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Tiny

By: jasliz



***We posted this story previously and noted that it would have some typos and mistakes because we couldn't seem to find an editor. Well since then more than one person has contacted us with their willingness to help on this and other stories. We are re-posting the story with the edits and would like to thank Don for his exceptional help and time to find all the problems.*** 

The laughter echoed in my ears. It always ends this way. Every time I'm finally alone with a girl, thinking this will be the one, this is the moment I'll lose my virginity. As soon as they see my small penis they start laughing and it's over. They don't want anything to do with me.

Now I'm sure you're wondering. "How small could it possibly be?" Let's just say if six inches is supposed to be the average size of a male penis then I'm barely half of average. Barely and I can't even say it's at least a short fat cock. No, the girth matches the length in proportion. My fucking middle finger is bigger even when my cock is erect. When it's soft it is even more pathetic, most the time it's hiding among my normal sized testicles and all but invisible. 

Now I don't know who to blame. They say the size of the penis is given to you from your father but I've seen my dad's dick and I didn't inherit mine from him. So that leaves my mother, and it's hard to blame something on a dead person. My mother died years ago when I was ten. Now ten years later and I'm still a virgin because of my tiny cock. I can't tell you how humiliating it is, how frustrated I am to be a twenty year old virgin. I guess it's better than being forty but twenty is ridiculous. Hell, I'm not even Mormon so I can't use that as an excuse.

Getting to know the women isn't an issue. I'm a decent looking guy. I work out, I'm over six feet tall and attracting women isn't the problem, it's the reaction I get when then see my tiny penis in comparison to my muscled tall body. They just can't handle it and laugh, sometimes hysterically.

This happened again just recently. I was dating a cute brunette named Jenny and we were hitting it off really well. After several dates she was beginning to wonder why I never invited her up to my place or went in to hers when she asked. I usually put off taking the relationship to the next level for a while, hoping the woman will be more attached to my personality and be able to see past the size of my dick. That hasn't happened yet.

Jenny was no exception. She finally dragged me up to her apartment and we started making out on the couch. My cock got instantly hard, it has no problem doing that since the blood fills up something so small very fast. Jenny pulled me over onto her and we continued kissing with my body between her legs, both of us fully dressed. She starts grinding on me as we kiss and moves my hands up her shirt to her firm breasts. I'm all sorts of turned on. My small cock was just throbbing in my pants and oozing all over my jockey shorts. After a while of this she stops kissing me and looks me in the eyes.

"Are you not turned on? Are you gay?" she asks.

"Gay? Hell no. Why would you think that?"

"We've been kissing and making out for an hour and I can't feel your penis at all between my legs. It's like you're not even into me?"

It was the moment of truth. I had no choice but to tell her or show her really. I pushed myself off of her and said, "I'm very into you. I'm as hard as I can get."

"What? Then why can't I..." she started to say as I was pulling my pants off.

The sight of my tiny cock arching upward made her stop midsentence.

"Oh," she said and started laughing. "I'm sorry," she said mid laughter. "I don't think this is going to work."

I pulled up my pants and left, like I normally do. She was still laughing when the door closed.

Depressed once again I got in my car and instead of going home to my apartment I drove to my dad's house. It was about ten at night when I pulled into his driveway. I got out and knocked, letting myself in. My stepmother, Julie came around the corner to the foyer as I closed the door.

"Oh, hi, Steven... what brings you by tonight?" she asked.

My father married Julie when I was fifteen, five years after my mother passed away. She basically became my mother but not really. At that age, I didn't really accept her as a stubborn, know-it-all teenager. She's seven years younger than my father, blonde and a yoga instructor so she's tall and skinny and, I'm sure, flexible. I never found her hot when I lived with them, I just considered her my stepmom but the older I got I could see what my father found attractive.

"Just driving by, nothing else to do," I said.

"Nothing else to do on a Friday night? I don't believe that. You seem upset," she said.

"Is my dad home?" I asked.

"No, he's playing cards with the guys at Dick's house."

"Oh, right... I forgot."

"Now tell me what's wrong... I know something's bugging you."

The frustrations had come to a head and I just finally let it out and spilled my guts to this poor woman.

"I'll tell you what's wrong, Julie. I'm twenty and still a virgin," I said, fighting back tears of all things.

"Oh... but... how can that be... you're a good looking young man. I've seen you with many beautiful girls."

"Exactly, many... haven't you wondered why they never stick around?" I asked.

"Not really... I just figured you moved on to another."

"Oh what, like after I did her? I'd go find another one to screw."

"Umm, well something like that. You seem very angry, Steven... what's happened."

"The same thing that always happens. They laugh at me!" I said, wiping tears out of my eyes.

"They laugh? Because of why? Your inexperience?"

"No... because of my tiny penis."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"But... how can that be... your father...," she trailed off.

"Yeah, well, I didn't inherit my dad's big cock," I blurted.

She hesitated and folded her arms under her enhanced breasts. She had the boob job before my father married her. As skinny as she was, her natural breasts were probably an A cup at best but she was sporting a healthy C with the bags of silicon.

"I don't know what to say, Steven... how small is it?" she asked.

"Small, like... well, you just have to see it," I said.

"Umm, alright..." she hesitated.

I undid my belt and pulled down my pants and jockeys at the same time. She gasped when she saw my shriveled up cock hiding in my ball sack.

"But doesn't it get larger when it's erect?" she asked.

"A little, but not much."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Steven. I'm afraid you have me at a loss."

"Yeah, that's how I feel too," I said pulling up my pants.

"I don't know what I can do to help," she said, wringing her hands together and shifting her weight to the other long leg.

"There is nothing you can do. I'm cursed forever. This was my last chance, tonight with Jenny. It's over. I'll die a virgin I know it."

"No you won't. Don't talk like that," she said, moving forward to embrace me.

I moved my hands around her body and she was able to get closer to me. I felt her breasts press against my chest and my stupid little cock started growing even hugging my stepmom. I broke the embrace, wiped my face again and left.

**

I felt terrible as I watched Steven leave. My poor stepson had just revealed two surprising things to me. He's a virgin for one and then the size of his manhood. I had to admit I was shocked, totally blown away when he actually showed me. I almost couldn't see it hidden among his scrotum. Even with his hair trimmed almost to nothing it was difficult to find. I'm sure he trims his hair to make it visible at all. I felt terrible for him. The strangest thing is his father is the exact opposite. Roger has a healthy above average penis almost nine inches long and wider than my largest finger and thumb when I hold it. Steven's was... well I have no idea because I saw it soft, but I doubt it grows to four inches or even three.

I couldn't imagine how he felt. He said they laugh at him. The girls actually have laughed at him when they see it. How horrifying for him. He's convinced he'll die a virgin and I had nothing to encourage him with. I felt like a horrible stepmother.

It weighed on me. I paced back and forth in the foyer after he left, thinking of what I could have said or what I could do now to help. I thought about paying for a prostitute. Maybe pay her to have sex with him but not reveal she's a paid whore. The problem was I didn't know how to make that happen. And if he found out, which was a good possibility, he would be very angry.

I felt worse and worse as the night progressed. Roger wasn't home, and probably wouldn't be until three in the morning. I usually just went to bed when he was out playing cards with his friends but that night I couldn't sleep. I kept racking my brain on how to help Steven. He wanted to not be a virgin; I think that was even more important than having a small penis. I'm sure he's come to accept that, and there really isn't much he could do about it. There is no miracle pill or exercises to increase penis size. Not really. So I focused on his virginity and what I could do to make sure he didn't 'die a virgin'.

It finally dawned on me what I could do. I was not his real mother. I could have sex with him. Maybe that would give him the confidence he needed to go on trying with other women until he found the one that would love him for who he was, not the size of his dick. It was a perfect plan to me. No one but Steven had to know. It would be a one-time thing, between he and I and I just knew it would help him.

I made my decision and when Roger came home I didn't mention anything to him. Not even that Steven had come over that night. Roger was surprised to find me up and the light on in our room. I watched him undress and he climbed into bed with me, turning the light out. When he snuggled up to my back I couldn't help but feel the large bulge hit my butt. I couldn't believe Steven was his son. The difference was staggering.

Curiosity got the better of me and I asked Roger a question I hadn't ever asked, "Was your first wife a virgin when you married her?"

I knew he had married her young, I think they were high school sweethearts.

"That's a random question," he said.

"I know, but humor me."

"Yes, she was, why?"

"Was she able to handle you the first time?" I asked.

"What's gotten into you," Roger asked.

"Just curious. You're so big and... well I was just wondering."

"Let's just say it didn't go very smoothly but after time she was okay."

"Steven's not adopted is he?" I asked.

"Wow, you're on a roll with random questions. No, he's not adopted. Why all the strange questions?"

"No reason. I've just been thinking," I said.

"What could you possibly be thinking to ask that set of questions?" he asked.

"Just about how much I love you and your big cock," I said.

"Oh, really? And how did Steven come up in that rational? You're not wondering if he's endowed like his father, are you?" Roger asked, rising to his elbow behind me.

"No, of course not," I said rolling over to face him.

"Is that why you were still up when I came home. Is someone horny?" he asked.

"Someone might be," I teased.

"Well, then maybe that someone should show someone else how much she loves someone's big cock," he said.

I started laughing, "Oh yeah, well someone might just do that," I said reaching down and grabbing his long semi hard shaft.

He flinched as I grabbed hard and then rolled over onto his back. Letting go, I helped him pull his shorts down and picked up his heavy shaft once again, stroking it to full height. In the dim light of the room I admired his long, thick cock, forcing it vertical to view the entirety as a silhouette. I couldn't believe the difference between it and what I saw between Steven's legs. Leaning over, I took Roger's head into my mouth and heard him moan with pleasure. He was wide, filling my mouth and stretching my lips wide. I could only take the first five inches in, because he was too wide for more, but he never complained since I usually stroked his other half while I sucked on his head.

It got me wet when I sucked him. Sucking something that large was a crazy turn on for me. I sucked until he was breathing heavily and I was very turned on. With one hand I wiggled out of my panties, leaving my nightshirt on and threw my leg over my husband. I gave him a few more good strokes before rising off of him and pulling his head back. With his shaft in my hand, I rubbed his head up and down my wet sex, opening myself and wetting my lips. Sometimes if I'm not fully ready for him, his width will snag and bind on my labia. Sitting down on him, I released his cock and eased down on all nine inches, no snags this time. It's amazing how full I feel when I take him into my body each time. I swear it takes my breath away without fail.

Suddenly his hands were on my breasts. He loves to play with my chest when I ride him. Over the shirt his hands felt good and they slid easily on the cotton shirt. My nipples hardened quickly in his palms and he was soon playing with them, pulling and pinching at his leisure. Using my legs, I rose and fell gently on his cock, probably only taking four to five inches out of my body before falling back down onto him. He was so wide I didn't have to move much to get the full effect of his penis. The depth was amazing and the girth stimulated my sensitive lips and walls perfectly.

I rode him for a few minutes, basking in the sensations rushing through my body with his hands on my breasts and the large cock in my body. Suddenly he rolled me over and took control. I lifted my legs and welcomed him between them. He already had begun thrusting and lifting my legs to let him in deeper until it felt like he was pushing into my abdomen with his length. I clawed his back and moaned as my climax burst over my body. I had almost achieved it riding him; he just finished me off with his hard, deep thrusts.

Sweet pleasure rushed through me as his cock continued to pound in and pull out. My sex tightened and released as my legs shook from the orgasm, he always seems to coax out of me. I loved his cock, loved everything about it and couldn't imagine anything else.

A few minutes later he collapsed onto me, his cock spewing his love deep inside my body as he moaned his climatic grunts. He held it deep until he finished and then rolled over, leaving me empty except for his plentiful seed. He was fast asleep within a minute.

**

I woke up the next morning with my cock hard like usual. Being a virgin has nothing to do with masturbation. I've jacked off for as long as I can remember, but have never had the privilege of putting my dick inside a woman. With as worked up as I got with Jenny last night, I needed a little release. As I started stroking my little cock with just my thumb and index finger, I found my mind was thinking about Julie hugging me and her round breasts smashing against my chest. I don't know why I remembered that more vividly than fondling Jenny's but I did. It didn't take long before I blew my wad onto my stomach, and some even shot up to my chest, which with my little cock is quite a distance. Just as I was cleaning up I got a text message. When I looked at my phone I was surprised to see it was Julie. I kind of felt strange and a little guilty for just masturbating thinking about her and then she texts me.

She was asking if I wanted to have lunch with her today. I was sure she was taking me to lunch to try and make me feel better after I unloaded my problems on her. I almost told her I was busy but another text message came through. She was going to take me to my favorite restaurant, her treat. I told her okay and that I would meet her. I couldn't pass up on my favorite ribs.

I showered, got dressed and since it was Saturday, I watched golf until lunch. I drove to the restaurant and went inside. I saw her sitting alone and smiled at the hot hostess and walked to Julie's table.

"No Roger?" I asked, sitting down.

"No, he had a client come in from out of town. It's just you and me."

"Okay, so I know what this is about," I said.

"You do?" she answered and she seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, you feel sorry for me because of last night."

"Not sorry for you. I want to help, Steven."

"How can you help? Did you tell my dad what I told you, what I showed you?" he asked.

"No... I didn't even tell him you came over last night."

Just then our waitress came over. She was a tall brunette with big breasts that she liked to show off; probably to get better tips. I sure got an eye full as she leaned over and set my glass of water down. I wasn't complaining. She took our orders and touched me on the arm and giggled a little, flirting with me even with what I guess appeared to be my mother at the table.

"See that, Steven. She's totally into you. You shouldn't give up," Julie said.

"Yeah, they're all into me right up to the point where my dick has to take over. Then they laugh and are no longer into me."

"I can help," she said again.

"How? You know some way to make my co.... penis get bigger?" I asked, changing the word for her benefit.

"Not exactly, but I have something else in mind that I know will help."

"What? What could possible help?" I asked, taking a drink of the ice water.

"I will have sex with you," she said.

I choked on the water, actually spit it right out onto the table I was so shocked with what I heard."

People in the restaurant turned and looked and even our waitress came over asking if everything was okay. Luckily it wasn't as busy as dinner time. I explained that the water went down the wrong pipe and could we get some extra napkins to clean up. She smiled, touched my arm again and left to get the napkins.

"What they hell did you say?" I asked Julie as soon as the waitress was out of ear shot.

"You heard me. I want to help you not be a virgin. I think it will take a load off your mind. I'm not your real mother, Steven. We can keep it between you and I and it would only be a onetime thing."

"You're serious. You are actually serious!" I said, shocked.

"Yes I am. Are you totally against the idea? Am I not pretty enough or am I too old?" she asked.

I couldn't speak and thankfully the waitress returned with the napkins to give me time to wrap my mind around what my stepmother was saying. The hot brunette cleaned up the water and gave me another look down her shirt but I didn't even enjoy it since I was so taken aback by Julie, who was staring at me from across the table. The waitress filled up our glasses and told us our orders would be out soon.

"I don't know what to say," I said to Julie.

"Do you need time to think about it? Or am I way off base? Do you even find me attractive?" she asked.

"I find you very attractive. More and more the older I get," I said.

"So what's the problem?"

"The problem is I grew up from age fifteen to now with you as my mother! That's the problem."

"So, I've heard a lot of boys have crushes on their mothers. It's not like we are blood related. Just two consenting adults. I want to help and I think this is the way."

"So I don't die a virgin?" I asked.

"No, so you get some experience and have some self-confidence."

"What about dad?"

"What about him. He doesn't have to find out and besides I'm sure he wants the best for you like I do."

"Yeah, but I don't think that includes me screwing his wife."

"Okay, now that's enough. You wouldn't be screwing me. One time and one time only. Just think about it, Steven. You don't have to answer right now."

"I'll do it," I suddenly blurted.

I wasn't a fool. I knew this might be my only chance with a woman after all the rejection I've had in my life. She wasn't my mother. She was a hot older woman with tons of experience and a fucking Yoga instructor to boot. Who wouldn't take that offer?


Tiny Asian Seduce Big English Man



In a few days my office was going to relocate. Today everybody was invited to discuss the plan. We gathered in the meeting room at 9 AM sharp. Everybody was there, the management, the client, and the staff. The Project Manager opened the meeting and briefly explained the whole plan. I was writing down what was important to my team when I felt somebody eyes stuck on me. Spontaneously I turned to see the owner of the eyes. My eyes met with his very blue eyes. Our eyes stuck and I was stunned! I did not how to react but this man was in pretty good control. He smiled. I smiled back. I bet with weird expression. He obviously distracted me with his blue eyes. Gosh he was sexy. Who was he?

Meeting finished about an hour, and I walked back to my desk when I bumped in to him in the office corridor. "Hi" I heard him say. 

"Oh hi" I said back. 

"Kevin" he offered his hand introducing himself. 

"Oh, I am Ayu, nice to meet you." 

"Such a pretty name Ayu...." 

"I am new here, starting today. Nice welcoming party. We are going to move!" His thin pink lips smiled, showed his neat teeth. "You are going to be busy soon" 

"I know" then it was quiet, awkward moment. The chemistry was in the air, I hope he did not hear my heart beating so loud. "Ok, see you around. My desk is there. Shout if you need my help" I walked away. 

"Sure". 

Believe me; I could feel his eyes seeing me naked. 

In fifteen minutes I got information about him from Alin, my best friend. Name; Kevin Morgan, age; 42 status; single, divorced; nationality; British, was big guy, average tall for Caucasian posture, his muscled arm wrapped tight in his shirt. This guy was bald (my dream had a sex with bald guy), sharp blue eyes, thin lips, and round sexy butt. Overall my rate was 7.5. This sexy guy was the new Site Manager for our Gas Plant project.

I went back to my desk and saw he was sitting in front of my desk. Damn who's idea was to put his desk in front of mine? Brilliant! How could I do my work with him in front of me? Oh yeah, the computer screen hid my face but he was taller than me, still he could see me. 

Actually I was the one who could not resist looking at him. Everything about him was building my naughty fantasy. His every moved seen clearly from my desk. I could not help it. I peep sight his sexy ass so hard ("stop thinking about his bare ass.") His thick finger, (so hard to stop thinking how it would feel inside me); and I checked the bulge in his pants ("Is his cock big?"). I embarrassed myself with the thought of sucking it like hungry woman. He made me wet all day! Could you imagine? 

"I can't help it. I want him so bad" I told Alin when we had lunch. 

Alin laughed "Time will come, Ayu. Be patience and he is all yours." 

"Hey, it does not make any easier""

"Ok then stop thinking about him! That is my advice" she laughed and left me in doubt. 

I did not have to wait that long. Our office holds happy hour on Friday, first week, every month and it would be this Friday. Alin ensured me Kevin would be there, and I could not waste the time. "That is so cool. I wanted him in my bed! And I don't dare to ask him" 

"It does not have to be in your bed, Ayu" she tapped my cheek. 

The pub was not that crowded, still was too early, and our office only 5 minutes drive to the pub. I was talking with Alin and the groups when a heavy voice joined the conversations. 

"Do you mind if I join you, guys?" 

"Nooo, please" a chorus from us. 

He stood beside me. Alin looked at me and winked. I was only as tall as his chest, He was wearing a blue striped shirt and had his sleeves folded showing his muscled hairy arms and hands with big fingers holding his gin and tonic. I could still smell his after shave, very manly and sensual scent. I was about his chest. I was small girl, tiny exactly, with 61 inch and 99 lb, he could easily carry me with his one hand. I have long dark brown hair down, just a little bit longer than my tits, light brown and smooth skin. I have been told I was exotic and sexy. One of my male friends told me, "You intrigue every man, Ayu." Another commented about my "Naughty eyes!" 

We stood in a circle and so close each other. His arm and my arm touched as skin to skin. I was getting horny. It was torturing me to wait until the group dismissed. 

It was getting dark, and the night getting hot. Drink after drink pouring in our glasses and laughter getting louder. Everybody felt more relaxed if not drunk by this time. I sat at the bar, with Alin talking and laughing about our last weekend. We were both feeling a bit tipsy but felt relax. A strong hand grabbed my arm. I turned around, surprised with my wide eyes almost swore!, Shit! It was Kevin.

My blood rushed to my cheeks, I blushed, nervous, "Oh! You surprised me!" 

Alin smiled and left. It was only me and him. 

"Sorry to surprise you. I was looking for you. Just think it would e nice to have a chat with you" his blue eyes smiled at me. His blue eyes conquered my passion. "Sure"

By this time I felt relax and comfortable. I was not sure whether the alcohol swapped my doubt or I had determined I would not waste this chance. I was not sure either if there were so many eyes looked at us laughing and flirting. I did not think it was important now. 

"Do you know you have beautiful eyes?" 

"Thank you," I smiled.

"And I know those eyes watched me in the office."

"Oh? No. I don't think so." I was speechless but not shy anymore.

"I like it by the way. Naughty eyes," he winked . 

Now I know alcohol took over our inhibitions. He stood closer and talked close to my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck. His woodsy mixed with musk scent of his perfume hit my sensual nerve. You could smell the heat, it was enticing. He was probably daring me. I wished I wished this was not office event, I wished it was in a bar with a lot of strangers! Then it was not that difficult to kiss his neck.

His hand was on my waist. I could see Alin across the bar with eyes wide open. I could read her mouth "Get the room and be careful." Oh I wish I could find the room around here. My body language approved his action to do more. Then I realized that this was the fun part of the game. You wanted it so much but you could. 

"Let's move to the corner it is darker and no one can see us" he suggested.

Amazingly I followed him to the corner, my sensitive part of body urging more action. I noticed some of my coworkers had left already, but it was still early, 9.30 pm. I did not want to leave yet, not with my pussy demanding his cock inside me! 

Kevin stood beside me while I was sitting on the wooden high bar chair. I was almost the same height as him, our faces almost touched. His eyes looked down to my lips and I looked to his moisture lips when we were talking. So much I wanted to eat his lips!

"You are a sexy tiny woman and gorgeous Ayu."

I smiled. I did not say a word, too scared he notice my trembling voice. He sneaked his hand under my shirt secretly touching and rubbing spine long way down to my ass crack. I was sitting without resisting. Was this part of his game? If so, then he made damp my panties successfully. 

I gave him a look and whispered "What are you doing? Naughty boy!" 

"I know," he smiled. "But you like me being naughty." He lowered his face to kiss me, but I held his chin. 

"Not here, baby!" soft voice. 

"Then where?" he whispered, 

"Somewhere, but let's enjoyed this game first," A deep breath told me that now he was into my game. "Unzip my skirt, please," 

I was wearing a black tight midi skirt and black tight cotton blouse front buttons, no belt as accent. I did think this morning that a belt would make a bit tricky and I was right!. I moved forward a little bit, my pussy was on the edge of the chair. I spread my legs so he could have access to my wet pussy. Then I took his right hand sliding it inside my skirt to touch my shaved pussy "Feel what you have done."

We did not look at each other pretending enjoy the music. Obviously our minds were not in the music. I was trying hard to hide my desire as much as I could as his finger explored down there. His middle finger touched my clit and his other finger spread my pussy lips. He started tickling my clit, I gasp, bite my below lip and held the table tighter. 

"Shaved, smooth and nice, Ayu" he whispered. Oh if possible I would have closed my eyes to feel more, but it would have been obvious to the bartender in front of us. I was now having trouble to control my feeling, when he squeezed my pussy lips and my clit together. I was breathless it was so intense. His hand was such an expert. 

"Babe, it's so wet." It was.

"I want to taste it," I whispered.

He put his finger up to my mouth. "Hmm, tastes sweet". I gave him a turn to taste my sweetness. 

"Yes so sweet". 

I was struggling to hold my lust. My pussy was throbbing and never this wet before desperately wanting more!

I even spread my legs wider. He was behind me with his right hand inside my pussy and his left was on my waist. My top shirt covered his hand, and besides it was dim. It was hard to see his hand inside my wet warm pussy. By this time my devil took the control out of me. 

"Fuck me with your finger, Kev." A few second I felt his thick finger inside my pussy. Glided so easy inside, it was wet. He moved slowly in and out. His heavy breath on my ear, and his manly scent built the sultry feeling. I only could imagine his horny face as he was behind me. 

"Ooh Ayu."Shit, I am sooo horny," in my ear. We looked cool from outside but we burnt out with the passion. I almost cum when I felt his hard dick against my back. 

"You are hard like a rock, Kev" 

"I am, let's get out of here, I can't stand it anymore" 

"We will soon, baby, but not before you fucked me more with finger." 

"Hmm your are demanding woman. You will get what you want, my lady". He inserted another finger. Two thick fingers a bit struggling went inside my wet pussy. But this expert finger managed very well when I moan softly of pleasure feeling the two thick fingers going in and out. My heart was pounding louder, my breath racing as his face touched my neck. Now my eyes half closed, felt the sensation of his fingers. We were enjoying this for several minutes then he kissed my back neck.

"C'mon, Babe, let's get out of here, you are so wet already, Let me fuck you," he begged. 

My juices were all over my pussy now, my panty was soaking wet, and I was horny as hell--so was he!. Slowly he took out his finger and stroked my clit few times, while my body was shattering. l held his hand. 

"No, no you are going to make me cum, here, Let's go somewhere and finished this game." 

We walked together as nothing happened. He followed me like a child asking "Where are we going?" [You did not mention that your skirt was unzipped. This is not necessary since he was feeling you up your skirt. Suggest leaving the zipper out of your story.]

"To the car park." 

His eyes looked shocked, but he did not say a word. I dragged him to the car park. Lucky I found my car quickly as my pussy juices were running down my thighs. 

"I wanted you now, here!'

"Whatever you want, my lady, I am your slave for now" A cool submissive man--that was I wanted. 

I unlocked my car, Toyota Yaris, silver blue with 5 door lift back. It was city car and easy to drive. Most important, the back seat was spacey. We went inside the car, I started the engine and switched on the air conditioner. I checked around to ensure the security could not see us. It was dark but I could still see his horny eyes. He waited for my instruction "Let's jump to the back seat". The soft black material of my car was comfortable enough to sit on naked and the space was just fit for both us.  

Now he looked at me, eyes wondering, I laughed. "Don't worry we are safe here. Let's do it here, handsome." 

"You made me crazy, I am so horny, Bitch." We both fall into a deep kiss. His tongue found my tongue, battling tongue, he pressed my lips. These lips I was dreaming of to kiss and to bite! Never felt such a soft thin lips before! 

He unbuttoned my shirt and released the straps of my black lace bra and pulled it down from my shoulder. His hand cupped my breast and started playing with it. 

"Perfect breast babe, small firm and best nipples I've ever seen.". He sat face to front and I sat on my knees facing him. I was small girl remember and my body was flexible. I unzip his pants and pull it down to his knees. It revealed his hard pink cock pointed out to the air. His cock was thick and the length just perfect. 

"Beautiful, beautiful cock, shaved, so sexy." The head of his cock was pink, his shaft slightly darker skin, no hair around his cock and balls and neatly trimmed hair on his belly. This sexy guy was taking care of his tool very well. The most important was his cock was as hard as stone. I spit on my hand started massage his cock with both hands. He pinched my nipples and squeezed tenderly. It was only a moaning and groaning voice. 

"Come closer and take off your panties, babe," he asked me. I took off my panty and threw it. 

I bent over to suck the cock, his pink head shiny with his pre cum. I licked the head of his cock. His pre-cum tasted sweet. I took it into my mouth and suckled it gently just on the head of his cock, my both hands holding it tight following the rhythm of my mouth. 

"Oh, umm, baby, feels good, so fucking good." 

I love playing with cock and this beautiful cock was delightful. He finger fucked me from behind, reaching to my bare pussy and slipped another finger into my ass hole, I was being fucked in both holes.

We were giving each other pleasure. We were lost. I suck harder contracting my cheek muscles to suck his cock deep, deeper, to end of my throat. I gag but I did not stop. 

"Yes, suck me babe, feels so good. Come baby, sit on me." 

Easily he picked me up to his lap, lifted my skirt higher. I leaned my back to the front seat and spread my legs wider. He took his cock inside my pussy, pushed it slowly. I gripped the head rest behind me, gasping, "My God, oooohh!" 

He pushed deeper and moved his hips slowly, deeper, out slowly then bang it hard. He made me crazy. I moaned louder. 

"Ah you like it, naughty girl." 

"Ahh, yes, I love it." 

He kept that rhythm for a while. Then he let me take control. I sat on his cock. My flexible body did not find it difficult to move around. I took the head of his cock an inch inside my wet pussy, hold it there. He gasped then slid down along his shaft. His cock was growing bigger and harder filling inside me. My pussy muscle was around his thick cock. I fucked him, molested this sexy creature who's laid and surrendered his body to me. We were both screaming in ecstasy and totally forgot about everything.  

"Oh damn, baby, such a wet and tight pussy, it feels tight and warm and soo good". 

I kept moving my hips up and down and felt his cock go all the way to the full length. Wet so wet, I was lost in the jungle of pleasure. 

It was cold enough inside but we were both sweaty, felt so hot. He turned me around "Bend over, baby" it's my turn." 

I followed his instruction, and I spread my legs wider. His cock went inside parting the lips of my pussy. His cock filled my pussy. He started pushing as deep as it could go. It went to my end. 

He started pumping me, harder and faster. The car started rocking. I scream for the pain the pleasure at the same time. I did not care if anybody saw it. He moaned and held my hips with both his hands following his movement in and out. I felt nothing but ectasy, pain, pleasure, great, all over my head. 

"Fuck me hard! Kevin! Fuck me, naughty boy" I beg him. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow. Oh my God, this man's cock felt so good inside me. 

"This is your punishment for peeping at me, naughty girl."

"Oh yes, punished me, Oh damn baby! Oh I am close, babe, close to my cum."

"Yeah, then cum, cum, naughty girl" 

Three more hard bangs and I was cumming, shaking, electrifying from my head to my toes, My mind flew out to the heaven, reaching the peak of my pleasure mountain, dark, my pussy throbbing, felt so good I totally forgot about everything till I heard him say, "Oh, I am coming, babe, coming." 

His cock growing inside me felt hard. "Give me your cum babe, let me taste it." 

"Yes" He gave me more bang hard and fast! 

He pulled out his cock, and I turned around, placed my mouth under his cock while he was wanking his cock faster. His eyes closed tightly focusing on the pleasure inside him, and then exploded into my mouth. 

"Aahhhh, aah, yesss, ohhh, yes." I sucked it and the warm liquid filled my mouth, I swallowed it and kept sucking. 

He was trembling and his body stiff for a second. I did not stop sucking. I did not waste every drop of his cum. His eyes still closed and his hand still was holding his cock. "Oh baby my God best sex I ever had." Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at me, and I looked at his blue eyes. 

"Taste bitter sweet, and you cum loads!" 

He giggled and kissed me "I want to taste my cum too" and licked my lips. Then we rested. 

Still was quiet out there. For a few minutes we did not say a word, only the sound of our breath racing. Then we came back to the real world. We were both so messed up. Clothes were wrinkled and soaking wet. 

I leaned my head on his bare chest, "Kev?" 

"Ehmm" 

"You make my dream come true and that was the kinkiest sex I ever had."

"Yes it was great and the sexiest thing was you swallowed, Ayu" 

"I was right, you have a devil inside you" he smiled and we kissed. 

"C'mon put our clothes on." Then we got out from the car. His shaking hands held my hand back to the pub. My legs were trembling after sitting on top on him so long. But our faces were shiny and had big smiles. Our cheeks were pink of sex. 

We had two more drinks then decided to go home. I kissed him before we separated and whispered in his ear "I can't find my panties." 

He stared at me "You are not wearing underwear?" I shook my head, smiled and walked to my car. His eyes followed my steps. It was good to know that he would think about my bare wet pussy all night. He was sexy. 

"And so you are, Ayu," Kevin said to himself.



Tiny Bubbles



"Let's take this party outside, shall we?"

Who was I to argue with Carrie? Stuck in a Marriott for 5 days in the middle of a smallish Virginia town with nothing going on but business meetings was enough to make anyone crave some excitement. Our company always seemed to send us where no one else wanted to go. We never got to go to L.A. or Boston or anywhere there might actually be something to do. We grinned and bore it, making do with what we had until we soared up the corporate ladder to bigger and better assignments.

My name is Dave. Carrie, Sheryl and I were the newest sales team at the company. We always traveled together to give presentations to prospective clients. This particular trip had gone very well. The client liked what we had to say and on our last night we decided to celebrate with a drink or two at the hotel bar. Our mini-celebration was hitting its stride when Carrie made her suggestion. 

"Sounds good to me" I said. A nice soak in the outdoor hot tub with a couple of pretty ladies did sound like it would hit the spot.

Carrie was 34, had been with the company for 5 years and was engaged to a guy back home in Houston. She had long, wavy brown hair down to about mid-back, long legs, and was endowed rather generously, thank you. 

Sheryl was 28, single, and a bit on the reserved side. She didn't say much outside of the business environment but was pleasant and easy to work with. Her build was smaller than Carrie's: a lean, lanky frame, pretty face, and shoulder length black hair.

"Let's get changed and meet in the tub!" Carrie said, polishing off her margarita. We signed for the drinks and headed back to our respective rooms.

I changed into my bathing suit and was the first one back to the hot tub. I hit the button for the jet streams and stepped in as they started to flow. My bathing suit bubbled up with air as it always does upon entering a jacuzzi. I relaxed and positioned myself so a stream pulsed against my lower back. "Aaaaa...does this feel good" I thought, the warmth of the hot bath lulling me into a mild, relaxed trance.

About a minute later Carrie appeared wearing one of the white hotel bathrobes. "How's the water?" she asked. 

"Ohhhh, it's good." I said on a deep exhale. I casually eyed my co-worker, just a bit curious as to what might be underneath the terry cloth. I shifted so the jet stream hit a little lower on my back, flowing just a little into my bathing suit. 

"Especially after a couple of margaritas, huh?" she said with a smile as her hands reached for the tie on her robe. 

"Absolutely." I replied flatly. The tie came undone and she slipped the robe off her shoulders. There Carrie stood in a snug fitting two piece as she tugged upward at the sides of the bottom half. She stepped into the hot water one foot at a time.

"Brrrr...it's cold before you get inside!" she said, crossing her arms and shivering a little. This was the first time I had seen Carrie with so little on and I was enjoying the slight thoroughly. Her breasts were large and well proportioned, her stomach was nice and flat, and as she turned to lower herself in the tub I got a nice look at her rear end, displayed prettily by her not-so-subtle bikini bottom.

She sat on the top stair level so that the water came up to her mid-section, "Oh, those jets feel nice!" she said. Her arms stretched outside of the tub, resting on the concrete as she leaned her head back and exhaled deeply. "Feels so nice after all our hard work, doesn't it?" She looked at me.

Little did she know how nice it felt for me right about then. I had always noticed that she was an attractive woman of course, but until then I hadn't really thought of her in a straightforwardly sexual manner. Maybe because she was engaged I hadn't allowed my thoughts free reign with her, but right then I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes off her breasts. I wondered if she was aware of that, or if she would be offended in any way. Knowing her, I didn't think it'd be much of a problem. The water began to feel extra smooth over my body. I shifted around a bit and let the jet stream hit me where ever it might go, over my upper thighs, buttocks, through my suit against my ass. I began to feel a bit of a stirring sensation in my loins, not knowing if it was the jets, Carrie's body, or both that were doing that job.

"Do you do the hot tub often?" I asked her.

"Not really. They have one at my gym but I feel weird in there with a bunch of strangers. I think hot tubs should only be for friends and lovers." She chuckled and I followed suit.

"Well, I feel honored then. I didn't realize a hot tub with Carrie Simpson was such a hot ticket."

This drew a bigger laugh. "Oh, Dave..You're more than qualified, my dear...more than qualified."

I was relishing in the warmth of the tub and the conversation, trying to think how to respond when Sheryl appeared, wearing a hotel robe identical to Carrie's.

"Hey guys." she said in her usual understated manner.

"Hey, Sheryl!" we responded. 

She silently removed her robe while Carrie and I observed. Sheryl was a pretty girl. She had on a black bikini which fit loosely around her small breasts. I glanced down at her slight body. She was nicely tanned and had a small tattoo on her right hip. Maybe this quiet girl had a bit of a frisky side after all, I thought.

"Sorry I took so long. I had already packed my bathing suit. Took me a while to dig it out."

"You could've just come in naked." Carrie joked. "Nobody would've minded!" 

Sheryl flashed a rare smile but didn't say anything. She sank into the tub a few feet to my left. Carrie sat directly opposite from me, continuing to prominently display her well formed physique.

We spent the next 20 minutes or so engaged mostly in small talk about business, families, life in general. We never really got much time to chit-chat so it was nice. At one point Carrie got out to get us three more margaritas. I stole another glance at her tail as she got out of the tub. It had what I would call a sexy little bounce to it, and it inspired me to maintain my semi-erect state, conveniently aided by the friendly jet streams pulsing against my back and butt. I wondered if the girls might be enjoying the jets as well. Carrie returned with the drinks and leaned forward to place them on the concrete outside the tub. I couldn't help but admire that view even more.

I felt myself getting a little bit harder and hoped I wouldn't have to get out of the water for anything. We continued drinking and talking. Sheryl had her eyes closed and was arching her back as the jets hit her. My mind was drifting more and more toward sex the longer we stayed in there. I wondered if the girls might be having similar thoughts, seeing as none of us had had any sex for at least a week and had been working very hard. Realizing the cloud-like cover of the jets prevented anyone from seeing underneath, I had begun to play with myself a little, pressing and rubbing myself through my suit. My eyes drifted from Carrie's breasts to the pleased look on Sheryl's face as she enjoyed the steamy water. My erection grew until it reached fruition. 

What the hell, I thought, no one can see anything. I kept an eye on Carrie's heaving breasts, trying to make out the outline of her nipples underneath the top, picturing myself kissing and fondling them, cupping and squeezing them, sliding my erect member between them. I tried to smile and maintain conversation and look away a bit so as not to be too obvious. Carrie was jutting her breasts out fully, so if she noticed my stares she didn't seem to mind.

"Would you guys mind if I took my top off?" The voice was Sheryl's, not Carrie's. I was momentarily shaken out of my Carrie fantasy. We both looked at Sheryl. 

"I just don't feel right in a tub with clothes on. If you guys would be uncomfortable I don't have-"

"No, no, go right ahead." I instinctively urged. Carrie echoed, "It's fine with me, Sheryl. Live it up!"

"Thanks." Sheryl said. She was submerged up to her neck in the tub so we couldn't see anything when she removed her top, only her reaching behind herself, pausing a moment, then dropping the garment outside the tub. I looked back at Carrie who actually seemed a little embarrassed, to my surprise. Seems her extroverted nature covered a somewhat shy interior. Sheryl went right back to closing her eyes and enjoying the water.

"Man, these jet streams sure feel good." I said, to move the conversation along. 

"Oh yeah, they do!" Carrie said. "Feels great." She arched her back, giving her nipples the most advantageous display so far.

"Mm,hmm." Sheryl murmured, a smile crossing her lips. A moment of brief silence passed.

"I have an idea." I said. "Does anyone want to play truth or dare?"

The girls looked at each other than at me. Carrie smiled inquisitively. "Truth or dare?" she said. "Someone's had a few margaritas, huh?" She laughed a semi-nervous laugh.

"Sure, I'll play." Sheryl responded quietly. I was getting the feeling that Sheryl was someone who really liked to get her freak on.

"How 'bout it Carrie?" I coaxed. "C'mon, we spend a lot of time together but there's so much we don't know about each other. It'll be fun."

"OK, that's fine." she said defensively. "I'm not afraid, let's do it......So, who goes first?"

"Dave does." Sheryl answered quickly. "It was his idea." She sat up so the water level was just above her breasts. I tried briefly to make out her nipples under the water, but to no avail.

"OK, I'll go. Carrie, truth or dare?"

"Um...truth I guess." She was hesitant yet seemed to have an air of nervous excitement. She brought her arms into the tub and sunk down lower, awaiting the next move.

I thought for a moment. "OK. Carrie, how old were you when you had your first kiss?"

"My first kiss? Oh, God why did I agree to this?" She laughed aloud, and took a moment to respond. "OK, my first kiss was with Jimmy Taylor in the eighth grade so I must've been about 13 or 14. He was always looking at me during class and one day he asked me out on a date. My parents wouldn't let me date then but I wasn't going to miss out on this. I told my Mom I was going to study at a friend's house and me and Jimmy walked to the mall. I was praying I didn't see anyone who would tell my parents. On the way home, Jimmy stopped us a few blocks from my house and told me he really liked me. I was so excited! Then he said he wanted to kiss me which I let him do. We kissed for a looong time, probably 2 or 3 minutes. In a daze, I said goodbye to him and walked home. That was my first kiss."

"Awww, how sweet!" Sheryl smiled. "Just like the movies. So what else did you guys do back then, after that?"

"Hey, just one question per turn, isn't that how it works?" Carrie protested, giggling.

"All right, all right. Just curious is all." Sheryl said. "Your turn, Carrie."

"Ahhhh, goood." she said in a devilish tone. She looked back and forth at both of us before deciding. "Sheryl, truth or dare?"

Sheryl shifted her body so she faced Carrie. In doing so her right breast peeked out over the water for a split second. I caught a quick glimpse of a rigid, dark nipple peering out into the cool air. "Truth" she said.

"OK, tell me about YOUR first kiss."

"The same question? That's not very creative."

"Well hey, I'm new at this!...Anyway, I want to know. I told you my story."

"Well, mine's not quite that sweet. My first kiss was actually with a girlfriend of mine, Kaylie. We were in high school at the time. Neither one of us really dated much so we were pretty curious about what it would be like to kiss a boy. One day after school I was at her house and we were talking about sex and boys and stuff like that. She had a magazine and I was laying on her couch feeling kind of, well, excited...so-"

"Wait, she had a magazine?" Carrie interrupted. "What kind of magazine?"

"Well, I don't remember which one, but it was rather suggestive if you know what I mean." She smiled.

"Ahhh, I see. So who was looking at it, you or her?" Carrie asked, obviously intrigued.

"We both were. We were passing it back and forth, looking at it."

"Uh, huh. Wait, was it men or women in this magazine?"

"It was both. It had some of everything. Anyway I was looking at it and laying there and, well, I asked Kaylie to come over, which she did. I knew neither of us had kissed anyone before so I asked her if she wanted to try kissing, to see what it felt like."

Carrie was quite curious. "You hadn't kissed anyone yet?"

"No." Sheryl said. "I was pretty skinny and had glasses so I didn't get asked out much."

"Oh. Was Kaylie skinny too?"

"No, she was pretty. She had blonde hair and was bigger up here than me." Sheryl cupped her breasts under the water, indicating where she meant. "So Kaylie said OK and she leaned down to kiss me. We started kissing and experimenting with our mouths, exploring a little bit. It was really cool. She was a good kisser, I could tell even then."

"Did anything else happen right then?" Carrie pressed.

"Well...after a while we put our arms around each other and started--Hey, wait! I thought it was one question per turn, Carrie. No fair!"

To say I was rock hard at this point would be a major understatement. 

"Oh, I know, I know!" Carrie said. "Couldn't help myself. This is too fun!" We all laughed. "All right, I guess I'll let you go now Sheryl." Her voice was tinged with mock deference.

"OK, big guy, it's your turn. Truth or dare?"

Words were hard to come by for me right then so I opted for some action. "Dare." I said.

"Ooooo, OK." She took a long moment, looking back and forth at Carrie and I. "All right, Dave...I dare you to take off Carrie's top for her."

"WHAT??" Carrie almost choked on the words. "No way! That's not fair." But her tone was playful enough to make us think she could be convinced.

"Come on Carrie, that's the way the game works." Sheryl said in her most prodding manner. "Besides, the water feels better that way."

Carrie laughed in near disbelief but the excitement was still written on her face. "Now, wait...It...." She couldn't seem to get out the thought and soon gave up trying. "OK," she conceded, "but I'm getting under the water for this."

"No, it's no fun that way!" Sheryl protested.

"But you-"

Before she could finish, Sheryl read her thoughts. "OK, I'll sit up if you stay where you are."

Carrie hesitated. "OK. My God I can't believe I'm doing this." she muttered to herself. "You first!" she demanded.

Without a word, Sheryl hoisted herself onto the top step so that only her lower rib cage and downward was submerged. Her breasts were cute with the aforementioned pert little dark nipples protruding about an inch. "Brrrr, it's cold!" Goose bumps began forming on her wet skin. I looked at her with a smile. "OK, Dave, get to it." she said.

I slid over to Carrie under the water, not wanting my hard-on to be too egregiously evident. "OK, hon, I have my orders." 

She exhaled in mock disgust and turned her back to me. "At least it's not a front clasp." she said, pulling her hair up to give me access. I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the sides. I could feel her breasts fall and settle into position as the clasp released. She lowered her arms allowing me to reach to her shoulders and push the thin straps aside. The weight of her breasts still supported the garment so I reached underneath her armpits grabbing the straps on either side and tugged gently downward, letting it fall into the water. I could now make out just the side of her left breast as it dangled freely in the night air. Sheryl had a much better view and stared with a pleased, curious look on her face. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" 

"Oh, yes, Sheryl. Thank you very much." she said with accusatory humor. She turned back against the side of the tub leaving me a clearer view as I shuffled back to my area. Her golden orbs hung gloriously just above the water line like two heavy teardrops, jiggling just a little with each subtle movement she made. Large, puffy brown nipples capped the heavy mounds of flesh. 

"Don't stare too hard, Dave. You might hurt your eyes." Sheryl taunted, knowing exactly where my gaze was fixed. I looked back at her, my eyes instinctively lowering, admiring her contrastingly petite glands.

"Hey, it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it." I mused, not really knowing what to say. 

Carrie took a second to mentally accept her new state of undress and then spoke. "All right, now Dave's the only one not exposed. Not fair!"

"I agree." Sheryl concurred. 

"Well hey, I haven't been asked and now it's my turn. Looks like you'll have to wait." I teased. 

"Hey buddy, when two half naked girls ask you to strip, it would be a wise move to go along with it." Sheryl encouraged firmly. 

Given my state of arousal I wasn't sure if exposing myself was wise right then, and I told them so. "Um...I'm a little...uh...preoccupied down below at the moment. I don't know if now's a good time."

They both just laughed. "Ah, you say that like it's a bad thing, Dave. Come on we wanna see!" Carrie wanted a measure of revenge. Might as well go along, I thought.

I stood in the tub and pulled my suit down over my hard member, stepped out of it and tossed it toward Carrie. I was sporting a full erection which the girls were quick to take note of. Big smiles crossed both their faces.

"Well, someone's enjoying themselves, aren't they, Carrie?" Sheryl remarked. I found the girls ogling to be quite a turn on and I stood tall, allowing them a nice, long look. 

"I'll say!" Carrie replied. "Is it something we did, Dave?" They laughed. Any fears of them being offended quickly vanished and I now felt more comfortable examining their attributes. 

"Those might have something to do with it." I said, looking straight at Carrie's breasts. "And those, too." making manual reference to Sheryl's. I sunk back down into the water, warm and soothing against my naked skin.

"Well now we're getting somewhere. Glad we could help, Dave." Carrie said with a wink.

"I believe it's my turn, correct?" I asked rhetorically. "Let's see....Carrie, truth or dare?

"Oh, me again, huh? I'll say....truth."

"OK, let's see...." I thought for a moment. "When was the last time you masturbated?"

She inhaled sharply. "Dave, such a naughty question! This is getting a little personal, no?"

"Well, we're away from home for a week with no real chance of physical contact, I was just wondering if you, uh, took care of yourself or not."

"C'mon Car, you chose truth." Sheryl chimed in. "Gotta answer the question." 

"Oh, you guys! OK, the last time I masturbated was...this morning right after I got out of the shower. I was drying myself off and got to feeling some skin and, well...I had to lay down on the bed for a few minutes. Hey, like you said, no physical contact for a week, a girl has needs you know."

"Hey, no argument here." Sheryl said. 

"OK, Dave, I think that hard-on is going straight to your brain, dirty boy!" Carrie snapped. "There's your answer and now it's my turn....Dave, truth or dare?"

I was afraid what she might make me do so I thought I'd rather talk instead. "Truth."

"Hmmmm.." she rubbed her hands together mischievously. "OK...have you ever had a sexual fantasy about Sheryl before?"

Sheryl turned toward me and subtly pushed her chest out a couple of inches, waiting for my response. I thought my hard-on pretty much answered that question but I guess Carrie wanted to hear me say it. 

I looked right into Sheryl's eyes. "Yes, I have. I've fantasized about both of you actually. We spend a lot of time together, so I think it's perfectly natural, don't you?"

Carrie seemed surprised by my blunt response but Sheryl was right there with me. "I think so too, Dave. Perfectly natural." She moved about a foot closer to me and leaned back on her elbows, accentuating the rounded contour of her perky breasts. Carrie just smiled at me as I stole a glance at her weighty orbs again, so full and rich hanging just over the bubbling water. We sat a moment in silence, enjoying the heated mood that was gradually sinking in.




Tiny Bubbles



Lilah was the last person Adam expected to see on a Waikiki beach and wrapped in a sarong. 

When last he'd seen her she was in office casual and joking that it would probably look suspicious that they both had the same vacation time. 

"Oh, Lovah," she'd whispered, "it would be fun to really give them something to talk about. Still, you'd better take lots of pictures with SSS to prove it wasn't a little getaway for us instead."

***

SSS. Silly, Silly Stacy. Adam's wife. The nickname bestowed upon her by Lilah when he'd mentioned over lunch that Stacy wasn't the most passionate woman alive. The lunch took place a few weeks after Lilah had started at the company and, while he found her very attractive, he was a very loyal husband. Nobody was more surprised than Adam when the conversation took several left turns and he shared his disappointment with his sex life with the attractive brunette across the table from him. 

"That's silly. If you were mine I don't think I could ever get enough," Lilah said, running her finger along the edge of the salad plate, and then licking the ranch dressing off the tip. There was something about the way she did it... "You should tell Silly, Silly Stacy that if she doesn't appreciate what she has at home, others will."

"Are you flirting with me?" he said, with a wink. Better to confront it head on, and flirt back a little. She was pretty hot, and as long as they were solid that they'd never act on it, why not?

Suddenly Lilah looked confused and more innocent than her twenty-six years should allow. "No, of course not!"

Adam smelled trouble until he saw the laughter lurking behind her mischievous blue-green eyes. "Good...my marriage might not be able to withstand the temptation."

That first lunch set the pattern. The casual flirtation became more intense, and it was hard to say when it became something more. They fell into a masochistic game of tempting one another. Masochistic because it was actually a form of self-torture to almost continually be that aroused and not act on it. They shared suggestive email exchanges daily-- at least as suggestive as the office spy-software would safely allow. The game was to say something outrageously hot, couched in euphemism, and surreptitiously watch across the office as the other person opened and read the message. Adam began to factor into his day the time he spent in the restroom relieving tension after a particularly good email exchange. Once in a while he would meet Lilah along the way, clearly with the same idea in mind, and she would say in a poorly-executed British accent, "Good show, Adam! Good show, indeed."

Adam soon realized he had a problem. He was quite possibly in love with Lilah. They'd never kissed, rarely got to spend time together, he still loved his wife... and yet he couldn't get enough of the sexually-charged brunette woman. Public sympathies would surely not have been with him if he told anyone that he would have only flirted with her so much, or not at all, had he known the consequences.

Or would they? Lilah quite early on made it clear she liked the girls as much as the boys. He'd never known a lady who could get as aroused by an attractive woman as he could. Not outside of Penthouse letters, and certainly not someone as sexy as Lilah. She was so casual about (and unashamed of) her proclivities that it was like girl-watching with a best friend-- a best friend that you desperately wanted to lean over the nearest desk and bang. It was impossible to imagine that people wouldn't see the draw. "Yes, Adam, we can't blame you... The woman was unconscionably hot. You're forgiven your adulterous thoughts!" Surely not.

Then there were the stockings. Oh, God, the stockings! It wasn't long into their friendship before he mentioned his love of attractive women in what he considered to be appropriate legwear. She asked him to elaborate and he did, while she listened on with a Mona Lisa smile. The next week she began to wear them, often needing to straighten a seam while in his immediate vicinity. The first time she executed this little maneuver, by the time she got back to her desk she had an email waiting that contained nothing but an ASCII approximation of a growl. He saw her grin and quickly start typing, and he waited for a response.

Why the growl, Lovah? Were you thinking of Katie as well? She sure looks hot today! I would love for her to kneel between these nylon-clad legs-- you did notice the stockings, right?-- and be a good little kitty licker!

And so began yet another trip to the bathroom.

The first time she saw the picture of Stacy on his desk she gave a mischievous smile, running a finger across the glass covering the image. 

"Stacy is cuuute. And redheads are my favorite flavor," she pronounced. This was early on in the relationship, but already he stiffened, knowing exactly what she meant. "Does Stacy like to play with other girls?"

Ahem. "There was a time, before we got married, that I thought she might, but now she seems to have dropped that idea."

"Ah, do you wish she would?"

A roll of the eyes heavenward was Adam's only response.

"Stacy really is a silly, silly girl," Lilah said, moving a little closer than she ought in an office environment. "She has a sexy husband like you who wants to see her have fun with another girl, and she can't even be a Good Little Pussy Licker."

There was no doubt that Lilah liked variations on the phrase "Good Little Pussy Licker." Not that he minded. She was also fond of doing a credible job of playing the innocent, which he found even hotter because he knew better.

In the beginning he wondered why they never took the next logical step, but he had the sneaking suspicion that doing so would be the end of his marriage. People at the office were already talking, and making not-so-subtle remarks. If they were actually together he was sure they wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. At this point he had plausible deniability. He also knew that if she asked him he'd be unable to say no. But she never did quite ask. When it seemed like she might she'd end her sentence with, "But, no, your marriage doesn't need the temptation." 

His sex life with Stacy got a little more interesting. He was attracted to her, always had been, but most of his new interest in her was fueled by fantasies of her being Lilah's little plaything. This wasn't helped by Lilah suggesting that his cock was really hers now, and she was just tolerating him sticking it in Stacy. He suspected this was true. 

He still retained the upper hand, though: as outspoken as Lilah was, he believed her to be absolutely sincere when she said she loved strong men. He knew this because if he focused enough on the topic of her being bad and needing a spanking, she was the one who needed a restroom break. He found out early that she seemed to really like when he occasionally disagreed with her and refused to back down. 

One of the topics they disagreed on was hypnosis. She was a lifetime fan of the concept, and believed from minor experimentation that she was good at it. He thought it was hooey. "People only do what they want to do."

"Maybe, but I can make them want to do whatever I wish."

She looked so adorable as she said this that he had to fight the urge to suggest they leave work and drive immediately to the nearest hotel/motel. 

"So, is that why I'm so crazy about you?" he asked.

She gave a laugh "Ah, Lovah, no-- you wanted me from the start, and I wanted you. Hypnosis unneeded."

"So what are we waiting for?" he asked, the silliness of it all seeming suddenly overwhelming.

"Odd that you should ask. The time that we can finally be together is the time that you'll admit hypnosis is real. You'll admit this because your wife will be giving me a tongue bath and releasing you from your marriage vows."

Adam tried not to laugh too hard at the absurdity of her claim, knowing it was just another one of her ways to plant a sexy idea in his head. It worked, too, joining all the other Lilah-inspired fantasies taking up room in his head. If she had a hypno-fantasy, he guessed he'd have one too. 

Adam had trouble being angry at her games and manipulations. He never saw her flirt with anyone else, not in any real way. If anything, she seemed incredibly devoted to him, and underneath the quips there seemed to be sincere feelings. When they finally expressed their love, in a late night computer conversation, it was almost redundant. It was obvious they were in love, and in a relationship that was both pulse-pounding hot, and completely platonic, if cock inserted in pussy was the criteria. It was understood that it was only kept platonic by a mutual agreement held together by a thin and frayed thread. It was also understood that if they got together they'd fuck until they passed out, and then upon regaining consciousness, fuck some more. 

There was a time when Adam had tried to break off their relationship; it was the smart thing to do. He told Lilah, and on the surface she had seemed to take it well, seeming to understand, but he soon found out she'd left for the day, and he heard gossip about her eyes looking like she'd been crying. He felt horrible. His resolve to just be co-workers, friends at the most, didn't last long. Even in casual conversations it was too easy to fall back into the old routines and, as long as they saw one another at all, the temptation was too great. It was also clear from Lilah's continued hosiery wear that, while she'd accepted his decision, she wasn't going to make it easy. 

It was less than a month before they were back to the same routine.

The first time Stacy and Lilah met, at the holiday party, it was decidedly odd. For one thing, his conservative wife looked hot, and was wearing stockings as a treat for him. The other thing was that Lilah, who definitely knew how to dress to impress and arouse, was dressed rather plainly. Underneath it all she was the same, looking at him and licking her lips with a glance toward Stacy at the first opportunity. Even though he knew the sky would rain locusts before his wife would consent to be with Lilah, he found it very erotic to have the two women so close, and knowing one of them would be more than willing. 

The party, fantasies racing through his brain aside, went without a hitch and without his wife slapping Lilah and calling her a whore. Luckily none of his drunken co-workers had enlightened Stacy as to office rumors. There was also no tongue bath. Lilah did make sure that he was aware that, drab dress aside, she was wearing hose with miniature candy canes around the tops. He was a little nervous when his two women seemed to be having an intense conversation in the corner, with Lilah pretty obviously hitting on his wife. When Lilah feigned drunken light-headedness and rested her head in Stacy's lap, giving him a lascivious wink, Adam almost took the opportunity to head to the rest room, but if he stood up the executive he was having martinis with would surely notice the huge tent in his trousers. And, no offense to said executive, Adam just didn't think of him that way, and moreover didn't want him to think so either. 

On the drive home he asked Stacy how she'd liked the party, and she responded in a tipsy little girl voice that it was nice. "The dress was a hit. Some of your co-workers were checking me out. In fact..." she trailed off with a giggle.

"In fact...?" he prompted. 

"I think that Lily girl was flirting with me."

"Lily? Oh, do you mean Lilah?" he asked, trying to sound casual. "Really? It wouldn't surprise me...you looked hot."

She giggled again. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? The thought of two women together, and you men get ridiculous. Yes, I could tell she was flirting."

"I'm sure she was, dear."

Stacy slipped a hand into his lap, very nearly causing him to swerve off the road. "It was nice. Not that I would...not that I could...but get home soon because I'm pretty turned on!"

They had a better night than they'd had in a good long while, and he'd be liar if he said he didn't enjoy it... especially when she teasingly mentioned that she wished "Lily" were there. "Really?" he'd inquired.

She had moaned a "yes" at that (and at the shafting he was giving her). "When she had her head in my lap, I was getting wet at the thought of her face so close to... you know..."

"Did you want her to eat you out?"

"Unh hnngh..." she assented.

"Would you do the same to her?" he asked, thrusting her hard. "Did you want to lick her pussy, too?"

"I... I think so," was her shy answer, the little girl voice back again, and her hips thrust up to meet his rhythm.

Yes, definitely a better night than usual. 

His wife was back to normal the next day, if a little embarrassed, at her momentary interest in sapphic pleasures. He had to smile at Lilah's seductive abilities extending to the whole family, but also had to believe the wine Stacy had sipped while talking to the sexy brunette had more to do with the matter. He also had to admit that the women looked great next to one another. In lap or otherwise.

***

Back at the office things were deliciously normal. One day, after a heated email exchange, Lilah came over to visit after a trip to the ladies room. "Adam, you have something on your lip!" she said, running her finger under his nose, and leaving the distinctive scent of aroused femininity on his upper lip. Her eyes sparkled in amusement and lust. "Well, you do now." All he could do was breathe in deeply, fighting the urge to lick his lip right then and there. He grinned at her utter depravity and took another break of his own. 

When he told Lilah he was taking Stacy to Hawaii, she'd just smiled and asked when. A few days later she mentioned that she also had those dates off, and what a funny coincidence that was. "Without us here, they might as well close down the place," she quipped. He thought it odd that she hadn't mentioned having those same dates off before, but did it really matter?

"I'll miss you, doll," he said. "I'd prefer to take you."

"You can always sacrifice Stacy to a volcano!" she suggested. Lilah could sometimes be a little bitchy in regard to his wife-- it'd used to take him aback, but as time went on he noted that he was secretly a bit flattered when she let her jealousy show. 

When he asked what she had planned for her time off she had merely said she had a few things to put in order, and refused to elaborate. 

***

Whatever he'd imagined her doing, it didn't involve her showing up on his vacation. But here she was, approaching them and acting like she was surprised and pleased to see them there. Adam did his best not to stare, although he had many reasons to do just that-- including the fact that whole new body parts were exposed to his gaze in a manner quite unlike the standard office garb.

At first Stacy looked annoyed, even suspicious-- and with good reason!-- but she relaxed when it was clear that Lilah didn't plan to stay long. Soon the two women were gossiping and talking about the sights. If Adam hadn't known better he'd think he was utterly forgotten. 

After several minutes, Lilah shyly asked them to join her for dinner-- her treat-- and he heard his wife accepting, though he could tell from her tone of voice this was out of politeness and nothing more. 

His brows furrowed as he contemplated this and barely restrained himself from mouthing What the fuck are you doing? at Lilah, but Stacy was turning to him just then for confirmation and he needed to play it cool. "Sure, hopefully we'll have time. We have a lot of activities planned."

Stacy had not missed his look at Lilah, though perhaps she'd misinterpreted it as ogling. The other woman's bikini briefs were quite... brief. "Yes, well, we'll let you know."

Lilah wholly understood the exchange, and smiled demurely to defuse it. "Oh, don't trouble yourselves about it, I know you're on vacation. I'll just leave you my number. I'm staying at the Four Seasons, room 581. It's not much, but it does have an ocean view. Give me a call or a visit and we'll set a date."

"Sure we will," Adam muttered, and they made their goodbyes. He couldn't stop himself from glancing back, as he caught Stacy's hand and walked away. Lilah looked on, smirking, with an arched eyebrow. Sweetness dropped along with the shyness, her eyes filled with promise. He narrowed his eyes at her and looked away.

***

Adam knocked on the door of room 581. The sounds of the television muted, and he heard rapidly approaching footsteps. The eyehole darkened for an instant, and he restrained the absurd urge to look back through it. Before he could even decide, the door threw itself wide and the quirky smile of Lilah filled his sight.

"Hi," she said cheerfully. "Come on in."

He entered her suite. "Ocean view" appeared to be a misnomer, as the only way he could imagine you would see the deep blue would be by standing to the left of the television and craning your neck toward the bathroom window. Still, it was bright, airy and smelled of flowers. And of freshly bathed girl He watched her move across the room, and the light shining in from the lanai made it apparent that the sheer white cotton robe she had on concealed somewhat less cottony undergarments beneath. He shuddered as he realized that the satiny prizes below were dedicated to his preferences... the straps of the suspender belt were apparent, as were the sheer nude nylons. The impractically high-heeled slippers, refugees from a Victoria's Secret catalog, made her walk from the door to the sitting room entrance a thing of astounding beauty.

"How do you like the room? It's a bit small, I know, but it was so expensive to upgrade. If I want to see the real ocean I can put on a bikini and walk the beach, you know?"

He stared very pointedly at her outfit. "How did you know I was coming?"

"I didn't. I hoped you would, but hope is just a fantasy you think may actually come true. Isn't that what you wrote?" He had. A long time ago, and she had remembered. God, this woman... "So I made sure I was ready for the fantasy at all times. Lord knows what the room service guy thought. You like?" She used her arms to indicate her whole draped body with all the over-exuberance of a game show hostess.

"I don't need to answer that. You know damned well what effect... that... has on me." And could doubtless see it was true; his shorts did not conceal much.

"I confess I might suspect a little." Now she was looking directly at his crotch. Did her eyes cross, slightly? "Well, a lot."

"I know. Listen, I don't have time to flirt shamelessly with you for an hour, as hot as that might be. I told Stacy I'd go out to pick up her contact lens solution, and this place happens to be on the way." Well, okay, so it was significantly out of the way. This was hardly the time to quibble. "We need to talk."

"Oh?" She looked amused.

"Look, I'm serious. I don't know what you're playing at, coming here on our vacation and messing around with my head, but I want you to stop it. Stacy is still my wife, no matter how much I love--" Dammit. He didn't need to get into this right now. "No matter what you and I feel about each other. Maybe some day that will change, I don't know, but right now I need you to not ruin this vacation for her."

"For her?"

"I could care less about Hawaii, you know that. I wanted to go to Vegas. But she loves it. She's been singing that Don Ho song so much I could fucking shoot myself."

Lilah laughed at that, and Adam admired the effect that it had on the view. Lilah was the kind of girl who laughed all the way down. He'd never realized that a woman's thighs bounced quite that way when she laughed. He wondered what laughing did to the shape of her ass..

She noticed his regard and struck a pose, tipping forward in her slippers. His throat made a noise which was either a purr or a precursor to a bite; even Adam was not sure which. "Well, here, let me tell you something." She walked forward and placed a single finger on his chest. "This is my vacation, too, darling, and I don't give a rat's ass about her or what she wants. She treats you like a hired hand, sending you out on errands like this, and--"




Tiny Bubbles



"They're not errands. I am doing her a favor."

"You don't even want to be here, you said it yourself."

"I... this isn't about that."

"We've had this conversation before, though, although then it was her kitchen tile instead of your swimming pool. And her grand piano instead of your home theater. And she doesn't..." She stepped forward into his personal space, her breath rustling his hair. "...even..." Now her hand dropped to his waist, the only thing keeping her from being on top of him. "...give back what you most desire." She looked down then back up at him, waiting for her cue to drop her hand lower.

It hurt to answer. "She does, just not as often as..."

"Lovah," she interrupted, "I'm not here to make this a good vacation for her. This is my vacation and I'm going to enjoy myself. With or without her involvement."

"Enough," came his voice, deepening with a mixture of lust and anger. "You will do as I ask because it's what I want. No other reason. No more arguments. Do you understand me?"

Her nostrils flared, though anger didn't seem to be the cause. Her breathing intensified, in fact. This was not in the plan...

"Yes, Adam, I understand. I won't ruin this vacation for her. But I'm not doing this for her, I'm doing this for you. Because I will always give you what you want." Her nipples were busily making the subtext of her comment perfectly clear.

He pretended to misunderstand. Unsuccessfully. "Huh. I don't know if I believe you."

"Dearest, don't you trust me?" A nervous giggle, betrayed by eyes wide with potential hurt. 

"No. Yes. Probably." He sighed. "I don't even know if I trust myself."

"I would never hurt you, you know that."

"I do. But your idea of my best interests might not coincide with my own."

"That's for sure."

"Promise me."

"Promise you what? That I'll refrain from wearing naughty garments that would put SSS on her guard?" She indicated the ill-concealed lingerie beneath her robe. He barely heard the rest... 

"That I'll keep from sliding my hand under the table and massaging your cock? That I won't finger myself while I'm sitting across from you, in between requests that you pass the salt?" She grinned. "I promise. Well, all except the last one. That might be fun."

"The... the last one, too. Be good."

"Well, okay, the last one, too. Although I can't be good. I will act good, though. Scout's honor."

"You were never a scout. And that's the wrong number of fingers, anyway."

"Really? I had no idea. In my days doing Girl Scouts, that's how many fingers they used on me." She looked at the body parts in question, then spread the middle and forefinger and slid them down her belly. Slowly, destination obvious.

Adam watched, fascinated, and reflected on the fact that this was the only time they'd been truly alone together since a car ride from the restaurant to work before the flirting had actually begun in earnest. This was by design, of course, since he knew his hormones could be counted on to override things like logic, honor, and even commitment. And having forgotten that caution this one time, in an effort to get Lilah to play nice, he now knew himself to be in trouble. 

He wanted to leave, but was incapable of doing so once her hand parted the folds of the cotton overlayer and plunged into her panties.

In delicious agony he watched her pointer and ring fingers each exit through a leg-hole of the tiny garment, and the conspicuous absence of the digit between them made it evident where the missing one had ended up. The way she licked her lips and rolled her eyes upward made it impossible to deny, even had he wanted to. "Mmmmm..." she moaned, reopening her eyes and looking straight into his. "Sorry, was thinking about my Girl Scout. Well, she was actually my cousin, too, but let's not be... unngh... too pedantic. Besides, I'm sure you don't want the details about how we would..." she breathed, "...eat each other out in the attic when we stayed together at my uncle's cottage. Surely you don't--"

Adam didn't know when or how he'd wrapped his arms around her, but it wasn't until he silenced her filthy lips with his own that he realized he was pressed up against her. He could feel her moan into his mouth, a release of months of pent-up desire for him, and she softened against the wall, snaking her hand around his waist. She tried to join it with her busy hand, but the second she removed it from her soaked panties he took hold of her wrist and jammed it right back in. "No," he growled. "You keep fucking yourself." She pulled back her face from his to examine his eyes. "It's what I want."

She smiled into his lips again, melting at that. Let there never be a doubt she was eager to please, and this certainly was a method of pleasing which did not cause her undue distress. He cupped her breast through the robe as he invaded her mouth with his tongue, panting between kisses. His other hand fell to her ass, cupping it. Every second he would feel her pulse her finger in and out of her opening, sometimes so deep that her exterior fingers would touch his hand. He pressed his aching cock against her thighs... so near to her hand, so near to her pussy... and her strokes continued until she cried, "Adam!" into his ear in an eager, high-pitched climax.

What now? he thought. His hands and arms were ahead of the game, however, as they picked her up and ungently tossed her to the bed. 

He was about to follow when his cell phone rang, snapping him out of his lust-driven motions.

Adam stared down at his phone, breathing heavily, as the third ring came and went. It was Stacy, of course.

What he had done and what he'd been about to do now hit him in the groin like ice water. He hit the answer button somewhere in the middle of the fourth ring as Lilah looked on in frustration.

"Yeah, sweets, what's up?"

"Can you pick up some of my lotion, too? I'm all out, and it's doubling as my sunscreen. And I really don't want to have to wear a lot at the beach, wouldn't you agree?" She giggled, but it only made him feel like a heel. Rightfully so, he thought.

"Sure. What was it called, again?" 

As Stacy gave him the details, Lilah looked at him and began to lick her fingers off like a preening cat, suppressing moans but not failing to wink at him. He turned around in order to avoid her distractive influence.

"Okay, I'll make sure I pick that up, too. Or call you if they don't have it...I will...I love you, too." He ended the call.

"I love you, too," Lilah echoed into his ear as he set down the phone. He almost turned at the smell of her shampoo and perfume and conditioner and whatever else she was wearing that wrapped up together spelled "woman", but resolutely stepped away. He knew if he looked at her and saw the sincerity-- not mockery, surely not mockery-- in her face that he would lose himself in those eyes.

"I have to go." He grabbed his keys and strode to the door. "Remember your promise."

He walked down the hall toward the back entrance. How can you expect her to, when you're so keen on violating yours?

***

Stacy was just getting out of the bath when he returned, and was happy to receive her new lotion. "Can you put this on my back?" she inquired, and he was happy to do so. It was good to touch her, to reacquaint himself with his wife's body, reconnect with her. It helped him to forget his near-betrayal in Lilah's hotel room, though the tiny voice in his head persisted in demanding How was kissing another woman not a betrayal of your wedding vows? Or falling in love with her in the first place? He silenced it: now was the time to focus on Stacy, as some sort of secret penitence for his indiscretions. 

She eased herself onto her stomach, her nude form half-covered with a towel, her back bare to his gaze and to his hands. "Mmmm..." she moaned as the cool creamy stuff touched her flesh and was distributed across and into her skin in slow circles. "That's nice." He liked the sounds she made when he gave her pleasure, and he stiffened in response. He moved down her shoulders to her arms and the backs of her hands, then moved to her ass, though there was little danger of sunburn there. The noises she made were encouraging, so he continued down her thighs and calves, and back upward. He attempted to be subtle when he returned to her center, giving her an opportunity to bow out (as she tended to), but this time she was willing to accept his fingers in her cleft. He carefully, gently massaged her mons, from time to time riding her wetness up to the clitoris and giving it mild stimulation, and it wasn't long before she not-so-elegantly flipped over, with a sleepy mumbling which contained the phrase "do my front". He started to go for more lotion, but she shook her head and pulled him close. "That's not what I meant."

Ah. Well, good. He lowered himself to her lips, nibbling on the lower one the way she liked, and she kissed him back with fervor but without tongue. It was one of those nights. Gotcha. No oral, then. Stacy's signals were subtle, even bizarre, but he had eventually figured them out. Despite his near-need to go down on her he relented, using his fingers instead. That worked to moisten her, though she made it clear that was his only purpose down there right now. She arched her back to push her tits toward his mouth, and he replied by suckling one of her nipples like a newborn. She loved this, apparently, as she swatted away his hand and spread her legs invitingly. "Now," she whispered.

This wasn't near enough foreplay for Adam, frankly-- he'd been "taught" by an older girl in high school, and the exciting lessons had stuck-- but his body was on automatic and didn't require the extra caressing and tonguing he desired. His cock was completely willing and able to part Stacy's folds and slide inside... and by the evidence of Stacy's sharp intake of breath she was quite willing and able to take his cock as well.

A slow, steady rhythm built between them, gentle nudging that intensified into almost harsh grinding of her pubic bone against his, mashing her clit in between them. He kept to the stroking motion-- he knew from experience that any deviation, any distraction right now would be the end of the session-- and contented himself with taking alternating nipples into his mouth while he pushed into her as deep as she would take him, but not deep enough to hurt her. Finally, her breathing halted, her pelvis pushed up at his for an instant, and she sighed and pooled into a gelid mass of satiated girl. She grinned up at him, thanking him, and he smiled down at her. He kissed her cheeks, and ears, and her eyelids fluttered toward naptime. Usually she noticed when he hadn't come, but this time she was apparently too tired, and she just commented that she was starting to feel uncomfortable "down there". Adam kissed her once more, on the lips, and pulled out, rolling over to his side of the bed. 

Whir, blur, thank you, sir, he tried not to think. Being disappointed in her stamina was nothing new, and he was long past feeling guilty about it. Her multiple orgasms had gradually faded with her familiarity with him, and nothing he could do or suggest seemed to stave off this depressing trend. Concerned, he'd discussed it with her, suggesting that some kind of variation might be warranted, perhaps, but she'd seen it as an attack on her sexuality and it had just made her paranoid enough to avoid sex with him entirely-- and to not come at all during the sex they did have since she spent the time analytically wondering if she was having enough orgasms for him. When she'd told him this he'd dropped the subject like a hot potato-- the last thing they needed was more analysis and less climax. Honeymoon's over, was how he'd heard people put it. He missed the honeymoon. 

He grabbed a novel while he waited for his erection to fade.

***

"We don't have to go."

"Well, I said we would."

"You said we'd let her know. Call her and let her know we're busy."

"But we're not busy. She's alone and we're her only friends here."

"You're not her friend!"

"Adam, come on. She's your friend-- or so I thought. Why don't you want to see her?"

"I'm just... we're here to get away from it all. That includes people from work. Even people I might ordinarily enjoy seeing."

"Methinks the lord doth protest too much."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I saw the way you looked at her in that bikini. You want to avoid her because you don't want me to see you drooling over her. Tough. Suffer. I want to see how dedicated you are to me."

"Are you seriously saying that you want to go to dinner over there because you want to watch and make sure I don't ogle her? Do you realize how fucked up that is?"

"Actually, I just want to avoid spending a hundred dollars or more on dinner. I do the finances, remember?"

He shook his head, forcing himself to calm down. He really was protesting too much. Even he thought he looked suspicious. "Fine. But we're bringing a bottle of wine. It's not nice to make her pay for dinner and get nothing in return."

***

The first thing Adam noticed when they got to Lilah's room (other than that she looked gorgeous, and that a day in the sun had made the freckles across the bridge of her nose more apparent) was that she was ever-so-slightly tipsy. The wine they'd brought might be gilding the lily. 

"Come in," she said, leading them to an elegantly set table on the lanai. Three wine glasses were next to the place settings, one with a quarter-inch of sparkling gold liquid at the bottom. "I started in on the wine-- I was a little nervous."

"Nervous, why? Everything looks lovely, doesn't it Adam?" 

"Yes, er, lovely." It was a little disconcerting to see Lilah be less than in control. Was her nervousness real, or just another ploy? And was that the perfume she always wore?

"I suppose I wanted to be a good hostess."

Stacy put a comforting hand on Lilah's arm. "It looks perfect."

"Well, I can order carry-out with the best of them," Lilah said with a laugh. "I hear you're quite the cook. I've overheard Adam bragging about it. Men always take credit for the accomplishments of their wives."

Stacy blushed. "I try. You look great. Your sundress really shows off your legs!"

"Me? Look at you! I've spent a lifetime at salons trying to manage the hair color that you come by naturally."

Adam gaped; he would never fully understand women. Their odd bonding rituals. 

Soon they were seated, enjoying their meals, which Lilah made a point of saying she'd selected carefully from the menu of Leilani's. Stacy, in a bid not to hurt the hostess's feelings, asked Adam if she could trade her lamb for his mahi-mahi with ginger sauce. Stacy knew Adam hated mahi-mahi, but so did Lilah... She also knew he loved lamb. Sharp of Lilah to allow Stacy to preserve her ignorance of how well he and their hostess really knew each other. His cock hardened... whether at her cleverness or because she was just so damned sexy sitting there all demure when he knew what a slut lurked beneath." Extra points given for making sure, in a roundabout way, that he got a meal he liked, even though he knew she was not keen on people eating animals she would consider as pets. 

When Lilah went to pour wine into Stacy's glass his wife demurred. "None for me. Adam and I are trying to get pregnant, and I want to do it the right way. Water would be absolutely fine, really."

Adam had read that women were better than men at picking up on body language. Still, he would bet anything that Stacy, not knowing Lilah the way he did, missed the near-imperceptible tightening of her jaw. He could hardly take the opportunity to say to Lilah that this was news to him. They'd discussed it, certainly, but nothing had been decided; he definitely wanted children, but for some reason he didn't feel comfortable having them right now, and had put off the decision. With Stacy's agreement, he'd thought. He wondered if Stacy was just staking her claim on his ejaculate. It was pretty clear she wasn't seeing Lilah as a threat, but it wouldn't surprise him if she hadn't shared that tidbit as a "just in case." He was also pretty sure that it was the most incendiary thing Stacy could have possibly said. 

Lilah gave a bright smile, and only Adam-- who knew how her eyes sparkled when genuinely happy-- knew it was a mask. "Oh, well, congratulations! But all the more reason to have some fun tonight. This might be one of the last hurrahs. It's not like you're going to have a lot of time to relax and sip some wine after the baby comes. Not unless you have a nanny."

"Oh, we couldn't afford that-- not yet." Stacy glanced at Adam. "Some day."

"I couldn't afford one either-- but I won't have children until I can have one. I know my limits! So relax, enjoy some wine, and the beautiful night, and the companionship of those who are potty trained. Besides, you brought a bottle, and it would be a shame if you didn't partake."

Stacy giggled. "Oh, okay. One glass!"

"One glass," Lilah echoed, "or two..."

"Not two!" Stacy said, trying to sound stern, but still grinning. "Adam-- tell her just one!"

Adam held up his hands. "Leave me out of this!" He hoped to hell that Lilah knew what she was doing. Or was even sober enough to know what she was doing.

As Lilah poured the wine, the sunset reflected in the liquid and the effervescence made the fluid seem lit from within. "Tiny Bubbles...in the wine..." Lilah began to sing under her breath, and soon Stacy was joining in. Anyone seeing the women would think they were the best of friends as they crooned to one another, even camping it up a little until they were practically hugging one another in their amusement. 

Adam rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny that Lilah had a way with Stacy. He'd never seen his wife make friends with someone so fast-- friends and something a little more? At one point in the meal Stacy had leaned over and used the tip of her little finger to remove a crumb of food from the corner of Lilah's mouth. It was unusually intimate. As soon as she did it, she froze, clearly embarrassed, but Lilah merely continued talking as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. 

As if the females hadn't bonded enough, soon they were discussing Oprah's Book Club. If the women weren't so easy on the eyes, and if he didn't have recurring flashbacks of what had happened mere yards away, earlier, Adam might have considered throwing himself into the ocean. 

"I like Oprah, but how could she have not suggested The Princess Bride, which has the best quote ever!" Lilah said, working herself into a mild outrage as she moved her glass in a circular motion, urging the bubbles to dance a slow hula. 

"'As you wish'?" guessed Stacy. She seemed a little flushed, as if the wine was beginning to go to her head. She had always been a lightweight.

"Mmmm, that is a good one. Especially the way you say it." Lilah licked her lips lasciviously... or just removed some wine. It was an ambiguous gesture, unless you knew her like he did. "Perhaps that's the second best quote," conceded the brunette. 

"Okay. I give up," Stacy said, staring at Lilah's glass with a lazy interest, smiling slightly. 

"Okay, ready? 'If your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches!'"

Adam loved Lilah madly, but had to admit that all of her doubletalk, games, and implications left him needing a scorecard. If he was not mistaken, Lilah in thirty seconds had-- without looking at him-- as much as said that she wanted Stacy to be her love-struck servant, and that she loved Adam more than Stacy ever could. 

"I think about that quote a lot," Lilah continued, still making the wine swirl. "How some people just love more deeply than others, are able to surrender totally. How rewarding that must be, don't you think?"




Tiny Bubbles



Stacy nodded. "Yes. Rewarding."

"The breeze feels relaxing. Have you ever loved like that?"

"No. I've always been a little scared to."

Adam's eyebrows came together and he almost said, "Thanks a lot!" but he wanted to see where this bizarre thread of conversation was going and hesitated to break the mood. 

"That's sad. I can see why you might feel that way. I once loved someone that much, but he was with someone else. She didn't love him or appreciate him nearly enough, but she got him for holidays, and she got to wear his ring, and she got to take his name. It hurt, I won't lie, but it was worth it just to feel that alive."

"You let the woman have him?"

"Oh, she never had him in any real way. What should I have done?"

"Taken him from her." Stacy's smirk was perhaps the most evil expression he'd ever seen her use.

"Do you really believe that?"

"Yes. Really. If she didn't appreciate him, and couldn't keep him..."

He was surprised to hear this opinion coming from his strait-laced wife, who had always made it clear that she respected the sanctity of marriage. He wondered if it was because Lilah had tapped into her romantic side. Girl talk. 

"If we'd been friends back then, would you have supported me and helped me?"

"We are friends-- of course!"

Lilah removed her hand from the glass and placed it on Stacy's arm. "Because true love should conquer all, right?" 

Stacy's seeming trance was broken as she gazed into Lilah's eyes and smiled. "Absolutely."

Lilah pushed a strand of hair from Stacy's face, brushing it behind her ear. "I hope you saved room for dessert...Oh, crap! The dessert... the chocolate raspberry truffle cake! I was supposed to pick it up from Leilani's. I can go get it, if you two will just--" 

"No, it's okay...Adam can go get it, and...and I'll help you clean up! In fact, you've done more than enough already-- I...I'll clean up." 

"If Adam doesn't mind...?" Lilah glanced over at him. He frowned back at her smile. What was the brunette scheming about? Was she going to tell Stacy what they'd done this afternoon? What they'd almost done, he meant. Was that what this husband-stealing stuff was all about? He'd just opened his mouth to protest when the matter was taken out of his hands.

"Of course he doesn't!" offered Stacy. "We're just boring him with all our Oprah talk anyway, aren't we, dear?" She didn't even look to see that she was right. And she was, except...

"Okay then-- it's up the road next to the Fishermen's Wharf. Ask for Kani. And thank you!"

Adam got the distinct impression that both women wanted him gone all of a sudden. In fact, for a man who was supposedly loved deeply by both women at the table, he felt ignored. If he let his imagination get away from him, he might think the two women wanted him to leave for a reason. And from the state of his erection, his imagination had gotten away from him. Damn Lilah for planting impossible fantasies in his head and making him interpret everything through promises she couldn't keep. She might have made friends with Stacy in record time, but there was no way his wholesome wife would consider partaking of the rather wicked activities that Lilah surely had in mind. 

"No. Of course I don't mind. I'll be back soon." Adam made a point of giving Stacy a kiss, and, when Lilah puckered her own lips a little, he gave her as much of a warning look as he dared. Could he really live with such an impossible woman anyhow? 

The quest for the truffle cake convinced him that he didn't know the half of it. 

When Adam got to Leilani's and inquired about the dessert, Kani looked at him in confusion. "I told Lilah that my cousin over at Six Palms would make her one-- she was supposed to pick it up there." Several minutes later Adam got to Six Palms, asked for Kani's cousin, and found out that His Favorite Brunette had picked up the damned dessert right on time, hours before. 

When he arrived back at the room, annoyed with the game, the two women were sitting close together on the sofa. His wife was quite clearly suckling Lilah's finger, her eyes closed in seeming-delight. Both women looked up when he entered-- Lilah in amusement and Stacy in a momentary confusion that gave way to a blush. Adam felt like introducing himself to his wife. Hi, I'm your husband. Who the fuck are you?

"Honey, look what Lilah found! The truffle-- it was here all along!" She indicated the two plates on the coffee table. 

"Imagine that." 

"And it's really good..." There was mouth-gasm in that "really".

"Yes, delicious," agreed Lilah. She dipped her finger into the truffle, and offered the digit to Adam. "Want to taste?"

"Um...no..."

"Oh, honey, it's okay-- go ahead. Taste," said Stacy. 

Adam looked at what was quite possibly his fantasy come to life, and did what any man would do... "Stace...not feeling well here, maybe we should go back to the room." Okay, perhaps not what most men would have thought they'd do, but his world was a pretty unrecognizable place right now, and it wasn't like there was a snowflake's chance in Kilauea that his Lilah was going to be dissuaded. And if he'd misread the situation his wife could be putting him in a whole world of hurt AKA Divorce Court. 

"Hey, don't blame me-- I had it catered," quipped Lilah. "I'm sorry you two can't stay, but I do understand! Why don't you two go ahead and get a good night's rest, and perhaps we can get together tomorrow."

Adam's wife, who had previously just been polite in spending time with his co-worker, seemed delighted at the suggestion. "Yes, yes, we'll do that!" 

"We have the luau luncheon tomorrow," Adam reminded her. 

She looked, if anything, disappointed, despite the fact that he'd had to fight her tooth and nail to try to avoid the damned thing. "Oh, yeah, right. And it's reservation-only. I'm sooo sorry, Lilah."

"Oh, it's okay, Stace," was the response, and her eyes glittered as Adam noted her use of his wife's diminutive. "If you like, we can get together before the luau. The Regency has the best spa, I'm told, and it's right next to your resort."

"Yes! Adam's going scuba diving in the morning, and I was just going to be bored anyway. Let's get together. Our room number is 1723. Come by around... was it nine, dear?"

He grunted suspicious assent and dragged her toward the door. As they left, he looked back meaningfully at Lilah, who blew him a kiss and looked pretty and innocent.

All the way home, Stacy gave the distinct impression that there were two people in their marriage in love with Lilah. When, finally in bed, he reached for her-- expecting a repeat of the post-holiday party fuckfest-- she muttered something about it not being a good idea. Which was not merely odd but also frustrating, because later that night, when she must have thought he'd fallen asleep, he got the distinct impression that she was masturbating. He didn't have to wonder too hard who she was thinking about. He was thinking about the same person, and wondering what her game was.

***

Adam awoke to the sound of the shower, and a glance at the clock told him he wouldn't have time to ask Stacy about the events of the night before. Or to eat breakfast, for that matter-- his scuba lessons were only fifteen minutes from now. He grabbed his swimsuit off the towel rack, poked his head into the shower for a kiss and a farewell, and high-tailed it out to the beach where the instructor and the other two students waited.

After gearing up and half an hour of safety training and practicing exhaling with the mask on, the four of them slipped into the surf and started the short trip to the deeper water. The bottom dropped quickly not far from the shore, and the instructor led them down slowly to a large volcanic rock wedged deep into the sand about thirty feet underwater, if Adam was any judge. Which of course he wasn't.

A head-sized octopus, startled at the intrusion, spurted off into the deeper water, leaving behind a cloud of ugly blackness which was probably not waste but which Adam avoided on principle. It was fascinating to watch it move, and one of the other students made off in pursuit until stopped by the instructor. In the meantime, Adam scouted around the rock for other beasts of the deep. He found the prickly mass of a sea urchin-- he'd seen them before, but dry and dead. This one was presumably alive.

A theory which was tested as the instructor handed it to each of them in turn. When Adam's chance came, he was spooked when the thing grabbed him back with twenty or thirty tiny black appendages. He tried to set it down, but had to shake it to get loose, actually ripping out several of the thing's... tongues, he guessed they were... in the process. He felt bad about it, at that realization; he had a lot of respect for tongues, really. Sorry, buddy. You just put your tongues in the wrong place at the wrong time.

After a few more minor illustrations of undersea life, the instructor made it clear that their forty-five minutes were up, and that they needed to follow him back. Adam had a problem re-equalizing his internal pressure the way he'd been shown: blowing out hard with his nose didn't pop his ears as expected. It had worked on the way down without a hitch, but on the way up it was only successful every other time or so. As a result, when he surfaced one ear was full of water and he couldn't hear out of it to save his life. He tipped the instructor and headed back to the hotel room somewhat disoriented. 

The first thing he noticed on his return was that the shower was still on. Did Stacy forget to turn it off, or... had she fallen and hit her head? Adam spun through the sitting room of the suite en route to the bathroom... only to find Lilah sitting on the edge of the bed, looking interestedly at the bathroom door. From within came the humming sound of his wife's voice:

So here's to the ginger lei
I give to you today
And here's a kiss that will not fade away.

Or something like that. His good ear was on the opposite side to the door. "Would you like a lay, too?" Lilah asked, quirking her lips. "It's not made of ginger, I assure you. Though it has much in common with sugar and spice and all things nice."

"You have no idea." She scooted over to give him room, and he took advantage of the situation by bouncing up against her as he flopped down nearby. 

Adam laid back on the bed, propping himself up on his pillow. A pillow case which, though freshly provided by the maids last night, now reeked of female arousal. And the dampness wasn't totally residue from his own wet hair, he'd wager. Lilah sat on the edge of the bed, looking like the cat who had eaten the canary.

"Lilah, have you lost your mind?" he hissed at her. "Fingering yourself on my fucking pillow? If I can smell it, so can Stacy!"

Lilah smiled. "That would be an odd thing to do, wouldn't it?" She slithered up the bed to meet his eyes with her own and delicately slid her fingers up his arm and neck and under his nose. Adam glanced at the bathroom door in paranoia, but the shower was still running at full blast. "Tell me, do women have a unique taste and smell-- different from one another?"

Adam tried not to inhale; still the aroma couldn't be ignored. "Yes."

Lilah ran a slender digit along Adam's upper lip, in a dazzling replay of the game she'd played in their office months ago. "So, in theory, I would smell different from Stacy, and she from me?" She was getting more daring now with her teasing, and situated her cleft over his engorged but shorts-hidden erection. She pressed down on him, and at the same time dipped her finger into his mouth.

He ran his tongue all around her finger, desiring to taste the source... then remembered in a fit of sanity who was ten feet away. He grabbed her arm hard and pulled it down to her side, trapping it there as she struggled. "Enough teasing. What are you getting at, and what happened last night, for that matter?"

That was, of course, the moment the shower stopped. "Sweetie, could you get me a towel?" came the query from behind the door. Amusement and perhaps a small amount of sexual frustration tainted Lilah's eyes as he rolled out from under her and toward the bathroom. He glanced back to see her propped up on one elbow on the bed, watching him with interest. "Yeah, sure. Coming!"

"Almost," she mouthed at him, grinning, and then scrambled back to the sitting room chair before the door opened.

"Oh, honey, I didn't know you were home, yet." She smiled and grabbed the requested towel. "Thanks!"

"Feeling the need to be extra clean?" he inquired.

"What? Oh, well, yeah, we were going to go to the spa, but then there was a waiting list to get the hot mud treatment, and I didn't really want the hot oil one, so me and Lilah just came back here and talked instead. And being outside made me all sweaty, and so I decided I would take another shower."

"I see."

Stacy grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her hair, then strutted out to the bedroom, remarkably unconcerned with her lack of proper apparel.

"Oh, good, you're still here," Stacy said on seeing Lilah. "Adam didn't scare you away."

"Of course not. I like Adam."

A titter. "Me, too. But you have to admit sometimes he can be pretty frightening."

Adam decided to stop this before Lilah, who was obviously about to speak, said something about the size of his penis or something. Which was not at all frightening, much to his own regret, but still... "Well, I'm glad you're clean and ready to go to the luncheon. It starts in half an hour."

Stacy looked tired at this reminder. "Oh, yeah." She glanced Lilahward. "Honey, I was just telling Lilah... it's way too hot out there."

"Well, it's Hawaii."

"Yes, I know, and most days it's been fine, but today I just don't feel up to it."

"Stace, we paid like... I don't even want to think about what we paid for this idi-- this great privilege. And you want to blow it off?"

"No, you're right, of course. We might as well get our money's worth. You should take Lilah."

"Wha--"

"I couldn't dream of taking your place."

"No, Lilah, it's okay. I'm just going to get some well-needed rest. I think last night's wine affected me funny. I don't have a headache, but I think I might be a teensy bit hung over."

"Dear, if you don't want to go, I don't--" I don't have the strength to resist doing terrible, awful, marriage-violating things? Perhaps that was not the right thing to say. "Lilah probably hates luaus, right, Lilah? The roasting of the pig, and all." He looked at her pointedly.

"Oh, it's okay," Stacy returned, "there's all kinds of vegetable treats there, I remember from the menu. I guess it does sound all right, if you're okay with it, Stace..."

"Oh, sure, sweetheart, Adam will be the perfect gentleman. Or if he's not, just don't tell me: I'd rather not know." She laughed, and Lilah laughed... and his own laugh was audibly false, but Stacy was oblivious. "I'm going to nap, now. You two go on."

"I have to change," Adam responded, swearing beneath his breath. He grabbed a nice pair of shorts and a flowery shirt selected days ago for the occasion, and took both into the bathroom to disrobe. This was it, then, he knew. He would be alone with Lilah for hours, and there was no way in hell he'd be able to keep his hands, his lips, his cock off her. The thought terrified him, but the difficulty he had putting his shorts on was a tip-off that the thought thrilled him as well. Dammit.

He exited the bathroom once more to find Lilah whispering something to Stacy, then patting her on the head and standing up. "Ready to escort me to the ball, Adam?"

He grunted a reply. 

"All right, then. Stace, sweetie, you will have pleasant dreams, I'm sure."

Stacy was already dozing, her eyes closed completely. "'ava good time," she murmured. "Say 'hi' to the pig."

And they left-- theoretically, at least-- on their way to the luau.

***

Of course they didn't go anywhere near the place. They went straight to Lilah's hotel without even discussing it-- or anything else, for that matter..She walked briskly and deliberately to the elevator, her thin cotton skirt flouncing around her thighs and providing enticing glimpses above its hem, and he followed as if magnetized.

The elderly couple on the elevator prevented his hands from being all over her; he contented himself with gently rubbing the backs of his knuckles against the outside of her leg. Only an acceleration in her breathing gave any evidence she noticed his flesh touching hers.

The fifth floor arrived soon enough, and she fumbled with the key card, failing twice to open the door and cursing under her breath each time. Her breath sizzled inward as he placed his burning, solid hand over hers and slowly, deliberately activated the lock, permitting her to open the latch. He pushed her inside more roughly than he intended to and locked the deadbolt behind him. She flinched with every click of the mechanism.

With no smile or even amusement evident, he grabbed her wrist before she got to the couch and pulled her to him, grabbing a fistful of her hair with the other hand and drawing her mouth to his with an urgency that drew blood from her lower lip. The salty fluid only added to his passion, and to hers. He crushed her frame to him, feeling the soft curves of her body against the muscles of his chest, his abdomen, his legs. All he had wanted... all his. 

He pushed her against the wall and shredded the front of her blouse, and the cute peekaboo of her nipples through the white material was replaced with vivid, swollen patches of succulence. Her chest heaved with the force of her breathing, and the bounce of her tits showed their perfect form off to best effect. Adam dipped his head to take them in his mouth, and Lilah's moan escaped through her teeth before his tongue had even taken its first stroke. Her thighs parted in anticipation and lust, as she slid her hand down past his beltline and into his shorts. Her hand wrapped around his cock, tightly possessive, and she panted with emotion at finally holding it in her grasp.

With a snarl of lust he kissed her once more, fiercely, and pressed her shoulders down with a force that surprised him. Her knees buckled without resistance, and she tore his shorts down to take him in her mouth, emitting a high-pitched moan as she did so. She licked under the glans with gentle but urgent strokes, taking the loose flesh there in her lips and squeezing it mercilessly between them. Soon enough, though, she stopped teasing and took him fully into her throat, grabbing his ass for leverage as she plunged him as deep into her as he would go. He felt himself pulse against the muscles in her tongue and neck as she swept him out and in, out and in, and it was with a low cry he erupted into her at last, spilling his come into the woman he loved and lusted more than any other.

She looked up at him in excitement and something like thankfulness as he withdrew; her eyes shone with tears, but had he not just orgasmed he would have now, noticing that her skirt and the swimsuit beneath were plastered to her body in a dampness that could have only one source. A source which drew him like a drug.

He joined her on the floor, his passion undimmed by the slight droop of his sated cock. He'd been waiting to taste Lilah since the day she'd first shown an interest, and her roundabout ways of getting her scent near his nose and mouth had tormented him like nothing else. Now he was finally able to feast on the source, and he pushed aside the sopping panties in his quest to consume her.

Her moan was exquisite to him, as was the way she threw her head back as he impaled her on his tongue. There was no need for him to build her passion slowly-- she was already ready to come after her own oral explorations, but still he teased at her, not permitting her to explode yet because he was enjoying himself too immensely to be done so quickly. Her taste filled his senses, her smell overwhelmed his brain, and his cock solidified beneath him once more, a dull need that throbbed achingly so soon after his balls had been emptied. Her fingers circled around the back of his head as he dove into her, his lips affixed to her pussy and his tongue dancing around her pearl. When she pulled him close in a fit of passion that seemed like rage, he cupped her ass in his hands and sucked her entire clit into his mouth, twisting it from side to side with the back of his tongue. This caused an ear-splitting, breath-held silence which was shattered by a strangled yell which sounded like it was torn from her throat. Her hips bucked for almost a full minute, then bucked again when he plunged his tongue deep into her hole and writhed it around her interior walls. 




Tiny Bubbles



It wasn't until she dragged him away up to her mouth that he would stop eating her, but when she licked his face and whispered that she liked the taste better somehow when it was on his face, he picked her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and drove into her from behind with his revived cock, not knowing or caring if she'd recovered enough to want this yet. His need was too great, and her cunt too ready, for him to do anything but thrust into her and hope that somehow his passion...his lust...his love would be transmitted to her through the irresistible, powerful fucking he was forced by the animal inside him to give her.

He need not have worried; she came from this maltreatment. Came hard, ass thrusting back at him, screaming like a banshee for more, for him to fill her again and again, for him to make her pussy his. Now and forever. Locked in, nearly on automatic, this penetrated his consciousness and he plunged into her deep, coating the inside of her womb with his sticky spunk.

He collapsed on her, half-exhausted, and didn't intend to fuck her again for a good solid hour. But her insatiable masturbation and the smearing of her own pussy juice on her face eventually awoke his sleeping cock and his resolve didn't last past twenty-five minutes.

His cock, this time, lasted as long as she did. And, he was surprised to note as she fell asleep after what seemed uncountable climaxes, even longer. He didn't try to wake her, but still took his pleasure in her once more as she drifted off, and then fell asleep spooning her, never bothering to pull out.

***

He awoke to a silent and darkened room, and struggled for a couple seconds to remember it was his hotel. Stacy wasn't there with him, and her side of the bed wasn't even warm. And it was... he checked the clock... two in the morning. What the hell?

Earlier that evening, he'd been equally disoriented to find himself waking up in Lilah's bed. She'd been singing a showtune he half-recognized as she showered, and he had smiled to hear it. Her voice was untrained but nice. He could get used to this.

That was when he'd realized that the sun was going down, and that the lunchtime luau ought to be over by now. And that he had reeked of sex to the point where Stacy couldn't help but notice. He'd jumped into the shower, causing Lilah to emit a cute little shriek and to spray him in the face with the massage-head.

She had giggled and welcomed him in. "Come here, Lovah. I'll wet you down. Or something to do with wet." She'd glanced below his waist, licking her lips. "And down." 

"No time for fun, sweetheart. I'm way late." He had grabbed the hotel shampoo and scrubbed it into all his hair, but most especially the pubic.

She'd pouted, but conceded the point. "Well, okay. But you get away with this only because I got some special Adam-love while you were sleeping?" At his raised eyebrow and glance down at his cock, she had added, "Well, you weren't using it. Besides, I could tell you had done the same. Sauce for the goose. Mmmm... and such sauce!"

He'd laughed, then, at her comments and her antics and at the way she made him feel. He had kissed her, deeply and with no hint of lust, much to his own surprise. She'd returned the fervor, then sprayed him down until he was certain he was less musky. He had exited the shower, though she had remained in, continuing to wash. He'd watched her through the glass as she cleaned herself, a voyeur to her fingers and palms and their journey from stickiness and sweat to fresh-smelling girl. 

He'd sighed, drawing on his clothes, and had ducked his head into the shower once more for a kiss goodbye. "I'll see you soon. Don't know when, but I'll figure something out. This... I don't know what we're doing, but it's wonderful and... there's a lot to talk about. I love you."

"I know," she'd replied, smiling sadly. "I love you, too. I'm sure it will be soon."

And he'd let himself out. He'd let the heat of the day dry his hair and walked into his own resort suite to find Stacy asleep on their bed, the shades drawn. Thankful he hadn't had to answer any questions about the luau (or lack thereof), he'd crashed next to her and let the oblivion of sleep stop his worrying.

Now, however, he was worried once more. Where was Stacy, at this hour of the night? Did she suspect? Had he forgotten something? Had she found something telltale in his effects? He couldn't imagine anything, unless she had some bizarre woman-sense that let her smell Lilah on him...on his breath, maybe. He flipped on the light, verifying that she was neither in the sitting room or the bathroom, and seeing that her stuff was all still here. 

It was then that he noticed the message lamp lit on the phone.

He struggled with the inane instructions on how to access their voice mail, and finally the message came forth.

"Hi, honey, you were sleeping so nicely that I didn't want to wake you. Lilah told me you'd had a lot to drink at the luau, so I guess I'm not surprised." She giggled in a voice that implied she was not totally sober herself. "Lilah and I decided to go out for a girls' night out, and I'm just calling so you don't worry about us. We're out and about in Honolulu, and we won't be home late." He heard Lilah's voice in the background, and Stacy's laughter in response. "Well, not too late, anyway. Bye!" The time stamp was ten forty-five. Three and a half hours ago.

There was another message, an hour or so ago. He had no idea how he'd slept through it, but perhaps it had at least made him restless and resulted in him waking up eventually. This time it was Lilah's silky voice, and the background noise was minimal.

"Hello, Lovah. Do you know how the beach curves around that rocky bend near the Hyatt? Well, Stacy and I found the most charming grotto over here. I don't think we're the first to have found it, but we do have it all to ourselves right now. Unfortunately, she's in no condition to climb back up to the path, so why don't you come and help me with her. If not, I guess I'll just stay here with her until morning."

The phone had clicked off, and Adam was left with the receiver in his hand, halfway from his ear to the chassis. Shit.

He threw the phone down, picked up his shirt, shorts, and wallet and headed out the door.

The beauty of the Hawaiian beach under moonlight was not to be shirked, but he would have given serious cash for a flashlight in addition; the glow from the resorts was not nearly enough to illuminate the rocky area in question very well. He walked to where the path curved away and climbed the rocks, and moved off the path to the rocks which were splashed by the surf. Crazy chicks. This wasn't even excusable by drunkenness. How the hell was he supposed to find them in this ragged pile of slag?

Ah, that was how: he heard a female voice giggle over the relatively quiet sound of the surf, and he'd swear it was Lilah's. Coming from off to the side, where... yeah, a slight "trail" of stepping stones led around an outcropping. He followed and came upon an entrance to a sandy cave with--

The cave itself faded from his awareness as he found focus on its contents. The moonlight revealed Lilah sitting on a bench-like slab of stone, blouse pulled down to reveal moistened breasts, whether with sweat or from some prior dip in the ocean he couldn't tell. Probably the former, as the rock itself seemed dry except near her parted thighs. There it was quickly becoming damp as Stacy's mouth did its work on Lilah's cunt; the voice had been Lilah's, but he hadn't realized it had been moaning and urging. "Mmmmm... yeah, oh, Stace, you're such a Good Little Pussy Licker. I can't understand how you took so long to realize it." She ran a slow hand over Stacy's back and down to her ass, which was sticking up into the air like an offering to the sea. Or, now, to Adam. 

"Ahem."

"Ah, hello, Lovah. Was wondering when you'd get here. We got lonely, but Stace figured out something to do while we waited."

"I see that."

"You sound as if you disapprove of my come on her face. You didn't seem to mind so much when it was your face."

He was silent. The only sounds were the hungry devouring of Lilah's nether flesh by Stacy's lips.

So that secret, at least, was out, apparently. Now that it had come, it was actually a relief. Less pussyfooting around... er... a better choice of words was not forthcoming.

"Stacy, you can stop now. What is this, some kind of revenge on me... you're going to ignore me because of what I did?" He sighed. "C'mon, let's talk this out maturely."

He might not even have been there for all the attention she paid him. Lilah's muff was seemingly her whole world. His shock at the tableau before him, coupled with the horror at his secrecy being broken, was now slowly turning up the heat and changing to anger.

"Stacy, cut this crap out. There's--"

"I don't think she can hear you, Lovah. When I've got them under, they only hear me. It's one of those weird quirks."

"What are you talking about?"

"I told you long ago I can hypnotize people. Make them do whatever I wish."

He was stunned.

"Since the dinner, actually, since I know you're wondering when. Stacy, dear, stop for a moment; I've already come three times and need to catch my breath."

Stacy moaned and pulled her ecstatic face back from its paradise. "Yes, Lilah."



Apparently the hypnosis thing was not just a playful fantasy of Lilah's after all. Adam couldn't honestly account for his wife's behavior over the last few days without there being some kind of subtle influence, there. And as for the not-so-subtle... 

"Oh, please let me eat your pussy again, Lilah. I want your taste on my tongue sooo bad. Please fuck my face again..."

"Um, can you get her to stop doing that? It's hard to have a serious conversation with her head up your skirt."

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry." She raised Stacy's wet chin up to look into her eyes and murmured, "Sleep time, now, Stacy." Stacy's eyes closed, and Lilah gently eased her to the black sand of the floor.

Adam couldn't help but think he could have used that little trick once or twice over the years. "This might be a stupid question, but what the fuck's going on?"

"I'm making a life for us, Adam. You love Stacy, but more than that you feel responsible for her. How could I win without being a little proactive? You would have left her for me, just as I would have left, oh, anyone else on earth for you. That doesn't mean that you wouldn't have been wracked with guilt. I won't have that for you!"

"This is what you call proactive?" He had to admit that Stacy looked peaceful as she slumbered, Lilah's arousal drying on her face. 

"Yes. Now you can have both of us. I've had a lot of time to think, alone on holidays, not hearing from you when you got busy with family, or even friends. I had to put away the clock my sister, Chandra, got me." Bitterness entered her voice. "I'd sit there alone and fear the fucking thing counting off the seconds of my life. The moments that should have been with you." She sighed. "I decided along the way that I was going to fix everything. When you really get down to it, Stacy needs a guiding hand. You really can be too gentle with your women."

"You would like me more forceful?"

"Yes!"

"Really be the boss?"

"Oh, yes, Lovah!"

"We'll see. What if I told you to change Stacy back, and get the fuck out of my life? Would you find that forceful enough?"

"What? Wait! No."

"Don't tell me to wait, Lilah. You don't get to order me around, you don't get to fuck with my wife without asking, and you don't get to fucking redecorate my life without my consent. Not and stand there with a straight look on your face and tell me you want me to be in charge. 

"It occurs to me that I've taken you at your word too much-- against all evidence. You tell me that you like your men strong, but take it upon yourself to change my world based on what you think is right. It never occurred to you to ask, did it? It doesn't seem to me that you're submissive so much as you like to play sub when there's a hard cock in the room. It gets you wet to pretend to obey, but to actually do it? I'm not sure of that...and I don't find a lifetime of wondering about the priorities of the woman in bed next to me to be a fun prospect. At least when Stacy isn't a hypno-dyke, I know whose side she's on. What happens when you find someone better? Or..."

"There is nobody better!"

"I believe I was speaking. I suggest you shut up until I'm finished." When she bit her lip, he continued. "Or when you decide that I'm not aggressive enough about getting a promotion? I can't have my guard up all the time-- I don't even want to, even for you. I'm not even sure that you haven't fucked with my head."

Lilah clearly wanted to say something, but remained silent.

Adam sighed. "Okay, speak."

"The only way I've fucked with your head is in the normal ways women have been doing since the beginning of time. I'd rather listen to the clock ticking until the day I die than be with a man only because of some trick. I meant you to discover us, because I never meant it to be a secret. I just wanted us to get started on the rest of our lives, and thought it would be so much easier for you if it was done-- better for your conscience. I took the guilt on me so it wouldn't have to be on you."

"Because you find me weak?"

"No, because I love you that much. I surrender to you that much. You don't believe in God, but I do, and so I know my soul cries out to yours, and if I have to damn that soul to have you, I do it wholeheartedly. How can you see that as anything less than submission? I give up a God in heaven to be with my god here on earth."

"Easy words. Persuasive, but you've always been persuasive. I am impressed with the blasphemy, of course." His expression was ironic. "You would stand before me and claim submission when you've engineered everything but the waves against the shore? You're the very definition of an alpha bitch."

"Yes, who knows she's met her match."

"Again, Lilah, you stand before me."

Lilah dropped to her knees. "Please, listen, Adam, Master, God, Savior, Redeemer. Whatever it takes, I'll do it. Whatever I need to do, I'll do it to keep you near me. To keep you with me. To feel you move inside me again. I swear this, I pray it!"

"I...I'm listening." Perhaps they needed a word stronger than persuasive to describe her. Certainly visually appealing at the moment, and perhaps even more beautiful in her submission and desperation. Adam tried to harden his heart, even as part of him wanted to kneel down beside her and kiss it better. 

"I could... I could be the second wife. The junior wife. The obedient one. I would do it...for you. She could... have you first and be the most important one in your life. As long as I got to have you sometimes. To wear your name." 

"I've got to say I don't think I'm sure you could accept that."

"Adam, I'm proud. Arrogant even, maybe, but I'm also yours completely. Stacy will be my goddess because she's yours. And, she is beautiful in her way." She crawled over to Stacy's unconscious form and started nestling her face between the woman's thighs, getting a little messy herself.

"Stop! Stop it right now!" She desisted. "Dammit, Lilah, this is just what I'm talking about. I don't care hot you are. How hot you make me. I can't have you ignoring my wishes and just doing what you want all the time. Yes, I know, you think you're doing it for me, for my own good. Do you realize how demeaning that is? That you think I can't recognize my own needs, my own best interest? Until you see that..."

"I just thought--"

"Don't think!" he yelled. "Don't go down that road, because I'm sick of it already."

Her expression went from submission to resolution. "Adam, I love you, and I want you. But I can't go on like this. I can be your lover or your wife, but I won't anymore be your mistress. I know the look in your eyes when you see me is not just lust, it's love. If I'm worthy of that, I deserve a real place in your life, not just hidden, furtive fumblings in the dark. I'll surrender myself completely to you, but first I need to be yours, to have the same basic protections that Stacy has merely by you having met her first. Even with all the things I've done wrong, don't I deserve that?"

"So what are you saying?"

"What do you think I'm saying?" She paused to collect shreds of her dignity, swallowing hard against what must have been a huge lump in her throat. "I have a job offer from Armitage. It's in Alaska, for Pete's sake, so it will be far enough away that I won't have to see you. With her. While I go home to my crappy little apartment and try to pretend I'll date around, that I'll find somebody." There was the bitterness again. Unconcealed, now, and something Adam hadn't ever factored into their relationship before. He'd gone home frustrated by their flirtation, had agonized over his divided loyalties and mixed emotions, but he'd gone home to comfort and stability. She'd had all the same feelings, but had to cope with them alone. Was it any wonder she was acting more than a little bit desperate? Had cooked up this crazed scheme to "solve" the problem?

And now that it came right down to it, a gaping pit had opened in his stomach when she'd mentioned Alaska. Never see her again? Could he live with that? Go back to his static, stagnant marriage with Stacy, puff out a couple of kids and live a life full of regret, knowing he'd found The One and that he'd let it all go because he was too scared (or, more reprehensible, too lazy) to shake up his own life to do something about it?

He loved Lilah. He really did. The fact that he could stand here right now with a twisted paradise offered to him on a half-shell and consider refusing it proved it to himself, if to no one else. He...loved Stacy, too, as far as it went. His passion for her was what was missing-- had been missing for a long while now. Longer than he cared to admit. Certainly longer than he'd known Lilah: it was doubtless what had made him so susceptible to her expressions of desire and ultimately love. He needed more...

"What does Stacy say?"

"What?"

"What does she want?"

"This isn't about her, it's about you and me. This is your decision to make, not hers. I've put the options in front of you."

Dammit. She was right. Stacy's will was pretty irrelevant, given its newly malleable nature. He couldn't be sure what she was thinking deep down, once you peeled away all the lust to bury herself in Lilah's cunt. Was she enjoying herself-- of course, that was obvious by the visual and aromatic evidence permeating the grotto. Would she be happy as a cherished but not central member of his household? That was less apparent to him. 

And ultimately irrelevant as well, he realized; Lilah's ability to mold her mind in whatever twisted direction suited her purposes-- or his purposes-- was inarguable. Immoral, certainly, but who was he to judge? His behavior over the last year and a half-- the infidelity in spirit, if not in actual corpus until recent days-- didn't exactly put him in the position of righteousness. So the question wasn't whether he would betray his marriage to Stacy or not-- he'd already done that. The question was whether or not he loved Lilah enough to make that betrayal complete. Whether or not he was willing to supplant his wife with another woman. 

A woman who better understood him and his needs, undoubtedly. But would she surrender to him in the ways that would make their relationship real and not hopelessly one-sided as his current marriage was?

"So."

"So." She'd stared into his face this whole time, watching the play of his expressions. 

"You'd change her back, then? Make her the strait-laced-- key word being straight-- woman she always was?"




Tiny Bubbles



"As much as she ever was. I didn't make it all up."

"I'm well aware. Then you'd stay with us. Live with us, as the junior wife. Grocery shopping, house-cleaning, taking care of the kids. Stacy wants to have a baby, and I imagine by this time next year that could be very much a reality. Servicing... us, I suppose, should she still want that?"

Lilah looked surprised at this, but flushed with some hope. "Well, if she goes back to being so tight, she'd be unlikely to accept such an arrangement, right? You'd have to keep some modifications."

"Hmmm... true. Very well, then. You'd do all this? It would be a life of obedience to me, and to her. With not much to recommend it except my love for you."

"Would I get holidays off?" she said, her tone a mixture of humor and resignation. 

"If you mean to say, 'would I get off on holidays', then the answer is yes. I'd service you whenever you wanted it. Even whenever you didn't want it. That would be part of the deal, too."

"Um... please don't say things like that. It makes it harder for me to answer."

"Because you wouldn't do that?"

"No... because it makes me wicked horny, and I need to use my brain right now uncluttered by hormones."

"Oh. Sorry. You think this would be a good life, a life you would love to live?"

Lilah looked like she was thinking about it, but he could see that the hesitation was more for his sake. For his peace of mind. Even now, trying to ease his conscience. He loved her for it, even as he was frustrated by her calculation. "If you would have me that way, yes, absolutely."

"I see." The decision was much easier now. "I suppose if you could stand it, Stacy could, too. Stand up, Lilah."

She looked blank. "Huh?"

"I mean, if that kind of a life was going to be good enough for you, it should be good enough for Stacy, too."

"You--"

"What I'm trying to say, darling, is, 'Will you marry me?' After, of course, some other matters are cleared up. I assume you can help in getting my other marriage annulled?"

She looked confused and shocked and weepy and very, very happy. This might actually be the only time he'd seen her completely without words. When she finally found some they came out blurred by her trembling lips, and he embraced her tightly instead of trying to puzzle them out. 

When they finally resurfaced for air, he wiped her tears away with his thumbs and kissed her eyelids until she was tickled and pulled away laughing. "I thought for sure, the way you were talking--"

"I know what you thought. And I was serious about it. If you would have been more reluctant about it, I'd have thought you were being dishonest about how it would be."

"No! I wasn't! I--"

"Hush, I know. The fact that you expected it to be pleasurable even with all the caveats I added made me think that Stacy would still be happy!"

"Oh, I'll make her happy, too, I promise."

"Yes, just... make it real happiness. Not trance-induced. I still have feelings for her, they're just... not what I feel for you. Can you understand that? Respect that?"

She looked down at Stacy's peacefully reclining form, then, with nothing negative cluttering her glance: not jealousy, not bitterness, not even pity. Just thoughtfulness. "I will. After all, she's family now." She winked impishly at him.

He suppressed his smile at her mischievousness. "Be good."

"Always. Incest is best, put your sister to--"

"I will spank you when you are naughty, you know."

"Mmmmm... how do you expect me to be good when the rewards for being naughty are sooooo niiiice?"

"Very well, I will withdraw spanking when you are naughty."

"Hey! The deal's off."

"No it's not. I saved you from Alaska."

"Hey! I like Alaska! Besides, I didn't even say 'yes' yet. Officially."

"Close enough."

"You weren't on your knees when you proposed."

"And I never will be. We're equals."

"Well, except that I will serve you and service you and can we fuck yet because I can feel you through those shorts and really need to feel you through these lips instead?"

They took extra care not to step on the slumbering Stacy, though they didn't hold back on their passionate vocalizations. Hypnotized or not, it was a wonder they didn't wake her up. 

***

The place was called "Don's" and the black-and-white photos decorating the wall were of Don Ho. Dressed in a tuxedo with shorts, holding a ukulele; standing on a boat bearing a line attached to a tremendous fish. Holding hands with a heavyset Hawaiian lady. Adam wasn't sure whether the place'd had an official affiliation with the man or was just owned by obsessed fans.

Regardless of the rationale, Don's was a fine restaurant located in an out-of-the-way area halfway to Diamond Head. The host met them at the door, where Adam informed him of their reservation for "Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn". They were quickly escorted to a sumptuously decorated table for two in the center of the main room, and Adam brushed aside the host's attempt to hold a chair out for Lilah in favor of doing it himself. He was sure he accompanied the most beautiful lady in the room... or barring that, certainly the sexiest. If somehow all eyes in the room were not on her shapely hips beneath the elegant white dress, well, then that was their great loss. He was thrilled at the waft of perfume which breezed off his soul-mate, and kissed her heartily on the lips before seating himself across from her.

The host didn't blink; he was very used to newlyweds. He informed them of their waitress's name, but neither caught it, wrapped up in each other as they were. A server approaching with glasses of ice water broke the spell. 

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Oh, only tonight?" she inquired, arching an eyebrow.

"Always, but especially tonight."

"Is it the dress, or me?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm... still trying to decide if that was the right answer."

"Don't bother. I'm sure it was right. We could test the theory, of course. You brought several tons of clothing."

"It's just the one bag!"

"Yes, I was impressed at how much you managed to pack into the one suitcase. Although I'd rather it have been two bags I can carry than one I have to hire someone for."

"Stacy packed it for me special. I think there's a lot of lingerie inside, so stop complaining." She paused, looking thoughtful. "Do you think she's all right? She seemed a little sniffly when she dropped us off at the airport."

"Well, you know she was a bit miffed when we said we weren't bringing her along."

"Yes, she was so disappointed! I think we should get her a nice present to make up for it. In fact, I insist."

"How very kind of you to think of her. Particularly since you're not above tormenting the poor lass at your Bible Study group. Cassie Arrhenius told everyone about Stacy running a hand up her thigh in the coatroom. It was quite a spectacle, I understand. And took some explaining, afterward, I'm sure. Ah," he said as the bottle arrived and was blasted open. He held out his glass and watched it fill with the bubbly fluid. "Thank you."

"None for me," Lilah told the server. "I want to do it the right way, after all. Water will be absolutely fine, really." The server, mildly mystified, raised an eyebrow and the bottle, bowed a tad, and walked to the next table as Lilah continued. "She thought it was me! Cassie and I were wearing similar dresses, and you know how I have her conditioned to respond to red..."

"Yes, well, you might want to tone it down a little. It was the minister's cousin this time, next time it could be--" It took him a minute, but he wasn't completely daft. "Um... did you just...? Are you...?"

"According to the little tester thingy, yeah. It made a plus."

"When did you find this out?" His incredulity was noted by people within a four table radius.

"On the plane. I had suspicions, of course, but no proof until then." She raised her crystal of water to his. "Cheers!" After the clink she added, "Daddy!" 

Her grin was infectious, and he forced his stammering to be short-lived in order to blurt out a reply. "My God, congratul-- I mean this is wonderful! Hooray for us!" He knocked back his champagne in a single gulp and sought the server to ask for another. "I knew we were going to start trying, but I thought it would be now, here. You know, 'Name your daughter "Maui" in honor of...' or something."

"Well, I started a little early. And therefore, so did we. And Stacy will make an excellent nanny, don't you think?"

He was utterly without words, so he went with feelings. "I love you!"

"I love you, too!" she beamed before bringing her eyebrows down, mock-serious. "Now, what do you think an expectant mother should have for dinner? The waitress is coming back. Huh. I think I'll go with the filet. I know it's the most expensive, but..."

"You don't eat red meat!"

"Hmmmm... I think the baby wants it."

"Waitress, quick, get her the filet mignon before she changes her mind."

"Very good, sir. And for you?"

"More champagne."

"And for dinner, sir?"

"Oh, right, right... uh... the chicken marsala. With no cheese."

"I am sure the chef will be accommodating, as he never uses any in that dish." She smirked at him. "Will that be all?"

He waved her away, feeling stupid and giddy. And it wasn't the champagne-- at least not yet.

"She's laughing at you."

"Yeah, well, who wouldn't?"

"True, but it's not her place. She is here to serve you."

"Here we go again."

"What, can I help it if it's hard to find decent help these days? I think we should take her back to the hotel room and teach her a lesson. Or lessons."

"Lilah..." he warned. "You've gotten no fun vibes from her--"

"That can be arranged."

"--so leave her alone." He relented, thoughtfully, contemplating the waitress's ass as she bent to collect the menus at an adjacent table. "After we get the check, maybe."

"Okay. I'll be good. Scout's honor."

He rolled his eyes. "Where have I heard that before?"

***

The trip back to the hotel room was uneventful. They'd considered another resort, but ultimately decided on room 581 of the Four Seasons. Even rescheduled the wedding a week later in order to get it. The urgency of their entrance this time was gone, but the excitement was still present and accounted for. They were, despite Lilah's half-serious efforts, alone. Adam turned the lights down low, tuned the stereo to a local jazz station, and loosened his tie. 

"Naughty, naughty, flirting with the waitress, after I told you not to."

"But I thought..."

"You were making her uncomfortable."

"I was making her horny."

"Don't count on that. Not every pretty girl is a cunt-licking slut like you are."

"No, just the best ones. And the rest I can fix."

"Hmmm... true. Nevertheless."

"You enjoyed it when I spread my legs at her. Admit it."

"I did, but you disobeyed a direct order, and that calls for punishment. Now assume the position and raise your skirt."

"Yes, sir."

"I-- nice. I thought you weren't wearing any. But they're actually just crotchless."

"Mmm hmmm."

"Ah, well, down they come regardless. Um... Will it... is it safe? I mean, will it hurt the baby?"

"It'll be fine. My daddy always spanked me when I was naughty."

"Yes, but pre-natal?"

"Maybe. Hey, maybe that's why I like it so much! It takes me back to the womb. I'll have to ask Mom."

"Ack! Stop. Things I don't need to know about your parents!"

"Hey, my mom was quite the hottie in her day. I found dirty photos. You would have done her."

"Yes, well, not now. I refuse to be a motherfucker."

"Ahem. That's a damn shame, because I must reiterate that my status is approaching motherhood. So if you won't do your duty, sir, I shall have to seek consolation elsewhere. And Stacy will not be enough for me. Even with the strap-on. I will seek a new man. Ooh! Maybe with a pregnancy fetish!"

He gave her the only proper answer...

"Ow! Er... was I naughty enough for you to do that ag-- ow!"

"I love you, too, dear."

THE END



Tiny Bubbles



"Your turn, Sher." I said, anxious as to what would come next.

"Yes it is....Car, truth or dare?"

"Oh not me again. You guys are picking on me."

"You're fun to pick on." Sheryl said.

"OK....guess it's time for me to take a dare."

"Great...Let's see...I dare you to take off your suit and let the jet stream hit you in your private area for 15 seconds."

Carrie seemed to be getting less and less resistant. "What makes you think it's not hitting me there already?" She laughed.

"Oh then I'm not the only one?" Sheryl joined her in laughter. "But you have to take your suit off, though."

"I know, I know." Carrie paused a moment, shuffled her arms below the water, came up with her bikini bottom hooked around her thumb, and tossed it over the side. "OK" she said, "By the way, which private area did you have in mind?"

A look of excited surprise came over Sheryl's face, "You get to choose. But we have to know you're actually doing it." 

"Well then, in that case..." Carrie shifted her body a couple of feet toward the center of the tub and lowered her torso forward. She began slowly backing up toward the wall and the awaiting pulses of hot liquid. As she approached the wall she arched her back, dangling her large breasts halfway in the water and pushed her lower half out against the wall, settling into a position she felt comfortable with. "There it is" she cooed. "OK, start counting."

Sheryl and I were too mesmerized to count out loud, so we just watched Carrie as her eyes closed and a focused look came over her face. "Mmmm" she moaned. "That feels good." The bubbles danced around her slightly jiggling breasts. Sheryl was fixated on Carrie's face and I couldn't resist moving a hand to my balls and squeezing them gently. Carrie's body rocked ever so slightly back and forth, appearing to be searching out the most advantageous position. "Mmm." A short sharp moan now came from Carrie and a small smile crossed her lips. She exhaled as if blowing out cigarette smoke and her lips parted. Neither of us were counting seconds, but at least 30 must have passed with Carrie permitting several small moans of satisfaction to emerge before opening her eyes and pulling away. 

"How was that, people? Good?"

"Oh, yes" I murmured, releasing my hand from my self-pleasure. Sheryl took a second to reacquaint herself. "More than good." she said. "Just great."

"Wow, that felt better than I thought!" Carrie said. "You guys should try it sometime." She relaxed back up against the wall with a satisfied smile on her face. A subdued, heated intensity was beginning to envelop the cool evening. We sat for a moment with lazy smiles covering our faces.

"Sheryl" I said.

"Yes, babe?" Her voice was low and hoarse as she lazily turned to me, her head resting on her propped up hand.

"Truth or dare, hon?" 

She paused a second before shifting over until she was sitting right next to me. "Dare." Her voice was almost a whisper. She looked down in the water right at where my penis would be if it was visible. 

"I dare you....to pinch your nipples and play with them for one minute while telling us about one of your favorite sexual fantasies."

She was expressionless for a second before speaking. "Wouldn't it be more fun if I pinched your nipples, or Carrie's?" Her eyes drearily wandered over my naked flesh.

She did have a point. However, I felt like I would cum if either of them even touched me so I took the other option. "OK then...play with Carrie's nipples."

Without a word, she slid over to Carrie, who looked at her, eyes mixed with curiosity and eagerness. Sheryl knelt in front of Carrie and gazed into her eyes. I shifted over to get a better view. Sheryl's fingers rose and came to rest on Carrie's breasts. She took each puffy nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began slowly twisting them from side to side. Carrie silently looked into Sheryl's eyes, allowing her to play. Sheryl continued for a moment then began to speak in a low, husky voice:

"One of my favorite sexual fantasies is being watched while I take a shower. A man is peeping into my bathroom window from outside and doesn't think I know....but I do. I intentionally leave the blinds up so he can get a good view. Facing away from the window, I let my robe fall and slide my panties down over my legs, bending deeply so he can get a good look at my ass. Then I turn and slowly enter the shower, leaving the curtain wide open. I let the water cascade over my body while I run my fingers through my wet hair, closing my eyes, exposing my entire body to him...."

Carrie stared deeply into Sheryl's eyes, fighting to keep her composure. Sheryl's eyes drifted back and forth between Carrie's breasts and her eyes, her fingers alternately pinching and pulling Carrie's hardening nipples, occasionally pausing to cup her heavy breasts. Her voice was low and passionate:

"...Then I begin soaping up my breasts, taking my time, lingering on my nipples a little longer than I need to, pulling on them just like I'm doing to yours now, massaging my breasts like this...feeling the soft skin under my hands, loving the sexy sensations flowing through my body....I know he enjoys watching me as much as I like showing him. I picture him pulling out his hard cock and stroking it while looking at my breasts, wanting to touch them and taste them himself...."

Carrie's eyes remained riveted on Sheryl and a small moan escaped her lips as Sheryl mimicked the actions on Carrie's breasts. I became the man in her story and began stroking my cock under the water, gazing upon them both. I didn't even mind if they knew I was doing it. 

"....I slide my hands down over my stomach and lather the soap on my thighs, circling slowly toward my pussy. I feel the soap running down my legs and imagine it's the man's juice, or maybe he's even peeing on me in the shower...mmm, I like that...I picture him there with me in the shower as my hands reach my pussy and start playing, circling toward my clit...."

Sheryl was now cupping Carrie's enflamed breasts and massaging them deeply. "He leans forward and takes my hard nipple into his mouth, like this..." She flipped her hair aside and took Carrie's left nipple in her mouth, first sucking on it deeply, then tonging the hardened nub with short, crisp strokes. I moved closer to them, my hand continuing it's steady pulse up and down my shaft.

"Oh, Sheryl!" Carrie whispered as a look of rapture crossed her face. She held Sheryl's head lightly against her breast for the full minute or so that Sheryl was there, kissing and licking her left nipple as her hand teased the other with provocative probes and pinches. After she was finished she resumed her hand pampering of Carrie's orbs. 

"... I look down at the man's cock and admire how hard it is. I ask him to stroke it for me while I play with my pussy...I want to watch him masturbate, to see his heavy balls hanging as he looks at my tits and pussy and jerks off...."

Carries eyes were closed and she was softly moaning, her breasts pushed out against Sheryl's hands as she reveled in the fantasy. 

"Do you want to see his cock too, Carrie? Do you want to see him play with it?...

"Mmm, hmmm...." Carrie moaned wistfully.

"Say it Carrie..say you want to see it..." Sheryl's voice was a whisper.

"I want it...I want to see his cock, Sheryl... I want to..". 

Sheryl cast a quick sideways glance in my direction. Closing the final few feet of distance between us, I slowly rose to my feet to allow the girls an unimpeded view of my enlarged penis, warm and smooth under the lavish attention it was receiving from my hands. I pushed my pelvis forward and glided slowly up and down my shaft, from the tip down to the base of my balls while my other hand cupped the puffy sacs below and rolled them gently through my fingers. Carrie's eyes eased open and came to rest on my heated self pleasure. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips parted and emitted deep, yet gentle exhales. I could see from this position that under the water her hand was in the area of her crotch and she appeared to be masturbating.

"There it is, Carrie...There's his cock, just for you...Do you like it?"

"yes...ohhh, god...yes..." She moaned almost inaudibly.

"Do you want to touch it, Carrie? Do you want to suck it?...Or do you want me to?" Sheryl spoke to her almost as if she was a child. Carrie let out a prolonged, slow moan before answering.

"....you."

"OK, honey.....I'll kiss it for you..." Sheryl released her hands from Carrie's chest and kneeled before me in the tub, her eyes riveted to my penis the entire time. I released my hands and offered myself completely to Sheryl.

She grasped the shaft with her left hand and glanced at me for a split second before letting her lips come to rest on the top portion of my balls. She kissed that tender spot and allowed her tongue to travel downward, over my balls and down to my crotch, stiffening it and prodding into the soft area between my balls and anus. He hand began a slow, milking motion over my shaft, already moist from the water and a thin layer of pre-cum. It was my turn to moan now as Sheryl's talented extremities did their work. My eyes drifted to Carrie, who was now squeezing and playing with her breast. I could now make out the small patch of brown hair between her legs under the water as her other hand slipped and slid in and around the area. She looked as heavenly as I felt.

Sheryl's mouth opened and took in my balls with one simultaneous motion, sucking and moaning into them, one hand continuing to milk my shaft while another finger probed down between my cheeks, seeking out that most sensitive entrance therein. 

"Yes, Sheryl...yes.." I moaned huskily. 

Her finger located its target and slowly slipped its way inside the deep passage, working its way in to its full length. 

"Oh, God!" I gasped. My knees weakened and a felt an orgasm begin rushing through the length of my cock. With expert timing, Sheryl wrapped her lips around my shaft and started sucking just as the first jets of semen spewed forth and coated her awaiting tongue and throat. She moaned loudly and emitted audible swallowing noises as she tried to keep up with the flow from my unloading member. "Uhhhhh..." I cried, tensing my asshole around her finger with each stream I shot into her rapidly filling stomach.

"Ah,ah,ah...ah....AH...." Carrie was approaching orgasm herself. I reveled in her moans of ecstasy as my orgasm slowed and hers grew into fruition.

"Oh...Oh GOD, YES!!....YES!!!" She came with such intensity that I continued sliding my cock in and out of Sheryl's mouth just to enjoy the sensation along with her as she cried out loud: "Oh, Baby!..Oh, Yes..Sheryl, Baby!....Goddd, yes!" she cried. After a full minute of pleasure she slowed and gradually came to rest, laying spent in the tub. 

Sheryl released me and I sunk down on my knees next to her. We were quiet for a long time, collecting ourselves and catching our breath. Sheryl moved back to the wall and smiled, seemingly quite satisfied with the scene she had created. After a long moment, Carrie spoke first.

"So Cheryl, babe...you never did finish telling us what happened with Kaylie that day."

"I think that'll have to wait until our next trip, dear.... give you something to look forward to." A wink and a devilish smile crossed Sheryl's face as she spoke.

"Mmmm, can't wait....But for now, I think a little repayment is in order." Carrie's breasts heaved and jiggled as she rose and waded in Sheryl's direction. I lay back, enjoying my first view of Carrie's naked behind, and considered myself just for a moment the luckiest man on the planet.......



Tiny Coercive



I am using 'Coercive' in the title as a noun which apparently makes no sense, but it works for me.

Story is set around 1875, with some literary license. A midget from an isolated village, where she'd suffered relentless teasing, is hired as a servant. She is coerced into lesbian sex by a loving black maid and her cane wielding midget madam (good cop bad cop scenario). Eventually her nympho nature, combined with her desperate realization of never finding a husband, leads with some deception down a different path.

Part I

Olivia wiped a tear, as the wagon rolled by the last few ramshackle homes of her village. Her mind was churning with the sensations and memories of her life, especially the merciless teasing she had suffered over the years, about her stature. She began to wonder how she would be treated in the big city.

The driver was an occasional visitor to her village, buying cottage-industry products for his business. He had spoken to her mother many times over the past year and earlier today they had agreed for him to take her on as a household servant in his home. The wages would be paid mostly to her widowed mother who was unable to support a nineteen year old midget with no marriage prospects, along with seven younger normal sized siblings.

After traveling a ways, the horses pulling the heavily loaded wagon began labouring harder, as they approached a hilltop range crowned by pine trees. The trees on that ridge had been the visual outer limit of her entire life, crossed only in her day dreams. As the road curved into the forest, she caught a glimpse of the entire valley and her village, including the mill on the river where her father had been killed in a terrible accident three short years ago.

"Papa," She cried bursting into tears.

"You saw the mill didn't you?" She nodded wiping her tears, "Sorry about you Pa."

The other side of the ridge turned out to be more of the same; except for a railway crossing where they stopped, while a belching black monster thundered by. Her employer dismounted holding the bridles to calm the horses until the noise reduced to the click-clack of the last cars and then subsided. She had listened to those distant whistles all her life but this was the first time she had actually seen one of those wonders of modern innovation.

Later they stopped at a blacksmith shop in a village, to have a noisy wheel greased. While waiting, some children began to taunt her, with the usual hurtful remarks about her size. Her employer got extremely angry, slapping one, chasing them away. When he took the reins again, she quietly thanked him. He just grunted while cracking the whip, talking only to the horses during the rest of the trip. Despite his gruff exterior the incident cheered her up a little; being protected from ridicule was something only her family had done in the past. Maybe in his household she would be sheltered from abuse and treated like any other human being.

It was still daylight when they arrived at a large country house on the outskirts of the city. "Wait in the wagon until I find the stable boy," he grumbled. She sat staring at the huge stone house until he returned and lifted her down. He then helped her up the five steps to the front door, she could have negotiated herself. After letting her in, he left closing the door behind him. She was in a large foyer with a sweeping staircase and several doorways.

"Ah, the new wench, I am the lady of the house, you will refer to me as madam."

Olivia gasped in disbelief, staring at a midget about her own height, wearing absolutely nothing. The woman appeared to be in her late thirties, with pale white skin and nearly black hair swept up in a bun. Her breasts were full and the lower part of her somewhat distended belly was dominated by an expansive hairy triangle. She had beautiful almond eyes but thick distinctive eyebrows, a firm jaw and her overbearing mannerism, left her with a strict appearance. Olivia, frozen to the floor, stared absolutely petrified; hoping she was having a bad dream.

"What's wrong wench, have you never seen another midget?" Olivia bashfully averted her eyes.

"I...I'm...sorry madam but you...you're naked; yes...no I never. My...my name is,is,is Olivia."

"Follow me wench!" She obeyed; following in a trance, trying not so watch the madam's large cheeks roll and quiver with each step. They walked a long hallway, through a large kitchen and then into a gloomy pantry; stocked with dry goods, cleaning implements, linens, a small table and a wooden tub. "Undress yourself wench!" Her harsh commanding tone could not be refused, like a sergeant she'd once heard bellowing orders at his troops in the village. "Did you hear me wench? I said ...get...it...off! All of it...now!"

Olivia's mind churned in desperation between terrified obedience and moral refusal; but hopelessly trapped she had no place to turn. Bewildered and trembling with fear, she slowly removed her frock and then carefully folded it on a table the madam pointed to. "Petticoat, bloomers, off with them; now!" She cowered under the woman's fierce stare, as her fingers nervously fumbled with hooks and ties, slowly exposing her nakedness. Her face was by now flushed crimson, her cheeks bathed with tears; no one except her mother and sisters had ever seen her naked. The madam leered unashamedly, while nodding her approval. "Sandra," she yelled, a naked full figured Negro female about twenty-five entered.

"Yes madam," she curtsied deeply.

"Burn this pile of rags in the cook stove." She pointed at the clothing, her eyes remaining fixated on Olivia's nude body.

"Yes madam, at once." She snatched them up, curtsied deeply again and left the room. Olivia squeezing her thighs together, hunched over while bashfully covering her vagina and breasts.

"But, but madam, I have nothing else to wear what...what do I?" The madam, staring stiffly interrupted her sharply, while pointing at a cane hanging on the wall.

"Hand me that cane wench!" Olivia, maintaining her awkward posture hobbled to the wall, carefully lifted it off its hook, and then returning handed it to her; still covering her vagina, then her breasts again. In her befuddled state of mind she had no idea what the cane was for. "Turn around, bend over and clasp your thighs! Now wench! Arch your back; more...more; spread your feet wider...aaah." She took a deep audible breath, "ah yes wench, that's absolutely perfect; never...forget...this position." Olivia obeyed, adjusting her body as ordered, nervously digging her fingers into her flesh as she cringed in humiliation. She had never suffered physical discipline and had no idea why she was ordered to adopt this position.

She shuddered realizing that her crotch, that most intimate part of her body was now wide open; her vagina, her anus, exposed to the madam's eyes for whatever she had in mind. She heard an unfamiliar swish, and screamed in terrified shock and pain, as the cane slashed across and deep into her soft fleshy globes. She instinctively rose, clutching them with her hands, screaming in agony. "Get those hands back where they belong wench...or...I'll lash you to within an inch of your life!" She promptly resumed her position and then suffered three more strokes. She winced and cried with each stroke, desperately afraid to soothe her burning flesh.

The madam then tenderly caressed both cheeks. "You got four instead of three for failing to maintain your position. Ah, there's plenty of supple flesh here, wench." She slapped each cheek lightly several times and then dug her fingers deep into each globe, groping and caressing, soothing the pain somewhat, while breathing deeply. "Face me wench!" Olivia rose and turned around, clutching her cheeks. "Ah, ah wench...hands off the flesh and relish the consequences of disobeying your madam!" She quickly moved her hands.

"Let this be a warning, never speak without being spoken to and never ever...question my orders! Any violation will result in you getting more of this!" She flexed the cane, bouncing Olivia's breasts with the curve, "is that clearly understood?" She spoke assuming a superior air; one eyebrow raised; her expression changing suddenly to sweet, briefly to arrogant, followed then by a sweet adoring smile.

"Yes...madam." She whimpered, her voice trembling through a flood of tears; asshe became even more confused by the madam's variable moods. As the shock wore off, realizing her privates were exposed, she hunched over and timidly covered up again.

"Look me in the eyes and get those hands up behind your neck...now!" Her face turned fierce again, while slapping the palm of her hand with the cane for emphasis. "Unless or course you'd like to bend over again." She sighed, her eyes glowing, breaking into a wistful smile, visibly eager to wield the cane again. She began stroking it slowly in the palm of one hand, like a fiddlerbowing a violin. Olivia quickly moved her hands as ordered, hunched over averting her eyes in shame and fear of that ominous instrument of pain. "Always look me in the eyes wench, when I speak to you! Stand up straight, push out your chest, shoulders back, and hips forward!" She slapped her palm again displaying that intimidating smile; clearly relishing her authority while her eyes focused at length on Olivia's uncovered genitals. She then took a deep breath, lingering on Olivia's now proudly displayed breasts and caught her eyes again as she resumed stroking the violin.

"Something wrong wench? Are we ashamed of showing our naked body?" She flipped one of Olivia's breasts with the cane, making her gasp. "I'm proud of mine. Spread your feet and thrust out your pelvis more. More!" Olivia obeyed, straining to achieve the required stance, as the madam stared at her vagina and then, traced the tip of the cane through her pubic curls.

"I've...I've never been b...bare-naked, before a stranger madam."

"You're in my service now; your life is about me and nothing else; so...as oftoday, I'm not a stranger, or do you still think so?" She continued to tracethe cane through her curls.

"No madam I'm...I'm in your service; my...my madam is not a...a stranger."

"So...is it alright now for your madam to look at and touch your naked body?" The cane moved up and flipped each breasts; again making her gasp, not from pain but fear of the ominous threat it represented to her burning behind.

"Yes...yes madam," she answered barely audible, while the cane again rearranges her curls.

"What is that wench? I can't hear you!"

"Yes my madam, can see and feel my n...naked b...b...body." The cane moved inbetween her thighs; she gasped as it lodged in, and moved from side to side flipping her inner labial lips.

"That's much better, now...thank me for caning you and tell me why...you deserved it?" She leered at her vagina again, as the cane moved back up to her bush;making her gasp again, as the point glanced her clitoris.

"Thank you...for...for caning me madam." Her head was spinning; leaving her totally perplexed and unable to focus on right or wrong. Then an irrational quirk in her brain encouraged perhaps by the lingering pain, convinced her to apologize sincerely. "I'm truly sorry; please forgive me madam. I...I must be obedient and... and do what madam tells me or I deserve to be...to be caned."

Despite her sincere apology, she desperately fought the urge to cringe in reaction to the humiliating exposure of her privates, violating the most sacre rule of moral behaviour in her upbringing. Not only was she naked but the posture demanded, prominently displayed her most intimate areas to the madam's arrogant stare. Then inexplicably, something in her rattled brain conspired against her better judgement, conjuring up a notion that the madam, as her employer was within her rights and she was being ungrateful by assuming she was being abused. She deserved to be caned then; but how could she have known? She felt dizzy, nearly passing out from conflicting thoughts swirling in her head.

"Very well wench, now...get on your knees. Place your hands in the praying position, finger tips on your chin and eyes on the floor." She obeyed, still trembling nearly loosing her balance kneeling; under the illusion now that she was duty bound to obey. "There's no need to be afraid, wench...as long as you mind my orders. Repeat after me, I am a common household wench and I will obey all orders, no matter what I'm told to do. You will look at me while answering!" Olivia's voice cracked several times, while tearfully repeating the words; as she watched her madam, savouring every word, stroking that menacing cane.

"Ah, you are improving wench; now like I told you, never speak unless spoken to. If you have a question, fall to your knees, as you are now but with eyes on the floor and wait until I give you permission to look up and speak but if the question is frivolous you'll be caned." She flexed the cane smiling wistfully."You may get up, now look in the next room and tell me what you see," she pointed with the cane to a curtained doorway. Olivia breathed a little easier with the threat of the cane seemingly gone; she got up and pulled the curtain, peering in the room.

"There's a potty madam and some pails and cloths." "Alright get up here!" She tapped a milking stool with the cane. Olivia quickly clambered up and after a penetrating stare, assumed the required stance again, spreading her feet as much as the stool allowed.

She tucked the cane into her armpit and proceeded to fondle and squeeze her body, digging her fingers almost painfully into her flesh. "Very shapely you are, beautiful body: waspy waists," she spanned it with thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and twisting her body one way and the other; "wide curvaceous hips," her hands palmed down clutching the widest part, again twisting her body; "and thick sculptured thighs," Clasped one thigh between her hands, she rolled its flesh, then repeating with the other thigh.

She then palmed her breasts, squeezing, rotating, lifting and then kissed her nipples, sucking and nibbling each gently. "What delicious firm breasts you have; very unusual pear-fruit shapes." She took several deep breaths and then traced their shapes with a finger, tapping each underneath to watch them bounce.

"You are very beautiful aren't you?" She caught her eyes, flashing a tender smile." Olivia stopped trembling in response to the pleasant tone and tried to kneel on the stool to reply. "It's alright wench...you may answer standing, when I...ask the question."

"Thank you madam, many people say I'm...pretty." Having been raised not to revel in compliments about her looks, she timidly cocked her head, batting her eyelashes. It did make her feel warm all over, even forgetting about the unwarranted groping and her sore flesh. The madam stood back and motioned her to turn around. Olivia thought she was being caned again but instead her buttocks and thighs were caressed, particularly the inner thighs near her crotch.

"Wonderful round globes, a lot like mine," she kneaded them, slapping bothlightly, "nice supple flesh; you're very strong aren't you?" "Yes madam, stronger than many average size people, even some boys." She smiled shyly over her shoulder; for the moment feeling at ease with her madam's shameless physical inspection.

"Deep rib cage too, good lungs, you'll be able to perform for extended periods; yes, you'll serve our needs just fine; we'll make good use of you." She pointed to a mattress on the floor; "there is your bed; you will never leave this room, unless ordered by me or Sandra. You know about the potty and water to wash with. You will wash your body daily; I can't stomach body odours and I will use the cane to enforce that.

One more thing, you will curtsy and bow whenever I enter of leave, failing to do so is a three lash routine; every room in the house is fitted with a cane.Here," she handed her the cane and pointed at the hook. Olivia stepped off the stool and hung it up and then faced her madam again in the required stance. "Also, Sandra is the number one housekeeper, she will assign your duties and you will follow her orders like mine. She can recommend you be caned, if you don't measure up"

She held Olivia's chin, wiping a tear with her thumb while smiling tenderly, before kissing her forehead and wet rosy cheeks. "Yes...you are so very pretty. Olive skin and blond hair is a rare combination. The long hair has to go; you know how to set it up in a bun?" She stroked a strand reaching her breast, with a tender loving smile and then carefully draped it behind her shoulder.

"Yes Madam I...I know how to...to do that." She took a deep breath and pointed at the door. Olivia hurried to open it while curtsying deeply and smiling;strangely, almost in admiration of the woman. After closing the door she sat on the mattress in the windowless pantry, onlydimly lit by a small pane in the door to the kitchen. How could her madam be so cruel and then kiss her so tenderly. The affectionate gestures had made her feel cozy all over and she somehow sensed that the madam was about to embrace her, before she abruptly left.

She heard the sharp sound of the cane ring out five times in the kitchen, then the loud slaps of a hand-spanking. The other servant must have done something wrong. She rubbed her own cheeks, not too sore now and wiped a tear. Not wanting to be caned again she resolved to work extra hard to please her madam.

The madam had called her body shapely and beautiful and she didn't know that her breasts were unusual. She had always taught it natural that the little buds she first developed stayed the same and her breasts just seemed to grow under them. Many people had said she was pretty but she wondered why her body was beautiful. No one but her own family had of course ever seen her with out the frock.

She wondered what she meant by: `performing and serving our needs and we are going to make good use of you.' Who else was going to use her and for what? Did she mean housework? She'd heard of women having sex with each other; was that what she meant? Was the black maid going to use her too? Her head began to spin as she thought of the master. She shuddered...that big gruff bearded man who hired her. Was he going to see her naked and touch her body or worse...have his way with her? There would be nothing she could do but submit or run from the house. She shuddered again: run bare-naked! Remembering that her mother had taught her that sex was only for married couples, she relaxed; her master was already married to the madam, so how could he have sex with her?

She had never thought she'd ever find a husband; no one in the village would marry a midget and no prince on his great white charger had emerged from her dreams to spirit her away. She had believed until yesterday that she'd always live at home; since her mother had refused many offers from travelling circuses to employ her.

She began breathing deeply to relax, curling up hugging herself; perhaps doing it with other females wasn't so bad; was that really sex? Curiosity about the curls arriving down there at puberty had led to more exploration and soon regular masturbation. She suffered extreme guilt about it for a long time, even believing that she was possessed by evil spirits. She had listened to some older women in the village talking about exorcising evil spirits but she would have to admit that she was doing it and she could never do that. Despite those fears, she had been unable to resist the urge for more than a few days; it was a reprieve from the ridicule she suffered in the village. Now she was faced with a situation she had no control over. What were the madam's intentions? She had a feeling there would be more than touching and groping. Maybe women just fingered each other; what else could they do? The madam had touched her in an intimate manner but not her vagina, at least not with her fingers; so was that sex? She began to cry again, shaking uncontrollably; how could this have happened to her? What else would be done to her in this house?




Tiny



Several minutes passed before I finally moved over between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Are you hard already?" she asked.

I smile, "Have been for a while now."

"Oh... and you just kept playing?" she asked.

"Yeah, I was enjoying myself."

She grinned, "It was nice. You're really good with your hands and mouth."

She looked down and saw my little cock pointing right at her. I placed my arms to her sides, holding myself up. My heart had increased significantly now that I was lying between her legs. I was excited. I could hardly wait to see what it felt like to slide inside her. She put her hands up on my chest and traced her fingers around my muscles and abs.

"You're shaking?" she said.

"I'm just excited."

"I understand, Steven. Well... go ahead... I'm ready for you," she said, smiling.

It was the moment I'd been waiting for, for a long time. I looked down at her body and down at my throbbing cock. It was only a few inches from her sex. All I had to do is move forward and I would enter her and my virginity would be gone. I couldn't believe how fast my heart was racing and I hadn't even entered her yet. I looked up at my stepmother's face and she encouraged me with her eyes.

I eased forward and the tip of my cock made contact with her sex. It was hot and my breath caught in my throat as the head passed into her wet tunnel. The next three inches eased into her and our bodies came together. I didn't move, basking in the experience and the heat and sensation on my little cock. I was no longer a virgin.

She put her arms around me and pulled me down onto her chest and together we laid like that for several seconds as my heart pounded and my breathing was quickened.

"There you go, it's okay, just breathe," she said in my ear, caressing my back.

"It... feels... amazing," I said between pants.

"Good, it's supposed to."

I knew I was supposed to be moving, thrusting in and pulling out but I was just caught in the moment and hadn't moved since I slid into her body. She was so patient and understanding I was amazed how empathetic she was to me. The sensations going through me were surreal. Not only was my cock in heaven, feeling her breasts and naked body under mine, it was a total body experience. I felt hot all over and tingly.

She encouraged me again with her hands, rubbing my back and down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and putting her long legs around me. I got the hint and pulled my cock out until I could only feel my head inside her wet sex. I thrust back in and my vision went blurry. It was everything I thought I would be. It felt unreal. She cooed as my body hit hers again and I pulled back out. My breathing and heart rate never calmed down. I was just too excited.

Even after the blowjob and the massive climax, I could feel my body approaching climax. I never have had an issue with pre-mature ejaculation when I masturbate but having sex for the first time made me feel as if I did. My balls snugged right up to my body and it was just so stimulating I was going to lose it soon.

"That's it, Steven, keep going... that's perfect," Julie was saying as she held me.

"I'm... going... to... cum... soon," I breathed.

"Good, cum inside of me, don't stop," she encouraged.

It hadn't been very long since I first entered her but I couldn't stop it from coming. She didn't want me to stop or slow down so I kept thrusting until I couldn't hold it. My cock began to ejaculate and that was when I felt the most incredible sensation. It was totally different then my hand or her mouth. My ejaculating cock was encapsulated in her warm, wet insides as it came and the added stimulation on my head and shaft was phenomenal. I groaned and shook as my cock sprayed forth and kept contracting over and over. My hearing faded out and my vision blurred as the pleasure was off the charts. I finally collapsed onto Julie, panting and overcome with pleasure. She held me, rubbed my back as my body continued to flinch and contract from the aftereffects of my first time.

**

I got very wet and turned on again as Steven sucked and nibbled on my breasts and fingered my sex. His hands were very gifted and I lost track of time, just enjoying the pampering. It was nice to feel worshiped and to have a man so present to my needs again. Suddenly, I felt him slide over my leg and his body was between my legs as he held himself over me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I shouldn't have been surprised to learn he was already hard. He was, after all, only twenty. He looked so excited so eager to finally lose his virginity, he had apparently been hard for some time but continued to play, which I found endearing.

I put my hands up on his chest and the poor boy was shaking he was so excited. I could feel his heart beating so fast in his chest I thought it might come through. I smiled at him, and told him to go ahead and that I was ready. In reality, after his hands and mouth, I was probably ready for a baseball bat. He hesitated as if he was thinking about something or just stuck in the moment. Finally he moved forward and I felt a little tickle on my lips and our bodies came together. His face showed extreme pleasure and I figured he had entered me but wasn't totally sure. He froze and I could feel his body shaking and his heart hadn't settled down. I could feel it pounding on my chest.

I caressed his back and told him to breathe. I wished I could have shared in his experience a little better. He seemed so excited and in the grips of ecstasy he'd never felt before. For me it was unfortunately different. It just felt like he was lying on top of me naked. I felt something between my legs but nothing significant enough to categorize as good.

I finally had to encourage him to move, or he might have laid their indefinitely. Using my hands, I rubbed his back and finally grabbed his ass and moved my legs around his. He finally started moving, rising up so he was barely off of me and then back down. I felt a little brush of something on my labia, one side then the other but I was horrified for him because he was doing nothing for me. I couldn't help but think of other women and what it would take for them to do this in a long term relationship.

Somehow he was stimulated though, I couldn't quite explain that. He started moaning and breathing heavier as if he was already nearing his climax. To urge him on, I told him he to keep going and that it was perfect. It was an innocent lie, to make him feel good. He said he was going to cum and I was grateful, telling him to continue and not stop. A few seconds later he began to climax and that was when I started feeling more pleasure. His amazing load from before was duplicated inside my vagina, filling me up where his cock had not. It kept spraying inside of me until I was full and then began to ooze out around his shaft and down to my butt. The warm, thick semen felt good and I felt full for a short time at least.

He quivered and shook, groaning as he came and I held him tight, giving him his first experience he so desperately wanted.

I had gone through with it and I think pulled it off without him suspecting that I didn't enjoy it as well. He finally rolled off of me and lay their staring up at the ceiling in a sort of daze. His semen was running out of me and it was a lot. There was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Julie, that was, that was awesome!" he blurted.

"It sure was. So how's if feel to not be a virgin?" I asked him.

"Again, so awesome!"

I giggled and smiled at him but didn't move.

"Umm... can you find that towel again?" I asked, looking at him and then down my body.

"Oh... yeah, sorry."

I put it under me and excused myself to go to the bathroom. It took a few minutes before I felt empty enough to go back and get dressed. I felt good about what I had done. I had no guilt and didn't even consider it cheating on Roger. I was more concerned about helping Steven. I hoped the experience would give him the confidence he needed.

I got dressed and he thanked me, giving me a big hug and saying how much he appreciated what we did.

"I'm glad, Steven, but that was it... I want you to find a girl. This can't happen again. Is that clear?"

"Oh totally, I get it. I'm not going to give up... I promise."

"Good."

I turned to leave and he walked me to the door. Just as I was about to open it a knock sounded on the other side.

I opened it to find a petite, beautiful brunette standing there, looking anxious.

"Jenny?" Steven said from behind me.

"Oh, you have company," Jenny said.

"I was just leaving... I'm his stepmom, just came to visit," I said, trading places with the nice looking girl.

This put Jenny right in front of Steven. She looked nervous and so did he. I remembered what he had told me had happened the last time they saw each other. I stayed for a little longer outside his door, waiting for one of them to speak. She finally did.

"Steven, I owe you an apology... I was... I was way out of line," she began and I closed the door after smiling at my stepson.

I had high hopes for him and Jenny. Especially if she came back to apologize. With a grin on my face and quickness in my step, I hurried to my car. I was hoping Roger was home when I got back because I needed a real cock and I needed it badly.