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You've Got Mail

By: xPinkxStarsx



***My first story. Comments are appreciated to help improve writings. Thanks!!***

I woke up one morning and signed on to AOL as I always do to check my email. The familiar voice saying "You've Got Mail" didn't surprise me; I always had mail. Almost all of it was junk but the last message caught my eye; It was a message from a website I had an account in. 

Curious, I double clicked to find a message from an older man finding interest in my profile and in me and wanting an email back. He gave me a brief description of his looks: 6'3, Blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders.

At first I wasn't interested, but figured I would give him the common courtesy of replying. "Hey thanks for the email but I'm not exactly interested in anything right now. Thanks though!"

I figured that would be good. I really wasn't interested in some online role-playing or whatever it was he wanted. I'm 18 years old and that just seemed to be like I was lowering myself and my standards. Many see me as pretty, even beautiful. I never used to believe it until I started to see myself in a new light. I have long chocolate brown hair reaching to the middle of my back, fair skin and beautiful green eyes.

I'm only 5'2 and considerably shorter than most girls. I'm not the skinniest of girls either and I have curves with a large chest and round ass. Both were assets that ex boyfriends had loved.

It only took about 20 minutes to get another respond from him. His name is Leo and he let me know that he wasn't interested in any online cybering and just that he wanted to get to know me. 

He didn't sound too dangerous so I let him know my name and told him about some of my interests. Back and forth we messaged for a few days which turned quickly into weeks and then into months. 

After about 2 months, we knew everything about each other. He's 40 years old and works as an English professor at a nearby college. 

He's not married and has no kids and works out regularly to stay fit. We also got into sexual fantasies and found that we have many of the same interests. 

He's a Dom. and I'm submissive and we love the thought of father daughter role-playing and frequently read stories online reflecting such. This connection as well as our budding friendship made us want to meet in person. 

We scheduled for a Friday and set to meet at a bookstore/cafe.

I took a shower about 2 hours before the time we were to get together. In the shower the water ran over my skin and down my chest; in between my breasts. The water felt so good and my skin began to tingle. 

I washed all over, massaging my breasts as I went and my nipples perked up. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and I could feel my little clit buzzing with anticipation. 

I wasn't exactly expecting sex but with our erotic conversations, I had so many thoughts about him. I brought my hand down my stomach and then down to my smooth mound. I always kept it clean shaven and most of the men I've dated seemed to appreciate it. 

I quickly stroked my sensitive clit and a small moan escaped my mouth. I could feel my pussy getting wet with my hot juices and for a second forgot that I was on a time schedule and had to get moving.

I wasn't able to get myself off, but I was able to pleasure myself enough for then.

I quickly turned the water off and dashed to my room to get dressed. I was going for casual but sexy and managed to do so after trying on several different outfits. 

I went with nice fitting jeans with a brown tank top, beaded on the top with just a little bit of lace bordering the chest line and bottom. My white lace push up bra and matching thong worked perfectly. 

I applied my usual makeup and let my hair stay down straight. With one last look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and grabbed my keys. 

I was sitting at a small table for two when I saw him come in. He looked just like he described and even better than I saw in pictures. 

He saw me instantly and smiled; I smiled back and got up to greet him. A quick kiss on the cheek and we sat down and started small talk. 

Butterflies in my stomach fluttered and sent sensations all the way to my pussy. I was getting wet again and I could feel it as I crossed my legs. For our first encounter, there weren't any awkward silences and we laughed and chatted for nearly an hour and a half before we realized how much time had passed. 

The sun had set and he asked me if I wanted to go back to his apartment and we could order dinner or watch a movie. 

I agreed and got into my car to follow him. The whole ride to his apartment I was trying to stroke my clit to relieve myself as best as I could because I knew if I didn't things may heat up and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. I turned off my car in his parking lot and he came to open my door. 'Such a gentlemen!' I thought to myself. I guess chivalry really isn't dead. 

Once I got out I realized he had a hard-on and his pants weren't hiding it too well. I pretended not to notice; the last thing I wanted to do was mortify him tonight. We got up to his apartment and settled into the couch to watch a movie. We couldn't decide right off what to watch so I told him to get the scariest movie he had, at least then I'd be able to be close to him with an excuse of being scared. 

His arm rested on the back of the couch behind me respectively as the movie went on. I jumped several times and hid my face in his chest when there was blood and gore. 

He held his hand on my back and whispered into my ear "Is daddy's little girl scared?" 

I looked up at him with curious eyes, wondering if that had been what he really said. In the corner of my eye, I noticed his dick growing slowly in his pants and he smiled at me. I nodded my head, feeling like I had lost my voice. 

"Would you like to sit in Daddy's lap baby so I can hold you tighter so you won't be so scared?" 

I nodded again and felt him pull me into his lap; his dick pressing against my ass hard. 

'Oh my God!' I thought, 'He feels so big!'.

He held his arms around my waist tightly and protectively. Whispering into my ear again he said, "Do you feel that honey?".

He bounced me a little on his lap to indicate he was talking about his hard-on. 

I said in a small voice, even softer than a whisper "Yes Daddy, I feel it." He smiled, since I would play along with him. 

"Do you know what that is?" I nodded and smiled a little. He smiled back at me and said "Do you know why it's hard?"

I shook my head again but this time looked deep into his eyes. 

"Right now, I am excited to be seeing you like this. You've become a beautiful woman and your body has taken shape. Your so beautiful baby just like your mother." 

I bit my lip a little as I found my pussy becoming more wet than it had been all day. He realized my arousal and asked me if I wanted to see his dick. I smiled innocently and nodded. He slowly unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his boxers. His dick popped out and was even longer than I had expected. 

It looked to be between 9 1/2 inches and 10 inches. It was full size now and was intimidating to me. In my life I have had sex multiple times but never sex with something as big. 

I realized my jaw had dropped when he gently put his hand on my chin and closed it for me. His touch on my face sent chills down my spine. He took my hand and brought it close to his hard cock and let my finger tips touch it softly. 

"Would you like to stroke my cock?" I said yes and took his cock in my hand, rubbing it up and down slowly and gently. I explored all of his dick with my fingers and felt some of his pre-cum on the tip. 

His breathing picked up and he had his hand on my back rubbing it. "That feels so good sweetie, want me to show you how good I can make you feel too?" 

My hand was still resting on his dick and I smiled; which he took to be a 'yes'. He told me we should move to the bedroom then, so that mommy wouldn't catch us if she came home early from work. He got up and pulled me up with him and brought me to his room.

When we got in, he turned me to face him and held my face in his hands. Slowly he brought his face close to mine and kissed my lips passionately, probing my mouth with his tongue.

I let mine slip into his mouth as we kissed for a few minutes. He left me breathless and I became slightly dizzy once his lips left mine. 

He laughed and gave me little kisses on my forehead, down to my cheeks and then down my neck, resting there. 

As he did so, he started to pull my tank top up over my head and unhooked my bra. He bent down and kissed down my chest and latched onto a nipple. I leaned my head back and let out small moans, my hands finding the back of his head and my fingers locking in his hair. 

He let go for a moment only to go to my other nipple, making sure they both get the same amount of attention. 

Little licks on my aureola and nibbling on my now very hard nipple. It felt so good, if he kept up with it, I could have came right there. 

Then he started to move lower even more and down onto his knees, unbuttoning my jeans with his hands and sliding them down to see my thong. He slipped that down next and started to lick my small mound and into the hood of my clit. 

My legs spread to allow more room for him to come in but he removed himself and stood up again. 

I had a look of desperation on my face and he just smiled and led me over to the bed and had me lay down. 

He moved on top of me and started kissing me with ferocity as I then pulled his shirt off and let my hands wander along his back and then shoulders, arms, and chest. 

He was beautifully built and my hands reached down to his pants; I unbuttoned his pants and he wriggled out of them and his boxers at the same time. 

His hot skin against mine made me more wet and I opened my legs to him. "Where do you want daddy's dick?" 

"In my pussy daddy, fuck my pussy!" He rubbed his dick up and down my wet slit and I felt the head of his dick brush against my now engorged clit which just made me more wet. 

He lifted my legs up, my knees touching my chest and my ankles resting on his shoulders and slowly pressed his dick into me. "Ohhhhh Daddy!" 

My pussy was so tight from not having sex for a while and his huge dick started stretching me open so he could slide in fully.

He pushed in slowly as to tease me a little and I just couldn't wait anymore. I started to thrust my hips to meet his dick, trying to get more into me although as soon as I did he pulled out all the way. "No please no put it back in." 

I pleaded, needing to be filled again, needing to be fucked mercilessly.

"You'll get it when I think you deserved it. Now I think its time for daddy to get some pleasure." 

He got up and laid next to me stroking my arm with his fingers, his dick sticking up vertically. I got up and kissed him on his mouth and then trailed down his chest and to his dick. I let my mouth rest on the tip softly and licked little strokes. I sucked more onto his head and slowly slid my tongue to the base of his cock and then back up the tip with small kisses. 

He let out little moans and said "That's it little girl, work daddy's dick." 

I took the head in my mouth again and started to move down, taking more in and sucking harder as I went. His hands found the back of my head and tangled his fingers in my hair, pushing my face down faster onto his cock and thrusting into my mouth.

I took all of his dick into my mouth and deep throated him till I gagged. Starting a steady rhythm of moving up and down his breath and moans were going along with what I was doing.

I sucked his dick harder, wrapping my tongue around his shaft and licking his pre-cum up as I went; loving the taste. 

I felt his body tense up and I knew he was about to cum; he gripped my hair and pulled it saying "Yes baby girl yes I'm cumming!" and shoved my face down onto his dick harder. 

His cum shot all down my throat and I swallowed it as it came. The taste was incredible and after he finished he let go of my head. I came back up to him licking my lips and smiling. 

He smiled back and we started kissing again; his dick getting harder as he was on top of me and it was resting between my thighs. My pussy was still wet and still needed release badly. 

Once his dick was to full attention again, he began to meet my needs and began to fuck me the way I wanted. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs. Standing, he slid his dick into my pussy and I let out a moan and told him to fuck me harder than he's ever fucked any girl before. 

His hands grabbed onto my hips and he began to thrust into me as hard as he could; his entire dick filling my pussy up. My juices dripped onto his dick and soon covered it. I reached down and played with my clit, rubbing it and feeling my climax coming. 

He could feel it too, my pussy was tightening and getting ready to explode. He grunted as his dick entered me and my tight pussy wrapped around him tighter and tighter. Within seconds I felt a rush in me and felt myself orgasming.

"I'm cumming daddy I'm cumming!!" He kept going harder and harder and my pussy clenched down hard on his dick and with one last thrust he shot his load deep in my pussy as I came hard all over his dick. He collapsed onto me, our bodies heaving, trying to get air into our lungs. He came onto the bed with me and I rested my head on his chest, his hand moving up and down on my back again softly. 

I looked up at him and he smiled that beautiful smile and told me how much he loved his little girl and how happy I made him. I smiled back and knew this wasn't going to be the last time.

You've Got Mail



"OK. I'm in."

Kevin looked over his friend's shoulder. "Who's e-mail account is that?"

"Simmons. The assistant superintendent," Tom replied.

"Why did you choose him?" Kevin asked.

"He's in charge of all the hiring and firing in the schools," Tom said. "Teachers. Principals. Everybody."

Tom was one of the school district's computer technicians. As such, he had access to the passwords of all employees. He, of all people, knew the consequences of his actions if he got caught. But Tom also knew he could easily get a another job tomorrow if he had to, probably for more money than the school district was paying him.

His friend Kevin was just along for the ride. They met in college and now, in their mid-twenties, spent their free time hacking and gaming.

"You have a plan, I assume," Kevin said.

"Oh, yeah," Tom said smugly. "My target is Michelle Adams, the new principal at Bates Elementary. She can't be much more than thirty one or thirty two. Her first year as principal was pretty rough, but she survived."

Tom opened up the assistant superintendent's calendar.

"See this meeting?" he asked Kevin, clicking on Tuesday of the following week. "That's with Michelle. It's to review the past year. Could be a little precarious for her. She doesn't know it yet, but Simmons is going to give her an opportunity to 'redeem' herself."

"How?" Kevin wanted to know.

"You've never seen her, have you?" Tom said.

Kevin shook his head.

"Blonde with a model's body. Gorgeous face. Any straight man would fuck her in the middle of Main Street if they had a chance."

Kevin watched Tom start a new e-mail message from Simmons' account. He addressed it to Michelle, put 'Year-end review' in the subject line, and dropped down to the body of the message.

Tom typed: 'Michelle, On Tuesday we will meet to review the past year at Bates. The superintendent and I have watched your progress closely. Needless to say, there were bumps along the road. I know you can do better. Tuesday is your opportunity to show me what you've got.'

Tom inserted a smiley emoticon, despite Kevin's pleading not to do it.

He continued: 'Come prepared to demonstrate your desire to succeed as a principal. More than anybody, I want this to work.'

Tom reviewed the e-mail one more time before clicking the Send button.

"God, Tom. That's bribery. There's only one way for Michelle to read that," Kevin said. "And what if she replies to him?"

"No problem," Tom said calmly. "I've set up a rule in the system that any e-mail from her to him goes into a special folder first. I'll capture those, weed out the replies I don't want him to see, and go from there."

Kevin shook his head in disbelief.

Then Tom told him, "And we'll see everything that happens during the meeting?"

Kevin looked puzzled. "We will?"

"Last weekend I installed a miniature security camera in the corner of Simmons' office. Whatever happens, we'll catch it on the live feed."

Kevin's mouth fell open. "With audio?"

Tom chuckled. "No. But who needs audio if we get what I think we'll get. No matter what happens Tuesday, there will be further communication between these two. Eventually, we'll be seeing a lot of the lovely Ms. Adams."

###

Michelle could feel her blood pressure rise while she read the e-mail from Bill Simmons for the second time. 'Show me what you've got.' Was he serious? She stared at the little smiley face. Bill had always been nice to her and, yes, she thought he had mildly flirted with her at times. But the tone of this message could hardly be mistaken. It sounded to her as if her future in the district depended on more than just her goals for the elementary school in the coming year.

She had learned in her teenage and early adult years to use her looks advantageously. But she always stopped short of sexual favors. Maybe this situation called for more. She had the weekend to think about it.

By the time Tuesday rolled around, Michelle decided to take the high road with Simmons, at least until she felt the situation warranted more drastic actions. She sprinkled in a little playfulness by wearing a provocative outfit, including a sheer, white cotton shirt under a loose jacket. The shirt had a plunging U-shaped neck that showed plenty of cleavage and did little to hide her nipples. A pair of tight pants completed the ensemble. Maybe that would be enough to sway her boss.

Bill looked forward to the meeting with one of his favorite principals. Not only did he think she was attractive, but the energy she put into her work convinced him they could correct any deficiencies that surfaced during her first year on the job. And if he was lucky, maybe she'd wear something that highlighted that perfect body of hers. He was fifteen years older than Michelle, but he wasn't so old he didn't have fantasies about her.

His biggest fear was allowing his attraction toward her to overshadow his need to get her on track professionally. He made up his mind to focus on her faults a little more than he wanted to, just to even things out.

When Michelle showed up for the meeting, he welcomed her into his office. Unbeknownst to either of them, a camera began to capture their every move.

Bill spent ten or fifteen minutes chatting pleasantly with Michelle and trying hard to keep his eyes off her chest. Finally, he got around to the serious subject of her job appraisal. Item by item, he laid out those areas where Michelle needed to improve her administrative skills. Michelle never took criticism very well and fought back the urge to argue every point. Bill could sense her mounting anxiety, and thought it was time to try a more positive approach.

"Michelle, I know you can do this job," Bill said. "It was your first year as principal and I'm sure you learned a lot. Now it comes down to how much you want it. You probably understand that there are dozens of people who would love that job. I gave it to you because I had confidence in you."

Michelle was thinking about the e-mail and his request for her to 'Come prepared to demonstrate your desire to succeed as a principal.' Was this her cue?

She nodded. "I know I can do better."

"Me, too," Bill said with a smile. "I think you have skills that will keep you in your job, or even higher positions, for a long time to come."

That was it. Michelle knew she couldn't leave the office without 'demonstrating her desire.' She took a deep breath, then slowly stood and faced him. She slid the jacket off her shoulders and down her arms before laying it across her chair. Then she leisurely walked around the side of Bill's desk, a look of bewilderment crossing his face.

"I'll do anything, Bill," she said nervously. Michelle couldn't help but notice his eyes as they rose from her breasts to her face. She took the arms of his chair and turned it so they were facing each other. Then she leaned forward until it felt like her breasts would fall from the shirt.

"I have skills you may have only dreamed of," she said in a near whisper.

Bill watched her gradually sink to her knees, between his legs. She reached for his belt and Bill peered deep inside her shirt, gazing at the gentle slope of the inside of her breasts. Michelle was methodical in her movements, seeming to take pleasure in the deliberate pace. Bill felt his cock twitch as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled on the zipper.

She never took her eyes off his crotch as she spread the pants open and ran her hand over the stiffening cock inside his boxers. Bill was hard enough for her to wrap her fingers around the boxers and cock and stroke him. Only then did she look up to his face.

Bill's expression was emotionless, successfully hiding his disbelief. A dozen strokes by Michelle's gentle hand had him fully erect.

She reached inside the opening of the boxers and pulled out Bill's rigid cock.

"Michelle, you don't have to...," he began to say.

"Relax," she said, moving her lips down to the swollen tip of the long, thick shaft.

Bill watched her kiss it twice. His eyes flew from her face, to his cock, and down to her chest. The sight made him even harder, just in time to feel her tongue.

Michelle licked the cock from the base back up to the tip. She cradled it in her palm and ran her tongue around the most sensitive area just under the head. Her husband didn't demand much from her sexually, and as much as she felt compelled to service Bill to aid her employment, she was beginning to enjoy the experience.

It only took a moment for her to slide him between her lips. At first it was just the head, but then Michelle began descending on the cock until her lips touched his skin and the cock hit the back of her throat. With long, teasing movements, she took him into her mouth and extended his erection by pulling firmly with her lips.

Bill was over the initial shock of having the beautiful young woman between his legs. Convinced that she was intent on sucking his cock, he tried to take her advice and relax. But her technique was too good. As the seconds passed, Bill got more and more stimulated. He squirmed in his chair and found himself raising and lowering his hips as if he was fucking her face.

Michelle felt his increased involvement and intensified her own efforts. She used one hand to hold his cock while sucking him wildly with her mouth. She instinctively put her other hand on the bottom of her breast, a bad habit she couldn't break while masturbating. Bill saw it and nearly came instantly. But he wanted this to last, so he watched for a few seconds, looked away, and then gazed down at her breast again. She was gripping it tighter each time he looked.

Bill was the first to moan, but Michelle answered him soon afterwards as her fingers squeezed her nipple through her shirt a little harder. Soon, she tasted the first few drops of his precum. Her hand started pumping him faster and her tongue seemed to be everywhere. Bill muttered another unintelligible word or two and Michelle knew he was close.

"Oh God, Michelle," Bill said. "You'll make me cum."

She lifted her head momentarily and said, "I want to. Now just lighten up and let me finish."

No more words were said, but Bill's moans couldn't be stopped. His chair squeaked as his body reacted to Michelle's licking and sucking. Bill put his hands on the back of her head, unable to stop himself from essentially forcing her to stay in place when he came. He didn't realize Michelle wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Bill grunted one last 'Oh fuck' when he felt his balls contracting. He threw his head back, his hips forward, and prepared to empty himself into Michelle's mouth.

She had his cock against the back of her throat when the first blast came out. Michelle pulled back a little, took another couple of shots, and began swallowing as fast as she could. Load after load landed on her tongue and trickled down her throat. When the initial orgasm seemed to subside, she stroked him harder with her hand and managed to suck out a few more drops.

As Bill collapsed in the chair, Michelle wiped her chin, kissed the head of his wet cock, and leaned back.

###

"Oh my God!" Kevin exclaimed. "She isn't really going to..."

"Watch this," Tom assured him.

As the video continued on the computer monitor, the men watched Michelle pull out Bill's cock.

"Fuck," Kevin said quietly.

In silence, they watched the remainder of the video. The bulges in their shorts attested to the quality of Michelle's blowjob.

"Go back to where she plays with her nipple again," Kevin insisted.

They once again watched Bill's climax from that point forward.

"God, she's gorgeous," Tom said. "We need to see all of her."

"So," Kevin asked. "How are you going to do it?"

Tom leaned back. "She works in her office almost every Saturday morning for at least an hour or two. She's going to invite Simmons to visit her and she's going to leave no doubt what she wants."

"I suppose we'll get to see this one, too," Kevin said.

"Of course. The camera's already in place," Tom said with a sly smile.

Kevin grinned. "Play it again," he said, turning back to the computer monitor.

###

Bill opened the e-mail from Michelle.

'Bill, I enjoyed our meeting. :-) I'll be in my office Saturday morning from about nine to eleven. Want to stop by? I think you owe me one. Michelle'

He felt his cock twitch as he read the e-mail for a second and third time. Visions of what might transpire began floating through his head. Under the desk, he rubbed his throbbing cock until having to pull away from the computer before cumming.

Bill had no way of knowing the e-mail wasn't from her or that there was only a possibility that Michelle would be in her office when he got there. But if everything worked out right, Tom and Kevin would have a new video for the collection.

Things worked out perfectly. Michelle pulled up to the school around nine twenty on Saturday and Bill arrived less than half an hour later. Michelle was staring intently into her laptop screen when she jumped at the sound of a light tap on the office door.

She swiveled in her chair and was surprised to see her boss.

"Bill. What's up?" she said, still a little shaken by his appearance.

Bill walked into the office and closed the door. "You should keep your door locked," he said with a faint smile.

"Oh? Do I have a reason to be afraid?"

"People with debts to owe might come to visit," he said.

The puzzled look on her face did not prevent Bill from approaching her desk. He got his first good look at her body, dressed casually in a loose fitting t-shirt and shorts. Her silky thighs were tanned and tempting. The gentle curve of her breasts made the t-shirt appear to flow across her body.

"Debts?" she asked.

"I thought I owed you one."

Her expression changed from puzzlement to concern. Michelle struggled to quickly find the right words.

"Bill, I think the other day was...well, uh, maybe we should just move on," she stammered.

"But I would never want you to think your job depended on something like that, Michelle. You're going to be the principal at this school for a long time, I hope. Nothing we do together should impact on that."

Michelle crossed her legs and tugged on the bottom of her shorts. She was a student of body language and instantly scolded herself for showing such blatant signs of his intimidation of her. She decided that standing next to him might equal things out a little. If she had had time to think things out, she would have realized it was a mistake.

As she rounded the corner of her desk and saw Bill's eyes traveling up and down her body, she knew she was in trouble. She seriously thought about walking straight to the door. But he moved a half step to the side and effectively blocked her path.

"Bill, whatever it was you came here to talk about...," Michelle started to say.

"I didn't come here to talk, Michelle."

He reached out and took her by the top of her arm. They moved together and his mouth was rapidly on top of hers. Michelle whimpered as the prolonged kiss continued. She attempted to back away, but his grip was solid. She felt her ass hit the desk.

Bill moved in front of her and pressed his body against hers. His cock hardened and her breasts flattened under the pressure of his chest. Finally, she managed to free her mouth from his.

"Bill! This isn't right."

"Relax." Bill's attempt to mock Michelle's own instructions to him didn't go unrecognized. The fright on her face was evident. She felt trapped, both physically and professionally.

Bill's hands slid up over the beltline of her shorts and under the bottom of her shirt. The feel of her soft skin on his fingertips forced his cock against the inside of his shorts with agonizing effects. Their eyes met as the hands progressed up her chest.

She opened her mouth to speak, but his hands reaching the bottoms of her bare breasts prevented her from talking.

"Naughty girl," Bill said. "No bra in school. Makes me think you were expecting somebody."

She wanted to kick him; scream; or run. Anything except what she expected to happen next.

Bill's fingers spread out as they covered her tits. Soon, his palms were flat against her nipples and he was kneading her supple flesh. He pressed his entire body forward until Michelle was afraid she'd fall straight onto the desk. Whatever his intention, she would not allow THAT to happen.

"I watched you the other day, Michelle. You like your nipples squeezed, don't you?"

As he spoke, he rolled her nipples between his fingers and instantly felt them harden. Michelle wanted to cry when she felt her pussy react with a familiar tingle. If she didn't stop him now, she either wouldn't be able to or wouldn't want to.

"Bill..."

As soon as he heard her speak, Bill pinched both nipples as hard as he could. Michelle's squeal pierced the silence of the office and her body exploded with shivers of stimulation. Her mouth was open but the only sound was her struggle for breath.

Bill raised her shirt until both breasts were exposed. He marveled at the perfection of their size and shape, gazing at the dark areolas surrounding the erect nipples. He leaned forward and lightly licked all around one of them. Michelle did not move. He kissed the nipple. Then he slipped it between his lips.

Michelle gasped again when his tongue slid across her skin. More and more of the breast entered his mouth and the intensity of his sucking increased. Bill tilted his head slightly and used one hand to hold up the tit. He practically devoured her over the next thirty seconds.

Bill took his mouth off her for just a second and said, "Take off your shirt, Michelle."

Like a robot, the young principal pulled the shirt over her head and laid it on the desk. Bill switched to the other breast and sucked on it for a minute. Michelle could feel the moisture collecting in her pussy as he skillfully played with her chest, and wondered if she was past the point of no return.

"Bill, the door," she murmured.

"I locked it. Don't worry."

"We shouldn't be...I mean, I think we should...stop," she pleaded.

Bill held her breasts in her hands and looked into her eyes. "I'm returning a favor. Just this once."

His tongue was back on her tit at the same time his hands moved down to the front of her shorts. Michelle resigned herself to the fact he wasn't going to stop. Her biggest worry now was someone unexpectedly arriving at the school. Thankfully, the curtains were pulled to block the glare of the morning sun.

Bill opened her shorts and slid his hands inside. He felt the soft fabric of her panties and, then, the damp heat emanating from between her legs.

"Ahhh, so you DO like your nipples played with," Bill said scornfully. "I'll try to remember that."

He moved his hands around her waist and onto the top of her ass, still outside her panties. Bill pulled her towards him as he felt the soft bulge of her ass. As he did, the shorts began to drop down her legs. Michelle could only let them collect at her ankles while Bill began to kiss her.

She reluctantly allowed the kiss to persist at the same time Bill was slipping his fingers inside the back of her panties. After a couple mild clenches of her cheeks, Bill started to push down on the panties. The kiss ended and Bill kneeled down to remove Michelle's underwear.

He stood back up and moved back one large step, the farthest he had been away from her since she moved around the desk. His eyes scanned her nudity for what seemed an eternity to Michelle.

"Lovely," he said softly. "Very nice."

After a short pause, he said, "Turn around, please."

Michelle pivoted until her ass faced him. She felt vulnerable and insecure and naked. Her entire body twitched when Bill's hand slid across her bare ass, between her legs, and onto her thigh. She felt him stand directly behind her and then his hands were moving up to her breasts again. He held her tightly from behind, squeezing the tits in his hands.




You've Got Mail



"You're so wet, Michelle," he nearly whispered. "You want to cum, don't you? Tell me you do."

She nodded, her career options first most on her mind.

"Tell me."

"Yes," Michelle answered.

She heard the zipper on Bill's pants. He fumbled behind her but she didn't look back. Long seconds passed and she wondered what he was doing. Then an empty condom packet was placed on her desk and her heart pounded harder.

"Lean on the desk," Bill told her calmly.

Michelle placed her palms on the top of the wood desk.

"Spread your legs."

She separated her feet a few more inches, just as Bill's hands gripped her by the waist and pulled her back a little. Michelle was now nearly doubled over at the waist and spread more than wide enough for him to enter her. Almost immediately, she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

Bill gawked at the incredible sight of the young woman sprawled out in front of him only long enough to get in place. Then he eased his cock forward and sensed her body stretching to accept his hard, thick shaft. The lubricated condom, and lubricated pussy, made the rest simple. Soon, his balls were resting on her warm skin.

As much as Michelle was dismayed by Bill's actions, the sensation of his cock sliding inside her from behind was undeniably good. She'd never had sex this way and was soon over her anxiety. Bill held her by the hips and began a slow, rhythmic fucking that allowed both of them sufficient time to get used to it.

At first, the only sound was that of Bill's body lightly smacking into Michelle's. Then he broke the relative silence.

"You feel so good, Michelle. So tight."

His hands moved to her tits as they hung below her. When the nipples were pressed between his fingers, she constricted her pussy around his cock. They both moaned quietly and Bill picked up the pace. Michelle gripped the edge of the desk, obtaining a more secure hold to counteract his force, and both of them recognized that their bodies were inching closer and closer to orgasms.

The next couple minutes were taken up by harder and faster fucking. Michelle could only bear the brunt of it, unable to offer much beyond an occasional squeeze of Bill's cock by her pussy. Bill, however, had access to her entire body and left very little of it untouched.

His groans came faster and louder. He was very close and wanted Michelle to know it.

"C'mon, Michelle. Let yourself cum," he told her.

Bill put a finger on her clit and rubbed frantically. Michelle tilted her head back and moaned noisily, feeling all new surges of excitement shoot through her stomach.

She repeatedly cried out "Yes!" with Bill rubbing harder each time she said it. Beads of perspiration collected under her blonde bangs as an orgasm grew deep inside her body. Bill felt her body quiver and he used two fingers to massage her clit.

"That's it," he whispered. "Cum for me. Cum hard for me."

His words were enough to put Michelle over the edge.

"Oh God! I'm cumming, Bill. Now!"

Michelle clutched at the desk and steadied herself as her body gave in. Incoherent sounds of lust filled the office as the orgasm started, and grew. The slapping of their bodies coming together quickened and Bill announced his own orgasm.

"Yes! Yesssss!"

He firmly held Michelle in place and slammed into her as hard as he could, producing the first of several long blasts of cum inside the condom. They came together in noisy, chaotic bliss, totally oblivious to anything except their own need to cum. Thirty seconds later, Michelle was collapsed on the desk with Bill still inside her and leaning against her bare ass.

###

"Damn," Kevin declared. "Are they done?"

"Yeah," Tom said sadly. "The rest is just her getting dressed and Bill trying to figure out what to do with the condom."

Eventually, both of the people in the video left the office and the lights went out. Tom and Kevin watched the screen go black.

"Wow," Kevin said. "That's a keeper."

Both men needed to relieve the immense pressure inside their shorts, but wouldn't do it until they were alone.

"I think we're almost done with these two," Tom said. "We've caused enough mayhem. Maybe it's time to let them decide their own fates now. What do you think?"

"Keep your eyes on the e-mail flow," Kevin told his friend. "I'm anxious to find out where this goes."

Michelle was anxious to put the entire episode behind her and, at the same time, keep her career on course. She decided to give Bill an ultimatum, via e-mail.

'Bill, I've done everything I can think of to convince you of my wish to remain principal at Bates. Is there anything more I can do? If so, it must be your final request or I will resign. Michelle'

His reply came a day later.

'Michelle, You've been more than amenable. I do have one final appeal. As you know, the superintendent's summer picnic is coming up in two weeks. It would be great if I had a chance to meet Kelli Cline that day. Perhaps you could arrange a private 'get together' for the three of us away from the other guests. I'll leave the particulars up to you. Bill'

Kelli Cline was the youngest teacher at Bates Elementary. She would be starting her second year, having been hired straight out of college. A former cheerleader, Kelli might have been the only teacher in the district more attractive than Michelle herself. She was single and entertained the other staff members with her dating exploits. Kelli never hid her love for flirting. Michelle rightfully assumed that getting her to spend some time at a picnic with Bill would be easy.

The other thing working in Michelle's favor was Kelli's apparent willingness to experiment with other women. It was a frequent private discussion among some of the teachers and Michelle became aware of it in more than one conversation. She never thought the information would become useful...until now.

So with a plan in mind and Kelli in her sights, Michelle arrived at the picnic. It was a blistering hot day and informal attire was encouraged. Thus, Michelle was pleased to finally run into Kelli a half hour after arriving and VERY pleased to see the sexy little shirt and shorts Kelli wore. Bill would be delighted.

"Hi, Kelli. You look great. Very cool," Michelle said with a smile.

"Thanks. I had trouble finding something for this hot weather and still be decent," Kelli said. "I'm not sure I met the decent requirement."

"No. You're fine," Michelle assured her. "By the way, remind me to introduce you to Bill Simmons, the assistant superintendent. He's in charge of all the elementaries, so he's a good guy to know."

"OK. Whatever you say, boss."

They chatted for a few more minutes before going their separate ways in the back yard of the gorgeous house. It was what most average people would consider a mansion, sitting on five acres of land. A multi-level deck looked out over the yard and distant pond. Inside, room after room lined the hallways on two floors, with an equally nice basement. Michelle staked out a small den on the second floor as a possible meeting place for her, Bill and Kelli.

Once Michelle verified that Bill had arrived, she started looking for the best opportunity to get the three of them together. She allowed an hour to pass so Bill and Kelli could get settled into the party, have a drink or two, and talk to whomever they needed to talk to.

Finally, she saw Bill and Kelli on the same level of the deck at the same time. She made her move.

Michelle took Bill by the arm and said, "C'mon. I'll introduce you to Kelli."

Bill accepted with a knowing smile and allowed Michelle to lead the way. They came up behind Kelli and Michelle tapped the young teacher on the shoulder.

"Kelli," she said. "I want you to meet Bill Simmons."

Bill extended a hand and made small talk while trying not to stare at Kelli's scanty outfit. Then Michelle interrupted them by saying, "Let's go inside and talk. It's a little hot and noisy out here. I know a room that's much more pleasant."

Bill, of course, knew the incentive behind Michelle's recommendation. Kelli simply tagged along, wondering to herself, but not willing to ask her two bosses what was up. They proceeded up the steps and into the den. Michelle closed the door and quietly locked it.

The room reminded Kelli of an old English library in a black and white Sherlock Holmes movie. Except the book cases, couch, and chairs were very modern.

"So, how do you like Bates so far?" Bill asked as he settled into one of the high back, overstuffed chairs.

"Oh, it's awesome," Kelli said. She and Michelle sat side-by-side on the couch. "The staff's great."

"And Michelle?" Bill said.

"She's a great principal," Kelli said, looking over at her boss. "She'll do anything for us to make the job easier."

"I try to meet separately with all of our new teachers at functions like this, so don't feel uncomfortable," Bill stated. "It's good to know the most I can about each of the staff. We want you to feel like you're part of the team."

"I do," Kelli assured him. "Everybody's been great."

Bill asked about her background and hobbies and generally kept the conversation informal. But knowing their time was limited, he wanted to quickly get to the point of their 'meeting.'

Kelli unwittingly made it easy for him when she said, "I hope I didn't dress too casually today."

Bill chuckled. "This is a casual picnic. We want everybody to be relaxed. You look very nice."

Michelle stood up and faced Kelli. With a small grin on her face, she extended both hands toward the teacher. "Stand up, Kelli."

The surprised look on Kelli's face did not stop her from holding onto Michelle's hands and rising to her feet. Michelle turned her so that her back was to Bill for a moment, and then the two women stood so he saw their silhouettes.

"I think you look very nice, too, Kelli. But I'm sure Bill would like to see more. I know I do," Michelle said.

Two beers were enough to slow Kelli's reactions, but not deaden them. Michelle's words caused plenty of alarms to go off inside her head, but she also felt a sudden sense of excitement. Her very pretty boss sounded as though she was coming on to her and a not bad looking man was watching. The stimulation it caused overshadowed any doubts Kelli may have had.

"Is that why you picked this room?" Kelli asked. "So we could all be alone? What's next?"

The sultry look in Kelli's eyes made Michelle consider wanting another woman for the first time in her life. She was going to hate turning Kelli over to Bill. But first, she'd have some fun.

"Maybe I want to kiss you," Michelle said.

"Maybe you should," Kelli replied.

What started out as Michelle's attempt to meet Bill's demand was quickly turning into an experiment she never anticipated. Her answer to Kelli was to lean forward and lightly bring their lips together. Kelli had enough of her senses in place to know better than to push things too fast. She let the kiss continue for a couple seconds before spreading her lips and letting her tongue brush across Michelle's mouth.

At the same time that Kelli first felt Michelle's tongue, Kelli put her hands on Michelle's waist. The women moved closer together. The kiss intensified and Kelli's hands slid higher on the outside of Michelle's shirt. Bill watched with interest, his cock slowly coming to life.

Michelle completely lost awareness of her surroundings in the brief second it took for the kiss to reach its climax. When she pulled her tongue out of Kelli's mouth and opened her eyes, Michelle realized Kelli had her hands on top of her breasts.

"God, Kelli. I'm...I'm...," Michelle stammered.

"You're what, Michelle? I think you liked that."

"I think Bill would like it better," Michelle said. "I don't want to be the only one who gets to taste it."

Kelli leisurely moved her hands back down. At the same time, Michelle moved behind Kelli and turned her slightly to face Bill directly. Then Michelle put her hands at the bottom of Kelli's shirt.

"But first," Michelle said, "he and I both want to see more of this lovely body."

Kelli didn't respond as she felt the shirt begin to rise, exposing the smooth, tanned skin of her waist and stomach. The grin that crossed her face the higher the shirt got convinced everybody, including herself, that it was OK.

In fact, Kelli would have been fine even if Michelle had kept going. But, she didn't. Michelle stopped just below Kelli's breasts and said, "You do it, Kelli."

The young teacher took hold of the bottom of the shirt while Michelle let go. As Michelle headed for the couch, Kelli lifted the shirt over her bare breasts and exposed them to Bill. After a slight pause, she pulled the shirt over her head. Shaking her head to put her hair back in place, Kelli held the shirt at her side.

Bill openly gazed at the topless woman and her perfect, round breasts. Kelli looked incredibly sexy holding the shirt in a pose worthy of any magazine. Even from behind, on the couch, Michelle thought Kelli looked fantastic with her tiny, tight ass and bronze legs.

Kelli twirled the shirt one time and let it fall to the floor.

"Want more?" she asked Bill in a tempting voice.

"It's up to you," Bill tried to convince her. "But if the rest is as good as this, the answer is yes."

Kelli unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper. She allowed the pants to hang open just enough to reveal the start of simple white panties. But as the shorts sank lower and lower on her thighs, Bill and Michelle could tell the panties were anything but simple. By the time Kelli's shorts were below her ass, the tiny panties that clung to her skin like paint were in full view.

Neither Bill nor Michelle paid much attention to the shorts hitting the floor with the view they had of Kelli's ass and pussy. Each movement Kelli made was accentuated by the tight fitting panties. The cheeks of her ass spilled out on either side of the back while, in front, the outline of her slit pressed against the fabric.

Kelli did her own staring. The bulge in Bill's pants seemed to be growing, which only served to validate in her mind the extreme measures she was going to. Kelli's pussy tingled as she reached for her panties. She stood so that both Bill and Michelle had side-on views of her as she bent at the waist and took off the last piece of clothing.

A nervous smile crossed her face as Kelli stood back up, completely naked.

"Turn around," Bill said calmly.

Michelle thought back to when she received the same orders from Bill, and how frightening the words were. And stimulating. Kelli slowly rotated in the middle of the room, providing both witnesses a full view front and back of her gorgeous naked body.

"Well?" Kelli asked when she faced Bill again. "Do I pass?"

"A-plus," he replied.

"How do I know?" she said, her eyes squarely planted on his crotch.

"Want proof?"

"I do."

Bill grinned. "Come over and take a closer look."

Without pause, Kelli moved between Bill's legs and started to open his shorts. When she pulled them down his legs, she got on her knees. Her hands moved quickly back up to the top of his briefs and she had them around his ankles in just seconds.

Bill's cock sprung upward in semi-erection while Kelli removed his shorts and underwear and laid them beside the chair. She inched forward until her breasts hung just inches above the tip of his cock. Kelli looked up at Bill and smiled.

"Rub my tits with it, Bill."

Surprised at her demand, but not disappointed, Bill put his hand on the cock and guided it to one of her nipples. With increasing pressure, he rubbed the tit and felt the blood surge through his shaft. Thirty seconds later, he was completely hard and had the cock between her tits while squeezing them together.

"That's it. Fuck my tits. I want you good and hard," Kelli said quietly.

Michelle watched intently, spreading her legs and unashamedly rubbing her pussy through her shorts. Even when Bill looked over, she didn't stop. She couldn't stop.

Bill more than met Kelli's requirement of being hard. The sensation of her round, soft tits massaging both sides of his cock at the same time had him ready to cum very quickly. When she sensed that, Kelli said, "I want you inside me, Mr. Simmons."

She didn't wait for an answer. Kelli stood up and turned so her ass was facing Bill. She carefully moved back until her pussy was directly over his cock and then looked over her shoulder.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Whenever you are."

"Let me help," Kelli said, her hand reaching between her legs.

With his cock between her fingers, Kelli began to lower herself until the swollen head separated her pink skin. Bill held her by the waist and leaned back while Kelli slid her cunt down over the entire length of his cock. She was tight and wet and warm. Bill groaned his approval.

"My God, that feels good," Kelli sighed. "Now fuck me."

Their combined movements quickly resulted in perfect rhythm and angle of attack. Kelli could feel every inch of Bill's long cock inside her and Bill could feel the firm perimeter of Kelli's cunt wrap around him. She sat in his lap and enjoyed the ride.

Michelle, meanwhile, couldn't sit back and watch any longer. She rose from the couch and walked over to the chair. Her eyes must have given her away, because Kelli promptly pushed out her chest and ran her hands over her tits. Kelli rested them in her palms while Michelle got into position in front of her. Then Michelle took over, putting one tit and then the other in her mouth until the nipples were stiff and bright pink. She sucked on them noisily and bit down, causing Kelli to squeal with pleasure.

Bill continued driving his cock up into Kelli's cunt while Michelle worked on her tits. Kelli repeatedly asked for Michelle to suck her harder and Michelle eagerly obeyed. For nearly five minutes, the threesome turned the chair into a sex machine.

With two people servicing her, it came as no surprise that Kelli was the first to cum. She cried out as the orgasm burst through her body. Bill rammed her as hard and fast as he could and Michelle teased her tits with flicks of her tongue. When the first orgasm was over, a quick massaging of her clit brought on a second one.

Bill was ready to cum now. His indecision about cumming inside Kelli was alleviated when she lifted herself off him, getting on her knees alongside Michelle.

"Let's do him together," Kelli suggested.

Their mouths convened on the rigid cock still covered with Kelli's sweet juices. They licked it feverishly and alternated taking it deep inside their mouths. Kelli managed to sneak a kiss in every now and then with Michelle, but her main focus was on Bill's cock.

Bill thought to himself that if this was going to be the last of his 'dealings' with Michelle, it was a fabulous way to end it. He wasn't exactly sure how they got to this point, but he loved every second of it. With two tongues sliding up and down his cock, his mind was quickly brought back to the reality of the moment. He was about to cum.

"It won't be long, ladies," he moaned.

"Let's have it," Kelli told him. "I'm ready."

Michelle was the first to taste his precum. "Ummmm, sweet. Where's the rest?"

Bill gripped the arms of the chair. "Now. Now!"

The women both had their lips around various portions of the cock when Bill started to cum. A long stream of semen burst out and landed on Kelli's nose and cheek. The next shot was taken directly in Michelle's mouth, while Kelli captured the next couple. Soon, their sucking produced only tiny spurts of cum that was quickly lapped up by their tongues.

Bill's groans subsided until all the licking in the world couldn't produce anything more. Michelle giggled as she looked over at Kelli's face and the cum clinging to the tip of her nose.




You've Got Mail



"Wait until he watches me use my panties to clean this up," Kelli said with a wry smile. "I bet he gets hard again."

Ten minutes later when Bill, Kelli and Michelle reappeared on the deck, the only person in the crowd who might have had a clue as to what just happened was a young man sitting in the corner. Tom smiled to himself and thought of all the possibilities.



You've Got Mail



Note: Just a warning that this story has some gay, lesbian, and minor incest betweens. Some wife swapping as well. Didn't miss much. All rights reserved. Enjoy...Slick. 

*

"Do you think they will go for it?" Jim asked his room mate Cliff as they sat by the computer in the small cabin. 

"I doubt it," Cliff grinned. "Connie will never send us back a sexy video. She's too old fashion."



"Ginny might," Jim said. "She's always liked being the center of men's attention." 

"Hey, if Connie gets mad it was your idea." 

"Shit, we've been here for six weeks without sex so it's the least they can do." 

"You're fucking nuts." Cliff laughed. They checked their mail once again but there was no new mail from their wives back home in Seattle. It got to be 10PM and they figured the women had gone to bed until they heard a mail beep alert. They both jumped up and ran to the computer. "Shit, it's from Ginny," Jim grinned. He clicked it open and saw the message. 

"Now don't get your hopes up but Connie and I did a little video to shut you guys up for a while. Sleep tight boys. LOL." 

"Hurry open it up," Cliff said looking over his shoulder. 

Jim clicked on the attachment and sat back as the windows media player popped up. They first saw Jim's empty den and saw the picture jump around a bit and heard the women giggling.  Seconds later the two women walked into the picture and sat on the sofa next to each other. "Hi boys," Ginny smiled. "Connie and I know how horny you two have been so we thought we would give you something to think about tonight as you jerk off." 

Cliff could see that Connie was blushing. "What do you think they are going to do?" 

"Are you ready?" Connie asked Ginny. 

"Wait. Sit still and I'll zoom in closer." 

The guys watched Ginny walk over to the camera and go behind it. They saw the camera zoom into Connie's blushing face. "That's good." Ginny said before walking back into the view. 

"Are you ready?" Ginny asked Connie. Connie glanced at the camera and nodded. 

"What are they going to do?" Cliff asked again. 

"Shit," Jim said when the women turned facing each other and moved their faces closer. "OH MY GOD!" 

Cliff was in shock when their lips came together. At first they just pecked but about twenty seconds later they saw Ginny's lips open and then her tongue push into Connie's mouth.



"Fucking tongues," Jim gasped. He saw Connie's hand moved up to Ginny's shoulder for support as their mouths opened wider and they really got into a deep and wet French kiss. Both men were squeezing their hard-ons under their jeans while their wives explored another woman's mouth for the first time. 

Ginny pulled her face back but kept her tongue on Connie's lips. Connie realized what she was doing and pushed her tongue out as well. The husbands could now see what had been going on inside of her mouths. 



"I don't believe it," Cliff whispered. It had been his dream to see two women have sex but seeing his own wife kissing another female was causing his rod to throb.



They kissed for another minute and then Connie pulled her tongue from Ginny's mouth very slow until it popped out. She turned and winked at the screen. "Goodnight boys." The video froze on their wife's faces. 

"Play it again," Cliff begged. Jim did and they watched it for five more times. "Save it." 

The guys went to their beds earlier than usual and that night they didn't try to hide the fact that they were jerking off. Both keep the vision of their wife's tongues licking outside of their mouths until they came. "AHHHHH!" 

*

Jim and Cliff took longer in the shower the next morning before they left to work on the oil pipeline. Both were happier than they had been in a long time and couldn't wait to get back to the cabin to see if any more videos showed up. "Hurry check the mail," Jim said to Cliff this time. 

Cliff saw an email from his wife this time. "Well we hope that you enjoyed our first video. We know that you want more but to be fair Ginny and I want to see a video from you guys." 

"What?" Jim asked. He read on. 



"You see we are as horny as you guys are so we figured that you two now owe us. If you want to see any more videos from us we expect you to send us the exact video back. We will be waiting." 

Cliff read it again but this time out loud. "Is she...are they asking what I think they are asking?" 

"Fuck I don't know." Jim gasped. "Ask them?" He stood back and watched Cliff type. 

"Are you girls asking us to kiss each other like you did?" He finished and clicked the send icon. They waited but didn't get a reply. 

Cliff stood and shook his head. "I'm not kissing you."



"Fuck no," Jim said pushing the chair back under the computer desk. "Let's eat." 

It was on both of their minds as they finished some burgers and were cleaning up when they heard the beep. "I'll get it," Cliff said being closer to the computer. He moved to the computer and clicked on the email. 

"Yes, we kissed and now it's your turn. Connie and Ginny." 

"It's what they want," Cliff yelled back. 

"I guess that ends that," Jim said back. But as they read their books that night by the fireplace they were both remembering the wife's kissing. "Have you ever kissed a man before?" Jim asked without looking up. 

"No," Cliff answered quickly. A few minutes passed before he spoke. "How about you?" 

"No." Again there was silence for another ten minutes. "Shit, I wonder how far they will go next?" Jim asked. 

"There's only one way to find out," Cliff said not looking up from his book." 

"I don't believe I'm going to do this," Jim sighed putting down his book. "Where is the video camera?" 

*

It was early the next morning when Connie walked by the computer near the bathroom door.. Ginny and she had a good laugh the night before wishing they could see the reaction of the guys when they read their last email. They too were horny like they said and both found out from their kissing that it caused a lot of interest. She looked at the computer and woke it up. "An email from the boys," she laughed. She wanted to open it but had promised Ginny to call so they could open it together. 

"I'll be right there," Ginny said. Since their houses were only a block away Ginny jumped into her car and burst through the kitchen door in less than five minutes. "I can't wait to see this." She stood behind Connie when she opened the email. 

"There is no message," Connie said puzzled. 

"There..there is an attachment," Ginny pointed to the icon.



Connie clicked in it and moved off the chair. They saw the view of their cabin's fireplace and then saw the two guys walk around into view. 



"There is no way," Ginny gasped seeing the two men turn and face the camera. 

But both had to hold onto the computer chair when the guys turned and moved together. They fumbled at first lining up their mouths but seconds later they kissed. Like the girls they took their time getting used to the new feel before opening their lips and tasting each other. 



"Look!" Connie gasped when their tongues came out and mixed outside of their lips. Finally the men pulled back and wiped their mouths before speaking. 

"Ok girls, we followed your lead and now you have to follow ours." 

The girls watched the guys move back and face the camera. "What are they going to do?" Ginny asked. 

"It figures," Connie grinned when both guys grabbed the bottom of their tee shirts and pulled them up over their bare chests. They pulled the shirts off and smiled. "Notice there is nothing covering our chests." Cliff grinned as he walked to the camera and turned it off.

Again the girls watched it before Connie sat down. "I never thought they would kiss." 

"You know we can't do this," Ginny said sitting on another chair. "It might mess up our friendship." 

"I don't think I can do it. I mean undress like that." Connie blushed. 

"At least you have big boobs," Ginny frowned. 

"Yours are nice," Connie said glancing at the nicely shaped mounds. "Mine are too big." 

"Let's compare," Ginny giggled. After their kiss both were anxious for more play and experimenting. 

"OK," Connie grinned standing up. Since both were in their pajamas all they had to do was unbutton their tops and pull them open. 

Their nipples were rock hard excited when the pjs opened. They had seen naked breasts before but this was different. Especially after their kissing last night. 



"Jim will cum as soon as he sees you," Ginny said moving closer. 

"Cliff will die if he sees your long nipples," Connie whispered also moving forward. She moved forward until her nipples were less than an inch in of Ginny's. 

"We are going to do this aren't we?" Ginny whispered. Her breathing was becoming more labored. 

"I think....so," Connie said. She saw Ginny move and moved forward herself until their hard tips touched. 

"We...we should do more than...just show them," Ginny panted moving her body and nips side to side. 

"Ohhh," Connie moaned reaching down to take Ginny's hips. She too moved but not allowing their buds to part. 

"Maybe we...we should kiss?" Ginny asked looking into Connie's brown eyes. 

"Yes," was all Connie could manage. She leaned forward and turned her head enough for Ginny's soft lips to once again find hers. But this time the camera was not on them.



Their tongues were not shy this time searching and finding. As bare beasts crushed together their hands moved around to massage their backs.  Connie felt Ginny's hands move down to the top of her ass and pushed back. "We...we need to make the video." 

Ginny was disappointed but smiled anyway. "So we do the same thing?" 

Connie giggled. "No, I have another idea." 

*

Jim was awake and stroking his hard-on when he heard the mail beep. He was only in his boxers as he ran to the computer and moved the mouse to activate the screen. "HEY CLIFF! IT'S SHOWTIME!"

Cliff rolled over and groaned. "They won't show their tits. I'm going back to sleep." 

"Whatever," Jim grinned. First he saw the email from Connie.

"You boys surprised us by kissing so you deserve something special today. Now don't jerk off too hard when you watch the next video." Jim pulled out the seat and sat down. The video this time showed his masterbed but an empty room. He leaned forward and smiled when Connie moved in front of the camera wearing pajamas. She stood there grinning as Ginny walked behind her. Jim couldn't see his smaller wife but then saw two hands move up under Connie's arms. "Holy shit!" 

"What?" Cliff asked turning over and sitting up. "Are they doing it?" 

"It's Connie." 

"My wife. NO FUCKING WAY!" Cliff shouted while jumping from the bed and running over behind Jim. She was standing upright as two hands slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. "Fuck I want to see Ginny's tits too." 

"Oh yeah," Jim cried when Ginny's fingers finished the buttons and slowly pulled the pajamas open. When two huge pink tits popped out so did his hard cock. He didn't care that Cliff was behind him as he started jerking off. 

Cliff didn't know what Jim was doing because he was in shock at his conservative wife showing Jim her boobs. "I don't believe it," he gasped when Ginny's fingers moved back up and cupped both mounds. 

"Fuck Ginny is touching them," Jim moaned. 

It was then Cliff looked over Jim's shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"Man, I can't help it," Jim said leaning back and pulling up and down harder and faster.  He watched his wife's fingers move to the large nipples to pull and play. 

Cliff too opened his boxers and pulled out his large hard shaft. Seeing another woman fondle Connie's orbs was something but then he saw Connie pull Ginny's hands away and pulled the other smaller woman to the front. 

"She's going to..." Jim started saying. 

"Show us Ginny's tits," Cliff grinned. Both men were jerking off without any shame. "Nice," he whispered seeing the smaller but well form breasts and hard little nips. He didn't blink as Ginny nipples were toyed with but just as fast as they appeared Connie closed Ginny's top and then did her own. "NO I AM SO CLOSE!" Jim cried. "Let's watch it again." 

Cliff could see the women were not finished because they had to give them something to copy. Before he could say wait Jim clicked the start arrow again. They watched and continued stoking until Jim came. "OH FUCK!" He grabbed onto a towel he had dropped on the chair next to him and caught the exploding juices.  He heard Cliff about ready to cum and turned to hand him the towel. It was the first time he had seen how endowed his friend was. "HOLY SHIT!" 

Cliff's eyes were closed while both of his hands stroked his nine-inch hard cock. "Ah...ah....ah....ah...AH...AH!" 

"IN THE TOWEL!" Jim yelled pushing his towel-filled hand onto the firing cannon.  He laughed as Jim took the towel and emptied his load. When they calmed down they realized what they had done. "Reminds me of my younger years with my 18 year-old cousin." 

"You guys jerked off in front of each other?" 

"A few times before we went away to college. Shit man how does Connie take that log?" 

Cliff grinned. "It took her a while to get used to it." He looked at the screen. "Did you see what they did next?"



"No," Jim said while hurrying to turn around. He pushed the play button and saw the two girls sitting on the bed next to each other. 

"Well guys we think it's time to call an end to this. Now don't think that we are quitting but we know that you will when you see the next challenge." Ginny giggled and the two stood up in front of the camera and turned facing away. 

Again they removed their tops but only showed their backs this time. "Fuck we can do that," Jim bragged. But then the two women took the pajama bottoms in their hands and pushed them down over their round soft buttocks. 

"They're naked," Cliff whispered. 

"Nice ass on Connie," Jim grinned. 

"Ginny too. Shit we can do that." Cliff chuckled. "Why would they think this would end the challenges?"



"I think we are about ready to find out," Jim said watching the women moved together and put their hands behind each other's backs. As they kept their sides a touching they turned facing each other and pressed their naked fronts tightly closed. 

"Fuck we can't see," Jim complained. 

"It doesn't matter," Cliff sighed. "They are naked and their boobs and pussies are pressed together. Wait they are not done." 

Again the women kissed with opened mouths and tongues while they slow danced around the room.



"I think they got us," Cliff grinned. "But we can watch these videos over and over." 

"Yeah, there is no fucking way we are going to do that." 

"Right." They watched the video three more times before realizing it was almost time to go to work. 

*

Ginny and Connie stood naked before each other for the first time after dancing behind the camera and turning it off. "I wondered if you were a natural blonde," Connie said to Ginny looking at the sparse covering of golden fleece over her showing pussy lips.  She looked at Connie's thick dark growth. "Don't you ever shave that thing?"



"I don't have a need," Connie blushed. "Cliff is gone for at least another month and bikini season is still a few months away." 

Ginny stayed naked and moved over to sit on the bed without crossing her legs. "So what do you think the boys will do?"



"Well until I saw them kissing I would say no way. But, I never thought that I would enjoy it either until we...we kissed." She stared at Ginny's wet glistening pussy without trying to hide it.

"So you enjoyed it as much as I did?" Ginny said leaning back on her elbows, which pushed out her sharp nipples. 

"Yes." 

Ginny could see that Connie was too shy to start anything. "I enjoyed our dance. Do you want to....you know?" 

Connie didn't answer with words but did step forward and waited.  She knew her pussy was just as wet and excited. Her arms opened to accept the smaller women into her softness. 

As they danced and rubbed their lips reunited and their hands roamed freely up and down their backs. It was Ginny's right thigh that pushed between Connie's first. When she felt the dripping slit she reached down and pulled Connie's bare butt closer. 

"Oh god," Connie moaned pulling her mouth to the side and moaning into Ginny's ear. "That feels so good." She pushed her own right thigh into Ginny's wet gash. They stopped dancing and started humping. Both were about ready to cum when they heard the email beep. Reluctantly they pulled away and walked to the laptop Connie had by the bed. 

She opened it and frowned. "They won't do it." 

"Too bad," Ginny smiled. "So what's the problem?" 

But Connie moved away.  "I feel that it's ok for us to do this but...but only if they do it too." 

"Let's finish each other and then we can talk about it," Ginny said reaching behind Connie and cupped her soft bum. 

"I want to but...I can't." 

Ginny sighed and sat down on the bed. "We need more motivation." 

"But it's their turn," Connie gasped. "Let's wait and maybe they will change their minds?" Both moved to the bed on their backs and looked up at the ceiling. 

*

The guys were also disappointed but wouldn't budge. They didn't send any more emails for the next two days nor did they receive any. Both figured it was over until the third night they got an email. Cliff opened it and saw a video. "Looks like they broke first." 

"Open it." Cliff did and saw the two wives sitting on the bed in dresses. 

"Hi boys," Ginny smiled as she opened her legs showing her white panties. "We've been waiting for you to duplicate our last video but..." She stopped talking and Connie opened her legs and talked. "But we've figured you are too chicken to experiment. So we've decided to give you some more motivation."



Jim looked at Connie's pink panties under her dress. "Good but not good enough." But then he saw another body walking into the view. "Who the fuck is that?" He asked moving closer. 

Cliff heard Jim gasped. "Well who is it?" 

"Shit it's Ginny's baby sister Gail."



Cliff pushed Jim aside. "Fuck how old is she?" 

"Eighteen I think." 

*

Connie was opposed to the idea until Ginny brought Gail over. She was a younger version of Ginny with blonde hair and pigtails. She pulled Ginny aside in the kitchen. "I can't believe that she's willing to do this." 

"It took me a while to convince her but she's always had a thing for Jim and, you are not going to believe this, but she is interested in messing around with you." 

"Really?" Connie said glancing back at the door to the hallway. 

Ginny moved closer and cupped Connie's right breast. "Didn't you see her looking at these when we came in?" 

"No...stop," Connie giggled. "The guys won't be able to turn her down." 

"Neither will you," Ginny whispered. After some wine and laughing Ginny stood up. "So are we doing this or not?" 

The wine glasses moved to the table and the women walked in line up the stairs to the bedroom. 

"What are we going to do?" Gail asked shyly looking at the large bed. 

Ginny laughed. "We are going to use you to get them so hard they won't be able to keep the challenge videos going."



Gail glanced at Connie. "May I see the videos so far?"



Ginny looked at Connie. "Can she?"



"Sure," Connie smiled as she pulled the laptop to the bed and brought up the videos. Gail giggled at first seeing the women kissing and then the men but when her sister opened Connie's pajama top and exposed her bare breasts she gasped. "God they are amazing." She looked at her sister's boobs and smiled. 

The video stopped and Connie put the laptop away. 

Ginny told Gail to move out of the view and told the girls her plan. 




You've Got Mail



"But we've figured you are too chicken to experiment. So we've decided to give you some more motivation." She moved aside and made room for Gail to move between them. 

Gail smiled and looked at the camera. "Hi Jim and Cliff. I hear that you guys are all alone in the Yukon and need some thrills."

It was Connie's turn. "Ginny and I were wondering if you could turn down seeing us with Gail." She put her hand on the girl's chin and pulled her face around. 

Gail's lips were trembling when they touched Connie's and then when Connie's tongue pushed out to taste her lips she did some tasting of her own. As they frenched Ginny took over. 

"Now I'm not going to mess around with my own sister but I can give you a peek of what you will miss if you don't continue. She reached down and slowly pulled Gail's short pleated skirt up her tanned legs. 

*

"That's not fair," Jim groaned seeing the tiny lime green triangle between her young tender thighs. Again he pulled out his cock and stroked while he watched the skirt move up until he saw the tiny butterfly tattoo just above her thong. He looked next to him and saw Cliff doing the same. 

Cliff pictured himself between his wife and the girl and thought it couldn't get any better until Connie and Gail fell back onto the bed still in a lip lock.  As they fell Ginny pushed Connie's dress up to match Gail's. 

"Don't they have nice panties?" Gail asked as she lightly rubbed over the front of both. 

"Well boys. Until we get your video we will be signing off." Ginny walked to the camera and turned it off.



She turned noticing that Connie and Gail were still kissing. 

"OK, break it off," she said pulling her sister's foot. Gail tried to hold on but Ginny was too strong. 

"Can't we mess around some while we wait?" Gail begged. She looked at the thick bush under Connie's panties. 

"No," Ginny said. "Connie is right. We only do it if the guys continue." 

*

Cliff stopped jerking off and sat back. "We got to do it." 

"I know," Jim sighed. "God, I've been waiting to see Gail naked since she turned legal." 

"I'm starting to wonder if the women are starting to like what's going on a little too much," Cliff said standing and walking over to get the video camera. 

"Yeah but that's ok as long as they continue to like cock," Jim said pushing his chair out of the way. He watched as Cliff set the camera on the tripod and when it was ready he stood up and waited for Cliff to start the camera and stand next to him. 

As Cliff pushed down his boxers he glanced at Jim's cock next to him and saw that the man was still hard. He was as excited while they stood up facing away naked. 

"You ready?" Cliff whispered. 

"Yeah," Jim answered softly. They moved sideways until their hips touched and then reached around their strong lower backs. Slowly they turned facing each other and moved together. 

Being pretty much the same height their hard-on's jabbed against each other as their whole bodies came together. It was Jim who leaned back and turned his head for Cliff's lips.



Cliff was surprised how fast Jim was to French him. He realized that Jim had become the aggressor and pulled their hard-ons closer. He closed his lips around Jim's tongue and started sucking it like his wife had done to his cock many times. 

Suddenly time stood still and they weren't acting. Their minds were on the young girl but at the same time the warm body pressing into theirs was starting to take over their passion. 

Cliff was about to cum and pulled his mouth away to move it against Jim's ear. "What are we doing?" 

"Let's stop the camera," Jim said as he started moving sideways to prevent the camera from picking up their pricks. After it was off Cliff started to push back but Jim held him close. No words were said as they started tongue kissing again. 

"I'm tired of jerking myself off," Jim whispered moving back and reaching down to curl his fingers around Cliff's thick cock. 

Cliff smiled, reached down for Jim's prick and moved his lips back to his best friend's. Their hands and fingers squeezed and stroked while they fucked each other's mouths with their tongues. "Where is the towel?" Cliff asked. 

"No towel," Jim laughed. "Cum on me and I'll cum on you." He moved back and continued jerking off Jim while the crowns touched and rubbed together. 

"Are you...ready?" Jim gasped. 

"YEAH DO IT!" Cliff cried out. Their hands moved to warp speed until both screamed. "AHHH....OHHHH!" Fountains of white cum exploded outward covering hands, pubic hair and cocks. 

*

All three women were still hot when Connie walked them to the door. She turned to Ginny and pulled their bodies together. They frenched for over a minute before Gail pulled them apart. "My turn." 

Gail was the aggressor this time with the older woman and as they kissed she sneaked her left hand up and cupped Connie's right breast. She found and played with the nipple until she heard Connie moan. 

Ginny giggled and pulled them apart. "Let's hope the guys send us a video tomorrow." She pulled her sister and her hand from Connie's body and hurried out to her car.



*

But the guys were too satisfied to send it that night and the next morning they overslept. Luckily a huge snow storm hit during the night and no one was working. "Should we send them the video?" Cliff asked Jim as they saw drinking coffee and thinking about their mutual masturbation session last night. "Yeah but we have to add something new for them to match," Jim said thinking. "I was wondering how you would feel...you know when we return about...possibly.."



"Swapping wives?" Cliff inserted. 

"Uh yeah to put it bluntly." 

Cliff laughed. "If I wanted to be blunt I would have said fucking each other's wives."



Jim laughed. "True. But the way and the speed this video thing is going I think the wives will want it more than we do especially when Ginny sees your cock." 

Jim smiled and thought. "Do you think that they have messed around more that what we've seen on the videos?"



"God I hope so," Jim said sitting back. "And I hope that little Gail is ripe and willing when I get back there. I get first shot at fucking her. Man I'd love to see her naked." 

"Let's do it," Cliff said smiling. "If we want to see them naked then let's challenge them." 

"But that means we uh...you know show them our dicks." 

"Get the camera." 

*

"Did you hear from the guys?" Gail asked her sister on the phone the next morning.



"Not a peep. I"ll call Connie and let you know." She hung up and pushed Connie's number. 

"Nope. Nothing. I checked the Alaska weather and I think they got hit with a bad storm last night. Wait I think I heard an email arrive." 

Ginny waited a few minutes until Connie came back. "Well we have a new video. I'll wait until you get here." 

Ginny laughed. "Do you want me to bring Gail?" 

"Definitely," Connie quickly replied. 

Twenty minutes later the women stood in front of the computer screen and Connie opened the attachment. 

"Are they going to do it?" Gail asked as she moved forward and pushed her right breast into the back of Connie's arm. 

"I think so," Connie answered. She moved back and pulled Gail in front of her. "If they do then we can do more." Her hands moved to the girl's shoulders and lightly caressed them while she watched the men facing away and removed their boxers. "Bare ass men." 

"Not bad for old men," Gail giggled. She stopped when Connie's fingers moved slowly over her shoulders and gently downward until they cupped her petite covered breasts. "Shucks they didn't let us see their things." 

"Cocks," Connie whispered. She moved her right hand upward to the v-neck opening on top of her shirt and slid her hand downward. 

"Ca..cocks," Gail whispered leaning back against Connie's soft chest. They watched the men kiss and press their fronts together, which quickly turned them all on. 

"They did what we did so what now?" Ginny asked after they turned off the camera. A few seconds later the camera view returned and the guys were sitting on the sofa with huge tents in their boxers. 

"We think it's time to get rid of any secrets," Jim smiled. He lifted his hips and pushed his boxers under his hips. 

"OH GOD THERE IT IS!" Gail cried out seeing her brother's hard penis. She felt Connie toying with her nipple and moaned. "Ohhh." 

Connie smiled because she knew both Gail and Ginny were in for a bigger surprise. After Jim sat back down proudly displaying his hard-on Connie lowered her other hand down the front of Gail's shirt to the top of her jeans. She pulled them open and just as Cliff pushed down his boxers and his hard pink rocket sprang up she pushed under Gail's panties and into her soft bush and wet slit. 



"OH MY GOD!" Ginny gasped first. Gail was overloaded from the finger in her pussy and the view of the biggest penis she had ever seen. 

Connie played with Gail's clitty and whispered. "This means that we will now have to get naked for the next video we send them. Do you want to get naked Gail?" Her middle finger moved south and discovered that young Gail had lost her cherry. 

"How about you Connie?" Ginny asked moving behind the other woman and reaching around and into the opening on her robe. She found the top of her panties and quickly pushed under them. 



"All the way," Ginny giggled as she quickly stripped. She turned to help Connie who was removing Gail's panties. They all stopped and starred at the soft nakedness wondering how it was going to feel against their own.



"Are we going to make the video now?" the youngest woman asked. 

"Not yet," Ginny grinned pulling the two naked bodies to the bed. "First we have to rehearse." Connie was placed in between the sisters so as she frenched Gail she felt Ginny's pointed nipples pressing into her bare back. Fingers moved to find soft breasts before toying with the rigid nips. It wasn't until Gail's right middle finger parted Connie's moist slit that the serious business started. "Oh yes...right there...it feels so good," Connie moaned as fingers from both sisters played and finger-fucked her sex. 



Connie too was able to reach down between each sister's legs and toy with their moist folds. The three of them had been building this up until it was finally going to explode. Connie moved her lips back and forth between them until she couldn't hold back. "NOW...DAMMIT...NOW!!" 



Both Gail and Ginny giggled as they kept touching the climatic wife. Connie had a multiple orgasm for the first time in her life. "AGAIN...OH FUCK....AGAIN!" 

Finally a minute later she collapsed back on the bed and laid there motionless until Ginny poked her left boob. "Uh...that was fun but since I'm not touching my sister I think you need to...." 

"Yeah," the younger girl said seriously. "It's payback time." 

*

Cliff and Jim laughed as they wondered what reaction the women had when they saw their hard cocks. "Shit man...I can't wait to see some pussy. Does Connie shave it?" 

"In the summer for her swim suit. Around now it definitely qualifies as a beaver," Cliff laughed. "How about Ginny?" 

"Trims it all the time and even then her pubes are so blonde they might as well not even be there. Damn I hope to see some of Gail's bod." 

They were about to head to bed when someone knocked on the door. Cliff opened it to see their boss smiling. "What's up Ben?" 

"The Corporate plane was here today with some executives and they have two seats heading back to Seattle. "Would you two be interested in some R and R?" 

"Fuck yes," Jim answered for the both of them from behind Cliff. "What time is it leaving?" 

"In 30 minutes," Ben laughed. "Hurry up." 

*

It was to late for the women to make another video plus they were all spent from the fingering that went on. The three naked bodies moved under the silk sheets and huddled together.  

"I've missed having a warm body up against mine," Ginny whispered in Connie's ear. 

"Me too," Connie whispered back as she hooked her hand under Gail's arm and cupped the petite titty. Her large breasts flattened against the girl's back as Ginny's hard tips pressed into her back. 

Ginny woke up when she felt the bed moving and heard the moaning next to her. She didn't know what time it was since it was so dark. However it was light enough to see Connie lying on top of Gail with their thighs interlocked together. Connie's leg humped against the dripping slit of the teenager. 

"Oh yes...don't stop...it feels so...so goood," Gail begged. As Connie's body moved upward the girl dipped her face underneath and captured the huge nipple in her lips. 

The bed was forcefully moving and bagging against the wall now. Suddenly the light came on and Connie and Gail's bodies froze. They turned and saw Ginny with a movie camera. "Don't stop." 

"But...are we going to show the men?" Gail asked feeling Connie moving against her pussy again. "Don't they have to do the next thing?" 

"Nope...it's our turn and it's time to touch and kiss." Ginny answered. She pulled over the tripod and directed the camera at the bed. Seconds later she moved up behind Connie and reached between the larger woman's legs. Her fingers slipped under her ass until they found her opened sex. 

"Oh God," Connie cried out. Gail's lips sucked on her nipples while Ginny finger-fucked her. 

The morning light was peeking through the curtains while the women continued to kiss and touch. Connie got the best of it since the sisters would only do her. It took almost an hour of foreplay but finally she gave in to her satisfaction. "OH SWEET MOMMA...NOW...DON'T STOP!" 

*

"Shhh, I think I hear some noise upstairs," Cliff whispered after unlocking the front door. "Maybe they are awake." 

Connie was spent again and had less energy than before. "NO MORE PLEASE," she begged. She had to push Ginny off of her so she could go to the bathroom. 

"Hurry back," young Gail giggled while moving next to her naked sister. They pulled the sheet over them and faced down into the soft pillows. 

*

"Shhh," Cliff whispered back at Jim after peeking into the bedroom. He saw the video camera on the tripod pointing at the bed which had two bodies under the sheet. "Get undressed." 

Both were rock hard as they practically ripped off their clothes. Now naked they tiptoed into the bedroom. They didn't know which side of the bed to take so Jim went right and Cliff left. 

Ginny was almost asleep when she felt the bed move and a body crawl next to hers. "It's about time you got back to take care of me." She felt a hand on her lower back and opened her eyes. The hand was very large and had rough skin. "OH GOD!" She turned and looked into Cliff's eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" 

Gail had her eyes closed until her sister started yelling. She couldn't see over her sister's body and when she felt someone crawl into the bed behind her she quickly turned to see her brother who was naked as she. "Jim!"

"Damn you are better than I imagined," Jim grinned looking at her small titties and tiny nipples. His eyes raped down her stomach to see her golden fleece matted down from a night of foreplay. "Did we interrupt something?" 

Ginny was embarrassed having Cliff looking at her body. Her instinct was to cover her breasts but when she saw his nine inch rod pointing into her stomach she dropped her hand downward and forward. "This can't be real. I must be dreaming." 

"If you are this is a wonderful wet dream," he whispered moving his large fingers up her legs until he found her moist golden bush. As they played and fondled their heads moved forward until their lips met and opened. For the next five minutes their fingers and tongue explored until Ginny moved onto her back. "What are we doing?" Cliff asked not resisting her hand pulling him in between her opened legs. 

"The same as them," Ginny giggled glancing next to her at her husband's cock sliding in and out of her sister's sex. "But please go slow." Her right hand grabbed and guided the huge shaft until it lined up to enter her depths. She looked up at him and nodded. Slowly inch by inch his hips lowered until all nine hard inches of him disappeared. "OH GOD!" 

"Fuck me Jim," Gail whispered pulling his hard buttocks downward. "I've always wondered how this would be." 

"Me too little sister. Ever since these little titties started growing." His head lowered to capture and suckle a small pink gumdrop. She was tight but as her juices flowed it became easier and easier. Her fingernails dug into his ass to hold him tight against her swollen clit. 

Gail has lost her cherry to a young guy with no experience and a small dick. It was like the real first time as a real man pierced her tightness. "Do it...fuck me," she whispered. 

The two couples took their time fucking. Slowly with control at first and then faster and faster until they all came. 

"AHHHHH!" Jim groaned filling her tight void with his cum. 

"YES! YES! YES!" Gail screamed. 

"FUCK...OH FUCK!" Cliff cried. 

But Ginny didn't want it to end. Never had she been this filled before. It was a feeling she didn't want to end. But Cliff didn't slow down. He kept fucking her until she popped. 

"Ohhhhh MY GOD!" 

*

The four of them lay spent when Cliff sat up. "Uh where is my wife?" 

"She went to the bathroom before you came in," Ginny said looking over at the closed door. "We better check on her." The four of them walked to the door and Cliff peeked inside. 

"She's sleeping the bathtub. I guess you girls tired her out." 

"Let her sleep," Ginny grinned looking down at Cliff's semi-hard member. "Let's go back to bed." 

But Jim had wanted to touch those massive tits for a while now. "I think I need a shower." 

*

Connie felt someone touching her and reached up to push the hand away. "Please..let me sleep." 

"I need to shower," Jim whispered lightly touching her arm and then over and down to cup and lightly lift her left breast. 

She heard the male voice and figured she was dreaming. "Um...that feels good." Her hand moved up over his and when he lightly pinched and pulled her nipple she opened her eyes to look at it. Her face jerked to the side. "Jim." 

"Uh huh. How about you stand up and take a shower with me?" He grabbed her left hand and helped her up. 

Connie looked at the cock she had seen on the video and back at the door. "We shouldn't do this without asking our spouses first." She moved back to let him get into the shower and face her. 

Jim's hands once again touched her breasts. "I don't think they will have any problem." 

"Ohhh," she moaned before reaching down to touch only the second hard cock in her life. "Are you sure?" 

Jim moved forward and pushed open her legs. Moments later his body dipped to allow his hard-on to push up into her opened gash. "Yes, I've very sure," he said with most of his six inches inside. "You see they have already fucked once and are working on number two." 

"Oh...wait let me lean back. So that means that we have to catch up!" 

Gail stood back watching the naked couple fucking in the shower. She couldn't wait to tell her girlfriends about what had happened. As they fucked she took the video camera and aimed it at the mirror. 

"Hi Matt," she grinned. "I think you are going to like the video I'm going to make. Now don't show it to your college roommate. Now you will have to make one just like this one and send it back." 

*

It was two months later when Cliff was sent back to the lower states and Jim was left alone. He was really bored until someone knocked on his door. He opened it and saw a younger man. 

"Jim..Hi I'm Rick," he grinned. "I guess I'm going to be your roommate for the next four months." 

Jim helped him carry in his gear and looked at his wedding ring. "You know it gets pretty boring up here and without any real sex we have to be creative." 




You've Got Mail



"Whoa," Rick said sitting back at the table. "I hope you are not thinking that we...you know?" 

Jim laughed. "No but my wife and I have this thing about sending some sexy videos back and forth." 

"That's cool," Rick grinned. "I'll make sure not to open any of your emails." 

"Actually I wouldn't mind. I mean peeking at another naked woman keeps the fires going if you know what I mean. So if you want to take a peek go ahead." 

"Won't she get pissed if she finds out?" 

"No, my last roomie and I swapped videos back and forth with my wife and his." Jim stopped to let it all sink in. 

"Shit, I don't know," Rick said after a few minutes. "I mean I will be seeing your wife naked and I'm sure my wife won't do the same for you." 

"She lives in Seattle right?" Jim asked after seeing the luggage tags on the guy's bags. "Why don't we leave it up to my wife to talk to her?" 

"Sure...I mean why not. If she gets pissed I'll just blame you," Rick laughed. He was tired from his trip and quickly unpacked. Before turning it he saw Jim at the computer. 

"OK, I gave Ginny your wife's name, address and phone number." 

"Don't get your hopes up," Rick grinned. 

*

Nothing was said the next week until the two came in from working and Jim saw he had mail with an attachment. "Hey look at this." 

Rick hurried over and looked at the monitor. He saw Ginny sitting on the bed smiling. "Looks like it's your wife. I won't look." He moved away until Jim called him back. "Uh you better get here quickly." 

Rick ran over again and saw his wife of five years sitting on the bed next to the older woman. "Fuck..I don't believe it." 

"Man she is a cutie," Jim grinned seeing the short but stocky dark-haired woman with deep brown eyes. 

Rick pulled up another chair next to Jim's. "She's really shy so don't expect much." 

*

Sally was upset after sending her husband off to Alaska for four months. They had moved to Seattle a few weeks ago to be closer when he got some leave time. However, not knowing anyone in the rainy city was depressing. While looking at the job ads she heard a knock on the door. 

"Hi Sally...I'm Ginny." 

For the next two hours Ginny took her time getting to know the woman. Sally opened a bottle of wine and suddenly the walls came down. The sad wife was feeling better when Ginny started explaining about the sexy videos. At first she was shocked that this nice older woman would allow another man rooming with her husband to see her naked. 

"I was nervous at first but then the guys got into showing themselves. Have you ever seen another man naked?" 

"Well no but...I mean only pictures," Sally said feeling excited but very nervous. "I don't think Rick would allow another man to see me without clothing." 

"Well, Jim has already told him about it and he seems to be open to it. I'll tell you what. Think about it and I'm due to send Jim's next Video on Saturday after noon.  Here is my address and I'll start it around 3PM. If you decide not to do it fine. We can still be friends and I can introduce you to some of my other friends." She stood and Sally walked her to the door. 

Ginny thought that she would be on her own since she didn't hear from Sally. But at 2:55PM sharp she opened the door and saw the nervous woman. "Hi...please come in." 

After leading her into the house she stopped in the foyer. "I uh...uh..spoke to my husband and...and...he wants me to try it. But, I'm very nervous and can we do it quickly before I chicken out?" 

"Sure.yes that's a good idea. Do you want some wine first?" 

Sally nodded and walked into the dining room. She gulped down two glasses of white wine and took a deep breath. "OK." 

Sally took the woman's shaky hand and held it as they walked up the stairs to the bedroom where she had the camera already mounted. Ginny had purchased some portable lighting to help as well. When Sally saw the lights, camera and the bed she froze. "I can't." 

"I understand. If you want we can start but go slow." Ginny looked down the shorter woman's blouse at the sexy black bra. 

"Go slow like what? I mean what are we going to do?" 

"Tease them," Ginny giggled. "Come on let's sit on the bed and we can practice first." 

Sally felt better than they were going to go slow. The camera was off as well as the lights. "What did you and the other woman do first?" 

"We kissed." 

Sally grinned. "Rick always likes to watch women kiss when we watch a movie." 

"Do you want to try it?" 

"I guess so." Sally turned her body towards Ginny and closed her eyes while offering her rosy puffy lips. Seconds later she felt the soft cushions and marveled at the difference. Ginny didn't rush and a minute later pulled apart. "That wasn't so bad right?" 

"I liked it...I mean you know...teasing the men." 

Ginny peeked at the woman's hard nipples and knew she liked it for other reasons. "The men like to see women French." 

Sally didn't complain while turning and closing her eyes again. This time Ginny's tongue sneaked out and lightly licked right to left. She felt the woman's lips part and slowly penetrated forward. 

Ginny was surprised when Sally's tongue quickly moved against her own. They moved cautiously at first but as a minute passed the tongue action sped and explored.  After another two minutes Sally pulled back. 

"Oh my God...I never knew kissing another woman would be so hot." 

"We should practice some more to get it right," Ginny giggled.  

This time tongues didn't hesitate and breasts crushed together. Sally's were not as big as Ginny's but they were still nice and round. 

This time it was Ginny who had to break apart to get her breath. "God, are you sure you haven't kissed another woman before?" 

"Yes," Sally grinned. "Is that all you did for the first video?" 

"Yes but if you want to speed up things we can go further." 

*

Rick took a big sip of brew as Jim turned up the volume. 

Ginny spoke first. "Hi honey. I guess we are surprising you Rick seeing your lovely wife sitting next to me." 

"Hi baby," Sally said with a little wave. "I really like Ginny and since you asked for me to make you a video I've decided to do it." 

"Fuck me," Rick whispered when his wife turned towards Jim's wife and pressed her lips to the older woman. He sat forward and watched as the lips opened and tongues were seen mixing and caressing. 

Jim grinned at the man's reaction and was turned on thinking about possibly swapping when they returned home. He could only see the top half of Sally's body but it looked quite curvy. "They only kissed during the first video." He was about to go get beer when he saw Ginny's fingers reach over to unbutton Sally's top blouse button. "Shit." 

"Damn is she taking off my wife's blouse?" Rick asked watching the four buttons slowly open. 

"I think so," Jim said feeling his cock about to burst out of his pants. He didn't know the man good enough to take it out and jerk off. "Wow, nice titties." 

"I know," Rick grinned. "I've never seen that bra before. She must have bought it for this." He sat up as Sally turned and lifted Ginny's sweater up over her pink laced bra. Her nipples were easily seen through the sheer mesh. "Man, those are amazing." 

When the tops were off the women again turned and French kissed. The cups of their bras crushed together while their hands moved up and down the almost bare backs. 

"I don't believe what I'm seeing," Rick said moving his eyes closer to the monitor. "She knows I've always wanted to see two women together."

Jim was surprised that Ginny had talked the woman into going this far. He expected it to end any minute but they kept kissing like the camera wasn't even on them. Even he had to sit forward when he saw Ginny's experienced fingers unsnap the back of Sally's black bra. "They are going faster than last time." 

"Good," Rick gasped seeing his wife's bra fall to the floor and her 34B bare pink boobs pop outward. "Her nipples are rock hard." 

"I'll say," Jim added. He watched Rick's reaction when Ginny's boobs appeared. They both were breathing heavy when the bare tits pressed and rubbed while they did more kissing. 

*

Even Ginny was shocked that Sally had gone this far. They had agreed to kiss and take off their tops and that was it. She pulled her lips from the woman and whispered, "How far do you want to go?" 

"I'll tell you when to stop." The nipples were hard and their panties were soaked when Ginny pushed Sally back and sucked in her left nip. 

"Ohhh," Sally moaned while falling onto her back on the bed. She loved her nipples touched and sucked and Ginny knew what to do better than her husband. After a few minutes she pushed Ginny back and did the same. 

*

"FUCK FIX THE CAMERA!" Jim cried out when the women fell back onto the bed. 

"What are they doing?" Rick asked. 

"Shit I don't know." 

*

The women didn't know they were below the view of the camera and didn't care. As they took turns sucking and licking each other's nipples their hands opened their jeans and wormed their fingers under the damp panties into their flaming pussies. 

"Take off my jeans and panties," Sally begged as she lifted her hips upward. 

*

"Shit Ginny is taking off Sally's jeans," Rick gasped seeing his wife's middle pop up in the screen. "And her fucking panties." 

Ginny giggled as she waved the black matching undies around and around on her index finger. "The guys can't see us on the bed. Should I adjust the camera?" 

"No, make them wonder what we are doing," Sally said. She pushed Ginny back and quickly pulled off the tight jeans and matching pink boy shorts. She saw the shaved pussy and smiled. "Rick has been wanting me to shave it all off." 

"I'll help if you want," Ginny grinned. Again their bodies came together but this time from head to feet. Their fingers caressed and massaged until Ginny's right middle finger parted the dark bush and hidden pink lips. "OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"  

*

"Did you hear that?" Rick asked. That was my wife's voice. 

"I think my wife just found her pleasure button," Jim laughed. 

They watched the empty screen concentrating on the moans and cries of pleasure. The bed headboard was moving as the women raced for completion. 

"OH GOD I'M CUMING!" Sally screamed lifting her hips and opened pussy upward into the view of the men. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGERS!!" 

*

"Oh shit," Rick cried out opening his fly and pulling out his six inch thin hard cock. He stroked it faster and faster and couldn't hold back when Ginny's opened legs lifted up and he saw his wife's fingers digging into the shaved pussy lips. "I can't...OHHHHH!" 

Jim laughed and handed the man a bunch of paper towels. "Here."  He was closed himself and seconds later filled some paper towels his own hand. 

*

"That was amazing," Sally whispered moving her nakedness against Ginny's back. "I don't think I'm going to be as bored the next four months as I thought." 

"Me too," Ginny grinned. "And, if you want I have another woman and my sister who may want to meet you." 

"Good what else can we do?" Sally whispered kissing down the woman's side to her hips. 

"I think you are doing just fine," Ginny said turning over on her back and allowing the short woman between her opened legs. "Actually great," she gasped when the inexperienced tongue pierced her already dripping slit. 

*

It was four months later when Ginny and Sally picked up the guys at the airport. They kissed like they had known each other for years and on the way home Sally sat in the back with Jim. 

Ginny drove and saw Rick peeking back at his wife and his roommate kissing. "Don't worry we only have about twenty minutes to get to our house." 

The End. 

Ending note: I know some of the men won't like the gay play but I did warn you. I hope you enjoyed it. Wait...I've got mail....Slick. 



You've Got Mail



Gemma Young paced back and forth in her living room as she furiously scolded her son. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to come home from work to find him having sex not only with their neighbor Sarah Matthews, but with her cute daughter Ashley too! Fancy that -- a mother-daughter combo! Right there in her very own bedroom! The audacity of it! To see them both kneeling before him, covered in spunk. She had been lost for words and had just stood in the doorway eyes-wide aghast. 

A few seconds later she had kicked the two tramps out of her house and violently dragged her naked son into their living room. She had ranted. She had raved. She had thrown cushions at him and she had shouted herself speechless. And the entire time he had just sat there, as calm as the day is long. A wry little smile playing across his face, apparently not in the least bit embarrassed that he had been caught or that he now sat completely naked in front of his own mother. Most eighteen-year olds would have blushed and stammered and offered a million apologies and excuses. But not Ben. He just sat there, he almost looked amused. And look -- his cock was still semi-hard! Had he no shame?

Finally she gained control of herself, she took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

"I'm not going to ask why, you're eighteen, and the answer's obvious." She said. "But how Ben? That's what amazes me the most -- I mean it was a mother and daughter for heaven's sake! How?"

Ben regarded his mom for a few seconds and his face creased as though he were considering his answer carefully. 

"Would you believe that I was just irresistible?"

She looked back at him with a scornful stare. "No-one is that irresistible. Try again mister, I want the truth."

"The truth?"

"Yes. We're not moving from here until you're completely honest with me. Or maybe you like sitting naked in front of your own mother?"

To her amazement her son simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Whatever floats your boat mom. Don't think I haven't caught you catching a peak of the good stuff." He brazenly indicated his cock.

Gemma flushed a deep beetroot, stunned by his cockiness.

"Don't test your luck kiddo. You may think you're a hot little charmer but I am your mother."

"Oh I know who you are, maybe better than you know yourself."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

Ben looked her up and down appraisingly and her blood ran cold. She suddenly felt like she was the one who was naked and not the other way around. 

"The truth?" He asked, "That's really what you want?"

She nodded.

"I can control people's minds." He sat back in the sofa, hands behind his head.

She waited for the punch line but it never came. They matched stares for a few seconds before she pulled herself away. There was something about his eyes she'd never noticed before. They were kind of, well, empty. It was like being sucked into a vacuum. She shook her head and blinked a few times, amazed that he'd been able to shock her into silence like this.

"You can control people's minds." She repeated skeptically.

"Yes."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Oh I find it very funny." He said. "But to be honest it's getting rather boring. It's not even a challenge anymore. I mean Sarah Matthews AND Ashley Matthews. At the same time. And they gave in so easily."

"That's not funny Ben. Stop lying to me."

"I'm not. I just concentrated real hard and -- poof! -- their brains were scrambled." 

"Ben..." she warned impatiently.

"But do you know what I really wanted?" He continued unfazed. "I wanted to see if Mrs Matthews would eat her daughter's pussy."

Gemma gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. She had never heard her son speak so vulgarly, it was a side she had never seen before.

"And I think she would have done it too, it took a lot of coaxing but I think she would have done it. Imagine that. But then you came bursting in and ruined everything. Thanks heaps mom."

"That's enough Ben. I won't have you talking like this in front of me. If you want to indulge in your sick little fantasies that's fine, but don't sit there and tell me such outrageous lies. Have some respect."

"I can prove it." He told her matter-of-factly. 

"What?" 

"I can control minds. I can prove it." He suddenly stood up and walked to the sideboard.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm getting proof." He scribbled something on a piece of paper, folded it neatly in half and placed it inside an envelope. On the back of the envelope he wrote their address and then placed a stamp on it. "I'm going to post this tomorrow and by the time it comes back to us I will have scrambled your brain too."

"Are you high or something? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's the truth mom." 

Gemma shook her head sadly at him. "I'm so disapp-"

Her son cut her off. "In four days time this letter will get back to us. When it does I will open it and read it to you. And then, even after I've proved it to you, even after you realize the truth." He grinned at her confidently. "Even after you realize what I've done to you, you're still going to get on your knees and beg to suck me off."

Gemma slapped him hard and he reeled backwards clutching his cheek.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" She shouted, "I'm not one of those slutty little tramps you've just been fucking, I'm your mother for fuck-sake! How dare you! Who the fuck do you think you are?" She slapped him across the shoulder again for good measure. "Get to your room and think about what you've just said."

Ben stared back at his mother silently before moving to walk away. As he passed her his hand suddenly shot out and he touched her lightly on the forehead with his index finger.

"Poof!" He said and then walked away clutching the envelope.

That night Gemma tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, completely shocked by the exchange earlier in the day. She couldn't believe her own son would speak to her so degradingly. It was like he was a completely different person. 

She'd given birth to Ben when she was eighteen and had been a young mom. She'd made her mistakes along the way, but up until today she'd always thought she'd done a good job of raising him. She'd always considered the fact that she was still young herself a bonus. She'd thought that she'd be able to manage closeness with him that an older mom couldn't. She was only thirty-six and since he'd turned eighteen she had felt like they weren't just mother and son, but friends too.

Maybe that was the problem. He just didn't respect her anymore. And to tell her she was going to suck him off? Christ!

She thought about all that nonsense about being able to control peoples' minds. Was he crazy? Was that why he was having these delusions? The fact that her son had always been popular wasn't lost on her. Sure he could be charming at times, and he usually got the things he wanted. But for him to think that he could control minds! It beggared belief. And that lewd suggestion - was he serious? Did he really think she was going to give him a blowjob? His own mother?

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling uncomfortably. She knew that at thirty-six she was younger than any of his friends' moms. And she knew that all his friends secretly lusted after her, hell, they probably wanked themselves silly fantasizing about her! And she'd be lying if she didn't admit that the thought tickled her, that at times she'd even encouraged it with her skimpy swimsuits and short skirts. But she never meant to tease HIM. Her own flesh-and-blood. She never imagined that she'd be turning him on too. She wasn't sure she could blame him though. With her long blonde hair, blazing green eyes and trim figure with full breasts she was the fantasy of most guys in the neighborhood. Try as she might, regardless of the outfit, she looked like a porn star no matter how she dressed. Why wouldn't a horny delusional eighteen-year old boy lust after her?

She wondered if he masturbated over her too? Or if he even realized his cock had been rock hard again when he had walked out of the room?

She slowly drifted off to sleep.

As she got dressed the following morning she decided that she wouldn't make her son any breakfast. She was still quietly fuming over his behavior the previous day and wanted to punish him. If he wanted to mix it with the grown-ups then he could start by making his own food.

"Beg to suck him off? As if!" she muttered to herself as she brushed her hair. She'd teach him to show some respect alright.

As she walked down the stairs she was amazed to find Ben already up and dressed. He was stood by the sink washing his dishes. She paused on the stairs to watch him, looking for anything different. But he behaved just like the same old Ben, the way the son she knew and loved acted. The step creaked beneath her foot and he looked up at her, startled.

"Oh, um, morning mom." He smiled at her sheepishly. "Look I'm really sorry for the way I spoke yesterday. It was out of line." He gestured at the kitchen table. "I made pancakes for breakfast." He offered by way of apology.

Gemma frowned at her son and he looked back at her uncertainly then looked at his feet. "Sorry mom." He mumbled.

She sighed audibly and finished making her way down the stairs. She sat beside the kitchen table and silently tucked into one of the pancakes. It was good. She swallowed and then looked at him and offered a brief small smile.

"I guess it's a start." She told him. He looked relieved and turned back to washing the dishes. 

"A start is all I ask, but I'm going to make it all up to you I promise. I'm so sorry you saw me like that. I shouldn't have told you those things. I-I don't know what was wrong with me, or why I said what I said. I'm so sorry mom."

He was babbling now and she began to relax. THIS was how a teenage boy was supposed to act when he'd been busted having sex. Humble and deeply apologetic.

And pancakes! She could get used to this.

"Its okay honey, like I said, it's a start. I just want to forget all about yesterday."

"Thanks mom."

"But there is one thing I want to clear up first." She gauged his reaction carefully. "What you said you wanted me to do... you didn't mean it did you? I mean, you wouldn't really want me to do... that?"

Ben blushed and looked away. "Sorry mom."

Was that a yes or a no? She wondered but let it drop for now. She'd been a horny teenager once too. Still, now that he was talking sense again maybe there was a way through all this nonsense.

"These are nice pancakes Ben." She said and began eating another one.

"Thanks." 

As she chewed Gemma giggled nervously and tried to break the tension.

"So you can read minds eh?" She teased him.

"Control minds." He blurted and then shrugged. "But yeah, I can read them too."

"Okay, what color am I thinking of?" 

Blue.

"Red." Ben said instantly.

"Ha! You suck!" Gemma laughed then put her hand over her mouth. Suck? Oops! That wasn't helping. "Some mind reader you are."

"Controller." He corrected her again and then smiled slyly. "Yeah I guess you're right." He brushed his hand through his brown hair and frowned at her. "You sure it wasn't red? I think it was you know, and you just want to tease me. You thought of red and you wanted to tease me. Go on, admit it. It's revenge right? You want to tease me as revenge?"

"Sorry kiddo, don't quit your day job."

He looked at her suspiciously, like he was still trying to read her mind. "Hmmm..." Then he threw his arms up in the air as though in defeat. "Oh knickers!" he said. "Flipping teasing red knickers."

She started laughing. A few seconds later he joined in.

When she was done with the pancakes he cleared the dishes up and began filling the sink with water again.

"Such a good boy." Gemma told him and squeezed his shoulder from behind.

"So, you forgive me then?"

"We'll see sweetheart. We'll see."

She sat back down and drank coffee while they chatted about his plans for the summer. They carefully circled around the events of the preceding day and Gemma was quietly hopeful that they could now put it past them. When he was done drying the dishes Ben retrieved his jacket from the coat-stand and slipped into his sneakers.

"I've got to run some errands mom. I'll be back in a little while if that's okay?" He stood in their open doorway and looked back at her questioningly.

"Sure honey, whatever you need to do. Make sure you're back by lunch though."

"Oh its okay, I won't be long." He told her. "I just have to post a letter."

"Alright. See you later baby." She smiled happily as he closed the door behind him and walked up the garden path. Things were going to be just fine, she told herself. There's nothing wrong with my son, he's just-

Wait. Did he say letter?

She resisted the urge to ask him about his errand when he returned for lunch. He seemed so happy, so normal. She didn't want to ruin things again. He was a good boy, who cares if he got a bit caught up in his fantasies?

Still, it nagged at her the rest of the day. She couldn't quite put it to rest. Was it the same letter he'd written yesterday? And if so what did it say? It was proof he had said, how could it be proof? She remembered how self-assured he had seemed. And so it went, over and over all day long. It nagged and needled and worried her until she could take no more.

"Ben?" She asked later that night.

"Hmmph?" He murmured distractedly, caught up in the Saturday night movie.

"What was that letter you posted this morning?"

He gave a little side-long glance at her "Oh, ah, nothing."

"Ben?" she moaned at him. "Tell me."

Her son sighed and turned to face her. "It was just a letter mom." 

She paled and whispered nervously "Proof?" 

Ben stood up. "I think I'm going to get an early night." He told her and climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

As she sat alone in the dimly lit room Gemma suddenly felt a little shook up and try as she might she was unable to concentrate on the film. A short while later she retired to bed too.

When she woke the next morning her very first thought had been red panties and she instantly remembered the idea she'd had before falling asleep. If Ben wanted to torture himself by fantasizing that he could control her mind then why shouldn't she help him? Maybe tease him a little? Why shouldn't she let him think his plan was working -- even if it was only for the day? Maybe if she showed him how stupid he was being he would let it all drop.

She eventually found the panties she had in mind at the bottom of her underwear drawer. They were tight and frilly in a scorching red and as she fingered their delicate lace she tried to remember when and where she'd bought them. No matter she decided and eagerly slipped them on. They were a snug fit and she felt sexy as she admired herself standing topless in the mirror. Her breasts were full and pert and, she suddenly realized, her nipples were stiff with excitement.

Wow, it had been a while since she'd felt like this!

She slipped into a plain white shirt and tied a few of the buttons. It was only short and barely covered the tops of her thighs. But was just low enough to cover her panties. Until she sat down at least. Without a bra her breasts strained against the inside of the shirt and opened it up a little at the front. She was showing a hell of a lot of cleavage but it would be worth it to see his face. He had always liked her breasts, even as an infant. She remembered how eagerly he would latch onto her nipples when he was breast-fed. How she would sing to him as she nursed him to sleep in his cock -- 

"Cot." She corrected herself. "I mean cot."

She paused and looked again in the mirror. She could probably do with some make-up, but still, the ruffled just-got-out-of-bed look was just as sexy. She took a deep breath then released it slowly. Man she felt hot.

Ben was downstairs pottering about the kitchen again. He was sat beside the sink eating cereal out of a bowl when his mom came down. His eyes immediately widened when he saw what she was wearing but he recovered quickly.

"Oh hi mom. Would you like some coffee?" He turned away from her and flicked the kettle.

"Thanks sunshine." She beamed, she had registered the brief moment of shock on his face and was delighted that her efforts hadn't been in vain. This was too easy. She slipped into the chair and crossed her legs beneath the table. Her thighs curved over one another and were tanned and soft and inviting.

"Not getting dressed this morning mom?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"No." She leaned back in her chair sultrily and crooned, "I don't know what's the matter with me but I just didn't feel like it today." She pulled her hands behind her head as she stretched and her tits pushed out obscenely. "You don't mind do you?"

Too obvious? She bit her lip and settled down.

"Yeah. Whatever." He turned away casually and began pouring their drinks. "I was thinking of going to the cinema this afternoon anyway."

"That's nice honey. What were you planning on seeing?"

He shrugged and handed her a mug of coffee. "Nothing in particular. I just thought you wouldn't want me hanging around under your feet all day."

"Silly." She said. "You wouldn't be under my feet. I like having a big strong man around the house." She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. "Urrgh! Too strong!" She got up and retrieved the milk from the fridge, then turned and kissed her son. He was taller than her so she had to stand on tiptoes. She gave him a quick peck under his jaw. "Thanks for the drink but I need something a little creamier."

"You're welcome."

When she returned to the kitchen table, instead of sitting straight down, she pulled her chair out and then sat on it backwards. Her legs spread around its frame and her shirt lifted up above her panties. "So you don't want to stay home with me then?" She asked. "I don't know, we could rent a video or something. What do you think?" She smiled a little as she saw his gaze dart between her legs. She knew her underwear was visible between the struts of the chair and she realized that if he looked hard enough he was sure to spot the faintest of camel-toes. She rested her hands on her knees and then dragged them back, her thumbs trailing along the inside of her thighs, purposefully capturing his attention.

"What do you think Ben?" She asked again.

"Y-yeah. That would be nice." He looked a little flustered but he was nodding. His eyes never left her crotch.

"Perfect." She purred and her smile was all pearly whites.

A little later, whilst Ben was at the video-store Gemma tried to distract herself by cleaning the house. She couldn't believe she'd acted like that in front of her own son. So flirtatious. So brazen. What must he be thinking?

She knew what he had been thinking. She had seen the bulge along his inner thigh. She knew exactly what he'd been thinking. But that was all part of the plan right? To fool him into thinking he'd brainwashed her, and then show him exactly how stupid, how delusional, that notion was? Boy was he in for a shock. He wouldn't-

She suddenly stopped and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. God her pussy felt sticky! Her panties clung deliciously tight and pulled against her clit as she moved. Her finger crept down and swiped across her crotch and she moaned quietly.

"C'mon Gemma." She admonished herself. "You're not supposed to be getting off on this. Behave."

She picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. MTV was playing one of her favorite songs so she flopped idly onto the sofa and began to sing along. For the next hour she channel-hopped. She caught the end of a thriller where the main character was climbing into her car, unaware the killer was hiding in the trunk. 




You've Got Mail



"Nooo." She said to no one. "The spunk silly! You need to check out the spunk!"

She paused and looked around. Of course there was no one to hear. Her ears burned regardless and she stifled a nervous giggle.

"Trunk." She spoke firmly and clearly. "Trunk."

What is wrong with me? Get a grip girl, your head is turned all around. 

Of course it is, she argued, I saw my son give my neighbor and her daughter a cum-bath. Of course my head's turned around. Its not everyday you see your son blow a juicy load.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. There, that's better. Now where did I put that remote cum-trol?

She clenched her fingers and toes and her whole frame shook with frustration.

"CON-trol."

Grrrr!

Later that afternoon she lay on her back on the sofa with her legs stretched across her son's lap. He had rented an action film but she was more concerned with the sour cream dip he'd bought.

As she watched Bruce Willis shoot yet another bad guy -- yawn! -- she dipped a breadstick into the cream -- yummy! - and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue idly flicked at the tip, before closing her teeth around it with a crunch. She watched with delight as her son's eyes darted to look at her. He shifted about uncomfortably and she stifled a grin. 

This is what you want right? A sexy brainwashed mom? She bent her leg at the knee and pushed down on his thigh with a bare foot. She felt a bulge in his trousers twitch beneath her toes. 

Jackpot.

"Sit still." She moaned. "You're so fidgety."

She clenched her toes and they grazed lightly across his swollen shaft. He flinched.

"S-sorry mom."

She tutted at him and shook her head. Then she fed another dollop of sour cream into her mouth. You think you're such a great mind reader Benny-boy? Well your old mom can read minds too. I know exactly what you're thinking. You're thinking you'd like to dip your big old cock into the sour dip and then have me lick it off aren't you? Your own mom. Well it's not going to happen you little pervert. Can you read that? It's not going to happen.

A dollop of cream dropped onto the swell of her breast. It was cold and she jumped. She flicked a finger across it and sucked it clean. She looked up and he was grinning at her.

"What?" She asked.

"You're getting cream all over you."

She smiled back at him sweetly.

Pervert.

Okay Gemma, she told herself. Okay. Just settle down there. It's just a game right? Just a game to teach him a lesson. No need to start getting irritated at the poor horny pup. After all you're doing this for his own good right?

Yes she replied. It's for him, not for me.

Her panties were sopping.

They sat in silence for most of the film though Gemma barely caught two minutes of it, so caught up was she in her own head. When it was done she got up, pecked him on the cheek and told him she was going to bed.

Alone in her room she quietly scolded herself. She was supposed to make a fool of him. That was the plan right? Show him that he wasn't able to control peoples' minds. What was the point of all that teasing if she didn't pull the rug from under his feet at the end?

But he hadn't made a move had he? Lord knows she'd given him enough opportunities. A whole days worth.

She had to peel her panties off her crotch before getting into bed. Hell, I feel horny, she thought. And then she fell asleep.

She called in sick on Monday morning though the only part of her body burning with fever was between her legs. She tossed and turned in bed for a few hours trying to fight her aching sex.

It's just the excitement of dressing sexy yesterday, she told herself. It's been too long since you indulged that's all. After all, when was the last time you enjoyed a good fuck? Her mind drew a blank.

Exactly.

"It's a wonder I don't have cobwebs." She whispered. I'm only thirty-six, I'm too young for cobwebs. Now that slut Sarah Matthews, she should have cobwebs. I reckon she would too if Ben hadn't fucked her. She probably hasn't had a decent orgasm in years; she should thank my Benny for taking care of her.

Gemma spread her legs and slowly began stroking her pussy as she contemplated this, though it was a subconscious act and she was barely aware of it.

"I wonder if she begged too?" she murmured.

Begged TOO? She held onto the tail end of that thought and examined it with a puzzled expression on her face. What do you mean by that? she asked herself. Who else is going to beg?

"I mean... I mean..." she whispered anxiously.



A whole load of juice leaked onto her hand and her fingers became slippery. She moaned and worked one, then two fingers inside.

"Mmm, I mean Ashley of course." She blurted this out defensively. "Yes. Ashley Matthews. She was there too."

An image flashed across her consciousness. Two women -- mother and daughter -- on their knees with their heads tilted back and their mouths open like two baby chicks being fed. Rich nutritious spunk erupting violently from her son's cock.

Her pelvis bucked and she added a third finger. Her slick pussy took it hungrily and without complaint.

"Oh god!" She protested at the images assaulting her and squeezed her eyes shut. "Why am I thinking about this? Go away!"

Suddenly there was blackness and she was relieved. Then came an absent careless thought. She broke out in goose bumps and her fingers paused in their ministrations.

What if it's him? Controlling my mind? What if it's true? 

"No, surely not-" She began.

But he looked so confident didn't he?

"Yes but-"

And here you are masturbating like a teenager.

"It's not possible." She stated. "It's just not possible."

She chewed her bottom lip nervously. But he did look confident didn't he? 

Sat there on the sofa.

With his juicy cock.

"Oh god!" She clapped her hands over her face. Fuck I'm going crazy! She rolled onto her side and pushed her head into the pillow. When she removed her hands again she looked a little calmer. She took a few slow deep breaths and tried to manage her thoughts.

I'm just horny that's all. I'm doing all this to myself. My son is not controlling my mind. My son is NOT controlling my mind. She twirled a lock of hair around her fingertip and stared at the ceiling uncertainly.

"Fuck I've got to get that letter!"

Things didn't quite go to plan. She took a shower but when she emerged from her room five minutes later she was still naked. She wasn't concerned that her son might see her because she'd heard him go out earlier that morning. 

But she couldn't find anything to wear. And it was bad, real bad. She couldn't even find any underwear. She rummaged around her clothes drawer and threw set after set of panties, knickers and thongs onto the floor. They were all very nice, but they weren't red. It had to be red panties or nothing at all. She didn't know why but that's just the way it was. There was a pair of cotton whites with red flowers on them but she only managed to get them on as far as her knees and no farther.

She looked at yesterday's yummy red pair lying beside her bed. They were stained with her juices and needed urgent washing. She reluctantly dumped them in the hamper and then, with no other option, forgot the underwear and slipped into a short black skirt. It wasn't red but had a cute pink trim along its hemline. Which was short. The skirt had a slit up the side and revealed quite a lot of thigh. And it was tight and hugged her ass.

"At least I won't have a panty line." She tittered and buttoned her small black shirt. She appraised herself in the mirror and then added some pink gloss to her lips. She smiled at her reflection but something wasn't right. After spending another fifteen minutes brushing her hair she eventually decided on a simple ponytail. All the time she continually scolded herself.

"C'mon, c'mon stop fannying around, you've got to get that letter."

When her hair was done she breathed a sigh of relief, slipped into some shoes and walked quickly out of her room.

Two minutes later she came running back in, pinned some red hoops to her ears, slipped into some red heels and then walked out again.

In the city she was gathering stares like some people collected stamps. Though she was in a hurry it had been a while since she'd worn heels and they were forcing her into a slow careful slut-strut. Her hips rolled and her ass shimmied as she walked down the high street.

Normally the stares would have irritated her but today she didn't seem to mind, they just seemed to set her body on fire. She could feel her nipples, rock hard little nubbins grazing against the inside of her shirt. And her pussy tingled with every cool breeze. With each passing moment she regretted more and more that she hadn't finished masturbating earlier. Her legs felt awful unsteady.

As she walked past a shop window she paused and looked at her watch. It was only 1pm. She had another four hours before the post office shut. Plenty of time. She smiled up at the mannequin with the red garter belt and then walked inside the store.

Two hours later she left carrying three large shopping bags stuffed with stockings and garters; push-up bra's, demi-bra's and panties. Lots and lots of red panties. But she still wasn't satisfied. As she had tried on the various items she had become increasingly distracted by her reflection. More specifically her hair. It just wasn't right.

Ten minutes after leaving the clothing store she was sat in a salon. When Jacque, her usual stylist heard her request he just stood behind her in stunned silence. 

"Ar-are you sure?" he stammered.

"Yes."

"Its just that normally you're so conservative and-"

"Oh please Jacque. Just do it for me. I've got places to go."

"But the way you're dressed. You'll look like... like..." he protested.

"I know what I'll look like." She squirmed about in the chair. Her pussy was soaking. "Just do me!"

Ninety-minutes later she admired herself in the mirror.

"See?" she told her hairdresser. "I told you it would look good." She rummaged around in one of her shopping bags and retrieved two red ribbons. "Will you put these in for me now?"

When she emerged from the salon her hair was in pigtails with little red bows. She looked like a hot little porn star and she'd never been happier.

Unfortunately she only had fifteen minutes until the post-office closed and she was going to be late.

John had worked as a mail clerk for fifty years. Man and boy. He'd seen plenty of things but never anything like the hot piece of tail that swayed in at closing time.

"But you don't understand." She was telling him. "I have to have that letter otherwise I won't be able to stop him."

"Stop who?"

"Benny of course. He said I was going to kneel and -- and I'm afraid he might be right." She was babbling at him and not making an awful lot of sense. "Mister, I don't want to kneel-"

"Then don't. Look lady I don't see what this has got to do with a letter. Just wait for it to be delivered. It'll get there tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" she exclaimed. "But-but-but you can't! It's not fair."

"Life isn't fair sweetheart, and neither is the postal service."

Gemma took a deep breath in and then exhaled. She leaned forward across the counter, letting her cleavage spill forward out of her shirt. She looked up at the mail clerk and spoke slowly as though he were a simpleton.

"Look. You know he can't read minds and I know he can't read minds. But look at the state of me... Does it look like I can be trusted with a cock?"

As a matter of fact he thought she could be more than trusted with a cock. She looked like she knew exactly what to do with it. He said nothing though, just raised his eyebrows and smiled while she continued.

"Look at me." she was saying. I'm out of control." As she said this she swung her bags in the air and piles of sexy underwear tumbled out. "Oh crumbs!" she said and sunk to her hands and knees.

John peered over the counter and watched happily as she scrambled around retrieving her clothes. To his delight each time her ass shimmied her skirt worked its way farther and farther up her thighs. Eventually it slipped up around her hips to reveal her snatch, which was tight and smooth and glistening. If she noticed she didn't seem to care.

It was too much for the poor mail clerk to bear and as he eased himself over the counter he was already negotiating.

"Okay sweet cheeks the letter's all yours. But first you're gonna help old John out okay."

Gemma looked back at him and her eyes widened as he fished his cock out of his pants. She groaned.

"Oh God! Yes! Whatever it takes. Please just fuck me. I-I really need it."

And as the words left her lips she realized that she was telling the truth. She did need it. She really did. It had been a long and frustrating day. As the old man pushed his gnarly cock inside of her she gave a grateful little moan and came almost immediately. For John, who had never fucked a girl this hot when he was half his age, it was too much, and as she spasmed and convulsed around him he blew a hot load inside her.

As she drove home that evening she felt calmer. Like a weight had been lifted. Or like all the tension had been released. It had been five years since she'd last been fucked. Lord knows why, she knew she could get it every night if she wanted. There were plenty of eager men, and they could offer a whole lot more than her afternoon post office affair. But brief as it was, her orgasm had been tremendous and in her post-coital bliss she now felt like she could think clearly again. She blushed with disbelief at her behavior. I'm such a slut, she thought. 

But she felt a curious sense of peace regardless. She realized she had repressed her sexuality for far too long. That was all. That was why she'd acted so confused. That was why she hadn't been able to think straight. Her son wasn't controlling her mind. It was preposterous to think that such a thing was possible. She kicked herself for even entertaining such a notion.

Maybe that's what had happened to their neighbor Sarah Matthews. Maybe Ben had merely planted the idea in her head and she'd let it run away with her and the next thing she knew she was on her knees beside her daughter catching spunk.

Gemma liked to think that she was a little more strong willed than that. That she wouldn't be so easily manipulated by subliminal suggestions. Okay, so she had fucked the post office clerk. But no one had made her do it. No one could make her do anything. She was in complete control.

She looked over at the letter sat on the passenger seat and smiled with relief anyway. Now that it was in her possession she felt a whole lot easier. Ben sure was in for a disappointment.

She slowed her car as she approached a red -- yum! -- light. 

Yum rhymes with cum she thought absently. And they both rhyme with son. Isn't that funny?

When she got home her first instinct was to tear open the envelope and read its contents. But then she thought about Ben and how smug he'd looked when he told her that after he'd read her the letter she was going to ... well, when he'd said he would control her. But now the tables could be turned right? By her reading the letter to him she could deprive him of his opportunity. Deny him his control of the situation. 

Yes, a moment like this wasn't to be wasted.

She could hear him upstairs in the bath and calmly but reluctantly put the envelope to one side. This was going to be worth the wait.

As she sat in the kitchen moments later, she sipped at a cup of coffee and thought about how crazy she'd been acting. She shook her head in exasperation at her own foolishness. Still, it hadn't exactly been a normal week had it? Most moms wouldn't be too surprised to inadvertently catch their son's masturbating, but to catch him as he's ejaculating onto two women? No it hadn't exactly been a normal week.

She supposed that some of her behavior could be explained as a reaction to the obvious realization that her son was now a man. And she'd spent so much time thinking of herself as a mom, that maybe she'd stopped thinking of herself as a woman.

Maybe that's what this is? She thought. Maybe that's why Ben said the things he said? Maybe he was trying to defend his masculinity by trying to assert his control over me as a woman. 

That still didn't excuse him though: he had behaved like a pig. And the more she thought about this the more her emotions started to simmer and boil over. He'd behaved like an obnoxious pig and somehow she'd let him defuse the situation and deprive her of her right to adequately punish him. She'd relinquished her control of the situation so easily!

Too easily! 

She decided then and there that she'd waited long enough. She was still his mom and it was time for her son to learn his place!

When she burst into the bathroom seconds later she was carrying the letter in her hand and her blood was roaring in her ears. To her amazement Ben barely flinched.

"Oh hi mom. Come to wash my back?"

She wanted to knock his smug grin right off his face and when she smiled back at him it was with the realization that now she knew how to do it.

"Not at all Ben. Not at all." She waved the letter in the air. "I just wanted to show you what I picked up from the post office today."

Her son frowned back at her and she felt a little thrill of delight tingle in her stomach.

"That's not addressed to you mom."

She grinned triumphantly. "Well I'm going to open it anyway."

"Seriously mom, I don't think you should be reading that."

Gemma kneeled down beside the bathtub and sneered at him. She tore at the seam of the envelope with a long fingernail. "Well I'm afraid that's too bad honey. Because I'm going to read it and you're going to listen. Weren't expecting that were you?"

"Mom." He warned but it was too late. He watched as his mother tore open the envelope and pulled out a letter.

"Dear Sarah." She read.

Sarah?

Dear Sarah, your father and I just thought we would drop you a quick letter whilst we were away...

"This isn't for me." She said and was immediately deflated. She picked up the envelope and looked at the address. It was addressed to her neighbor. "This is the wrong letter." She protested stupidly.

"That's what I tried to tell you." Ben said.

"But...but..."

But that means the real letter was still out there didn't it. Her letter. THE letter. It was still out there and on its way. The countdown had begun.

"No." she whispered meekly. "No, you can't. You can't."

"Can't what mom?" he looked at her, all innocent and sweet while she sat back on her heels. Dazed.

"It's not fair." She murmured.

"Hey." Ben soothed. "Just relax will you." He handed her some soap and turned around. "Look just relax and wash my back will you."

She looked down at the soap in a stupor and then began lathering up her hands. As she stroked in circles across his skin she felt the contours of his shoulder blades and the smoothness of muscle. She felt like she was in a dream. She didn't know what to think, didn't know what to say, and didn't know what to do.

So she washed him. Just like he asked. She worked his shoulders and his arms. His neck and his back. And he talked the entire time. Spurring her, encouraging her. And she was in a dream. She was an automaton and she was in a dream.

When he stood and turned she stayed kneeling and he towered above her.

"And now this." He was saying and he lazily waved his cock in her face. It was full and hard. She reached up and ran her hand along his inner thigh. She looked at his dick thoughtfully.

He smiled down at her and patted the top of her head encouragingly with a wet hand.

"Better make sure you get it nice and clean mom. After all, the mail arrives tomorrow."




You've Got Mail



She paused and looked up at him, and then at her hands. Reality suddenly came flooding back and she pulled herself away with a gasp.

"Oh god, what am I doing? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-I gotta go."

Gemma stayed in her bedroom until she heard her son go out. When she emerged she was shaking and wobbled over to the kitchen to pour herself some vodka. How did she let things get so screwy? She felt like she was losing her mind and decided that if that were the case she certainly wasn't going to do it sober.

The first glass went back neat and the shaking stopped. The second slowed her thoughts and calmed the stampeding beat of her heart. After the fourth and fifth she figured she'd best slow down and moved to the fridge to find a mixer.

"Oh fudge." She said when the only thing she could find was a bottle of cola belonging to her son. She looked at it for a few seconds then thought fuck it. While we share the same roof then we can share the same things, she thought. Who cares if I steal a little drink from my son's cock?

"Cock." She tried to correct herself and failed. "My son's cock." Her head was swimming but she was sure that sounded right. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long swig. Then, forgetting to add the mixer to her glass, she placed the bottle back in the fridge and returned to her vodka. As she sat down she burped quietly and giggled.

"Hee hee." She said drunkenly. "My son's cock tastes like coke!" She looked at her reflection in her glass and tried to smile encouragingly. "See? That's not so bad, he tastes fine!"

Her reflection looked back at her with wide eyes. "And he was big too." It told her. 

She nodded solemnly. "Yes I know." She hiccupped and clapped a hand over her mouth. She giggled again. "See you later." 

She retired to the living room and lay on the sofa while she continued drinking. She slipped a hand in her panties and masturbated lazily.

A few hours later the front door slammed. Gemma snorted in her sleep. She was still on the sofa with a hand between her legs.

"Mom?"

Gemma gave a startled little yelp and fell to the floor. She squinted and whispered drunkenly. "Benny, is that you?"

"Mom? You okay?" Her son walked into the room and she broke into a stupid grin.

"Hey, its Mister Cock-a-cola!" She shuffled up to him on her hands and knees and pawed at his crotch. "Its okay." She whispered conspiratorially. "You can read your silly letter. The mail man won't even know."

And then she passed out.

Light streamed in from behind the curtains and Gemma flinched. She turned onto her side and pulled the duvet up over her head. In the darkness she slumbered trying to shake off her hangover. Her vodka-fueled dreams had been vivid. The events and thoughts and fears of the previous week blurring into a strange sequence of images:

She was on her hands and knees beside her neighbor Sarah Matthews. They were both naked. They were looking up at a disembodied red light. It flashed red and then green. Both women immediately started tearing into envelopes in front of them. Sarah opened her's first and waved it in the air. Gemma followed a few seconds later and retrieved a folded letter. Before she could read it however it was snatched from her hand. She looked up to see the old man from the post office stood over her.

"What does it say? What does it say?" she pleaded up at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her and in his best game show voice said: 

"Well it looks like we have a winner folks!"

She heard some applause and a spotlight opened up on her neighbor. Sarah Matthews leapt to her feet and jumped about with joy. The old post office clerk leaned in and pulled a hand around the woman's waist. He handed her the letter and she read it eagerly. Her eyes suddenly lit up with understanding. Around them the audience burst into laughter.

"I think Mrs Matthews finally gets it folks." The old man was saying. 

"But what does it say?" Gemma begged "Please I can't take this anymore. I have to know!" Her voice was drowned out by the noise of the audience.

"Before we show Mrs Matthews to her star prize, lets give a round of applause to our runner-up." He flashed a winning smile down at Gemma, who still remained on her knees. Gemma was assaulted by an eruption of noise as the audience clapped. When it died down he continued. "Of course, not even our runner-ups leave empty handed. Tell her what she's won Ashley." 

The old man looked over at a cute teenage girl, her neighbor's daughter. She was topless and walking toward them in red panties with a matching garter belt and stockings. There were hoots and wolf whistles from the crowd.

"Well John," the young girl began, "we've got an extra special treat in store for Mrs Young today." Her eyes sparkled teasingly. "It's a lifetime supply of ... Cock-a-Cola!"

Gemma's eyes widened in surprise as two bottles of cola appeared in Ashley's hands.

"Congratulations Mrs Young!" the girl continued gleefully.

Gemma's mouth opened and closed wordlessly before croaking one final time. "But what does the letter say?"

She never found out as without warning the sexy girl began furiously shaking up the bottles and before Gemma knew what was happening she was being sprayed head to foot by cold sticky foam. She coughed and spluttered in shock before having to close her eyes. She could hear the audience laughing and clapping and she didn't know what else to do except sit there and take it.

"Thirsty Mrs Young?" Ashley's sweet voice whispered in her ear. "I hope so because there's a lot more coming! Open wide..."

Gemma obeyed, felt helpless to do otherwise as a spout was worked between her supple pink lips. She clamped down around it as more sticky fluid erupted.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmmm." She swallowed desperately and tried to keep up.

Around her she could hear the audience chanting.

"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG."

She was swallowing as fast as she could but still the fluid kept coming. Only now it was becoming thicker, more goopy. She flicked her tongue up against the tip expecting to feel a hard plastic ridge. What she felt however was not plastic although it certainly had a ridge.

"Oh mom!"

Her skin broke out into goose bumps when she heard the very familiar groan. She pried her eyes open and looked up.

Ben stood above her holding a breakfast tray. She was in her bed and it was late morning. She could smell coffee.

"Ben?"

"Morning sleeping beauty." He smiled. "I thought you might like breakfast in bed?"

"Thanks sweetheart." She sat up quickly and then groaned loudly. "Ohhh my head. What happened last night?"

"We-e-e-ll," her son began, "you single-handedly finished off most of the vodka, and then you danced around naked in the street."

His mom paled and grasped her throat loosely. "I did what? I didn't did I?"

"Naah." He grinned.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" she pouted at him.

"Just a little." He admitted. "You really don't remember all that much?"

"I remember doing some shopping." She offered. Ben laughed and she winced. "Please honey. Shhhh."

"Okay, I'll see you later mom." He whispered and kissed her forehead. She looked at his back as he walked out of her room. Something was nagging at her. Something important. But what was it?

Oh.

"Ben." She called behind him in a meek little voice. "Has -- has the mail man been yet?"

Her son smiled secretively over his shoulder and closed the door behind him. She was left in silence and the rapidly fading memory of her dream.

Twenty minutes later she stood under her shower, her head thrown back and her body being soothed by hot jets. Now that she had some food in her stomach and she was a little less dehydrated, her headache was starting to ease again. Her thoughts were beginning to become a little clearer and she was beginning to feel halfway normal.

But that little bubble of uncertainty was still there. That tiny bud of fear that maybe, just maybe, she still wasn't entirely in control. The previous day was still a blur. She could remember her impromptu shopping spree but beyond that...

"Oh why did I get so drunk?" she moaned.

She closed her eyes and let the warm water cascade over her. There was something so familiar about it that she couldn't quite place. Some memory trying to resurface.



She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully but the memory wouldn't come.

After drying herself off she emerged once more from her private bathroom, sat naked on her bed and finally forced herself to think about the obvious topic she'd been avoiding.

"So," she whispered, "the mail has arrived."

Her mind wandered back to the day Ben had promised to prove his mind-controlling abilities to her. And, of course, the way in which he said he would do it. She'd been so crazy-horny since then, which was totally out of character for her, and she still wasn't sure what had happened to her.

But time was running out wasn't it? And she had to decide what she believed: was all her odd behavior of her own doing? Had she simply opened up a long repressed part of herself? Logic and good sense told her that this must be true. That there could be no other explanation. No explanation that remained firmly in the realms of possibility that is.

She absently slipped into a new set of red panties. They were tiny and frilly, barely covering her shaved snatch. Lost deep in thought she pulled on some matching thigh high stockings and attached a garter belt.

Did she believe it was possible? That her son could really be controlling her mind?

But how could he? How was such a thing possible? Surely it was nothing other than some weird joke that simply got out of hand? After all, he hadn't mentioned it again had he? Everything else that had happened since then had been all her own doing hadn't it? He hadn't even been around half the time. She'd consciously made all her own choices since then; there'd been no real sense of coercion. She had wanted to do all those things.

But what if he had MADE her want to do those things? What if he was making her question it right now?

She shook her head in exasperation. This was crazy! She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled ruefully. 

"Sorry kid." She told her reflection. "I just don't have the answers. Still ... we do look kind of sexy this morning eh?" She slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties and gently teased her clit. "At least if this is going to happen, we're going to be looking damn hot."

She giggled nervously and when she gazed at the mirror again she saw herself on her knees in front of her son. She was still topless and wearing exactly the same underwear. She watched with distraction as her reflection fed her son's thick cock into her mouth and gently nursed on him. Ben was standing completely naked, with his hands behind his head and a confident, contented smile on his face.

She remembered what he'd said about wanting to make Sarah Matthews eat her own daughter's pussy and thought how much hornier this little scene would make him. Imagine that, a hungry mother gobbling away on her son's juicy cock? When she said it like that, well, she had to admit it did kinda sound hot didn't it? In a forbidden, secretive sort of way.

She was masturbating frantically as she imagined what it might be like to chew down on his hard meat. To accept that she had no choice in the matter, to relinquish all control and suck him off with wild abandon...

But what she was fantasizing about was impossible wasn't it? No one could really control someone else's mind. She realized then that she'd spent so much time and energy fighting it, that she hadn't really given herself a chance to properly consider the scenario. When she thought about it, it was a pretty sexy fantasy wasn't it? Surely there was no harm in indulging herself in the privacy of her own mind? No one would know. She decided to finish masturbating properly this time, and then she would go and talk some sense into her imaginative son. 

Mind control indeed? She scoffed.

She gave a little start as Ben suddenly called from the living room.

"Hey mom? Could you come down here for a moment? There's something I need to show you."

Gemma's heart stopped cold. This was it. Try as she might, even with all that inner dialogue and discussion, try as she might she still couldn't shake off that little bubble of unease. She stood up in a daze and walked downstairs.

Two things struck her instantly as she entered her lounge. Both were fairly obvious. The first, she was still topless. The second, her son was completely naked.

"Oh, uh, uh..." she stammered and tried to cover herself up.

Ben wasn't so bashful. "Excellent," he grinned and leered at her tits, "you're ready."

Gemma blushed and couldn't drag her eyes away from his cock, which twitched and then steadily began to fill out until it bobbed in front of her.

"Ben wait." She whispered meekly as he pulled out the envelope. He paused and gave her a calculating stare.

"Don't you want to know?" he teased. "After all this waiting? Don't you want to know if it's true?"

She realised that she did. She really did. And then she could put all this fear and uncertainty behind her. She nodded once, gave up trying to conceal her breasts and sat on the edge of the sofa. Ben shuffled closer, standing tall above her. His cock maybe a foot from her face. She watched it carefully as her son tore into the envelope. It didn't look so bad, she thought, quite tasty really. 

Ben cleared his throat and held the letter in his hands. He looked down at it once and then at her. His face broke into a great big confident grin.

"You know, I've dreamed of this moment ever since I learned out how to do this. But I never thought I could go through with it. I was always afraid that maybe it wouldn't work on you. That somehow you might be immune. But I'm not afraid anymore. No, not anymore. And oh boy mom, this is going to be even better than Sarah and Ashley Matthews. Oh boy oh boy!"

And with that simple self-assured statement Gemma's heart sank. "Oh my god! Its true isn't it?" she suddenly blurted, not even waiting for him to read the contents of the letter. "You really can control peoples minds." She felt her blood run cold.

"Yes its true." He replied. "I told you."

"Then-then I haven't been going crazy?" She felt some relief at that. The very worst thing to think was that this had all been of her own doing. That she had played mind games with herself all along. Games that had eventually led her here. To this moment.

"No, not crazy at all." He cooed. "Don't you see? Its okay to give into your urges, its not your fault."

"Oh thank god!" She sank to her knees in submission. If this was going to happen then why not play it out? Why make it worse by fighting? Why not let it happen just like she'd imagined? 

"Please can I suck you off now Ben? It's driving me crazy and I just want to get it over with."

"Is that what you want?"

"Its all I can think about." She admitted. "And you promised."

"No." His reply came firm and sharp. She rocked back on her heels with surprise.

"What? But-"

"No," he explained, "I didn't promise. I only said you would beg to suck me off. I never said I'd make you go through with it. Lets just be clear about that. What happens next is entirely down to you."

He lifted his cock up to her lips. "Your choice mom."

She paused uncertainly and couldn't escape the fact that she felt a great chasm of disappointment opening up before her should she choose to walk away. How could she be denied? After all that had happened? She considered things for a moment longer and then was struck by a moment of pure clarity. She gazed bitterly up at her son.

"You can't fool me Ben. There is no choice. You're still controlling my mind even now." She let go of everything as she said this, finally feeling free.

Before her son could answer, she descended, mouth wide open. He felt her warmth and her wetness. The soft roll of her pretty pink lips along his shaft. The delicious play of her tongue. He groaned as she nursed on the end of him and he dropped the unread letter to the floor.

It was, of course, completely blank.

THE END



You've Got Mail - and Then Some



Thanks to Juggling Fool, T.A.M.I.A. and a few key people for the inspiration, tact, shared writing skills and most of all for their dirty minds and libido. *kisses*

*

It was a little cool outside that morning. She got to work early and took that time to get rid of the full in-basket. The hustle in the office started up at around 9:00, when big bosses get things moving onto the little bosses, when calls get made and meetings get postponed. 

As routine as her job may be, she always finds a way to block out the noise. She plugs in her favorite punk rock cd and cordless headphones and messes her hair a little so no one knows she's not even tuned into their conversations. 

This chick was perhaps too savvy on technology. She'd been able to tap into her boss' computer and know exactly what he was doing, who he was doing and how often. This morning could be fun. Maybe she'd set up a meeting between the boss, the wife and the mistress of the week. All work in the same building anyhow - why not, she grinned. 

After heading down to the coffee shop for her double Expresso Macchiato, Nicole came back to her office. There was a new pile of to-do requests on her desk, and a few parcels. Those were usually new hardware pieces for office staff and diverse promotional material packets from companies begging for attention. 

This one package though caught her eye. It was addressed to her personally and bluntly stamped 'Confidential / URGENT'.

"Ah" she thought, "this is probably another employee information package or yadda yadda, or hmm, perhaps a gift from the company." She left it aside, uninterested and grooving to her tunes, and just ripped through the fresh mail.

9:45am, the phone rings. Slipping her headphones off, she picks up, soon blurting the usual greeting at the caller. "Don't you open your urgent mail first?" the voice says. "Huh?!" she says, dropping the headphones clumsily. "Hmm, yes - I guess I should, who is this." she calmly adds into the receiver. "Just grab the parcel sweetheart, go to an empty office to open it. Trust me ok? DO it - now. *click*"

She hung up, shaky hands, excited and rouge-faced all at once. She pawed at her cheeks to tone down the evident blush. Grabbing the parcel anxiously, she sat it on her lap. Her hands braced on the chair's arms, she was tickled. The empty corner office would be the only place to go do this. She now knew it was him on the phone. Her feet just drumming, trying to figure out what was in that box. It wasn't like him to do this. Yet, he did owe her, but there was no way of knowing how he'd counter attack. He was a sly one.

Waiting by the elevators down the hallway were Donna, Brenda, Leslie and Anne. She managed to avoid the 'oh, hey, where are you off to, girlie?' question on their faces. Instead she simply waved at them and put on her 'oops, gotta go' face. 

Once inside the empty corner office, sliding the door shut, she grabbed a seat in the leather chair. It was 9:54 on her watch. She ripped through the package tape with a fingernail and pulled back the cardboard flaps. 

Inside was a note, and a glossy gift box. In the slightly dark office, she could read:

"I'm thinking about you right now. 

I don't care how you put this on but it'll only fit in one place - snug, inside your sweet pussy, where I long to be right now."

She rubbed the glossy box unconsciously as if it were his skin, so smooth and cool. 

Nicole finished reading the note, sighing and licking her lips. Already sensing a moistness crawling between her cunt lips.

"Turn the knob to 'Remote' once you've got this on you. I'll know once you've done what I've asked you. Be a good girl. I'll call you at 10:00am. 

Jack"

She hurried to check her watch again. 9:57am, Crap! She dug into the little box quietly yet hurriedly and slipped out the content; this electric blue sleek-curved apparatus, with two thin lacy straps. It was shaped like a big 'J'. She slipped a hand under her skirt in haste and pushed her panties aside. But taking another look at this gadget, she yanked her panties down and over her high heels to slip the straps of this thing over her thighs. It was to be worn like panties but for a much different kind of comfort. "MMMmm" she thought to herself. "Fuck he drives me bonkers!" she thought, yanking the straps up and swaying her hips to make the bands wrap up and over her hips. She slid the tip of this smooth object between her pussy lips deep and slow. 'Remote' switch turned 'On'. She was already excited.

Smiling, she caught her panties with the toe of her shoe and flicked them up to catch them in her hand. Bunching them together, she shoved them into the box and closed it shut with a sly grin. Making sure nothing was left behind in the unoccupied office, she turned on her heels gingerly, heading back to her office. 

Now back to crossing the elevator hallway again. "Damn I hope no one's waiting at the elevators this time!" she muttered. 

Noone in sight. "Great!" she thought, tip toeing her way through the hall. 

About half way there, she suddenly felt this faint buzz coming from the gadget. "WWWhoa!" she let out. Her heel almost slipped and if she had not caught her hand against the wall, this girl's ass would be on the ground. *Buzz... buzz* the gadget whirred again. This felt like her strongest vibrator, humming right into her G-spot and tilting left and right as she walked. But by God, she was on her way to her office! How wicked could he be. 

She walked slower now, studying the vibrations and the deaf humming of this thing. *BIZTTT* it went again as she roared, catching her mouth with her other hand. This shot went to the right spot. She now had one hand on the wall and one on her mouth, knees practically buckling, cursing the fact that her office seemed miles away now. Her cunt was now twitching and she couldn't do a thing about it. 

"The BAStard!" she thought, "so THIS is what he meant by 'Remote'!?, I hope he knows how to control this fucking thing!"

By the time she reached her office, her chair was no savior. It only made the toy drive in deeper and tighter against her G-spot. The way it was curved, it kissed the contour of her cunt walls, kissed underneath of the clitoris and another vibrating pulse dispensed over the clitoral area. Inside and outside stimuli. She was fucked, in most senses of the term. "Oh gawd. Oh Jesus fucking H. Christ, he's giving me payback and he's *tightening her pussy muscles*... doing it so right" she groaned to herself. 

At that instant, Mr Stanford showed up, requesting the last statistical report update. She nodded quickly, not quite comfortable in her chair yet, hoping nothing would show. *whirrr.... whirrr.... whirrr* the little vibrations went. It felt like her lover's insistant tongue was softly nudging at her sensitive clit, endlessly. "Yes, Mr. Stanford, I'll be right over with a fresh copy", she gulped. "Are you ok dear?" he asked, half concerned. "Yes, ye-, yes of course." He shrugged and walked back to his executive style office.

Her phone rang and she picked up, not very sure of what to say. "Hello, uh, how may I help you?" 

"Mmmm, you may help me by telling me how juicy that cunt of yours is getting, sweetie." 

She immediately felt a strong pulse coming from within, it felt like the length of the toy was gyrating in fast repetitive jerks. She gripped the edge of the desk, her shoulder and chin almost letting go of the telephone receiver as her hips bucked forward. 

"Oh my GOD Jack, ssstop it!" and the whirring toned down immediately. 

"You want me to stop. Ok. I'm stopping. Is that what you want, Hmm?", the toy now slowing to a low almost imperceptible whir. 

"This is... driving me nuts," she swallowed. "I need you." 

Nicole felt a new sensation slither into her cunt. This time is was impossible to hide her dilemma. There came an incredible rippling wave through the whole gelly length of the curved toy, running back and forth from G-spot to clitoris, non-stop. She whimpered helplessly into the phone receiver, at his complete mercy.

"Oh, wait, you'll love this one sweetie" he groaned into the phone. She couldn't help but sigh as her shaky hand lazily sat on her mouth, her face practically pink from the heat. Then, the whirring stopped, as she slowly breathed a sigh of bittersweet relief. 

In a low dominant tone, he adds "You enjoyed that, didn't you, my sweet sexy bitch."

"I did. God I did, Jack."

"That was 'Ripple', for your information. Oh and uh, I'm not done with you yet."

And he had hung up. 

She gulped and put the receiver down, chewing her bottom lip. As soon as she snapped out of it, she got the damn report update ready for the big boss, and slipped it on his desk while he was away. 

Putting herself back in a sweet trance, all she could think about was how his tongue felt when he was devouring her cunt, so gentle and relentless, bringing her hips to an unsteady shake, until he had her cuming all over his soft lips and tongue. A twitch deep inside her cunt made her come out of her trance, and realize she had been softly rubbing the tip of this toy right into her clit, between her thighs, through her skirt, for a moment now. She didn't care that someone might have seen her do this while passing by her office. Couldn't be bothered to stop aching for him. 

She snapped out of it slowly, going back to her tasks with no interest in them really, while a full hour crept by. No whirring, no gyrating, not even a whisper of a buzz. Nothing. 

The phone rang again. She absent-mindedly picked up, hoping to hear his voice. - "Could I please have the 1-800 number for hotel reservations, dear? I seem..." the caller asked. She pulled the receiver away from her ear for a moment, sighing. "... Really... wouldn't mind... my nephew... could you... have this meeting..." She was not even listening. Growing impatient, sweetly she answered "Excuse me Sir, the number you're looking for is 1-800-505-0011, and please don't hesitate to call if you need anything else! Have yourself a great day." she chirped, hung up, "...you lazy ass."

As soon as she muttered those words, a strong humming vibration came from the toy. "Oh GAWD!", and the humming didn't stop. It grew down slowly to a steady barely perceptible buzz. The longer it stayed, the more intense she would have wanted it but the remote was not in her hands. 

Nicole took a deep, deep breath, shifting in her seat. A little disappointed, chewing her lips together, her fingers drumming the keyboard. Although the wait was frustrating, she was quite appreciative of the entertaining sensation. Nicole gave her mouse a few clicks and was once again in work mode, as best as she could manage. 

The postmaster, Jimmy, delivered a few more parcels and letters to her desk. He seemed to look at her with an unusual grin. She smiled back innocently, squirming in her seat though unnoticeably, and started going through the mail before Jimmy turned around to leave for his next delivery. Hoping perhaps installment #2 of the day's fun would be in the bundle, the envelopes and parcels were opened one by one, but none were addressed to her. She resigned herself to get back to her tasks and make the best of the rest of the day, the faint humming of the toy would definitely make the day go by faster.

A few minutes before 3:00pm, her phone rings. She picks up and greets the caller. "I hope that sweet cunt is still wet, sweetheart. Parking garage, 2nd level. You're already too slow." The deaf tone of the phone made her stand up.

She hung up, left her office behind and seemed to just hover over the office carpet onwards to the elevators. Once the doors shut, she pressed the button for the 2nd level parking and leaned against the door, crossing her fingers for no interruptions and no other floor stops. Whirr, whirr, the toy started again. Growing more intense by the millisecond. Her heart was sprinting like a wild horse, her hands shaky again.

The ding of the elevator rung in her ears. The doors slid open at snail speed. All was quiet. There he was, not 40 feet away, his green eyes already fondling her all over from where he stood. This vacant parking garage, the warm breeze and smell of gasoline and another sudden whirr inside her pussy; all she could sense. She noticed his hand in his pocket, barely moving. 

He was standing between Jaguar and BMW. This is where the big bosses left their wheels. He snapped his fingers, "Get over here, sweetheart" he groaned. Approaching him in haste, almost weak in the knees again, almost there. 

*BZZZTT* the toy jerked, inside. He smirked knowingly. Her will power... gone fishing, her clit throbbed back at the toy as if in a lover's brawl. Tsk tsk.

Biting her lower lip, she could finally reach for him, her hand barely caressing his jaw as she aimed to kiss him so furiously, already groaning. He grabbed both her hands, making her gasp, stopping her in her tracks, growling slowly against her cheek like a lion. He swirled her around, pressed her palms onto the trunk of this silver Jaguar. His strong hand on her back, instinctively molding her spine into a scrumptious curve. "I came here to get one thing, and one thing only sweetie. Now... let me see that sweet ass." he whispered, as he yanked her skirt up over her thighs and hips from behind. She was now putty in his hands.

"Take note of where your hands are. I don't want to see them move, clear?", she nodded. He unzipped his trousers while snaking his fingers between her thighs. Slowly he leaned down and studied how the toy seemed to be suctioned into her tight sopping cunt, as he pulled it down with the lacy straps, to hang just at her knees. "Spread", he ordered. She did. He whacked her right ass cheek hard, making her entire body tense as she let out a small shriek. "Goooood girl" he smirked.

In one slow grind, he slipped his cock head right against her moist slit, and slammed right into her, making her head jerk forward. She gasped out loud, echoes bouncing around the parking lot, like ghosts. Without wasting time to adjust, he grabbed hold of her smooth ass cheeks and simply rammed his way into her sucking cunt, over and over again. Sensing her juices slowly seeping down her skin, seeing her head bow down onto the hood of the car, hearing that clear wet churning sound just drove him into a frenzy. 

His slow hand creeped between her thighs. She could feel him looking for her sensitive clit. Jack rubbed intently, not missing one thrust, not even slowing down, pounding his cock back and forth to the hilt while gliding his fingertips over that nub repeatedly. "Oh, you're so wet sweetheart," he growled, bringing his hand next to her ear and suckling noisily, "but that's not quite wet enough for me, you know" he groaned into the nape of her neck. He had a way of getting downright demanding when she was starting to enjoy the fucking he was giving her. 

Leaning back, looking at her, eagerly pawing her ass cheeks apart with both hands, his cock kept nailing her hard. He slid his unrelenting thumb over her asshole while admiring how his shaft slipped out more and more slick on each pull, he rubbed his thumb hard and made her grunt real low, real slow. "That's it. That's what I came for" he whispered, half chuckling. 

She realized what his grand plan had been in that instant. "Oh god, Jack" she moaned, feeling her knees weaken a little more, knowing she was going to have the biggest orgasm yet, in this very underground parking lot, and she didn't give a damn about the details. Pushing his thumb slowly in tiny circles into her bud, she could sense her cunt walls rippling and sucking his cock further in, aching now. She felt his other hand, he came prepared, flipping open a small bottle of lube. A few dollops of this and his thumb was now sliding deep into her ass, making her grunt at will. "Oh gaaaawd, Jack."

He slowed down his pace, tossing the bottle of lube onto the metal surface. Her eyes flung open, seeing the long squiggly trail of translucent oily liquid slowly spill, trailing its way down towards her on the curved metal. Not noticing him come to a full stop, she smirked as she imagined the car owner's reaction if he were to see what use his 'ride' was getting right now. 

Jack leaned down to slip the straps of the toy back up her smooth thighs, very slowly. Instinctively, he let the fat tip of the toy glide right back into her pussy as he slipped his glistening cock out. Up to a full vibration, he slipped the knob of the remote up from inside his pant pocket, now at ankle level. A slight grin hooked from his cheeks, he leaned back to look at his sweetheart's full backside, writhing, willing and in pure bliss, all at his fingertips. Well, at – all - his enjoyable tips actually.

Jack trailed his paws down the sides of her thighs, just enjoying how Nicole's hips were rolling back and forth at the whirr of the toy. He waited for a bit, just giving her time to want more. Then, one slow lick across her ass crack and she arched her back like a cat in heat. "No no no beautiful. Keep that ass jutting out like I want it – smack – mmm that's it, baby" He dove in with his tongue, crouched there behind her glorious curves, tonguing her asshole so languidly and firmly she was about to cum. Jack got up on his feet slowly, slowly getting back into place with his fat cock head poking at the toy inside her cunt. He teased. He was so good at it. His slick beautiful cock head prying her slippery asshole, he pushed ahead, intently. 

She gulped, her nails clawing, her hips at a stand still. The loose lube seeping down the trunk of the car right between her hands. One very slow thrust inching forward. Jack's cock was in, halfway.

How sweet and intense it felt. His soft hands kneading her ass cheeks and sides of her thighs as he waited for her to relax. His fat cock just throbbing there like a ticking bomb, feeling like millions of tingly nudges inside her all at once. The crystal clear trails of his nails dragging their way up her thighs, he pushed her skirt up again to prompt her attention elsewhere. 

He gave one more shove and he was in, to the hilt. Like clockwork, slowly dragging his cock back, and on, and out, and in, deeper, and oh how it felt amazingly good. His hands now gripping at the back of her hips, digging his thumbs into the small of her back, sensing her head sway back and forth, he controlled her movements now. Piston motion, slowly and deeply fucking her willing ass, her knees weak and whimpers falling from her lips. "Good girl, mmm such a good girl" he grunted.

He finally sensed her body wrack into the most intense orgasm he'd ever witnessed from her. Clutching at his cock, he felt her insides sucking him in, tight and intent. Relentless, wanting to see how long he could keep her cuming, he let go of the grip on her hips and simply fucked her ass steadily for a moment. She came again, he knew it, sensed it, loved it. 

Finally, he felt his balls tighten, as his body tensed behind her and.pounded his load of sticky white hot cum into her hot ass. Throb after throb, gush after gush, sending little jolts to and fro. He caressed her thighs, hands trembling, cock soft and slipping out slow.

Giving her ass cheeks a playful tug, dancing his fingertips up to her neck, he helped her stand up again, he shifted her skirt down and neatly where it should be, though nicely wrinkled. 

"Keep the toy for further use, later. Time for you to get back to the grind, sweetheart." he whispered in her ear, kissing her sweaty neck.

How could she get back to work now? 



You've Got Male



She walked out of the airport gate and started to head for baggage claim when she noticed a chauffeur holding a sign with her name on it. She walked over to him, puzzled. She wasn't expecting anyone to meet her after her trip. Her kids have been on visitation at their dad's house all week and aren't due back until next week. 

"Are you sure this is for me?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am. The gentleman described you perfectly."

"What gentleman? How did he describe me?"

"I can't reveal our clients, but he described you as a sexy, stunning redhead. I would have to say you fit that description perfectly."

"Thank you. What am I supposed to do? I've never had a driver before."

"First we'll get your bags. The car is right out front. My instructions were very specific, however, I am not to divulge them to you. I was told to give this to you" he said, handing her an envelope. She took the envelope and opened it. It was from him! A huge smile lit up her face as she silently read the note:

"Hi Sweety," it started, "I've been thinking about you and the wonderful evening we had. I'd like to have a second date with you." 

"Second date?" she thought, "He's hundreds of miles away. How can we have a second date?" She hadn't read far enough.

"I know we can't be together physically, so we'll have a fantasy date. I've taken care of everything. The car will take you everywhere you need to go, and then home. Relax and enjoy it. I know you'll have a good time. Welcome home."

She turned to the chauffeur and knew everything would be okay. "Let's go!" she said.. 

They headed to baggage claim, then outside where a beautiful stretch limo was waiting. She climbed in the back and noticed a box of roses on the seat next to her. "For You" the card said. 

There was also another note. She carefully opened the envelope as the car pulled away from the airport terminal. 

"I see you made it into the car. I hope you liked the roses. We've got a couple of stops to make on the way home, so sit back, relax and have a drink. I've taken the liberty of ordering your favorite wine."

She looked at the well stocked limo's bar and sure enough, there was a bottle of wine that she had told him she really liked. She poured herself a glass and sat back to watch the world slip by on her way to an adventure she could only imagine. 

As they rode along, her thoughts drifted back to him. He had been the one bright spot in the week. She met him at a nightclub near her hotel. He was tall, boyishly handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a devilish smile that hinted at the bad boy hidden within. He was doing a country line dance when she first saw him, and he was good! His body moved easily and gracefully, unlike most other guys who are too uncoordinated to dance. He wore his jeans well and was in good shape. He had noticed her watching him, and when their eyes met, he flashed a smile of lustful appreciation. 

After the song he was dancing to was over; he had come over, ordered a round of drinks, and struck up a conversation. The conversation was laced with sexual overtones and innuendoes. He listened attentively to her as they chatted the night away. She was impressed by the way he talked and expressed himself, and the wide range of subjects they covered. This was a REAL conversation, not a pick-up line. Even now, she can't recall him ever covering the big four points most men use to impress women: what he did for a living, how much money he made, what kind of car he drove or how well hung he was. In fact, now that she thought about it, after all those hours of conversation, she knew very little about him. A sexy man of mystery...who could dance. 

When the band played a slow song, he took her by the hand and led her to the floor. Among the swaying bodies, he had held her close, their bodies pressed together and moving in such perfect synch that they looked like one person. As they danced, he put his hand on the small of her back. She had been wearing a crop top shirt that left her midriff exposed. As he touched her, it felt electric. His cool hand on her warm skin felt good. He moved his hand slowly around her back, as if mapping it out. Then, as they danced, he began to massage her back. As he did, knotted muscles that she hadn't noticed began to relax. She almost melted into him. Not only was he relaxing her, he was finding erogenous zones she didn't know she had. His fingers worked magic on her back, and she had gotten aroused by it. As the song ended, she could hardly walk off the floor! 

Back at the bar, they stood leaning against it when he had reached out and gingerly poked her belly-button, which was exposed below the edge of her shirt. This was a hot button she didn't know about either. As he touched her, it tickled, but also sent a charge throughout her body she had never felt before. He knew where, and how to touch a woman. Where'd he learn that? It didn't matter, because she was getting all the benefits of his education that night. Now she wished she had worn panties to soak up the evidence of her arousal. She had never been so wet! He knew what her was doing, but continued nonchalantly to tease her unmercifully. When a man squeezed in behind him to order a drink, he was forced to move closer to her. Still leaning on the bar with his right arm, his hand moved to within a fraction of an inch of her left breast. Unseen to all, he reached out and stroked her now erect nipple through her shirt with the back of his index finger. But his payback was coming. When he excused himself to go to the bathroom and moved past her, she reached out and goosed his butt. Nice. 

They spent the entire evening together, dancing, talking, laughing, and flirting outrageously. He was the first man she had ever met that she felt KNEW her, knew how SHE felt. She told him things she only shared with her girlfriends. She told him about her fantasies, her past relationships, and her family. He took in every word she said without judgement or opinion. He was LISTENING! They could both feel the definite chemistry there. They were definitely attracted to each other, yet there was no hurry...no pressure to do anything more than just be together at that moment. When the time came to leave, she didn't want to, but she had to get up early to catch her flight home. He had walked her to her car, hugged her tightly and gently kissed her. A perfect kiss...not a peck and not a dental exam. It was the perfect kiss to a perfect evening. 

Her recollections ended just as the limo pulled up to the curb and stopped. 'How long have we been driving?" she wondered. Long enough to drink her wine apparently, as she looked at the empty glass in her hand. The door opened and the chauffeur helped her out. As she stood up, she felt a little buzz from the wine starting. "What are we doing here?" she asked.

"You're supposed to go in there," the chauffeur said, pointing to a small shop, "they're expecting you. I'll be here when you're done."

She felt nervous as she approached the shop door. The windows of the shop were tinted so that she couldn't see inside. There was no sign, name, or anything that told her what kind of store this was. She opened the door and stepped inside.

A slender, obviously gay, young male clerk looked up from the counter as she entered. 

"Oh honey!," he said, "we've been waiting for you. Right this way! We've already got your outfits picked out and your gifts wrapped. All you have to do is try them on."

"Outfits?..."

"Oh yes! And they are marvelous! You'll look smashing in them."

He led her toward a curtain that looked like a dressing room. 

"OK, in you go! Don't be shy! Let me see how it looks when you get it on!"

She entered the booth. Inside, hanging on hangers were a black leather halter top, and black chaps. On the bench were black high heeled cowboy boots, a black cowboy hat, and another note. She opened the envelope.

"I'm glad you made it this far. I thought I'd show you some of those country dance moves I was doing. But you have to dress the part. And since you were checking out MY butt, I get to check out yours. Try this on. I'm sure it'll look great! The clerk also has some other things for you that I've picked out for our date."

She felt a little embarrassed by this, but the wine was loosening up her inhibitions so she started to undress and put on her cowboy outfit. 

The halter top was more like a leather string bikini, but it was comfortable and fit her perfectly. The chaps were glove soft and tight. She wriggled into them and cinched them up. Since she didn't wear underwear, her butt and red bush were left exposed. The back of the chaps ended just below her cheeks, giving her a little buttlift, which she liked. She put the boots and hat on and admired herself in the mirror. Her tits had never been big but she liked not having to wear a bra all the time. He hips were still slim, her stomach flat and taut, and her tan blended with her red hair and green eyes. "Not bad" she thought to herself.

"How're you doin in there?" came the wispy voice of the clerk.

"Great!," she said as she boldly opened the curtain and stepped out. "What do you think?" 

The clerk, obviously not a sexual threat to her, looked her up and down, adjusted a few things here and there, and smiled broadly with delight "Oh, I love it! Love it! LOVE IT!"

She started to step back into the booth.

"What are you doing?" asked the clerk.

"I was going to change."

"Oh, no, no, no honey! You're supposed to wear that!"

"I can't wear this outside! Everyone will see me!" 

"No they won't. There are two more pieces to the outfit." The clerk reached into a rack next to the booth and pulled out a leather trenchcoat.. "Here, this will keep you covered up."

"I thought you said there were TWO pieces?"

"Check the coat pocket."

She reached into the pocket and felt a bulge. She pulled it out. It was a pair of silk thong panties with a strange bump at the crotch area. "What's this?"

"Those are remote controlled vibrating panties." 

"Are you kidding me?"

"No! Look! Try them on!" 

She slipped them on and the clerk helped her position the tiny, built-in vibrator in the right place. He picked up a remote control from the counter.

"Are you ready?"

"I don't know."

The clerk hit the switch and she jumped as the panties sprung to life, tickling her clit with tiny vibrations. The clerk pushed another button and the buzzing changed from a steady rhythm to a strong, staccato pulse. 

"OOH!!" she squealed as the sensation awakened her. She looked at him and smiled.

He turned the panties off and handed her the remote. "It has three speeds and eight different pulse patterns. I think you and your friend will have lots of fun with these!"

The clerk stepped into the dressing room, collected her things, and put them in a bag. He helped her put on the trenchcoat, and then handed her the bag with her clothes and another bag with wrapped packages.

"Don't open these until you're told to! It's been my pleasure to serve you."

With that, she was pointed to the door and walked out, nearly naked beneath her coat. The chauffeur tipped his hat as she got in, and she tipped her new cowboy hat back at him. The limo pulled away on the way to its next destination. Alone in the back, she reached into her pocket and took out the remote control. She laid back on the seat, opened her coat, and began to flip through the different speeds and pulse options, enjoying how each one felt on her swelling lips and aching clit. She wished he was here to fuck her silly right now.

All she had done was kiss this man, and now she was wanting him more than any man she had ever wanted. She wanted to see him smile with devilish delight watching her writhe and squirm on the limo seat. She wanted to suck him, and wanted him deep inside her. 

The combination of being nearly naked in a moving car, the vibrations of the panties, and her own imagination sent her over the edge as a thunderous orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her, until she nearly passed out from pleasure. The limo slowed and then stopped. She quickly hit the off button on the remote, sat up, closed her coat, and tried to act normal. Just then the door opened and the chauffeur leaned in. 

"Everything alright, ma'am?" he asked, as if he couldn't smell the heady, musky scent of sex that hung in the air.

"Yes, fine."

"I'm supposed to run in and get another package for you. I'll be back in a minute."

"Oh! Okay," she stammered, "I'll just stay here."

"Yes ma'am. I'll be back in a minute."

"OK!" she said, reaching for the wine bottle. "I guess while he's gone, I'll have me another drink!" she thought to herself. She poured herself another glass and slumped back into the seat to watch people walk by on the sidewalk through the tinted limo windows.

She was getting hot, so she took off the trenchcoat, and sat there with her bare ass on the limo's cool leather seat. She got even bolder and removed her top. As she sat there in her chaps, boots, and panties, she wondered what people would say if they could look in the windows and see her. She leaned back and pulled the panties aside, exposing her now drenched pussy to the cool air. Anyone who opened the door at that moment would have a great view. She reached up and dipped her finger in the wine and then rubbed it on her clit. The cool liquid felt good. She dipped her finger in the wine again, and then inserted it deep inside her, mixing the wine with all her steaming juices. She pulled her finger out and licked it. The sweet wine and salty cum cocktail wasn't bad. But before she could indulge herself further, she saw the chauffeur coming out with a package, so she covered herself up and drank her wine. The driver put the package in the trunk and then got into the front seat and pulled away. He called her from the phone in the front seat. 

"How are you doing so far?" he asked.

"Fine." 

"We have another stop in a few minutes for dinner. You'll have to get out and go inside for this stop, so you'll need to be covered. And I was told to tell you to make sure you wear your panties."

The limo pulled up to a restaurant and the driver opened the door for her. She stepped from the limo and felt a slight chill in the air. It made her nipples hard under her coat and halter top. She felt a little out of place entering such an elegant restaurant dressed as she was. The men standing in line waiting for tables seemed to enjoy the view, but their wives and girlfriends definitely did not. But she felt great after the maitre'd brushed past all of those snobs to greet her and escort her directly to her table. 

The table was actually a booth in a corner, away from the main traffic. It had a white linen tablecloth that hung down, and was cozily lit with two candles. Fine china and crystal sparkled in the candlelight. As she was seated, the maitre'd handed her another envelope. Another note. "Enjoy, madame" he said as he sauntered off. The wine steward immediately approached with a third glass of her favorite wine, and was just as quickly gone again. 

She opened the envelope and began to read the note:

"I hope you are enjoying yourself so far and finding our date 'satisfying'. (If he only knew HOW satisfying so far! Maybe he did!) By now you will be wearing your new outfit. I'm sure it looks wonderful. It's too bad I couldn't have been there with you when you tried it on. I would have loved to see if you are a true redhead. Of course, the sight of you in that sexy outfit probably would have been too much for me, and I would have had to pull you into the dressing room, spread your legs, gotten on my knees, and tasted your sweet nectar. Then I would have bent you over the chair in the room and rode you hard, holding on to your chap straps while I pounded my hard cock into you. Would you have liked that?"

She thought about it for a second. "Definitely!"

"All that activity would have worked up an appetite, so I've brought you here to my favorite restaurant. We'll have dinner and then move on to other things. "

Just then the waiter appeared and began preparing a fresh Caesar salad right at the table. He told her she was supposed to continue reading her note.

"The waiter would come to our table to make the salad. Remember the panties you have on? If I was there, I would have the remote! And as the waiter was making our salad, I would have turned it on to a slow, low humm. But I'm not there so you have to do it. Turn it on. Not loud enough for him to hear, but enough for you to feel pulsing through your hot pussy."

She reached for the remote in her pocket and turned on the vibrating panties. 

"And I would make you sit there, talking, drinking, laughing, all the while pretending nothing is going on. Even when you come, you're not allowed to let him know you just came, again." As she read, she could feel herself getting wet and losing control. 

The waiter continued to make the salad. "How long does it take to make a fucking salad!" she thought. He just looked at her occasionally and kept on stirring in ingredients.

She felt her orgasm building. "And as you got ready to come, I would reach under the table and pull the panties aside, put my fingers inside you, and feel the contractions of your hot, wet orgasm clamp down on them. But since I'm not there, you'll have to do it." 

She slipped her hand under the table, all the time trying to act calm and normal. She pulled the panties aside as she had in the limo and slowly inserted two fingers inside her. "I am SO wet!" she thought. 

The waiter started to dish up salad onto her plate just as her orgasm started. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a moment, all the while biting her lip to keep from screaming or moaning out loud. She opened her eyes to see the waiter looking directly at her. "I'm sorry, what?" she gasped

"Ground pepper?" he asked, apparently for the second time.

"Yes, please," she was able to get out. She picked up the note and began reading again.

"Did you enjoy that? I did. Now we can enjoy our salad. Please....eat." That was the end of the note.

She picked up her fork in her very shaky hand; the same hand that a minute ago had its fingers buried deep inside her. She ate quietly and calmed down a little. The waiter brought the next course, fresh lobster, and another note. After the waiter left, she opened the envelope.

"How was your salad? Now it's time for the meat dish. Look under the napkin where I would be sitting if I were there with you." She did and saw a wrapped package about 8 inches long. "Take the package and unwrap it." 

She slipped the package into her lap and began to unwrap it. She blushed when she saw what it was, but wasn't surprised, given the "tone" of the evening. It was a dildo. A very realistic and lifelike one at that. Nice size and heft. She picked up the note and continued reading. 

"Do you like it? I'd like to show you mine in person, but this one is molded from mine, so it's an exact replica. If I was there with you, we'd be enjoying our lobster, dripping in hot, melted butter. Take some of the butter and lube up my dick." She dipped her fingers in the melted butter and smeared it all over the fabulous cock until it glistened in the candlelight. "Now put it inside you. I want you to put it all the way in and sit on it while you eat the lobster. I want to fill you up while we dine."

She shifted slightly in her seat, slipped the soaked panties to the side again, and inserted the dildo deep inside her. "Oh that feels good!" she thought. She moved the panties back into position to keep the cock inside her, feeling its fullness and hardness fill her hot channel. 

As she ate her lobster, she could feel his cock inside her. Every time she moved to reach for the butter, or to crack a part of the shell, or to pull the meat out, she felt her wet pussy sliding around on his buttered pole. It was, needless to say, the best lobster she had ever had.




You've Got Male



My favourite time of year is summer. There is something about the colours, scents and sounds of summer that had always made me smile and this summer had been no exception. The heat had been intense and a flirtation I had been pursuing was becoming even more so. I had met Jimmy online in a chat room and we had just clicked immediately. The same kind of outlook on life, the same infantile sense of school boy humour and the added bonus of finding each other very attractive. Little did I know that this harmless online fun would turn into one of the most erotic moments of my life.

One morning before I left for work I had logged onto the computer to check my mail and see if Jim was about. As usual he was and immediately sent me a message.

"Morning gorgeous, been thinking about you all night."

I felt a rush of blood to my groin and a tingle as I read the familiar text of my friend.

"Have you now?" I typed back, "And what have you been thinking about this time?" I leaned over and opened my window, the cool summer morning scent of cut grass filling the room.

"I've been thinking that this has been going on too long now, I need to be with you, to touch you"

I leaned back in my chair and lit a cigarette as I thought about what he was saying. Would it ever be a good idea to live out what had only been a fantasy? What if it was just uncomfortable and was it safe. After all we were essentially strangers. I knew the basic things about him, but online can it ever be safe. We really never know whom we are talking to.

"Hello? You still there babe?" the message popped up on my screen

"Yeah. Just thinking." I replied, "Are you saying you want to meet me? Properly? In person?"

"Hell yeah, I am!" came the response

I needed to have some time to think.

"I gotta go to work, can I think about this?" I asked Jimmy

"Take your time sexy. But think about how amazing it could be to spend the night together. You KNOW how great it would be."

"I'll think about it today babe" I replied.

I switched off the computer and ran out to my car, already running late for work. I worked in tele-marketing office and my boss was on the brink of firing me as it was. The witch had never liked me and I was skating on thin ice. But I couldn't focus on what was happening to my shitty career, I was concentrating hard about whether or not it was a good idea to finally meet my Jimmy. The build up had been the equivalent of 6 weeks of foreplay. We had chatted all night on more than one occasion and had brought each other to earth shattering orgasms over the phone whilst relaying our most intimate thoughts and fantasies to one another. I actually felt like I had known him forever and yet was so worried about finally meeting him.

I got into work without my boss noticing me and sat down at my desk, kicking my black heels off under my stool. As I got on with the daily grind of numbers and calculations a little pop up appeared on my screen.

'You have email'

I opened up my email account and there, sure enough was an email from Jimmy. It read:

"Hi sweetie. I know that you're having doubts about meeting up and I understand why. It's a massive step and the difference between just being on the end of the phone or online and actually being together in the flesh is vast. But please just let your fears disappear for a moment and think about how wonderful it could be. I'll be waiting, love Jim x "

I read and re-read the note over and over in my head and did as Jimmy had asked. I thought about how amazing it would be to finally be able to touch his face and body. To have him kiss me, and to kiss him back. It seemed crazy that we had cum together on so many occasions and never touched or kissed one another. 

As I was pondering this subject I felt again the tingle in my clit that I had felt earlier that morning. I picked up my phone and rushed to the ladies. Speed dialling Jimmy's number I waited to hear his voice at the other end of the phone

"Feeling it again are you babe?" Came the answer from the other end of the phone.

"I can't talk." I whispered 

"So you're at work and you want me to get you off?" Jimmy asked

"Uh huh." Came my stilted reply

"Ok. Put your knickers in your handbag, and put your fingers on your hole. I bet you're warm and wet. Get one of those fingers deep inside you and then start rubbing it gently on your clit. You don't have much time sweetie so rub a little harder now. I bet you get excited thinking that you should be sitting at your desk and instead you're fucking yourself in the toilets. My cock is so hard now sexy, thinking about you friggin yourself off." 

I could hear his breathing begin to increase in volume as he started to pump furiously on his cock as I had heard him do so many times before. I felt myself get wetter and wetter as I furiously slid my fingers over my clit waiting for the sweet release that I knew would come.

"Come on baby, I'm getting close just thinking about you. My cock is straining for you. Rub it hard, cum for me baby, cum, cum, cum!"

As I felt the orgasm wash over me like a tidal wave of bliss I let out a moan and heard Jim do the same, his breathing so rapid it sounded like he'd run a marathon. A voice came from the cubicle next to mine

"Who is in there?"

It was Maria, my boss. That was it. The final thing she needed to put the last nail in my coffin. My heart was thumping and I dropped the phone in a panic, as it slid away from me I heard her pick it up. She said nothing and just listened as Jimmy panted. I could vaguely hear him in the silence of the echoey bathroom.

"That was wonderful, sure you don't wanna do that for real?"

Maria came out of the cubicle and I knew that I had no choice but to leave mine too. We stood face to face and she said, stony faced 

"Do I need to say the words?" she asked, stony faced. "I'm fired?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so." came my short reply. There was no arguing the situation. She had caught me red handed (or wet handed more to the point). I didn't bother to apologise or even say goodbye. I took my phone off her and walked to the door. 

"You still there Jim?" I asked "Meet me at the station, I'm coming to see you."

As I sat on the train travelling the sixty miles to meet the man I knew so much, and yet so little about I wondered where the next few hours would bring me. This could be a disaster, but it could also be wonderful. The excitement bubbled up inside me as I contemplated what could happen. As far as disasters go I could so easily freak out right now anyway. I had just lost my job in an utterly humiliating way and had no clue as to what to do next. My only thought was to get to Jim quickly and worry about the career side of things later. I felt desperate for a release from all the shit that had been clogging my mind up recently. 

The atmosphere on the train was intense in the summer heat. The smells of passing passengers stumbling past looking for a seat and the rocking of the train kept me at a permanent state of semi-arousal as my mind wandered to Jim once again. I closed my eyes, and let my imagination sweep me away, keeping the happier thoughts at the forefront of my mind.

As the train pulled into the station I scanned the platform, worried suddenly that I wouldn't recognise Jimmy. I had seen photos of him of course but would I know him in a face-to-face situation? I disembarked the train and stepped out into the heat of the afternoon. There was no sign of Jimmy and I started to panic. Jesus, what was I thinking? Coming all the way to a totally new place where I knew not a soul except someone from the Internet who may not give a second thought about leaving me here alone. I walked over to a coffee stand and ordered a latte, mind still racing and lit a cigarette. Inhaling deeply I felt the warm rush of comfort wash down my body. I looked around me for a seat and found a bench on the platform under the shade of a tree and drank my coffee. 

Twenty minutes elapsed and I felt sure that I would have to jump back on the train and head home to re-think my future without the help of some temporary release. Slumping forward head in my hands I stubbed out my cigarette on the pavement grinding it into the floor with my shoe wishing it was Maria's head. "Stupid fucking cow!" I whispered to myself. Unsure whether I was referring to Maria or myself.

"Jesus! You are blue!" said a voice I instantly recognised.

"Jimmy?" I uttered without looking up

"Hi babe." Came the reply, and I felt a hot hand on my shoulder. I stood and without looking at him just threw my arms around him. In a sense it was an attempt to avoid any awkwardness between us. He peeled me off him and kissed me on the forehead. 

"I'm so sorry I'm late, bloody traffic. Lets go home." And he took my hand and led me to the car.

The car journey seemed an eternity. The very nearness of Jim after all these weeks of talking, texting and flirting was a tonic to me. My mind could not have been further away from the embarrassment of the earlier part of my day. 

"You okay babe? You're quiet." Asked Jimmy

"I'm fine." I replied, " This has just been such an odd day. I still can't believe I'm here."

"I'm glad you are." Came the simple reply.

"Me too." I said.

We pulled up at Jimmy's house. I knew that he worked in computing and had a superb job but had no idea to expect what stood before me. A beautiful Georgian house with roses growing up the front walls, and gardens that looked like something from a magazine. It was picturesque and stunning. 

"You kept this quiet!" I stammered, " It's amazing."

"Well, bragging is not attractive! It's home." Said Jimmy, rather tongue in cheek.

Jim grabbed my bag from the back seat and led me up the path to the front door of the house. Festooned in ivy and roses it was picture perfect, and I was feeling more and more comfortable by the minute. How did I get this lucky? I wondered to myself. Jim took me into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. 

"Wine? You could probably use a glass I bet?" he asked

"Mmm, wonderful." I replied as he poured me a large glass of sauvignon Blanc.

I turned to wander over to the French doors and noticed a pool and hot tub steaming in the garden. My eyes nearly popped from their sockets as I imagined what we could do in there that evening. Opening the doors I let the slight breeze waft in wisping my blonde hair from my shoulders. Suddenly I froze as I felt breath on the back of my neck.

"You are so sexy babe, can't believe you're in my kitchen." Jimmy whispered into my ear trailing a finger down my spine. His hand, gently cupping my ass. He spun me around to face him and for the first time I was able to look into his hazel brown eyes. I felt like I fell into them when he said,

"Now I get to kiss you, finally." And kiss me he did. It started with the gentlest of touches. His lips barely grazing mine but soon became more urgent as Jims hand smoothed over my right breast and gently pinched my nipple through the cotton shirt I was wearing. I let out a small gasp as the pleasure surged straight to my clit. I let my tongue explore his, whist my hand was getting busy exploring his torso and straining bulge in his jeans.

"Wanna have a dip?" Jim said, gesturing towards the pool "think we could do with cooling off!"

We strolled out to the pool and Jim lifted his shirt over his head and I was able to gaze upon the body I had been lusting after for so long. Jim walked over to me after kicking off his shorts and stood in front of me naked and with a cock that was hard as a rock. He traced a bead of sweat that was trickling down from my neck to my cleavage with his finger and then licked up the trail that it had left. Unbuttoning my blouse he let out a gentle moan as he found my nipples hard and standing proud under my bra. Reaching round and releasing the zip on my skirt it fell to the floor leaving me in my underwear and heels. I removed my bra and g-string and kicked them to the floor. Standing naked in the summer sun the warmth hit our bodies and we headed into the pool.

Jim was still hard in the water and my own pussy felt like it was on fire. We continued to kiss, each one becoming more urgent that the last and out hands frantically grabbing and groping. Jim let his hand wander down to my heat and pulled me out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool. While he stood in the shallow water he spread my legs wide apart and looked at me as he let one finger enter my fiery wet hole. I was so desperate for him and I moved my hips toward him as he pushed and swirled the finger inside me. Moving his mouth close to me he licked and nibbled my inner thighs whilst letting another digit join the one already teasing my insides. I leaned back on one arm, using the other hand to pinch and flick my nipple as Jim began to breathe heavily on my swollen clit. Then I felt his tongue flick out and broadly lick over it as I was sent to heaven and back.

Jim pulled me close to him and he sucked and licked on my wet pussy while my legs dangled in the cool water of the pool. I was so captivated by the sensations and the sound of Jim moaning into my cunt that it nearly threw me over the edge. Pushing him away with my foot he got the message,

"I want to cum with you, not before you." I gasped, trying to regain some composure.

Jim climbed out of the pool and lay on a sun lounger by the hot tub. 

"Come here and take a seat." He smiled.

I walked over to him and kissed some of my own juices from his lips as I angled my pulsing hot pussy over his hard cock. Teasing him gently by only allowing the very tip to be entering me. When the look on Jimmy's face said he could take no more I sat bolt upright and engulfed his cock within the walls of my slippery hole. I was so hot for him that all self-restraint had gone out of the window. I rode up and down on his cock the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs and soon felt the beginnings of my orgasm. Jimmy's face said it all; he was contorted and groaning,

"Oh God, Jess you're gonna make me come, fuck me babe!"

Grabbing my breasts he wailed as he came hard and my orgasm flooded over me at the same moment.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible!" Jim uttered

"It really was, and we have the whole week." I replied with a cheeky smile and raised eyebrow.

"We'll see." said Jimmy smiling, "You may just have to hang around a bit longer than anticipated.

"Well it took us six weeks to get to this point, I suppose we shouldn't rush the next stage!" I grinned back at him.

We lay in the sun like a couple that had known each other all their lives enjoying the tranquillity that only comes after earth shattering orgasm. And all this time I was worried that it would be awkward.



You've Got Male



Finally, the waiter came back and brought dessert, and another note. She looked at the dessert, a rich creamy cheesecake in a puddle of chocolate sauce. It looked sinfully delicious. She opened the latest note. "It's time for you to eat your dessert. If I were there, I'd eat YOU for dessert. But I also want you to participate in our fantasy, not just let it happen to you. So as you eat your dessert, imagine I am there and what you would do to me." 

She thought about it for a minute, then knew exactly what she'd do. She pulled her panties aside again, pulled out his fake cock, and set it on the booth seat next to her. She imagined him sitting there, and she had just reached below the table, unzipped his pants, and released the real thing, which sprung from his pants ready for action. She would reach up to her dessert and scoop up some chocolate sauce and smear it all over his cock. Then, while she calmly ate her dessert with her left hand, she would jerk him off with her right. As she pumped his turgid tool, she would feel the chocolate sliding up and down as a lubricant, coating his cock and dripping onto his balls.

As she pumped, she would watch his face, telling him that HE would have to keep a straight face this time. As his own orgasm approached, she would feel his balls tighten and his cock harden even further. 

As he came, she would squeeze him just enough to keep the white, hot, sticky cum from spurting everywhere. As the salty fluid erupted, it flowed down across her hand and mixed with the chocolate as she continued to stroke him. As his orgasm subsided, she would look him straight in the eyes, bring her chocolate and cum coated hand up and lick it clean. To cool him off a little, she would take a napkin, dip it in her glass of ice water, and clean up his subsiding erection. When he was all clean, she would tuck him back in his pants, zip him up, and smile. "How was that?" she would say. 

As she played this scenario in her mind, she acted it out on his dildo. The only thing wrong was it didn't come, or get soft. But she did clean it up and put it back in its package, along with the notes she had received.

The waiter came back a last time. "Did you enjoy your meal, madame?"

"Very much so, thank you."

"The check was already taken care of, so you are requested to meet your limousine out front."

"Thank you." 

She got up and went to the ladies room, where she peed and wiped away some of the juices that had been freely flowing from her pussy all evening. She adjusted her panties, cinched up her coat, and went outside to meet the limo.

The driver was waiting for her and tipped his hat as he opened the door for her to get in. On the seat was another note. As the limo drove away, she began to read this one.

"I hope you enjoyed our dinner. I wish I could have been there. I know you've had a long week, so now we'll go home and relax a little."

The limo pulled up to her house, and the chauffeur pulled her bags out of the trunk, along with the bags of gifts from the "toy" store and whatever he got on the second stop. He brought the bags in and placed them in the foyer. 

"Ma'am, my job is done. I hope you've had a very pleasurable ride with me, and that you have a very nice evening." The driver then handed her another note, tipped his hat a final time, walked back to the limo, and drove away.

"Now what?" she wondered. 

"Welcome home," the note started, "I know you'll probably want to take a few minutes to check your messages, mail, maybe put your clothes away. So I'll just give you a few minutes to do that, then we'll continue. I only ask that if you want to check your emails, you do that last, because the last one I want you to open is from me. See you soon"

Among the bags, she noticed the large gift bag next to the door. The note attached to it said "Don't Open This Until You Read Your Email!" She hadn't seen this bag before, so it must have been the one the driver picked up. 

She spent a few minutes checking her mail and messages. Nothing that couldn't wait. She took her suitcase, laptop, and the gift bag into her bedroom, and unpacked her clothes so they wouldn't wrinkle.

She had finished unpacking except for his gift bag and her laptop. She hooked it into the phone, sat on the end of the bed,...and turned it on. She was anxiously nervous as the computer whirred to life and booted up. She hit the button to link to the net and waited again as the modem connected to her to her email account. The icon showed she had new mail. As she pulled up her inbox, she saw his message, Subject: You've Got Male! "Clever" she thought. She double-clicked the headline...opening the message and began to read.

"Hi Sweety. When you open the large bag, our date starts again. You'll find presents in there that are numbered. Take out number one and open it when you're ready and read the instructions." 

She undid the bow of her gift bag and peeked inside. She saw the package marked #1 with another note. "Now that we've had dinner, let's get you relaxed and set up some ambiance." She unwrapped the box and opened it. Inside was a wine glass and more of her favorite wine, some candles, a CD, lavender bubble bath, and another note. "Please pour yourself some wine, turn off the lights, and light the candles. Draw yourself a warm bubble bath, put the CD on, and have yourself a relaxing soak. When you're done, open package number 2"

She went into the bathroom and started the water in the tub. She poured the bubble bath into the rushing stream and smelled the sweet scent of lavender as it began to fill the room. She remembered telling him she loved lavender. She went back into the bedroom and opened the wine and poured a glass. She turned off the lights, put the candles on the nightstand and lit them. She took two candles into the bathroom and put them on the vanity and lit them as well. She turned on her CD player, which she remembered telling him she had in her bedroom, and put the CD on. The music was slow, smooth jazz. 

As she started to get undressed, she turned to the empty bed, imagined him laying there watching her, and began a slow strip tease to the erotic beat. She slowly untied her halter, holding it up against her breasts as the straps fell loose, and then tossed it onto the bed, leaving her topless. She danced around the room in her cowboy hat, chaps, boots, and power panties, transformed by the pulsing beat. Sipping her wine, she continued to feel the music as it flowed through her. She put her cowboy hat on the bedpost, then ran her fingers through her long red hair. She sat on the edge of the bed to slip off her boots, then continued to dance. She sipped some more wine and wriggled seductively as she faced the bed and slid the satin panties she had completely soaked with her juices many times over her slim hips. All she had left was her chaps. She bent over and wriggled her ass at the bed seductively, pretending he was there. She unhooked the straps and slowly peeled the chaps off her creamy thighs. She stepped out of one leg, and flung the chaps into the corner with the other foot. 

She remembered the bath was still running and grabbed her robe and wine glass and headed into the bathroom. The tub was full but not overflowing. She set her wine down, dropped the robe, and then retrieved her wine before stepping into the frothy pool.

The water was hot, but she quickly got used to it. She spent the next 30 minutes with her eyes closed, sipping her wine and listening to the music, letting all the troubles of the busy week melt away. The hot water, candlelight, wine, and music were getting her VERY horny again, and she began to play with herself. She let her fingers drift between her legs and massage her swelling lips.

There was a sense of urgency as she parted the lips and found her clit, which was erect and begging for attention. She tried to slowly excite the sensitive bud, but her body needed another release...now! She came with a shudder as the waves of pleasure swept over her for the third time. After she recovered, she finished the last of her wine, pulled the plug on the bath, and toweled the sudsy bubbles off her warm flesh. She put on her robe and went back into the bedroom. She put her laptop away and opened the gift bag to get the second package. 

It contained a tube of shaving cream, a razor, and a bottle of lavender scented massage oil, and, surprise, another note.

"Now that you've had your bath and are relaxed, let me relax you even more. First, though, we'd do a little grooming, with your permission. I noticed when I was eating you in the dressing room that you trimmed your pussy, but that some stubble had grown out. So let me take care of that for you. If I were there, I'd have you lay down on your bed, naked of course, and give you a nice shave. The hot bath water would have softened the hair down there, so now is a good time to do it. You would lie on your bed and I would carefully apply the shaving lotion. It's a special brand I use the gives a super close shave with no nicks. I'd carefully trim and shave your beautiful red bush. Not completely off like a little girl, but to give you a nice, trim look. I'd completely shave your lips though. You'll find the smooth feeling totally arousing and much more sensitive later when I go down on you again. Now, since I'm not there, you may have to do the shaving yourself, if you'd like. 

After we were done with the grooming, I'd give you complete body massage. I'd start by putting this bottle of oil in a bowl of hot water to warm it. I'd cover your with a towel, only exposing the part I'm working on. I'd start with you face down, and would work on your shoulders, neck, back, and legs. I'd move slowly, like I did on the dance floor, finding the knots and kinks and working them out. You'd be very relaxed right now. I'd move back to one of my favorite parts and take a little extra oil and drizzle it down the crack of your ass, letting it run down into your freshly shaved pussy. I'd knead and squeeze your cheeks and upper thighs, occasionally letting my hand "slip" a little too high and brushing your hot lips, maybe even slipping a finger inside you now and then. With all the oil and slick skin, maybe I'd even gently insert a finger into your ass. Would you like that? You must, because you spread you legs wider, allowing me to keep my index finger in your ass and put my thumb in your hot pussy, like holding a six pack of beer. I take my thumb out and move it to your hard clit, slick with oil. In just a few moments, I have you coming again, but this time I feel your ass contracting on my fingers as you come. 

Now I flip you over and start massaging you again, this time on the front. I drizzle the warm oil all over your chest and stomach, watching it pool in your belly button. I massage your chest, paying special attention to your tits and nipples, watching them grow and move under my hands. I work my way down past your ribs and across your flat stomach, moving slowly down your body. My oil soaked hands move across your thighs and down your legs. I spend some time working on your thighs, calves, and feet. As you lay there spreadeagle, I see your shiny, oil covered pussy begging for attention. 

So I bring my hands back up your legs, around your stomach, and back down between your legs. I run may hands gently across your smooth lips. You feel the sensation, intensified by the lack of pubic hair. I play with your lips for awhile, until I can't stand it any longer. I must taste you.

I lower my head between your legs and savor your aroma. I gently lick your lips, tasting the lavender oil mixed with sweat. I spread your lips and see your clit staring back at me, waiting for me. I flick it with my tongue. You jump. I gently suck on it. You start to moan. I move down and bury my tongue deep inside you, lapping up your juices like a hungry dog. I start to tongue-fuck you, with my nose hitting your clit as I do. I turn slightly and begin to nibble the insides of your thighs, giving your pussy a break, but only for a moment, before I return to french kiss it again. I put my hands under your legs and raise them up in the air, exposing you even more. I am voracious now, licking and sucking you all over. I flick my tongue everywhere, over your clit, inside your pussy, over your asshole. 

You are thrashing so hard in pleasure it's hard to keep on target. But you grab my head with your hands and guide me back on target. I latch on to your clit and gently suck it again. This time, I'm going to make you come. It doesn't take long. I insert one, then two fingers into your pussy and massage your G spot as I suck your clit. I feel your orgasm approach as your pussy tightens around my fingers. Then you let go as another orgasm rips through you. It's a powerful one, and your juices flow freely into my waiting mouth. Mmmmmm."

"But since I'm not there, you'll have to do it yourself. Perhaps you'll shave your sweet pussy as I've described. Maybe you'll get a bottle of oil and follow along, oiling your body and feeling the slick sensations on your freshly shaved pussy as you stroke yourself. Perhaps you have toys in your nightstand that you can play with, inserting them in your hot snatch or your tight ass. Maybe you'll tell me in your own words what you do."

"But if I WERE there, at this point I think you'd have to rest, and would want to return the pleasures I've been giving you. So you sit up and push ME down on the bed. You get the shaving lotion, razor, and bowl of warm water and shave me as well. You clean all the hair off my cock and balls, leaving them silky smooth. 

After you clean off all the shaving cream with a warm towel, you lower your head and place your hot mouth around my fresh, clean cock, You engulf me with your mouth, feeling the hardness of my cock as it fills your mouth. You tongue swirls around the head, teasing me. You give a great blowjob. I don't care where you learned it. You hold my cock firmly in your hand as you suck each of my smoothly shaved balls into your mouth. You are a savage, attacking my cock with gentle fury.

You stop sucking me and retrieve the oil. You pour it over my chest, then smear it all over me. You lie on top of me, and I feel your breasts and warm skin sliding over mine. I play with your tits, tweaking the nipples. You bend forward and offer them to me. I suck them eagerly, first one, then the other. The devil has you now. You push me back on the bed and retrieve, from somewhere, three silken scarves. You proceed to tie my hands to the bedpost with two of them, and blindfold me with the other. I am now at your mercy."

"You begin to tease me some more. Without the sense of sight, my other senses are more acute. I feel you licking my nipples, I feel you scratching my thighs. I can only tell where you are by the movements on the bed. Suddenly, you plant yourself on my face, nearly drowning me with juice. I lap it up eagerly as I feel you take me in your mouth in a wonderful sixty-nine. You grind your pussy into my face as you feverishly suck my dick. I feel you sit up, pressing your pussy further into my face, and then the trickle of oil on my stomach and cock. You rub it in all over my cock and balls, squeezing them, kneading them, working me with a great handjob. The sensation of the warm oil and your hands on my smoothly shaved balls and cock is incredible. You even get me back by inserting a slender, oily finger up my ass."

"You pause for a moment, remove my blindfold, and we kiss passionately. Our eyes meet again with a devilish twinkle, as if to say, 'we both know we're adults and nobody's getting hurt, so let's have some no-strings attached fun.' It's as if we both understand that there is a difference between making love and fucking. Since we hardly know each other, we're just fucking. 

You untie my hands so that I can play with your naked body. You are sitting on me, and retrieve a condom from your nightstand and reach down to roll it onto my hardon. Then finally, slowly, teasingly you inch yourself onto me bit by bit, until I am completely inside you. We stop for a moment to enjoy the sensation of being coupled. 

Then slowly you begin to fuck me, raising yourself up and down, riding me. Your smooth, hot, wet, oily pussy makes sucking noises as my smooth, oily hard cock slides in and out. With our pubic hair shaved, we can both clearly see my cock disappear inside you. Your legs start to tire, so I grab you around the waist and flip you over into the missionary position. 

Now, I start fucking you, moving my cock in a steady rhythm, watching your face as you enjoy a good fuck. After a few minutes, we switch positions again, and go doggy-style. Your red hair flutters as each stroke slams you forward. I reach around to stroke your clit as I fuck you. You start to moan and scream with pleasure. You are telling me to fuck you harder. I grab your slim hips and watch my cock bury inside you. Your pussy feels incredible, sucking me in with every stroke. I playfully spank your butt. You stop momentarily, turn your head, smile approvingly, and then start fucking me again. So I spank you some more, harder this time, until your ass cheeks turn bright pink. So you like it rough? I grab the oil bottle from the nightstand and pour some on your burning ass, allowing it to run down the crack of your butt and onto my pistoning tool. I massage the oil in to soothe the burn of your spanking."

You pull forward, pulling me out of you, and tell me to lie down. You pull the condom off my cock and retrieve another one from the nightstand. You put it on me, and then lubricate it with oil. You straddle me and position yourself above me.

Holding my cock, you slowly lower yourself onto me again. But you are tighter this time, and I look toward your pussy and realize that you are taking me up your ass. 

You slowly lower yourself, pausing to adjust to this new sensation, until my cock is embedded in your ass. I don't move because I want you to set the pace. There is some discomfort initially, but you smile at me as it dissipates and slowly begin to fuck me. You rise and fall slowly, your ass loosening up to accept the intruder. I reach forward and massage your pussy and your clit. 

You lean back on your arms and I am able to insert two fingers inside you, feeling my cock through the thin membrane that divides them. Then you lean forward and, like a gymnast on a piece of equipment, rotate your body so that your back is to me. You lean back and lay on top of me. Your head drapes on my shoulder, and I can reach around to feel your breasts and your pussy, with my cock still buried in your ass. We remain like this for a minute, barely moving. Then I roll you over onto your side in a spoon position and start to fuck your ass again. Slowly at first, then harder, until you are able to take my whole cock up your ass with little pain. I feel my orgasm approaching and whisper in your ear that I'm going to come. 

You want to taste my cum and want us to come together, so I pull out of your ass, you remove the condom, quickly wash my cock with the towel you used when you shaved me, and then assume a sixty-nine position again, but this time laying side to side. You eagerly suck my cock as I lick your pussy again. It doesn't take long for us to bring each other back to the edge. We explode simultaneously, our moans muffled by the job of catching one another's liquid treasures. You hold me cock in your mouth as it spurts its salty fluid deep down your throat, while I am nearly drowned by the juices expelled by your powerful vaginal contractions. When the waves of pleasure have subsided, we disentangle and each roll onto our backs; oily, sweaty, exhausted. 

After a few moments, we sit up and kiss. We get out of bed and head for the bathroom. We take a shower together, washing away the evidence of our night of fun. There is still one more thrill for us, however. All this sex and the warm shower has made us both have to pee. Instead of interrupting the moment, we hold no secrets and it will all wash away. I am fascinated as I bend down to watch you. You spread your legs and squat slightly, then let go with a strong stream of golden fluid. It splashes harmlessly on the shower floor. I venture to stick my hand in the stream to feel it. It is a very natural but exciting experience.




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After you're done, it's my turn.... and you watch curiously as I direct my stream toward the drain. Brazenly, you grab my cock and direct it like a hose around the shower to feel what a man feels. 

After we're done, we soap each other's body and clean all the cracks and crevices. I kneel down to pay special attention to your pussy, carefully washing my new friend who has brought me so much pleasure. After I rinse the soap away, I give the exposed, naked lips one last kiss to say thank you. You do the same for me, cleaning my softening cock and gently giving it one last suck before finishing. 

We head back toward the bedroom, and you grab a clean pair of sheets from the linen closet on the way. We change the sheets and then curl up together for some well deserved sleep."

"But, alas, I'm not there to do all of these things to you, or for you. I hope that you will take these notes, and these gifts, and enjoy our date on your own. I hope you think of me when you wear the chaps. I hope you will use the panties to pleasure yourself in public or at work, anywhere others may be watching. I hope you will think of me as you fuck yourself with my rubber cock. Think of me as you make yourself come. Think of all of this and I'll be there with you. Think of me as you drift off to sleep. Goodnight, sweety. Sweet dreams." 

As she read the last words of the note, the phone rang.

"Sweety? Did you have fun on our date?"

"Yes, but I wish you were here to do all these things to me...and with me! I'm so horny!!!"

"Well this is your lucky day then!" he whispered in that soft, sultry, southern tone, " I'm coming to town on business and was thinking of taking a few days off afterwards to.....relax....and enjoy life." She could hear the smile in his voice as well as the devilish innuendos. "I'm on the morning flight. So, would you like to go on a date?"