroked my cock, slick with Alison's wet juices. The blonde moved down and cast a long, upwards lick collecting some of the wetness. 

The blonde then stood up and guided Alison over. Splitting the brunette's pussy lips, Gillian grinned as Alison squatted down and my dick entered her again. We both groaned as my cock slid inside her, as she squatted down her breasts came into view. I moved forward and latched onto her right tit, teasing the soft skin with my tongue I wrapped it around her nipple and lashed at it. I could feel the nub become erect in my mouth as I sucked.

Some would argue that Alison's best features were her big, beautiful eyes, others could say it was her pretty face. Let me tell you, with her breasts exposed to me right now, it was her chest. Without a shadow of a doubt. One of my hands moved up and cupped the other tit making the brunette moan in pleasure. Her hands ran through my short hair as she started to bounce up and down on me. My lips moved with her as she slid up and down on my cock, the brunette let out a low groan of delight as Gillian's hands mingled with mine on her breasts. Her fingers slid between mine and helped me dig into Alison's tit flesh, I cast my eyes up at the brunette and was amazed to see them making out with each other. 

Gillian let go of Alison and moved behind the brunette, hooking her arms around Alison's waist the blonde started to help her ride my dick. Her hands linked with each of them and started to hug her tightly as Alison bounced. The brunette moaned out loud and cast a look to the sky as she slid up and down on my pole, as she bottomed out, her hips slowly rolled around letting my cock rub up against every part of her walls. 

Alison's hand grabbed at the back of my neck as she slipped upwards and she used me as a personal assistant to get off. Her hips started to jerk up and down at a frantic rate as her breath started to climb and her voice got higher and higher. It all seemed to come to an end when Gillian's finger started to rub at Alison's clit. The brunette shrieked in pleasure and came on my cock, her walls tightened and she exploded. I wasn't too far behind, I grunted and started to cum as well. Shooting my load inside her, I gasped as I received my first outwardly set of pleasure. Slowing my thrusting, I sat back down on the couch as Alison slid down with my. We were both panting while Gillian stood up and scooted up onto the couch with us, Alison pulled herself up off of my dick and sat down next to me. 

I was softening rapidly and the girls seemed... Deflated? Maybe? I watched them carefully before grinning as Gillian scooted closer to me and started to pay attention to my groin.

"Need a hand?" Gillian asked, wrapping her left hand around my cock she started to jerk me up and down as Alison smiled and nodded her head.

"Maybe I should tell you a story while blondie looks after you?" Alison added, leaning in she planted a soft kiss on Gillian's lips making the blonde moan and then giggle with glee. 

"I think a story would be nice. Don't you James?" Gillian said, still slowly pumping my dick up and down. "Then... Maybe you could fuck my ass?"

"Oh! That would be great! I'd love to see you get your ass fucked G!" Alison said with a big grin. The girls then took turns kissing and touching me, while Gillian pumped my shaft up and down, Alison would cup and lightly palm my nuts. Rolling them around in her hand, the brunette beamed up at me and at the blonde on the opposite side of me. 

"Well... It all started back when I was in college. The guy was super cute, like you, and it upset me to think that no girls would get a chance with him. So, I got some weed, which was easy enough at college, got him high and took him back to my room." Alison started to tell me the tale of how she seduced and fucked a gay friend on hers as she casually jacked me off. Gillian was beaming next to me, she unclipped her bra and tossed it to one side, she took my hands and planted them on her chest. Moaning her encouragement when I squeezed her tits, I continued to do so as the brunette jacking me off rubbed my dick's head with her thumb.

"I sat him down on a couch like the one you're on and I put some AC/DC on. I started to dance and do a strip tease for him. When he didn't get hard, well... I started to use the twins." With that, the brunette stopped jacking me off and moved up a little higher on her knees and slipped my dick between her two magnificent tits. I groaned in pleasure as Gillian sweetly giggled in my ear. She started to jerk me back to life, using her chest as she glanced back up at me with those big sweet eyes of hers.

"He did start to get hard then. So, I started to bounce these babies up and down a little bit quicker. I could hear him start to breathe a little heavier... Yeah! Just like that!" Alison confirmed as my own breath started to get heavier as she slipped her boobs up and down. "Well, I just knew I was onto a winner! So, I started to slide them up and down a little bit quicker to see if I could get any pre cum. I felt him run his hands through my hair and I thought I had him... Well, I started to get wet. So, I climbed up and onto him, he was wearing shorts and I had on a skirt. When he felt my wetness it really turned him off. I haven't really spoken much to him since then, apparently he's still gay and thinks back to that time as one of the worst times in his life."

Alison chuckled lightly as my dick came back to life.

"Well that sucks." Gillian said, looking down at her buddy. 

"Not really. Got double teamed the next night so that was OK." Alison beamed up at me, happy with the state of my cock. She then moved in and cast a sexy lick against my dick's head.

"My turn?" Gillian asked hopefully. Alison smiled and nodded her head, climbing off of the couch. The blonde got down on her hands and knees and wiggled her rear at me, Alison let me go and got up onto the couch, she spread her legs and started to go to town on herself. I walked on my knees to behind Gillian and took her hips in my hands, I rubbed my hard cock up against her pussy a few times to tease the wet lips. Keeping her still, despite her best efforts to rotate herself back against me, I lifted my hips slightly and pushed myself deep inside the blonde. 

We both let out a low moan as I split her warm, wet lips apart. Gillian's long blonde locks were on her shoulders as she threw her head back in pleasure. I had bottomed out in Gillian and she only groaned in approval as I kept hold of her hips and pulled myself out of her to only my dick's head. I then pushed myself back in, the blonde groaned out loud again and pushed herself back against me. She let her head fall forward and slowly rotated her hips in a clockwise and then counter clockwise motion making my dick stroke against every part of her insides. 

I could hear behind me Alison's light breathing as she went to work on herself. The occasional 'Oh!' or 'Fuck yeah' was music to my ears and a pleasant soundtrack to me being balls deep in Gillian Jacobs. I didn't dare look behind me just in case the sight of Alison Brie masturbating drove me to another orgasm before I wanted it to. I gripped hold of Gillian's stocking straps and started to fuck her, sliding myself in and out at a swift pace I watched the blonde collection of curls rise and then fall as my dick started to stroke her insides. 

"Mmmm fuck yeah!" Gillian encouraged me more so. She cast a look over at me and grinned, she pushed her hips back at me and rolled them around slightly before reversing the roll. "Fuck me nice and hard James. I like it really, really hard." 

Very happy to do so, I looked up at the sexy blonde who had now bowed her head, ready to take my cock. Gripping hold of her hips by the stocking straps, I placed my cock against Gillian's pussy lips and forced my way in. Gillian threw her pretty blonde head back and let out a long drawn out moan.

"All right..." I said as I moaned at the sensation of Gillian's pussy enveloping my cock. While I'd never dream of saying it out loud, I was actually pretty surprised at how easy it was to get it in. 

"Ohhhhhh... So... Big... James! So fucking big..." She groaned as she accepted all of my large cock into her pussy at a smooth pace. I groaned and cursed at whatever demon made me want to believe I may have been gay. However, if he hadn't, maybe I'd never get to fuck both of the girls... I realised I was nit picking and ignoring the lovely sensation of pounding Gillian's pussy. I placed my hands on her soft, silky waist and I started to thrust my cock in and out of her hot, tight pussy. 

She tilted her head back and groaned, turning her head, she looked back at me just as I closed mine. Deciding to make things a bit more pleasurable, she started to throw herself back against me. Her swift thrusts backwards met my rocking forward making us both gasp out loud.

"Ohhhhh... Oh fuck... Just like that!" She screamed as I started to fuck her harder. 

"Ahhhh.... Fuck yes! " I grunted, licking my lips that had got dry and cracked from out fierce antics. I pumped my cock into her warm, wet pussy while she rocked back on her knees to match my thrusts. She moaned aloud and pressed her soft, sexy lips together as she started to grind her hot body back against my cock. I reached under her and cupped her sweet tits, kneading the flesh slowly as I pounded her pussy fiercely. 

The sound of my balls slapping against her pussy's lips was driving me, Gillian and apparently Alison insane as the brunette started to call out in a higher tone of delight. She climbed up off of the couch and moved down so she was sitting in front of Gillian, opening her legs she let the blonde eat her out some more. The actress who played Britta Perry happily munched on Alison's wet cunt as I continued to slam in and out of her. Soon, Gillian's arms started to shake and she fell down onto her elbows, her walls contracted and she came. Her pussy exploded on my dick making me shiver with delight, I kept on fucking her through the orgasm. 

"G... G... Gillian?" I asked, my voice shaking as I tried to keep my orgasm in check. While the blonde had just cum, and Alison had done so as well earlier in the evening I wasn't far off my second orgasm of the night and I had been promised fucking her in the ass. She lifted her head out of Alison's spread legs and looked back at me, I could see the brunette's arousal smeared over Gillian's jaw line and it made it look fucking erotic. 

"Yes sweetie?"

"Can I... Can I fuck your ass?" I asked, slowing myself down to a standstill. Gillian and Alison shared a look and then excitedly nodded their heads. Gillian spread her ass cheeks apart and showed off her puckered ass hole to me as the brunette climbed to her knees and walked behind me. Hooking her arms under my pits she held me tightly as I guided my cock against Gillian's tight ring.

"Fuck her nice and hard 'Kay?" Alison whispered in my ear seductively as I lined up with the blonde's back door.

"Okay." I confirmed, as my wet dick rubbed against Gillian's ass hole. Gillian gasped slightly when my cock pressed against her ring, I stopped and looked over her shoulder at her. She had bit down on her bottom lip and had her eyes shut tightly.

"Just give me a minute..." She warned, both me and Alison relented and waited for her to nod her head in permission. Gillian didn't make us wait long and soon I had half of my dick buried inside her ass, I couldn't fit any more in so I fucked her like that. 

I groaned at the tightness of it, and could only smile as Gillian groaned too. I kept hold of her hips and started to slide in and out of her, we were both moaning to the skies as I started to build up a pace. I was essentially the filling in a sexy woman sandwich as I ploughed Gillian's ass, when I withdrew I bumped against Alison's sexy tummy making the brunette giggle like a school girl.

Her hands rubbed against my chest as I slipped in and out of her co-star and friend's ass. I felt her warm breath tickle my ear as she started to whisper naughty things in my ear.

"I love how hard you're fucking Gillian's ass. I bet her tight ass hole is milking you dry isn't it? I bet she's going to make you cum so fucking hard that your balls will be empty for months to come! But, you can't cum in her ass because I want to swallow that seed down! Will you let me suck the cum out of your cock? I'd love to drink it down into my tummy." 

I grunted and nodded my head as the blonde's tight ass milked my cock roughly. There was something primal and primitive about fucking a girl in the ass, it seemed beastly and that only added to the hotness scale of the whole thing. Especially when the girl you were ploughing happened to be Gillian Jacobs too. 

As Gillian's ass loosened and got used to me fucking her, I was able to build up some speed and rhythm and soon my balls were slapping against her pussy's lips making the girl cry out. Alison playfully taunted her friend by mimicking the noises the blonde was making. I, however, had simply shut my eyes and kept focused on drilling the tight hole in front of me.

Soon, it was no use. I could feel the point of no return coming up and simply had to explode. I warned both of the girls and carefully pulled out of Gillian's ass. Getting to my feet, I started to jerk off while the girls moved in front of me, side to side, or tit to tit, and opened their mouths. I grunted and let rip, several arcing ropes ran from my dick's head and into their warm, wet and waiting mouths. I grunted once more as I squeezed one last rope out of my knob. Defeated, I collapsed on the couch and caught my breath as Alison and Gillian shared a kiss and my load with it. 

"Fuck... Fuck me that was incredible." I groaned, wiping the sweat away from my brow.

"You liked it then? Better than being with some guy right?" Alison asked excitedly as she and Gillian stood up.

"Yeah. So much better than with a guy." 

"Good." Alison planted a soft kiss on my cheek and then left the room. "I need to go change. Gillian, you coming?" The blonde had remained on the floor and was grinning at me.

"I'm going to stay for a bit." She called out, tending to what remained of my load on her face. Wiping at her chin with the back of her hand, she licked the load up and got to her feet. 

"You want to go again?" She asked, looking down at my cock that had deflated somewhat. But, as soon as she said that life started to come back to it.