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Standed

By: Jake Lost



It was a dark and lonely night and I was lost. I had been over to a friends housewarming party and I couldn't find my way around these lonely back roads. I wasn't carrying my cell phone and my husband wasn't expecting me home by any certain time. I started to panic. I knew my way if I could only find the main highway. I was determined to find my way out of this isolated area. As bad as this was, it was about to get worse. My car's engine started to sputter. I wasn't out of gas but something was definately wrong. My worst fear came true as my car finally died. I pulled it off to the side of the road. I tried to get it started but I just rendered the battery dead. Now I really started to panic. I was lost on a desolate road. It was dark and I had no way of calling for help. I knew it wasn't safe for a woman to be stranded late at night in the middle of nowhere. I didn't know what to do. Should I stay in the car or should I walk for help? Should I hide in the trees and wait for morning or flag someone down and hope they aren't some sort of crazed lunatic. As I was pondering my options, I noticed headlights from around the corner coming closer to me. I was nervous as I didn't know what to do. The vehicle slowly parked behind me. It looked like a van. I silently prayed that everything would be alright. I had the doors locked as a shadowy figure approached my car. The stranger wrapped on my window and I cracked it slightly. "can I help you?" said the man outside my car. I couldn't get a good look at the guy but I noticed he was black. I nervously told him that help was on the way. He told me it was dangerous for a beautiful women to be stranded in the woods alone. As I stared in a startled gaze, I noticed the name Phil sewed on his shirt. He must be on his way home from work I thought. He told me to pop the hood and he would take a look. I again assured him that I would be o.k. and that someone was comming for me. This guy would not take no for an answer so I finally relented and popped the hood. He rustled around for a while and then told me to try it. I turned the key but the car would not start. He told me to hold the foot feed down and try it again. It still wouldn't start. He asked me if he could try it. I was starting to feel a little bit better about the situation because he seemed so sincere in his desire to help me. I nervously relented and opened the door and stepped out. Before I knew what happened, I was grabbed from behind. I started to scream but Phil told me to be quiet and I wouldn't get hurt. He motioned towards the headlights of his van and I noticed another man get out and open a side door. Phil forced me into the van and tossed me onto the floor in the back. The van was totally gutted out and I looked up to notice two black men looking at me like a predator would a prey. The other man was wearing the same type of shirt and his name was "T". I was scared and begged them to let me go. I told them they could have all the money I had but they didn't seem interested. Phil said with a devilish grin, "it isn't your money we want". Terrorized by the prospects of what he meant I dashed for the door. T quickly grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor. He sat me down in front of his and held my arms behind me. As Phil lowered in in front of me I started to scream. Phil quickly produced a knife and held it to my throat. He told me to be quiet or he would kill me. Holding back the tears I sat motionlessly as T firmly held my arms behind me. Phil took the knife and cut the pony tail holder from my hair, allowing for my shoulder length blonde hair to flow down. He slowly lowered the knife down my face, lifting my chin up and telling me that I resembled Jenny McCarthy. He proceded down my body with the knife, slowly cutting the buttons from my shirt until he cut them all. I shut my eyes as he opened my shirt with the long blade. I knew they must have felt like pirates opening a treasure chest as my lacey bra held captive a beautiful set of 34 C's. I felt the blade against my sternum and opened my eyes as the knife cut loose my bra and my swollen fun bags blossomed out. My fair skin acsented my dark nipples as my ripe melons were on display. Phil put the knife down and started to squeeze my tits. His black hands overflowed with my white breasts. I was sickened as my nipples grew large against the warmth of his hands. Phil leaned down and started to suck on my tits as T held my arms tight. The warm, wet sensation of Phils mouth over my erect nipple further filled my swollen breasts. He licked my nipples and my tits responded. As he sucked my tits I was terrorized by the realization that this was only the beginning. I tried to pull loose but to no avail. I was powerless as Phil sucked my tits. It seemed like forever but when Phil finished he raised his head. My tits were spent and his saliva left them shiney. Phil quickly made his way down my slim waist and agressively pulled my pants off. I started to kick and fight but that only reminded Phil of the knife. With T holding me tight, Phil shoved the knife against my face and told me to be very quiet. He then cut my panties off, exposing my full blonde bush. I could see the excitement in Phils eyes as he spread my legs apart. T tightened his grip and told Phil, "hurry up, I want some of that". Hearing that made my heart sink. My virtuous body was being invaded. As Phil lowered in, his long tongue broke through my pussy lips and stoled my innocence. I tensed against T's powerful grasp, making my tits tighten and flexing my abdominal muscles below my expanded rib cage. Phil didn't slow down as his warm tongue licked deep into the core of my cunt, triggering a senual response from my body. My pussy was fast becomming wet and the smell of my heat was thick in the air. Phil found my clit and tongued it hard as my body started to spasm. I pushed my head back against T as I tried to quell the carnal desire that was brewing within as I felt like my body was betraying me. As Phil licked through my wet pussy I raised my knees, instinctively allowing his tongue deeper into my gash. I was breathing heavily and was sickened when T said, "keep it up, she is loving it". With that said, Phil spread my legs farther and really went to work. I tried hard not to give in but I couldn't move since T held me so tight. I was powerless as Phil deeply ate out my pussy and triggered an intense orgasm inside of me. I started to tremble and then my body let loose. I bit my lip so I wouldn't let out a moan as I creamed all over Phils face. He lapped up my joy juice and tasted my love. As the intensity died down I was angry that my body would reward unwanted advances. Phil continued to massage my clit with his tongue and lick my drenched cunt. Phil sat up and removed his shirt. I knew he wasn't finished with me but It was only to real when he pulled down his pants and sported a huge black cock. The thickness was only overshadowed by it's tremendous length. His black cock was twice the size of my husbands and I could only stare at it in disbelief. Phil grabbed the tremendous mounting rod and started to stroke it to reach it's maximum size. I gasped as his huge black meat muscle was lowered and pointed straight at my innocent white little fur trap. T gripped my arms tight as we both watched in silent antisipation as Phil pushed his monsterous black cockhead between my warm pussylips and landed it inside my gushing cave. I spread my legs wide and wrapped them around his ebony body as I knew if I tried to fight it, his big black cock would rip my tight blonde pussy to shreds. With T holding me tight, Phil grabbed my slim waist and thrusted his huge black dick deep into my over matched cunt. I screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure as he pushed past my husbands territory on the first thrust. I tried to relax my cunt muscles as his next thrust sent a shiver right up my spine. He was thrusting slowly but powerfully, trying to allow for my pussy to adjust to his great size. He pushed his black cock deeper and my pussy started to really lather, allowing for enough lubrication for him to really start driving me. I couldn't hold back my moans as I was getting his black cock faster and deeper. I leaned back into T who let go of my arms, knowing full well that I was powerless against the big black cock that was deep inside my stretched pussy. T backed away as my head fell to the floor of the van. I squeezed my legs and put my arms around phils back as he started to fuck me harder and harder. I was moaning in ecstacy as Phil started to seriously fuck my brains out. I dug my fingernails deep into his back and howled in ecstacy when Phil landed his entire load into my pure pussy. He left it inside me momentarily to feel the tight compression of my warm wet fur trap around his enormous black cock. It was impossible for me to ignore what was happening to me. I was being raped by a big black cock and my only defense was not to fight it.

The enormous black crank inside my cunt would surely rip me inhalf if I resisted. The main problem was that even though I was sickened by being raped, my body was loving this thick black cock. Phil watched as my tight white body shuddered with delight as his whole black package throbbed inside of me. He really must of felt turned on because he started to fuck me with great intensity. I started to yelp with each powerful thrust as Phils huge black manhood pounded deep into my tight white womanhood. I arched my back and pushed to try to allow for deeper penetration. I was scared and willing to do anything to take this tremendous black cock in without being ripped in half. I was moaning in painful pleasure as Phil fucked my brains out. The size of his great black cock made it difficult for me to breath.

I flipped my head back to straighten out my throat to allow for maximum air passage. With my head flipped back, I felt an enormous gag put into my mouth. It didn't take long for me to realize that the gag was actually T's equally enormous black cock. I tryed to fight it but he thrusted his great size deep into my mouth. My mouth was stretched to the max and I couldn't even bite down. He started to thrust his big black cock deeper in and out of my mouth. I struggled to breath out of my nose as he pushed his enormous black cock past my tonsils and down my throat. The pain was intense as my throat stretched against his thickness. I clutched my neck to keep my throat from tearing apart. As T landed his huge mount deep down my throat, I could feel my neck expand and I could actually feel exactly how far down his enormous cockhead landed. I was being ripped into from both ends. My tight petite white body was being invaded at both ends by two huge black cocks. I knew my best bet would be to lie still and take in the massive black rods willingly. As T mouth fucked me, I could feel him really thrust hard, landing his entire load down my throat. I swear his huge cockhead almost made it to my stomach. I had never been able to take my husband in past my tonsils but I was now giving a deepthroating clinic. They both started to thrust in rhythym as their two big black cocks slide deep into each of my stretched wet holes. I was almost losing conscienceness when I felt the large cock punishing my pure cunt thicken. Phil thrusted his huge meat deep inside of me and cut loose. As wads of sperm filled cum shot deep into me, T started to fuck my mouth faster. Phil thrusted and held, thrusted and held, obviously dumping huge loads of his black sperm deep into my fertile white love cave. Frightened by the fact I was being impregnated by a black man I could only lie still as he planted his seed. As my eyes welled up with tears I opened them to the sight of T's massive testicles bouncing off my face as he continued to fuck my face. When I felt my neck swell in my hands, I knew he was ready. I had never tasted cum before but as T thrusted in deep, I felt his cock thicken and a warm sensation burn down my esophagus and disappear into my stomach. As he pulled out of my mouth , I struggled for air, gargling his thick cum and swallowing it to breath. As I lay panting, T shot the rest of his load on my face and into my mouth. I had cum dripping from my nose, lips, and chin as I took in huge breaths of air. I was struggling to stay conscience when I heard Phil yell, "Switch". My heart dropped as I knew I couldn't survive another attack like that. These two hung black men would actually fuck me to death. As Phil positioned his semi-hard cock to my mouth and T spread my legs, I begged them to stop. When they hesitated, I told that I would cooperate. Phil asked what I meant as I rolled over to all fours and said that I would suck his cock and allow T to fuck me in the doggy style position. They smiled as they knew they drove me to the point of no return. I was willing to fuck my rapists and they readily agreed. I arched my back so my drenched cunt was spread open and visible from the back. T instantly lifted his huge black cock to my stretched white pussy and eased it in. I was now able to handle his size and I pushed back into him like a women in heat. His tremendous size filled my hole and actually felt good as it slid deep into my wet and warm pussy. As he started to thrust faster and deeper, I felt a deep carnal desire brew from within as I let out a primal scream of approval. Phil's cock was now at full attention as I leaned in and started to lick his huge black dick. He held my blonde hair as I coated his huge black cock with the saliva off my warm tongue. T grabbed my tiny white waist and plunged his black cock in deep. I purred with approval as the vibration out of my mouth hummed against Phils thick prick. I lifted Phils cock and wrapped my lips around and pushed. His huge meat went deep into my mouth as I was eager to see if I could now deep throat his big black cock. I was sucking his dick with great passion as he moaned in approval. The more T thrusted the more I sucked. Soon T was fucking me at break neck speed and I was devouring Phils black cock as if I was starved. Phil grabbed my head and started to thrust, pushing his big black cock deep down my throat. I was able to manage it better now and started to deep throat him like a pro. As T fucked me silly, I was giving Phil the greatest blow job of my life. Phil started to tremble as I felt his huge mount thicken. I was ready for it this time as he blew his hot cum into my mouth and I ingested it down my throat. He was like a volcano erupting but I swallowed all I could, with remanents dripping down my chin. T was really fucking me hard as I had to let go of phil. I buried my face into the floor of the van as I hung my yearning pussy out to dry. T slammed me with great force until he to thickened and spewed. As he moaned I could actually feel his hot cum shoot down my uterus and fight to fertilize my egg. When he was finished, he dismounted me and I felt like a deflated balloon. They carried me and my clothes back to my car. They put my naked body in the front and threw my clothes in the back. As I lie there still, I seen there van drive away. I knew it would take a while for me to recover before I could go for help. It was only about an hour later when I was awaken by a truck driver. As I noticed his wild eyes scanning my naked body I noticed the tremendous bulge protruding from his pants. As he carried me to the sleeping quarters of his truck, I knew that it had only just begun.

Standing Above You



I wonder what she saw as she watched us. 

Did I look assertive and dominant standing above you? The light was dim, but she had a full view of my naked body. The years of working out must have pleased her. The smirk of approval she gave you as I slipped out of my clothes gave that away. I was firm and erect, ready for what came next. When I looked down at you, guiding your lips to taste me, did she think I was in control?

Did she imagine you as docile and obedient beneath me? You were on your hands and knees, the perfect curve of your ass thrust up into the air. Your eyes were raised up to my face, eager to please me, hungry to taste me. When your tongue unfolded from your mouth, did she decide that you were serving me?

My first reaction was my first sign of weakness. Your long lick from the base of my dick all the way to the tip dragged a moan out from deep in my throat. Part of it was the way you stroked every nerve under my skin in one strong, moist move. Part of it was looking in your eyes watching the lids close slightly, seeing your look turn from submissive to carnal in the space of a heartbeat. By the time your mouth descended on my tip, dripping spit from your parted lips, you were already in control. 

Did she realize that you are a sexual artist? Did she appreciate the slow, rhythmic rocking of your head up and down on my shaft and the counter balance motion of your hips and ass as you sucked my dick? Did she know that every lick and swipe of your tongue left a trail of pleasure that I could feel like liquor in my blood? Did she hear the music in your moans that told me you loved my taste? Did she understand that know one gives head the way you do?

I would have told her, but all my words were for you. I whispered how good you made me feel. I groaned my desire to fuck you until you passed out. I pleaded with you not to stop. I couldn't talk to her. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't remember that she was in the room.

Maybe she saw my attempt to be assertive. I laced my fingers into your hair and thrust my hips at your face, filling your whole mouth with my erection. I rocked long, hard strokes over your tongue and held your head in place while I pumped. But that didn't change anything. Your groans of approval were louder now. You wanted me deep inside you. You liked it when I fucked your face. My dominance was an illusion. I still couldn't see anything around me. All I could see was your mouth pull away from me and your head dip down even lower. 

I raised myself, wet and throbbing, in a shaking fist to make it easy for you to taste me. You licked me from below, like a snake teasing sensitive apples hanging in a tree. My eyes rolled back in my head. My knees quivered beneath me. My fist pumped furiously, desperate to release the tension you so skillfully created. I screamed, but I don't know what I said. It might not have been English. It might not even have been words. My body wasn't mine anymore. It was yours.

I didn't know or care what she saw then. Your lips and your tongue and your mouth were everywhere and everything to me. I couldn't feel my arms or legs. I could barely hear your groans of encouragement over the pounding in my ears. I looked down at you, pleading for your help. You looked up at me smiling. You knew just what to do. With one last long lick on my tip you bent your head back, raised your breasts up, and gave me a place to come.

Your name came out at the top of my lungs and my come shot out all over you. You took it on your lips and let it land on your chest, gasping as each warm spurt touched your soft skin. Gathering up my weakened body by the waist, you sucked my tip into your mouth and gently finished me off. I shuddered and collapsed in front of you, unable to hold myself up. 

The wicked little chuckle that you gave my limp form was the final clue. If she didn't know the truth before, she knew it now. You have so much power over me. I give myself to you because no one else pleases me the same way.

I would have asked her what she thought, but before I had the strength to speak she had moved from the chair to lie down beside you. Now wasn't the time for questions. 

Now it my turn to watch.

Have fun.

NYR



Standing at the Rail



I was standing at the rail Looking out over the city. It was late in the evening, a group of friends and I were at a having drinks at a rooftop bar in the meatpacking district to celebrate a birthday. The night was growing late and we were all feeling no pain. 

I turned back to my friends smiling. It was a good night. 

One of my co-workers who was just recently married was wearing a pair of low rider jeans and a short-cropped shirt prominently displaying her navel. She had a drink in one hand, her other in her front pocket. As if to accentuate the point each time she would raise her glass to drink she would push down on the hand in her pocket, which would take her jeans down a notch or two. On more then one occasion her pants slid well beyond the point of decency exposing her very attractive and obviously freshly waxed pussy to all who were looking. She was attractive and a bit of a show off but married and a co-worker so after stealing one last glimpse I turned away. 

I turned to an absolutely gorgeous woman. I have known her for quite some time and have lusted after her since day one. She was standing looking out over the rail with one of our group discussing various landmarks. They were pointing to another rooftop across the street and a few floors lower then ours. As I approached they asked if I knew the other nightspot. 

Did I mention I had had a few drinks? They were clearly taking effect and providing me with some reckless courage.

I stepped up behind my stunning object of desire a little closer then necessary or respectable, crouching slightly to follow the direction her finger was gesturing. The first thing I noticed was her scent. Very enticing. Slightly floral but not too overpowering, a touch of spice and was that vanilla? I would expect nothing less from her. Simply stated, complex and elegant. 

"Do you know what that place is?" she asked.

"That is the SoHo House." I replied 

"We should go there sometime, they have a pool, look"

I took the opportunity to step in closer, actually lightly pressing my body up against hers so I could feel her warmth. "This place has a pool as well." 

"I does! Where?"

It did not escape my notice that she did not move away. "To the left of the elevators when we first walked in. " 

"Your going to have to show me." 

At this point our other colleague moved off leaving me standing behind this incredibly sexy woman with my body still touching hers. 

She began pointing to other landmarks asking me if I knew what this place was or that. Each time she would move slightly when she asked and I would respond by shifting myself. After a few missed land marks, one correct and one out right guess I began to feel a great stirring between my legs. This very attractive woman, with long jet black hair, deep soulful eyes and the most amazing tight little ass was physically flirting with me. 

If I hadn't been a little drunk I probably would have, should have, stepped back at this point. However with the state I was in I went with it. I felt my cock grow hard pressed up against her gorgeous ass and it felt good. We were chatting about places we could see from our roof top perch. My responses whispered from lips that brushed against her ear. All the while our bodies were searching out and feeling for one another. My cock straining in my pants just dying to be let out. It was so hard and sensitive that every motion sent bolts of pure pleasure shooting through my body. I was grinding on her ass while there were people surrounding us. Standing, some sitting, all completely oblivious to our ongoing sex act. Almost all.

There were a small group Asian girls sitting just to the left of us and I noticed we had the attention of one in particular. She was cute, young, and very interested in the activities we were presenting to her. As if it were possible I could feel my cock grow even harder. Pressing to escape the confines of my clothing and explore the flesh of my lover. 

My friend must have felt the change in intensity and responded in kind. Pushing back into me, trying to feel as much of my cock as she could. All the while our voyeur watched intently. It seemed as though she completely abandoned her friends without ever leaving her seat. Focused on us I watched as she began to cross and press her legs together in what must have been an effort to help satisfy her own growing need. 

My own intensity was becoming feverish. The sensations were amazing. I had never felt anything like it. At least not with my clothes on. It actually felt like I was having sex. I did not want this to ever stop, but if it went on for much longer I was going to have to bend my lover over the railing lift her dress and fuck her. Oh to feel my cock sliding past that ass of hers, in and out of her wet pussy. To feel her push back into me while my dick reaches deep inside her. Feeling her take hold of my penis.

My hand went to her hip and pulled her closer feeling her flesh through her dress. My fingers pressing into her like that statue in the gardens of Rome... The Rape of Persephone.

Ever intent on joining us in our now unabashed humping, our voyeur friend began to spread her legs playing the exhibitionist. She had on a short jean skirt which had ridden up her thigh from all the squirming. As my cock slid across my lovers ass. Our voyeurs pussy came in to view. Clean, glistening, wanting. Then it happened. I grabbed my lover, pulled her closer, felt her grip my cock in the crack of her ass and I had an orgasm. Pleasure shot through me in waves. My fingertips and toes went numb, my eyes tingled. I could feel the sensation travel up and down my spine. Oh it was incredible. My lover was amazing, feeling me shudder she moved with me in perfect rhythm intensifying my experience. What made it even more incredible, I did not ejaculate. For the first time in my life I had an orgasm and did not actually cum. 

Regaining some composure and sense of decorum which had all gone out the window, we hugged and gathered ourselves. Smiling we mouthed thank you to our Voyeur as we made our way to the door...



Standing Behind You



Sometimes when I stand behind you, I know you get chills just awaiting my touch on your shoulders. I can see the goose bumps all over your neck, can hear your breath getting quicker. Your long red wavy hair cascades down your neck, smelling freshly washed. Your eyes are closed, as you imagine what I'm about to do to you. 

You wait until I come to you, pushing you against the wall, my hips shoved up tight against yours. Your body is sexy, smooth, soft yet inviting. I wrap my arms around your waist, my hands exploring your breasts through your little white tank top. My touch is very gentle and a gasp escapes your lips. I pull your hair aside from your neck and all you can feel is my hot breath. As I take the tip of my nose and rub it in circles around your earlobe, your nipples harden. I play with them on the outside of your tank top, teasing you even more. I'll take off your top when I'm good and ready. 

You try to turn around to face me, but I hold you in place. You feel my left hand run through your hair, caressing its softness. I'm so gentle yet persuasive; I gyrate my body against yours. Our silent dance is getting you wet in your panties. You push your ass back into me, letting me know how bad you want it. You moan, as the teasing is becoming too much. My hand crawls up your skirt to discover the absence of panties. Your shaved pussy is already soaked. Two of my fingers are jammed in; you shriek from the penetration.

Suddenly, and without any warning, I grab a handful of your long hair. With my other hand, I forcefully bend you over the bed. As I take in the sights, my cock begins to harden. Your cute little denim skirt barely covers your tight ass and your athletic legs are sexy, right down to the sneakers you sport today. You try to stand up, to turn and face me, but I hold you down. As I push your face into the mattress, I cross your wrists at your lower back and simply say "Stay". Judging by the stern tone of my voice, you don't need to be told twice. 

"I hope that pussy is wet enough before I fuck you, or else you're gonna be in for some wicked pain", you growl. A chill goes through you. You love my voice. I have no problem getting you wet. You could come from the sound of my voice alone. I know this and always take advantage of it.

My cock is hard and long and thick. I cruelly shove it into you, as you are bent over the bed. You whimper from the pain and I laugh, grabbing your hair in my fist. You try to position yourself better on the edge of the bed, but my one hand is holding both of your wrists behind your back and you are unable to move. I thrust hard and deep into you and can feel you shudder as I whisper in your ear.

"This pussy is mine", I whisper. "I will take it" - my words are punctuated by my thrusting - "whenever I want". You gasp as I hold your head down on the bed. I lean to tell you more.

"I am sick and fucking tired of this 'forbidden fruit' shit!" I growl. "This pussy belongs to me and this body belongs to me, do you understand?"

You say nothing until I give you permission to speak. 

"Yes, I understand", you say to me. I see tears welling up in your eyes, from both the pleasure and pain. Your hips push back into mine; I can feel you getting close to cumming.

"Tell me what I want to hear!", I yell. "You tell it to me exactly!" I pull out and whip you around, lying on top of you, face to face.

A deep breath escapes you. "This is your pussy and you can have it whenever you want!" You scream in reply. I lean my head down and roughly shove my tongue in your mouth. You kiss me back, moaning and groaning. I bite down on your neck, tasting your sweet sweat. Your cute little sneakers kick off my ass, as I relentlessly pound you. 

"Oh please David, please make me cum!" you sigh in my ear. Your fingernails scrape my back.  I thrust harder and harder into your wet pussy. I can feel your body shudder as you cum. Your legs are wrapped around my waist and I grab your face with my hands, kissing you deeply once again. 

"I'm close," I tell you. 

"Fuck me, David!" is all you can answer.

As I inhale the scent of your pussy and feel your soft mouth on mine, I cum hard and long. I keep thrusting until tears spill down your cheeks from the pain, which makes me cum even more. I love to hurt you and you love to be hurt. And now that the forbidden fruit has been tasted, there will be more pain for you in the future. You wouldn't want it any other way.



Standing Here



Was it a dream or was it reality? I could no longer tell, and yet there I was, standing at the edge of the cliff that overlooked a large bay of water. The sun was beginning to set and I could feel the breeze blow gently across my face. I'd been standing there for a good while I know. My legs had long since grown numb and I couldn't move even if my life depended on it. Ah yes, I remembered this dream now, only shortly after the sun went down, it would turn to a nightmare…what would happen tonight?

I heard the footsteps behind me and knew you were approaching. This is how it always begins; me watching the sunset and you walking up and stopping just behind me. You stop so close to me I can feel the warmth of your breath against the back of my neck even though at 6'4 you tower over my 5'2 frame.

~You always reached out to me and 
helped me believe~

"You enjoy the darkness too much for you own good sometimes," you whisper against my ear. I nod slowly in agreement.

"When one knows nothing but darkness for so long, it becomes a comfort." I don't want to say the words because in the past they've always led to the feel of a gun barrel brushing against the back of my head. This time though, something feels…different.

"Then let me show you something besides darkness." New words. This isn't the nightmare of the past. This is something all together new. I start to turn but your hands catch my arms and hold me still, pulling me against you, my back to your chest. You wrap your arms around me and together we watch until the sun is out of sight. Your hands slowly caress my arms softly. "You're cold."

"I'm use to being cold," I answer quietly. You lean down, kissing the top of my head then whisper,

"Let me show you warmth instead."

~All those memories we share
I will cherish every one of them~

I close my eyes and when I open them again, we are standing on a deck that overlooks a wooded area, beyond which I know from memory lies a lake or pond of sorts that the dog has taken a swim in on at least one occasion. I lean against the railing and watch you. You've taken a velvet coverlet and laid it out on the deck along with blankets and pillows…all in black. You haven't changed clothing…still wearing black pants, shirt and boots. Trademark look for you as I have come to find out over the years. I glance down at myself and realize I'm wearing black myself…velvet pants and shirt, leather boots. Interesting. When I look back up, I catch you watching me but can't quite read the look on your face. The breeze moves against my face, catching my hair as it does so. You reach up, brush your hand against the side of my face and I actually feel my breath catch in my chest. The touch is soft and amazing at the same time. You say you're going to change clothes and that if I want to do the same I can. You point out a room before kissing me on the forehead and wandering into the house. I watch you for a moment then push off the railing and follow you inside.

~The truth of it is there's a right way to live
And you showed me
So now you live on in the words of a song
You're a melody
You stand here with me now~

I walk out onto the patio wrapped in a black velvet blanket. I was somewhat cold, but, not to badly. You looked up from where you were sitting on the blankets. The black silk bottoms you had on were tied off at the waist and actually looked incredible on you. I sat down next to you, releasing my hold on the blanket around and you smiled softly at me.

"What do you think?" 

"About what?" I ask.

"About all of this," you answer quietly. I lie back and look up at the stars overhead. I feel you move and then you are lying next to me, the blanket wrapped around us both now.

"It's beautiful out here." You smile and nod, looking up at the stars. I turned and watched you, the peaceful look on your face moving me like nothing else ever had in a long time. Out of sheer curiosity, I reach out and brush my hand down the side of your face, just wanting to feel. You turn, kissing the inside of my hand and then holding it in your own. 

"I'm glad you like it…"

~Just when fear blinded me 
you taught me to dream
I'll give you everything I am 
and still fall short of 
What you've done for me~

I turned to my side and draped my arm across your chest, resting my head against your shoulder. You looked back up at the sky, resting your hand on my arm, your other hand just moving through the back of my hair. It was peaceful…it was…surreal. When you looked back at me, I knew what I wanted, so I leaned closer and kissed you. Not anything erotic…just exploring really…wanting to see what was there. Your hand went to my face, pulling me somewhat closer as your other arm moved around my back. Despite the coolness outside, I could feel the heat radiating off your body. I kissed you again, this time finding you more open to the idea… 

~In this life that I live 
I hope I can give love unselfishly~

I traced a hand lazily down the side of your face, your jaw line, down across your shoulder to your chest. You shivered once and chuckled quietly even as you leaned in to kiss me again and I felt your teeth gently grazing my bottom lip. Even as you kissed me I felt at peace…felt the dream fade into memory… and I was no longer afraid of losing you…knowing now, I never would.

~I've learned the world is bigger than me
You're my daily dose of reality
You stand here with me now~

(Song Lyrics "You Stand Here With Me" by Creed from the album "Weathered".) 



Standing In



Chapter 1

I've known Jon and Laura ever since they bought the house next door five years ago.

They'd just moved to the city, Jon was taking a new job, one that was several rungs up the ladder from his last one, according to him, and Laura was a teacher, an elementary school teacher, so she could really live just about anywhere and find work.

So, Helen and I got to know them, even though they were many years our junior. I was just at the end of my career, Jon was rapidly rising in his, and we both always seemed to have a lot to talk about whenever we were together. As luck would have it, Helen was a teacher herself and Laura ended up teaching at the same school, another thing that bonded the four of us.

We often went out to dinner together, invited each other to cookouts, just generally got along really well. We also had many of the same interests and tastes. It really seemed that our ages were of little or no regard in our friendship.

They were very supportive when Helen died, it was a sudden onset of cancer that took her in less than six months. Jon and Laura were and are wonderful, often having me over for supper, making sure I didn't sink into a funk now being alone in life.

It was during a supper at their house, when this story really started.

We were finished eating, just having the rest of the second bottle of wine, when Laura asked if I was seeing anyone, dating at all.

"No, I've looked at those websites and such. There's even some that look more like hook-up sites than anything," I told them.

"Well, Jon, maybe that's really what you need, just some casual 'friend with benefits' kind of woman," Laura kidded.

"Yeah, Ed, there's plenty of lonely wives around, I'll bet there are a few who'd be interested in a little male companionship," Jon added.

"With all the traveling you're doing now, sweetie, I might just be one of those frustrated housewives."

"See, there you are, Ed, Laura's here a lot. I can tell you she's more than a 'once-a-week' kind of woman. You're next door, you could stand in for me when I was out of town," Jon laughed.

I looked at Laura, who, oddly, was not laughing.

"What's this, Jon, are you giving your wife to our next door neighbor?" she asked.

"Well, I've got several three-week trips coming up, why not? It's not like you'd be sneaking around doing anything. I'd know about it and I trust Ed, don't you?"

"And, what if I said, that seems like a great idea?" she asked her husband.

"Like I said, I'd rather that you and Ed enjoy each other than you get tempted by some grocery clerk or some guy at the gas station. And, Ed's all by himself."

"I should just take you up on it," she said as I sat there, somewhat uncomfortably, not quite sure if this was all in jest. I can tell you that my cock was taking it seriously.

But, the conversation went to other things and I really never thought much more about it.

Then, about two weeks later, Laura called me and asked me to supper the next evening.

As I usually do, I took two bottles of wine for the three of us and rang their door right on time at six-thirty.

Laura came to the door, all smiles, wearing a pretty, little sundress, welcoming me with a kiss and leading me back to the kitchen.

We chatted for a minute when I asked, "Jon late getting home?"

I was uncorking the wine when she said, "Remember when you were over last time and Jon thought you and I should become 'friends-with-benefits?'"

Of course, the entire conversation came immediately back to mind.

"Sure, I remember," I managed to get out.

"Well, he and I had a long talk about it before he left on his trip. He's gone for three weeks."

I stood there, not sure if I should even say a word.

"It turns out he was serious, he thinks you and I should become, well, I guess the word is 'lovers,' Ed, you and me. And, truthfully, I rather liked his idea. Now, I suppose it's up to me to see if I can interest you," she said as she smiled at me and pulled off her dress over her head.

Let me tell you about Laura: she's twenty-eight, medium height, slender, shoulder-length blond hair, very pretty face and, well, now I had a perfect view of all the rest. Her body was beautiful. Slender but curved with nice breasts, probably B-cups but they were round and high and pink-tipped. Lower, she was shaved perfectly smooth with a plump, girlish cleft. She had an all-over tan which I later found out was from sunning nude on her back patio when she began having me over to join her in the warm summer sun.

"Oh, Laura, I may be older than you, a lot older but, honey, I'd have to be long dead not to be turned-on by what I'm seeing. You are a truly beautiful woman and, well, you say that Jon is really willing to let us do this?"

"He is, Ed. He knows just how horny I get while he's away and, well, I imagine you've been that way as well. Am I right?"

"Yes, I have been and, well, never more than now, seeing you this way."

"Come here, then and we can do something about it," she said as I stepped to her and we embraced and kissed, her tongue sliding between my lips as my hands ran over her smooth back and butt.

My mind was swirling with what was happening. Here, I was all alone, now retired, lonely for really the first time in my life when my beautiful, young next door neighbor offers to become my lover. And with her husband's knowledge and permission.

"Ed, I'm the only one naked here, are you joining me?" she asked pulling her head back, looking up at me.

Was I worried that I wouldn't have the stamina for a woman less than half my age? Oh, yeah, I was and, let's face it none of us like to be embarrassed by a dick that goes limp at precisely the wrong moment. But, she wanted to get this started and, well, what was I going to do, say no? Not likely.

So I was quickly out of my clothes as we both stood there in the kitchen looking at each other.

I'm not bad for my age, I've always stayed pretty trim so I don't particularly have a belly on me, though I was conscious of my graying pubic hair, thinking that with this new arrangement, perhaps I should begin shaving somewhat more from now on.

At least I was erect and a thrill shot through me when she reached down to take my cock in her hand. I cupped her breast and we came together and kissed, certainly the sexiest kiss I'd had in many years.

"Why don't you pour the wine, Ed, while I finish making the salad?" she said as she turned, showing me her pretty butt to get the things out of the refrigerator.

I poured some wine in each glass and handed her one. She lifted it to mine, clinking it, then saying, "Here's to what happens after supper," smiling up at me.

"Yes, it all seems rather incredible but I hope I can be worthy of such beautiful company."

"I thought it would be fun to have a nice romantic candlelight dinner dressed like this for our first time together."

She took the salad into the dining room as I brought the wine. She had me sit down, a towel was thoughtfully placed on each chair, and she brought out our plates of her lasagna which I've had before; it is delicious and filled with little meatballs, just scrumptious, which is also the way she looked.

I supplemented our wine and we began eating, chatting about where Jon was for this trip, a few tidbits about school, still interesting because I had known the principal and assistant from when Helen worked there as well.

I was pouring the last of the first bottle and asked her if I should get the second.

"Um, well, why not? We can take it to bed with us and if we get busy and don't finish it, you can put the cork in it and it'll keep. I'm just not sure I will," she laughed. She picked up our dishes and took them to the kitchen while I picked up our glasses and the bottle I'd now opened and I followed her exquisite butt upstairs to their bedroom.

There were also candles in the bedroom which she lit as I put the bottle and glasses down. She pulled the covers back and got down and patted a place next to her where I lay down.

Our arms surrounded one another as she whispered, "Mmm, now this is nice, much better," then kissed me as she slid a leg up over me keeping her knee over my cock.

My hands, of course, were mapping as much of her as I could reach, she was smooth and soft to my touch and as she kissed me, sliding our tongues together, she moved her knee over me rubbing my cock.

I began kissing her neck, then shoulders, then on to her lovely breasts which I kissed and kissed, finally taking her nipple in my mouth to suck as my hand rubbed down between her opened legs.

Her hand was now stroking me up and down as she softly said, "Mmm, this is nice, Ed, it feels just right to me, I really feel comfortable with you and, well, pretty turned-on, too."

I lifted up off her nipple and kissed her on the lips, telling her, "I sure feels right to me, Laura, I haven't been this turned-on in, oh, years and years," and then I began kissing down her stomach and onto the plump slit between her legs.

"Oh, Ed, yes, mmm, I love this, make me feel good," she moaned as her legs opened for me.

I was back down between a woman's legs after a long time, now back doing something I loved to do.

I curled my tongue closed and poked into her and wiggled it around, then flicked up and down.

"Mmm, yes, oh, that's good, mmm."

I eased her open with my thumbs and flicked my tongue in and around up inside her.

"Oh, oh, omigod, that's good, oh, Ed, you are so good, don't stop, I'm gonna cum, just keep doing that."

If a woman is on the verge of cumming, I always do what I'm asked. After all, who better knows how to get them off than themselves. So, I kept doing what I was doing and she soon let out a shriek as her legs thrashed around in the throes of what was obviously a dramatic and powerful orgasm.

"Oh, uh, uh, Ed, wonderful, oh, uh," she panted, "really...uh...wonderful...uh, mmm, come up here," she asked as she pulled me up between her widened legs.

I held my cock to her and pushed as she pressed down and was soon making wonderful love to my next door neighbor's wife.

"Laura, this is incredible, I never dreamed I'd be with you like this."

"Well, it's making us both happy, Ed, and Jon wants me to be happy."

"I just never thought these things happened. I mean, how lucky could a man get to be with you?"

"Well, you're pretty nice, yourself, Ed. I hope you can stay the night. I'd like that."

"It's certainly by far the best offer I've had," I grinned and I moved in and out of her.

She raised her legs up over my shoulders so I could take long, slow strokes. She was tight, really tight, it reminded me of the first girl I ever had, we were in high school and I was pretty shy and inexperienced. She certainly wasn't, she knew what she wanted and just went and did it. She had me in her on our first date. Lovely memories though what I was doing at that moment was destined to be even better memories for the future.

I'd just made a push deep into her when the phone rang.

"Don't stop, Ed," she said as she reached over, looked at the handset, clicked it on and said, "Hi, hon, how are you?"

Chapter 2

I could feel my cock begin to shrink as she went on, "Yeah, fine, the usual at school. Oh, Ed's here, came for dinner."

He said something, then she added, "Yeah, actually, right now."

My heart skipped a beat when she said that but she went on, "Oh, quite wonderful, so far. He sure looks happy."

I heard him faintly talking with her when she answered, "Yes, we're still, well, you know. And he's staying the night, keeping my feet warm."

He said some more when she said, "Well, I will and you, too. I'll tell him. Love you lots and lots. And, mmm, thanks, sweetie, I'll make it up to you when you get home."

Then they said goodbye and she put the phone back.

"I wonder how often a husband calls little wifey and she's being slowly fucked while they talk?"

"Well, I have to be truthful, I know he knows and all but, still, it started to deflate me, you could probably tell."

"I could. Did you feel me use my vaginal muscles while we were talking?"

"Yes, I did and it was quite lovely."

"Just push in, yeah, like that. Let me do it some more," and she began clenching then relaxing her pelvic muscles around my cock while I held still. It felt quite wonderful to be pleasured like that as my hands caressed her firm, tender breasts.

"So, he told me to make sure you got everything you wanted. How is it, so far?"

"Oh, Laura, it's far beyond anything I could have wished for. You are exquisite and so sexy, just unbelievable. I'm surely the luckiest man on earth," and I bent down and kissed her.

"I just love it slow like this, let's just take our time and enjoy being together like this, really together, I like us being connected like we are, don't you?" she asked sultrily.

"I love it, I just love being with you, Laura, maybe I can talk to Jon's boss and see if he can travel some more?" I snickered.

"Why, Ed, now don't get greedy. Though it is cute," she giggled as she moved around under me matching my movements with hers. "I have to say, it's kind of spicy that I'm having sex with another man, even if Jon knows about it."

"You're right. I feel the same way, like there's something secret and naughty about this and I know Jon knows about us, hell, he was even talking to you while we were making love."

"Oh, yeah, and he knew we were in bed and you were fucking me. Sorry, that's kind of raunchy talk, Ed. I get that way a bit when I'm really turned-on."

I laughed and told her, "So did Helen, maybe school teachers get a little raunchy when they're in bed."

"She did? She always seemed so demure, so proper."

"Well, she was just the opposite in bed, I can tell you. I'm sure she wouldn't mind me telling you that. I even think she probably approves of this."

"You think so? She just didn't seem that way to me."

"She loved sex and it did things to her that were really amazing. She had a sex drive that was very surprising. I still remember our first time, we met in college and on the third date, she told me that she'd made a decision."

"And it was?"

"She said she wanted us to go to my apartment, she was checked out of the dorm for the night and when we got inside, she just stripped off her clothes and began undressing me. I was speechless."

"Gee, she never seemed the type, Ed. But that was nice for you. So, you think she'd approve of what we're doing?" she asked as I slowly ran my cock in and out of her.

"Yeah, I think she would. I know that I wouldn't want her to be alone if the situation was reversed. I'd want her to have someone."

"That's sweet. I guess that's how it is when you really love someone. It's how I feel about Jon. If I wasn't here, I'd want him to be happy with someone."

What had started out as a bit nervous and tense had now become relaxed and familiar.

"I'm feeling really good, Ed, I love it nice and slow like this, it lets me get into it and savor it all," she whispered.

I kept going, one advantage of being older is that I long ago lost the 'hair-trigger' on cumming, it now took me quite a bit longer which, right at the moment I was happy for. I think Laura might have been as well.

"I'm...I'm getting close, Ed, oh, it feels so good. Just keep doing like this, it's so good," she said, panting, as I went back and forth. "Oh, uh, UUUH, UUUH, mmm, mmm, oh, Ed, mmm, yes, Jon was right, you were just the right man," she sighed as she lifted her legs up, widening them to move around under me making it feel marvelous.

"Now, you, Ed, I want you to cum," she murmured.

I was close and with her moving around under me like that it was getting me closer and closer.

"Just hold still, Ed," she asked and she continued rotating her pussy on my cock and I just exploded into her, shoving hard, emptying everything I had into this beautiful, sexy woman who was now my lover.

She pulled me to her and kissed me like we'd been lovers for years, then whispered, "Do you think you can stay with me tonight, Ed? Stay in my bed?"

I'm retired so the decision was easy. And, she was beautiful and naked and that also made the decision easy.

We played after our sex, just enjoying one another's bodies, making each other feel good, I never quite got hard enough to have intercourse again that night but I did give her oral sex and her orgasm was pretty good.

We were tired by nine-thirty, and she set the clock for six. Laura did work and she wanted me to stay long enough in the morning to shower with her which, though she didn't realize it, was one of the things I missed most these days.

So, we got up and showered and, as she was getting dressed, I kissed her goodbye and went home to have breakfast and read the day's paper.

At nine, I called my doctor and made an appointment for right after lunch to get a prescription. Yes, I had it filled and now was better prepared.

My phone rang about three and it was Laura.

"I wanted to tell you how lovely it was last night, Ed."

"Oh, thank you, it's me that should be thanking you. And, it was wonderful, simply wonderful. I couldn't be happier, Laura."

"Well, I wanted to call to see if, well, if you'd like to come back over tonight for supper, supper and something nice for after dinner, perhaps. That's how much I enjoyed last night."

"I'm...well, I'm just overwhelmed. I know we had a wonderful time and all but I also know I'm more than twice your age, Laura."

"It was wonderful, Ed, maybe even just right. I wouldn't want another man to stand in for Jon but you. I really thought last night was perfect, really perfect."

"I did too, Laura, and, well, I'd be honored to come have dinner with you and whatever else you wish, I couldn't be happier," I told her in amazement.

"See you at six, then?" she asked and I told her I would be there at six, sharp, and that I'd bring the wine.

As I picked up the two bottles of wine, I also took one of my new prescription pills, hoping that it would give us a second lovemaking this evening, then walked over and knocked on the door.

I could see Laura in the side glass of the door as she walked from the kitchen. She was naked and beautiful as she opened the door, taking care to keep herself behind it as I came inside.

"I dressed just for you, Ed, hope you like it?"

I sat the wine down and took her in my arms and we kissed lustfully as my hands ranged over her back and butt.

I pulled my head back looking down at her breasts pressed against me, telling her, "Oh, Laura, you're just dressed perfectly, what man could want anything else?"

Her hand was between us, her palm rubbing the lump in my pants.

"Well, I know you're not carrying any weapons, but I might just have to strip-search you to make sure," she said grinning as I held my arms out while she took my clothes off, kissing me as she went.

As she pulled my boxers down, she leaned forward to slide her lips over the crown of my cock, gently, succulently rubbing my tip with her wet lips as her eyes looked up at me knowing she was pleasuring me in a spectacular way.

Then, she raised up, leaving my cock wet and aroused, took hold of it and led me back to her bedroom and got up on her hands and knees.

"I've been wanting this all day, Ed. Maybe it's that you're not my husband, but I know sex with you really turns me on. Make me a happy girl," she said as I pushed into her. She was very wet and ready and I began moving slowly back and forth letting our passion rise.

After a few minutes, she turned her head back and said, "Just hold still, let me do it," so I stopped and knelt there behind her while she began rocking back and forth on my cock.

She sure knew what she was doing, it felt marvelous. I could feel her using her pelvic muscles, relaxing them when she backed down taking me deeply, then clenching them when she pulled forward. It was delicious. She could almost pull me up off the bed, it was that good.




Standing In Front of the Mirror



Authors Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Vixen," the alter ego of a model. 

Now I have written different stories about my life; my inner mind and psyche, my experiences and the flaw in my character, my weakness for sex, about how I could have said NO, but I let things happen to me. Perhaps some of you will relate to my real life experiences and sexual desires while some of you will undoubtedly fantasize about them and me.

This is the first story if you wish me to continue, let me know.

I like to paint you the picture … I like to take you to take a look in my large bedroom, its the place where I have these dark thoughts and delicious fantasies in my head, thoughts full of burning passion and lust, delicious depraved thoughts about being a instrument of pleasure. 

Imagine a educated former model, from excellent background, married to a much older gentlemen, (29), 5.10", 112 lbs., 37C-25-35, very sexual orientated, who loves to sleep naked between silk sheets and is sometimes all alone, that's the time my large bed is empty and like to read erotic stories, stories full of burning passion and lust. 

Now, I sit then in front of my computer, only a silk robe, with my legs wide apart and get some very extensive fantasies, sexual fantasies about being involuntary taken, to be honest I dream about being humiliated, being punished for my teasing. I feel my nipples getting hotter and hotter, but I read on, feeling the smoldering fire growing in intensity between my thighs. 

Later I like to pose in the mirror of our bedroom, while the music from 9,5 weeks is playing loud through my bedroom, I am standing on my 6 inch high heels, wearing black silk stockings, black silk fishnet stocking, thong, black silk garters, with my legs spread and slowly I can't resist it but let my silk morning robe slide to the floor, I reach for a black charmeuse scarf and drape it over my neck. I feel the electric tingle in my nipple as the silk brushes. 

As I look at myself, thinking about how turned on our two gardeners would be if they could see me now, I heard them call me a arrogant bitch, a snobbish bitch, my hand starts to play with my nipple through the silk, my breasts are large and firm, my nipples stark brown and very sensitive, it is wild to move on the sound, it is soo erotic, my hips moving in and out and from side to side, it is a sexual dance, raising my arms in the air offering my treasures, increasing the erotic dance. 

I see a slutty whore in the mirror who is shaking her tits, I push my tits up, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, always very slowly, I am stroking my labia, teasing, thinking about how turned on our two gardeners would be if they saw me like that.

I cannot help it but I am already soo wet, I feel sensations, the heat is building between my tights, like always it pushes me to the edge, until I finger-fuck myself to orgasms, the voices I hear telling me roughly what to do, dominating me, calling me dirty names, I am not able to control myself looking at myself like that. 

Writing this makes me also excited, but no one can see me how it makes me squeeze my breasts, feeling and twisting my hard nipples, I feel the pleasure in my pussy, feeling my clitoris swell. I move my fingers downward I part my thighs, sliding my finger down. I love to caress myself, increasing the burning desire, pushing myself to the edge, my fingers running madly across my clit, my eyes tightly closed and I tremble slightly from the dark thoughts I have.

I cannot help I am wet and start touching myself and know my black vibrator which will drive me insane with lust, wishing for a big thick cock for my mouth. I am standing in front of the mirror first I start to lick my fingers and touch my neck, then my big tits, it's exciting, I love to start to play with my boobs, I take some ice cubes, they swell and my nipples get very hard. 

Later I slowly start to move and turn my body while I look at myself, even if I do not want to, I cannot control myself, I feel like such a slut. I love to caress myself, touch and feel while I look at myself and let go, thinking about my fantasies. I cannot help myself but I cannot resist it, unable to stop, I squeeze and twist my nipples, I got to put my hand on my steaming pussy, got to finger myself, I close my eyes, finger my pussy, my whole body is shivering when I feel the massive head of the dildo disappear up into my very center, pussy is throbbing, I love the feeling between my legs, deeper and deeper into me. I twist my nipples and my fingers working and squeezing my clitoris.

I look back in the mirror, they are not my eyes, they are the eyes of another creature that has completely taken over without any remorse as my orgasm explodes and completely envelopes me, consuming me completely.

But do not misunderstand me if you would see me in London, getting out of a limo at the Dorchester Hotel or having a late dinner at Blakes, or you would see me drinking tea at the Ritz in Paris, or perhaps at the Pierre in New York, you would have no idea, mostly I am very cool and reserved, looking very elegant, a women of depth and sophistication, living my high style life. 



Standing in the Doorway



I stand in the doorway and watch as you stretch up to the top shelf for something. You are on your tiptoes and the muscles of your legs are flexing. I follow your smooth skin up your legs, from your ankle to the bend in your knees. 

Your short black skirt barely covers the bottom of your ass. The white tank top is straining to hold in your large breasts. Your hair is flowing across your shoulders, wet from your shower. I can't help slipping my hand into my pants and stroking my dick. 

I slip up behind you and press my hard cock against your ass. I want you to feel how horny I am. Wrapping my arms around your waist, I gently kiss your neck and shoulders, pushing the straps of your tank top over your shoulders. You push back against me, showing your appreciation to the hard cock rubbing up and down the crack of your ass. I reach up with both hands and cup your giant tits. 

I gently caress and rub your nipples through the tank top, all the while kissing and licking your neck and shoulders. You turn around and we kiss, our tongues finding each others. The embrace is intense. Passion and lust-filled moans escape your lips as I continue to massage your breasts. Reaching down, I slip my hand underneath your skirt and realize you aren't wearing any panties. I find your freshly shaved pussy easily. I can feel the heat coming from your inner fire. 

You must really be enjoying the attention because your pussy is dripping down your legs. I want to taste you so bad. You push me back against the counter and start taking your tank top off. Your gorgeous tits are finally exposed to me. I can't help but reach out to touch them, but you playfully smack my hands away. Slipping your thumbs into the waistband, you bend over slightly and slowly slide your skirt down your legs showing me your glorious ass. 

You kick your skirt aside and pull me to you and we kiss again. This kiss is driven with lust, as you stick your tongue into my mouth. I lower my head to your amazing tits and take one of your nipples into my mouth. As I lick and gently pull on your nipple with my teeth, a low moan escapes your lips. You are breathing heavy. 

I move to the other breast and try to put as much of your tit into my mouth. You are running your hands through my hair, pulling me into your chest, and grabbing my head. You start kissing my neck and licking your way to my chest, grabbing my shirt and pulling it off. You attack my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. As you get onto your knees, you slowly kiss your way down my stomach. 

You look up at me with lust filled eyes and a wicked smile on your face as you unhook my pants. In one motion, you pull my pants down. My dick is standing at full attention. You start kissing the base of my dick and pulling my balls into your hot mouth. I lightly caress the sides of your face and moan with anticipation of what is to come next. You slide your tongue up the underside of my dick until you reach the tip. 

Swirling your tongue around the head, you taste the precum that has gathered at the tip. You smack your lips together with a gratifying "Yum!" Finally, you open your mouth and take my hard cock into your mouth. The feeling is amazing. You pull back just to the head and then you dive back down, taking all of me into the back of your throat. You start sucking and twirling your tongue around my dick, making slurping sounds and trying to swallow my entire dick. 

The sensations are too much for any mortal man to handle. I can feel the cum boiling in my balls. I grab the sides of your head as I slide my hard cock into your mouth with lust filled abandon. I can feel the tightening of my balls. My cock expands even more as it prepares to give you a mouthful of hot cum. You sense my excitement and you pull back preparing for my explosion. With one giant thrust forward, I slam my dick into your mouth and explode my hot cum down your throat. You grab my ass to try and hold my dick in your mouth. You swallow all that I have to offer, keeping me in your mouth until the sensations have passed and I have calmed down. 

Standing up and passionately kissing me, I can taste my cum on your lips. I spin you around and lift you up on the counter. You know what I want. You raise your legs up and put your heals on the counter, exposing your wet pussy to me. I drop to my knees and kiss your shaved pussy. Breathing in deep, I can smell your desire. You are dripping juices and I can't wait to taste you. You grab the back of my head and pull me into you. I stick out my tongue and lick you from the bottom of your lips up to the top of your pussy. I take your clit into my mouth and suck on it, flicking my tongue all around your sensitive button. This is driving you crazy. 

You are rocking back and forth, trying to get more of your pussy into my mouth. I reach for your tits with one hand and with the other I put two fingers into your hot pussy. Fucking your cunt with my fingers, I lick and nibble on your clit. The orgasm starts deep within you, and eventually takes over your entire body. Shaking and raising your body off the counter, I'm having a hard time holding onto you as your orgasm hits full force. You cry out and grab my head, pulling me into your pussy. When you have come down from your orgasm you release my head and pull me up for a kiss, mixing the taste of our juices together. 

I can't take it anymore, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my hard dick. You wrap your legs around my waist and wrap your arms around my neck as I pick you up and carry you into the other room. Laying you down on the couch, I take one of your tits into my mouth. You cry out, "Please Fuck Me!". I put the head of my dick at the opening of your tender pussy. The tension is killing you, you are pushing forward trying to get my dick to enter your pussy. Finally, leaning forward, the head of my dick enters your wet pussy. I push all the way in until my dick is buried in you. Screaming "Yes!", your orgasm hits and you start shaking and crying out in passion. 

I continue to feed my dick into your pussy. Your cunt muscles are massaging my dick, trying to get me to cum inside of you. I grab your legs and put your ankles up over my shoulders. Slamming my dick into you, my balls are slapping into your ass. I have your knees pinned next to your ears as I ram my dick into your hot pussy. We are panting and sweating like wild animals. With one huge thrust, I slam my dick into your pussy and shoot my cum into you. 

Your pussy walls are pulling the cum out of me. You explode with another orgasm that turns you speechless. You can't make a sound. Finally, you cry out and let loose with everything that you have left. I put your legs down and collapse on top of you. We are breathing heavy and sweating like animals. I continue to move slowly inside of you. I'm not finished yet. We lay together for a few minutes, caressing and kissing each other. I slowly pull out of you and motion for you to turn around. 

You get on your hands and knees and push your ass up in the air. I position myself behind you and enter your pussy. I am sliding my dick all the way into your wet pussy. I reach around and play with your clit while I'm fucking you doggie style. Playfully, I reach up and grab a handful of hair and give a gentle pull. You seem to love this sign of dominance. I grab both of your shoulders and pull you into me, making my dick slam into your pussy. Another orgasm rockets through your body as you bury your face into the couch cushions. 

After you calm down, I slowly pull out of you. I run back into the kitchen to grab something I saw earlier. I come back into the living room where you are still laying with your ass up in the air. I slid in behind you and stick my dick back in your pussy. It slides in easily because you are so wet. After getting your juices all over my dick, I pull out and place the head of my dick at the entrance to your ass. You purr a naughty little laugh and I thrust forward. My dick slowly slides into your butt. You gasp out loud and then let out a loud moan. 

My dick sinks all the way down to my balls into your ass. I pause for a moment then slowly pull back. Just when I'm about to slip out, I slide my cock back inside. We get a good rhythm going and you are moaning out load. I reach down and grab the cucumber that I got from the kitchen. I rub the cucumber over your pussy as I slam my cock into your ass. When the cucumber is covered with your juices, I slowly insert it into your pussy. You stop thrusting, a little confused because you are being filled completely. 

I get the cucumber all the way inside of you and start moving my dick inside your ass. I get a steady rhythm going and you start to get into it. You are loving having both holes filled to the max. As your orgasm takes you, I feel the vibrations from your pussy and your ass muscles and it sets me off. I slam my dick into your ass and shoot a huge load of cum deep inside you. 

We buck and thrash together like wild animals as our orgasms subside. I reach up and grab your tits as they hang down from your chest. You roll over and pull me on top of you, sticking your tongue deep into my mouth. I know now that we are never going to finish cooking dinner tonight, at least we had our dessert!!!!



Standing In



"Mmm, I kept fingering myself all day at work just thinking about this. I just had to call you, Ed. I hope you don't mind."

I really had to laugh, how could I mind. And now I had the added benefit of the pill I'd taken and could definitely tell the improvement.

"Mind, Laura, oh, dear one, how could I ever mind when you want me in your bed like this," and I leaned down and kissed her back.

"I think you've been wanting this, too, Ed, you really feel hard inside me."

"Well, truthfully, I took one of those pills they always advertise, you know the ones, right?"

"Really. I've always wondered if that stuff worked. You do seem a little harder. Can you tell any difference?"

"Oh, yeah, it makes me hard like I was sixteen again. And, somehow, it makes the feelings stronger, like more alive."

"Wow, that's nice. Maybe I should get some for Jon. Does it let you go for multiple orgasms without getting soft?"

"I'll let you know that later," I grinned as she smiled.

"Mmm, sounds like fun to find out, huh?"

She kept pushing back on me, taking me deeply, then pulling forward, gripping me tightly, almost to the point I'd fall out of her, then, she'd relax and slide back down over me. Oh, it was superb. This is a woman who has thought long and hard about how to give the most with her body and was, obviously, proud of her skill.

Then she groaned and pushed down on me and began twisting her butt around while my cock was deep inside. She let out yelp, then a long, low groan as I felt her vagina tighten around me as she began stabbing herself on my cock over and over until I cummed as well.

She took a few more strokes up and down, then moved off me, turned and pushed me down on the bed kissing me. It took me right back to being a young man when I was just first experiencing sex and all its delights and the girls I was with back then were just as enthusiastic and passionate as I was.

She just gleefully kissed my body from head to toe, then we snuggled and petted for a bit.

"This is nice but I'm hungry, how about you, Ed?"

I had smelled something really good emanating from the kitchen and it turned out to be Laura's manicotti that was one of her specialties. So, we got up and I followed her pretty butt to the kitchen, where I opened the wine and she served up the food.

Dining naked with my next door neighbor was, perhaps, the most pleasant experience of my life. By now, we were quite relaxed with one another and the experience of being with her in such a manner was wonderful.

We had a lovely supper, taking the final glasses of wine back to bed, where we enjoyed it and one another before a peaceful and contented night's sleep in each other's arms.

I was now able to have sex with Laura at least twice each evening we were together, sometimes even three times. And, every morning, when we woke up together, I was quickly able to give her some loving before our shower.

And, what about her husband, Jon?

After about two months, Jon saw me outdoors and came over and told me how happy Laura seemed to be with our arrangement and that if she was happy, he was happy and he gave me a hug and thanked me.

That was three years ago and, yes, I still stand in for Jon when he travels and, well, even sometimes when he's home.

It was his idea, really, that we have a threesome get-together at times when he's home and give Laura all the loving she deserves.

What was the ancient saying? " A bad neighbor is a misfortune, as much as a good one is a great blessing." Oh, how true.

How true.



Standing Invite



WARNING WARNING WARNING

The following story involves people who are all over the age of 18. The events included may disturb you or infuriate you. Don't expect a realistic story. If the events depicted which involve the added story tags could possibly bother you then read no more, please navigate away and find something else to read. Thank you.

There are no participants under the age of 18 anywhere in this story.

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"Give us a kiss, dear boy, Don't be shy now. Pucker up,"

Mom was a bit of a touchy feely person. She also loved to get a kiss, and if it was from me, her son, she was most happy. I gave in and leaned into her face, indeed puckering up. I had my hands full of her juggy big tits and had my fully erect dick up her ass so kissing her was just an additional service, and as it turned out a pleasure and a turn on. I loved to ass fuck Mom. She preferred it. In the position we were currently fucking, her tits naturally fell into my large meat hook hands if spilling over a bit. I was draped over her back, my large erect and throbbing member slammed into the shallow cleft of her buttocks, sluicing through her ass channel. Mom was giving back to me as hard as I was giving it to her. She stood with her long strong legs slightly spread, exposing her naked back and ass to my access. I had begun by licking and kissing her upper thighs and worked my way up and over her delicious butt to kiss her well shaped and finely sculpted back muscles and giving her a nice gentle but firm massage. My attentions settled naturally on her bum. Her ass, her derriere, her rear end, That Upon Which SHE sits. Her shitter, the most curvy of all female parts. The center of my sexual universe.

I remember first noticing my Grade 5 teacher had extra curves in her rear. She wore nice tight clothes that showed off her feminine shapes. I also became aware of her tits, too. She had a nice large shapely pair. I would day dream through class and think about her. She looked quite a bit like my Mom, if you changed her hair color and gave her a face lift. I only realized this much later.

I had gradually shifted from noticing women and having thoughts to honest real photos from girlie magazines. I had stolen a couple from stores and the pictures were much more exciting, all women with tits and asses and cunts on display. I was introduced to the wide world of porn by a buddy who had internet access. The internet was like an always on 24 hour bazaar of dirty pictures and movies. The kinds of things one could see there would have gotten store owners arrested. 

As I, at 18 years of age, had my own internet connection eventually, I became a denizen of certain forums. I found a community of like minded and sharing users, whose main interest came down to older woman younger man anal sex. The women would all give a description and offer pictures of themselves that invariably consisted of big tits, nicely preserved figures, and large shapely asses. These women would tell tales of encounters with young men that lasted through entire weekends and consisted solely of anal sex and its variants.

I was initially hesitant as I had been taught to post carefully. I perused the postings, looking carefully at the images of tits, backs, tummies and most especially, asses. I became fixated on the various shapes and clefts and textures and wondered about the tastes, smells and feel of those various and exotic asses. I tentatively posted an initial question, hoping it didn't make me look too much like a newbie. 

I received several replies, some of which were encouraging, others not so much. I persisted, posting more probing questions and asking for specific pictures from specific posters. Over nearly a year, I developed into a suave and knowledgeable user. I was still untested, though. I had only known my left hand as a sex partner. I resolved, at 18, to lose my virginity. 

I approached a particular favorite of mine, user name of 'mamaB', as regards making a meet. She suggested using a location open to the public and meeting at regular normal hours. We chatted back and forth, gradually taking our explicit talk to new levels. We shared a bit about ourselves and discovered we lived near each other. We agreed to a meeting, just to practice. The location was chosen and being known to us both was acceptable.

I arrived first and settled in. I waited patiently, if sprouting a raging hard on. Here I was, awaiting an older woman who shared an interest in anal sex with me! I sat on tenterhooks watching each woman who walked by. I spotted someone who met the criteria we had set. She was wearing a black dress with a yellow flower on the right side. Her hair was indeed brown and shoulder length. she had a lovely full figure shape. I was more than a bit shocked when she walked right up to me and sat down.

"Hi Mom. Fancy meeting you here" I said. She looked a bit nervous, and surprised. She sat down with me and looked me over, in a very different way. I felt kind of warm as if blushing. Here I was, awaiting an older woman with the prospect of sex and I was sitting down with my mother. I noticed that Mom was dressed exactly the way I was expecting. We chatted a bit and I dropped the question.

"So, are you meeting someone here?" She blushed and swallowed. I said that I was and that she, my Mom, matched what I was expecting. She said that I too, matched what she was expecting, especially as she was awaiting a young man. I thought for a bit then dropped another question.

"So would you know someone who might go by the name of 'mamaB'? We are supposed to meet here tonight." She swallowed again and offered up an answer.

"Billy. I am 'mamaB'. We are supposed to meet here. Are you interested?" I swallowed. This was weird. Here was Mom admitting to being my paramour from the forum. We had discussed very explicit things with each other. Not exactly mother son topics, at least not usually. I took a few moments and thought through what I might do. I then reached out to Mom and took her hand before nodding. I smiled. She smiled and squeezed my hand. I then felt something go between my legs and into my crotch. Mom smiled wider as she saw my surprise.

"I see you are happy to meet me, son. Let's go home. We'll be alone tonight." I sat there, with my Mom's right foot tucked into my package and raising my already stiff staff to an alternate state of hardness. Mom was licking her lips and giving me an eyeful of movement as she shifted around, wiggling her tits under her dress.

"Sure, Mom. I am tired. Let's go home." I got the bill and paid. We left and went home. Mom got in beside me into the car and slid up next to me, reaching her hand into my pants and into my balls. She rolled them around and my raging hard on slipped around under my now very tight pants. Mom leaned in to me and put her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her and realized she really really had the hots on for me. We would fuck and soon. First, I must kiss that very kissable set of lips and gorgeous face.

I dropped my face in towards hers. Our lips sought then touched the others. It was weird. Kissing Mom wasn't like giving her a peck goodnight, it was like there was a red hot woman here who needed attention and was going to get it. She stuck her tongue out and into my mouth. I was taken back by this, at first, but then my virile instincts took over. I took her cheek in my hand and turned her face more into mine. I slipped her the tongue back and we went into full on horny kiss action. We pawed and felt up the other right there in the parking lot. I got my hands under her dress and under her bra. Tits! Real tits! Mom's tits? Mom's tits! Mom's big tits! Mom's big tits with large pointy nipples! My hands on her tits! The heat and softness were surprising as was the slight sweat. Mom was shoving her tongue into my mouth and seemed to be trying to check on my tonsils. Her hand in my pants felt strong and soft and urgent. Her hand was sliding up and down my pole with a most delicate touch. I felt that if she kept it up, I was most likely to go off in her hand, right there and then. I didn't want that so I grabbed her wrist, stopping her motions. She chirped into my mouth at this, I simply said that I might go off. She giggled. Here I was at almost 19, alone with a sexy older woman and on our to way to a sexual tryst! I was so excited!

We continued to paw and caress and stroke the other for a while as we were reasonably hidden. I suggested that we continue on home as we would be more comfortable there and could explore more. We disengaged and proceeded home.

Mom was on me like stink on shit as soon as the front door was closed behind us. Mom was a bit shorter than me at 5 foot 5 but pulled my face down into hers for another lip locked face suck. She had her hand in my pants almost as fast as her tongue went into my mouth. I had to reach down and pull the hem of her dress up and she pulled back and away for a moment as we disrobed the other. Here we were in the entry way and were stripping like two horny teenagers. The clothing flew off and hit the floor. Hands reached out and touched what the eyes now saw. 

I could feel and see Mom's big fucking juicy tits! I dipped my head down and onto those stiffly erect nipples. Mom rolled her chest and pushed her tit into my open, sucking and slobbery mouth. The meaty softness of her chest felt like fire to the gasoline of my lust. She moaned and roughly grabbed my head to pull me onto her tit and to push her nipple into my mouth. She got into it and reached down to grab my wildly waving stalk, all 10 inches of it. She stroked me to and it seemed, beyond full hardness. I reached around Mom and onto her 'back deck' as I called the 'shelf' atop her ass cheeks. I slipped a finger into the crack of her ass, probing for the star fish of her anal opening. I had never gotten this far with any other girl and here I was trying to touch my mother's asshole. She shivered and pushed her back end out as if opening herself up to me. I slowly slid my fingers into her rear end. The strong muscles of her butt cheeks slowed my already slow pace but the heat and slickness of her randy ass allowed me entrance. I probed carefully trying to just touch her most intimate area. Mom dropped a hand back and gripped one cheek pulling it apart from the other. This released my hand and gave me room to start stroking the outer entrance to her ass. I felt her tight knot. I gently put the pad of my finger on top of it. She shivered at this and pushed her rear out even more. I pushed my finger across then down and into the tight spot. Suddenly her opening bloomed open and sucked my finger in past the first knuckle. Mom gasped and dug her face into my collar bone. 

I reached back with my other hand, having dropped her magnificent boob, to pull her other ass cheek apart and to spread her ass open. I suddenly had wide access to her back door. Mom kept her face hidden. I nuzzled her and snuggled her head into the spot. Mom and I stood there in the entry way with our bodies revealed and explored. Mom began to stroke me and pushed me back slightly, pulling my fingers out of her body. She dropped down to her knees between my feet. She did not let go of my stiff staff but kept stroking me. The look of fascination as she did this was truly hot. Here was Mom looking at my rock hard hard on and she was whacking it as well. My Mom was intent on getting me off! Mom slammed her fist up and down me, then slowed, stopped and pulled the tip down to point it at her mouth. She opened and stuck her pink tipped tongue out to sample the sweat and oils of my engorged dick. She slurped, then slobbered up some saliva and spit on my dick. I stood completely still as she bent to her activities. I sensed she was about to swallow me whole, like a fleshly sword swallower. Mom sat on her heels and moved her face into my pork lance and opened to swallow me down. 

I gasped as Mom went down on me. Her tongue and mouth were hot and wet and slurpy. She used her lips, tongue and teeth to stimulate me, not that I needed it. She slurped and swallowed and pulled me deep into her mouth. I realized that dear old Mom had just sucked my entire 10 inches into her mouth and down her throat! She could take more than any girl ever before! Wow! Mom was a blow job artist, for sure.

Mom sucked and slurped and bit lightly on my cock lance and I was in danger of blowing my load in her mouth. I did not want our first fuck to end with a mouthful for her. Later, most certainly, but not right now. I gripped her ears and slowed then stopped her motions. I gently popped out of her mouth and pulled her up to where I could kiss her, which I did. She smiled at me after and then stood up and pulled me into the hallway.

I watched her cute butt as we went down the hallway to the kitchen. Mom stopped and dropped in front of me. She sucked me some more but not as deeply. She then popped me out and pulled me down to get on top of her. I went with the flow. She reached down in between us and positioned my dick at her cuntal opening. We were going to fuck and straight! She shoved with her hips and I slipped into her slick and juicy cunt. The normal man woman actions took over and we fucked. I slapped my hips into her raised ones and we pulled apart. Mom wrapped her lovely strong legs around me and pulled me into her only to relax and fuck up and onto my prong. I fucked down and around and into her cunt. 

I was a bit unsure as to what we should do next. Here was mom underneath me fucking me. I was atop her at her insistence. We were happily fucking and enjoying the sensations of cunt, cock and natural lubricants. We were face to face as well as hip to hip, chest to chest and cock to cunt. Mother and son were as close as it was possible to be. Mom grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, grinding her cunt on my cock. She began to be more insistent and humped wildly against me and began her first journey to orgasm. She pulled my face into her collar bone and wrapped her other hand over my butt. I felt a finger insinuate in between my ass cheeks searching for my asshole. She found it as she grappled her legs about my midsection and ground her cunt hard against me and from her gasping I deduced she was in the throes. Mom gasped and moaned and bellowed and yelled out her climax. I certainly didn't miss it.

She collapsed underneath me, her legs dropping off to either side and finger slipping out. I stopped and pulled out, not wanting to rut in her. We shifted position and lay side by side on the kitchen floor. Mom tousled my hair.

"Well, my son. Are you surprised? Your Mom is a sexual being and I have needs that must be met. Are you up to it, so to speak?"she asked me as she fondled me, variously my still rock hard dick, my bloated balls, my chest and my face. Mom hauled herself up to one elbow and looked over and down at me. Her eyes were wild, with an unfulfilled something in them, a look that was quite new to me. She dropped down and kissed me, lightly then with more passion. I responded, in kind.

She pulled back and got up and pulled me up with her. She took me back down the hall to my room. As we were nude, there was nothing to hide and we went in together, arm in arm. Mom turned to me and put her arms around my neck. She looked up at me and with a very serious look on her face asked me a question.

"I realize that what we have done so far, many have done as well, but we would not have connected like this without a mutual and very specific interest. Do you want to continue? If you are uncertain, say so." I paused, looking down into my mother's beautiful face and eyes. I thought about what we had written to the other in the forum. I thought about how exciting it was to anticipate meeting with an older sexy woman and to anticipate fucking her up the ass. I had not considered that the woman in question might be my mother, but the reality was before me and undeniable. Here I had a woman who was asking to be fucked up the ass. She also happened to be my mother and she had just sucked my cock as well as just fucked me. I thought for at least 2 seconds before answering her.

"Fuck yes. I do so want to do you, Mom. You are right in the forum about young men needing older women. I need you to teach me how to please an older woman. We can help each other. I also find the fact that we are to fuck each other to be an additional and exciting factor. Let's fuck, Mom!"

Mom squealed at this. She jumped a bit and turned away, revealing her naked back and ass to me. I began to fondle her back, rubbing and massaging her muscles. She rolled her back and wiggled her ass as I did this. I took my other hand and placed it on her hip, slowly moving it down and back into her ass crack. I brought my rubbing hand down to help with spreading her ass cheeks wide. I needed to see the little knot of her ass hole. As I spread Mom's ass open to the light. I smelled her aromas. I say aromas as I could clearly make out her cunt, her sweat and her ass smell. The three smells worked on me like nothing I had ever smelled. I was stone horny.

I dropped to my knees as if worshiping Mom's ass. I probably was. Here was the first real live woman's ass in front of me and my hands were spreading her ass open that I might see clearly the center of my sexual universe. The smells gave me a new thought. I dipped my head into the ass before me. I sniffed deeply. I stuck out my tongue, as if returning the favor Mom had given my dick. I slurped up and down the sweaty ass crack. I could taste both the ass flavor and the cunt juices. It was a heady mix, a flavor I loved immediately. I slurped and licked and touched my tongue to Mom's pulsing ass hole. The sigh Mom gave off as I did this was louder than I could have imagined. She shoved her ass onto my probing tongue. I pointed the tip and with Mom's delighted assistance, we achieved some sort of oral anal penetration. Mom gasped and reached back to grind my face into her ass. I loved this!

Mom gasped more and pulled off my face. She dropped down onto her knees in front of me, waving her ass from side to side. I reached out and gripped her hips, trying to slow her waving ass. I was now intent on fucking this round lovely bum. I slipped my throbbing dick into her ass crack and began to slide it up and down there. Mom groaned again and began to join me in this sliding motion. I was rubbing the length of my cock over the top of her anal opening. The sensation was driving me wild and as I could see, Mom too.

Mom began to clench her ass cheeks and got some traction in slowing down my rapidly stroking cock. I pushed harder up and down. She looked back at me over her naked shoulder with a new look in her eyes. I loved it. She was totally horny now and was awaiting her anal penetration. I realized that Mom needed to be ass fucked and that as I was in the right place at the right time was elected to be ass fucker. 

Here I was with my hard dick in position to ass fuck a beautiful older woman who was very willing and in need of young dick up her ass. The fact the woman was my mother made the whole thing just that much more exciting and sexy. Incest was the word for this and it didn't bother me. In fact it made it all better, more sexy, more exciting.

I grabbed my dick lifting it out of my Mom's ass crack. She looked at me as I did this. I merely centered the tip of my cock on the opening between her ass cheeks and gently began to put pressure on her. She moaned once more and rolled her eyes as if in total pleasure. I felt the tip begin to slip into her tightest hole. I looked down and watched my dick slip inside its first asshole. Here was my moment of ass fuck! 

Mom groaned deeply and throatily as if she were in some sort of pain. I sensed she might be but the sensation of my hard rod entering a hot tight and slick asshole were too much to allow me to stop or pull out. I groaned as if my dick was going to be crushed right then and there. I looked down again and saw I was actually up Mom's ass. My dick was firmly and completely embedded in my mother's rear end. I was a pervert fucking my mother anally. It was a thought that gave me the first instantaneous orgasm of my life. I blew my enormous load up Mom's ass, spurting jet after jet into her anal cavity. She seemed to sense what I was doing and came as well.




Standing Invite



We fell forward after our draining climaxes, me still inserted up Mom's ass. We must have fallen asleep right away as we awoke several hours later. My dick has slipped out but otherwise we were still in the same position, me on top and between Mom's ass cheeks. The slight motion of awakening had caused my tumescence to return. I sprang up and began to rut in Mom's ass crack awakening her. I held her in place this time, just by fucking up and down her ass crack. I pulled back and centered on and then entered her ass. I fucked into her holding her down. I rutted, not being aware of her needs only mine. I slammed in and out. I fucked, humped, banged and just plain buggered her. The sensations of my cock in her ass was beyond anything I had yet felt. The power of my throbbing rod sluicing through her back door brought out the orgasm I sought. It was even bigger than before, I blew something that felt bigger than me or her. It was an out of body blast.

I finished and awoke as if I had just had a dream. I was still hard and up Mom's ass, so no dream. Mom threw me off her at this and squatted up. She knelt back down to kiss me and then got up. I watched as she stood and walked away to the wash room. I could see my come dripping out of her ass. It was so hot.

We fell into a semi regular schedule. We would only fuck when Dad was going to be out for an extended period. We would mostly fuck anally as we both preferred the tightness and illicit nature of sodomy. I loved the tight, slick and kinky nature of fucking my mother up the ass. She preferred being buggered, plain and simple, though the younger man element and me being her son added incest which was an extra spice for her. The occasional cunt sessions were usually part of a longer oral anal fuck fest. Variety brings spice with a multitude of interests. I didn't want Mom to get bored with me too soon.

It was an afternoon session. We were fully involved. My 10 inch now 19 year old cock was inserted into her 36 year old ass. We were totally naked as usual, except that today Mom had on her red high heels. Doggy style on my bedroom floor. She had her long brown hair down and was waving it around as I buggered her mercilessly. She rolled her head back and forth which gave me the additional treat of watching her twitching back muscles as we ass fucked. Life was good.

I had both hands on her waving fucking ass. The cheeks felt slightly sweaty, and a bit hot to the touch. I gripped them separating the halves to be able to watch the cock ass interface. I was quite taken by this sight. My cock in my mother's asshole. The joys we had shared like this. Her back muscles glided over each other as she began to whip her long brown hair about. The view of this whipping action was almost as sexy as what we were doing, in my opinion. Her shoulders rolled and the she dropped her head down onto the floor, plopping her lovely big full tits with her movement. I slid a hand up her back on the down slope that she had created. The feeling of her rippling muscles under my hand and the motion of her hips gave my throbbing flesh another tweak. I reached under her chest with the one hand and grabbed the available organ, carefully tweaking her nipple as I did so.

"Son, Billy, dear." Mom mewled at me. She only did this when she wanted something. I waited as she would inevitably come forth. "I need another taste. Pop and give us a suck." I smiled to myself, as I knew Mom wanted a mouth filled with dick. Her oral obsession was second only to the anal one we both shared. 

"Here we go" I said as I stroked deeply in one last time before, literally, popping my cock out of the mature and shapely ass in which it was embedded. Her asshole hung open slightly for a moment before closing slowly and tightly. My dick wobbled as I moved it to her face for inspection. I noticed a slight streak of her shit and shivered slightly at this knowledge. Mom would suck it all inside, ass juice, shit and my own oils. The woman had never refused my dick in any hole or anywhere else either, as her tastes were quite broad. I knee walked up to her face and firmly and gently thrust into her waiting open mouth. I loved all things sexual, but Mom gave the best head. She could and would suck me off with just her lips, tongue and teeth. As we had just begun this session a short while before, I had no intention of dumping come in her mouth just yet. I thrust nicely, as she put it, into her. Her lips gripped the outer skin and held it firmly while the interior flesh slipped past. The sensation of tongue on cock was always something hard to describe in its entirety as the wetness of the saliva and the hardness of the teeth biting down just enough gave delicious thrills to my brain. Mom could also stick her tongue out enough to lick my ball sack if I held still all the way inside. I was wide enough that her mouth could open easily and stay open easily enough for me to enjoy this very intimate contact. Mom liked to give more than she liked to receive so most of our oral sex play was her giving and me receiving. I had no aversion to muff diving. Mom just didn't want it very often. Several minutes of this delicious sex and I realized that I must not over stay my welcome. I would most certainly leave a sperm deposit in the bank of Mom's mouth if we continued so I made a strategic withdrawal ever so reluctantly.

I had been fiddling with the opening between her butt cheeks as she gave me her oral exam. I had such a fixation on her ass that even with a world class BJ, I would always find a way back to her back door. As I slipped myself out of her mouth, I still had a couple of fingers inserted into her rear orifice. I dearly loved the heat, tightness and slickness of her anterior cavity, even if it was just with my fingers. I moved around to be behind her behind. The view, as always was truly awe inspiring and magnificent. Her slick anal opening was clenching and unclenching in time with the short thrusts of her hips. This woman, my mother, wanted to get ass fucked! I stayed steady, not wanting the visual treat before me to disappear or be altered. Pictures or video would be nice. Mom wasn't ready for that yet. I laid my hand s o her ass cheeks and pulled the lovely firm and almost sculpted masses apart to pull the opening into full relief. I ducked my head down and just looked at her most intimate opening up close and personal. Mom pushed back suddenly and right into my face. I loved it! Mom moaned as she then ground her ass in my face. I did what any other ass fixated young man would do, I slipped her the tongue. I stabbed it right up her anal cavity and into the interior of her. I felt the heat, the tightness and the slick almost slimy nature of the contents in a new way this time. I was tasting my Mom's ass right from the source!

The actual taste was a bit bitter, a bit musky or earthy and surprisingly a bit sweet. Not at all unpleasant. Here I am recounting the flavor of my Mom's shit and doing so in a fond well remembered way. As I dug my tongue in deeper so as to extract a bit more of this new thing, she opened up her rectal opening admitting my tongue even deeper. I slurped at the pit of her heavenly ass, savoring her good taste. Mom then seemed to rear back and into my face in a different way. She had dropped her face to the floor and had reached back to grab her own ass cheeks, spreading them widely. The resulting action on her part surprised us both, I think. My probing tongue suddenly touched something different. Mom had pushed a turd out to me! Mommy was going to shit in my mouth, I thought. I flicked at the semi soft object and pulled back out and up. Mom looked over her shoulder at me with her hands pulling her ass cheeks apart and the delightful anal opening winking and looking so hot. She did not seem angry or hurt.

"Too much too soon, my dear?" she asked cheerily. I nodded and reached for my throbbing ass lance. I stroked a bit as I sat back and watched Mom wave her ass about and wink her asshole at me. I concentrated on trying to remember the whole scene before me while stroking myself up to full rat horniness. Mom's wiggling jiggling ass waving about with her hands holding the firm lovely cheeks apart soon became the center of my being.

I whacked as she enticed me. My lust for her rose up and I moved without word or warning. I slid my meat up into her wandering ass crack and began to slip the throbbing monster against the slightly sweaty and saliva sodden patch of flesh. The feeling of her skin on my most intimate part was truly electric. The spark of this contact and the resulting motions of cock on ass freed my hands to roam. I reached up and gripped Mom's shoulders while fucking her ass crack. I was going to blow like this I realized and not wanting to just yet, I stopped cold, cock on ass. Mom looked into my eyes and I dropped my sloppy sodden face into hers. We kissed, not like mother and son, but like rampant and horny lovers. Our tongues met, twined and intertwined raising our lust. I slipped a hand under her chest to roughly grab one of her large soft and warm breasts, tweaking her nipple into a hard point. 

After several minutes of this close contact, I pulled up and off her. I removed my cock from the delicious wet and ever so hot ass crack of my mother. My now wet and a bit cool cock waved and waggled a bit. I settled back a bit and gripped myself, carefully aiming my missile at its intended silo. I moved forward carefully. Her tight sphincter, all slick and juicy looking, was open to me. Mom's hands framed the hairless crack and its equally hairless center. I was very careful not to touch her at any point until my lightly bouncing heavy man meat touched her butt hole with its tip. Mom gasped and thrust back at me. I was expecting this and pulled back. She again looked back at me, but this time with alarm.

"The cock is mine, Mother dear. I decide when the cock enters the ass." I sternly spoke, and then plunged forward as I said "and the time is now!" I slammed my meat home into her available and impatient orifice. The now gasping woman almost tipped forward onto her tummy from the force of my insertion. I gasped too as the horny female clamped her strong ass muscles down and around my long schlong. Mom moved back and forth impaled on me, with more gasps, splutters and yelps of what could only be pleasure.

We enjoyed, from time to time, a bit of role reversal. Here I was being the dominant to her relative submissive. I would at times, slap her or pull her hair but never very hard and most certainly with an apology to follow after conclusion. Mom could and would spank me once in a while. She definitely got off on it, so it was OK by me. Sometimes we would expand the age gap and then play like it was the first time again. Every so often we would play boy friend/girlfriend, which was surprisingly kinky.

As I had assumed dominance this time, Mom began to whimper and moan. Her physical actions did not change, her muscles still gripped, clamped and throbbed around and along my ass invading member. Her timing of muscle activity was perfectly in time with mine. I grabber her hair and roughly pulled her face towards mine. 

"See! I know when the time is right! This is the right time to fuck you up the ass, Mom!" I shouted at her. She kind of giggled. I could not hold onto my seriousness and started to laugh. Mom joined in and we continued on.

I let go of her hair and dropped down onto her back again, feeling the sweet sweat and her essential heat. My fuck strokes changed angle a bit and Mom again moaned out a series of groans, splutters and general well being indicators. I wrapped one large hand around her chest and gripped the large lovely soft swaying tit found there. The nipple responded as usual, by getting nicely pointy. I held her close as the strokes continue in an unhurried fashion. Mother and son, as intimate as it was possible to be in an interaction that was definitely of an adult nature. We would only get together like this when we weren't going to be interrupted. Mother had needs that I could help with and what son doesn't want to help his Mom? The light streamed in and gave us a small light show with the dust particles moving about.

The bedroom door burst open. The figure standing there was her husband and my father! Oh shit! 

I stopped in mid stroke with about half of my cock inside Mom's voluptuous rear. She stopped and looked towards Dad. The man simply stood there, no reaction at all. I was still young, dumb and full of come and had my dick half way inside a hot woman. I tentatively thrust all the way in, then stopped. Mom simply waited, and had stopped her enticing anal massage of my cock. She held her look at her husband and said nor did anything that I could detect. Dad took a step inside the room, then stopped. He was waiting for something. I slowly but surely pulled my cock all the way out of Mom's sweet tight ass except for the bulbous tip. I held steady at this point, exhibiting some control over my lust and the length of my cock. Dad strode over beside us and sank down to his knees. His eyes were focused on the point at which Mom's and my bodies met. He could clearly see my dick firmly inserted into his wife's ass! I found this quite stimulating if weird. I waited a moment and then thrust back in with a slow strong stroke, fully inserting myself up Mom's ass. Dad whimpered a bit as I did so but Mom, still looking directly at him spoke.

"See. I told you it was possible. I told you it would feel good. Billy, go ahead and fuck my ass." I was taken aback at this but then like a good son resumed our fuck session. Dad sat back on his heels as his wife and son proceeded to give a sex lesson.

As I had sat back and up a bit during the interruption, I reached forward and grabbed Mom's hair again, pulling it a bit hard. She yelled a bit at this but only pushed her head back, not trying to pull away from me. I reached forward with the other hand and gripped a shoulder. I pulled Mom back and up as we continued our sex act. I lifted her head up and onto my shoulder and turned my face into hers. We locked lips at this point and went into a full on and not very mother son kiss. I was hammering her ass as my lust for her rose. She was gasping, slurping and slobbering into my mouth at my forceful attentions. I felt my gorge rise and after releasing her hair, pushed her face down on the floor. My rapidly rising come was going to go up her ass as Dad watched us. I grabbed her hips as I humped, banged and generally fucked my mother up the ass. The thrill of doing it with this particular audience was truly overwhelming.

I slammed into Mom's ass one final time as I yelled out my joy at the act of climax. I held myself deep in her body as my balls emptied into her. Mom began screaming at about this time, but I was a bit preoccupied so kind of missed exactly what she was going on about. Dad merely sat there beside us, watching. Looking over at Dad as my orgasm subsided, I formed a new thought.

"Dad, Mom is such a treat. A real woman who knows what she wants and goes and gets it! You gotta try this." I finished my time in Mom's ass in the usual way, by stroking my cock to and fro in her sloppy come filled ass channel several more times. I then began to pull out but Dad, moving quickly, knocked me out of the way. I was a bit stunned by this as I hit my head on the floor.

I recovered and rolled up to crouch on my feet. Dad was behind Mom, just looking at her ass. He had his hands on her cheeks, spreading them wide. He sat as if transfixed by it. I waited, unsure as to what to do. Dad moved, again quickly and in a surprising way. He dipped his face down into his wife's rear end. I could clearly hear his sniff as he took in a lung full of Mom's scent. Dad then stuck his face right into the crack of Mom's ass. I sat stunned by this. 'What the fuck is going on here?' I thought to myself , not voicing it.

Dad kept his face in Mom's ass for a while. Mom started to move now and she pushed her rear against her husband's face. Dad, I could hear, was slurping at Mom's juicy and by now drooling asshole! Dad was licking up my come from Mom's fucked ass! 'Wow!' I thought, 'how intense and kinky is that!'

Dad sucked and slurped away at Mom for some time and then just as suddenly as before he sat up and pushed Mom forward and onto her tummy. Once again he spread her ass cheeks and just looked at the sight of her open, fucked and leaking asshole. I had seen it several times before like that and was always struck by how amazing it was. Dad freed his reasonably impressive tool and as it was hard, began to rub some saliva into it. I felt my own libido regain some if its strength and reached for my own staff. Dad had released one hand to start his own whanger but was still intensely staring at Mom's ass. I felt life return my now semi hard cock. I stroked slowly watching Mom and Dad. Dad had his member to what looked like full attention, stroking the length of it with three fingers. His eyes were fixed on Mom's leaky and slightly streaked anal area. His pace picked up the longer he stared. Mine was almost back to full hardness in record time. I was stroking quicker too as I watched the mature couple's odd antics. 

Dad stuffed his face into Mom's ass. His whacking hand began to fly up and down his very erect and almost purple rod. I could hear slurping and slobbering sounds emanating from the junction of ass and face. Mom began to roll her hips a bit and to make vocal her enjoyment at her husband's oral attentions. I was quite surprised at how hot it was to watch these two have weird sex. Dad suddenly stopped sucking Mom's ass and popped up and onto his wife's naked back. He wiggled about a bit as he began to insert his dick up and into the prone and available woman. Mom reached back and pulled at her ass cheeks, separating them once again.

"Fuck me! Fuck me husband. Fuck my ass like I want you to." she suddenly shouted. Mom had been quite specific with me as to what it was she wanted and when she wanted it so this didn't surprise me. Dad stopped. He looked down at the back of her head and spoke.

"OK. I will. Remember you asked for it."

He then reared back a bit and after adjusting his prick, thrust forward and into the prostate woman underneath him. She screamed. He groaned. She moaned and fucked back and up at him. Dad stopped again and pushed down at her hips.

"Don't do that. I will fuck you, not you fuck me. I am to be the ass fucker you have always wanted, now lie there and take it." His speech stopped Mom's movements. She dropped her hips down to the floor and lay still. Dad began to thrust into her again. His strokes were measured and even. Mom had not said anything nor made any noise since his words. She appeared to just lie there and take it. Dad hovered over her back and slowly began to pick up speed. His long slow measured strokes became much quicker and shallower. His breathing became raspy and he also began to talk to Mom.

"Fuck yeah! This is great. I should have done this years ago, darling. I love how tight your back hole is. I love how hot you are inside. The slickness of you on my cock will give a load too soon. Fuck! Bitch, take this dick and all in it. Up your ASS!" With those words Dad dumped a huge load of come into Mom's undoubtedly clasping gripping and clamping asshole. I could see Mom's face as this occurred and she simply smiled and moaned as she was used as a come dumpster. I whacked away at the sight of the hot twosome. 

Dad finished in Mom and pulled out his limp dick. Mine was at full go and in need of blasting off. I looked at Mom again and our eyes met. She shyly nodded. I waited till Dad had gotten off of her and then took up a position behind Mom. I lifted her hips up off the floor and spread her legs. I watched, whacking, as her ass dripped out come. The sight was too hot to be believed. My now throbbing rod insisted it be dealt with. I moved to accommodate it.




Standing Invite



I got up on my knees behind Mom's come dripping ass. I slid my man monster up and into the juicy crack of her ass. The feel of the juices there on my cock as I slid up and down her intimate rear end would cause me to blow and soon if I persisted. I had no other intention in mind but to dump my load into the same chasm as before, her asshole. I slid back and out a bit. I got a good grip on my now slick and kind of slimy ass fucking tool and centered the tip on the hole we all loved. I pushed in as soon as I felt her flesh. My insertion was quick and mutually pleasurable. I loved bunghole banging. I would rather fuck assholes than cunts. Mom's was tight, slick and hot. Dad sat and watched as we fucked away. I slid to and fro in my mother's back passage, enjoying how perfect it was. Dad began to finger his cock as Mom and I began to really get into it. I slowed and lengthened my strokes, really trying to go as deep into Mom as I could. Mom fucked back and seemed to be trying to pull her ass cheeks apart to admit me even deeper. We grunted and groaned as one. Dad's handiwork caused him to regain his hard on as he watched wife and son ass fuck on the bed room floor.

I loved watching Mom approach the throes of orgasm. She would wiggle her fucking ass and wiggle her big tits back and forth slapping them together audibly. Her backwards thrusts became stronger and deeper. I would watch her ass cheeks slam into my lower abdomen. My cock would spend very little time outside her body as her pace picked up. I would grunt, groan and moan as we continued to mesh ass and cock. My thrusts would be impeded a bit as Mom would clamp and grip my assfucking tool as it was forced into her. She would voice her pleasure and indicate that I should continue.

"Fuck I love your dick, Billy! Shove it up my fucking ass, you incestuous motherfucker. Fuck your own mother up the ass boy. Bang that shitter. Hump Mommy's heiny! Fuck me in the ASS boy! Fucking coming!!" came courtesy Mom's vocal chords. I loved the way such lewd filth would spill out of her mouth when she really truly hit the big one. Mom was anything but subtle during sex.

I continued on as I had recently come and didn't really want this odd session to end. I say odd as Dad was present and participating. As we continued with our incestuous ass fuck, Dad moved over to Mom's face. He got down with her and offered her his puckered mouth to kiss. Mom chirped at this. She enthusiastically engaged Dad's offered kisser. They went into full on necking mode. Weird. Here I was with my rampantly thrusting dick sluicing in and out of Mom's open asshole as my parents were proceeding to neck. Dad slipped a hand under Mom's chest to grab a hanging piece of meat. He pushed, prodded and squeezed the tit meat in his hand while sliding his tongue down the horny fucking woman's throat. He kissed her and after a while dropped the heavy breast to let it sway and slap against the other one and without missing a beat he kept kissing her and slid down alongside Mom. In the new position Dad used his free hand to reach down between the ass fucking woman's legs to her cunt. I could feel when he inserted his finger, then fingers then fist into Mom. She must have been so very wet for him to be able to do that I remember thinking. 

I was in hog heaven. I had a nice big throbbing hard on up a beautiful woman's ass. I was also fucking my mother and up the ass. Her husband was kissing her in a way that turned her on more than I had ever seen. He also had his fingers in her cunt, then his whole hand. She was so turned on by what was happening to her that she might well come from just another touch. I reached out and gripped her shoulders, pulling her up a bit. I slammed home all the way in her shit pit. She was still lip locked with Dad and spurted some spit into his mouth as she came. She came and I could feel the strong muscles of her ass clamping hard down onto my ass invading prick. Her snorts and splutters into her husband's mouth really turned my crank and I began my own journey to orgasm. I blew my load up her ass when I realized I wanted to kiss her while ass fucking her. The thought and the orgasm came together simultaneously or near enough.

I plopped across her back after I finished. She shook me off and disengaged from my slowly wilting manhood. mom and Dad rolled together and embraced and kissed, looking deep into the others' eyes. I lay there spent for a time, with the sounds of their cooing and cuddling in my ears. I rolled off my back and alongside them. Mom reached out to me. I cuddled in. Dad reached over and patted my arm. They both smiled at me. The togetherness I felt at that moment has never left me.

We stayed there on the floor for about an hour just holding each other. Nothing was said and nothing needed to be said. We were completely at peace with each other, naked and open. Once we split the sense of what had happened stayed with us. We rarely talked about it but we also repeated certain things in a very weird family way. Mom and I would often fuck each other. Dad was always told about it and as we had a standing invitation for him to join in. He would from time to time but that is for another story.



Standing 'O'



She comes over after rehearsal for a drink or two around the kitchen island. You've been talking with her for the last couple of months about our sex life- it's been no secret that there was something powerfully sexual that brought us together, but most of our colleagues, although curious, just won't ask about it. But the two of you have been friends for a very long time and she's always been both inquisitive and supportive. You've been keeping me apprised of the nature of your talks, and I'm well aware of how over the past few months you've moved from generalities to specifics- you've told her about being bound & restrained, submitting to my will for my pleasure, being used- facefucked, railed, spanked- about fucking me with your strap-on, about using porn, sex in public places, all of it. She's been more and more enraptured by your tales, as though you were some kind of sexual Sheherezade. It's obvious from when you two walk in the door that she's full of sexual tension. She's dressed sexily- provocatively, even- in a tube top and miniskirt, with spike heels. We gather in the kitchen and pour shots. She wastes no time, just turns to you and says, "So...we haven't caught up in a few days. Have I missed anything?"

You and I exchange a glance. You calmly face her and reply, "Well...not exactly. We haven't done anything unusual or new for us, just revisited some old ground for our enjoyment."

"Like what?" she asks as she knocks back a shot.

"Last night, he cuffed my wrists to the bedframe and used me." You glance at me- I can see your cheeks flushing. I feel myself starting to swell.

"Like...how? How did he use you?" she asks. She's looking at you but shyly trying to steal glances at me. I wait for you to respond.

"Well...he ran his hands over every inch of my body. He kissed me like a hungry teenager, then went down on me. He made me cum, then forced his hard cock in my mouth and fucked my face for a few minutes. He went down on me again, brought me to the edge of orgasm, then folded my legs over his shoulders and fucked me hard and deep until I felt his cock explode inside me." She's looking you directly in the eyes as you say this, and I can see her upper chest redden with excitement. She looks like she's forgotten to breathe. You look back at her calmly and drink your shot. I'm standing across the island from the two of you as I feel my swollen cock harden in an instant.

"Wow," she says. She swallows, then looks at me. I gaze steadily back at her until she lowers her eyes, then looks back up at you. "So..." she looks toward me. "You're okay with her telling me all this?"

"Sure," I reply. "Really, we feel no need to be coy about our sex life. We don't go around advertising it, but we'll always answer if asked." She nods, then turns back to you. 

"Before, you told me that the two of you have fantasized about being watched by someone in the same room. Is that...still something you fantasize about?"

You glance at me quickly, unable to entirely conceal your involuntary grin. "Yes, we do," you respond.

"Well," she says, "I mean...I wouldn't mind...helping you guys act that out, I guess." She stammers a little and her face flushes bright red with embarrassment. We catch each other's eyes- I can see that your excitement matches mine. I swiftly move around the island and catch you by the waist as I lean in to kiss you. We quickly start making out and I hear her gasp from three feet away. I pull away from you and look at her.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes," she responds. "It's just- wow. You guys are intense. I didn't expect that." We both give her a questioning look. She gives a tiny nod and we turn back toward each other and kiss, hard. I keep my left arm circled around your waist as I reach my right hand up toward your tits and grab. You let out a whimper through your upturned mouth as you grab my ass with both hands and pull my body into yours. We are so focused on grabbing a hold of each other that we almost lose our balance and fall over. I break the kiss and look at her.

"Maybe we should move to the couch," I say. I see you nod out of the corner of my eye. She doesn't respond, just walks into the living room. We grin at each other, then follow her. She sits on the hearth as we tumble onto the couch. In a second I am on top of you, my hands roaming over your body, devouring your mouth with mine. You hungrily, greedily grab at my cock through my pants. You can feel my need as I feel your heat. I half stand by the side of the couch and remove my shirt as you unbutton my fly and push my pants down to my knees. I hear her gasp from behind me.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a tattoo there! And wow, your ass looks as good as I always thought it would through your jeans." I look over my shoulder at her and smile. You have one hand on my throbbing cock and the other on my hip. You push me around so that she can see all of me. We watch her as her mouth makes a perfect "O" of surprise. "My God! You're...wow. Your cock is perfect. Oh my." She says. She actually licks her lips as she stares at me, then quickly looks away and mumbles some sort of apology to you. You laugh.

"I think I've said something like that," you say. "I actually feel like more women should get a chance to have this perfect cock. It's not just the shape and size- it's that he knows how to use it!" You feel me harden even more when you say this and give my cock a squeeze. A drop of precum oozes out of the tip and without warning you lean over and take me in your mouth. She and I gasp at the same time as you inhale my entire length. The sight of you sucking my cock as she sits a couple of feet away, watching intently, is amazing. I feel like I am the hardest I've ever been and I know that incredibly, there's more to come. You pull back from my cock and look at me. "Is that good, baby?" you ask. I nod.

"Yes. But- we need to get you out of your clothes," I say. "Stand up."

You do. I pull your top off, then quickly undo your pants and strip you in two motions. I step out of my clothes, then present the two of us to her. She's obviously fascinated by both of our bodies- I know she's seen you naked plenty of times, but never in a sexualized context. "Go ahead," I say. "Look all you want." She nods. I can see her upper lip actually trembling. 

"Can I...touch?" she asks. You and I have talked about this before, plenty of times, so we both know exactly what our boundaries are. 

"Sure," I say. "Do you want us to touch back?"

She hesitates, thinking. "Umm, no," she says. "I mean, I do- this is so sexy. My God, I'm already turned on like I can't believe. But...I don't think that would be right. I mean, I know having someone touch you is part of your fantasy, right? So...just let me do that." We nod. I step closer to her, my cock now inches from her face. She reaches out with her hand and grabs the base of my cock. I can't help but grunt as my cock twitches in her hand. She inhales sharply. I can feel her exhale on my cock as you step up beside me. She sees you move and looks your way. She tentatively reaches out with her other hand and grabs your tit. She squeezes a little as your arch your back and sigh. Abruptly she lets go of both of us and leans back.

"Okay," she says. "That was...nice. Wow. But maybe you two should do a little more with each other?"

We look at each other, grin, and tumble back on the couch like honeymooners. We make out with abandon as our hands roam all over. You stroke my cock as I rub your clit and occasionally finger-fuck you. We are both naturally loud, but we seem to kick it up a notch because of our audience. Every few seconds I glance at her and I see her getting obviously aroused. Her nipples harden under her tube top, her legs spread, and she keeps absent-mindedly rubbing her tits. I realize I can see her trimmed pussy peeking out through her thong under her miniskirt. I see you looking at her too and I swear you get wetter every time you do. I can't take the tension anymore and before I can even think of doing anything else I slip my hard, throbbing cock into your tight, swollen pussy. You arch your back and simultaneously shudder and moan. We both sense her shift beside us.

"Wait- did you two already start fucking?" she asks.I look at her and nod.

"Oh! I thought, you know, you would do some other stuff."

I smile at her, my mind racing. Before I can say anything, you pipe up from beneath me. "What would you like to see?"

She blushes again. "Well...you've talked about face-fucking. I mean, if you feel like it," she says.

I stop my motion and look you in the eyes as I pull myself out of your hot little cunny. I stand up beside the couch, my cock glistening with your juices for all of us to see.

"Oh, I feel like it," I say. I pull you up off the couch and then put you on your knees in front of me, positioned so that we are sideways to her. I grab your hands and put them behind your back, then step forward so that my cock is resting against your cheek. You look at me the whole time, never taking your eyes off mine. I grab my cock and position myself at your mouth, then look at her.

"You have to understand- this might be a little rough. But we are totally consensual here. We have safe words and signals. We actually both get off on this, though- it's not just me."

She looks steadily back at me and nods. "I know," she says. "I completely understand. Completely."

I smile again, then look back down at you. I force my cock into your waiting mouth, then begin to thrust as I hold your head. You start to whimper from deep within your throat. I am almost overcome by the sensation- the sight, the feel, the sound. I thrust harder, more quickly. You begin to slobber over my cock. I can feel you fighting your reflexes, trying to take me in. I thrust a little shallower but pick up the tempo. I continue for only a couple of minutes and then stop, because I don't want to cum just yet. I pull out of your mouth and look over at her. She has bunched up her skirt around her hips and is touching herself through her panties. She looks back at me unashamedly. "God, that was so hot," she says. I see you turn your head to look at her. We breathlessly take in the scene until you break the silence.

"Why don't you just take it all off?" 

She looks from me to you, holds your gaze for a second, then nods her head. She lifts her ass off the floor and slides off her panties and skirt in one smooth motion. Her pussy looks inviting- moist, swollen, trimmed. She holds my gaze as she lets her finger slide down to her clit. "Go on," she sighs. "Don't stop."

I reach down and roughly pull you to your feet. I turn you over the couch and force your head down into the cushions, displaying your ass to her still sitting on the hearth. I knead and caress your ass, then give you a swift spank. She moans at the same time as you yelp. I stand behind you, then look over my shoulder at her. "I'm going to fuck her hard," I say. "You might want to come over here if you want to see."

She kicks off her heels and scrambles to her feet, standing just off to our right and leaning on the couch. She's still wearing the tube top, and the sight of her hungrily playing with her pussy as she leans against the couch is one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. I grab the base of my cock and display myself to her. She looks at me and gulps.

"Want to help me put it in?" I ask. She nods and reaches across your back. My cock spasms as she grasps the base. She can't resist and gives my slick cock a few strokes before she guides the head to your swollen slit. I feel the head of my cock part your lips and can't stop myself from thrusting full force inside you. She withdraws her hand as you gasp. I begin fucking you hard, feeling you tense up with every stroke. I can feel myself growling from deep in the back of my throat as you try to drown your whimpers in the couch cushions. I look over at her. She is leaned back against the arm of the couch, propping herself up with one hand and watching us while her other hand is busy on her pussy, rubbing her clit and fingering herself.

"God, this is so hot," she sighs.

I am enjoying fucking you. Taking my time to pull almost all the way out and then plunging hard back in to your pussy. My cock is glistening with your juices. You've rarely been so wet. I can feel your girl cum spreading all over both of us as I fuck you. The scent of our sex hangs in the air, intoxicating the very atmosphere. I glance over at her watching us. She is gazing transfixed at the sight of my cock ravaging your pussy. Her hand is working furiously on her own pussy and I can see the wetness on her fingers. I become aware of the sound of her masturbating- not just her own grunts and moans, but the sound of her fingers deep within the wet folds of her pussy. She looks at me and we hold eye contact while she starts working faster on herself. I notice her eyes dilate and she starts thrusting her hips against her hand.

"Are you about to cum?" I ask.

She nods and takes a sharp breath. I plunge all the way into you, grab your hips and pull you into me. I reach down with one hand, grab your hair, and pull you up so you can see her. She suddenly stiffens and looks toward the ceiling.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" she moans. "Oh God! Fuck fuck fuck!" Her hips buck out from under her and her whole body clenches in orgasm. The look on her face is pure bliss. Her hand continues almost of its own accord for another fifteen or twenty seconds, then she slumps against the couch.

"Wow. My God. I haven't cum that hard in a while," she says.

"Are you finished?" I ask.

"Well...I've never had multiple orgasms," she says. "But...I'm still so turned on. The energy between the two of you is amazing- so intense. I mean, don't stop. Keep going."

I nod. "Maybe we should move to the bed," I say. We both gasp as I pull out of you. I reach out and take her hand, help her off the couch. You lead the way as we head upstairs. I can see the smile on your face and wonder briefly what you're thinking.

When we get to the bed, you waste no time in climbing up and laying on your back. "I still need to get fucked hard," you say. You look over at her. "You're welcome to get on the bed to get a closer look. Feel free to touch anything or anywhere you want."

She hesitates for the briefest moment before climbing on to the bed next to you. I'm kneeling at your knees and I'm almost overcome by the sight of the two of you lying in bed looking up at me. My cock is rock hard and jutting out from my body. I reach down and stroke my cock while glancing alternately between the two pussies laid open for me on the bed. I scoot up a bit and place the swollen head of my cock at your pussy lips again. I notice that your leg is now entwined with hers as you shift to accommodate me. As I enter you again, my leg moves back and all three of us are touching. We settle into a rhythm as your place both your hands on my upper arms. "Oh God...your cock," you moan. I shift my weight to be on one hand so I can hold one of your tits with my other. I look over at her and indicate your other boob. She reaches out tentatively, then takes a firm hold. Your half-open eyes fly all the way open in surprise and you start to moan as we handle your tits, kneading and squeezing. I start to pinch and roll your nipple and she does the same. I lean over and take you in my mouth, and a second later I hear and feel her beside me. The sensation seems to overload you, as your body stiffens and you start to emit short little moans. I look up briefly at your face and realize that you are about to cum. I re-double my efforts and suddenly you start to spasm beneath me. I feel your cunt begin to contract on my cock, milking me. I thrust hard and hold, willing myself not to cum. She and I continue on your tits until your orgasm subsides, then we break our mouths off of your nipples. Our faces are maybe an inch apart, and we instinctively kiss. She is open and ready for me, more than willing. She is almost as intense as you, but it's clear that she's in unfamiliar territory. I break off the kiss and scuttle to a more upright position, pulling out of you at the same time. She lays back and puts her head next to yours and the two of you simultaneously sigh contentedly.

You speak first. "That's new. I hardly ever come vaginally."

I grin. "You had some help," I say.

You and her both smile, then you look down at my cock. "Ooh baby, you haven't cum yet!"

I nod. "No. Not yet. Saving it."

"Why not?" you ask. "You normally cum two or three times when we make love!"

When she hears this she gasps in surprise. "What?"

"It's true," I say. "I have a shorter refactory period than most guys, plus I usually stay hard for a quite a while after cumming. But...I want to stretch this out." I reach down and start stroking my cock again. I notice that your hand is still at work on your pussy.

She is looking at me in surprise. "So...you can literally make love for over an hour?"

You and I almost laugh. You answer first. "Yes. We usually take at least 45 minutes, but it's not uncommon to take twice that time. And usually twice a day. I've almost been late to work a few times because of it!"

"Oh my God," she says. "That is so hot!" Then she notices that we are still playing with ourselves. "Wow. You guys are turning me on so much! Do you mind if I...?"

"Of course!" I say. "We're going to fuck some more."

She looks directly in my face and blushes. "Um. Could you...I mean, is it ok if...?" she can't fully form the question, but you and I both know what she wants. You look over at her, lay your hand on her face and look in to her eyes.

"Do you want to get fucked by that magnificent cock?" you ask her.

She inhales sharply and nods. "Yes," she says. "Is that okay?"

You smile and nod. "Oh yes. There's nothing hotter than watching another woman's face at the moment he penetrates her," you say. "It's very okay!"

She sighs and looks up at me. She shifts her hips and opens her legs as I slide over on the bed. You reach over, grab my cock, and rub it all over her slit. Every motion feels amazing, but when you position my cock head at her opening I can't wait. I resist the urge to just plunge in and instead slowly ease in to her. Her eyes open in surprise. She exhales breathlessly.

"Ohhhh!" She is looking right at me. I ease my cock into her pussy. She accommodates me bit by bit. I can feel the physical effort of her adjusting to my size. The look on her face is an amazing mixture of pain and ecstasy. After what seems like five minutes I am fully inside her. I look into her eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you now, " I say. She nods. I begin to fuck in and out of her. You begin playing with my balls and holding my shaft as we set a rhythm. Every thrust brings the same look to her face and she is speechless, holding her breath. After a few moments she starts to buck back against me, trying to take more of me inside her. I feel your hand sneak around the front of my cock and begin to rub on her clit. She starts moaning and talking.

"Oh God yes! Play with my clit! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my little pussy! Oh God right there right there right there don't stop!"

I can't help myself and feel the animalistic groans begin to start again in my throat. I begin fucking her hard, the way you like it. I pull her legs up and drape them over my shoulders. You lie next to her and play with her clit while I fuck her pussy fast and hard. In no time at all she starts to cum again.

"OhmyGod OhmyGod OhmyGod I'm cumminnnnng!" Her body spasms against me and her head thrashes from side to side as her orgasm wracks her. She bucks so hard against me that she pushes me completely out. You continue working on her clit for the entire duration of her orgasm and a few seconds afterward. When the feeling subsides, she lets out a deep breath and softly whispers, "fuck!" I lean back and look at the two of you, stroking my slick cock. I notice that you've still got one hand on your own clit, working furiously. You lock your eyes on my cock as your next orgasm overtakes you. I hear your breathing stagger and watch your body alternately tense and relax as wave after wave washes over you. I'm turned on beyond belief, but know what I want. After your orgasm, I hold your gaze.




Standing on My Aunt



I had the craziest experience last night. I'm 33, and I was visiting my girlfriend's aunt last night (hereinafter, my aunt) to help her out with some computer problems. She's about fifty, in amazing shape, still quite attractive despite some graying, and she lifts weights every other night (also runs marathons). This was just an ordinary visit until she asked me to help her replace a light bulb in her ceiling fan. I went to go and get a chair to stand on, but she stopped me and said, "No, come here. You can stand on my shoulders. I want to see how heavy you are." My aunt is really spontaneous and; she'll sometimes show up right at my door to ask if I'm up for a run. I felt a little awkward about it, because standing on women is a real turn on for me, but I nodded and said, "You're crazy, Gloria!"

"Yeah, yeah. Just get up." She got down on one knee, and knelt by the wall so I could put a hand out for balance. "First foot here," she said, patting her bare thigh. I was already barefoot, so I stepped down on her thigh with my left foot and then quickly shot my right foot onto her right shoulder, putting my hands on her head for balance until I could get my feet onto both her shoulders. Her thigh was rock solid under my foot, and when I put my hands on her head, she didn't budge at all. Her husband Dan came out and smirked at me: "Geez, Glo, look how big his feet are!"

"Don't I know it," she said. I could tell she was smiling as she said it. I carefully picked my foot up off her thigh and set it squarely on her left shoulder. (I'm six feet and 170, by the way). I had my feet on her shoulders very snug to her neck, and at first before I had my balance I was mostly on my heels. I heard her grunt just a little, then got her rounded shoulders under my the balls of my feet. She was only wearing a stingy tank top, so we were skin on skin. She passed me up a light bulb and I while I was replacing it, Dan sat there watching and shaking his head. Gloria was like a warm rock under my feet, and she is so well muscled that I only slightly felt her collar bone under the balls of my feet. "How are you doing, Gloria?" I asked, most of the way finished. 

"Just fine, this is fun."

This was getting incredibly hot, and I kept looking down at my size twelve feet pressing down on her pretty, freckled shoulders. It was only more intense for the fact that I was standing on Gloria right in front of her husband. I decided to try to drag it out. "Can you hang on Gloria? I've got it in wrong."

"Yeah, sure. I've hung on this far... " She said, her voice still very playful. 

"How does it smell down there, Hon?" Dan joked.

"It's fine. He's a Virgo, so I'm sure his feet are as clean as the rest of him." she said.

As fun and easygoing as my aunt is, it took me a little nerving up to try something bolder. I moved my feet forward on her shoulders, making her put up with my heels digging into her again. As I did this (hoping she'd assume I was having so much trouble with the bulb that I didn't know what I was doing), I squeezed my ankles against both sides of her neck (she has killer trapezius muscles) and managed to hug the sides of her face along her jawline with the arches of my feet. I remember how warm her skin felt against my feet and my big toes (which were almost gripping the corners of her mouth). I kept tinkering, and then I heard Dan laugh. He came over and knelt down in front of Gloria. "Holy shit, how does that feel?" he asked. 

"It's okay," she whispered, her voice strained. "Can you move some weight off your heels?" she asked me.

"Wow, he's really giving you a good close look at those flippers, eh, Hon?" Seeing Dan watching as I gripped his wife's beautiful face with my toes was too much. It was also such a turn on that she wasn't at all bothered by having my feet stuck right in her face, and hadn't even mentioned it. I was getting way too turned on, so I moved my feet back on her shoulders a little and got ready to get down.

"Sorry, Gloria. That better?" She grunted a yes. "Almost there." I eased my weight onto one of her shoulders while dropping my other foot back onto her thigh and taking her head in my hands again. Then I was down. 

"Well, Hon, there was a minute there where it looked like you were about to kiss his feet," Dan teased.

I joined in, putting the sole of my foot in front of Gloria's face. My aunt is so calm and laid back, you have to try pretty hard to get a rise out of her.

Then she snatched my foot and pulled me forward, making me hop on one foot towards her, and before I could get my balance, she slithered her tongue between my toes really hard while pulling me down to the floor. I started laughing so hard that I couldn't stop her or wrench my foot back, and she just drove her tongue between my toes again. I finally wrestled my foot back and then my aunt put her knee down on my chest and grinned at me "Still want me to kiss your foot?"

"No! I give! I give!" I yelled." Then my aunt got up and ran over to Dan and tried to kiss him.

"Come on, Hon, give me a big kiss!" Dan turned away and walked back into the Den, shaking his head. "That'll teach the both of you to get on my case," she said, smirking at me as I wiped her saliva off of my toes with a paper towel.

This was such a shocking experience that it actually turned me off (or rather switched me off), but within an hour of getting home, I was immensely turned on by it. I guess some things aren't hot until they can be savoured in safety. The best thing is that with this kind of chumminess with my aunt, who knows what I can get way with in the future.



Standing Ovation



I wanted to lay my head down on the table and go to sleep. It was morning. I knew because the sun had come up. I guess that meant it was also tomorrow. I had been at work since yesterday. No one had told me that I had to work all night, but the prototype boards had come in yesterday. The boards needed to be working so we would have something to demo at the Comdex trade show in two weeks. If we went to Comdex with out boards, we probably wouldn't be able to raise any more funding. Without funding we would all be unemployed.

I worked for a little startup company in North Carolina. The thing about startups is that they consume your life. You work insane hours. You might get rich, but probably not. There is an incredible amount of stress.

There was a definite upside though. Startups were fun. You ended up working closely with a lot of awesome people. Since everyone lived at work, you got to know them all well. I thought it was worth it. This was my third startup. I still wasn't rich. 

Just as I was about to give in to temptation and close my eyes, the door popped open. In walked Janet, one of the other engineers.

"Steve, have you been here all night? You look terrible."

I stared at her for a second before I answered. "Thanks," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm I felt out of my voice. "What does it look like?"

"Well either the boards aren't working or you had one hell of a date last night."

"I Wish," I chuckled, surprised that she had been able to make me laugh.

My romantic life seemed to keep everyone amused. They all felt like they had an open invitation to kid me about it. I had a sort of bad-boy womanizer reputation. I wasn't sure it was deserved, but I did nothing to discourage it. Part of it was due to the fact that I didn't date the women in the office. That made me safe to flirt with. I was an excellent flirt.

The other part was because I didn't own a car. I owned a Harley. That in itself was the quintessential bad boy symbol. It also meant that if I was going on a date, we would frequently take her car. Since I was always at work, I usually got her to pick me up from the office. So everyone knew who I was going out with, and I did date some fairly "unique" women. People still reminded me about the leather clad bleach blond twins that had taken me to lunch a year and a half ago. It would have ruined all the fun if I had told anyone they were my sisters.

"Well do they work?" Janet asked, snapping me back to reality.

"Not really," I answered, "but I think they are fixable. We have way too much jitter in the clock recovery. I think something is wrong with the PLL loop filter."

"There is not!" Janet answered indignantly. She had designed the PLL.

"What do I get if I am right?" I teased.

"Anything you want sweetie."

"Actually," I answered, "what I really want is a cup of coffee."

"Well, if your going to stay up all night debugging my circuits, I'll be glad to get you a cup. Black right?" With that she left.

Janet came back in a few minutes. She had gone by my office and picked up the mug off my desk. "Sorry it took so long," she said apologetically, "There was a bit of a crisis in the break room."

"Really? Whats wrong?" I asked absently handedly. My mind was still on the loop filter.

"It seems that Lynn left her husband a month ago. She didn't tell anyone till this morning. She is in the break room with Jennifer and Traci who seem to be throughly enjoying the drama."

I stared at her for a moment. "Are you serious?" I finally asked.

"Yea."

"Excuse me," I said jumping up from my bench, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

I felt Janet watching me. She had no idea what she had just done to me. No one who worked with me would have. I hurried down the hall to the break room. The scene was like Janet had described. Jennifer and Traci were hovering around Lynn, who was sitting at one of the tables. Lynn was about eight years older than me, ten inches shorter, and fifty pounds heavier. She was the technical writer.

I approached the table and they all stopped talking and looked at me. It occurred to me that I had no idea what I was going to say. So I just winged it. "Janet just told me your news," I said looking at Lynn. "I'm sorry, it must be hard for you."

"Thanks Steve," she answered. "It is, but its for the best. I'll get through it."

"I'm sure you will, but it must be lonely."

"Thanks, it is."

She took the bait. I was ecstatic. "Well a few of us are going out to dinner after work," I continued. "You might enjoy the company and I would love to take you. Are you up for it?"

Lynn looked at me blankly. She was obviously completely clueless about what was going on. She was about to decline my offer, but Jennifer, who saw exactly what was happening, kicked her. She turned to Jennifer asking "What?" in a confused voice.

"She would love to sweetie," Jennifer answered for her.

I decided to run with Jennifer's answer. "Wonderful," I replied, "I'll come get you about 6:00." After that I hurried away so that Lynn wouldn't have a chance to change her mind.

I practically floated down the hall as I went back to the lab. I got there and Janet was waiting for me with a big grin on her face. "What's up?" I asked. "Did you get the boards to work?"

"No lover boy," she answered, "I hear you asked Lynn out."

"How the hell did you find out about that?" I asked incredulously, "Its only been 3 minutes."

"Traci emailed the news."

"Traci emailed you? But she is in the break room."

"No," she answered with a smirk, "Traci emailed the whole company. She is still in the break room. She used her phone to do it."

I just looked at her. I was about to say something but her computer beeped and cut me off.

"Oh an update," Janet continued, obviously enjoying herself. "It seems that Jennifer and Traci think its a 'real' date, while Lynn insists that you are just being nice."

"You all need to get a life." I said. "I'm going home, I need some sleep. Will you look at these boards?"

"Sure," she answered. She paused a second and then continued. "Is it a real date?"

"I sure hope so," I answered as I walked out the door.

I went home and crawled into bed. I actually set the alarm clock. I almost never do that, but this was not the day I wanted to oversleep. I was asleep almost before my head hit the pillow.

I woke up at 4:00, half an hour before the alarm was set to go off. I felt like I had been run over by a truck. Still, I was glad I had beaten the alarm. It would have been much worse if I had let it wake me up.

I climbed into the shower and let the hot water run over me. That always made me feel better, and today was no exception. When I got out of the shower 15 minutes later I actually felt good.

I got myself dressed, and then started looking for a jacket for Lynn. I wondered how long it had taken her to realize that I was planning on taking her on my bike. I didn't know if she was actually going to let me do it, but I wanted to be prepared. She had been wearing jeans and running shoes that morning. Those were fine. But she had had on a sleeveless blouse, and that wouldn't work very well. It would be too cold to ride like that on a May evening.

I kept extra riding clothes around the house. It was convenient since situations like this came up occasionally. I looked at what I had and finally selected a black summer weight Gortex jacket. It was size XXL, which I thought would be about right.

I arrived back at work at 5:30 and went to Lynn's office, carrying the jacket. The door was open, but she was concentrating on something and didn't see me. I knocked and she looked up at me.

"Hi Steve," she said, waiving at me. "Come on in."

I walked in her office and showed her the jacket. "I brought you this so you wouldn't get cold on the way over."

"We could take my car," she ventured, "that might be easier."

I wasn't about to take her up on that, at least not if I didn't have to. "No way. I have been thinking about you sitting behind me with your arms around me all day."

Suddenly she looked very uncomfortable. She didn't say anything for a couple of seconds and then got up and shut her office door. She sat back down. I could tell she was trying to find words for something. Finally she started. "Steve, why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea what she meant, but I wanted her to confirm it. Besides, I was getting uncomfortable now.

"Why did you ask me to join you all for dinner? Why are you flirting with me. You have never flirted with me before."

"Because I like you silly," I answered, trying to inject a little humor to lighten the mood.

"Jennifer told me that you were asking me out on a date. But I told her you were just being nice because of what has happened to me."

"Well, Jennifer is right," I answered.

"I find that very hard to believe."

"What?" I almost yelled it at her. It made no sense to me and it hurt my feelings.

Lynn could tell she had upset me. She softened her tone a little as she continued. "It just that.. well just look at me Steve. I am a fat middle aged woman. You are the stud of the company. You could do a lot better than me. I know Traci wants to go out with you. She is young and skinny and pretty. You should ask her out."

I blushed. She had told me I was a stud. I didn't know what to say to her, so I just started talking. "Traci has asked me out. Twice. I turned her down. There is only one woman at this company that I would be willing to date and that is you."

"Why?" she asked in a disbelieving voice. She paused for a second and then continued. "Look, if this is some kind of joke its really going to hurt my feelings."

God that made me mad. I had been sitting down, but now I was standing. "Don't you know me better than that!" I yelled. "Do you think I would do that to you? Look, if you don't like me just say so and I will leave. But drop this bullshit about knowing how I feel about you. Because you don't."

I regretted saying it as soon as it was out of my mouth. I was trying to figure out what to say next, but she interrupted my thoughts and told me she was sorry. That made me feel a lot better. I sat down and tried to explain in a softer voice.

"I remember the day you started working here Lynn. You walked in wearing black pants and a black blouse. You had a red blazer on over it. Those are my favorite colors. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But you had a wedding band on your hand, so I never said anything."

"Thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." Lynn paused and then continued. "Look Steve, I am an emotional wreck." She started to cry as she said it, but she flicked the tears off her face and continued. "I don't think I am going to be much fun to be around, all I ever seem to do anymore is cry. I am so lonely. I went to church last night. Its the first time in probably 30 years. I told God that I really needed a friend. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that someone like you would be sitting in my office telling me you thought I was beautiful. I want so badly to believe you, but its hard."

I moved closer to her, put my hands on her cheeks, and kissed her on the forehead. "I would love to be your friend," I whispered as I pulled her close to me.

"Lets blow off the rest of these guys," I suggested, realizing that I didn't want to share her that evening. "I know a place down at the beach we could go for dinner."

"The beach?" She asked questioningly. It was a bit over two hours to get down there from where we were.

"I would enjoy getting to know you on the trip."

"What the hell," she answered, "lets go."

I helped her into the jacket I had brought for her. It gave me an excuse to run my hands over her as I adjusted the straps, which we both seemed to enjoy. After I got the jacket adjusted, I worked her hair out from under it so that it spilled down the back. She looked fantastic.

We walked out of her office and into the lobby. There were several people there, it was where everyone who was going to dinner gathered. "Hey, don't wait for us, we are going to go out by ourselves," I announced to no one in particular. Someone got cute and decided to clap. Then everyone else started. I almost blushed and Lynn did. Then we walked out the front door.

We got to my bike and I handed her a helmet and a little radio headset that would allow us to talk as we rode. As I put on my headset and helmet I asked her if she had ever ridden before.

She blushed bright red as she answered "Oh yes."

"Well there is obviously more to that story than your telling me," I teased her.

She put her headset on and I could hear her over the radio. "Oh, this is cool!" she exclaimed as she put her helmet on. "We didn't have these the last time I rode."

I got on and she followed, reaching around me and locking her hands together. It felt incredibly good. I pulled out of the parking lot and got on I-40, headed toward the beach. It was just before 6:00 and the sun was still bright. The traffic was moving as well, which was nice. Sometimes it stopped moving when everyone left work. But today we were cruising along nicely, and I was enjoying the feeling of the wind and Lynn's arms.

"Wow, this is fun," I heard her say.

"Glad you like it," I answered. "I love it. Its a great way to forget about the problems at work. So are you going to tell me the rest of that story?"

"What story?"

"Oh don't give me that," I scolded her. "Whatever story it was that had you blushing back there."

"Well," she answered, "Once upon a time I lost my virginity bent over a Harley."

I died laughing. "I knew there was a reason I liked you," I managed to say.

"That was a long time ago Steve," she continued. "You were probably still learning your ABCs."

"Oh, your not that much older than me," I replied. "I never knew you were a wild woman."

"Well, like I said, it's been a long time. I'm not much of a wild woman anymore."

"Really?" I asked. "What happened?"

"I got married," she began. "He was a wonderful man. We loved each other and ... Oh God I can't talk about this right now." I heard her start to cry.

"It's OK," I said. "I didn't mean to upset you. Would you like for me to pull over?"

"No, I'll be OK," she answered. "Just give me a few minutes."

She took one arm from around me and flipped up the visor on her helmet so that the wind was blowing on her face. We rode along in silence for a while. I got off the interstate at Benson, so we could take back roads. It was fun riding down the highway with her snuggled up from behind.

"Hey, you OK back there?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Yea," Lynn answered, flipping her visor back down, "I'm just enjoying the ride. This is wonderful. I'm so glad you asked me to come."

"I'm glad I did too. I hope I didn't upset you too much back there."

"No," she replied, "It feels good to talk about it. Its just hard at the same time. I'm sorry to cry on you."

"Don't apologize," I told her. "I'm flattered you would choose me to cry on. You want to tell me anymore about it?"

"Well, let me see if I can keep myself composed this time," she laughed. "We got married. He was wonderful. The sex was OK but not great. At first I figured it would get better, but it didn't. Finally, I just accepted that it was part of being grown up and responsible. The wild woman has to go. It seemed like a small price to pay for a husband to loved me and took care of me. At some point we just stopped having sex. I know its been at least five years since I have."

"Wow," I said, and let her continue.

"Like I said, it seemed like a little thing at the time. But it wasn't. You just can't turn off something in your life thats that important. It comes out in other areas. I know thats why I was depressed a few years ago. And I know it affects my personality. I look at myself and I'm not happy with the way I am. Thats hard to deal with."

"Is that why you guys split up?" I asked.

"Yes and no," she answered with some obvious bitterness in her voice. "He came to me a few months ago and told me he was gay. I would never have left him because he didn't fulfill my sexual desires. But to know I didn't fulfill his was more than I could take."

That really blew me away. "How does that make you feel?" I asked.

"Sometimes I get really angry at him. I don't know how long he has known. But I feel like I wasted a lot of my life working on something that was doomed. Sometimes I get angry at myself. I knew I wasn't happy. I wish I had had the guts to say something a long time ago. Sometimes I am really glad that he told me. I never would have had the guts to leave if he hadn't, even though I wasn't happy. And a lot of the time I am just very very sad. He and I were good friends. We still are on the days when I'm not just incredibly pissed at him. I spent more than half my life with him. I just feel so alone right now."

"I'm sorry," I said, "that sounds awful."

"Thanks," Lynn answered, "its good to get to talk about it."

By this time we were headed over the Wrightsville Beach bridge. It felt like home to me. I had grown up a few miles away in Wilmington. A minute later we were going over the intra-coastal waterway. I slowed and parked the bike on Lumina Ave. We got off and stretched.

The restaurant I wanted to go to was right on the corner, in front of the bridge. I put my arm around Lynn and guided her across the street. The sun had gone down, but it was not yet dark, and I enjoyed looking at the scenery. It had been years since I had lived around here. I was a much different person now than the teenager I had been when I left. It seemed like that had been another life. But at the same time it felt familiar and comfortable.

We got inside and sat down. The waitress came over and asked us what we wanted to drink. We both ordered sweet tea. The waitress went to get our drinks and I said to Lynn, "I would love to split a bottle of wine with you, but I wouldn't be in any shape to drive afterwords. We would have to stay down here."

She looked at me and smiled. "Thats pretty smooth," she teased. "So your proposing that I get drunk and spend the night with you."

"So are you interested?" I asked.

"Oh hell yes," she laughed.

We drank our bottle of wine and ate our swordfish. It was all good. The company was even better. Lynn told me about growing up in Georgia, and coming to Raleigh to go to college. After dinner we walked down onto the beach, down to the water. We took our shoes off and let the waves wash over our feet. The water was cold, but it felt good. We held hands as we walked along.

About a half mile down the beach there were a few hotels. We walked up to the Holiday Inn to see if they had a room. They actually did, which in retrospect was probably a minor miracle.

Once we got in the room it was a race to see how fast we could get our clothes off. I was half drunk and hadn't slept the night before. She was half drunk and hadn't slept with anyone in five years. It was amazing that me managed to have sex at all. But we did, and what we lacked in finesse we made up for with passion.

Afterwords I lay on the bed with Lynn in my arms, thinking how much I wanted to hold her forever. She started giggling.

"What?" I asked.

She answered, "Do you think they'll clap for us when we get back?"



Standing Room Only



It’s dark here at the concert. Dark and loud. The music pulses though my body like an extra heartbeat as I dance in place here amongst the crowd.

I feel alive.

I feel free.

Dancing, bouncing in place, surrounded on all sides by other people, all dancing, all listening, all happy.

The girl in front of me stumbles, and I step backwards, bumping gently into a tall man behind me. I turn my head and look up, smiling into his blue eyes. There’s no point apologising – it’s too loud. He’d never hear me even if I shouted. So I turn away and dance again.

As I dance I remember his blue eyes smiling back. I liked those eyes. I liked the smile in them. Music pulses. Heart pulses.

I pulse.

Slowly, slowly I dance backward again, until my buttocks are moving softly against the man behind me. I dance and dance, swaying and moving my bottom over his lap, rubbing, touching, moving away a little only to come back with firmer pressure.

The music is thudding in my head and my blood and my cunt.

When you are set
to throw in your hand

“Mmmm…. I wish you would…” I think, directly at the man. “C’mon… throw your hand in. To me.”

I feel him hard against my buttocks as I sway against him, and move more boldly, gluing my arse to his hardness as I move.

My hair brushes the tops of my shoulders as my head sways back and forwards, and suddenly I can feel his breath, hot on my skin.

I feel his hand brush my hip, lightly, as if to keep his balance, and quickly raise my own to grasp it. His muscles tighten; for an instant I thinks he will pull away… but then his arm relaxes and I pulls his hand around my waist, leaving his palm cupping the curve of my tummy, bare between skirt and top. 
For an instant I feel his lips on my cheek, then he straightens up, flexing his muscles and pressing his hardness against me.

My skirt is short and I feel it riding up further between us as we dance together, my bottom pressing right against the cotton of his pants. They feel soft, and what is inside them feels hot and hard

Pulse. Pulse.Pulse.

i'll be the one to pick you up again
when you decide you've had enough of it

“Enough?” I think, “Yes, I’ve had enough. Of this anyway.”

I reach my hand back around us and grasp the waistband of his pants, giving it a sharp, downward tug. Even over the music, through my whole body I feel his gasp.

I bring my hand forward again. He knows what I want, what I’m offering. Let him take it. Let him take me. Here. In the dark, with the music throbbing through us both. 
when your eyes are closed

My eyes are closed

He hasn’t moved. But he hasn’t pulled away, either. I press against him harder, slide up and down his length with my buttocks, knowing he can feel me.

He moves away a little and I want to scream. But then he moves back, close against me, and I feel his hardness slide over the top of my thigh and across the crack of my arse. His hand around my belly tightens and he thrusts between my thighs. My skirt is crumpled between our bodies, but to anyone but us we look … not innocent. But not as though my pussy is bare and his cock is rubbing over it, either. 
i'll be the one to pick you up again

As the words pour through my head, he does just that. Both his hands go to my hips and he lifts me an inch, two inches from the floor. I arch my back, tilting my hips as he lowers me slowly onto him.

And he’s inside me.

We dance, the music pulsing through our blood. I bounce and sway. He thrusts, gently, slowly, making it part of the dance. His hands clasp my waist tightly and I lean back against him, grinding and squirming my arse against his belly, my pussy twisting on his cock.

when you decide you've had enough of it

“Enough?. Not ever” I think and arch my back hard as I come, wrapped tightly around the prick of this stranger with the blue eyes and the smile.

His hands tighten on me for a moment and my feet leave the floor for an instant as he thrusts into me a final time, then becomes still.

I lean my head back against his chest and catch my breath. I feel him slowly drawing himself out of my, under the cover of my skirt, and readjusting his waistband. He pushes my skirt down over my buttocks, giving one a little squeeze.

I feel a light kiss on the back of my neck… and then he’s gone.

It’s dark here at the concert. Dark and loud. The music pulses though my body like an extra heartbeat as I dance in place here amongst the crowd.

i'll be the one
i'll be the one



Standing Strong Forever



Call me as soon as you get this. 

That was all I had written in the birthday card to my sister Misty. When she finally did call on the night of her eighteenth birthday, I could hear the curiosity in her voice long before she finally asked... 

"Okay, so why exactly was I supposed to call my big brother?" 

I smiled to myself, thankful that my college roommate was still in his night class, because I knew that if he heard what I was about to tell my sister, he would try to invite himself along. "Well..." I said slowly, purposely drawing it out, knowing how much she resented being made to wait for surprises. 

"Oh, come on, Thom! Just tell me!" 

I laughed softly, which earned me a loud frustrated groan. "Okay, sis, okay..." I finally said, relenting. "Unfortunately, I'm only able to get one present for you for your birthday and your graduation, but I think you'll agree it's a good one." 

"Oh? That's okay. I know times are tough, Thom. There's no need to overextend yourself – really, just seeing you a bit more often is present enough." 

I knew that she truly meant what she had just said, that she was not just saying that to try to make me feel better. Misty and I had been very close for years – for as long as I could remember, really. While not quite as close as the identical triplets who shared a large dorm room down the hall from me, I had known a number of brother/sister pairings, yet none of them seemed as close as Misty and I had been for such a long time. We truly looked out for each other, each of us always trying to ensure that the other was happy and comfortable. We had our fights, of course – bickerings, really – just like any other set of siblings, but those were always short-lived, typically over in minutes and put behind us with a hug or perhaps a friendly kiss to the cheek. 

Given that I was two years older and attending a college a three-hour drive away, however, Misty and I had not seen too much of each other over the previous few years. Even during the previous Summer Break, I had remained on campus, working in the campus rec center in the mornings and at a hardware store a few blocks from the dorm in the afternoons and evenings. 

This summer, I would be helping two professors with their research, but fortunately I would have about three weeks to spend at home between the end of the Spring semester and the beginning of the research. That was when the dual-celebration present would take place. 

"What I have in mind is a getaway for us both," I finally admitted. "Just you and me, quasi-camping at a place one of my professors told me about a few months back. A place with a bunch of outdoor activities, like horseback riding and hiking and canoeing." 

"That sounds wonderful!" Misty's enthusiasm was almost contagious, even via telephone. We shared a short laugh together, once again communicating on a wavelength unique to us. "How long?" 

"About a week," I replied. "It's a nice campground about a twelve hour drive away, one way, but I'm thinking that we'd do the drive in two days each way, which would make it..." I had to glance up at the anime bikini babe calendar on the wall. "That would mean we'd leave on Saturday June 6 and return home on Sunday June 14." 

"Wow... Long trip." 

"Yeah, but I think it'll be fun. If we do the drive two days in each direction, I'll set up hotels for us. Just let me know what you'd prefer to do." 

"Hotels, definitely. It'll keep me out of the house longer." 

I laughed. "Good point, since you'll be there most of the summer." 

"Yeah, but soon I'll be out of here in time for band camp at college with you." 

I wondered if Misty could hear my smile. I would not have been surprised if Misty and I would were to be the only brother/sister pair in the college marching band come August. 

But the important thing was that, at last, she had agreed to a single gift for both her eighteenth birthday and her high school graduation a few weeks later. This trip would cost me a fair amount of money, even with our father's assistance with the hotels, but for Misty, it was definitely worth the expense... and then some. 

*****

For the same reason that Misty preferred to spend two days driving each way for the dual-celebration vacation, I stayed on campus, even though my last final exam was on a Wednesday morning. All the non-graduating students who would not be working on campus during the summer had to be out of the dorms by Noon on Saturday. Since I would be working during the summer, that allowed me to attend graduation on Sunday and see some friends from marching band one last time, then spend Monday afternoon moving my things to another dorm across the street, the dorm reserved for the students working on campus during the summer. Fortunately, I was one of the lucky winners of the room lottery, and I was able to select a single – for the first time of my college career, I would not have a roommate, although when Misty came to visit for a weekend about midsummer, I knew that I would be spending a few nights on the hard tile floor. 

I finally made the drive home that Monday evening, arriving shortly after dinner. It was good to see everyone again, but especially good to see my little sister. Her eyes were just as bright as I remembered, and the way she bounced down the steps of the front porch reminded me of when she was younger, when she had spent a lot of time dancing before she decided to focus instead on her schoolwork. 

Tuesday, Misty was awake early – earlier than I would have expected – excited that it was the final day of high school for her. The final day was really just a half-day: homeroom, then an assembly for the Seniors where they would be given a pep talk by several area alumni who had become business leaders and local celebrities, and then a graduation walkthrough so that the Seniors would know what to expect for their big night. 

I had just finished cleaning the back yard pool – always my chore when I was home – when Misty returned from school. "Lunch, tan, and swim," she announced to me. 

"I'll skip the tan," I noted. "I prefer the vampire look. Thus the reason why I spend my days in labs." 

She groaned and rolled her eyes, but I saw the glint of amusement. Misty was one of the few people who seemed to appreciate my sense of humor. 

After lunch, I spent some time in my bedroom with my laptop, looking for updated information on the science-fiction convention being held near campus in October, but soon I could feel the pool beckoning me, and changed into my swim trunks and headed outside. 

The tall fence surrounding the small property afforded us plenty of privacy in the back yard, and Misty was using that privacy to tan. 

...topless. 

This was not the first time for me to see a topless or naked woman. In addition to occasionally enjoying some online pornography, I had dated several people on campus and had been fortunate to enjoy some good sex with them – and a few others on occasion when I was between girlfriends. I fondly remembered Katrina in particular: Her breasts were rather small, but they were also very sensitive, adorned with nipples which seemed to have a direct connection with her clitoris so that she could occasionally orgasm just from enough stimulation of her nipples. 

Seeing my own sister topless was the first time that I thought of her as a sexual being. Certainly everyone is a sexual being on some level, but as I stood on the back porch, practically dumbfounded at seeing her breasts being bared to the warm sunlight, I suddenly wondered what Misty would be like in bed. I wondered how well she would perform. I wondered if she would spit or swallow. I wondered if she could squirt. I wondered if she would be a moaner or a screamer or perhaps just a heavy breather. I wondered if she would scratch me deeply during her orgasm. I wondered if she would enjoy being blindfolded and having her wrists tied to the bedposts during sex. 

I wondered if I would ever know her sexual side. 

Within the swim trunks, I felt myself starting to lengthen and harden. I had seen my little sister wearing a bikini on more than a few occasions, but never with the bikini top cast aside on the grass. Part of me wanted to go to her and untie the strings at her hips to peel away the rest of her scant covering so I could feast between her thighs before sliding down my swim trunks and making my way inside her. Part of me wanted to feel the heat of the sun on my back and the heat of my sister's body around me. Part of me wanted to know if having sex with Misty would be any different from having sex with Katrina or Alicia or some of the others from campus. 

Part of me saw her as an available female in which to sow my seed to ensure the survival of the species. 

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and shook my head, trying to clear such illicit thoughts from my mind. No matter how high the fencing, the back yard was certainly not an appropriate place for having sex, nor was it a good place for my sister to be topless. Yet somehow, that made it all the more thrilling to see her laying on the towel on the grass when I reopened my eyes, to realize that I had not been dreaming or imagining things when I had first seen her breasts being bared to the warm sun. 

I noticed a small alarm clock and a small bottle of something beside her, and presumed that the clock was so she would know when to turn over and the bottle was likely her tanning lotion. Slowly, carefully, I made my way down the steps of the back porch, my bare feet barely feeling the heat of the sun from above and the entrapped heat of the cement steps from below. My erection was still forming, and without looking down my front, I knew that, without question, it was solid enough that Misty would know that I was thinking inappropriate thoughts about her if she opened her eyes and turned her head in my general direction. Granted, I had previously seen Misty's nipples poking at her bikinis or her swimsuits, but that was different – that was somewhat expected, and had never truly drawn my attention past the initial thought of Wow, my sister does have nipples after all. This was quite different: This was the exposure of sexualized anatomy which clearly signaled arousal - my arousal – and she was most definitely the cause of the arousal. 

I barely felt the many blades of grass poking at my feet as I approached her and made my way around the pool to where she was laying by the fence. Misty clearly heard my footfalls, because she opened her eyes and turned to look up at me, her eyes alighting for a moment on my swim trunks. 

"Coming to tan with your little sister?" she asked. 

"Um, no," I replied. "I just thought you should know..." 

"Thought I should know what? That you like seeing me topless?" 

I felt my face becoming a little warmer. Either the sun had suddenly redirected some of its rays at my face, or I was beginning to blush. 

Or perhaps both. Given that I was standing over an adult female from my own family and the fact that she happened to be topless in my presence and fairly nonchalant about it, both could very well have been possible. 

"Actually… You should know that you're putting on a show for those pilots up there." 

She quickly turned her attention to the sky. "Huh? What pilots?" 

It was a childish tactic, but it helped to dispel the blush as I laughed and knelt in the grass beside my topless sister. 

"Ha. Ha. Ha." She was certainly not particularly amused, but the overall situation, the shock of having discovered her topless, had been diffused. 

Then her alarm clock rescued me, its soft chime breaking the unusual situation with a sound of normalcy. Misty rolled to her side and reached for the alarm clock to start playing with it. As she was looking away from me, my eyes roamed her bare flesh, and I realized then just how well she took care of herself. Except for the scar from a surgery some ten years earlier, her skin was flawless. Even though she was no longer actively dancing almost every day, she was clearly still exercising somewhat regularly given that her muscles were still quite well toned. 

"Good," she said to herself before setting the alarm clock back on the ground beside the towel. Then she rolled onto her stomach. She turned to look at me, fortunately looking up past the bulge at the front of my swim trunks. "Oil me up?" she requested. 

With any woman on campus, I would have eagerly dived right into that situation. With my own sister, I hesitated, even though she and I had applied tanning lotion to each other more than a few times in the past. The difference was that on this occasion, she was not properly covered. Even though she was laying on her stomach so that I could not see anything inappropriate, there were no strings behind her neck or across her mid-back to indicate that she was truly decent as expected by society. 

...or by our parents. 

"Sure," I finally said as I tried to keep my voice as neutral as possible, stepping around her to kneel beside her and reach the bottle. 

I probably spent ten minutes applying the tanning lotion. I kept telling myself that this was just like all the other times I had done this very same act in this very same back yard protected by these very same tall wooden fences, but somehow a part of my mind just would not believe it. Somehow, this was quite different. 

It was so different that my erection never faded. Even worse, it was starting to become a bit painful. 

As I worked on my sister's back and arms and legs, I wondered if she was starting to become wet, even just a little, from having my hands on her while she was topless. That was one clear advantage she had over me in that moment: If she was becoming aroused, I would not know, since her legs were spread only slightly and her nipples were pressed into the towel beneath her. 

Finally, I could not stand to be so close to Misty any longer. "I'm heading into the water for a bit," I told her. She nodded, her eyes closed, and after I wiped my hands on the grass, I made my way to the pool as quickly as I dared. Once I was in the pool, the coolness helped to ease the erection, and the water itself seemed to wash away the visions and the memories of a topless sister. 

I swam laps for a bit, then stood in the shallow end and leaned back against the wall of the pool, purposely keeping my eyes closed. I was almost afraid to look in my sister's direction, almost afraid to see her topless again – even if she was still laying on her stomach – and have the erection form once more while she was in the general vicinity. 

But purposely not looking in Misty's direction caused my mind to wonder about her even more as a sexual being. Would she ever be willing to dance at a strip club? How would she react in a threesome, perhaps with my friend Jenni and me? What would she look like with some guy's cum splattered across her chest or maybe dripping from her face? Would she ever agree to try anal sex? How would she look chained to the wall of a mostly-dark bondage dungeon like in some of the porn I had seen online? 

Of course, those inappropriate thoughts reinvigorated the erection. 

I was far enough away from Misty that I did not hear her alarm clock. The first sound I heard from her was when there was a splash in the pool. A few moments later, I heard her surface near me as she inhaled air to refill her lungs, and a few seconds later I felt the splash as she threw water at me. 

Suddenly, we were not adults. We were once again little kids playing in the pool, splashing each other, chasing each other in the water, challenging each other, and in the end hugging each other as we laughed loudly. 

My erection had faded. Misty was once again wearing the bikini top. All was well. We were simply a close brother and sister once again – nothing more. 

That was exactly how it should have been. 

*****

Misty came downstairs somewhat late for breakfast Wednesday morning. Fortunately, I had made some extra coffee, because she truly needed it. 

"Any plans for today?" I asked when she was finally able to hold a conversation. 

"Yeah. Mom made a reservation for me at her favorite spa, so I'll be there all afternoon getting ready for graduation." 

"Wow. That's an interesting graduation present." 

"Yeah. She's coming home from work around lunchtime to take me. Then we'll be shopping afterward." 

"Oh? Don't you already have a dress for graduation tomorrow?" 

"I have a dress," Misty affirmed, " but Mom was saying a few days ago that it's time I get some..." She hesitated – just a moment, but clearly a hesitation, as if she was trying to decide whether or not to tell me what was on her mind. "...some female things." 

"I see." That had long been Misty's slightly-embarrassed way of talking about tampons or gynecology exams or bra shopping or whatever, so I did not push any further on the topic. 

Conversation lapsed. There was an unusual tension in the air, and I was almost certain that it was because of the previous afternoon. During the night, I had dreamed of that same scenario, of finding my little sister tanning while topless, but in the dream, I had been much more forward, approaching her cautiously and bending down to gently suckle a breast, eventually biting her nipple as she moaned and writhed beneath me, sliding a hand down the front of her bikini bottom and fingering her until she thrashed about beneath me, clutching me desperately until finally she gave in to the orgasm I had inflicted upon her... 

The dream did not stop there, however. While she basked in the afterglow of her release, I had pulled the strings at her hips and rendered her completely naked before lowering my swim trunks to reveal my heavy length, and then I had fucked her – no slow gentle romantic entry, no measured pace to assure her pleasure, just a fast, hard, fierce, violent reaming. 

I wondered if Misty had had a similar dream during the night, or had at least been giving a lot of thought to that small yet significant moment in the sun. If she had, then that was almost certainly the cause of the tangible tension between us. Our parents had both gone to work already – thank goodness – so we did not need to worry about one or both of them coming into the kitchen to recognize the stress encircling Misty and me. 

I spread my arms wide, the only thing I could think to do in this situation, and my sister stepped forward, pressing herself against me, steadying her mug of coffee with one hand and using her free arm to hold me as I encircled her in my grasp. Even through my sleep pants and my favorite faded old Burn Up! t-shirt, Misty's robe felt soft and sensual against me, and her head resting comfortably on my shoulder reminded me more of Katrina cuddling with me after sex than my little sister sharing an chastely intimate moment with her older brother. 

The tension between us eased, but it was still present, still tangible. For the first time in a long, long time, I was hugging my sister and also rather aware of the swells of her chest being pressed against me. The hug was rather brief, but it was apparently enough, for Misty soon stepped back, extricating herself from my grasp. 

...to take another sip of coffee before setting the mug on the kitchen counter. Then she stepped forward again, using both her arms to hug me. 

We remained like that for a long time, neither of us saying anything. It was as if this moment had been part of our destiny, as if she had lived eighteen years and I had lived twenty years specifically to hug like this. Thankfully, the hug did not arouse me, even though we had been through what was for me a rather arousing experience not twenty hours earlier, even though my mind throughout the night had explored the possibility of sex with this very same inappropriate woman. 




Standing Tall



Gale shivered, even though she could feel the warm afternoon sun on her naked body. She pulled on the strap wrapped around one wrist and then she pulled with the other arm. Her arms were over her head and spread wide apart. Her legs were spread as wide as her arms and tied in a like manner.

The blindfold over her eyes let in no light at all. He had shown her where she would be before he put the blindfold over her head. Two tall slender trees about six feet apart, stood on the side of a hill in the back of the city park. There was a path thirty yards down the hill.

She was spread eagled naked between the trees now and scared out of her wits. No, that was not it at all. She was so excited that she was on the verge of an orgasm just standing here. She could feel the wetness on her inner thighs as a gentle cool breeze wafted across her body.

Gale wanted to squeeze her thighs tightly together. She could make herself come that way but the bindings kept her legs apart. All she could do was to tense up her thighs and inner muscles. It was not helping her get there. It was just pushing her higher and higher.

Suddenly, she heard faint voices. Two, three, maybe even four. She turned her head and listened intently. Male voices, definitely three and maybe four and they were getting closer. Gale groaned around the ball gag in her mouth as all sorts of scenarios ran through her mind in rapid succession.

The Master had taken her for a ride through the park earlier in the day. Up in the front, it was mostly families and couples. Back here there had been groups of young men and even one group of women. The Master had told her, they were from the low-income area to the south of the park.

Gale had noted the mixed ethnic groupings and even what she took as gang colors in a couple of cases. The groups looked to be from eighteen to their mid twenties. All of them were lean, muscular, and in some cases, mean looking. The latter made her shiver and whimper softly. Pain wasn't something she wanted per say, pleasure was what she was after.

As the Master had tied her to the trees, he had whispered, "How many hands caressing and squeezing your bare breasts, how many mouths sucking on them? How many fingers in your tight sopping wet little pussy? How many mouths and tongues on and in there? How about a hard dick in your pussy and another in your ass as you are sandwiched between two young studs."

Gale had groaned and moaned the whole time he had talked. This was her fantasy in spades. That last part had almost made her come and now she was near to coming again as the voices drew closer. Her fear jumped higher. Was she alone or was the Master nearby. Could he protect her if things got too rough?

The voices started to fade and Gale whimpered softly. She was not sure if it was in disappointment or that she was glad, they were passing her by. A hand rubbing lightly across her ass made her damned near jump out of her skin. Her yell of surprise, mixed with fear was muffled and sharp.

"Disappointed or relieved?" The Master asked from near her right ear. "They didn't see you."

Gale moaned loudly. As always, he seemed to be reading her mind. She did not know the answer and was thankful for the gag so she didn't have to give him a reply. Knowing that he was nearby lessened her fear some but the unknown was still working on her mind.

A single finger touched her tailbone and then slowly traced the cleft of her ass. Shivers chased each other up and down her spine as the finger moved lower and paused touching her anus. Gale wanted to thrust her hips back and impale her asshole on the finger but knew better.

The Master would end it right then and there if she did. He would untie her and they would leave the park and never return. He had not told her as much but she knew it anyway. The finger tickled her asshole teasingly and she moaned softly.

"You want my finger in your ass?"

Gale nodded sharply and then whimpered as the fingertip moved lower and circled the opening to her vagina. The finger did not enter her sex; it just teased her slippery wetness. After a moment, the fingertip moved up the crack of her ass, again to pause at her anus.

"You would come long and hard if I did shove my finger up your ass, wouldn't you?"

Again, Gale nodded sharply and then groaned as the finger pressed tighter to her asshole. "You want to move your hips back don't you?" He asked in a soft hissing whisper. Gale nodded quickly several times.

The finger was suddenly gone and Gale moaned in frustration. A few seconds later, she heard voices again. There were only two of them and they were male. One was deep and the other more normally pitched. The voices were getting closer.

Gale felt her knees go weak and tremble as she heard the one with the deep voice say, "Well damn, would you look at that. Somebody's done hung that pretty white girl out to dry."

"No, shit!" the other guy said and then laughed. "Somebody's done left us a present and it ain't even Christmas yet."

Gale whimpered and then moaned as she realized the voices were getting louder, the two men were coming closer. Her mind was going crazy to put faces and bodies with the voices. These were complete strangers and... and... they were going to have their way with her.

"Man, this is to good to be true," deep voice said.

"Ain't it though." His partner replied. 

"I don't know about this. This looks like a set up of some kind. Things that look to easy and simple usually have strings attached, if ya know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do but I don't understand who would do this or why. She's pretty bait but what's to be gained by it," normal voice said.

"Thrills, sex, revenge, the answers are too many to count."

They were only a few yards away from Gale now and she trembled but was it fear or anticipation. From the pounding of her heart, it could go either way but from the heat in her sex and the tightness of her inner muscles and thighs, it was anticipation.

"To tell ya the truth," Normal Voice said, "I really don't care what the reason is. My dicks hard and it don't care either. Hey lady, are you a trap of something?"

Gale realized that last part was directed toward her and she shook her head. Her mind was waiting for the first touch and she was going crazy from anticipation. She tried to hold it back but she moaned around the ball as her hips jerked and twitched.

"Will ya look at that, I think she's coming," Deep voice said.

A big hand slipped between Gale's legs and a finger explored her soaked vagina. Gale tried to yell around the ball gag as her orgasm shot up a hundred fold. She lost all control and her hips flexed as she fucked herself on the finger.

Deep voice laughed and then said, "She's coming her fucking brains out."

Two hands cupped Gale's breasts and squeezed them firmly. From behind her, Normal voice said, "Man, she's got some firm tits and one hell of a nice ass." His hands caressed her breasts and then he pinched her nipples and twisted them.

Gale was getting everything she had ever dreamed of, including one hell of an orgasm. An orgasm that didn't seem to want to stop. Every time it started to decrease in intensity, the two men would do something to push it back up. Her legs were shaking so bad they didn't want to hold her up, so more and more weight was going onto her arms.

"I've just got to try me some of this," Deep voice said. His voice came from down below her waist and a few seconds later his hot strong tongue licked at her slit.

Gale jerked and gave out with a muffled yell as Deep voice's tongue flicked and lapped at her clit. Gale's orgasm was back in full song. Something hot and hard pressed between her ass cheeks and Gale pushed back against Normal voices, hard dick.

"I've never fucked a girl that was tied up before," the guy behind Gale said.

The one in front stopped licking her pussy and asked, "Have you ever shared a woman? You know, fucked her ass while another guy fucked her pussy."

"Uh, no, I haven't but my brothers girlfriend gave me a blowjob once while he fucked her from behind. Talk about your horny goings on. I came way to fast that day." Normal voice laughed and rubbed his dick up and down between Gale's ass cheeks. 

The hot tongue was now in Gale's pussy and she was now between pure pleasure in the front and anticipation in the rear. No pun intended. The long thin dick between her ass cheeks would feel awesome up her ass. The Master had used a butt plug and dildo on her earlier to loosen her up, just in case. 

"I ain't never fucked no ass before," the guy behind her said.

The guy in front chuckled and took his tongue out of her pussy. "Just stick it in her pussy and slick it up. Then you slowly push it up her ass. I figure she'll go nuts when you do and you'll go nuts when you find out how tight and hot it is in there."

"Tighter and hotter than a pussy? Man, it'll be another short day today," Normal voice said with a laugh.

"As hot and wet as she is, it won't take much to get her to coming her brains out again. My dick in her pussy at the same time will blow her mind, not to mention what you and I will feel like together."

"What do you mean together?" The guy in back asked suddenly with suspicion in his voice.

The guy in front chuckled and said, "Don't worry little brother, it's cool, you'll see."

Gale was shaking and moaning as they talked. She had always wanted two men at once but had never had the chance. Now she was go to get it from two total strangers. Her mind jumped to condoms and diseases. She tried to say something but the ball gag prevented her.

From somewhere behind her, she heard the Master say, "Gentlemen, if you don't mind, the lady would prefer if you used these."

"Who the fuck?" Normal voice asked sharply.

"And if I don't want to?" Deep voice asked.

"Then I'll untie the young lady and we'll leave," the Master said softly but with an iron overtone to his voice.

"Uh huh. You and who else?" The guy behind Gale asked.

"You have your choice, Smith and Wesson on one hand, or a Glock 10mm on the other. I'm not here to break up your fun. I'm here to see that the lady is safe and that also means from STD's."

"So you're just going to watch, is that it? That sounds awfully perverted to me," Deep voice said slowly.

"I'll be around, this is the ladies fantasy and I'm giving it to her. So, are you in or out? It's both or no deal. Condoms or no deal."

"I told you there were always strings attached," Deep voice said and then laughed. "Or in this case, condoms."

"I don't have no damned STD's," Normal voice protested.

Deep voice turned slightly so the big man up the hill could see his back pocket and hand. He reached in and fished out a flat, narrow condom case. Flipping it open, he said to his partner, "Man, the way things are these days, I wouldn't even fuck your mama without my protection."

"Hey man, that's cold," Normal voice said and then laughed. "True but still it's cold."

"So you see Mister—" Deep voice started to say and then asked, "Where the fuck did he go?"

A moment later, Normal voice said, "The hell if I know where he went but I'll bet he's around and watching."

"Then put this thing on facing up hill and lets get back to business," the man in front of Gale said.

Gale had felt relieved when the Master had said what she was trying to and then she got worried when the two men seemed reluctant to go along with it. The mention of guns made her nervous and worried that the Master might get hurt or worse. When things appeared to get back on track, Gale shivered.

"These things never fit tight enough," the guy behind Gale said.

The man in front laughed and said, "Mine are always to tight so it evens out."

Gale shivered as she wondered just how big he was. His hand had felt big earlier when her cupped and fingered her pussy. His finger had felt large also. She shivered and then whimpered softly as his hand touched her sex again. His finger rubbed over her opening and then back to tease her anus.

When Gale moaned the man in front chuckled. "She still wants it up the ass," he said to his friend. "I'll play with her tits while you get all lubed up in her pussy. It's still dripping wet."

She felt a big hand on her right breast and then a moment later, another on her left breast. When he squeezed her breasts, Gale gasped from the pressure and how much of her breasts were in his hand. He massaged them roughly but not too rough. His rough palms scrapped on her nipples and she moaned around the ball gag. Part of her mind waited for the other man's dick at her pussy.

It was not long before she felt someone in front of her and then something hot was pressing its way between her thighs, rubbing across her sex as it went. It felt long but not very wide. Then the man in front of her touched her hips with his.

"Man, she is slippery and I ain't even got it in yet," he said as he worked his hips back and forth.

"Well, get it in so I can rub in that ass crack. She has one of those nice round asses I love so much."

Gale trembled as the man in front shifted his hips and the head of his dick touched and then slowly entered her pussy. She whimpered softly and then moaned as it slipped deeper and deeper. It wasn't stretching her but it was going deeper than she remembered a dick going before. 

Then the dick of the man behind her touched the cleft of her ass and pressed tightly to it. It was hot, long, and very thick feeling. The dick in her pussy finally stopped going in and slowly withdrew. Gale groaned as she thought about how it would feel up her ass. Her inner muscles tried to clamp down on it.

"Oh man, she's go one of those grabbing pussies," the man in front said. "Oh yeah, grab it again baby, grab it hard."

Gale groaned and rocked her hips slightly as she tried to grab and hold his slender dick. The big dick between her ass cheeks spread them wider as it settled in deeper. Gale whimpered at the thought of it trying to spread her pussy wide enough to get in.  

"Oh man, let me get back there and check that ass out," the man in front said excitedly.

The big dick and big hands disappeared from her body as deep voice said, "Just take it slow and easy or you'll hurt her."

"I ain't going to hurt her, I'm just going to fuck the hell out of that ass if it's as tight and hot as you say. Her pussy was great but I need something tighter."

"Just don't hurt her. Remember the big guy with the guns is still watching. I'd hate to see one of those stuck up your ass because you hurt her," Deep voice said from in front of Gale. 

Gale felt the slender dick slide between her legs from the rear and then she groaned as Deep voice tried to and damn near did, swallow her left breast. No one had ever had that much of her breast in their mouth before. It felt so good and his tongue rolling her nipple around and bathing her skin made her weak in the knees.

Her mind was floating on the pleasure from her breast. Suddenly, something hot pressed against her anus and just as suddenly, it popped through the ring of muscles and slowly slid deeper. Gale gasped loudly and then moaned even louder as it kept right on going deeper. 

"Holy shit!" the man behind Gale almost yelled. 

Gale could not agree with him more. His dick was deeper than anything had ever been in her ass and his hips still hadn't touched her ass cheeks. She shivered as her ass clamped down on him.

"Oh fuck, a snapping ass. Her ass just grabbed me tighter than fuck."

The big man in front of Gale was laughing as he released her breast. She shivered as the air felt cool on her moist skin after his warm sucking mouth. 

"I told you man, I told you. With that long skinny dick, you're the perfect ass man. Back it out a little and fuck it slow a few times until she gets used to it. Do it right and she'll try and crush that thing when she comes."

Gale felt the dick in her ass move out slowly and then back in, going a little deeper yet. She moaned loudly and felt her ass grab him. She heard him groan from right next to her ear as he pulled out slowly again.

His dick went back in a little deeper and then Gale finally felt his hips bump her ass. She wanted to yell "Oh God," herself but the gag prevented it. He was in deeper than anything had ever been and she could feel the head throbbing and pulsing. 

Gale wiggled her hips from side to side, as he pulled out again and froze as he slammed back into her ass. She could not breath for a moment and then she gasped through her nose and around the ball. It hadn't hurt much at all but it felt astonishingly good.

The man started to fuck her ass with slow, smooth, deep strokes. Gale felt her ass press back against his hips each time he paused with his dick as deep as it would go. This was an ass fucking like she had always dreamed about. It could have been anywhere and it still would have been good. Here between these trees just made it even more intense.

Gale was so into the ass fuck that she forgot about the man in front of her. That is, until the plum sized head of his dick bumped her clit. Then it was spreading her outer lips as her hips flexed from fucking the dick behind her. It felt hot and massive as it spread her lips even wider.

It moved lower and rubbed against her opening as her hips moved. Then the man in front whispered in her left ear, "This is going to hurt so good for both of us."

Before Gale could even think about replying, she felt his big dick press upward and she came up on her toes. The head of his dick slowly spread her wet slippery opening. It felt like the biggest toy the Master had ever used on her and then some. She pulled with her arms and felt her toes leave the ground. 

The dick in her ass kept fucking her with long full strokes as the head of the one in her pussy slowly slipped inside. Gale could not breath. She had never felt so stretched and full before. Her hips jerked and twitched from the two assaults. As her arms gave out, she settled slowly down onto the big dick in her pussy.

Gale was coming even before she knew it. Her hips jerked and twitched even harder. She caught her breath sharply and tried to yell as she had never yelled before. It wasn't pain exactly but more a pressure and stretched feeling. It was a full feeling like she had never experienced. He did not move. He didn't have to, she was moving enough at the moment, for both of them. 

When he did move, it was a slow rotation of his hips. Gale felt her clit trapped and rubbing against the shaft of his dick and went ballistic again. The dick in her ass seemed bigger and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what he thought of her tight ass now. 

The moaning and groaning that filtered into her brain from her right ear left no doubt in her mind that she was crushing him. He fucked her harder, which rocked her on the dick in front. Gale came even harder and wondered when she was going to die. 

Either one of these two dicks would be outstanding in normal times. Together, they were too much, way too much but there was nothing she could do about it now. She was between a hard place and a harder place. Any movement on her part just feed more dick into her over stretched pussy and she came again and again.

There wasn't really any pain, not of the bad sort anyway. She was just stuffed and on overload. Her twitching hips rubbed her clit against his massive shaft and that just added to the rolling pleasure she felt throughout her body. The long dick in her ass felt like a dream come true.

Suddenly Gale felt the dick in her pussy moving out of her. She gasped at the empty feeling as it did and then gasped again as it started back in slowly. That filling feeling and the rub on her clit made her try to scream around the ball gag. She felt her inner muscles clamping down on both dicks.




Standing Tall



The guy behind her gave out with a yell and there was a surging warmth deep in her ass. He was coming and bumping his hips against her ass cheeks wildly as he did. This rocked Gale on the big dick in the front and made her yell also as it went in even deeper than before.

The big man in front groaned and whispered, "You are so fucking hot and tight."

Gale wanted to yell that she had never been fucked with a baseball bat before, but couldn't. 

From behind her, gale heard, "Oh man, that was way too fast. I wanted it to last a lot longer." Gale wanted the same thing but right now, she had a much bigger problem. No pun intended. That big dick in her pussy was making her light headed from the pressure and her trapped clit.

Gale wondered what it was going to be like if he ever started to really fuck her. This wasn't the best position for a really big dick but it was the only one available or was it? When the guy in her ass pulled out then...." As she thought it, the guy did pull out of her ass slowly. 

"Man, you had it right about ass fucking. I've got to get me some more of that stuff," the guy said and then he sighed as his dick came free of Gale's ass. "I've never felt anything so tight in my life."

"I'm about the same way with her pussy. I can't get the angle right to fuck her," the man in front said.

"Hey, move around on this side and pull her hips back. Her pussy is low down so this should work better."

Gale heard the conversation from somewhere far away and then groaned as the big dick came out of her pussy. Her hips quivered as an empty feeling flowed over her and for the first time in a long while, she wasn't in the middle of one orgasm or another. Without the men's support her legs felt weak and wobble and she hung by her arms.

A moment later, she felt that big dick slid between her upper thighs and rub across her opening from the rear. It felt even bigger now and that was scary. A massive arm across her lower rib cage lifted her off her feet. His other arm across her hips pulled them backwards. 

Now the ropes attached to her ankles were tight. She was off the ground and angled back enough that just the head of his massive dick rubbed her slit and bumped over her clit. His hips rubbed her ass for a moment and then they dropped lower. The head of his dick pressed firmly to her opening and slowly entered. Gale gasped around the ball gag and let out a wailing moan as the big head went deeper and deeper, stretching her wider and wider.

When he finally paused that first thrust, Gale was a rag doll in his massive arms. She had never been so full and her clit rubbing along that thick shaft had taken her breath away. The four ropes had her arms and legs spread tightly as he pulled out until just the head remained inside her. 

He started to fuck her with slow steady strokes. Gale came totally unglued as that huge dick ran in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She couldn't breath, she couldn't see, she couldn't hear. The only thing in the world was the rolling, boiling pleasure her pussy and clit generated. Sparks flew along her nervous system to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

Somewhere along the line, she caught her breath and then marveled at the fact that his hips were touching her ass on each inward stroke. His whole dick was inside her pussy. The steady filling and emptying of her sex was beyond comprehension. The drag of her clit along that thick shaft in both directions sent sizzling jolts throughout her body.

Gale was in another universe by the time she heard the man grunt softly, plant his hips against her ass, and rock back and forth. The swelling pulse of the large dick planted so deep in her tightly stretched pussy announced his orgasm. It also pushed her even higher in her own.

*****

Gale came back to her senses in her Master's arms. He was carrying her through the trees on the opposite side of the hill from where she had been tied. She still had her cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Short pieces of rope were still attached to the two cuffs she could see. 

Her head was still swimming as he loaded her in the car and covered her with a soft silky blanket. He got into the car next to her and smiled down at her. "Did reality come close to your fantasy?"

Gale moaned softly and whispered, "It was all I imagined and then some."

"Would you do it again?"

Gale moaned even louder as shivers ran up and down her body. That long thin dick up her ass. That huge dick in her pussy. Both together while she was tied and blindfolded outdoors. "Yes," she whispered with a drawn out hissing sound.

"Good, because I gave your two friends a phone number to contact. Next time, they promised to bring a few friends along. How would you like that?"

Gale turned on her side and curled up. She rocked on the seat and moaned. That was all the answer the Master needed. With a grin, he started the car and slowly drove toward the exit to the park. As they passed under the arched gate he said, "How does next weekend sound?"

There was no answer from Gale, who was fast asleep.



Standing Up



"C'mon, let me in, baby," I pleaded as I knocked on the locked door. I was standing there wondering what could be taking her so long. There was not much she could be doing locked in the little video booth, unless...No! I pounded on the door harder, scenarios flashing through my head, each worse than the previous. How could I get myself into this situation?

Well, I should probably start at the beginning of this particularly pleasant evening. It had been a warm, summer day. My wife and I had gone to a friend's house for a swim party. All the women in skimpy bikinis definitely caught my eye. I was sitting by the pool staring at a very cute girl, who was at least 5'10". This caught my interest, as there are very few women who could look me in the eye without looking straight up. Being 6'5" is a serious disadvantage in that area. My wife walked up behind me and whispered in my ear, "You would love to fuck her while standing up, wouldn't you?" 

This brought me back to reality and the lewd pictures in my head immediately stopped. I told my wife that I was not thinking about that and she just nodded and mentioned that I was undressing her with my eyes. I apologized as she went back inside to get something to drink. The rest of the party passed in a blur. I was really horny when we left the party and apparently so was my wife.

We had started driving home and she pulled my cock out and started to suck it while I was driving. I could not drive any longer and I pulled over to the side of the road and told my wife that I would not be able to drive home if she continued to do that. She stopped, put my dick back in my pants, and said, "Let's go somewhere exciting. I don't want to go home. Maybe we could go to that sex shop we passed by last week?"

I agreed, since I wanted to pick up a good porn film. When we finally got there and parked, it was starting to get dark. There were several cars in the parking lot. I wondered if these were regular patrons or people like us. We walked in and saw sex toys all along the side wall. Movies were stacked along the other side wall of the store. To the back of the store there was a hall with a sign above it labeled, Video Booths. I told my wife that I wanted to get a movie and she thought it would be fun to preview some of them and pick the best one.

We went to the counter and bought some tokens for the booth. As we walked towards the booths, my wife grabbed my crotch and began to massage it. We got into the booth and put some tokens in the video machine. It came to life and we scanned through the videos until my wife told me to stop on one where a pretty brunette was being used as a sex toy by four men. We watched this one for a while and she took my dick out and began sucking it. I undid her pants and started fingering her clit. She moaned on my dick, but stopped sucking just before I came. She started to scan through the videos again.

This time she settled on one where a guy was being teased by a blond and her friend. They eventually took turns sucking his hard cock for close to 30 minutes before he came all over them. What I would not give for that kind of stamina! By the end of this video, I was running low on tokens. My wife said she wanted to watch a couple more videos, so I told her that I would go get some more tokens. I got up to leave as she started scanning through videos again. I told her to lock the door and only open it when I got back. I was worried that a stranger could force himself into the booth and take my wife's unprotected pussy. I heard the click of the lock as I walked back up to the front of the store. There seemed to be a lot more people in the store, mostly men.  

I got the additional tokens and returned to our booth. As I walked down the hall, a door swung open and hit me in the chest. A man rushed out of the booth before the one that my wife occupied. He was zipping his fly and obviously had been getting himself off watching the videos. I knocked on the door and froze as I listened to my wife's response. "Uh...huh....Could you give...eh....me...uh couple of minutes? Need to finish...uh...uh." 

"C'mon, let me in, baby," I pleaded as I knocked on the locked door. I was standing there wondering what could be taking her so long. There was not much she could be doing locked in the little video booth other than masturbating, unless...No!

Five minutes later the lock clicked. I was ready beat the crap out of whoever had got in with my wife. I opened the door and my wife was seated in the booth alone. Apparently, I had worried myself for nothing. I put the tokens in the machine and the video she had been watching popped back up. I watched as a man's wife was getting fucked by another man as he watched. My wife told me she wanted this one and went back to playing with herself, pants around her ankles. Then I saw it on her thigh. It was unmistakably...a drop of cum. "What is that?" I asked.

"Oh that was cum from when I was sucking your dick," she replied.

"But I did not cum." "Well, precum then." "That is too much to be precum."

She moved her hand away from her pussy and I noticed liquid dripping from it. I quite sure that she was not that heavy of a cummer, so I pressed for answers. "What on the planet were you doing when I left the booth?"

She got up moved to the side wall of the booth. I saw her hand make a gesture, when I noticed, for the first time, holes in the walls of the booth. I thought to myself that the guy who had rushed out of the booth on the other side must have been watching my wife. That was why he was so keen on getting out of there fast. He must have been embarrassed watching a woman get off through a hole in the wall. She quietly said, "I did this."

I realized just after she said this, what she meant. A dick had come through the hole in the wall and she deftly guided it into her wet pussy. She started pushing back against the wall grunting as the dick plunged into her cunt. "You are too tall to fuck me while standing and I know you wanted to fuck that girl at the party. She was the perfect height for you." 

I was too upset to talk. The woman I love was standing there fucking a stranger through a wall while talking to me. "Too bad you can try this now. Sex while standing up is wonderfully fulfilling. Oohhhhhh....yeah. I am cumming all over your hard cock!"

This was enough for the man on the other side of the wall. He moaned as he came deep inside my wife's unprotected womb, along with the cum from the other men. Realizing that one of these guys would probably knock my wife up, I got up and walked out of the booth. Before my wife could get her pants on and follow, I walked out of the store, got in the car and left.



Standing Up



Chapter 1

I'm a sexed-up guy. Well, I'm sure I'm not alone, guys mostly seem to like sex, me, I adore it.

I am married and, yes, we do have sex, actually pretty often, three, four times a week. Me, I could do it three, four times a day. You see what I mean.

Deb and I have been married six years now, I'm thirty-one and she's twenty-eight. So, we're no longer newly-weds but we're sure not an old married couple, either. It's me, really, I'm just a horny guy, always have been.

I often work from home, Deb works in a local bank, and when I'm at home, well, I often start looking at porn, several of a half-dozen favorite websites that are bookmarked on my PC. I'll sometimes just sit naked at my computer and keep my cock handy for a good video to come along in the list of newly-uploaded offerings.

I was doing just that several months ago when the computer began beeping as I watched two young girls eating each other. It was Skype, the internet video-calling phone software that I had installed a few months back. It seemed that a video caller was online so I took it seeing that it was my mother, Betty.

"Hi, Phil. I took a chance that you'd be working from home today. I saw that you or Deb was on line and just thought I'd see how you'all are doing."

I knew that the webcam was sitting on top of the computer and could see she was basically getting a head shot of me though there was a little of my bare shoulders that were visible.

"Yeah, I'm home, getting caught up on reports. We're all fine. Kids are in school, Deb's at work. Not a lot going on, what about you two?"

"Oh, Henry's traveling, it's that new account he's handling now. Seems there's some problem or other so he got on a plane yesterday morning. Just me around the house. You look comfy, didn't mean to catch you without a shirt on, must be nice to work from home, huh?"

"Yeah, one of the perks, I suppose. No sense in getting dressed-up if I'm not going anywhere."

"So, did I catch you without any pants on, too?"

"Um, well, I guess I'd rather not say," I told her.

"Deb has told me you watch some videos online sometimes. Did I catch you at it?" she asked saucily.

Now, my mother is not some dried-up old bag. She's in her lower to mid-fifties and really looks like an older version of my wife who is medium-height and quite curvy. So, the situation had not necessarily deflated my erection.

"Oh, just relaxing, Betty, you know how it is."

"Stand up, let me see, Phil," she asked.

"Well, I don't know..." I evaded.

"Come on, Phil, we're family, after all," she urged.

"You really want me to stand up?"

"Sure, I'm curious about what you do all day at home. Maybe I'll tell you what I do when I'm home alone."

With that I stood up and I could see in the split screen that the picture was cut off right at my navel.

"Oh, can I ask you to tilt the webcam down a little?"

Well, she wanted it, so I reached over and moved it down as I watched my hard swollen cock appear on the monitor.

"Oh, my. Very nice indeed. I hope my daughter is fully appreciative of what I see. I certainly am. And shaved, too, that's really sexy. Was that your idea or Deb's?" she asked naughtily. 

"Um, kind of her's, she said a friend of her's told her how she was giving her husband oral sex more now that he was shaving down there."

"So, her idea but you're the beneficiary, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's true," I told her, grinning.

"Were you looking at porn?"

"Well, I was just taking a break from work, you know how it is," I rather lamely answered.

"Had you started? You know, getting off?"

"You're very curious, Betty."

"Perhaps I'm might just like to watch."

There it was. My mother wanted to watch me jack-off.

"That would be rather naughty of us both, you know."

"I know. So?"

"That's what you want to see, me jacking off?"

"Yes, it will surely get me in the mood, please go ahead."

"It will just be between the two of us, of course," I said and she agreed so I moved the webcam down and lined it up to get a good view of my cock and pulled the bottle of lube out of the desk drawer that Deb and I each use for looking at porn.

I squeezed some on my hand and began taking long, slow strokes up and back along my shaft leaning back in the chair as I watched my mother watching me.

"Mmm, feels good, you like watching, Betty?"

"Oh, yes, it's rather hotter than I'd even imagined," she replied as I saw some tell-tale movement of her arm below the cut-off point of the picture.

I went on masturbating as my wife's mother watched my every stroke and soon I was getting very close. There was no doubt that her watching was adding to the sensuality of the whole thing.

"Mmm, I'm close, really close," I groaned as I threw my head back and arcs of cum went spurting up from my cock landing on the keyboard and my knee and thigh.

"Oh, quite a show, Phil. You really do have a lot of semen. I'd forgotten how younger men are. It even looks like you're still pretty hard."

I took my hand away and showed her how my cock was still erect.

"Yeah, I'm still pretty hard. Might have to do it again in a bit."

"Are you able to cum again, right after? Or do you have to wait and like re-charge your batteries?"

"Oh, I can usually cum a second time, why?"

"Would you do it again? For your mother? Your horny mother-in-law?" she asked coyly.

"Well, maybe just for you, Betty."

"Would you like me to join you? You've made me very excited this morning, Phil. I'm feeling quite naughty after seeing your wonderful cock cum so beautifully."

"Sure, it's nice to have company," I told her and I watched in surprise as my wife's mother began taking her clothes off as I watched her from three hundred miles away.

As her bra slid off her arms, I got a preview of how my wife would possibly look in a few years down the road and was pleased. Betty's breasts did have a slight hang to them it was really only minor, they looked quite lovely to me with their nice, tight nipples and luscious undercurve.

She bent down pulling her shorts down and stood there naked except for a pair of bikini panties which, as she looked directly at the camera, she began to pull down.

Fully naked, now, she stood there for me to see. She was perfectly shaven just like her daughter.

"Guess I'm not too bad for an old broad," she said laughing.

"Oh, Betty, you sure are making me hard. Look," and I turned sideways for her to see.

"My that's outstanding in the true sense of the word, Phil," she said as she sat down in her chair and adjusted the webcam. Then she lifted her feet up to the desk, one on each side of the computer, opening herself for display as she said, "I guess this is how it's done, it's a first for me."

"It sure works for me, Betty, you are one hot, sexy woman for sure," I told her as she began rubbing her fingers across her pussy, spreading a glistening film of her juices between her legs.

I put more lube in my hand and began again.

"Will you cum as much the second time, Phil? Or will it be less?" she asked.

"Probably less though I sure have something arousing to watch, I'm sure that'll help."

"Why thank you, that's a nice thing to say. I haven't had a nice complement on my body like that in a long time. Thank you."

"Mmm, thank you, Betty, for making me so hard I can do it again."

We both masturbated quietly except for a few soft moans here and there as we watched one other.

"Mmm, mmm, are you getting close, Phil?"

"Not quite yet, it's my second time you know, one right after the other."

"I'll slow down then, maybe we can have our orgasms at the same time. That would be nice, huh?"

"Yes, a lovely way to bond with one's mother, cumming together, so to speak," I told her as I slid my fist up and down.

"Yes, it is and we don't even have to be in the same room. Maybe it's s good thing we aren't," she added suggestively.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to comment on that or not. She was a sexy woman and, yes, I was attracted to her just as I am to her daughter who resembles her so much.

She had two fingers inside now as her other hand fingered her clit, she was going at it with both hands, something women can easily do; lucky them.

"Are you closer now?" she asked and I told her I was.

"Mmm, oh, this is so hot doing this together, Betty. I think I'm learning more about you."

"Oh, there's more you don't know, believe me," she said back.

"Like what?" I wanted to know.

"Well, there may be a time and place for that, just be patient."

I didn't know what that might mean, only that it was another little interesting facet to my wife's mother.

I like to masturbate slowly, taking my time, savoring the feelings, so perhaps I was slower than Betty was expecting, plus I'd just jacked-off already. I'm now over thirty so things have slowed down a bit below the waist. But, I was getting there.

"Just another minute or two, Betty. It's helping that I have such a sexy woman to look at."

"Yes, I'm enjoying this even more than I'd thought. Maybe it's a good thing that we're not together doing this."

It was another comment that had me wondering, though it was pretty direct, wasn't it?

I slowly stroked as she watched and fingered herself in and out as her other hand rubbed her clit. She was now going a little faster and I could now feel the telltale tingling in the head of my cock; I was close, very close.

"Yes, this is it, Betty," I told her as arcs of cum began spurting up out the head of my cock as I stroked on.

"UNNH, UNNH, uh, uh, mmm, mmm," I groaned as I watched my mother begin to tremble as she pleasured herself.

"Oh, yes, now, UMM, MMM, MMM, OOH, OOH, umm, mmm, oh, so good, mmm," she cried out.

We both continued for a minute longer then she took her fingers out and brought them to her mouth and sucked their flavor off. More about her that I didn't know before. What a sexy, hot woman.

"Whew, that was intense. Was it good for you, Phil?"

"Oh, Betty, that was just the best. You've made my day for sure. I'm so glad you called."

"Well, so am I. Rather a surprise but quite a wonderful one at that. We must do this again, sometime, Phil. Do you do yourself very often? I know that's quite a personal question but, after all, we''re both naked."

"Indeed we are and I'm still enjoying the view as you can see," I told her as I lifted up my hard cock for her to see.

"Yes, it's really thrilling to think that I can still elicit such a reaction in a man. Makes me feel rather younger again, for which I thank you."

"Don't thank me, it's your lovely body that did it. After all I married a younger version of that same body. You two could be sisters, you know."

"Oh, now you're making me wish I was right there with you, Phil. And that means I should sigh-off."

"Well, if you must. It's been a wonderful visit with you. We must do this again soon."

"Are you working from home tomorrow?"

Well, what have we started, I wondered.

"Um, no, but I will on Thursday."

"See you on Thursday. Don't dress up," and she signed off as I sat there with my cock in the air, hard as ever.

I did a few more reports, then jacked-off one more time, my eyes closed reliving the earlier moments with my naked mother splayed open masturbating for me as we watched one another. God, it was so sexy.

Chapter 2

Right at ten AM, my computer beeped with a Skype call from my mother. Opening the window, all I saw was a screen showing the office room in my in-law's house with no one in sight.

"Are you there, Phil," I heard Betty ask.

"I'm here, where are you?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, sure," I replied as I saw my mother enter the picture...naked. A twinge went right to my cock as she stepped in front of the webcam and stood there.

"Can't be too careful, can we?"

"No, I suppose not. So how are you today other than quite lovely which I can see for myself?"

"Horny, how about you? Yours rather shows, doesn't it? Quite nice. May I get a close-up?"

Well, she is family so I moved close to the camera as the head of my cock loomed large as I refocused the webcam.

"Oh, very nice. It's nice to get to know it better. More like seeing it in person. Almost like I can reach out and touch it. Maybe another time, thanks," she said making me wonder again where this was all headed.

"Shall we enjoy ourselves?" she asked as she sat down and put her heels on the desk to begin rubbing.

I moved back and sat down, getting the bottle of lube and putting a few drops on my hand, then began taking long, slow strokes.

"So, when's Henry coming back from his trip, Betty?" I asked.

"Oh, tomorrow night. We'll have some time tomorrow if you'll be home," she offered. I think she's really getting into us getting off together over the internet. I was sure that probably at that moment, there were all kinds of people on Skype doing lots of naughty things, I was glad I was one of them. My mother was turning out to be one sexy woman.

"Well, I have two appointments in the afternoon but the morning's open, sure, let's have some more fun tomorrow morning. I'll be horny again."

"So will I, Phil. Our little get togethers have been making me quite aroused. I just hope I don't give Henry a heart attack when he gets home tomorrow night."

"Yeah, I'm afraid I've taken some of this out on your lovely daughter the last few nights. I see her come home and, well, she looks so much like you that I just follow her upstairs and when she's changing, well, I don't let her get into comfy clothes too quickly."

"You have the advantage of a spouse being home. Me, I have to take care of it myself. This has really gotten me wound-up. More than in a long time."

"I hope you're enjoying our little sessions, I certainly am." 

"There's only one thing I'd enjoy more but, for now, let's just enjoy this," she said as we both continued. It was another somewhat cryptic remark that made me even harder, if that was possible.

"Mmm, this is nice, Phil, feels good. How's it for you?"

"Good."

"Do you like your cock sucked? I suppose most men do."

"Well, then I'd be pretty typical, I suppose, yes, I do. Is it something you like to do?"

I figured I'd ask her back just to raise the stakes a bit, this was getting interesting.

"Well, it's something that I've always loved doing. I think it's the feeling of being able to give such extreme pleasure, something that will make a man just achieve the heights of ecstasy, that I find so erotic and pleasing. It's something that I rather miss doing."

I didn't think I wanted to pursue that as it seemed reflective on Betty's private life with her husband.

"Well, it's something I sure love."

"I'll keep that in mind," she replied, another somewhat vague comment that seemed suggestive. We kept pleasuring ourselves as we each watched the other hundreds of miles away.

Soon, we had completed another session with each other in a far more intimate fashion than I'd ever dreamed possible. My mother was an incredibly sexy woman and my desire for her was something that had surprised me but had grown with each time we entertained one another in this most-intimate way.

Betty and I continued our online masturbation trysts a couple of times each week and after we had been doing it for a month or so, Deb told me her mom was planning a visit. That news usually doesn't cause my cock to harden but it did this time. The possibilities, though unconfirmed by my mother, were greatly expanded now that we were on such an intimate basis with one another. I was greatly anticipating her upcoming visit.

The next Tuesday, when the beep alerted me of an incoming videocall, I was ready to ask about her upcoming visit.

"Good morning, Betty," I greeted her sitting naked as usual for our get-togethers.

"Good morning to you, Phil," she said as she slipped her negligee off her shoulders baring her lovely breasts for me.

"You're looking quite beautiful this morning. Makes me wish we were together. I hear that we soon will be, that you're visiting us in a few weeks."

"Yes, I'm quite excited, are you?"

"Even more than usual, Betty. I hope I can see all this in person," I tell her as she adjusts the camera to show more of her nakedness.

"It's nice to have a man want to see me naked these days, Phil, I surely do appreciate it."

"Well, you're quite lovely and certainly a lot sexier than I ever gave you credit for."

"You might just find out how sexy your mother really is, Phil. Are you feeling good, getting close?" she asked as she rubbed briskly over her wet pussy, her legs wide before the webcam.

"Mmm, yeah, really good. I'm so horny this morning, looking at you like this is making my cock so hard," I told her.

"I like that, Phil, mmm, think about it going in here," she said as she pushed two fingers up inside and fucked herself for me.

There was no question that our talk had gotten more suggestive and serious; her visit would be interesting, for sure.

As she stroked her fingers in and out she also began rubbing circles around her clit, moaning softly.

Watching her was so erotic, such a turn on; I'd watched Deb masturbate before, always enjoyed it but seeing her mother doing it was even more sensual, it must have been the taboo nature of our online rendezvous that added the spiciness and naughtiness to it. I suspected that Betty enjoyed that just as much as I did.

"Mmm, I feel super-horny today, maybe I've just been wanting to be online with you again, Phil. I love watching that beautiful cock of yours when it cums. It just sends a jolt right through me."

"Well, Betty, watching you sends some jolts through me, too."

"You make an old lady feel so nice. Thank you."

I decided to let her know that I might be interested in upping the ante a bit myself.

"I'd like to find a way to make my sexy mother feel even better when she come to visit."

"Now, Phil, don't be having naughty thoughts. Let's just enjoy this for now. That's in the future, who knows what might happen," she said suggestively as she continued masturbating.

"Are you close, Betty?" I asked trying to time our orgasms. We had gotten quite good at pulling off simultaneous orgasms and we did again that morning.

We met online a couple of times each week and the time for her visit drew nearer and nearer.

She was driving and had left home on a Monday morning, quite early, she wanted to be on the road before rush hour, and I planned on being home for lunch and work from home the rest of the day. It's an understatement to say that my cock was hard with anticipation, I was like steel.

So, I fixed a sandwich after I got back home and was sitting there eating the second half of it when the backdoor opened and in walked my mother.

"Well, hello, fancy you wearing clothes, I hardly recognized you," she said smiling as she put down her suitcase.

"I'm just finishing a sandwich, can I fix you one?"

She agreed and we sat there at the kitchen table talking about her drive down when it seemed obvious that we had other things on our minds.

"Well, if you'd take my case to the guest room, I think I'll freshen up with a nice shower."

So I got up and took her suitcase and followed her up the stairs to the spare bedroom. The view I had was quite nice and was certainly keeping me interested.

I put the case on a stand by the bed and turned to go.

"There's just room for two if I remember correctly, in case you'd like to join me, Phil," she offered.

I'd had some idea that we would be upping the ante after the many days we'd spent watching each other masturbate.

"It will fit two, that I can attest to, it would be a pleasure to join you," I told her.

With that we both began, quite normally and quite at ease with one another, removing our clothes. I was first, so I stood there, quite erect as you can imagine, as she pulled down her panties. I reached in the shower and turned the water on as she took the soap and handed it to me.




Standing Up



"I always think the other person gets me cleaner than I do myself," she said smiling as she stepped in under the falling water. I got in next to her and pulled the door closed, then lathered my hands and began soaping her lovely, soft breasts.

She had soaped her hands now and was diligently cleaning my cock grinning at me as she asks, "Let me know when I get it clean enough."

I was greatly enjoying rubbing my soapy hands all over her, especially when she spread apart for me to get her sparkling clean underneath her.

"Mmm, I need that, Phil, I was so wet and sweaty between my legs, all the way down here. That''s all your fault, you know. Are you close?" she asked as she continued stroking my cock.

"Well, not far but I think we're gonna run out of warm water pretty quick." 

"Well, let's finish up then, I'll take care of that after," she said as I turned the shower off.

We both toweled off and then she stepped to me and embraced me as we kissed. My hands roamed over her back and backside as did hers on mine. It was just super sexy and I was hard as a rock.

"You really do get hard, Phil. I'd forgotten how nice that is. Makes me want to get to know it even better."

I kissed her again and we went into her room and she turned down the covers on the bed. I knew then where this was headed.

"Join me, Phil?" she asked as she lay down and rubbed herself for a moment as I got down on the bed with her.

"I've had this fantasy about sucking your cock, I've watched you masturbate so often that every time I watched you I wanted it in my mouth. Any chance of fulfilling your mother's fantasy?" she asked as she rolled on her side and took hold of my throbbing cock.

"I would never want to deny anyone their fantasy, Betty, but it has to be on the condition that I live out mine as well."

"And what might that be?"

"That I give my masturbation partner oral sex as well. It's something I just love to do and I've watched that pretty pussy of yours for so long that I'd be most happy to kiss and lick it, my dear."

"I think that sounds lovely. I've been wanting this for a while, have you?" she asked me naughtily.

"Maybe I shouldn't say this but, yes, I have," I replied as she bent down sliding her wet lips down over the crown of my cock and onto my shaft to begin sucking me. I lay back deeply enjoying her tender sexual comforting. She sucked me so softly it was even better than her daughter who is masterful on my cock. Of course, this would be my secret, after all, it's not nice to compare, right?

"Oh, you are so good, Betty, mmm, I won't last long like this, just so good, mmm."

She was looking up at me while she sucked, I think she knew how good she was and, like I said, it wasn't long.

"Mmm, oh, UUH, UUH, UMM, mmm, mmm," I groaned as the flood of release came followed by the ecstasy taking over my entire body as my semen spurted into my mother's welcoming mouth as she sucked and sucked. It was heavenly.

"Oh, Betty, that is so good, mmm, just so good, you are the best. Just wonderful."

She raised up smiling at me, saying, "I'm glad you liked it, I was thinking of that all the way down here this morning and now I'm so horny, I'd love some relief myself, if you don't mind."

I got up on my knees gripping my cock as I moved between her legs.

"No, oral is fine, Phil. I just don't think we should have intercourse, after all, Debbie is my daughter."

So, I crouched down and began licking her inner thighs which were wet and slippery with all her juices. She ran her fingers into my hair as she gently held me to her while I licked and tongued underneath her.

"Mmm, oh, god, I won't last long from this, it's so good, oh, mmm," she moaned as she lifted her legs up over my shoulders. I got my fingers up to open her to tongue her more deeply and she just went off like a rocket.

"OOH, OOH, AYYE, AYYE, UUUH, UUUH, uh, mmm, oh, mmm, mmm," she screamed as she locked her ankles around my head and pulled me tight into her trembling body.

"Oh, Phil, oh, that was so good, I can't believe how good," she groaned as she unlocked her legs and pulled me up over her covering my face with kisses. "Mmm, it's been a long time since I've had a man's head between my legs and I haven't had an orgasm like that in a long, long time. Thank you."

I kissed her and said, "Thank you, Betty, for all the times we've had together on Skype and now this. It's been wonderful."

"Yes, it has, just lovely. Naughty, yes, but quite lovely," she told me with another hug.

"We can do more if you ever want," I added hoping I wasn't pushing things too far.

But, she kissed me again and whispered, "Well you're tempting me, Phil, one just never knows."

We got up and got dressed as Deb had said she was coming home a bit early to be with her mom. I'd already greatly enjoyed being with her mom already in a new and most intimate way.

Chapter 3

I did have a series of meetings and customer visits on Tuesday so by the time I got home, Deb was already home and the two of them were preparing a nice dinner. It was the next day that I was looking forward to, I planned on being home all day and was interested to see where the day might go.

We were all up for breakfast the next morning and after Deb left for work, her mom stood up and said, "Well, I'm off to shower, like a repeat from Monday?"

"I'd love nothing more, Betty," I said as I stood up. "Why don't we use the master shower, there's more room," and we went upstairs to our bathroom and I watched as Betty took off her robe and negligee. She was pantiless underneath.

"Mmm, you look lovely this morning," I said as I took off my robe and briefs exposing my hard cock to her once again.

"Mmm, yes, there it is again, all manly and eager," she said reaching out for my cock.

"It likes what I see, Betty, what man wouldn't."

"I'm just happy that there's one who does. Am I really making you this hard," she asked as she squeezed gently.

"You are. I find you to be an extremely sexy woman, just like your daughter."

"Do you think my daughter would mind if I borrowed a bit of this?" she said, squeezed again.

"You can always ask her," I quipped, not trying to push things.

We stepped into the shower while it cascaded water down on us as we kissed, then separated to soap each other in a most erotic way. It was so nice to have the bigger shower, it wasn't cramped at all. Of course, Deb and I had showered together many times, even fucked a few times. I was hoping that her mother and I might end up doing the same.

She was stroking me wonderfully as I was soaping her all over, especially getting up under her as she spread her stance.

"Mmm, I love your hands up under me like this," she crooned.

"You feel so good, all slippery and sexy like this."

"I'd forgotten how nice coed showers are, am I getting this good and clean?" she asked as both her hands gripped my lathered cock pulling and pushing back and forth.

"Very clean and you may just empty it out pretty soon."

"Oh, I'll slow down then. I've got other plans," she said suggestively as my heart rate went up.

"Perhaps we should towel-off, then" I asked, interested in what she had in mind.

We got out and dried-off then she led me back to the guest room and pulled back the covers and asked me to lay down. I figured that now I was going to get fucked by my mother.

I was hoping that she would get up over me and lower herself down on my cock but, no, she knelt next to me and took me in her mouth instead. Now, I simply couldn't be sorry that I was getting a lovely blowjob even though, at that moment, I would have rather been fucking her, I was happy nonetheless.

And, she was kneeling so that her butt was up along side me with that nice, plump, wet pussy peeking out beckoning me to it as I reached up and traced my finger along the moisture-filled groove.

She moaned when I touched her, then again when I slid my finger inside to begin fucking her with it. I would occasionally take it out and suck my finger clean of her juices, then reinsert it to pleasure her more.

I tried easing her leg up over me and managed to get her in a sixty-nine position so she could drop down for me to tongue as she sucked my cock.

We spent the entire day together naked. I did have some work to do and Betty assisted me at the computer by holding my cock for me while I typed and read emails and such, it was a wonderful way to work.

We had oral sex four times that day and just thoroughly enjoyed one another's bodies. Except for fucking. Well, that was okay, after all, it was exciting as it was.

I had to be out of the house all day on Thursday but knew that Friday would be a repeat of Wednesday as I would again be working from home with the excellent help of my sexy mother.

We were sitting at the kitchen table having the last of the coffee when Deb left for work. Soon after, Betty suggested we go shower.

As soon as the water warmed up, we both stepped inside and had another wonderful erotic shower together. Then, drying off, she invited me back to bed.

"I'd love nothing better," I told her as I followed her lovely butt into her bedroom and got on the bed together. She lay on her side facing me as we embraced and began kissing. The, suddenly, she just rolled onto her back pulling me with her so I ended up on top of her as she opened her legs, wrapping them up around my back and whispered, "Fuck me, Phil, I want you to fuck me."

I raised up and she quickly reached down, took my cock and moved it to her pussy as I pushed right up inside her.

"Mmm, is this better? What you've wanted?" she asked.

"Yes, mmm, you feel wonderful, just what I've wanted."

"Well, I had a little talk with Deb, told her how her father and I weren't having sex any more and how I was still wanting it. I didn't even ask if I could have you, she just went ahead and told me to borrow you while I was here."

Now, I knew. Now I knew when she left this morning when she'd said she had a surprise for me, something I was bound to enjoy.

"So, that's what she meant when she left, about a surprise for me, something I'd enjoy?"

"Well, I hope you are, Phil. I know I am, it's so nice that I have a daughter who's not the jealous type."

Well, it was greatly pleasurable as I took nice, long, slow strokes in and out on my wife's mother. She was as tight as her daughter which was very, very nice. I looked down at her and she was smiling up at me.

"You look happy, Betty."

"Oh, Phil, I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed this. Masturbating with you has been great fun but, oh, to have a man's hard cock fucking me, well, there's just no substitute. So, thank you, Phil. And, Deb, too, I owe this to her," she said as she raised her legs around my back and locked her ankles behind me, firmly coupling us together.

"Yes, I need to thank Debbie myself. It's the nicest thing I think she's ever done for me."

"Aren't you sweet, Phil. Just for that, we can do this again after lunch if you'd like. I've missed this much more than I'd realized."

"I'll check my appointment book but I think I can manage it. Kidding aside, it would be a true pleasure. You are quite a woman in bed, I must say."

"That's very nice to hear, it's something I haven't heard in some time. And, I must say, you know quite well how to make a woman happy. This is wonderful. There's also a little added surprise waiting for you later, I understand."

"Oh? What's that?"

"Well, Deb is going to tell you but promise to be surprised when she does, okay? Want me to tell you?"

I agreed and she said, "Your sweet wife want the three of us to begin having sex together, even sleeping in your nice king-sized bed together. She wants to share you with her mother and I think that's the nicest thing a daughter could do for her mother. Especially one as horny as I am."

"It might just be the nicest thing she's done for me, as well," I told her as I stroked my cock in and out of her.

"Mmm, I don't even feel guilty keeping you from doing your paperwork. Naughty me, huh?"

"Oh, it'll get done, this is so much more fun."

And, it was. My wife's mom was about twenty years older than me but it made no difference at all. She made wonderful moves under me as we were fucking and that afternoon we did it doggie-style and it might just have been the best sex I've ever had. She fucked me most of the time, having me hold steady and she had control of the tightness of her pussy like no other woman I've ever experienced.

Betty and I were dressed and ready for Deb's return home from work that afternoon and when she came in, the first thing she said was, "You two look like you've been having a good time of it. How was it, Mom, you like what I've been getting all these years?"

"Oh, dear, you are one lucky woman and, well, now I am, too. Thank you for being so generous with your mother," and Betty embraced Deb and kissed her.

"You're welcome, Mom, I do understand and I'm glad you're happy. And what about you, mister, you look pretty happy yourself," she said to me, grinning.

"Oh, hon, now I see where you get it all. It's been a real pleasure, thank you."

"All the thanks I need is to see the smiles on the two I love the most. Let's go up so I can change and we can discuss how we want the rest of your visit to go, okay?" she said as we all went up to our master bedroom.

"So, Mom, can I take it that you're pretty happy with my decision to share Phil with you?"

"Oh, honey, it's just made me come alive again. I just never thought I'd ever have a man ever again. I simply can't describe how wonderful it is. I kept your husband very busy today."

"Yes, she did, Deb, now I see where you get it from," I told her.

"Maybe it is in the genes," said Deb, "Now, what's your work schedule for next week, hon? Mom has decided to stay a little longer, it seems."

So I told her I had a meeting on Tuesday morning and two customer visits after but that was all.

"Okay. So, you and Mom will have all day Monday together, that's nice. And for this weekend and the rest of the nights while she's here, I think it would be fun for Mom and I to see just how much stamlna you've got. Maybe you'll need some of those pills. Um, didn't you get some samples of them when you got your last check-up?"

"Oh, yeah, packs of all three. Um, they're in my dresser somewhere," I told her.

"Better find 'em, that's my advice. Mom and I are gonna fuck you silly."

By now Deb was in her bra and panties as usual changing into her at-home clothes when she said, "Maybe I'll just stay like this. What do you think, Mom, wanna join me, give hubby here a little show? Did you leave anything in the poor guy?"

"Oh, we'll see if he can get it up, maybe he should just wear those nice, tight briefs of his. So we can see if we're doing any good."

So, we all stripped down to our undies and went down to prepare supper and have some wine while we did.

As Deb was making Chicken Parmesan, using some red sauce that she'd already made, just as she was turning over the chicken breasts, I came up behind her and slipped my arms through hers and cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze.

"Mmm, take my bra off, hon, I'd like it better that way," she suggested. I asked her if she was concerned about grease spatter and she said she wasn't as she was turning off the stove. So, off came her bra, I'm never one to not follow a request for a woman to get naked.

"I'm not being left behind," Betty said as her bra now hung over the back of her chair.

"Should we get completely naked?" I asked as I pulled my briefs to the floor, my erection now free and happy.

As soon as I looked back up, my two ladies were as bare as I was.

"Well, this is nice, let's just be nudists," Betty said and we all agreed and they served up the pasta as I poured the wine.

It was wonderful, as everything Deb does is wonderful, and the new experience of dining in the raw seemed to be eagerly accepted by all. I sat between Deb and Betty and my cock was never without an admirer.

So, a simple Skype call forever changed my relationship with my mother and brought her closer, even into our bed where we have since shared many, many nights of love and lust.

She's happier now, I'm happier now and Deb's happier now.

Oh, and Betty and I still masturbate for each other when she's back home. But she does visit quite a lot more. You can see why, right?



Standing with Fiona



Fiona started working at the office on 1st May. She was given a desk on the second floor in my line of sight. She wore jumpers a size too small and skirts an inch shorter than office regulations. Her figure was great, both what she revealed and what I imagined of what was covered. By the time the second week had come around just by watching her was getting a little horny. Well a lot horny.

So I asked her out. Meal, cinema, the usual ritual. And then she asked me back for a coffee.

As we walked into her flat my mind was working overtime. Did she mean coffee, or did she mean what we all think coffee means.

She waved me towards a two-seater sofa, and sat down next to me. No hint of coffee cups and coffee spoons. So I took the hint and let my arm fall around her shoulders, pulled her close to me, and taking a chance let my hand first brush the side of her breast, then brush again, then fondle. 

At first their was no response. Then her hand fell heavily in my crutch, almost but not quite hard enough to hurt. Her hand caressed the denim of my crutch, enclosing balls and dick, tickling, arousing. My dick hardened, constrained by briefs and jeans, responding to her hand. "So," she whispered in my ear "we going to fuck?"

I guess I smiled. She stood up, pulled off her jumper, and revealed the perfect breasts I had been imagining. Stunned by the speed of events I flopped in the sofa and stared. "Well, come on," she said, "get your clothes off."

Speechless I struggled to my feet and started to comply. My top came off easily enough, with Fiona helping, her hands all over me. And it was her hands that undid my belt, unfastened my jeans, and dropped them so they hang around my knees. She took her own trousers off, and her knickers with them, in one smooth movement. She leaned towards me. "Socks," she whispered. It didn't make much sense, then I realised she wanted me to take my socks off. So there I was standing with my jeans around my knees, trying to stand on one leg and take my socks off, and all the while she was there in front of me. Laughing she started bouncing up and down, and my eyes followed her breasts, up and down, up and down.

My trousers came off - it was that or fall over - and I stood before her in my underpants, with plenty of evidence of activity down below. She had a great body and I wanted her, but this was the living room and the lights were on full. I felt uncomfortable, exposed.

"Well take them off" she said. It made sense. So I pulled them down, my cock shooting up, erect and straining for action. She laughed. Why do women always? "You look ready," she said, and wit the tips of her fingers tickled my balls. My cock, already hard, stiffened and pushed up another half an inch. "You're not going to last long" she said - and all too true, I was well fired. "Lets do it standing up" she said, "that way we'll both have fun."

I'ld scarcely done more than nod and smile through this undressing. And suddenly she was all over me. Her arms around me, her lips on mine, my cock pushing against her. And in a moment she had managed it so that I was in her, her legs around my waist, and I was holding her up against the iron hinge of my dick.

I staggered back a step or two. Fiona was slim, but a girl still weighs a lot when you are holding her. Braced with my legs apart, my lips on hers, and my shaft pushed its full length into her warm, wet hole I tried to let nature take its course. 

Somehow it wasn't working. I was in all my eight inches, with nothing left to thrust. Fiona was feeling heavy, but only by lifting her whole weight an inch or two and letting her fall back again could I get some friction on my cock. It was tantalising. I was gorged with sex - her legs around me, her lips, her arms, my shaft thrust deep within her - and the tension was building without any sign of relief. 

Fiona was moaning. She was writhing and thrashing as her excitement grew. And I strove to thrust. I stood there for a long time, holding her, feeling her mounting excitement, feeling myself on the brink, but not quite crossing it, not quite getting relief.

And then I heard a key in the front door, and a young man walked into the room.

Time stood still. I was facing him, looking past Fiona's lips and over her shoulder. She didn't see him, and clearly hadn't heard him. I froze.

He stood there, and did nothing. said nothing, didn't do the decent thing and leave us. So there I was, holding a woman, my cock rock hard and close to shooting, and there's a guy watching.

I don't know how it might have ended. I think I might have lost it, hard though I was. But just then Fiona reached her destination. Her moans rose to a scream, her cunt squeezed hard, her body throbbed. And my body responded. With an effort I lifted her, then dropped her down while thrusting. I felt my balls tense. My feet apart braced to stand with her weight and mine I struggled for release. And then the final effort, and my shaft stretched and hard as an iron bar the heat erupted through my dick, and I shot, and shot, and shot, and shot.

The juices spent I began to wilt. My back ached. I put Fiona down, and we pulled apart.

The guy applauded. Fiona jumped, turned, and shouted "Steve," then, "I didn't think you would be back tonight ..."

I don't know what sort of relationship they had. Steve seemed unfazed at seeing her fucked by another man. But it had made him horny. He kissed her hard, pulled his clothes off, and revealed a cock ready for action. He looked in my direction and shouted "fuck off," but I ignored him.

No standing for Steve. He threw her down on the carpet, and followed her. With haste he inserted his cock, pushed it home, and started thrusting rapidly. Instantly rearoused I knelt down, and put my dick, dripping with her juice and my cum, towards her lips. 

She licked. She sucked. Freed from the constraints of standing I thrust my hips, planting my cock in her warm, wet, mouth Fiona was well aroused. In seconds she started to orgasm, a long prolonged series of jerks and screams. Steve wasn't far behind. A few fast, deep thrusts and the grimace of ecstasy on his face proved his orgasm. And Fiona responded with another orgasm tripped, and suddenly I was cumming, and cumming, and shooting till spent.



Standoff



Another tale, another theme it seems! This one came together after I lost the battle of sleep on night and just had to write.

Again I would like to thank my wonderful editor jacuzzigal for her help and assistance.

After you read the story, comment! 

I hope you enjoy.

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Oh God, don't let this be true, I thought as I weaved my car in and out of traffic.

He can't be serious.

Or can he?

Just a half hour ago, I was working at the bank helping a family secure a loan for their first house. Then the call came. The police. My husband had been seen with a gun in the house.

"A gun?"

"Yes Ma'am, a neighbor came over to elpingborrow an item and saw him. Seems he's threatening suicide. We need you here to help us talk him out of it."

Suicide? But Conner loved life. He has always been so happy go lucky. Why would he––?

It can't be about. . .

I pushed that thought away as I turn onto our street. It was a circus. Several police cruisers lined the road, as their former occupants surrounded the house. There was even a live truck from the local TV station set up in Old Man Parker's yard.

I tried to maneuver the car to get by all the commotion, to get to him, but an officer stopped me. 

"Miss, you have to go around. We have a situation here and––"

"That's my house, Officer! My husband!" I interrupted him, my voice a scream. The man looked at me for a second then waved me in. I parked the car and then exited, only to be attacked by the local media.

"Is your husband overly violent Mrs. Richards?"

"Has he tried to kill himself before?"

"Is he wanted for any crimes elsewhere?"

I had no idea how to answer these people. Why can't they just leave me alone? My husband. My love. He needs me but they swarmed around me, preventing me from getting to him.

An officer grabbed my arm and rescued me from the vultures. She led me to van across the street from my home. Outside it, several men were talking around a small table.

"I can get a man in the house right there. Should be able to get a good shot from there."

"We're not here to kill him," another man answered. "We have to help him."

"He's a danger to himself and us. If he attacks my men then––"

"NO!" I yelled at them.

They all turned to me. As they started to ask who the hell I was, the young lady officer answered them.

"This is Mrs. Richards."

"Oh! Thank you Carrie." The second man approached me. "Ma'am, I am Toby Curtis. I am the negotiator for the local PD. Can I talk to you for a second?"

The first man stopped him "We need to know how many weapons he has. Could be a damn militia man in there and––"

"We don't own a gun!" I interrupted. "I don't know where he got the one you say he has."

"Must have just gotten it. That's good, we can case the local gun shops and––"

"Rick, could you let me do my job first before you start shooting?"

The look on my face seemed to stop this Rick guy. Are they serious about shooting my husband?

"Come here, Mrs. Richards." Toby led me away. "I have to ask you some questions. Has your husband been depressed lately?"

"No, not really." Liar, I told myself. I have to tell them about. . . No they don't need to know that.

He sighed. "Ma'am––may I call you Jennifer?" 

I nodded. 

"Did you know that your husband quit his job two days ago?"

"No he couldn't have. We were just talking last night. He was so happy and––"

"You mean he was happier than normal?"

"Well we had been having problems but I got us past them and we were better. He was happy."

"What kind of problems?"

"Sir, that doesn't have any bearing on––"

"Jennifer, I hate to pry, but the more information we have, the more we can help your husband."

Another officer came running up to us. 

"Hey Toby. We have made contact with the individual."

"How? I thought the phone wasn't working."

"Somehow he's got a signal going to the live truck across the street. They say we can use their equipment if they can get an exclusive to broadcast."

"I don't like this. How could he get a signal to them?"

"My husband used to work at the station. He was the engineer for their truck. He installed half that gear in there so if anyone could he could," I answered. I don't think I hid my pride in his intellect from my voice.

They led me to the news truck. It was much like I remembered it. Oh a different carpet on the floor but there was still all those buttons and stuff. How Conner kept it all straight in his head, I don't know.

Inside, one of the pretty reporters that assaulted me before was talking into a microphone while looking at one of the screens. To my horror Conner was in the screen.

His appearance had changed so much it scared me. He was bare-chested and had cut his normally shoulder-length hair into a near buzz cut. But the thing that scared me the most on the slightly fuzzy picture was the gun in his hand. Conner hated guns. He knew that I was afraid of them. Why did he have one? Unless...fear gripped my heart.

Toby grabbed the mic away from the lady. "Conner, this is Toby Curtis. I am here to help you."

"Shut up!" Conner's voice was unlike anything I had ever heard before from him. It was filled with anger, pain and even hopelessness. A Voice that I would have expected to come from some deranged lunatic, not my loving husband.

"I know what you are doing. You are trying to stop me! But I can't be stopped. I HAVE to do this! I can't go on. I can't live for what I've done. I can't take it any more. She can't forgive me. I can't forgive myself!"

"Conner, who's 'she'? Is it your wife? Jennifer is here. I can put her on if you want. You can talk to––"

"OH YOU CAN'T FOOL ME! She's not there. You'll just trick me––she wouldn't come."

"How can we prove that she's here, Conner?"

"Show her to me. Let me see her."

"We can't do that, Conner. Not with your having a gun. Her safety––"

"Then put her on the air! Put us in a split box!"

Toby turned to the girl. "What is he talking about?"

"Oh it's a common thing for TV news. He'll be on one side of the screen with her on the other. They can talk to each other that way."

"Set it up."

"Give us...oh three minutes and we can be on the air."

"The air? You mean live?" I asked, wondering what is going on.

"Deary, how else is he going to see you?"

The next few minutes were a blur with them setting up a camera and talking on the phone with the station. Next thing I knew I was in front of a camera with this weird gadget in my ear, all mic'ed up and waiting for ... something.

Anything.

Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear, Connor's voice.

"Is that you honey? Are you really here?"

"Oh Conner! What are you doing? I –"

"I'm doing what I should have done two weeks ago. When I woke up next to Sherry! I should have ended it all then. But I didn't. Now I have to pay. I can't stay here. Not after what I did."

No, he was still on this. I told him it was over. I had gotten back at him. What, what will I do if he––

"Honey, that's all in the past. We have moved on. I forgave you."

"You forgave me but I can't forgive myself. I was a good husband. But after the party. After the party I had to mess it up. I had to ...to..."

He was still guilty about this. The thought started to eat away at me, my own guilt joining it. I can't let him end it. I love him so much. Damn Sherry and her ideas...if she hadn't––

"You know the funny thing dear? I can't remember it. All I can remember is being so sick the next day."

"It was all that you drank, honey. You were out of your mind. Drunk. You couldn't help what happened."

"But I could! And look what I did. I broke my vows and made you break them too!"

I could feel the eyes of the people around me, staring at me. But I had to press on. He was so agitated. So animated. He was serious!

"Oh honey I should have never done that. But I thought I had to get revenge on you. Paul didn't mean anything––"

"But you enjoyed it. I know––you made me listen! I made you whore yourself out. What kind of man does that?"

"Honey, we can get past this. My revenge was stupid. I should have never listened to Sherry about—n"

"Sherry? I thought you didn't talk to her anymore!"

Oh shit... I had to cover this fast...

"She came to me. She apologized. She told me I had to get back at you. I think her own hurt was getting her to say it."

"Jen, I love you but I ... I ...I can't do this ... I slept with another woman. I broke your trust. I deserve to die. I can't live with that knowledge."

His words cut me to my heart. Then, to my horror, he lifted the gun to his head. 

No, he's going to... I can't let him. The words were out of my mouth before I could even get a response to him.

"You never slept with Sherry!"

Everything was quiet. I think everyone was shocked. None more shocked that Connor or myself. I can't believe I just told him the truth, I thought. I swore I would never tell him.

"What do you mean? I woke up next to her. We were naked. She told me we––"

I couldn't let it go on. 

"She lied."

"Then how did––"

"We drugged you, Conner. To make you think you cheated. I knew you never would but we thought if you thought that you'd cheated you'd let me sleep with Paul. I'm sorry, honey, but I just wanted to sleep with him. Nothing more. I had––"

"Why would you do that? What did I do?"

"Nothing! It was all me! Sherry kept telling me how great of a lover he was. We were virgins when we got married. I just wanted to see what I missed out on. I'm sorry honey. You never broke your vows. You are a good man."

"You were going to let me think I cheated on you? How long had you planned this? How did you drug me? Didn't you care? I could have died!"

"Oh honey I know you wouldn't have. I almost called an end to it when you were so sick for all those days but when you got better, I decided I could go on with the plan. We just came up with it a month or so ago. We couldn't get you interested in Sherry, so we came up with this. I just had to sleep with Paul. It was something new and I was so excited––"

"What did you give me?"

"Sherry stole some stuff from the hospital where she volunteers at. I don't know what it was. But it worked. Too well. She tried to get you up but you didn't. She was really looking forward to you."

"How long, Jennifer? How long were you going to let me live in this hell?"

"Oh honey, I thought that if we just did it once and then I got back with you a few days later we could get past this. We can get past this honey. I still love you!"

"Love me? Love me?!!!"

Conner disappeared from the camera. As I waited for him to return, panic began to set in. Then I heard our front door slam. Connor was marching out of the house.

His eyes were wild and he still had the gun in his hand. The police started to shout at him, but Toby calmed them down.

"YOU LOVE ME? Love doesn't mean you try to kill me, Jen! You don't try to get the one you loved raped by some slut!"

Many officers continued to scream at Conner to put the gun down and surrender; Toby was running back and forth trying to quell them.

"I was wrong, Conner!" I shouted back. I have to get him to calm down, I thought. To forgive me. He always does. "I was just obsessed. I never meant to hurt you."

I started to run to him but an officer held me back. 

"You made me think I was some fucken adulterer. Do you have any idea how that killed me? Thinking that I had hurt you so bad that you would sacrifice your fidelity to some stranger to get back at me?"

Conner started to pace back and forth in our yard. 

"I can't do this Jen. You betrayed me. You could have killed me! Then you tried to kill my heart. My soul. My love! Then you think that we can just go back to normal? What was going to happen when you got obsessed again? Would I eventually wind up brain-dead so you could have an affair guilt-free?"

The world had compressed around us. There was nothing but the two of us, and the pain that I had caused.

"No, it was just that once. I would have never done it again. Conner, I love you so much!" I yelled. I could just see my life disappearing before my eyes.

"It's over Jen. I loved you and you did this! Goodbye."

I screamed as he placed the gun in his mouth. I turned away as he started to pull the trigger. I couldn't watch the love of my life end it all because I had needed a new cock. How could I have been so stupid?

I waited for the explosion, for the bang. But I didn't hear anything, if I didn't know any better; I would swear the cop holding me was ... was ... laughing.

I looked up at him. He was chuckling. I looked at several other officers and they were all repressing a laugh. What were they doing?

Terrified, I turned back to my husband, to see him with a look of disgust on his face. He started to cough; the image of our cat removing a hairball came to mind, as he removed the gun from his mouth.

"Lemon? LEMON? Whose bright fucken idea what this?"

Connor placed the barrel of the gun into his hand and pulled the trigger several times.

"They are ALL lemon! You fuckwads!"

At this all the cops broke out in laughter. 

"Good one, guys, but I always carry a reload!" Connor ejected the clip from the gun. Funny, I always thought that firearm clips where...bigger. He took a new one out of his pocket and inserted it. Then he placed the gun back in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Stunned, I watched as he started to chew.

"Cherry. LOVE that flavor." He looked at me, then to the shocked TV reporters. "Pez!"

Connor's laugh echoed in my mind.

"Oh did you think that you get one up on me honey? Remember last week when I was testing out all that new security equipment for Max? Well, one of them was an electronic ear. And guess what I heard. You and that whore Sherry talking about your little plot. You had me good. I was at the end of my rope. But then I heard you. And then I got mad."

The officer holding me took my arms and placed them behind me. I could feel the handcuffs as he put them on.

"Now we couldn't charge you with anything, honey, because it was just my word against yours. That's when the officers and I came up with this," Connor gestured to the circus around us. "We just didn't expect the news van but hey, we adapted."  

He let out a chuckle. "You were so easy. Now we can charge you. My 'loving' wife. I wonder exactly what they will come up with? I think we talked about, what Toby? Aggravated Assault? What about misuse of a controlled substance? And of course they will be charging Sherry too. Thank you for the confession. And we got it all on live TV. Do you think your parents were watching?"

The sarcasm in his voice chilled me to the soul. An officer approached me and put a blue paper in my jacket pocket.

"You have been served at 2:18 pm on the 8th of June. Thank you."

"Served?" No, this couldn't be happening. I just wanted to try another man. To feel younger one more time. To have one last fling before we had kids. Before I became a mother.

"What? You think I would stay married to a slut like you after this? Oh dear, you do think I am a fool." Connor turned to the reporter. "Sorry to have fooled you, my dear, but it was the only way."

My world was crashing down. This couldn't be happening. I was going to have kids with Connor this year. I was going to be a little soccer mom with little soccer kids. We were going to have picnics and barbeques. 

I have a husband who loves me. Or did. Oh no...dear God, let this be a nightmare that I haven't woke up from. What have I done? It wasn't even that good. How can I get him to forgive me?

As the officer led me away to read me my rights, I could hear her reply. 

"Oh that's ok? Ah, could we get an interview? Maybe just the two of us? Over dinner perhaps?"

It was then that I knew it was over.