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Stuck

By: Spartacus



This happened some years ago.  Back in an age of sexual experimentation and little concern about the diseases that we worry about today. 

My wife and I were young college students at a University in the South East.  We had been married about a year so we still had the youthful enthusiasm of newlyweds.  We had little money and we spent our free time exploring the national forests around the college.  There were a labyrinth of sink holes and spring fed streams crisscrossing the miles of woods and swamps.  

We had been driving around the countryside one weekend and wound up way out in the middle of no where.  The heat was extreme as we followed a creek along an old logging road hoping to come across a swimming hole.  My old car had no air conditioning and we were dressed in our least restrictive clothes.  

On me this meant an old tee shirt, a swim suit and a pair of boat shoes.  On my wife, Georgia, this consisted of a bikini under a pair of cut off shorts and sandals.  She was about 22 at the time with blue eyes and firm breasts that filled up the cups of the bikini top very nicely.  Her body was taught from her workouts on the swim team.  She curved in all the right places and her tight ass always turned heads. 

Anyway, we messed around that weekend and ended up stuck out on this old dirt road.  After two hours in the boiling heat trying to get the car out I sat down in the shade with Georgia.  “I think we are going to have to walk out and get some help” I said.  “The car’s in deep and we’ll need a tow. ”

She leaned her head against my shoulder.  “Damn” she said “Its too hot to walk out. ”

“This stream seems to follow along the road” I said “when it gets too hot we can just jump in. ”

“Ok” She said standing up.  She looked down the long hot ruts of sand as she pulled her blonde hair up into a pony tail.  “We’d better get going if unless we want to spend the night out here. ”

We hiked back along the road with the hot sun blazing down on us.  The humidity was about 120% so the sweat poured over us like hot molasses.  In addition the white sand in the road was hot so our feet were practically on fire.  The thick tropical brush prevented us from walking off the road so we stumbled from tree to tree trying keep our feet from blistering.  

It had been at least an hour when we came around a bend and noticed a logging truck stopped in the road ahead.  “A transport!” I said mimicking C3PO from Star Wars “we’re saved!”

“Thank god” Georgia said as we slowly covered the distance to the truck “I just can’t go any further in this heat. ” 

Once we arrived, however, we discovered that the cab was empty.  Georgia sat on the step of the truck and wiped the sweat off her face.  Then we heard a splash through the thick brush.  Stepping around the truck we found a narrow path in the brush.  Stepping through it we found ourselves in a clearing at the edge of a spring.  A shape glided under the surface and I saw that it was a man swimming purposefully through the water. 

He rose at the white sand shallow and stood up waist high.  He was tall and black skinned with a shaved head.  I couldn’t tell how old but I guessed late thirties.  The water ran off him as he opened his eyes and saw us there.  He glared at us without saying a word and seemed annoyed that we had intruded on his swim. 

He walked up out of the spring until he stood right in front of us and we could see him more clearly.  His body was ripped; I don't think there was an ounce of fat on him anywhere.  His stomach was a washboard, his arms and legs thick and muscular.  His nakedness was quite a shock.  I had not noticed the pile of clothes stacked on the old stump when we had arrived.  His cock was huge and hung down nearly to his knee.  

I turned to look at Georgia.  She had a dumbfounded look on her face, staring open-mouthed as he grabbed a towel from a branch and began to dry off.  She abruptly turned towards me, embarrassed that I caught her looking.  

He made no effort to cover himself as he rubbed the towel against his head.  He looked me in the eye as he dried his body. 

“Can I help you?” he said in a voice that was deep and southern. 

“Um” I stuttered trying to look him in the eye.  Trying not to be intimidated by the size of his muscles or that of his giant cock.  “Yes.  Sorry to bother you, but our car is stuck in the sand a few miles up.  I wonder if you could help us out?”

“Help you out how?” he responded. 

“Well a ride to a phone would be very helpful” I said. 

“Ain’t no phones around for miles” he replied.  “I got work to do.  I can’t just run off to the Swifty Mart whenever I want.  What’s in it for me?”

“We don’t have much money” I replied “we’re in school and…”

“Oh,” he interrupted “college kids.  Well, fuck you.  I spent three years in Viet-Nam while you college types skipped and didn’t do dick! I got my ass shot at while you guys sat around smoking pot and chasing pussy.  No fucking way I’m doing you any favors. ”


“Please Mister” Georgia suddenly begged from behind me “I’m sorry you had to go to Viet-Nam but we really need help.  I can’t walk any further in this heat. ”

“Tell you what” the big man said “you give up a little ass and I might think about helping you out. ”

“Hey!” I said “there’s no reason to talk like that. ”

“That’s my offer” he said drying his arms.  “take it or hit the road!”

“C’mon honey” I said as I turned to leave.  “Lets get out of here. ”

“Wait” She said as I bumped into her unmoving body.  “I’ll do it.  I told you I can’t go any further in this heat. ”

“What?!” I exclaimed. 

“I’m doing this for us Richard” She scowled “Otherwise we’ll probably never get out of this swamp alive. ” Georgia and I argued back and forth in whispers but finally I could tell I had lost.  She was going to do it.  I felt angry and defeated and betrayed but I just stood there as she stepped towards him. 

“Now that’s more like it” the black man said and gave his huge cock a few strokes. 

“What do you want me to do?” she said. 

"Get on your knees and get ready to feel what a real cock is like" he answered.  

My wife slowly knelt before him.  Her knees sank into the sand as she came face to face with his monstrous tool.  She just looked at it for a few moments.  

“Go ahead and touch it” he ordered. 

Looking back at me apologetically she reached up with her hand and wrapped her soft white fingers around his pulsing member.  

“Don’t look at him” he said “look at me.  What’s your name anyway?”

“Georgia” she answered still holding his cock. 

“Pleased to meet you Georgie” he said “I’m Melvin and this is the biggest dick you’ll ever get your white hands on.  Do you believe me?”

“Yes” she nodded staring at it. 

"You wanna suck my long black cock, don't you, Georgie? Wanna get a taste of some sweet black meat, huh bitch?" he crudely asked.  "Tell me what you want to do, Georgie Girl! 

“I” she said slowly “I want to…”

“You want to what?”

“I want to suck your cock…”

“Then why don’t you get to it” he said “I aint got all day. ”

I watched in shock and surprise as my wife leaned forward to rub her lips onto the wet cock head, glossing them with a thick film of slimy liquid pre cum, rubbing her dainty nose into the slimy muck.  Then her tongue slowly began to taste his dark snake running up its length and licking up the drooling venom from its tip.  

“How does it taste?” He said smiling down at her. 

“Mmm?” she said looking up at him.  Not sure what to say.  “Its cool from the spring.  Feels nice on my tongue. ”

“C’mon then” he commanded “get to sucking”

Melvin groaned loudly as Georgia’s mouth opened wide and enveloped his large cock head.  She then started moving it in and out of her mouth.  She pumped its shaft with her hand as she stroked it through her lips.  I watched her pump her head up and down the long black cock as if she was trying to devour it all.  There were no hands on her head to force her to do this degrading suck-off, it had only been a gruff verbal order and she had obeyed, doing all the work to please this black stranger. 

I was flabbergasted at what I was witnessing.  My wife was giving this black man the blowjob of a lifetime.  Despite my anger I was developing a hard on that was pressing painfully against my confining shorts.  

As my wife stroked his cock Melvin reached back and untied her bikini strap.  At first she tried to hold the cups in place but soon gave up and let the covering fall.  Her exposed breasts swayed with her rocking motion.  I could tell she was excited because her nipples were hard and pink. 

I would never have believed that my petite wife could swallow the monster-sized cock but it was slowly passed through her lips, she finally had to let go of the shaft so she could press her face to the very root, so it could slide all the way down her throat.  Then she reached around and held onto to the his black hips and fucked her lovely face back and forth onto the rigid pole.  Her quickened pace had an immediate effect on Melvin. 

“Gonna cum soon, Georgie! Gonna shoot my cum in your sweet mouth! Wanna taste some sweet cum?" he taunted.  She couldn’t answer and it seemed to be more for the purpose of humiliating me than to warn her.  "If you wanna taste my cum bitch, rub my blacks balls... roll'em in your white hands!" he ordered.  "Ohhhhhhh, Godddddd... yeahhhhh... oh, yeah, baby... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,... ahhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Melvin groaned loudly as her hands immediately complied with his orders, causing such great pleasure that he immediately lost his load.  He reached down and pressed her face tight against his crotch as he emptied himself into her.  I could see her throat muscles flexing as she tried to swallow his load.  His large black hands held onto her long honey colored hair to keep his knees from buckling under him. 

She kept suckling like a baby to a teat.  Moments later, I watched as the softening but still thick and long black cock was withdrawn from my wife's mouth.  Finally the entire length emerged, a thick strand of cum still connecting the drooling cock head to her soft pink lips.  It appeared that my beautiful wife was in a trance, her mouth partially open as she starred at the drooling black cock that she had so enthusiastically sucked off.  

“That was sweet baby” he said panting “hey white boy go up into the cab of my truck and get that blanket that’s behind the seat.  I’m gonna tear this little pussy up. ” 

”Hey!” I said “you got what you wanted how about…”

“Shut up white boy!” he said “go get the damn blanket!”

Shaken by his threatening tone I moved quickly back to the truck, found the blanket and returned.  He then had me lay it out on the soft grass near the waters edge.  All the while my blonde wife licked and sucked at his huge black cock.  I couldn’t believe it but by the time I had the blanket prepared he was fully hard again. 

“Ok Georgie Girl” he said looking down at her “get up outta them shorts and lets see what else you got. ”

I watched my wife lay down on her back and unbutton her cut offs.  She quickly pushed them down her legs followed by her bikini panties.  She shyly revealed her bushy patch of soft blonde pubic hair.  Her vaginal lips were red with excitement and she was leaking cum lube like a hydrant. 

“Ok bitch” he said to her “open up and tell me what you want. ”

Georgia obeyed this large black man by drawing her knees up and spreading them wide in invitation.  I couldn’t believe what she was doing as I watched Melvin move in between Georgia's muscular legs.  She watched his long black cock, lower down to nuzzle into her little nesting mound.  She gasped as he began rubbing the drooling cockhead up and down her moist slit.  

She lifted her legs up into the air, forming a wide `V. ' She kept her knees raised as he rubbed his cock at the tip of her pussy.  Slowly he slid it into her, inch after inch.  He finally got it all the way in and she groaned loudly, saying that she'd never felt so full in her entire life.  

I watched as he began slowly fucking my wife, sliding that large cock fully inside her on every thrust.  Every time he hit bottom, Georgia would moan.  She was wriggling in pleasure as she took on his big fat cock.  Then he began to move faster, fucking my wife with long hard strokes.  Georgia arched her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he began pounding into her.  Thrust after thrust of that large cock into her tiny pussy.  She had no problem taking him; every inch of his cock was devoured by her hungry pussy.  

"Ohhhhhhhhhh... Goddddddddddd... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... it's... soooooooo biggggggggggg!" Georgia screamed, gasping for air as the thick black prong pounded into her tight little slit.  "Oh, yes, yesssssssssss... do me... do me... oh,yessssss... yesssssss! Oh, Goddddd... I'm cumingggggg... yessssssssssss!" she screamed, clasping him tightly with her trim white arms and legs.  I watched as my faithful wife immediately began hunching back at her pumping black suitor, trying to achieve another orgasm.  

Watching his black cock slap in and out of my wife it suddenly dawned on me that she had always made me wear a rubber.  We wanted to hold off on children until after graduation and Georgia was allergic to the pill.  I had endured the use of the damned condoms and realized that she hadn’t even hesitated.  My mind raced back to watching her take it into her without any protection.  I remember the look of sheer ecstasy as she took his giant member.  

“Oh baby! I’m about to fill you up again!” Melvin announced huskily “This time I’m gonna give you something you can use.  You want me to fill you up?!”

“Oh yea baby fill me up!”

“You want my cum up in you?!”

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, let me have your cum” I heard her plead “cum... cum in me... shoot your cum in me!”

“You want me to shoot my baby juice up in your womb?!” he said breathlessly “you want my baby!”

“Ohhhhhhhh, knock me up... yessss... knock me up with your black baby!"

I had given in to my own desires and as I watched I was masturbating myself to the tempo of their wild fucking.  I could tell that he was close to coming, and when he grunted and pushed himself all the way into my wife, shooting his load, I came all over my hand.  

The two of them lay there together for a while catching their breath.  I thought maybe it was over but Melvin had other plans.  I had never seen anyone so resilient.  He started slowly stroking his cock in and out of her juicy love hole.  His cum squeezed out around him as he began again. 

Pretty soon he was stroking in a slow but steady tempo.  He seemed to be teasing her this time.  He would speed up and take her toward orgasm and then stop or slow down to frustrate her.  Soon he had her begging again. 

“Oh! stop teasing me” She groaned “fuck me! I can’t stand it! Fuck my pussy hard!” He leaned in to her ear and asked "are you sure you wouldn't prefer to have my cock up your ass?"

"Up my ass?"

"Yes! Up your ass! Now beg me.  Beg me! Beg me to fuck your ass!"

Georgia hesitated for a moment but decided to go along.  "Please Mister. " She quivered, "Please.  Please fuck my ass.  Please?"

She knew it was coming and there was nothing she could do.  She turned over and placed her forehead on the blanket.  Melvin pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her brown tight hole.  The cum and sweat glistened as he placed the head of his huge cock against her hole.  She tightened up, cringing and thankfully he started in slowly.  Her hole was slick with sweat and cum and he had no difficulty in pushing his huge member up inside.  "Owwwwww! Don't that hurts! Owwwwwww! Don't. " He held her with part of his cock head up her ass.  She was trying to move away but his firm grip denied it.  He slowly but forcefully pushed his cock into her; she let out a loud scream.  She struggled to get away but his strength held.  He began to thrust his cock into her, she continued to cry in pain.  Melvin watched his cock pull out to where the head was just about visible then he would push back into her.  Not as hard as he was with her pussy, but it was enough to make her cry out. 

"Now beg me like you mean it!"

"Oh Please! Please fuck my ass! Please! Please fuck my ass! Please! Please fuck my ass! Please! Fuck it! Fuck it; hard!"

Obeying her coerced but impassioned requests, he began to pound away at her sweet ass.  The tightness of her asshole pressed in on his cock.  Her hands clinched the blanket.  I could see her asshole pull out when he pulled his cock out of her, then cave in when he pressed forward.  The stimulus was beginning to overwhelm him, as his orgasm began to churn in his balls.  He began to press faster into her and she was rocked forward with him and his rhythm.  

"Yes.  Yes.  Yes!" She began to enjoy it.  Each time his hips met her ass, she voiced her pleasure. 

Harder.  Deeper.  Faster.  With each stroke, he picked up the pace.  "Yessss!" she hissed. 

He continued to stroke her asshole with his cock.  "Tell me, bitch.  Where do you want me to cum?"

"In my ass.  Please, Mister, cum in my ass.  Please! Please cum in my ass! Please fill my ass with your cum!"

Harder.  Faster.  Deeper.  "Where do you want me to cum?"

"In my assssss!" Seeking her own release, Georgia began grinding her ass against his cock, taking in as much as she could. She howled in pleasure as he forcefully drove his full length deep into her ass and kept pumping. 

Harder.  Deeper.  Faster. 

They were both soaked with sweat as his cock began to erupt, filling her gorgeous ass with cum.  Again they collapsed together while I sat watching. 

After about ten minutes he stood and drew her up with him.  Then he pulled her into the spring and they swam together naked in the fresh clear water.  When they emerged I handed them their clothes.  Georgia wouldn’t look me in the eye as she dressed.  Pressing her breasts back into the confines of their cups.  Slipping her bikini bottoms back up her legs to cover her stretched pussy lips.  Then covering further with the cut offs. 

We silently filed back to the truck.  We squeezed into the cab, Melvin cranked up the big rig and headed toward the Swifty Mart.

Stuck



I guess you could say I am an average guy. Not someone you'd fall over yourself to meet but not someone you'd turn away either. I'm in my mid 30's and have an average build. Brown hair and eyes with, what I've been told is a boyish grin. I live a simple life with my girlfriend of three years but when it comes to our sexual life it's anything but simple. Oh we don't get carried away with ourselves by any means, we just choose to explore our sexual sides rather well. The following story is how one of the fantasies I've shared with her was brought to a reality.

I work in Advertising and often find myself working late nights on some project for some client. On these nights I talk to Sarah through emails or instant chats. That way I can accomplish my work and still share some time with her. She has a tendency to get awfully hot during these times. I think she really gets off on knowing she can say a few words and have me all excited. Recently, in our sex life, we've come to the conclusion that I might very well be bisexual. It all started when one night Sarah was more daring than usual and slipped her finger into my ass during a really intense moment. Always thinking such a thing would bother me greatly, I was rather surprised to find out I enjoyed it a lot.

From then on she took to telling me fantasies about seeing me with another man and I would tell her some of my own involving another man as well.

Usually the man had no face. He was just a body with a cock, someone I just wanted to feel inside my ass.

Lately though the man had begun to take on the appearance of a gentleman I worked with. His name was Bill and we had worked together for the past 5 years. I had never paid much attention to him on a personal basis but one day I was standing behind him at the water fountain and realized he had a really nice ass.

As he stood up to turn and go I couldn't help but glance down and wonder what kind of cock he had as well. I mentioned this to Sarah when I got home and she then started bringing him into our fantasies.

On this particular night of late work I had her on instant chat. She was telling me about her day and I was expressing my frustration with not getting the right mood across for one of my projects. 

She thought I just needed to relax and calm down. I thought she might be right so I tried a few deep breaths but was unsuccessful. 

I told her I'd be back in a minute and went off to grab a coke from the pop machine in the lounge. On my way down I noticed a light coming from Bill's office and decided to see if he too was in need of a brief break.

I tapped on his door and found him pouring over some of his work, looking actually as frustrated as I felt. We tossed back and forth a few words and I told him I was heading down to the lounge for a drink.

He smiled gratefully when I offered to grab him one as well. After telling him I'd be right back I headed down.

Bill was really a great looking guy. He looked to be about my age but I knew for a fact that he was actually 6 years older than I was. That put him in his early 40's, which you'd never guess. With his Black hair and rugged look he easily pulled off looking younger. Which is why I think he did so well with our female clients. They swooned over him and that was great business.

I grabbed our drinks and was about to hit his office again when I heard a chime sound from down the hall. Sarah was messaging me on my computer. She must have been getting impatient so I made my drop off pretty quick and headed back to her.

Bill had been thankful and promised to return the favor sometime. Figuring there'd be more late nights, I took him up on it.

Reaching my desk I found that she had indeed been messaging me. It turned out she thought the best way to help me relax was a little cyber sex. She hadn't been messaging me for long, only three posts appeared on the screen. I let her know I was back and what had taken me so long. After telling her I had been in Bill's office she sent me a smile and asked what he had been wearing.

I chuckled and told her just the normal work clothes.

She asked if I was ready to relax and I realized that I was actually pretty excited over the thought of her talking me through an orgasm in my office with Bill just down the hall. 

So she began to tell me how she'd love to show up and surprise me at the office one night to find me in my office with Bill. 

Just the thought of that excited me even more and I found myself unzipping my pants and pulling out my 6-inch cock. It was in a semi-hard state and I knew that after a few more posts from Sarah I'd be rock hard. She sure had a way with words. 

Looking up at the screen I saw her say how'd she watch as Bill bent me over the desk and fingered my ass. 

That did it, I was so hard and so turned on. I had begun to stroke my cock. It throbbed in my hand and I moaned softly as I read how she'd tell him to put his big cock in my ass and fuck me like I needed and wanted. I was really getting into her story when I heard a cough from behind me. 

I froze! In my state I had neglected to pay attention to my surroundings and had not heard anyone come in my office. My back to the door I tried to conceal my cock as I slowly turned around in my chair. 

Standing right behind me just over my desk was Bill. He just looked at me and then at my computer screen. 

I knew he could read what Sarah was posting and I had nothing to say. I didn't know what to do and was so embarrassed. I kinda cleared my throat and was about to speak though I really didn't know what I would say, when he looked down and saw my hand covering my now limp cock. 

Nothing takes excitement out of a situation like being caught. I sort of tried stumbling over a few words when he interrupted me and said it looked like he walked in on something. 

I just mumbled how I was trying to relax and was chatting with my girlfriend. Meanwhile another chime filled the silent office and I knew Sarah had posted something else. Bill and I both looked at each other then his glance slipped to my screen. I slowly turned around almost dreading what it said. Sarah had said she could just hear our moans of pleasure as Bill fucked his hard cock deep into my ass. 

I reacted by quickly closing down the window and slowly turning around.

Bill was now standing up and I couldn't help but notice a bulge in his pants. I had to blink to make sure I was really seeing what I thought I saw. Sure enough Bill had a hard on. 

I looked up at him and he asked why I closed the window down. 

I told him it was really only a fantasy and mumbled out how Sarah had a thing for seeing me with another man so she often brought them up in our fantasies. 

He raised his eyebrow at me and questioned if it was only Sarah with the fantasy. 

I looked down and knew I had to confess because he obviously saw I had my cock out and had been enjoying the posts. So I told him no it wasn't only her, that the idea did in fact turn me on too. 

With that he chuckled and proclaimed that he felt terrible about intruding and wanted to make it up to me. 

A bit relieved that he wasn't offended I relaxed a little and breathed deep. Things could have gone really bad so needless to say I was glad they hadn't. When I told him there was no need he shook his head and said that there was a great need. 

Gesturing down he smiled and I looked at what he was pointing at. Some how amongst the discussion he had unzipped his fly and pulled out his rock hard cock. I was in awe. It looked to be about 7 inches long. 

I looked up at him slightly confused but getting excited at the same time. 

He told me he'd been Bisexual most of his life and had often used me in his fantasies. 

I stuttered out how flattered I was and he laughed. 

He told me to get my girlfriend on the phone and let her hear her story happening.

Now really hard and fully aware that I was gonna get fucked for the first time and fucked by Bill, I stumbled with the keypad but managed to call Sarah. 

Bill motioned for me to put her on speaker and I did. 

I told her what had occurred and that Bill was actually standing right here in front of me with his cock in his hand. 

He said hello to her and told her that he was going to fuck me like she had said if she didn't mind. 

I heard her gasps and knew the idea turned her on greatly. She gave her approval and got real quiet, vowing to listen only. 

Bill looked at me and I at him. 

I explained quickly that I had never had a man before, he promised to make it enjoyable for me. It didn't take him long to get undressed and I sat there staring at his fully nude body. He was really built and his cock looked delicious. I guess I licked my lips and he said I could put that tongue to better use if I wanted. 

I wanted to and did. I walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him. His huge cock was right there and I reached up with my hand and guided it towards my mouth. It was going to be the first time I had ever tasted cock. I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. 

He moaned and placed his hands on my head. He told Sarah that I now had his cock in my mouth and she asked how it felt.

"Wonderful," he said and I moved my tongue around his cock.

Slowly he began to move within my mouth. I loved how he throbbed over my tongue and how with one little move of my lips I could make him moan. I really paid attention to working my lips over his shaft and letting him get pleasure from my tongue. I couldn't believe I was on my knees sucking cock and liking it. 

Bill grabbed my head and began to move his cock in and out of my mouth faster. Before long he was fucking my mouth and moaning about how great it felt. 

I reached up and rubbed his balls a little knowing I liked that when Sarah did it to me.

It appeared Bill liked it as well because he groaned and mumbled an "Oh God". 

I was soon taking his whole cock in my mouth and it felt great. I could feel him pushing against the back of my throat and I was prepared to let him cum in my mouth. Bill, on the other hand, had a different idea. He pulled out of my mouth and told me that he wanted to wait before cumming. 

I nodded and was about to ask what next when I heard Sarah on the phone. She asked if Bill was going to return the favor. 

I looked up at him to see his response. 

Bill told her maybe later that right now he had another idea. With that he pulled me to my feet and stripped me down naked. He reached out with his hands and did something I never expected. He began to caress my chest and pinch at my nipples. 

This really excited me and I got even more turned on. I actually let my head fall back and moaned loud when I felt his lips on my nipple. Bill was sucking my nipples like I would Sarah's. I could not believe it or how great it felt. I gasped when he bit it gently and tugged on it with his teeth. 

Absentmindedly I reached down to stroke my cock. Lord it was so hard and ached so bad to be touched. 

Bill felt me stroking my cock and stopped his sweet torture on my nipples. He pulled my hand away and pushed me over to the desk. 

He told me to bend over the desk, that he was ready to fuck my ass. 

We heard soft moans from the phone and I knew Sarah was enjoying herself. 

I placed my hands on my desk and stood with my legs slightly parted. I felt Bill's hands on my ass and sighed softly as he caressed my cheeks with his hands. It felt good getting my ass rubbed. He did this for a few minutes before I heard him tell Sarah to listen to my reaction as he slipped his finger into my ass. And with that he did so. His finger pushed into my ass and I moaned loud. 

I told Sarah it was happening; Bill's finger was really in my ass and Oh how good it felt.

Bill began to move it around and then he told Sarah he was adding another finger. He said my ass was begging for it and I believed him. 

I knew I needed more than just a finger in my ass. Soon I was being fucked in my ass by Bill's two fingers and I thought my cock couldn't get any harder. I was whimpering and moaning telling him how great his fingers felt and how bad I needed them in me. He was pumping them in and out of my ass slowly, teasing me. I wanted so bad to stroke my cock. The ache had become almost unbearable and I told him this. 

He told me soon and I almost cried in frustration.

After teasing me a little more with his fingers he slowly pulled them out and I felt his hard cock on the crack of my ass. With out so much as a warning I felt the head of his cock slip into my ass. 

He groaned and I almost collapsed from the feeling. 

Sarah was told that he now had his cock in my ass and we heard her whimper on the phone. I knew she was close when she whimpered and I was pleased this was exciting her. I heard myself begging Bill to push his cock into my ass, to let me feel it all. He was quick to oblige me and with one thrust I felt his cock fill me up. At first it was painful and I almost asked him to pull out but he didn't move inside. He had just pushed in and held very still, letting my ass adjust to his cock. 

Soon I began to feel pleasure and felt myself moving on his cock. I could not believe Bill was here, in my office, fucking me in the ass. 

Bill grabbed my hips and slowly pulled out a little only to push right back in. Little small thrusts into my ass he made and I moaned louder with each one. I couldn't bare it any longer and reached down to stroke my cock. I almost came instantly and had to adjust my pace to avoid so. 

Meanwhile we both heard Sarah gasping on the other end of the phone and I knew she was about to cum. To help both her and myself I begged Bill to fuck me hard and fast. To shove his hard cock deep into my ass and fuck me so good. 

He reached up and grabbed my chest, his fingers finding my nipples once again. He hung on to them and began to slam his huge shaft into my tight ass.

I cried out with pleasure and told him "Yes! Oh God yes Fuck me Bill! Fuck my hot tight ass so good." And he did.

Faster and faster he moved in my ass and he continued to pinch my nipples. I was so close to cumming, my cock was twitching in my hands and it was soaked with pre-cum.

Sarah screamed out that she was cumming and I soon followed. My body was jerking from the force behind my cumming and from Bill in my ass. 

He was grunting and fucking me so fast and deep. I felt like I was going to split in two. 

I screamed out that I was cumming and Bill said he was too. I felt his hot cum fill my ass and I couldn't control myself. I came all over my desk. Loads and loads shot out of me and I was gasping and moaning. 

Bill let go of my nipples and was hanging on to my hips pounding the last of his cum deep inside me. I just hung onto my desk and enjoyed the feeling. 

Bill soon stopped his movements and was leaning on my back. Breathing deep, he said how great that was and how we should not have waited so long to do it. 

I chuckled and promised to not wait so long next time. 

I told Sarah I loved her and would be home soon. 

Bill said his thanks to her and that he'd be home soon as well. 

He slipped out of me and I stood up slow, still very weak in my knees. I turned to look at him and questioned what he meant by that.

He raised his eyebrow and said "You didn't think I was done with you did you?" I kind of nodded and he laughed. "Oh no, we are going to your house and you are going to feel the joys of fucking an ass yourself my friend." 

And with that he walked out of the room to go clean up. I suppose I could have left him there and bolted for home. But then I would never have gotten to feel his ass around my cock and that was something I was so looking forward to. Something I wanted Sarah to actually see.



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Kendra's POV:

I've been working at this office for three weeks now. Everyday, I fax, copy, email, make coffee, distribute memos, etc. I sit at my desk, surrounded by twenty odd other desks, separated by small cubicles acting as some sense of privacy. I work for a law firm. A very famous law firm that handles high profile cases. Divorces, business mergers, company law. You name it, they handle it. 

I arrive early every morning. Almost an hour early, to be sure I'm not late due to traffic. I like organization and control. I feel like the day is going to hell without that. I'm the first to get here, and usually the last to leave. My life and home have now become this high rise office building. I'm not complaining. The money is good. People here are nice and polite. And the boss, isn't so bad. To work for or look at. 

That is the first thing that occurred to me when I arrived for my interview for the position. I was shown into a large office with huge windows running from floor to ceiling offering a view of the city, sixty floors below. A massive mahogany desk took up the center of the room. A black leather desk chair behind it, was turned toward the window. It's occupant was on the telephone having a rather heated discussion. The low tones of his voice exuded both power and influence. I wasn't sure that I should be in the room just yet. I didn't need to blow this interview by eavesdropping. But the temp had shown me in. Suddenly he swivelled the chair around and hung up the phone. 

He looked up. Catching my gaze, and I felt the breath seize in my throat. Sitting before me was a Greek God. Even sitting in the chair, I could tell that his shoulders were broad. His arms firm with lean muscle. His face was masculine and angled, yet contained a sense of beauty. His eyes were stormy sea swept grey. And his hair was black as night. He had a little stubble on his face, which I thought was a bit off to be an attorney. His lips were firm yet supple. The kind of lips that a woman would love to be kissed by. He raked his long fingered hand through his somewhat mussed up hair, and gestured for me to have a seat before him.

I sat down. My knees trembling. Afraid my words would not come out right and I'd sound like a bumbling idiot. What was the problem? It was as if I'd never seen a handsome man before. The city was crawling with them. I needed to snap out of this. Especially if I wanted this job. And I needed this job. 

"So Ms. Walker, could you please tell me a little about your work history, and why you think you would be the best candidate for the office manager position." It was more of a command than request or question. Though the power and bite present earlier in his tone had dissipated. Now words flowed from his mouth in a honey sweet cadence. Making you want to answer any question he had waiting for you. I remembered that I actually could speak and answered him. "Well, Mr. James, I just finished an internship down the block at Holdings and Withrowe, where I completed the same tasks which I would be completing should I get this position. I have letters of reference for you, as well."

"Yes, I've read those. Normally we don't take on interns. Just starting out, they have so much to learn. But often think they know it all already. But I think I'm willing to take a chance on you." He stated, raking his eyes over me. I could feel myself blushing from my head to my toes. 

His reply held a mixture of excitement at getting a chance, and annoyance that he would assume that I would be like all the other interns. And what gave him the right to assume anything about anyone? I was a bit upset, but hid it, rose from my chair, shook his hand, and was told I'd be starting on the following Monday. Then I was dismissed. In a cool manner. That was him. Alexander James. Cool, calm, and collected. Unless you were in his way, or on the opposite side of the courtroom. 

So everyday since I was hired, he has passed by my desk. Not even noticing that I'm alive. Sure there is the occasional good morning. You're here early. Basic chitchat. But nothing substantial. But who am I kidding? He's my employer. Why would he take interest? He doesn't really take interest in anyone here at the office. So it isn't just me. But still, I agonize over it. Deciding what would be perfect to wear to work. How should I do my hair? Would he prefer it up? Or down in loose curls? Does he prefer natural make up? Or the dramatic look? Really, a woman can drive herself within inches of insanity trying to figure out the desires of the male species. And so here I sit at my desk, daydreaming and contemplating the impossible. How to have an affair with the boss..?

Alexander's POV:

I'm sitting at my desk, trying to read this mornings paper, and review briefs for this afternoon's court hearing, yet all I can think about is her. Kendra Walker. Three weeks ago she walked into this office. Stood in the doorway. I could feel her eyes boring holes into the back of my skull. Could hear her nervous shuffling and intakes of breath trying to figure out if she should remain inside or flee for her life. When I was on the phone I expected to turn my chair around and see a mouse of a woman, full of fear and trepidation. Instead, I found a warm, very attractive, and confident young lady. She was of average height. A bit curvy, in all the right places. As her knee length pencil skirt and white button down dress shirt clearly enhanced her assets. Her hair was shoulder length. Dark brown, and hanging in loose curls. Her eyes, wide and a bright blue, were filled with curiosity and anxiety when I spoke to her, inviting her to sit. I knew before the interview had begun that I was going to hire her. Her letters of reference were impeccable. But I had to complete the interview. Protocol you know. So the interview went on for a short bit. I told her she was hired, and dismissed her, cooly. Even though I felt anything but cool.

I try to never let a woman affect me like she did in the short amount of time we had known each other. Not that I don't have women who are friends. Or lovers. I just keep them at a safe distance. Not allowing them to become fixtures in my life. My relationships are very open. Expectations are made very clear at the onset. They have no ties to me, nor me to them. That way the break up, if you must call it that, is clear and concise. Clean. Not filled with drama and crying. That's how I like it. Reserved, and in control. 

So now, why am I trying to get work done, and all I can think about is the woman sitting on the other side of my door. At a desk, typing away on a computer. Drawing up briefs and reports. Graphs and charts. Walking to my door, I peek through the rectangular window and can see that she is staring intently at her screen. A pencil eraser sitting on her full lower lip. And all I want is to be that eraser. On that lovely lip. I harden at the thought. My cock has a mind of it's own these days. I notice her hair is partly up, partly down. She's been changing it up lately. For me? I can only hope. But it makes no sense. And she is wearing more natural make up. Allowing her own beauty to show through. She's also beginning to leave an extra button undone on her shirts and dresses. That I certainly don't mind. Unless Fulton or one of the other partners takes notice. What the fuck am I thinking? I have no rights to her. We're not even in one of my nice clean clear concise "relationships." I rake my hand through my hair, close my eyes, and think of this morning before work.

I was in the shower, lathering up. I had closed my eyes to wash shampoo out of my hair. And there she was before me. All slick from soap. Naked. She came closer to me. Reached out, and grasped my cock. Trailing her fingers up and down the length of it. I cold almost smell her lavender scented perfume. Before I knew what I was doing, one hand was clutching my balls, while the other was pumping my shaft fast until I sprayed the wall of the shower with my cum. I felt like I was a teenage boy again. Not a 32 year old man, who was supposed to be in control of his desires and emotions. 

The truth was, she was an excellent employee. The best office manager I'd had since I started with this firm. And I didn't need to go fucking up anyone's professional career. But truth be told. I wanted her. And usually, I get what I want. So I've been trying to figure out ways to steal time with her. Get to know her. See what makes her tick. What she does and doesn't like. But I've been too damn nervous to make a move. This is not me at all. I am usually so far from this. Why in the hell does she have this hold on me? We barely speak. Yet I know her voice. Can hear it in my head. It haunts me in my dreams. And now in my goddamned shower. I have to do something about this. Maybe if I do set aside the professional aspect of the situation and fuck her, I'll get her out of my system, and be back to normal. Here's to hoping. 

Kendra's POV:

Fuck. I think to myself. I'm running late. I was having this awesome dream where I was being ravished by one Alexander James, and I hit the snooze button on the alarm. Which has now made me thirty minutes late for work. Which will turn into staying another hour or two at work this evening to get caught up. That's how it works. So much to be done. Most of it in the morning hours. If you come in late, you're swamped and buried in paperwork. It's ok though. I did it to myself. I should have just gotten up. Instead of trying to conjure up the dream again. In the dream, I was on my bed. Blindfolded and naked. Tied up. And filthy things were being whispered in my ears. His voice was still in my head. Telling me what all he wanted to do to me. Planned to do to me. He had begun kissing a path down my chest and stomach and was headed toward the promised land when the screaming buzzer from hell interrupted my piece of heaven. 

I still am seeing flashes of that dream as I rush into the office and throw my purse and coat into the corner of my little cubicle. I take my seat, brush my hair out of my face, and try to appear to be hard at work. Not like I had just arrived. "Kendra. Mr. James would like to speak with you if you have a moment." Ashley, the blonde goddess from the next cubicle announced. Shit. I thought. Busted. My first time ever being late and I'm gonna get fired for it. What excuse could I offer? Sorry boss, you were about to go down on me and I simply couldn't miss it so I hit the snooze button? Please. I'd rather be fired than admit it. To anyone. Much less him. 

I stood up. Shaking a bit from anxiety. I neared his office door and knocked lightly, half hoping he wouldn't hear. Unfortunately a crisp "come in" was the answer. I walked inside and pulled the door closed behind me. Ready to face the wrath and pack up my things. "Mr. James. I'm so sorry about being late today. You see, my clock didn't go off on time, (not a complete lie). I'm always careful about being here. Early even. An hour early sometimes." I rattled on. Seemingly unable to stop. "I understand if you are upset with me for this. But I urge and ask that I be given another chance. Please don't fire me. I need this job." I made my final plea. And waited for the hammer to fall.

"Ms. Walker. I called you in here or asked to see you, to commend you on a job well done thus far in your career here at the firm. Not to fire you for being thirty minutes late." He looked at me with those penetrating eyes. And I thought I might die. On the spot. "Do you really think me so mean? So rigid, that I would fire you for that?"

"If so I need to work on my personality a bit. " He cracked a smile. And the mood in the room eased. Tension melting away. Well, the tension caused from worrying about losing my job. The sexual tension never went away. "I also needed to tell you that I need you to stay late with me this evening. To work on a case that I recently took. A last minute addition to my load. I'll need someone to dictate. And begin working on the preparation of documents. And I want you to be that person. You've proven that you are capable and reliable. Aside from this mornings tardiness." He quipped. "Can you stay?" he asked. "Yes of course. I had planned on staying anyway, since I was tardy this morning." I replied. "Great. I'll order some food in for dinner. We can work in the conference room on things. Do you like Chinese?" he asked. "Chinese is fine. Sesame Chicken. Steamed Rice. If you don't mind." I responded. "Well then, we have ourselves a work date." he said. With a hint of humor in his eye. And something else I didn't dare guess at. 

I returned to my desk. Grateful that I still had a job. And yet terrified that I was going to be in an office with this man all alone after hours for at least two hours this evening. What in the hell was I gonna do? And how the fuck was I gonna concentrate? I was in a sticky situation. I pushed it out of my mind and began to work on the days assignments for me. But part of me.. A small part. Ok, a huge part. Was smiling about this evening. 

Alexanders POV:

I watched her head back to her desk, and something inside me growled in satisfaction. She would be here with me for two full hours after everyone had gone. Maintenance staff would be the only people around. And they didn't dare bother me when I had to stay late. This would be the perfect opportunity to test the waters and see just how far I could take things with her. I sat down at my desk and started to go over some files, gathering information and charts that I would need for our meeting. I wanted to have everything ready so I didn't have to waste any time together. Good thing I can multitask. Though it is harder to multitask when you are trying to get legal briefs in order and have ax X-rated movie playing in your head, causing your actual briefs to fit a bit uncomfortablly. 

Kendras POV:

It was 4pm. Quitting time for everyone else. But not for me. I eyed the clock nervously. Everyone around me was gathering their things ready to go home. I grabbed my notebook, pen, a pencil, and anything else I might need and headed toward the small conference room at the end of the hall. I had to steady myself when I touched the knob. I took a deep breath and entered. He was already there. Standing, and sorting out files, folders, charts etc. I was glued to the spot where I stood. Just watching him. Wanting him. And I knew we were here alone. 

"Please Kendra, take a seat. The Chinese food should arrive shortly. We'll eat first, then work." he said. "Sounds great," I replied. We waited both in silence for the food. Each sneaking glances at the other while pretending to be busy with other things. The food arrived and we inhaled it. My guess, he didn't take a lunch today either. 

Once eating was out of the way, it was time to get down to business. We reviewed the files and charts and made determinations on how to proceed with the case. I took notes as he rattled off points of importance. He really seemed to know what he was doing. I kept up easily and before I knew it, we were finished. If I'm being honest, I was a little angry that I could not have worked a little slower. Made this last longer. It had only been an hour. "Kendra it seems we work perfectly together. We're finished. And with an hour to spare. If you'll wait for me, I'll gather my things and we'll take the elevator together and I'll walk you to your car." 

I waited at my desk. I had retrieved my jacket and purse. That was a good thing about being an office manager, you didn't have to take work home with you. Though, I'd not mind taking the boss home, I joked to myself. I was still grinning when he exited his office and came to my desk. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready." I echoed back. 

We headed down the hallway to the elevator. He pressed the down button, and we waited for it to arrive. A soft ding pulled me from my latest fantasy, and he held out a hand ushering me in first. I stepped inside and moved toward the back corner of the elevator. I didn't want to crowd him, well I did, but I wasn't going to. But the honest thing was that elevators make me a bit nervous. I'm always afraid of getting stuck. It's never happened to me, but the fear is there. He stepped in and took his place in the opposite back corner. We were avoiding each other like we had the plague. But still, the sideways glances were being sneaked by the both of us. 

We were on the 23rd floor when it happened. A sharp jolt, and then nothing. Silence. No elevator music, no sound of the elevator taking us down to the main lobby. Nothing. Holy shit. I'm trapped. It's happened. I'm on an elevator, trapped. And trapped not alone, but with the one man I cannot escape in fantasy, thought, and now reality. Do you know how tight the confines of an elevator are? You cannot get away from someone. There's no place to run off to, to catch your breath or remember how to speak. I could feel myself tense up, and felt tears form in the corners of my eyes.

"Are you alright, Kendra?" he asked. He did seem genuinely concerned but could he not see the horror plastered across my face? "I don't think so, Mr. James. I have a fear of getting trapped in elevators, and now, here I am trapped in an elevator." I stuttered, with terror evident in my voice. "Well, I'm sure that I can just use the phone and we'll be out in no time. No need to panic. Remember to breathe." he commanded, while laughing. I was a bit annoyed at his finding humor in a situation which I felt was quite painful and embarrassing. He reached into the little box for the phone and gave me a look of dread when he announced that it was not working. No dial tone at all. 

My mind started reeling with all the possible ways I was going to die here in the elevator. Suffocation, death by panic attack, one after the other entered my mind. I was going to freak out right here in front of my boss and if I lived, he would know what an utter fool I am and would get rid of me. Maybe I will suffocate. That would be less painful.

Alexander's POV:

I have to do something to take her mind off of this. I looked over at her again and could see small beads of sweat gathering on her temples and her lip was quivering. She was huddled in the corner, sitting down, arms gathered around herself. She would be in full panic mode soon if we didn't get out of here or I did not do something. I flipped my cell open again. No service. Damn. She just stared at the floor. Nostrils flaring. Panic written all over her lovely features. So I did what I thought might help. I scooted myself closer to her and took her hand in mine.

"Kendra, look at me. Look into my eyes. Listen to my voice. We're going to get out of here, but it might take some time. Now you have to hold it together. Stay with me. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." I could see her begin to calm a little. Listening to my voice. And she held eye contact with me. All these things helped. So I kept her talking. We discussed how we grew up, where and certain particulars. Sharing milestones of our lives throughout the years. Soon, she was conversing well, and even added a laugh here and there. Albeit still holding a nervous edge, but laughter all the same. 

I didn't realize it until I looked down, but we were still holding hands. And it felt..good. It felt better than good. Her hand was cool from being nervous, but it felt right in mine. It fit. I looked at her. Really looked at her. I had totally underestimated her by describing her as just attractive. She was beautiful. A natural beauty. What the fuck am I thinking? She's in panic mode or at least a situation that will cause panic, and my mind and cock are thinking about making my move now? I'm such a prick. 

Two more hours passed before she began to tense up again. She kept looking nervously from the floor, to the ceiling, to the double doors which we both knew were not going to open magically on their own. "What if we're stuck here til morning?" she asked. "What if nobody finds us and we are here for another twelve hours? I can't do it. I won't make it." She was a shivering, trembling mess now. A full on panic attack was on the horizon. I gathered her in my arms and pulled her onto my lap. I held her and rocked her. Hushing her in the most soothing tone I could. I ran my fingers through her loose curls, just calming her. I was painfully aware of her soft ass sitting just over my crotch. And my body was beginning to react. I was powerless to stop it. She must have felt it, because she looked at me with eyes brimming with tears, and I knew. I knew that she felt me. Game over.




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Her face inched closer to mine. I could feel her soft breath washing over my face. Our mouths met slowly. Just touching at first. Then she opened up to me. And I thrust my tongue inside, ready to explore. She tasted sweet, as I knew she would. Our tongues glided and slid alongside each other. Dancing, and mating as if we'd kissed a thousand times. I took the kiss deeper, sweeping my tongue around, snaking, conquering, memorizing the deepest recesses of her mouth. She moaned, and then began to kiss back. Harder, faster, with more passion. She was matching me kiss for kiss. Touch for touch. 

Suddenly I was aware that we had entirely too many clothes on for what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to rip the fucking shirt off her, and listen to buttons pop and spray, hitting the walls of the elevator. Instead, I opted for unbuttoning it slowly. Watching her pupils dilate and eyes widen as more and more skin was exposed to my gaze. I threw the shirt behind me. Then I tugged the skirt off her hips and took her black lace thongs along with it. She sat there before me in only her bra. Black lace, skimpy, and hiding nothing from the imagination. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly that I could taste her now. Even before any action took place. 

I stood and began taking off my own clothes. The expensive dress shirt, the silk tie, the slacks, one by one, they joined her shirt on the floor of the elevator. I stood there in my silk boxers, sporting what I was proud to consider a very sizable thick erection. And it was all for her. I must look ridiculous standing there like this, with tented boxers. Her eyes didn't look amused. They looked desire filled. Hungry. Needful of me. And it made me all the more ready to take her. I hooked my thumbs in the silky material of the boxers and pushed them down. Allowing my aching cock to spring free of the confines. 

I joined her back down on the floor. I took her mouth in a kiss once more. At the same time I reached behind her and unclasped the bra and without looking away from her eyes, I slid the straps off her shoulders and cast it aside. I took my warm hands, and cupped her breasts. Holding them, feeling the delicious weight, and the nipples as they began to pebble against my palm. Our kiss continued, and became heated once more.

I tore my mouth from hers and began placing small but heated kisses down the column of her neck. Then across her collar bone, on her shoulders, down her arms, then back up the inside of her arms. Finally, I reached her breasts. I looked for just a moment. Drinking them in. Then, I took one nipple and sucked it into my hot mouth. And began to lick, suck, and tug. Gently at first, then harder as her need grew. As I laved one, I thumbed the other. Touching her, branding her. She began to make little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. 

Kendra's POV:

I held my eyes closed tightly. I was drowning in a feeling of warmth and abandon. I could feel him trailing wet kisses down my chest and across my stomach, and finally across my pelvic bone. He placed a chaste kiss on each hipbone. Then he commanded that I look at him and keep my eyes open. I could see where he was headed, and I was horrified, yet thankful and almost demanding at the same time. I watched as he spaced my legs wide apart, making room for his shoulders between them. I was laying wide open to his gaze. I should have been awash with concern or shame, but I wasn't. I was about to die from my need and desire for him. He looked up at me, and delivered a cocky grin, and I knew that this was it. 

I felt him spread my smooth lips apart, and then saw his head lower toward me. I felt millions of nerves firing at once when his tongue finally began lapping at my clit. He tortured me, running it in slow circles. Then taking long flat strokes. Then he would flick it fast back and forth or up and down. I was leaned back on my elbows and I worried I'd not have the strength to stay that way. I wasn't moving a muscle, but felt like I had just run a mile. 

He began to explore further. Moving down his tongue tracing down my slit, leaving a path of fire along behind. I felt as if I were melting. Melting, yet chills raced down my spine at the same time. Fire and ice, combining as one sensation. Slowly I felt him begin to probe his tongue inside me. I felt him stroking, lapping, and licking. Then sucking me into his mouth. He pushed his tongue in and out of me, sometimes agonizingly slow, and sometimes breathtakingly fast. Always, he would change momentum. Dragging out and stoking the fire building within me. 

Finally I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I closed them, and threw my head back once more. Just feeling every movement coming from him. One of my hands found itself fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He couldn't get close enough. I wanted his tongue as far inside me as it would go. And he did not disappoint me. He was moaning while his tongue moved inside me. Making wonderful vibrations course along my body. He continued his brand of pleasure/torment until finally I felt that familiar tug and pull begin inside me. That beckoning call to lose yourself. I felt myself begin to tremble and quiver inside and my orgasm took me. Sending me tumbling over the edge of the cliff until I was drowning in a sea of bliss. 

He moved away from me. I opened my eyes, hazy from desire, and saw that his cock was even larger than before. He reached out a hand to me and pulled me to my feet. He walked me over and pressed me against the wall at the back of the elevator. It was cold, against my heated skin. It felt so good. He leaned in and kissed me. Taking my mouth in ardor. Allowing me to taste my own juices, still lingering on his lips and tongue. It was such an erotic thing that I began to become aroused all over again. 

I wanted to make him feel as I had felt on the floor. I turned him around until his back was against the wall. Then I began kissing and licking my way down his body. Until I fell to my knees between his spread legs. I looked up at him, and grinned. I wanted to see how far I could take him. Push him. How much pleasure I could give him.

Alexander's POV:

I looked down at her. A wicked angel, naked on her knees between my legs. She grinned at me and in her eyes, there was a look of mischief. Her small gentle hands reached out and touched my cock. It jerked in response. I was so sensitive to her touch. She took slow strokes with her hands. Feeling and exploring my length and thickness. Then without warning, she sucked the engorged head into her mouth. Just the tip, running her tongue around the rim of it. Lapping at it. Applying suction. Playing with me seeing what I liked. She grew bolder and began to take more and more of me inside her mouth. Continuing to lick and suck as her hands gently cupped and massaged my balls. I stood there looking down, watching myself disappear into her mouth. Watched as she bobbed her head on me. And I almost lost it right there. I tried to stop her. To push her away, but she grunted her disapproval at me and began to suck harder and take me deeper. Until I felt myself hitting the back of her throat. I began to feel my hips bucking and pushing me farther into her mouth. My hands tangled in her curls. Sweeping them to one side so I could watch her beautiful face as she pleasured me. Finally I could take no more. If I allowed this to continue I'd never be able to finish this as I needed to.

I tugged her upward. And turned her around pressing her against the wall of the elevator. My hands were on either side of her trapping her. I kissed her. Full and hard on the mouth. Then as my tongue swept in, I lifted her legs and urged her to link her feet around my hips. Then, in an instant, I began to slide inside her. I felt a wet, liquid heat meet me. She was incredibly tight and warm and soaking wet around me. I inched forward slowly until I was buried inside her. Home. I heard her sharp intake of breath when I seated myself fully within her. I allowed her a moment to adjust to me. Then I began to glide in and out of that moist heat. Building that fire inside her again. I did this for a while, until my desire became so great that I had to have more. 

I began to thrust inside. Harder, faster. Taking her in deep strokes. Pulling her ass and hips toward me as I crashed inside of her. Over and over. I heard her whimpers turn to moans, and her moans to groans, and decided I wanted more of that sweet symphony. That siren song in my head. I switched up the rhythm and began to thrust in short fast bursts. Then all of a sudden I would bury myself hard inside her. Making her scream and call out my name. She was panting and breathless, and sweating, and beautiful in my arms. 

We were both so close now. The sounds and small curses coming from that mouth turned me on even more. I kept fucking her. Pushing harder into her. And she wasn't complaining. She was taking all of me, matching me thrust for thrust. I kept shoving and burying my cock inside her pussy. Feeling her get even wetter, if that was possible. Then I felt her walls begin to clench onto my cock. Pulling at it. And I knew her orgasm was near. I speeded up the assault pumping with all the strength I had, until I heard her primal scream. She came apart shattering in my arms. And I pumped once, twice, three more times, and filled her with my cum. 

I turned, with her still in my arms, and slid down the wall until we sat once more on the elevator floor. We remained there for an hour. Just kissing and coming down from that high. We talked and laughed until she fell asleep, her head laying gently on my shoulder. After one last glance I gave into sleep as well. 

I awoke to the alarm on my watch at 6 A.M. And woke her from her sleep. She stretched, working out the kinks and tenderness in her limbs and muscles. We both managed to stand, retrieve our clothes, and get dressed. Suddenly there was no reminder or evidence of what had taken place inside the elevator. We talked about our private and professional lives, and hinted to the feelings and sensations we had experienced the night before. Then, at 7:30 A.M. the maintenance crew opened the elevator door and we were freed from the confines of the small chamber. 

We both emerged grateful for our newfound freedom. Yet, at the same time, we both knew that our memories of what happened inside that elevator would not fade anytime soon. And we were both glad for that. But a memory was not good enough for me. I wanted this. With her, more often. I wanted to hear those cries and screams. I wanted to feel her reaction to my every movement inside her. And so I did what any sensible, concerned boss in this situation would do. I ordered her to take the day off, and I took her home with me. And there, I heard those cries, moans, sighs, and screams. And felt those passionate reactions. Repeatedly.. 



Stuck



For two whole days!!! She had to catch her breath just thinking about how wonderful it would be for them to be together nonstop for two days, for the first time ever. It would be paradise. She wanted to get everything ahead of time, leave nothing to chance, and be totally prepared so they could enjoy doing whatever they pleased. As she made her way through the grocery store she found herself so riddled with anticipation that her panties were soaked. She told herself to focus as she methodically walked each isle, thinking of the possibilities, and making choices what to buy. It was such a catch twenty two, she thought, and she laughed out loud. How was she supposed to focus on shopping when knowing what it was for was such a big distraction! 

Finally, she rounded the last corner and perused the isle quickly, even though she doubted there would be anything in the household section of the grocery store which would lend itself to sexual pleasure. Then, just as she headed for the checkouts she saw him. She couldn't believe her eyes. She stared and blinked until she came to her senses. There he was, shopping with a small basket in hand, and so very engaged in the task at hand he hadn't seen her. She smiled and decided to watch him from afar. He had wine, steak, potatoes and flowers already, but seemed to be mulling over which chocolate bar to buy before checking out. She decided to sneak around the other side of a shorter isle and round the corner so she'd bump into him. 

When she did he barely flinched, picked up his dropped items, excused himself, and walked to the checkout counter without even registering who he had bumped into! That was odd, she thought, even if she was married and they had to hide their involvement. She walked up behind him, got into line and waited.....and waited....until finally she could stay silent no more. He had chosen her favorite chocolate bar and was setting it on the belt when she said, "Yum, all my favorites." 

He looked up and just about jumped from surprise, but was so obviously happy to see her that he had a very hard cock within seconds. He had quite a job concealing it with the shopping basket. She chuckled at his efforts, but kept her eyes averted since they were in public. He replied kindly, "Yea should be a good dinner." with a polite smile, and then finished paying for his groceries, told her it was nice to see her, and walked out. She had noticed however, that he gave her tight fitting green dress the once over as covertly as he could before finishing his transaction, and he seemed pleased.

With a new bounce in her step, she left the store and headed for her car, thinking of how she might get away from her failed marriage, once and for all, and finally be happy. But how was that possible?? If only........no. She couldn't dwell on the "what ifs". Better to enjoy the here and now. As she loaded the last bag into her car she saw a flicker of white on her windshield. 

Reaching around the antenna, she grabbed it out from under the wiper and read, MEET ME NOW, OUR SPOT, I CAN'T WAIT TO GET MY HANDS ON YOU! Her face broke into a wide grin as she closed the door, started the car and sped off in the direction of their favorite park, Cherokee.

Her breathing was heavy as she pulled into the small gravel parking lot, caught a glimpse of him walking the trail, and jumped out to try and catch him. "Wait!" she yelled but he either hadn't heard, or chose not to stop. She thought the latter to be more likely, so she quickened her pace, and realized this was all part of his teasing manor when she caught him turn his head slightly at the sound of her quickened pace. She rounded the next corner, but he was nowhere in sight. 

Just then he grabbed her arm and pulled her into him for a deep kiss. He started groping every inch of her, pulling up her dress, savoring the feel of her bare bottom. She lusted for him. She began to help him remove her clothing and his, although, for her it was nothing more than a dress and scant undergarments. Kissing hard and heavy, moving slowly, they lowered themselves onto the ground. 

They were just off to the side of the main trail when he pulled her onto his face, eating her out with relish, while she begged to be fucked. This park was their favorite for many reasons, but the most obvious reason was the seclusion. They had both remarked on a number of occasions how it was their city's best kept secret. He finally opened his eyes, caught her gaze and held it, telling her he intended to have his way with her first so she should just enjoy. And she did. He had a way of bringing her to the edge of desire so quickly, without pushing her over, keeping her in that lingering state of measured intensity just before fulfilling her need for orgasm. 

Soon after his lips and tongue had finished their sensual assault on her snatch, allowing her a toe curling orgasm, they were fucking good and hard. She writhed on top of his cock with such persistence he had to avert his eyes from her jiggling breasts to maintain control over his growing urge. He had always been able to keep his stride, yet he had to admit that it was difficult just now. 

Sitting up now he just had to allow himself the pleasure of mouthing those breasts. Looking at her hard nipples, watching her move up and down, feeling her hot moisture all around him...it all felt so dam good. He wanted her to cum first so he summoned all his strength to help her do it, perhaps a little faster than she wanted, but very well and highly satisfying. He took hold of her buttocks and began grinding her down, moving her all around, bringing her to fruition with a long, loud guttural sound. 

She was pulling her nipples with her hands while she gazed into his steely blue eyes, and that was what had done it. The look they shared when everything they felt culminated. He followed suit exploding within her, filling her with hot and sticky cum that oozed out around his still highly aroused member, buried deep within her. He moaned a satisfied sort of appreciation for the experience as she rolled off him, laughing. She thanked him for yet another fabulous cum, "That was fantastic. And I needed that." she told him. 

She asked him if he had a hard day to which he replied, "Yea, lots of work, and lots of stupid people I didn't want to deal with." She sighed contentedly then said "I hate to break up the party but we need to go. It'll start snowing soon and although you warmed me up I'm starting to get cold." He grinned from ear to ear, and said "So I see." His eyes feasted on her prominent, pointed nipples perched atop her now swaying breasts being returned to the bra he'd pulled off so quickly only moments ago. "I like the new bra, by the way." He said with an easy smile. "I thought you might." she giggled in reply in spite of herself. 

He commented that they'd have to plan on doing this again sometime when it was warmer, and she agreed. Today, after all, was cool but still warm for Wisconsin considering the time of year. They were lucky to have had this fine experience in nature. Agreeing to meet at his house within the hour, they parted ways with a quick kiss and then drove off in different directions, neither of them knowing what awaited them in the very near future.

The snow had started and turned heavy, and began falling faster by the time she arrived, so he met her at the door to help carry in the bags he knew she had. She emptied them while he added more logs to the fire, and spread a blanket on the futon mattress he had positioned on the floor directly in front of the fireplace. The fire gave a fine glow to the whole room, but an especially nice one to her hair. Hearing her approach he turned around, anxious to see that very effect, just in time to see her atop the bottom step about to make her way upstairs.

He asked her where she was going, "Getting comfy." she said with a sly grin, and hurried upstairs. He stripped, crawled under the blanket, and lay there, waiting for her to return, and as he did he thought about what he'd do to her once he had her in his arms. He was more than ready to do as he pleased, but he also had to remind himself to keep calm inside, or his long term plans would be discovered before he was ready to reveal them.

She snickered as she approached, and looking up he gasped. She had taken him by surprise since he was lost in thought. She now wore the most intriguing piece of lingerie he'd ever seen. It was stingy yet covered enough to be imaginative. "You're very sure of yourself I see." She jerked her head in his direction ever so slightly indicating his nearby pile of clothing as she said it, but it was no secret she loved the fact that he was poised to please. 

She dropped down, threw back the blanket and took him full in her mouth, filling him with such an onslaught of sensations he began begging her to ride him. "No." she replied simply and he knew it was her turn to take what she wanted....do as she pleased while it was his turn to wait, enjoy and attempt to make it last just as she had been forced to do earlier in the park. 

The wind began to howl and the temperature dropped, but they remained warm and oblivious to the outside world enjoying each other to the fullest extent. She pulled and sucked, then licked and squeezed. She played with herself, tasted his kiss often, and put his hands where she wanted to feel them. She rode his fingers, called out his name as she came, tasted sweet victory as he squirted her full of cum, his dick firmly wedged between her breasts. 

When they had worn themselves out, temporarily at least, their growling stomachs now demanded sustenance. "We should make dinner sometime", he said, and she agreed so they began cooking together, not even bothering to dress. Keeping on task was hard, but eventually they had a lovely steak dinner on the floor before them. Switching the TV on to pop in a tasteful porno, one they had made together, they found that the first ten inches of snow was already on the ground! Weather forecasters were now predicting the same sort of city wide shut down that was initially guaranteed for only two days, for an additional third day?! 

"We'll be stuck here longer than we expected." she said but he piped up saying "Speak for yourself." and actually chuckled. She gazed at him in amazement as he told her a tale of planning even she had not suspected him capable of. He had stocked the house, arranged the furniture, chopped extra wood, and intended to keep her for the third day because he loved her and wouldn't dream of cutting things short due to the weather. No, he had decided this was a gift. They would simply enjoy it. She was very unhappily married. Stuck. But they had each other and very rare moments like this so they dealt with the other details as necessary until she got the word the divorce was going to happen. And it worked for now, but her situation was unpredictable at best.

Eating dinner quickly turned into a sexually charged and sensual affair as they found themselves placing bites of food in strategic places all over their bodies, and then challenging themselves to eat it without hands. It was fun, but also messy so a shower seemed in order. With the hot water pulsing over them, they began to kiss, to caress and he finger fucked her until she screamed. He liked the pungent smell and the taste of her cum so he licked his fingers clean before the water robbed him of it. 

He began washing her body gently and she washed his, then he wrapped her in a towel, scooped her up and carried her to the bed where he spread her legs wide to enjoy eating her as dessert. His tongue was magic, she said, as she told him how to use it, and he performed the most amazing tricks. Flick my clit, bury your tongue inside me....on and on it went until she was pulling him up with all her strength, trying to make him fuck her.

"Not just yet." he responded and rolled her over, entered her from behind and pumped her until she tightened around him making him cum. Although she protested mildly with a pleasurably agonized groan, she really wanted her chance for a turn on top, she'd be patient and wait. They lay together savoring the feel of their tangled limbs humming with sensitivity. She started kissing him and skimming her hands over his skin some minutes later, whispering suggestive memories from their sexual past, placing his hands where she wanted them on her body. 

Eventually he relented and allowed her to entice him into another good, albeit short, ride on his stiff, perfect length before allowing him to sleep. She slid off, and they drifted into deep sleep almost instantly, holding onto each other, and knowing they'd enjoy so much more tomorrow. More than either of them could ever imagine. 

The morning brought sunshine even if half the windows were obscured by the snow that had piled up while they slept. She blinked and prodded Carl awake. He grinned and pulled her toward him so she could feel his love for herself. Her eyes were wide, causing him to raise his eyebrows in mock surprise, but she just pointed at the window. He glanced at it and allowed an evil grin to spread across his face. 

Sherri was astonished that he didn't seem the least bit concerned. "Do you realize how much snow has fallen?" she asked and Carl slowly nodded. He pulled a small box out from under his pillow. She hadn't seen it yet, but it dawned on her that he had planned so much more than she had given him credit for even after their earlier conversation. 

Turning her head back toward him once again, Sherri asked "I didn't hear the plow service did you?" and then she saw it. As she took in the enormity of this promise he was making, especially in light of the fact that her divorce was still an issue, she struggled to catch her breath. Tears filled her eyes. Still, her face lit up as she took the ring out and placed it on her hand.

It was April 1st but she knew this was no joke. They were utterly completely in love from the first moment they connected, nearly three years ago now, and as his face filled with pure joy he replied "Nope. They're under orders not to show up until the storm passes. You're all mine now." He watched Sherri's face melt into a tender smile. "Happy Birthday" she said. Carl smiled, "Yes it is." And then there was nothing more to say. No matter how long it took to realize their dream, they were together for the long haul now, and wouldn't ever be stuck in a bad way again.



Stuck



It was Saturday morning and I was working the garage while my wife, Cathy, was doing her chores in the house. Our child was staying at her grandparent's for the weekend. As I was going about cleaning off my workbench, I head Cathy yell for me from the kitchen. I went inside to find her with her arm in the sink and a distressed look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I got my hand stuck in the garbage disposal. Can you please help get me out?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied as I went over to assess the situation. At first glance I wasn't sure what I could do. I tried pulling on her arm, but that hurt her too much. As I was pondering what to do next, the uniqueness of the situation dawned on me. As she frequently does around the house, Cathy was only wearing a nightshirt with nothing underneath it. Here she was bent over the kitchen sink and unable to move hardly at all.

"Maybe what we need is some lubrication," I said coyly.

"That's a good idea," she replied innocently. "Why don't you grab the dish soap from under the sink?"

"That's not exactly what I had in mind," I said as I pulled her shirt up around her waist, exposing her bottom half.

"What are you doing?" she said with some irritation. "Quit fooling around and get me out of here."

I ignored her and caressed her ass with my hand. She wiggled her butt to get me to stop, but that just enticed me more. 

"Come on, get me out of here and then we can fool around," she said in a much friendlier tone.

"I kind of like things how they are," I replied as my hand slipped between her legs.

"Mmm," she moaned. "That does feel nice."

My fingers lightly glided over her pussy, enjoying the softness and occasionally toying with her clit. My cock was getting hard and she was starting to get wet.

"That feels really good, but I'm a little distracted wondering how I'm going to get out of here," she said bringing me out of my trance.

"Unfortunately, I think I'm going to have to call a plumber," I responded while slipping a finger between her folds. "I'll be right back."

"Bring me something to put on when you come back!" she yelled after me.

I went upstairs and called a plumbing company I had used before. They said because it was an emergency situation they could have someone there in a few minutes. They also said that since it was the weekend it was going to be weekend rates. Ugh.

I went back to the kitchen to give Cathy the news.

"Did you bring me something to put on?" she asked.

"No, I forgot. Besides, it might be kind of exciting for you to be dressed like this when the plumber gets here," I teased.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked hopefully.

"Not at all. I think it would be very sexy for you to be like this when a strange plumber arrives. Now that I think of it, he might even have to crawl under the sink and then he'll really get a show," I pondered.

Starting to panic a little she pleaded, "Please go get me something to put on."

Her shirt was still around her waist, so I slipped my hand between her legs again to find her even wetter than when I had left. "What is this? I think maybe someone else is turned on by the idea too?"

"No, that's from what you were doing before. Now, please, go get me..." she pleaded. But the ringing of the doorbell interrupted her.

"Sorry, too late," I said in mock apology as I pulled her shirt down over her ass and went to answer the door.

I opened the front door to find a gentleman from the plumbing company I had called. He was a well-built, black man wearing a company uniform and carrying a tool bag. "Hi," he said as he shook my hand. "I'm Rob from Ajax plumbing. I understand you have a problem?"

"Yes, Rob, come on in." I said stepping aside. I explained the situation and directed him to the kitchen.

"Hi mam," Rob said to Cathy. "It's nice to meet you. Let's see what we've got here." I couldn't help but notice that he quickly looked her over before stepping over to look in the sink. Apparently he had the same reaction I did to her situation! 

He pondered things for a moment before saying, "It looks like I'm going to have to remove the disposal. But don't worry, it shouldn't take long." He knelt down and got a couple of tools from his bag, then looked at the cabinet doors under the sink. "Can you step back a little so I can open the cabinet door?" he asked her. She slowly complied, putting her in even more of a bent over position than she was before, her shirt rising further up her backside.

He carefully opened the cabinet door, then pondered how to get under the sink. "I'm sorry to have to ask you this, mam, but can you spread your feet apart so I can crawl between them to get under the sink?"

Cathy and I both knew what this meant. He was going to get a really good show! I expected her to protest or ask if there wasn't some other way, but instead she just moved her feet as far apart as she comfortably could. This caused her shirt to ride up even further, leaving her completely exposed from underneath. I watched as he maneuvered himself onto his back, then scooted between her legs and slowly under the sink. I could tell by where his eyes were looking and the expression on his face that he had just gotten an eye full of her woman parts and was quite happy about it.

Once he was under the sink, I decided to go for broke. "So Rob, what would you do if you found your wife in this predicament?"

"If I wasn't a plumber myself, I'd probably call one like you did," he said, not following where I was going.

"What I mean is, wouldn't you be inclined to take advantage of her womanly charms?" I asked more bluntly.

He laughed and said, "Yes, I probably would at that."

Knowing that he couldn't see from where he was and that she wouldn't say anything to bring attention to it, I reached my hand between her legs and rubbed her now soaking pussy. I eased a finger inside her as I said, "Cathy doesn't think anyone but me thinks she sexy. Rob, do you think she's sexy?"

Without hesitation he replied, "She sure is! You're one lucky man to have such a sexy wife."

As I slid my finger slowly in and out, I pondered where to go next with this. "Rob, not only is she sexy, but she has the tastiest and tightest pussy ever. Maybe you'd like to taste it for yourself?"

There it was. I had crossed the line. Now how would he respond? How would Cathy respond? After what was probably a brief pause, but seemed like forever, Rob replied, "If she's okay with it, I'd be happy to have a taste." One down, one to go.

Sliding my finger in as far as it would go, I asked Cathy, "Dear, would you like it if Rob gave your pussy a few licks?"

With her head down, in a faint whisper she said, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I don't think Rob heard you," I teased.

"Yes!" she said much louder this time.

I eased my finger out and pulled her shirt up around her waist. Rob moved out of under the sink and under her pussy. It was slightly awkward, but he lifted himself up until his face was in her crotch and started licking. I watched from behind as his tongue danced over the folds over her pussy and played with her clit. In no time at all Cathy was moaning loudly and grinding her hips onto his face.

"Don't stop," she cried out. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

It was so sexy to watch her cum as Rob sucked on her pussy.

After another minute or two she finally said, "Stop. I can't take anymore of that." So Rob released his grip and lay back down on the floor, looking up in admiration at her throbbing pussy.

I wasn't surprised to see that Rob had a large bulge in his pants at this point. There seemed only one logical next step. "Rob, maybe you'd like to see just how tight her pussy is?" 

"I would love to!" he quickly replied.

Would she object or was she worked up enough to go along with this? "Cathy, can Rob slide his cock inside you to see how tight you are?"

"Yes!" she moaned, her hips already thrusting back and forth.

Rob quickly got up off the floor and dropped his pants. "Wow!" I involuntarily exclaimed. I hate to say it, but Rob's cock was the stereotype of black men. It was long and thick with a set of balls to match.

"What's wrong?" Cathy asked.

"Well, nothing's wrong exactly," I hesitated. "It's just that Rob has a very large cock."

"That's ok," she said. "Just go easy."

I don't think she realized just how large it was, but she was about to find out.

He stroked himself a few times before stepping up to her and rubbing the head of his cock between her pussy lips. The contrast between her tiny, pink pussy and his huge, black cock was fantastic. I held my breath as the head of his dick disappeared between her lips, but then met resistance. He backed up a little, rubbed it around some more, then tried again. This time it slowly started to slip inside. Cathy let out a deep, sexy moan.

Rob gradually worked more and more of his shaft inside Cathy as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. When he was completely inside and his balls finally touched her clit, she cried out loud and shook all over as she had a tremendous orgasm. As her orgasm slowed, he slowly pulled his cock out until just the head was left inside, his shaft slick with her wetness. Now that she was acclimated to his size, he began a steady in and out motion, causing Cathy to moan each time he thrust inward. I reached over and pulled her shirt up over her breasts, then played with her nipple, which sent her into another orgasm.

"You're right," Rob practically grunted. "She has the tightest pussy I've ever felt, especially when she cums."

Taking his cock completely out, Rob asked Cathy, "Do you like my big cock in your tight little pussy?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"Would you like me to put it back in?" he asked as he rubbed her pussy with his dick.

"Yes," she moaned again.

"Yes, what?" he teased, pulling his cock away.

"Yes, please put your big, hard cock back in my pussy, now!" she yelled.

Rob smiled and slid into her willing pussy much easier this time, then stroked slowly in and out, both of us watching amazed as her pussy lips gripped him tightly.

Much to my surprise, Cathy started moaning out, "Harder. Please, fuck me harder." Just when I thought I couldn't be any more turned on, I was. Rob gave her what she asked for and she seemed to be cumming nonstop, the kitchen filled with the sounds of his balls and hips slapping her backside. Rob's breathing quickened as his own orgasm approached. With a final, hard thrust he let out a loud groan and pumped his hot cum deep inside her.

Looking like he was going to collapse, he slowly pulled his softening member out of her and stepped back to lean against the counter. Her pussy was swollen and stretched and Rob's cum was slowly leaking out, down across her clit, and dripping onto the floor. As sexy as this looked, I was too worked up to wait any longer. I quickly undid my pants and extracted my aching hard cock. Stepping into place behind her, I thrust into her in one smooth motion. I had never had sloppy seconds before, so this was a new sensation. She just felt like she was really wet. Which, well, she was, but it wasn't all of her cum this time.

I went as slow as I could manage, but it was all so incredibly hot and her pussy felt so good that it wasn't long before I was ready to cum too. She sounded like she was getting close to another orgasm herself, but I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled my cock from her hungry pussy and rubbed it against her as my cum splashed all over her back and ass. I rubbed my cum into her skin, then all over her pussy, sending her over the edge finally.

I just stood there recovering and admiring the sight before me. I can't describe how beautiful and sexy she looked at that moment. Finally, Rob broke the spell by saying, "I should probably get her out of there now, although it's tempting to wait and have another round."

I smiled knowingly, but then much to my surprise Cathy said, "I can't stand any longer. Get me out of here and the you can do whatever you want."

Rob didn't even bother pulling his pants back up, but got under the sink and disconnected the disposal in a few minutes, freeing Cathy finally. She staggered in to the living room, pulled her nightshirt off, and fell down onto the couch completely naked. After a short rest, we did do what we wanted to her, but that's a story for some other time.



Stuck



Have you ever been in that position where you've got stuck and you've got to rely on the kindness of strangers to get you out? It happened to me recently. And I'd like to say that not all strangers are overflowing with the milk of human kindness.

It was a really nice day, after a week of heavy rain. I was feeling distinctly cooped up and decided to go for a drive in the country. I wasn't going anywhere in particular. I could see the mountains in the distance and thought that the air was so clear I'd probably get a magnificent view from the lookout, so I headed in that direction.

I reached the parking area at the bottom of the trail to the lookout and pulled in. The ground was really mucky from all that rain but I'd thought of that and brought along a pair of gumboots to wear. I put them on and then sloshed through the mud to the trail and started up. 

I didn't even make it a hundred yards. The path was pure sludge, a gooey greasy sort of clay, and if I hadn't been holding the hand rail I'd have been sitting in that muck. The condition of the trail explained the empty parking area. No-one but me was silly enough to come here immediately after all that rain. 

So I turned around and slipped and slithered back down the trail towards my car. When I reached it, it seemed to me that my car was smaller than normal. Standing back and looking at it I found that the wheels had sunk several inches into the surface.

Shrugging, I got in the car, started the engine and reversed out and didn't move an inch. The wheels just spun on the spot, sending gouts of mud flying everywhere. When I got out of the car to take a look at the situation I found all I'd done was sink the car deeper.

I reached for my phone to call for help and found I had no signal. No towers nearby, apparently. Grumbling to myself I sloshed my way to the road and waited for a car to come by so I could flag them down and get some assistance.

And waited. And waited some more. The road was just not in use. It slowly dawned on me that the reason the road was not in use was because it finished being a sealed road at about the point I was standing and became a dirt road. Rather, a mud road. There would be few, if any, cars travelling along it. 

There was nothing I could do but wait, and eventually I struck it lucky. A whacking great 4WD came down the mountain, cruising easily over the muddy road. I flagged him down and he pulled over and this huge redneck came climbing out of the cabin. 

"You got a problem, little lady," he asked.

"Ah, yes," I admitted. "My car is stuck in the parking area and I was hoping you could give me a tow out onto the road."

He looked at me, looked over at my car, smirked, the arrogant sod, and then looked up and behind me at something and then looked back at me.

I turned to look at what was behind me and for the first time noticed the sign posted there. Among other things, it warned people not to park for the time being as the area had to be resurfaced. 

So I hadn't seen the sign. So shoot me. It was a bit late now.

"I'm Silas," the red-neck said, "and I have heard it said that stupidity is its own reward. Unfortunate for you, but all right by me. I can get you out easy enough with a slight helping hand from you."

I was all smiles. Home, here I come.

"OK," I almost sang. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, I'll stay parked on the road and hook on my tow rope and just winch you out of there. While I'm doing that I just want you to stay out of the way."

I nodded. Staying out of the way I could do with no problems.

"However, before I do that I want my payment for service rendered," he continued. "So I'll get you to drop your panties and lean over the seat of your car."

"What?" I asked.

Silas frowned.

"You deaf?" he asked. "I want you to drop your panties and lean over the seat of your car."

"Are you crazy?" I asked him. "Do you expect me to have sex with you just to get you to pull my car out?"

"Yes," he said.

"I won't do it," I protested, "and you can't make me."

"No intention of making you," he said. "Goodbye. Someone else may come along, if you're lucky."

The son-of-a-bitch turned around and started walking back to his car. He was going to just go and leave me stranded and night was approaching. I could be stuck all night.

"Wait," I said. "Can't we discuss this?" 

I was desperate enough that I'd probably give him a blow job if he asked.

He just glanced around at me, said "No" and continued walking.

I panicked. There was no way I could stand being stuck up here all night. 

"OK, I'll do it," I said. "Please."

He stopped and came strolling back towards me. 

"Thought you might see it my way," he said and walked with me over to where my car waited. 

The car was unlocked and he just opened the back door and indicated that it was my move. I just gave him a look, realised I was stuck and bent over and leaned into the car, hands braced on the back seat.

"You were supposed to drop your panties first," rumbled Silas. "Would you like me to do that for you?"

"Yes, please," I said through gritted teeth. 

Silas promptly pushed my skirt up out of his way and pulled down my panties.

"You do understand that I'm now going to fuck you," he asked, and I nodded.

"I didn't hear that," he growled and I gave a hasty "Yes."

"Just so we're all on the same page," he said, and his hand landed on my pussy and started working it.

It wasn't rape, as I was agreeing, but in my opinion it wasn't far off. Silas was taking unconscionable advantage of my situation, and all I could do was bend over and take it up the. . .

And take it I did. I felt Silas spreading my lips and then I'll swear my eyes must have popped when he invaded me. He just pushed firmly home and if I couldn't react in time to take him, bad luck for me. He felt huge and I must have squealed like a stuck pig.

Silas just laughed. He gave me a slap on the bottom and told me not to worry. I'd taken him fine and everything's sweet.

For him maybe. I was suddenly full of cock that I didn't want and it was starting to play. Silas pulled back and came banging straight back in as though sucked in by a vacuum. The rate at which he started to pump me I wouldn't have been surprised if he was creating a vacuum when he pulled back.

Now I'm not claiming to be a blushing virgin or to be wildly experienced, but I have known a cock or two in my time. What I haven't known before was a man who started of his sex full bore and then just seemed to get faster.

Silas was moving in me so fast I was afraid I'd get friction burns, and I can assure you he was generating a lot of heat. I was squealing with every thrust he made and the fires inside me were just exploding into being. I'd never known that a man could make you so hot, so fast, and still keep going, getting faster and faster. The way Silas was pounding into me you'd think he was trying out for the Olympics and determined to get there first.

Silas didn't slow down for a breather the entire time he was in me. He wanted sex and he was taking his sex. Anything I wanted was irrelevant to his mind and he just repeatedly rammed into me, taking his pleasure.

That frenetic pounding was turning my insides to jelly. I was just dissolving around his cock, my flesh turning liquid and feeding the flames inside me and they were mounting at a horrifying rate. The only other time I'd felt anything like this hot down there was immediately before a climax, but this didn't seem to be about to occur.

Silas just took me, and took me, and took me, while I squealed and writhed under him, expecting to be the first woman to spontaneously combust during sex.

Then I did seem to catch fire and I was screaming and Silas was spraying fuel onto my fires, causing me to burn even hotter, and I don't really remember much else.

The next thing I really knew was when I got a slap on the bottom and Silas was telling me to shift my arse. I staggered out of the car, trying to hitch up my panties as I moved, to find that Silas had already hooked my car to his winch. 

I stood and watched and he engaged the winch and just yanked my car out of the mud and over onto the road. Silas then unhooked his winch, gave me a wave and drove off. I staggered over to my car, got in and headed for home. I was seriously considering putting an icepack on my pussy to try to cool it down.

Isn't it wonderful how mountain people are so friendly and helpful, eager to lend a hand with no thought of recompense?

- - -

Have I ever been stuck? I'll say I have. It was a ridiculous situation. I'd just arrived home and got out of my car. I flicked the door closed as I got out, as you do. Now it was a breezy day and I was wearing a flirty skirt. Catch the drift?

Just as I swung the door closed behind me a gust of wind puffed up my skirt. That's the trouble with that sort of skirt. Being short and loose the wind likes to embarrass you. 

Now my car's an old banger and the door is hard to close so I gave it a good hard push when I flicked it closed. My skirt puffed up, got snagged by the door and I got dragged back against the door as it closed, my weight being enough to really push the door home. And, mind you, I'd set the lock before I swung the door closed so I needed the key to unlock it.

So why didn't I just unlock the door? Because when I got jerked backwards by the door catching my skirt I dropped the keys, and I couldn't reach them. And while I was quite willing to wriggle out of my skirt and pick up the keys, I couldn't. The door had jerked my skirt up around my waist and half the material was jammed in the door. I couldn't take the stupid thing off.

I was effectively pinned to the side of the car with most of my charms on display, protected by a very skimpy pair of panties. It was a case of thank god I was out of view of the street. I'd have to wait until my mother or father got home and released me.

Then I heard this whistling from over the fence. A very tuneless whistling. It was Jason. I had an odd relationship with Jason. Sometimes we were friends, other times we couldn't stand each other. We'd never actually been boyfriend/girlfriend, just friends.

And he was just the other side of the fence.

"Jason," I yelled.

The whistling stopped and his head popped up over the fence.

"You rang?" he intoned.

"I'm stuck. Can you come and get me loose."

Jason laughed and said he'd be there right away. Right away was right. He jumped the fence and sauntered around to see what the problem was.

He liked what he saw, too. He smirked at me, me standing there in skimpy panties, and wiggled his eyebrows.

"What happened?" he asked.

I explained about the door catching my dress and his smirk just grew bigger. 

"Why not just unlock the door?" he asked, and I looked pointedly at the keys lying on the ground next to him.

He nodded, trying to look wise and knowing.

"A classic catch-22," he said. "You need the keys to let you get free to get the keys."

"Can you please open the door or give me the keys so I can open the door?" I asked, frustrated that I had to actually ask him to do it.

"But I'm seeing a side of you I've never seen before," he said, "and it's a lovely view. I want to see more of it."

"Forget it, Jason. Just get me loose."

The swine moved closer and ran a finger lightly over my panties. 

"Very nice," he said.

Then he rubbed me even harder, while I yelled at him.

"Very, very nice," he told me, and then next thing I knew he was pulling my panties down.

"Jason," I wailed, and he laughed at me, his hand busy stroking my pussy, massaging and teasing.

"I'm going to kill you for this," I snarled at him, and he just grinned.

"I've got you at a disadvantage I never expected," he said, and to my relief he stepped back and stopped stroking me.

My relief didn't last long. He deliberately pulled down his zip and brought out his erection. I'd seen erections before and his was every bit as good as any I'd seen. 

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him.

"Jason, you wouldn't," I wailed, but very much afraid that he would.

He was smiling as he came closer to me. I wasn't a virgin and I'm pretty sure Jason knew it. I was shaking my head and he was smiling and nodding.

Standing right in front of me he reached down and started stroking me again.

"Move your legs further apart," he said softly, and I just gulped and did as I was told.

His cock started rubbing against my pussy, sliding between my legs and I could feel it rasping against my lips. Excitement was curling my tummy and I was starting to sweat. Then he pressed upward into my slit and my lips just yielded without a struggle, letting him in.

Jason didn't muck around. He pushed firmly into me, forcing his way steadily and firmly deep inside me. His hands came around to hold my bottom, helping to pull me firmly onto his cock.

I was just clutching his shirt and hanging onto him, not quite believing that he was doing this.

As soon as he was in me, Jason started pushing up my top. When he'd pushed it above my bra he left it, took hold of my bra and slowly pushed it up over my breasts until they popped free. 

I was watching him and he was watching my breasts, fascinated. His hands came up and cupped them and his thumbs started rolling my nipples around and they hardened on the spot.

Jason then switched to looking at me and I could feel him starting to move inside me. I couldn't help myself. I just gave this little groan and started pushing back against him, enjoying the sensation of Jason, my old sparring partner, demonstrating his current mastery of me.

There was no sense of a frantic rush being required. There was no-one around to disturb us and Jason just took his pleasure of me while pleasuring me at the same time.

Jason pushed into me and I pushed back against him, our rhythm seemingly perfect from the first motion. Our speed increased, but only slowly, just a steady progression as we moved towards a preordained end.

Even though we were progressing slowly, we were definitely progressing. It didn't seem all that long before Jason was slamming into me hard and fast and I was gasping and squealing and pushing just as hard and fast, meeting his every thrust.

I could feel the end approaching and Jason was kissing me and his hands were tormenting my breasts and his cock was driving me mad with lust and I was banging against him and then he was spraying me and I just latched onto his cock and tried to milk him dry.

When I came down from my high Jason was still there and still inside me. He was smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile back. It had been rather good, if unwanted and unexpected.

"Um, the keys," I suggested.

The rotten swine just smirked at me, reached through the open window, and unlatched the door. I couldn't believe it. The fucking window was open and I'd stood there like an idiot, not seeing it. It might have been behind me but I should at least have checked.

I glared at him and he just laughed at me. Then he was disengaging and I felt a sense of loss as I felt him pulling out.

"There will be a charge for my services," Jason whispered. "I'll see you tomorrow and start collecting on it."

"The hell you will," I said, snatching my skirt away from the door and grabbing for my keys.

Jason was walking away laughing as I rushed into the house, and I had a nasty feeling that he'd be waiting for me when I got home from work the next day and that I wouldn't be able to stop him from collecting a payment.

- - -

Ever been stuck in an odd way or position? Well, not me personally, but I did come across such a situation once. At a hardware store, of all places. 

I was there to get some insulation and I was prowling around the shelves checking out the prices when I heard this odd squeaking. Being a natural curious person I looked around to see what was making the noise. It sounded like a muffled yell. 

I finally stuck my head through the service door on the back wall and the sound was a little clearer. So I walked into an employee only area. Big deal. The area was an additional stockroom with shelves piled high with all sorts of stuff. Glancing down the rows I saw a pair of legs vanishing into the shelves. 

I don't mean they were in the act of climbing into the shelves. Whoever was there was bent over and jammed into the shelves with just their legs and bottom showing. And quite a nice little bottom it was, too. Whoever it was, was wriggling, and I could hear muffled shouting so I ambled over to see what was wrong.

When I got there I could see that this young woman had been reaching in amongst the shelves, trying to get something that was wedged at the back of the shelf. Now what I could see, that she couldn't, was the fact that there was this sturdy little hook hanging down from the shelf above her. When she'd pushed her way into the shelf the hook had slid under her belt and when she'd tried to back out she found herself literally on the hook. 

All she knew was that she was caught. She couldn't move in any direction, no matter how she wriggled. All the stock surrounding her on the shelves was muffling her yells. It was only chance and excellent hearing that had led me to her.

It was obvious to me that there was only one thing I could do. I lifted her uniform tunic away from that pretty little bottom so that I could get a better look. That started some more squealing so I slapped her bottom and told her to hush up. She gave a startled squeak, but she did hush up.

Sort of. 

"Will you please get me out of here," she asked. "I'm stuck. I'm caught on something."

"I can see that," I said. "I'll help you in a moment. Right now I'm busy."

Busy admiring her bottom. It was round and soft, covered by white cotton panties. Not for long though. They peeled down very easily, and her bottom was now round and soft and bare.

She, whoever she was, was bitterly protesting the removal of her panties, and her whining went up a notch when I started stroking her mound. She seemed to be taking a deep breath prior to screaming but I gave her bottom another sharp tap.

"Don't bother screaming," I told her. "This room and the stock effectively muffle your voice. No-one is going to hear you except me and it will annoy me. And if I'm annoyed, your bottom gets smacked."

I gave her another sharp rap to drive the point home.

Then I got down to serious business. I patted her pussy. Massaged her mound. Rubbed along her lips and lightly scratched along the length of her slit. 

She squeaked and squealed and wriggled and reacted, reluctantly, maybe, but reacted. I could see her lips pursing slightly, separating, preparing for an expected invasion. And seeing she was prepared I thought it would be wrong to disappoint her. 

I moved her lips a little further apart and then lightly touched my erection to her. She said a bad word and I pushed past her lips. She said another bad word and I pushed in a little further. It was a bit of a game for me. Every time she swore I'd push in a little further. I think she caught on in the end, but by then it was way too late. She had a pussy full of cock that was raring to go.

I took my time, just making a gentle rocking movement to start with, letting her get used to what was about to happen. She was stubborn. I had to keep going for three or four minutes with that gentle rocking before she gave a groan and started rocking with me. 

Now that she had joined the action I slowly increased the length of my stroke, pulling slightly further back with every movement and driving in a little harder with each thrust. Fairly soon I was giving her what for, ramming home with gay abandon, while she squealed and bucked beneath me, apparently happy to take everything I was offering.




Stuck



I could hear the excitement building in her voice, and I knew that I was plenty excited. I was hitting her harder than ever, and it wasn't long before I heard her giving frantic little grunting sounds which I new presaged her climax. So I threw everything I had into some hard hitting strokes, letting my own climax flow and she gave this low wailing sound and shuddered beneath me, lying there trembling for a while as aftershocks plagued her.

I pulled her panties back into position and leaned over and whispered to her.

"If you undo your belt, you can pull it free from the hook it's caught on and get out of there," I told her.

I then withdrew and I could hear some pretty savage cursing coming from behind me as she undid her belt and got herself loose. By the time she came charging out of the storeroom I was long gone. I'd decided to get my insulation elsewhere.

- - - Ever been stuck? Oh god, yes. I still get embarrassed every time I think about it. You know, I never have told anyone the full story. What happened is this. . .

I'd arrived home, but when I went to unlock the door I couldn't find my key. It wasn't in my purse or my handbag or any of my pockets. I almost turned my car inside out looking for it. 

Obviously my next step was to check all the windows. Naturally they were all locked tight. Fortunately, I have a spare key. Unfortunately, my mother kept it for me and when I rang her she told me she was out and wouldn't be home for an hour or so. Why didn't I just go shopping to fill in the time?

Mainly, because I didn't want to. It was a hot day and I just wanted to go inside, switch on the air conditioner and veg for a while. 

That was the point I'd reached when Princess, my cat, came purring up to me. I picked her up and petted her, and she was quite an armful. Holding her was what gave me my bright idea.

Princess was a big cat, and she had this nice big pet door. If she could fit through it I should be able to wriggle through it. I was prepared to swear that Princess was fatter than me. I went and took a look at the pet door.

It was easy to just stick my head through but my shoulders were too wide. However, if I led with an arm, my head would follow and the rest of me should slide right on through.

And it should have worked. I slipped one arm and my head through and I was twisting around to push my other arm through but I couldn't quite do it. Resignedly I started to back out and go shopping.

I couldn't get out. I was stuck. I couldn't go forward and for some reason I couldn't back out. It was ridiculous. I'd slid in easily enough but I couldn't slide back. I was catching on something but damned if I knew what.

So I had taken an inconvenient situation and made it worse. I'd only be there for an hour or so and then my mother would arrive, but she's a blabbermouth. She'd tell dad and my brothers and they'd tell everyone. My brothers would probably put it on Facebook. It was an absolute disaster.

And it was going to get worse. I'd been lying there patiently waiting for about half an hour when I heard footsteps, and I thought relief had arrived. Something had arrived, alright. Trouble.

My first indication of the spot I was in was when a finger goosed me, pressing firmly against the crotch of my panties. That's when it occurred to me that all my wriggling back and forth had probably caused my skirt to ride up, leaving my panties exposed, but that was no excuse for goosing me.

I squealed and humped by bottom up, giving it a wriggle to get away from the probing finger. Then I screamed something at the perverted swine who'd done it. Was still doing it. All my scream did was echo through the empty house. Whoever was fondling me probably didn't even hear it.

Yes, I said fondling. His initial goose had changed to a full-blooded grope of my privates, and I was helpless to stop him. Before it happened, I knew, I just knew, that my panties were coming off. And they did.

I didn't know who was there so I'll call him John. Short for John Doe, the unknown male.

With my panties out of the way John spent what I suppose you could call quality time with my privates. He stroked me. He patted me. He massaged and rubbed and slid his fingers inside me. He did everything he wanted to, bar kissing me there, and it's even possible he did that.

One thing he did do was get me excited. There again, what could you expect. A man is making free of your pussy, teasing and stimulating it, and of course you're going to get turned on. You may not want to be, but it's going to happen.

I thought he might lift up my top and start groping my breasts, and my nipples were already hard, waiting for him. It didn't happen. All his attention was on my pussy, and he was lavishing a lot of attention on it.

John was spending so much time on my pussy that I knew what his final destination was going to be. All I could do was wriggle and squirm as he fingered me, protesting to an empty house. When he shifted his grip to my hips and lifted I knew what to expect.

John hauled my hips up and forced my legs to either side so I finished up sort of kneeling on spread legs, wide open for him. He didn't waste time either. No sooner was I in position than I could feel this cock charging into me, driving in all the way with just a single firm push.

John had spent enough time on my pussy to have my juices flowing freely, so it didn't hurt at all, but I fiercely resented the insult and screamed my head off. Big deal. There was no-one in the house to hear my outrage and if John heard I'm sure he wasn't worried.

Now that he was in me, John still didn't waste any time in working me over. He started pounding my pussy just as hard as he could, and I could feel my hips working overtime, bobbing my bottom in time to his thrusts, trying to meet him as an equal.

Possibly because a) it was rape, b) I couldn't do anything about it and c) I was screaming into an empty house, I just let myself go. I screamed and squealed and yelled and swore while I bounced off his cock as enthusiastically as I could. 

It seemed to just go on and on and I let it all come out with terrible screams and groans, squeals and sighs. Geez, it was wonderful. I'd never had such exciting sex before. I'd always been a little repressed up until then, worried about what my partner would think of me.

Worried about what my partner thought? I should worry about what some stray rapist thought of me? Screw him. He'd started this and if he couldn't keep up with me that was his problem, not mine.

I think I must have worried him somewhat. When he started, his hands were holding my hips lightly, just holding them steady while he took his pleasure. Ha! Before I was finished he was hanging onto my hips like grim death, fighting to keep his cock in control of the action.

He rode me all the way to an orgasm, and I came like a steam train. I just exploded and if I'm lucky I crushed his damn cock when my internal muscles clamped down on it to milk it. 

After that I sort of slumped down, but I could feel this big smile on my face. John pulled my panties back up and smoothed my skirt down and then he bolted. I could hear his footsteps retreating at speed. It was odd that. If I could hear his footsteps, how much of my squealing and carrying on did he hear?

Who cared? I settled down to wait for my mother. She told me I was an idiot for trying to get through the cat flap, and I just shrugged it off. I didn't mention my unknown visitor.

- - -

I'd had a few the night I got stuck. I'm not saying I was drunk or even tipsy, but I may have been a little judgement impaired.

I got home latish, and found I'd misplaced my key. It happens. Frequently. I have several spare sets. They just happened to be inside the house and mum and dad were away for the weekend.

Still not a problem. The window to my bedroom would be open. It's one of those with a winding handle. All I had to do was stick my hand through the gap, wind it open and climb through. I'd been in and out that way several times, unbeknownst to the parents. It was a squeeze but I could do it.

The first part of the plan went off without a hitch. I cranked the window open as wide as it would go and then hitched myself up and through.

Halfway through, anyway. It had been a couple of years since I'd been in this way and it appeared that I'd grown in several important areas. I just could not wriggle through the window, so I started to back out. That's when I found I had a problem. For some reason I couldn't wriggle back out. I was stuck and I let the world know my frustration.

The world answered. I heard the window opposite mine slide open behind me and the next thing there's a powerful torch shining up my Khyber Pass. And me bent over while wearing a mini skirt and abbreviated briefs.

"You know," drawled this sarcastic voice, "I'd swear that pretty little bottom belongs to Sharon. If that's you Sharon, just kick your legs."

Kick my legs? I did, imagining I was kicking him. He, in case you're interested was Mr Bee, the man next door. I'm not sure what the Bee stands for. I just always referred to him as Mr Bee.

"Assuming you're trying to get in or out and not just a new decoration, are you stuck?" 

"Brilliant deduction," I snarled. "Can you come and help me get loose and into the house?"

"Gee," he said, and I could hear the laugh in his voice. "You're showing a lot of tempting flesh there. Aren't you afraid I might ravish you."

Oh, yeah, like he was going to ravish me. My bum was about five feet above the ground. He was Spiderman and going to climb the wall and bonk me? 

That's when I made my second mid-judgement of the night.

"Feel free," I said sarcastically, "if you feel your cock is long enough to reach me."

Mr Bee just laughed and said he'd be over.

A couple of minutes later I heard him approaching and then there was this thumping sound and he was standing next to me with that torch still shining on my butt. Mr Bee gave me a friendly pat on the butt, curse him, and finally turned his torch onto the window.

"Not a problem," he said. "I'll just undo the winder and the whole window will swing wide. After you're in you can screw the winder back into position. But first. . ."

He switched his torch back to my bottom and then he slid a finger under my panties crotch and pulled them away from my pussy. I could feel him moving his finger up and down along my panties and then he was settling them back onto me. They felt odd at first, and then I guessed what he'd done. He'd bunched my panties up (not that there was much there to bunch up) and then put them back so they ran alongside my pussy, not covering me in any way whatsoever.

I squealed indignantly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded.

"Accepting your kind invitation," he said, and it dawned on me that his voice was suddenly coming from above me. What the hell?

What the hell, was right. The next moment I felt his fingers pulling lightly at my pussy lips, spreading them. And pushing into the inviting gap came this big fat cock, eager to make my close acquaintance.

"What the fuck?" I squealed and the swine laughed.

"It appears my cock is long enough," he said. "Isn't that lucky?"

Long enough? It was driving into me and it was already far too long for my peace of mind. 

"You're standing on something," I wailed.

"Well, yes," he said, "your wrought iron outside table. Very solid it is, too."

By this time he was well inside me and starting to cut wood, his cock sawing away industriously. Even wedged as I was I could feel myself trying to push to meet him. The whole thing was just so unfair.

"But I didn't mean it," I protested. "I didn't think you could reach me."

"Oh dear," he murmured. "Maybe you shouldn't have offered, in that case. Um, I notice you're not asking me to stop."

I nearly screamed at him, the arrogant swine. Did he think I wanted him to ravish me like this? I mean, his cock was moving like the clappers, and if he wasn't careful he'd have that table over.

He was screwing me, high, wide and handsome, putting some real effort into it. I was starting to think that if he kept this up he'd finish up pushing me through the window and into my room and then he'd miss out and it would serve him right.

Something else was nagging at me. Some comment that I was supposed to be addressing, but it's hard to concentrate when you're being ravished by a horny neighbour with a humongous cock. 

I was frantically trying to remember what I was supposed to be remembering while Mr Bee kept driving into me, his cock seeming to get bigger and harder with every stroke. Every time I tried to focus on something Mr Bee came driving into me and all I could think of was 'cock coming'.

And his cock was coming faster and faster. I was wriggling desperately, trying to keep up with it, trying to push myself against it when it entered me, wanting it to keep going and pleasure me. Oh, yes, that's what I was supposed to remember.

I hadn't told him to stop and I was supposed to. And I would. I would. But it could wait a moment.

And wait a moment it did. And then another moment and yet another, while Mr Bee kept plunging into me, driving me mad and driving me wild at the same time.

And then Mr Bee sprayed me internally, absolutely flooding me with hot sperm and I just lost all control, screamed and orgasmed. 

My sense slowly seemed to gather around me, and I remember I was trying to tell him to stop, so I did.

"Stop, Mr Bee," I managed to gasp out. "I want you to stop now."

For some reason he just laughed, but I felt him withdrawing and I felt smug. I'd ordered him to stop and he had to and did. A win for me.

I could hear him whistling and noises next to me and turning my head I saw he was unscrewing the winder. A couple more screws and he pulled the window open and I scrambled into the room. Silently he handed me the screwdriver and screws so I could fix the window.

I thanked him and told him he could go now as I'd be able to fix everything. He just nodded, grinned at me and left, and I'm sure he was laughing as he left. Men are strange.



Stuck



Sometimes in life we become so lonely that we are willing to do most anything to fill the void. Frequently we do things that are risky and foolish. Often our high risk actions come with unexpected consequences. 

Clair Davis woke late that Saturday morning. As she sat up she looked at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand. 

The red numbers displayed ten thirty.

"Richard?" She called out.

There was no response.

Clair remembered that her husband of fifteen years had left the evening before to play golf with his buddies.

Richard and his friends had been planning the weekend getaway for weeks. He wouldn't be back until late the following evening.

Clair threw the covers off. She was wearing a green, mid thigh length night gown. The material was almost see-through. The gown displayed her amazing curves. Her matching panties clung to her hips, and butt. The gusset of her panties outlined her thick pussy lips. 

At thirty seven Clair was an amazing woman to behold. Her face was lovely, and her thick, curly, blond hair was shoulder length. She was voluptuous, with D cup breasts, and a round, full bubble butt that just begged to be fondled. Her legs were long and shapely. Her thighs well developed.

Clair was a woman that most any man would want to take to his bed.

Unfortunately after fifteen years of marriage, Richard, Clair's husband, had grown tired of his lovely wife. He'd grown as bored with the sex as he had with their time together. He was always working late. On weekends he would leave shortly after Clair woke up to hang out with his friends at the golf course. He usually came home about an hour before bedtime. Richard had time for everyone in his life but Clair.

They'd never had children.

Clair had always wanted kids, but Richard didn't. 

He always insisted on wearing a condom during sexual intercourse. In the last two years he hadn't even bothered with sex. He would just come home, climb in bed, roll over, and go to sleep.

On that fateful Saturday morning Clair stood and went into the bathroom to relieve herself. She peed, and emptied her bowels. After cleaning herself, Clair flushed the toilet, pulled her panties up, and then headed downstairs to the kitchen.

The coffeemaker had been preset to brew a fresh pot earlier that morning.

Clair grabbed a cup off the counter and poured herself a badly needed cup of coffee. She sat down at the breakfast nook and took a sip of the hot liquid. "I hate my life," she muttered in disdain. She sat there drinking her coffee for fifteen minutes, as she tried to decide how to spend her day.

She gazed out the window at the pool. She didn't really feel like taking her usual morning swim, but she was a creature of habit. Besides, Rory would miss his Morning peep show if she didn't swim. "What the hell," she muttered. "The boy needs his daily fix."

Clair rose, rinsed out her coffee cup, and then set it on the counter next to the coffeemaker. She turned off the machine, stripped off her nightgown, and panties, and then headed out the back door, leaving it open as usual. 

The door had a tendency to stick if it was closed too hard, so she always left it open to keep from getting trapped outside with no clothes.

Clair knew the only person who could see their backyard was Rory Jennings, her neighbors' nineteen year old son. 

His second story bedroom window faced her backyard. Rory was the reason Clair had started swimming in the nude to begin with. 

Clair had noticed the young man spying on her as she swam. Every Saturday and Sunday morning, as well as when he didn't have college classes, Rory would wait for her to come out in one of her sexy bikinis and watch her swim.

Clair took great pleasure in the knowledge that a young man enjoyed watching her swim. She knew she'd never do anything inappropriate with the boy, but she did enjoy the fact that he was turned on by her body. 

Then few weeks ago, on a Saturday Morning, she found herself feeling extra neglected by her Husband. She decided to give the young man a treat. She spotted him watching her from his bedroom window. She peeled off her top and threw it on the deck, and resumed swimming topless.

Rory was stunned. He watched his sexy neighbor as she swam her usual fifty laps. His cock was rock hard. He took his dick out of his shorts, and started masturbating. He watched the gorgeous woman swim back and forth, as he stroked his thick meat.

Every once in a while, Clair would stand up, and run her hands through her hair, giving the young man a good look at her ample breasts. Clair began to get excited by her little display. She was becoming turned on because of the show she was giving the boy.

Rory desperately wanted to cum, but he held off as long as he could.

Then with fifteen laps to go, Clair became more emboldened. She pulled off her bikini bottoms and threw them onto the deck next to her top.

Rory lost it. He shot a load of sperm onto his bedroom window.

A sly smile appeared on Clair's lips when she saw the boy's cum splashing against his bedroom window. That day an exhibitionist was born in the middle aged woman.

After completing her swim, Clair went up to her room and masturbated. Not daring to fantasize about her teenage neighbor, she pictured Richard standing at the window watching her nude display instead.

The next day she repeated her little performance. By the time Rory's college classes had let out for the summer, Clair didn't even bother putting on a bikini. She would wait until Richard left, strip out of her night gown in the kitchen, and then head for the pool.

Afterward she would bring herself to orgasm while picturing her husband watching her from Rory's bedroom window. She was tempted to imagine Rory watching her, but somehow she resisted the temptation.

That morning Clair glanced up to Rory's window before diving into the warm water.

There he was peeking from one side of his bedroom window. He was already holding his hardened dick in his hand.

"Rory," his Dad called out from downstairs. "Come downstairs please. Your Mother and I need to talk to you."

The sound of his dad's voice caused Rory to lose his erection. The young man tucked his flaccid penis back into his shorts, and ran downstairs. He was feeling frustrated that he'd miss out on his morning show.

Rory's parents were standing near the front door.

"Son," his dad said. "Your mom and I are going antiquing and we will be gone until dinner time. There's money on the kitchen counter for lunch."

"Dad, I've got money."

"No, you need that money for gas, and lunch during the week. You will be starting your internship Monday morning at my office."

Rory's face lit up. "You got me an internship with your company?"

"It will look good on your resume once you've finished college. Who knows, maybe I can get you a job there once you graduate. Anyway, there's twenty bucks in the kitchen."

"Have a good time," Rory said as his parents left.

He immediately bolted back upstairs to his room.

Clair had already swum ten laps by the time he got back to his usual hiding spot.

Rory pulled his cock out of his sleeping shorts, and began massaging it back to its full length. 

A few moments later Clair's home phone began to ring. 

She climbed out of the pool and trudged back inside.

"Shit," Rory exclaimed. He stood there for five minutes, hoping she would come back out. His erection slowly went limp as he waited.

Clair sat at the breakfast nook listening in shock as Richard gave her the bad news. 

"Clair, I don't know how to tell you this, so I guess the best way is to get it over with. I'm divorcing you. I've grown tired of our marriage, and I'm moving out when I get back from the golf tournament. I'm sorry, but it's just not working for us anymore." Richard hung up the phone, leaving his wife speechless.

A burning rage rose up in the distraught woman. She slammed the phone down, and cursed. "That fucking piece of shit," she exclaimed. "He didn't even have the decency to tell me in person. He calls me over the phone to tell me that fifteen years of my life has just been flushed down the toilet."

Clair stood up and began pacing back and forth. The more she paced, the madder she got. "Well fuck him," she growled. "He's not the only one who is tired of this dead marriage." 

Clair needed to cool off, and she knew there was only one way to do it. She headed back out to the pool for a swim, having completely forgotten about her peeping Tom. As she strode through the back door, she slammed it hard.

At that moment Clair remembered the sticking door. She tried the knob, and sure enough the door was stuck. "Damn it," she growled.

Rory watched the woman from his window. He could tell that she was angry. He watched his lovely neighbor fight to get the back door opened. The young man wanted to help her, but to do so would be admitting that he'd been spying on her during her morning swims.

Clair shook the door for several minutes but it wouldn't budge. As she stood there not knowing what to do, she spotted the pet door. 

They didn't own a dog; however the door was there when they bought the place ten years earlier. The rubber cover had been removed years earlier, and the door had been secured with a hook and eye from the inside.

Clair looked around and spotted a small, flat stick lying on the ground. She picked the stick up, and knelt next to the door. 

Rory stared hard at Clair's sexy ass. His dick began to harden once again.

Working the stick into the narrow gap, she wiggled the slender piece of wood back and forth until the hook popped out of the eye, unlocking the small door.

"I'm having this door replaced first thing Monday," she declared as she poked her head through the small doorway. Clair turned her body sideways, and stuck her arms through the dog sized hole. She then forced her upper torso through the opening. Her breasts were a little too large to go through comfortably, but she managed to squeeze her D cup melons through the hole. "Damn it," she exclaimed as her nipples were painfully scraped across the wooden frame of the pet door.

Rory watched as his neighbor's upper torso disappeared through the hole. He watched her force her upper body through the hole until her sexy hips and buttocks came to rest against the wooden frame.

Clair pushed with all her might, but she couldn't get her hips and buttocks to go through the hole. "Fuck," she exclaimed. "I can't get my big ass through the doorway."

Clair tried to back out of the hole, but her breasts wouldn't go back through. She quickly realized that what goes in doesn't always come back out. "Shit, I'm stuck. Now what the hell am I going to do?"

The pretty blond broke down and started crying.

Rory knew Mrs. Davis was stuck. He quickly bolted out of his room and ran downstairs. He ran out the back door, across the lawn, and bolted through Mrs. Davis side gate. He then sprinted to her back door. The young man knelt next to Clair's shapely thighs, and looked through the small space between her waist, and the door frame. "Mrs. Davis, are you ok?"

"No I'm not ok. My back door is wedged shut. I'm stuck in this damned pet door, and I can't get in or out."

"Don't worry; I'll call the fire department.

"No," Clair screeched. "I don't want anyone seeing me like this. Hell, I'm naked and stuck in a doggy door. This would be humiliating. It's bad enough that you're seeing me like this. I don't want the fire department and all our neighbors gawking at me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need something to make my body slick so I can ease back out of the hole. Does your mom have any water based oils?"

Rory thought about the skin cream his mom was always rubbing on her arms. "Yeah, she keeps a tube of skin cream on her nightstand."

"Go get it. But whatever you do, don't tell your parents about this, ok?"

"They are gone for the day. I'll be right back."

Rory took a quick look at Clair's sexy legs and ass, and then headed for his house.

Clair half lay, half reclined on her side. She was both physically, and emotionally uncomfortable. "Richard, this is your fault."

Rory returned a few minutes later with a large bottle of lube. "Mom seems to be out of skin cream. The only thing I could find is a bottle of lube. I think my parents use it for sex. I hope that's ok?"

"Honey, I'll buy them a new bottle. Just get me out of this hole."

"What do I do with it?"

"Shove it through the hole between my waist and the doorframe."

Rory looked at the bottle. "I don't think it'll fit. It's a big bottle."

Clair groaned in frustration. "It would be. Then I guess you have no choice but to apply the lube to my skin."

Rory's cock lurched. He never thought in his wildest dreams that he'd get to touch Mrs. Davis' sexy body. "Where do I apply it?" He asked half stammering.

Clair sighed. "If I can get my breasts through the hole, I'll be free. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but rub the lube on my breasts."

Rory's cock stiffened to full length. With trembling hands he managed to open the lid. He applied a generous amount of lube to his right hand. Setting the bottle on the ground, he squeezed his lubed up hand through the opening.

Clair could feel the young man's lube covered hand caress her waist as Rory moved toward her ample breasts. She watched his hand appear through the hole. 

"Don't rub the lube off until you reach my breasts."

Rory moved his hand away and kept moving forward. He was forced to place his left hand on Clair's hip to maintain his balance. 

"Rory, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, I didn't want to fall."

Clair understood. "It's alright. Don't worry about being a gentleman right now. Just get me out of here." 

Rory slid his arm through the hole until he was next to Clair's breasts. He grasped her left breast and rubbed a liberal amount onto her large tit. 

Clair felt embarrassed by the fact that her teenage neighbor was massaging oil onto her breast.

Rory then withdrew his arm and applied more lube. He slid his arm through the hole again and lubed the sexy woman's other breast. His dick was ready to rip a hole in his shorts.

"Alright, that should be enough," Clair said.

Rory reluctantly withdrew his arm back through the hole. He was thoroughly enjoying feeling his neighbor up.

Clair then tried to push her upper body back through the hole. Unfortunately her breasts were just too large to fit. "Fuck," she exclaimed after several tries. "This isn't going to work. My tits will bend down but getting them to bend up is a different story."

"Have you tried pushing them flatter?"

"I need my hands to push myself through the doorframe."

"What if I pushed them flat?"

Clair felt her temples begin to throb. It was bad enough that she had to let a teenager massage lube onto her breasts. Now she would be forced to allow him to push them flat so she could squeeze through the opening in the door. "It can't hurt to try. Hell, you've already touched them once." Clair braced herself for another try. "Alright, push on my breasts, as I try to get back through."

Rory eased his trembling hands through the hole and mashed on Clair's breasts. 

Clair's embarrassment increased. The feel of her breasts being mashed by a teenager was mortifying. 

Clair took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out. 

The feel of Mrs. Davis breasts was exciting Rory even more.

Clair forced her body to move backward. She felt the wood drag across her side as she eased her flattened bosom towards the exit.

Rory felt the back of his hands jamming against the wood. "Wait," he said.

"What?" Clair asked in disgust.

"You'll break my knuckles if I keep holding on. I can get my wrists to bend to the sides, but my hands are between your breasts and the wood."

"Great," Clair exclaimed as she slid her upper body back inside. "Now what do we do?"

Rory reluctantly released Clair's breasts, and withdrew his hands. "If I lubed your hips, could you squeeze into the house?"

Clair sighed again. Her humiliation was about to become even more intense. "Hell, it's worth a try. But you're going to have to lube my pelvis and butt as well."

Rory poured a generous amount of lube over Clair's hip, letting the lube pour down her lower body. He set the bottle down and began rubbing the lube into her butt, hips, and pelvis. He ran his hands through her neatly trimmed pubic hair. His middle finger caressed her clit several times as he massaged the oil into her skin.

The thirty seven year old woman involuntarily jerked each time Rory's finger touched her clit. "He's touching my clit," Clair whispered in frustration. "Can this day get any worse?"

Some of the lube ran into Clair's butt crack, and along her pussy lips.

Rory's dick was screaming for attention. The young man wanted to spread his sexy neighbor's legs wide and shove his cock into her lubed up pussy.

"Are you finished lubing me?" Clair asked impatiently.

"Yeah, I'm finished."

"Alright, I'm going to try to squeeze inside. You're going to have to push on my butt."

Rory laid his hands on Clair's ample bottom. "I'm ready," he croaked.

Clair pushed against the doorframe, trying to force her body through the hole.

Rory pushed against his middle aged neighbor's sexy behind.

Clair's hips, and bottom, pressed against the opening, and immediately stopped moving.

Rory was pushing so hard that his slippery right hand slid inward, and his thumb sank into Clair's lubed up pussy.

The pretty blond was shocked by the lubricated digit sinking into her hole. Her body involuntarily shook. "Fuck," she gasped.

"I'm sorry about that Mrs. Davis," the young man sheepishly said. "My hand slipped."

Clair sighed in resignation. "It's not your fault. I'm the one who slammed the door and locked myself out. You're just trying to help me."

Rory knew he should remove his thumb, but the woman's cunt felt too damn good.

Clair noticed that her teenage neighbor still had his thumb buried in her vagina. "Rory," she quietly declared. "Your thumb is still in me. Please remove it."

"Sorry," the young man replied as he slid his thumb out of Clair's cunt. He quickly raised the pussy juice soaked digit to his nose and inhaled.

Clair's pussy juices mixed with the fruity aroma of the lube, smelled wonderful to the young man.

Rory couldn't resist tasting the woman's vaginal juices. He quickly stuck his thumb into his mouth. 

The lube as it turned out was grape flavored.

But Rory could still taste Mrs. Davis' juices on his thumb.

Clair shook her head. "I don't know what to do now. I guess you'll have to call the fire department."

Rory didn't want the fire department to be called. He was enjoying his lovely neighbor's nude body too much to bring in firemen. He thought hard, desperate to come up with another idea. "I know how to get you free," he exclaimed. "The pet door has a small frame built into it. What if I take a pry bar and pry the frame off?"

Clair was instantly relieved that the firemen wouldn't see her like this. "That just might work. Do you have a pry bar?"

"My dad has one in the garage. I'll be right back."

"Make sure you wash the lube off your hands before you handle the pry bar."

"I will," the young man replied.

As Rory headed back to his house, Clair half lay, half reclined in the hole, feeling like a complete idiot. 

As she waited for her young neighbor to return, her thoughts drifted to the thumb he'd accidentally shoved into her cunt. She couldn't believe that her nineteen year old neighbor's thumb had been inside her pussy.

Of course Rory hadn't done it on purpose, but still it did happen.

Clair had felt the young man's hands on every personal part of her body over the last twenty or so minutes. She silently cursed for playing that stupid game of sexually exciting the boy over the last several weeks. If she hadn't been so damned lonely, she wouldn't be in this mess right now.




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Then the realization that their intimate contact over the last twenty minutes was probably driving the young man wild with sexual desire, seeped into Clair's mind. 

"Rory's dick is probably as hard as granite by now," Clair muttered. 

She was glad that it was Rory who had come to her rescue.

A lecherous man would have taken advantage of her predicament, and shoved his cock in her exposed pussy by now.

Clair had no doubt that her young neighbor would be using the memory of this morning for future masturbation sessions. But she didn't blame Rory. This was her fault after all.

As she waited for Rory to return, her side began to ache from having the frame digging into her flesh. Clair slowly eased her body over until she was on her hands and knees. She could still feel the sides of the doorframe pressing against her waist, but at least she wasn't lying on her side anymore.

Rory returned a few minutes later. He was carrying a small pry bar.

The sight of Mrs. Davis on her knees with her voluptuous ass sticking up in the air was too much for the young man. His dick once again became rock hard. He wanted to kneel behind her, rip his shorts down, and shove his cock into her waiting pussy. Instead he squatted behind her, and announced his presence. "I'm back." He continued to take in the sight of Clair's sexy ass.

"Give me a minute to turn back over, and then you can break the frame loose."

"Wait," Rory said almost too quickly. "Let me pop the top board off first. That way I won't jab you with the pry bar."

"That's a good idea. Now take it slow. I don't want to get stabbed."

"I'll work slowly, I promise."

"Did you wash the lube off your hands?"

"Yes I did Mrs. Davis."

"Rory, I think we're past the point where you can start calling me Clair. After all you've touched me in places that no other man but my soon to be ex husband has touched me."

"You're getting a divorce?"

"It was his decision, not mine."

"Your husband is an idiot. If I had a woman as beautiful as you, I'd never let her go."

Clair smiled. "Thank you Rory. I appreciate the compliment."

"Mrs. Davis, I mean Clair; I'm going to have to get really personal with you again."

Clair smiled in spite of her condition. She was glad that a considerate young man like Rory had found her instead of some lecherous asshole. "It's alright Rory. Get as personal as you need to. Just get me out of this damn hole."

"I need you to move your knees closer to the door so I can kneel directly behind you."

Clair obediently moved her knees forward until they touched the bottom of the wood beneath the pet door. She was glad the back walk was made of wood instead of concrete, or her knees would be trashed by the time she got out of this mess.

Rory eased his legs on either side of Clair's legs. He scooted forward until his rigid cock was pressed against her butt crack. He then leaned over the nude woman's body and pushed the tip of the pry bar into the edge of the frame. He then slowly leaned forward, applying gentle pressure to the metal bar.

Clair could feel the underside of the young man's hard cock pushing against her butt crack. Her eyes grew wide. 

Rory was indeed sexually excited. His erect cock was pressing against her butt crack as he worked.

Clair could only hope that the young man would resist the temptation to take advantage of her. The last thing she needed was to be fucked by a horny teenager while her butt was sticking out of the pet door to her house.

Rory leaned forward, applying more pressure to the frame. His granite hard dick felt like it was going to explode. He couldn't believe he was dry fucking Mrs. Davis.

Furthermore, she wasn't objecting. She had to know that his dick was rubbing against her butt.

Rory began to suspect that perhaps she wanted him to fuck her.

She could be as horny as he was at that moment.

The young man struggled to keep his mind on his work. But the thought of burying his dick in her hot cunt kept getting in the way.

Every time Rory pushed the pry bar upward the underside of his dick was rubbed against Clair's butt cheeks. His desire to fuck his sexy neighbor grew stronger with each thrust.

Clair's embarrassment increased as well. She was being dry humped by her teenage neighbor like a dog and there was nothing she could do about it. Her only hope was he would free her quickly before he exploded in his pants.

The thought of having Rory cum with his dick wedged against her butt crack would be too much for the woman to bear.

She would never be able to look the boy in the eye again.

As Rory worked an idea hit him. He knew it might not work, but he had to try. Rory purposely slipped as he dug the pry bar into the wood. He fell slightly forward, wedging his dick tighter between Clair's naked butt cheeks.

Clair groaned with embarrassment. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life.

"Sorry about that."

"Just keep working," Clair replied.

"Mrs. Davis," Rory said without remembering to call her Clair. "This isn't going to work like this. I can't get enough leverage. Could you spread your legs so I can kneel between them?"

Clair clenched her eyes shut.

The young man wanted to kneel between her spread legs. 

Her cunt would definitely be exposed to Rory. "Are you sure it's necessary?" She asked.

Rory was desperate to press his dick against the woman's cunt. "I can't get any leverage with my legs spread. I need to kneel between your legs."

"Why can't you just stand over me?"

"In a standing position, I could slip and impale you with the pry bar."

"Don't do that," she screeched. "Then we'll need a fire truck, and an ambulance." Clair shook her head. "Move back for a moment and I'll spread my legs. Just be careful." 

Rory quickly stood and watched his sexy neighbor spread her legs wide enough for him to kneel between them.

Clair's rosebud and pussy lips instantly entered the young man's view.

Rory knew that he had to touch his bare cock against her cunt. Looking down, he saw the perfect excuse. His shirt and shorts were covered with lube. He pulled off his shirt, and dropped it on the ground. He then eased his shorts down around his knees before kneeling between Clair's spread legs. The underside of his dick was lined up with her rosebud and cunt. His body shook as he scooted forward until his bare skin was pressed against her naked butt cheeks. Rory's cock nestled against Clair's cunt lips and asshole.

Clair gasped as Rory's bare cock came to rest against her exposed holes. "Rory, where are your clothes?"

"I had to remove them. The lube on your butt was beginning to soak into them. Just relax. I'll have you out of that door in no time."

Getting out of the pet door wasn't what she was worried about. Clair was more concerned with what Rory might put in her. She could tell that her next door neighbor was definitely well endowed. For the first time, the lovely woman was genuinely afraid that Rory might shove his thick cock in her and fuck her. 

"Rory, I don't think you should be pressing your naked penis against my bottom."

"My mom does my laundry. I really don't want to explain how I got sex lube all over my shorts and shirt."

Clair knew that was one conversation she didn't want Rory having with his mother. "Alright, but be careful. The last thing I need is to have something else stuck in me."

Rory grinned as he slipped the pry bar into the groove of the door frame. "I'll be careful. I promise. I'm really sorry about my erection. But my equipment sort of has a mind of its own." 

"I understand completely. It's not your fault," Clair replied. "I'm the one who got into this mess. You're just being a good neighbor. Just be careful with that thing. The last thing I need right now is to have your cock shoved in me."

"I'll be careful, I promise." Rory had no intention of being careful. But he wasn't going to tell Clair that. He was going to have as much fun with this opportunity as he could. Once again he began digging at the wood. With each thrust of the pry bar, the length of his bare cock rubbed Clair's clit, cunt lips, and rosebud.

Clair buried her face in her hands. She hated herself for teasing this young man all these weeks. Her little game had meant to be a way of relieving her loneliness without it going too far.

Now it was obvious that the game had gotten out of hand, and Rory was obviously working up the courage to fuck her.

Clair knew that before she was free from this trap she'd gotten herself into, she'd end up having her nineteen year old neighbor's cock buried in her cunt. "Me and my stupid games," she softly whispered.

Rory kept prying at the top section of the frame. His heart was pounding with excitement. He was dry fucking his neighbor's butt crack and pussy with his bare cock, and she wasn't objecting. Well, she wasn't objecting much.

Clair could feel the length of Rory's cock slide along her exposed clit, pussy, and rosebud with each upward thrust of the pry bar. Although she was mortified, her long unused cunt began to moisten with each gentle push.

Rory dug the pry bar deeper into the wood.

A small piece of the frame broke off.

Rory lurched forward, shoving the underside of his shaft against Clair's sex. His thick shaft spread Clair's cunt lips.

Clair felt the piece of wood fall on her butt as well as the young man's shaft forcing itself between her pussy lips. "Fuck," she silently groaned. "He's going to fuck me, I just know it," she whispered so he wouldn't hear. "That boy is going to stick his cock in me and fuck me."

"Are you ok?" Rory asked. He could hear her speaking, but her words were muffled by the door.

Clair sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get out of this without getting her cunt filled with Rory's cock. But, she had started this, so she had no one to blame but herself. She had teased and tormented the young man for weeks. Now she was going to get what she had coming to her. She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be fucked whether she wanted it or not. Clair decided to get it over with so Rory could concentrate on freeing her. "Rory, we both know where this is heading. I can feel your hard shaft jammed between my pussy lips. I know you desperately want to fuck me. I also know you aren't going to be able to concentrate on freeing me until you do. So you might as well get it over with. Just get me out of here afterwards, ok?"

Rory's dick jerked involuntarily. "Are you sure it's ok?" He carefully asked.

Clair was sure it was anything but ok. The last thing she wanted was to have her nineteen year old neighbor's thick pecker buried in her pussy. But she couldn't see any other way of getting Rory's mind off fucking her, so he could concentrate on freeing her from this hell she was in. "Yes Rory, I'm sure. You won't be able to concentrate on freeing me until you've shot your cum in me. So go ahead and fuck me. But you've got to get me out of this damn door after you've finished."

"I will, I promise." Rory immediately laid the pry bar down. He leaned back several inches and lined his cock up with her cunt.

Clair closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as she waited for her teenage neighbor to shove his dick in her. "This can't be happening to me," she quietly groaned.

Grasping his cock with his right hand, and her lube covered left butt cheek with the other; Rory eased forward until the head of his dick slipped between her cunt lips.

Clair trembled as the head of the young man's cock penetrated her cunt lips. She was about to be fucked, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her only other option was to let Rory call the fire department. 

That meant having her neighbors gathering around for a free show.

Clair was not ready to have her neighbors gawking at her nude body. 

They would whisper behind her back for years to come.

Rory pressed the tip of his cock against the entrance to Clair's pussy.

Between the lube, and Clair's natural juices, his cock slid into her without too much difficulty.

Clair trembled as the young man's dick sank deep into her body. 

His thick cock spread her vaginal walls wide as he slowly sank his dick into her pussy.

Clair was shocked at how big the boy's dick was. Even though she'd felt the shaft against her sex, she had no idea the boy's dick would open her pussy up this much.

Rory had already gone deeper than Richard ever had, and he was still sinking into her depths.

"Fuck, just how big are you?" Clair asked in disbelief. She couldn't believe this young man's dick was filling her like this.

Rory smiled as he continued to push his dick into his neighbor's tight pussy.

Clair felt like she was being stuffed with a sausage. Her cunt continued to expand as Rory sank deeper into her semi willing body. "Rory, how much more of your cock is left?" She asked.

The young man grabbed her other butt cheek, gave her flesh a tight squeeze, and then slowly eased the remainder of his cock into her body.

Clair grunted when the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix. She could feel his balls resting against her clit. "Shit, I've never been stretched like this before. I'm glad you took your time, or I'd be in serious pain right now."

"Clair, the last thing I want to do is hurt you," the young man replied.

"Thank you for being gentle. Another man wouldn't care if I was comfortable or not."

Rory moved his hands to his helpless neighbor's hips. Taking a firm grip, he began to withdraw his cock until only the tip was inside her. He wanted to shove it back in, but he knew if he did, Clair might get hurt. Instead he eased his cock back into her with a slow gentle stroke.

Clair involuntarily trembled as the hardened pole slid back into her. "I can't believe I'm being fucked by a teenager," she quietly exclaimed. 

Rory's cock sank into her until once again the tip came to rest against the entrance to her womb. He noticed the pry bar lying on the ground next to him. A sly smile crossed his lips. He grabbed his nearby shirt, and wiped the lube off his hands. He then dropped the shirt. Picking up the pry bar, Rory pushed the edge into the wooden frame. 

Clair began to wonder what the young man was up to.

He slipped his cock half way out of her cunt. Then he pried upward as he shoved his cock back into Clair's depths.

The trapped woman grunted when his cock head slammed into her cervix. She expected pain. But all she felt was pleasure.

Rory began to pound his cock into his sexy neighbor as he worked on freeing her from the pet door. With each inward thrust he would dig into the wood.

Slowly the top of the frame began to loosen.

Halfway inside the house, Clair's body was beginning to respond to being fucked. Her pussy muscles contracted with each inward thrust of Rory's impressive cock. She laid her forehead on the tile floor. She began to groan with lust. Clair couldn't understand why, but being fucked by this teenage boy was turning her on. She began to tug on her sensitive nipples. "Fuck, it's been too long," she groaned.

Rory worked harder at freeing his neighbor from the small doorway. He also worked harder at pounding the bottom of her cunt out.

Clair's body was beginning to thrum with excitement. She craved the feel of this nineteen year old cock pounding out her thirty seven year old pussy. "Fuck, don't stop," she groaned.

Rory began to thrust even harder into her willing cunt. He continued prying on the top section of the frame.

Suddenly the strip of wood popped free. It fell on Clair's ample bottom.

Rory grabbed the wood and tossed it aside. He then dropped the pry bar, grabbed Clair's hips, and began to pound her mercilessly.

Clair felt her pussy began to contract around Rory's hard shaft. She knew her orgasm was near. She couldn't believe it, but she was going to cum as a teenager pounded her cunt with his dangerous weapon. Clair was being fucked by a boy who was young enough to be her son, and she was enjoying it. "This is so fucking insane," she groaned. 

Rory continued to ram his cock into Clair's cunt. His balls began to churn with the need to cum.

Clair's vaginal walls continued to contract around Rory's cock. She began to shake as her impending orgasm began. "I'm cumming," she whimpered. "Fuck I know it's wrong, but I'm cumming." She clamped her pussy muscles down on Rory's thrusting cock.

Rory felt his cock lurch inside Clair. His dick expanded as his own orgasm began. He shoved his cock head against the entrance to her fertile womb, and released his baby makers into her body. The young man's churning balls fired load after load of baby making sperm against the entrance to Clair's unprotected womb. 

Clair felt her young neighbor explode inside her. Her orgasm intensified. She clawed at the tile floor as her body shook with unimaginable pleasure.

"He's cumming in me," she whimpered. "He's filling me with his sperm." As Clair came it never occurred to the trapped woman that this was not a good time of the month for a virile young man to unload a million sperm cells into her cunt. At that moment all she cared about was her much needed orgasm. She shook and rocked against Rory's cock as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her life.

Rory slumped against Clair's butt as his spent and softening member slipped out of her sperm saturated cunt.

Clair's body continued to shake as her orgasm continued. She trembled with lust. Her body couldn't stop shaking.

Rory knelt over his lover for a few minutes until his strength returned. He then picked up the pry bar and began working on the right side piece of framework.

By the time Clair's orgasm had diminished, Rory had already pried off the second strip of wood.

The young man then pried off the other piece. "You should be able to get out now," he told Clair.

Barely hearing Rory's words, she turned on her side and attempted to slide out.

Unfortunately Rory had failed to consider that the framework was built on the inside of the door as well.

Clair's heavy breasts were stopped when she slid against the inner frame. "Shit," she exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Rory asked.

"There's framing on this side too."

"I can't get at the inside. You'll have to pry it off from in there."

"How the hell do I do that?"

Rory slid the pry bar through the gap in the frame. "Here, take it."

Clair took the pry bar from the young man who had just fucked her. She turned onto her back and started working on the top section. She quickly realized that she'd never pry the wood loose without help. "I can't hold my weight up without help. The wood is digging into my spine. You'll have to support my lower back." She lifted her hips so that she was half sitting, half lying on her back.

Rory, still on his knees, nestled up against her pelvis, and slid his hands under the small of Clair's back. He gently lifted her hips so she was no longer resting her weight against her spine. His limp cock was lying against her clit.

Clair began to work on the top piece of framework. With each push against the frame her cunt rubbed against Rory's cock.

Within minutes the young man's dick began to harden and grow.

Clair was so intent on breaking the wooden strip free that she didn't notice Rory's hardening member.

Rory slipped his right hand free from under Clair's lower back. He grasped his cock and slid it between her pussy lips.

Clair was too caught up in her work to notice.

Rory lined his cock up with Clair's fuck hole and began to push the thick shaft back into her body.

Clair gasped as the thick shaft once again began to sink into her depths. "Oh hell, I'd forgotten how horny a young man can be," she exclaimed as the thick meat continued to sink into her body. "Damn, I haven't even got a kiss yet."

Rory grinned as he pushed his cock into Clair's cunt until the head came to rest against her clit. "I'll give you lots of kisses once you're free."




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A smile appeared on Clair's pretty face. "I'm never going to get free if you keep fucking me, young man."

Rory began fucking his sexy neighbor once again. "Just keep working on the frame."

Using her left hand to hold her weight up, Clair resumed prying on the strip of wood. "This is one sexual encounter I'm never going to forget, that's for sure."

Rory supported Clair's lower body with his hands as he once again began to fuck the older woman.

Clair tried to pry the frame from the door, but she soon found out that being fucked while trying to get free was most distracting. Within several minutes she gave up trying to pry the wood from the door. She laid the pry bar aside, braced both hands on the floor, and then wrapped her long legs around Rory's hips. "To hell with it, I'll pry the wood loose after you fuck me. But this has to be the last time until after I'm out of this damn pet door."

Rory's laughter poured through the small space between her waist and the doggy door. "I don't know. I'm pretty horny. I might have to fuck you at least once more before you're free."

Clair sighed. "Great, I'm stuck in a dog door, and my neighbor can't stop fucking me long enough to let me pry off the wood."

"You know you love it."

"Yes, damn you, I love it. I haven't been this thoroughly fucked in years. If I'm going to be stuck like this with your cock in me, I might as well enjoy it. Go ahead stud. Pound my pussy until I can't take it anymore. Make me cum until I beg you to stop."

"Who says I'm going to stop?" 

"Fuck, I'm going to be a quivering mass of flesh by the time you're through with me." Clair knew she was in for the fuck of her life.

Richard had never fucked her like this.

Rory rammed his hard cock into Clair's well used pussy repeatedly.

Clair began to squirm as her teenage neighbor used her to satisfy his sexual hunger. She clenched her legs tightly around his young hips and hung on.

Rory thrust into her cunt again and again. He fucked her so hard, and for so long that she was beginning to feel uncomfortable

The wooden frame beneath her back had begun to rub her flesh raw. "Wait," she exclaimed. "I've got to turn over before this damn pet door rips the hide off my back."

Rory stopped fucking his sexy neighbor. He withdrew his long, hard cock and waited for her to twist around so she was once again face down. 

Clair settled onto her elbows and knees. "Alright stud," she said playfully. "Fill my hungry pussy with your wonderful cock."

Rory grasped Clair's hips. He then lined his cock up with her stretched out cunt. He was about to penetrate her when he once again noticed the bottle of lube sitting on the ground next to him. A devious idea ran through Rory's young mind. 

Clair couldn't understand why Rory hadn't stuffed her pussy with his monster yet. "Come on Baby. What are you waiting for?"

Rory picked up the bottle. He poured a generous amount of lube down the crack of Clair's ass.

"Hey," Clair said in protest. "What the hell is that?"

"It's just a little lube," Rory replied as he poured more liquid onto his thick shaft.

"Why are you lubing my ass?" Clair's heart skipped a beat as the realization of what her neighbor intended to do. "Rory, you can't fuck my ass. Your dick is too thick. You'll split me wide open."

Rory gripped Clair's left hip with his left hand. He then grasped his shaft with his right.

"Rory, no," Clair exclaimed fearfully. "Your dick is too big."

The nineteen year old man pressed the head of his cock against Clair's anal entrance.

"Please, it'll hurt like hell." Clair tried to pull her round hips through the door, but she was stuck with nowhere to go.

Rory gently pushed the tip of his cock against her asshole. 

Clair gritted her teeth, knowing she was helpless to stop him from having his way with her. She knelt there and fearfully waited for her young lover to ram the length of his cock into the depths of her bowels.

Rory however took his time. He gently pushed his cock head against the entrance to her rectum. He kept applying slow, gentle pressure until her asshole began to open up. The tip of his cock sank a fraction of an inch into her body.

Clair groaned as her sphincter began to open up. "I can't believe you're going to do this to me."

Rory kept quiet. He continued to slowly work his cock head into her body a fraction of an inch at a time.

Suddenly her anus opened up.

The head of Rory's cock slid into Clair's anal opening.

"Shit," the trapped woman hissed.

"Don't shit on me," Rory teased playfully.

"I would if I hadn't taken a dump before I got into this mess."

Rory slowly worked his cock head back and forth in Clair's rectum. The lube helped to keep his dick from rubbing her inner walls too much. With each small inward stroke his dick slowly sank deeper into the middle aged woman's rectum.

Clair had been expecting unimaginable pain. She was amazed to discover that being stretched by Rory's cock was not nearly as uncomfortable as she'd imagined.

Rory slowly worked his shaft deeper into her bowels. With each inward stroke his dick sank a little deeper into her rectum. "How does it feel?" He asked through the hole in the doorway.

Clair shook her head in disbelief. "It doesn't feel nearly as bad as I thought it would. I expected to be in agony by now. To be honest with you it's starting to feel good."

"I thought you might like it. The secret is lots of lube and patience." Rory pressed his dick deeper into Clair's colon.

The pretty blond moaned as nearly half of her young lover's dick sank into her depths. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm starting to enjoy this."

Rory sank a few more inches of his cock into Clair's stretched out bottom.

Clair mewed in pleasure.

"Would you like me to go deeper?" Rory asked through the space in the door.

"You know damn well I want you to go deeper. I want you to stuff as much of that sausage into my ass as you can. Just be careful, and keep going slow."

Rory kept working his dick deeper and deeper until his balls finally came to rest against Clair's pussy lips and clit.

Clair felt like she had a giant turd stuck in her ass. Yet for some reason that she couldn't explain, having Rory's dick buried in her colon felt pleasing to her. "I can't believe this is turning me on," she muttered.

Rory gently gripped Clair's hips. He slowly withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside her. He then grabbed the lube bottle and poured more lube onto his shaft, and down her butt crack.

Clair felt the clear liquid running down her butt crack. A satisfied smile crossed her lips. She'd found a lover who knew how to be gentle while taking care of her needs.

Rory set the bottle down. He grasped her hips again and began sinking back into Clair's body. He fucked his lover slowly at first. Each inward thrust was gentle. Each withdraw was agonizingly slow.

Clair slid her right hand through the small space between her tummy and the doorframe. She began to manipulate her clit. She could feel Rory's nut sack touching the back of her fingers with each inward stroke. 

"Are you ready for me to go faster?" Rory asked.

"Hell yes. Fuck the shit out of me."

"I thought you'd already taken a dump this morning?" Rory asked playfully.

"Just fuck me," Clair demanded.

Rory rammed his long, hard cock into Clair's bowels. 

Clair gasped as his nut sack banged against the back of her fingers.

He began to thrust harder into her body. Each inward thrust rammed her hips tighter against the inner frame.

Clair groaned loudly as she rubbed her clit furiously. She was close to cumming yet again. "Harder," she screamed. "Fuck me harder."

Rory began to pound his middle aged lover's ass mercilessly. He thrust his shaft into her repeatedly. His pelvis practically bounced off her ass cheeks. His ball sack was striking her fingers to the point that it was almost causing the young man pain. But he had no intention of slowing down. 

Clair's body tensed up as her next orgasm began to erupt from her loins. The thirty seven year old woman rubbed her clit harder. She screamed in ecstasy as her body shook from orgasmic bliss.

Rory's own orgasm hit him just as he slammed his dick deep into Clair's body.

The final jolt of his inward thrust caused the inner framework to pop free. The entire frame hung around Clair's waist like a strange looking belt."

Clair whimpered as wave after wave of sexual pleasure shot through her loins.

Rory hung on tightly to Clair's hips as he emptied another load of sperm into her body.

The pair shook and moaned as they rode out their mutual orgasms.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Rory withdrew his cock from Clair's asshole.

Clair slumped forward so her forehead was resting on the floor.

The framework slid down her body. It came to rest against the underside of her ample breasts.

Clair realized that she was finally free. She rested for a minute, then turned her body sideways, and slid into her kitchen. She lay there for a few minutes before standing. 

Rory grabbed his clothes and slid through the doorway after her. He stood up and took his lover in his arms. He kissed her deeply.

Clair moaned into Rory's mouth. Breaking the kiss she gazed into his eyes. "That was one hell of a way to get me out of that pet door."

Rory noticed the frame hanging around Clair's waist. He grasped the wood and started to lead her through the kitchen.

"And just where are you taking me?" Clair asked in mock disapproval.

"Well, I've fucked you in the doorway long enough. I think it's time I fuck you in your bed."

"We wash that dick before you stick it back in my pussy. We need to take a nice long bath before we go to bed."

Rory's eyes gleamed with a burning desire to fuck Clair all day long. "A bath sounds like a good idea." He leaned over and gently kissed her lips. "Afterward we can continue having fun together. Come to think of it, I've already used two of your holes. There is one hole that needs to be filled."

Clair softly laughed. "I take it you intend to shove that sausage into my mouth." 

"I'm also going to lick your pussy until you beg me to stop." Rory replied.

"Something tells me I'm in for one hell of a day."

Clair and Rory fucked throughout the day and into the night.

The middle aged woman's body ached from the repeated times she'd cum. She had lost count of the times Rory had cum in her mouth and pussy.

The last time he fucked her; he laid her on her stomach, and shoved his cock into her asshole.

Clair came so many times that she lost track. 

As Rory lay on his side, sleeping soundly with his semi erect dick still buried in Clair's bowels; the middle aged woman reveled in the sexual pleasure the young man had given her. 

She knew they could never be lovers out in the open.

Rory's parents would never approve.

However, Rory could slip over to her house any time he wanted. He could fill her stomach, pussy, and ass with as much sperm as he wanted.

Clair had begun to drift off to sleep when a thought popped into her mind.

Rory had repeatedly cum in her unprotected pussy. 

Her pussy was filled to overflowing with his rich young baby makers. Clair knew it was the absolute worst time to be letting a potent young man cum in her unprotecte4d cunt.

Rory's sperm cells would soon be working their way towards her fertile womb and the egg that lay waiting.

"Oh hell," Clair groaned. "Rory has filled my pussy with enough sperm to knock ten women up. I'm going to end up pregnant for sure."

Clair did indeed end up pregnant. She thought about having an abortion, but she decided she still wanted a baby.

Richard had never wanted kids.

But with Rory, she could finally have the child she had always wanted.

When Rory found out he was going to be a father, he immediately told his parents. He then moved in with Clair.

His parents were furious with the couple at first. Eventually, however, they decided they loved their son too much to stay mad at him and his lover.

Clair divorced Richard. She got the house, and half of everything he owned. She wasn't rich, but she had enough money to help Rory's parents put him through college, and live until he joined the working world.

Rory and Clair got married the week before he returned to his sophomore class.

Clair was already beginning to show when they said I do. 

Two and a half years later Rory graduated college, and then got a job at his dad's company, where he still works to this day.

After two years, Clair is pregnant with her second child. Even at thirty nine her womb is very fertile.

It seems Rory hates condoms with a passion, and he refuses to allow his wife to use birth control.

The middle aged woman loves the way her swollen belly moves when Rory fucks her. She has no idea when her womb will dry up. But Clair knows she will continue to let her husband fill her womb with babies as long as she is fertile.

Oh, and in case you are wondering what happened to the inner pet door frame?

Clair managed to get it off that fateful day. She mounted it to the wall above their bed as a reminder of how she ended up getting the best lover of her life.



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It's been a while since I wrote anything so I devised this little story to help me get back into the swing of things. It's just a short story, a little sillier and a little less realistic than my previous works but hopefully a fun story regardless. I may return to these characters in the future, I may not, either way I hope you enjoy it.

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Arthur Ross wasn't exactly what you would call a 'ladies man'. As a self-proclaimed nerd he had long since abandoned his quest for female companionship and it had made life easier if not happier. He was by no means a virgin thanks to the few parties he was either invited to because he was in the same room or accidentally walked into through carelessness and lack of thought but those were few and far between to the point where every new lay was basically like the first time in terms of experience.

It was his confidence that was the problem, many of the women in his class admitted that he was a cute thing and his thin glasses added an innocence to him that made him harmless but in a nice way (as nice as you could be anyway). His fashion sense wasn't amazing but it wasn't god-awful either, he wore clothes that fit him but never stood out, he thankfully missed out on the braces and acne that befit the stereotype of his race and fed up with bullies grabbing his hair he'd kept it short for several years now and just kept it that way. In short he looked fine as far as anyone was concerned but his lack of self-esteem and confidence dragged him down, he lacked the ability to approach women and even if he could start up a conversation, continuing it was a different matter.

That all changed one day when the most unlikely person asked Arthur for help with perhaps the most unusual circumstance Arthur had ever come across.

It was May, and for the first time that week the sun was shining, not so much as to roast anyone but enough that the day was pleasant, Arthur sat alone on one of the picnic tables just outside the university grounds, not a typical venture thankfully, he had a couple close friends that had skipped class that day due to their work for the day being home-based so while they stayed in bed he had to come in by himself. Not that it mattered, he as enjoying the peace, his lunch was decent and despite having to return to a classroom that was a few degrees above sweltering in about an hour he was having a good time.

It was at that point that he felt the figure sit across him. And what a figure it was.

Nicola McAllister was the cheerleader type if their school had a cheerleader squad. Long light brown hair, almost chestnut in colour, soft Hazel eyes that you could get lost in as Arthur had done several times before and a face that seemed to have a permanent half-smile adorned, as though she was content with the world around her. And that was just above the neck, below that Nicola sported one of the best bodies Arthur had ever seen, she was an athletic woman and it showed, her stomach was tight, her thighs toned, privately she did feel like her breasts were too small but to Arthur they suited her lithe form perfectly, she was as graceful in movement as she was in shape.

In short she was not the type of woman that just sat down at Arthur's table without reason.

"Hey Art." She spoke using the classes trademark nickname for him, he didn't mind it and when Nicola said it he always preferred it to Arthur. "Can I ask your help with something."

"Uh... sure?" Immediately he hated the uncertainty in his voice. "I mean, yeah, what can I do for you, is it something in the class or...?"

"No, no, it's actually something a little more personal. Personal like I can't really talk to anyone else."

Being that he was sat mere inches from his dream girl and hearing her say 'personal' like a dirty secret his mind went to filth straight away but he kept that locked away. Besides whatever her issues was Art was intrigued.

"Ok, so what's the problem?"

Nicola looked around, as though making sure they weren't being spied on.

"I'd rather not say anything here, it's not anything I want anyone to overhear. Can you come over to my house?"

"Um, sure, I mean I gotta finish up some paperwork but that'll take 20 minutes and I can leave class early so I'll be there by about three, maybe earlier."

He didn't know what she wanted but the smile that beamed from her face made whatever it was worth it. 

"Thanks Art, you're the best."

Nicola gave him a quick peak on the cheek then practically skipped off, showing Art her damn near perfect ass in the snug running shorts she was wearing. He stared at her as she left, stopping only once she turned round to catch him and giggled to herself. It wasn't malicious, that was one of the best things about Nicola, her inability to be cruel, she was sincere when she wanted to be and courteous when she could've been a bitch. That's why Art felt safe with her, he knew that she wasn't just using him for a joke or a prank or anything.

Although if she was planning on giving the nerdy guy a boner that would last until the end of lunch she had succeeded.

*

Arthur knew where Nicola lived because he'd been to her house before, while not immediate neighbours they did live on the same street and his parents had made fast friends with hers when they moved here 10 years ago. The two of them had been mates in passing but it wasn't until university through them together that they started actively being close friends, different circles yeah but both were happy to spend some time together when the chance arouse, it was the only reason Art could talk to her without tripping over his own tongue. 

He arrived earlier than expected, thinking it would score him brownie points with this delectable creature, a choice well-made judging by the way she nearly jumped as she opened the door.

"Art. Thank god." She instinctively hugged him, noting that he stealthily moved his crotch away from her. "Thanks for coming over."

"No problem, just happy to help. Where's your parents?"

"Oh they're in Hawaii visiting Kevin, they'll be gone all week."

Kevin was Nicola's half-brother from her father's previous marriage although mysteriously Nicola was the older sibling by only four months, he didn't know all the details but Arthur could gather it was a strange story not worth bringing up right now.

"Would you like a drink?" Her silk voice took him out of his thoughts. 

"What, huh, sorry?" Internally he punched himself for being a fool.

"A drink, afraid all we've got is cola at the moment."

"Yeah, uh, please, thanks." 

His eyes followed her as she went to the fridge and for the first time he noticed she was wearing a skirt, a little too long to be called a mini-skirt but shorter than usual, she probably shortened the hem, he's seen his cousin Rachel do something similar. His eyes nearly bugged out his head when Nicola bent over to reach the bottom of the fridge, showing the bottom of her cheeks, just a peek but it was more than enough to make Art uncomfortable, simultaneously he looked away while not tearing his eyes from the sights, the little perverted voice in the back of his head asked him if she was wearing anything under that skirt.

"I'm glad you find my ass so interesting."

Nicola's trademark half-smile told Art he was busted as she stood up, the expression on his face looked like he was about to start hyperventilating. 

"No... I mean, I wasn't... I mean not that I wouldn't I mean..."

"Art, will you relax, I said I liked it."

"You did?"

"Well yeah, sometimes a girl likes to know that someone's checking her out."

Nicola slipped the can of cola into Arthur's hand, he swore he heard the cold can hiss with steam as he touched it. Nicola sat down on the armchair right beside them, Art took the sofa across from her.

She spoke first, as though her mind had been bursting to get it all out. "Ok, so about that favour I need from you. First I need you to promise you won't tell anyone, not your friends, not your parents, not anyone. Ok?"

"I promise I won't tell anyone. Who would I tell anyway?"

Nicola chuckled at the joke, Art wasn't known for his humour but occasionally he could drop some light humour to ease the tension.

"I trust you Art, don't worry. It's just, this is quite personal and embarrassing to talk about."

She leaned in, as though they were trying to keep quiet from everyone around them in the empty room. Art stole a fleeting glance down the cleavage of her top and followed her lead.

"Do you know about sex toys?"

The blood rushed to Art's dick so fast he felt faint, here he was, in the home of his dream girl, alone, with her showing off a good portion of her thighs, and she just asked him about sex toys. He made a note to check the room for hidden cameras when he got the chance.

"Yes?" His voice character uncharacteristically high-pitched as he wondered where she was going with this and if he could take any more of it.

"Have you heard of Ben-Wa Balls?"

Art took a long gulp of his can, he was feeling the heat rise with every word out of her mouth.

"I, uh, I think so, you put them in your... in your... your, y'know. And they, stimulate."

"Ha, yeah that's pretty much it. You know your sex toys Mr Ross."

Art opened his mouth to defend himself but immediately the words were lost on him. Lack of blood flow to the brain perhaps.

"You're cute when you're nervous. Well anyway the reason I asked you over here is to do with that. See, I was out shopping with some friends and for a laugh we went to the sex shop, I bought a pair of Ben Wa Balls cause I was interested in how they work. Well, see, I didn't read the instructions right and didn't realise that the wee piece of strong connected to the balls was to pull them out so uh..."

Nicola looked down at her crotch, as though trying to believe the story herself, Arthur didn't know where to look. 

"They're stuck

Now Art wasn't stupid, he could guess where Nicola was going with this but the whole thing was too outlandish to be true, she couldn't be saying what he thought she was saying. 

"So, what do you need me for?" He asked her, fully aware of sounding like a fool for a totally obvious answer.

Luckily Nicola looked just as embarrassed as Art, embarrassment shared is embarrassment halved as it were.

"I need you to help me get them out."

Ok so she was going there. For a brief moment Art forgot to speak, the erection in his trousers felt like it would never go down and the constant blood-flow had robbed him of all brain activity. It wasn't until he noticed the nervousness on Nicola's face that he realised he'd been quiet for far too long. In a attempt to break the tension he looked around the room.

"So where are the hidden cameras?"

To his astonishment it worked, Nicola laughed which did wonders to take the two of them back down to earth for a moment.

"Sorry, no cameras. This unfortunately is a real request."

"Why me though? Why not one of your friends or another guy who can talk to you without reverting to a nervous wreck."

"Art, I know those guys and there's no way in hell I'm letting them anywhere near my pussy..." Art let out a whimper at her use of pussy but it went unnoticed by Nicola who kept talking. "...and as much as I love my girls I don't trust any of them not to gossip about this."

"Right. So... I'm the best of a bad situation."

"Hey, don't think like that. This is a big amount of trust I'm putting in you and I'm sure you can deliver. Besides, you give yourself too little credit, you're talking to me just fine."

"You think but I'm having trouble keeping my cool here. And you talking about your... y'know, isn't helping."

Nicola had an amused expression on her face that Art didn't know how to take. "What, do you have a problem saying pussy?"

"Well no but you're a lady and I shouldn't say such vulgar things in your presence."

Nicola let out a belly laugh, nearly doubling over and giving Art another look down her top.

"Oh I'm sorry Art, I wasn't being mean. You really are one of the good ones aren't you? Look I have no problem with you cursing in front of me, hell if you spend any time with my mother when she's not trying to impress company she uses cunt so many times it's like she's getting paid by the word. So I'm not going to be offended by it, in fact I encourage you to curse as much as possible."

"I'll try Nicola. Ok, so you want me to get something out of your... your pussy."

"That's the gist of it, yeah. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but you were the best man for the job that I could think of."

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome. So how do you want to do this?"

"Me? Well I, I, I don't exactly know, this isn't something I'm an expert on."

"Hmm, well I don't think we can do much good here so let's head to my bedroom and we'll go from there."

Her bedroom? This was getting worse by the minute. Or was it better? He couldn't tell anymore. With her supple hand pulling him along, Nicola took Arthur into her bedroom, it was less extreme than he was expecting, the walls were a mellow yellow, a few photos adorned the walls, mostly family and friends and fun times, a study desk to the side housed a good-seized TV and a... was that an Xbox? The biggest surprise was three film posters that were scattered on the walls, as they couldn't have been more different, one was for Beauty & The Beast, one was for The Exorcist and one was for Fellowship Of The Ring. That last one took most of Art's attention, his pre-conceived notions - which admittedly were getting smashed the more time he spent with this strange, bewitching creature - told him that a woman this gorgeous would not have this poster in her room.

"You like it?" She asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer. "It's one of my favourites."

"Same, but I preferred Return Of The King if I'm honest." Dammit, why'd he have to admit that, he might have well sung it in Elfish for all the good it did him.

"Eh, Return's a good film but it doesn't have the same power of Fellowship, that at least had a flow to it which Return lacked. Plus you can see how focused Jackson gets on CGI more than the FX work which is why I didn't enjoy the Hobbit films as much and... why are you looking at me like that?"

Art suddenly realised he was staring like a slack-jawed yokel, in his mind he was asking this girl to marry him right here and now. "Sorry, you're just a little... too good to be true."

She smiled at that. "Believe it not friend, I'm the real thing. Now, about this problem."

"Is there nothing else we can call it, it feels so awkward calling it a problems."

"What were you thinking?"

"Maybe just our situation, it works and feels better to say. Does that make sense?"

"No Art, but I get the gist of it. Ok, so I was thinking that I lie back on the bed, spread my legs and let you... get to work."

"How do you want me to... do that?"

"Well, my best guess would be to use your fingers."

Art felt his guts tighten, if he hadn't came in his pants he would be surprised.

"My... my... my fingers?"

Nicola placed a reassuring hand on Art's shoulder. "Hey, I know this seems like a pretty fucked up dream but trust me, I'm not going to bite, I'm asking you as a friend to help me. If you feel bad think how I feel, I'll have your fingers in me and god help me if I won't feel them."

"You're not helping."

"I wasn't trying to."

Art had to smile at that, one thing he loved about Nicola was her sense of fun, she was a girl that enjoyed a good practical joke or a quick witted response. There was hardly a day that went by since they met that he hadn't seen her laughing.

He swallowed his insecurities and continued on. "So, what will I be looking for?"

"Just something hard and round and metal, it's a small metal ball, about the size of a large walnuts. Basically feel for something that shouldn't be there, I tried to do it myself but the angle's difficult."

Resorting to the acceptance that his erection wouldn't be going down for at least a week, Art took a deep breath. 

"Ok, let's go for it."

Nicola beamed and kissed Art on the cheek. "Thanks Art, I'll pay you back, I promise."

If Arthur was a braver man he would've made a quip about not wanting to put any small metal balls inside him but he was not a brave man so he said nothing. Moving with a hint of nervousness, Nicola sat back on the bed so her back was resting on the headboard, and opened her thighs, her skirt riding up until Art could see that he was right earlier and she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Oh Christ." Her smooth as silk pussy came into view, Art felt his heart make a leap for his throat but miraculously he kept it down. To his surprise it was far redder than what he was expecting, and already quite wet, in the back of his mind he knew this meant she was aroused but the back of his mind wasn't working.

"Go slow Art, this is my pussy we're talking about so I'd rather have it unharmed when we're finished."

"I don't think I could hurt such a precious flower." Art's voice was barely a whisper but Nicola heard him, not quite believing it herself.

.

"What was that?"

"Uh... nothing. So, should I... wet my fingers first? Or are you... Christ this is hard."

"Hey, it's ok. I told you, I won't bite. Unless you ask. No, I think I've, uh, I've covered the wetness myself. Don't blame me though, it's not every day I have a good looking guy like you staring at my pussy."

Art blushed at her compliment and went to work. Holding his breath for fear of making a mistake, he slowly pushed his index and middle fingers into Nicola's sex, the sheer bizarreness of the situation was messing with his head but he made a promise and was going to keep it. The first thing he noticed was how hot she felt, even a good few inches from her he felt the searing heat of her flesh, now buried inside her, she was molten. The second thing was how wet she was, her cunt was a tight fit but his finger slid between her lips with a surprising ease thanks to her juices coating his fingers, Art wasn't that naive not to know this would excite her but the degree to which she was shocked him.

Nicola's breath became deep and ragged, her eyes fluttering as Art slid into her mound, her whole body glowing red from heat, excitement and a little from embarrassment as she felt herself involuntarily squeeze Art's fingers. She gently bit her lower lip to keep an aroused moan from escaping her lips, funnily enough the act of doing so forced a similar noise to come from Art, but more of a squeak than anything. 

She had to admit, he sounded cute when he did that.

Eventually Art stopped because he couldn't move any further. He looked down and still couldn't believe the sight in front of him, his dream girl with her pussy basically suckling on his fingers. He could feel a lot, her soft, hot, wet folds, a sense of fear that he would wake up and this would be over, an ever-tightening erection in his trousers. But no Ben Wa's.

"Nikki, I can't feel them."

Obviously distracted, Nicola snapped out of a trance at the sound of Art's voice. "Huh, what?" 

"I said I can't feel them."

"Are you as deep as you can get?"

Art thought for a second before pushing harder into her sex, Nicola winced at the intrusion.

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't be, just caught me off-guard there Art. Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Damn, back to square one then."

Nicola sat up but didn't cross her legs, Art turned his head away sharply, despite what had just transpired he was still too much of a good guy to stare. Man he hated being a good guy at times.

Nicola looked deep in thought and Arthur could almost see the idea churning in her head.

"How about we... No, no that won't work."

"What?"

"It's nothing Art, just a silly idea."

"Something's better than what I got."




Stuck



Nicola thought it over and figured there was no harming in throwing it out there.

"Alright well I was thinking that if you could find out how deep the Ben-Wa's are inside of me we could work out the best way of getting them out."

"But we just tried that, I couldn't feel them."

"I know but we only tried with your fingers, I was thinking something longer and more... sensitive."

Art's brain didn't immediately click but once the gears got moving he understood. "So you want me to..."

"Pretty much yeah."

"But that's... will that work?"

"Well the way I figured it's longer than your fingers, it doesn't have anything to hold it back and you'll be able to feel the balls far easier, once we get a rough guess we can work from there."

Art's mind was split, on one side he was impressed that she'd thought of all that in such a short time, but on the other he was thinking that he was about to fuck his dream girl. More or less.

"But, I don't have a condom." That earned him a mental punch to the face, why was he trying to talk out of this?

Nicola chuckled. "I would hope now, otherwise I would be wondering what you had planned. Besides it's just a quick thing, just until you feel something."

"I know but... Nikki this whole situation has me on edge and I'm about ready to... pop off as it were. And with someone like you I don't think I can hold back."

"What do you mean someone like me?"

Arthur couldn't tell if it was the adrenaline, the lust or the fact that his head was finally cooperating with his mouth because they figured out this was the best time for it but he's suddenly found some confidence.

"Y'know, someone perfect."

Nicola damn neared bowled over, she knew Art had a crush on her, hell she had a small one on him herself, but she was not expecting to hear that. What's more was that it was genuine, he wasn't saying that to impress her or get in her pants (she was doing that voluntarily it would seem) if anything he was admitting it as a detriment to himself, that he found her so irresistible that he risked a premature cumming should they continue down this road.

Nicola would look back on this moment as the exact time she fell in love with Arthur Ross.

She learnt forward and gently kissed him, taking him by surprise but ultimately calming his nerves, the look in her eye spoke volumes for her feelings.

"Thank you. If you don't want to do this we don't have, but if you do we'll find a way that works for both of us."

"I do want to help you, I'm just a little worried that things will get..."

"I got you, and I understand. Well... how about I help you out beforehand?"

"What do you mean?"

Nicola blushed, somewhat embarrassed by the situation. "I mean, what if I have you a hand, or perhaps... a mouth."

"Oh. You know despite everything I still can't believe this is happening."

"I don't blame you, this is pretty out-there. But it would help us both."

Art swallowed the lump in his throat, even now not still trying to find a way to prove this was a dream. "You know I'll still..."

"I know but it'll be in a safer area and we lower the risk of any unwanted results."

A little voice in the back of Art's head told him he wouldn't mind an unwanted result if it was with her but he kept that thought to himself. She was right though and it would be the right way to go. 

Still essentially naked form the waist down, Nicola got off the bed and knelt down between Art's legs, he managed to get a good look down her shirt, a look she just smirked at, her breasts were one of her biggest body concerns and the fact that Art was still excited by them made her feel a little better.

"Don't be nervous." Her honeyed voice was soothing but Art was beyond help as this point.

He nearly jumped as her fingers grasped his trousers, gently unbuttoning them until his fly was open, she could feel his erection against her wrist, and she was impressed. 

"Jump up a sec please."

"What? Oh, sure."

Art help himself aloft on his elbows allowing Nicola to pulls his trousers off, she seemed to be taking an agonisingly long time, and honestly she was, she'd decided to have a little fun with him. This whole day was going better than expected.

Eventually she got his trousers off and down by his ankles, e was still wearing boxers but they did nothing to hide his enlarged erection which stood up, pushing against the fabric, his pre-cum already soaking through.

"Sorry"

"You gotta stop apologising Art. There's nothing wrong here, it's natural and totally fine. Very fine indeed."

"Nikki, Jesus."

"What, you think us women don't ogle, hell I'm impressed Art you got some nice work going on here."

"Thank you?"

Still smiling, Nicola wrapped her hands around the waistband of Arthur's boxers, the touch of her hands electrifying Art's whole body, and gently pulled them off. Bit by bit he came into view, a neatly trimmed pubis, the first showings of the gaps between his legs and his crotch, a slight protruding vein that signalled the start of his cock, the more she pulled down the more his dick pushed against the elastic waistband, ready to jump at a moment's notice. And just before she finished that large muscle between his legs finished the job and near enough popped out of his underwear.

Nicola had to laugh, Arthur Ross was half-naked in front of her with one of the nicest looking cocks she'd ever seen, a good 7 inches give or take, quite thick but not to a stupid amount like in those shitty porn videos, and a glistening purple head on top. She was impressed.

Art mistook her laughter for malicious. "What? What is it, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all Art. I'm just... wow. How didn't I know about this before now?"

"I don't exactly go around announcing it to the world."

"No, you don't, do you? You're not one of those guys, you don't need a big ego to overcompensate, you're you. And I love you for that."

"Huh."

Nikki crawled up Art's body, sliding her chest against his, making sure he could feel her erect nipples and how hot she was for him, and kissed him again, a little more passionately than before to show she was serious. 

"I said I love you, and I've never been the type of girl to hide her feelings so it felt like the right time to tell you. And just so you know Art, when I girl says she loved someone she kinda likes to hear it back."

Something inside Arthur clicked, steeling a rare burst of confidence he made the move and pressed his lips to hers, it was wet and a little rougher than she was use to, but Nikki couldn't deny the love she felt right there.

"I love you Nicola McAllister, I think I loved you from the moment I saw you."

"Art we were 13 when we met."

"I still knew I loved you. Always have, always will."

Nikki wiped a tear from her eye, she still maintained her smile but the moment was getting to her.

"Dammit Arthur Ross, I was the one suppose to be the one seducing you, not the other way around."

"I'm not sorry about that. Wait, I thought you asked me to help you with... well you know."

"My sex toys?" A mischievous grin grow across her face as her hand slide down between their bodies. 

"Well you see Art, the thing about that..." 

Her hand lightly grasped Arthur's cock, rubbing it slightly as she lifted her hips.

"When I asked you here I had an ulterior motive and the fact is..."

Nicole gently pressed her sex down onto Arthur's cock, feeling him fill her up and send a warmth surging through her like nothing before. She pushed herself down and whispered in his ear.

"I never had anything in me to begin with."

Suddenly it all clicked for Art, he realised he'd been tricked in the best way possible. Nicola McAllister and her sense of fun, he loved her for it.

"So this whole time was just you tricking me into bed."

Nicola swayed her hips, moving slowly against Arthur's crotch. 

"Oh yeah."

"I feel so used."

"I don't see you complaining."

"You know you could've just asked."

"Are you kidding? Where's the fun in that? A girl's gotta enjoy herself. I would've went further until you spoiled it for me with the whole I love you thing."

"Hey you started that."

"I regret... oh god, I regret nothing."

Nikki's ecstatic panting and little mews of passion were getting to Art, as was her satin-like skin, taut across her well-defined muscle structure guided his hands as he stroked up her thighs and around the curve of her ass. She felt good, she felt like he knew she would, smooth, clean, perfect.

Nicola looked down, her eyes half-opened in that dreamy, come hither looks that drove men wild, she looked into Arthur's eyes saw the love and the lust that he had for her. She was glad she got him into bed at last, she wasn't the type of girl to sleep around but she wasn't one to hold back either, she wanted Arthur Ross and knew he would never make the first move. Falling in love was a risk that she had thought about but never gave the proper consideration to but as his moved inside her, his hands touching her like he worshipped the ground she walked on and his eyes aflame with the love he had for her, and only her, she was glad she took that risk.

"Go a little faster Art, I'm getting close." 

Art bucked his hips a little harder, moving them a touch faster but still leaving room for improvement, from the little sex he had he knew that it was better to build up than go all out at once.

Nikki bit her bottom lip as her breath deepened, unconsciously she felt her hand reach up and touch her breast, feeling the nipple warm and hard against her palm, between her thighs she felt Art's cock twitch harder at the sight.

"D'you like that? Me playing with my breasts."

Arthur could only nod as he felt himself pushing harder and faster into Nicola. He very nearly came on the spot as both her hands cupped her breasts, her thumbs rubbing her nipples and sending shivers down her body.

"That feels REALLY good Art, God if I knew you were this God I would've tricked you earlier."

"And I would've let you."

Nicola smiled which slowly turned into a gasp, her hips rocked faster, pushing Arthur's cock further into her tight cunt, with one hand still mauling her small breast the other reached up and grabbed her own hair, the feeling deep in her stomach was building and she was about ready to burst.

"I'm almost there Art, I'm almost..." Nicolas voice was low and breathy, she was panting, she was quiet but it made the experience all the more intimate and erotic, she was speaking only for him, letting him know how he made her feel.

"I'm close too Nikki, where should I..?"

"In me Art, cum inside me, it's fine. Just let me know, cause I'm really fucking close." 

Not wanting to disappoint this delectable creature, Arthur's next move surprised her. He grabbed a hold of her buttocks and flipped her over, so she was now on her back, and her was on top of her, his cock never leaving her. From this new position Arthur had the freedom to push into Nicola harder and faster while also now being able to taste her breasts, suckling on them, nibbling, biting kissing, he adored them and for the first time in her life Nicola was proud of her smaller, more sensitive breasts.

"Oh fuck Art, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Me too Nikki. I can't hold back."

"Do it, please, I need it."

"Nikki, I'm, I'm..."

Burying his cock into her pussy and his head into her neck, Art came inside Nicola, as she felt him shoot inside her it set off her own orgasm, her whole body shivered with excitement, she gritted her teeth and held Arthur closer to her body, the two of them one shared unit of passion and tension that slowly unwound themselves until only two bodies remained, hot, sweaty, tired, but very much in love.

Arthur looked in the eyes of this magnificent woman, as a thought crossed his mind he couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just... I told you I wouldn't last long."

Nicola smiled sweetly at him. "I know you did, and that's why I love you Arthur Ross. Even when you're giving me the best fucking of my life you're still modest."

"I love you too Nikki."

The couple kissed, laying side-by-side they let sleep take them for a while and drifted away for a short time.

*

Nicola was already awake when Arthur opened his eyes, they'd only been asleep for a couple hours, Nikki still hadn't fully woken up but looked contented as she watched her lover awaken.

"Hey."

"Hey. Art, I just want to thank you for doing this, I know it was an odd request but..."

"You don't need to explain anything, I understand completely. Besides I agreed to take on you and your crazy when I married you."

Nicola had to smile at that, her husband was right, she was a little crazy but she knew he loved her for it."

"Still though, thank you. I hadn't been feeling all that great about myself lately and... well it's nice to know I can still drive you crazy."

"You always drive me crazy."

"I know, I just had fun pretending for a little bit."

"I have to admit I did have more fun than I expected, although the nerd and the cheerleader, not exactly stretching our acting chops are we?"

"Hey it's my first time with this role-playing thing, besides you're my little nerd-man, I can't see you as anything else."

"Only from you is that a compliment. By the way, where did you get Ben Wa Balls from? I never thought you'd bring them into this."

"Oh I read a story online, involved them, I was pretty interested and figured it would be a good trick to get you into bed."

"It worked, I'm impressed. Hey, you wanna know something?"

"What?"

"I saw your legs, I mean as they were, before."

Nicola's eyes suddenly felt wet as she comprehended what Arthur was saying. "Really?"

"Yeah, I always have but with us pretending it was so much stronger, it was like they were as strong and as beautiful as before. I saw the like that."

Nicola had to wipe her eyes for fear of breaking down completely. "Thank you, I don't know why but I needed to hear that."

"Your legs are why you wanted this role-play to start with, it makes sense that we'd both focus on them."

"Yeah, guess, it does. Do you mind helping me?"

"Not at all."

Arthur knelt down at his wife's legs and gentle unfastened the restraints of her leg, first one, then the other. Gently he pulled away the two prosthetic limbs that had replaced the legs she once had and placed them to the side before gentle kissing each stump. It had been 5 years since Nicola lost both her legs to a horrific car accident and while she stayed strong and resilient throughout she still had moments of self-confidence issues, the role-play was a little game for the two of them to remember happier times, being not too dissimilar from how the young couple met and fell in love in the first place.

"You're too good to me Art, you could have anyone and yet you're still with silly old crippled me."

"You're younger than me so how can you be old. As for your legs, I don't care, I fell in love with you, your heart and your soul. I'm not going to lie to you and say it's been easy or that I don't miss how they looked and how they felt but I agreed to marry you, all of you no matter how much or how little I had of you. Face it Nikki, you're stuck with me."

Nicola let this tear run, she was never happier than when Arthur proved how devoted he was to her, and her to him.

"I love you Arthur Ross."

"I love you too Nicola Ross."

"Do you need up in the morning?"

"No, why?"

"I was thinking of long lie."

"Sounds good."

Arthur wrapped his arm around Nicola's waist and held her close as they fell asleep, Arthur went first but Nicola was still thinking things over. He was right, she was stuck with him.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.

*****

I hope you all enjoyed the story, it went a little bigger than I'd planned but I'm back into the swing of things. 

Just a couple notes, yes I will explain how Arthur and Nicola met and how Nicola lost her legs, I'd originally planned it for another story but it felt like it would make a nice twist end to this tale. Be on the lookout for more Stuck chapter in the future.

Also if you've read my other stories then you'll know Nicola is currently a lot older so this story takes place in the future (2023 to be exact) so there's a lot of space that I'll fill in with Nicola, Arthur and her family, specifically how Arthur reacts to Nicola's true parentage.

Thanks for reading.



Stuck Again, Again



Hi this is Brian again. If you remember me from my previous adventures I have it pretty good. I live across the street from a gymnast, Amy, and regularly fuck her. She loves my big fat 10 inch cock, especially the 4 inch wide head. We usually do it in the afternoon after school before her Mom gets home. We are both 18 and seniors. We have come close to getting caught especially the first time when I got my cockhead stuck in her when it went past her cervix. We try to be as careful as we can because I'm not sure if her parents would like finding out I am fucking their daughter. That brings me to today' story, I still can't believe this stuff happens to me.

I am home from school and by myself watching TV in my den. My parents are still at work and won't be home for a couple of hours. Amy is off at some gymnast camp for the whole week so I haven't shot my load in a few days. I'm not really into what's on TV instead I'm daydreaming about Amy's tight gymnast ass and sweet pussy. My big cock is getting semi hard when the doorbell rings. I really don't want to deal with some salesman or kid selling candy but I get my 6' 2" 220 lb. frame off the couch and walk to the door. I open the door prepared to tell whoever is there to get lost when I am surprised to see Amy's Mom.

I have only met her a couple of times since they haven't lived there very long and I am usually only there in the afternoon while they aren't there, fucking her daughter. I know she is in her late 30's and I have only seen her in business attire so I am a little shocked to see her standing there dressed like she is. She is taller then Amy, about 5' 4", and though not as muscular she is definitely in shape for her age. I notice something about her causes me to stare. She has a huge pair of tits. They are at least 36 DD's I know this because she is wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of cotton workout shorts. 

I slowly tear my eyes from them and gulp managing to say "Uh, hi Mrs. Jones"

She smiles at me and with a sweet voice say's "Hi, Brian. Are your parents home?" 

I answer like a goofy schoolboy, "Uh, no they won't be home for a couple of hours." 

She say, "I see, well aren't you going to invite me in? I have something I need to discuss with you." 

Uh oh, what could she have to discuss with me? I wonder if Amy has told her about our sexual escapades. I decide to play it cool and say, "Sure come on in."

As she enters I can't help but think, man she is hot. My semi hard on is not going down and I could of sworn she glanced at it as she walked in. She is Amy's Mom so I have to watch myself, but not having shot my load in a week is making it difficult. I lead her to the den and we sit down on the couch. I am wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts so I have to be careful how I arrange my package so it's not so noticeable. She sits on the couch a couple of feet from me and turns and smiles again.

"Brian, you and Amy have become really good friends." She says. 

I answer, "Yes Ma'am I like Amy a lot." 

She smiles again and says, "In fact I would say you two have become really CLOSE friends, right Brian?" 

I find myself staring at her huge jugs again. I don't think she is wearing a bra. "Yes Ma'am real close." 

She smiles again, "In fact Brain, so close that she can ride that big cock of yours with ease now, isn't that right?" 

Oh my God she knows. Did she see us? Did Amy tell her? I say, "Oh Mrs. Jones I can explain." 

She reaches over and lays her hand on my leg and says, "That's OK Brian, no need to explain. My daughter is very hot. I can understand how a big stud like you would be interested in that tight ass of hers." I'm sweating a little know and just nod my head.

She say's "Just to lets you know, I found out about you two because I came home early one day and heard noises from her bedroom. The door was open a little and I peeked in and saw her riding that huge cock of yours. I couldn't take my eyes off it. When you were done and pulled that huge head out I knew I had to have it." 

I sat there dumbfounded but managed to say, "Mrs. Jones, I don't know, your Amy's Mom and stuff plus you are married. I could get in a lot of trouble." 

She smiled that sweet smile again and said, "Brian, you are fucking my daughter, how much trouble do you think you are already in?" She was right. 

I added things up in my head and sighed and said, "OK, if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll do whatever you want." 

She stroked my leg and said, "That's a good boy. I saw you looking at my tits earlier. Do you like them?" She rubbed her hands across her chest and hefted her big jugs. 

I said, "Oh yes Mrs. Jones they are fantastic." 

"Brian, please don't call me Mrs. Jones. My name is Beth. Do you want to see them?" 

A croaked "Yes" was all I could manage. She lifted up her tank top and two of the most perfect tits rolled out and perched on her chest. They had that little bit of sag that all really big tits have which only means they are heavy. The areola's were about 2 inches across and stood out with puffiness that I love. The nipples were huge. As big around as my index finger and an inch long. I was sure I was drooling. I know my cock was.

"Do you like them?" she asked. "I had them redone about 6 months ago." "I think they did a great job." 

I managed to say, "They did a perfect job." 

"Do you want to see something really cool?" she said. 

I nodded. "Pinch the nipples." she asked. 

I looked at her and she nodded that it was OK. I reached out with my right hand and gently pinched the nipple on her left breast. As I did a little drop of white milk appeared and rolled down her globe. I was awestruck. "Isn't that cool? They have been doing that ever since I got the implants. Too bad my husband doesn't really like it. I have been dying for someone to suck them. Brian, do you think you could do that for me?" 

Could this really be happening to me? I looked up and stared her in the eyes and said "Yes Beth I could do that for you."

She took her top off and laid back on the couch. I got down on my knees in front of her and latched on to one of her nipples with my mouth. She groaned with pleasure and I began to suck. The milk started to flow some and it tasted really sweet. She was holding my head against her breast and she started to grind her hips a little. I took that as a sign and reached up and cupped her pussy with my left hand. She was starting to get very wet and I knew she wasn't wearing panties. I switched to the other breast and the milk started to flow from that one too. I pushed her shorts to one side to give me better access to her cunt. She was shaved clean just like Amy is and had the same big clit. As I continued to suckle her tit I shoved two big fingers in her and she really started to buck on the couch. I didn't want to rip her nipple off with my teeth. She grabbed my head with both her hands and smashed it to her breast. It was kinda hard to breath, but I kept on sucking her milk. I was ramming my two fingers in and out of her pussy, which was surprisingly tight. I began stroking her G-spot and she stiffened and not only shot fluid from her cunt, I could have sworn the milk actually sprayed from her nipple into my mouth. I released her nipple and pussy and leaned back watching her breathing heavily. 

She had an animalistic look to her face and said, "I have to have that big cock now. Where is your bedroom?" 

I lead her down the hall to my room and standing next to my bed she dropped her shorts and reached for mine. As I pulled my t-shirt off she pulled my shorts down and I heard her gasp. "My God, how does Amy get this thing to fit? I have never seen a cock this big. And the head is as big as a fist." 

She got my shorts off the rest of the way and started to lick and attempt to suck my cock. Using both hands she stroked me and managed to get most of the head in her mouth. The feeling was amazing but I knew I had to concentrate and not come too soon.  

She stood up and pressed those big leaking tits against me and grabbed my ass and said. "This is mine now, I want you to fuck me with that big cock."

We got up on my bed and she laid on her back. I got between her shapely legs and lined up my big knob with the entrance to her pussy. I rubbed it back and forth across the opening and her clit. She was very wet and I was leaking a steady stream of precum. I positioned it at the opening and pressed forward. 

She opened her eyes and said, "Oh my God it's so big. It's stretching me so much. Please go easy." 

For being Amy's Mom her cunt was really tight. I guess her husband was a little guy. I pressed some more and about half the head went in. She was sweating and her tits were leaking milk. I kept trying to shove it in, but in the missionary position I just didn't have the leverage. 

I looked at her and said, "You get on top of me, that might work better." 

I rolled off her and shaking she straddled me lining up my huge cock with her entrance. I was hard as steel and swollen to my biggest size. As she started to push her weight down my cock made more progress. 

She said, "I know Amy can take this so I know I can too." 

She had that same look of determination on her face as her daughter and gritted her teeth and pressed down hard. It slowly started to go in and suddenly, pop, the head disappeared inside. She stopped breathing hard and smiled at her accomplishment. Slowly I eased more in, withdrew a little then again shoved more in. In and out slowly working it in. A couple of minutes later I hit bottom. She was so tight I couldn't believe it. It felt so good. Her cunt was on fire and she started to ride me. 

She was really getting into it when she said, "Now don't come in me, my husband had a vasectomy and I'm not on the pill." 

This didn't quite register with me because why on earth would a woman be fucking a young guy like me unprotected with the risk of getting pregnant. I just nodded. 

Up and down she went. Each time my glans hit bottom touching her cervix. She had her eyes closed lost in the feeling. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I had a week worth of come boiling in my balls. 

I looked up at her and said. "Uh Beth, I'm going to come soon." 

She was squeezing her nipples and the milk was dripping on my chest. "Not yet, not yet." she said. 

She was really grinding now trying to get all of my cock in her. There was at least an inch to go but I was at the entrance of her womb. 

"Beth I really mean it, I am going to come any second." I said. 

I guess she just didn't hear me or she was lost in her approaching orgasm. Suddenly she started to stiffen all her muscles, including the ones in her pussy. I knew she was coming and like I told her I was going to soon as well. I tried to pick her up off me because I felt my sperm rising up on the long journey out of my cock. Her cunt muscles were spasming around my cock and I couldn't get her off me. I gave up as she smashed down on me for a last time driving my cockhead into her cervix just as my come that had been building up for a week jetted out of my cock directly into her womb. I lost all reason too and grabbed her hips and thrust and thrust into her tight cunt spewing what seemed like a gallon of come. I must have shot at least a dozen times but amazingly little leaked out. I guess it all went where it wasn't supposed to go. 

She continued to grind on me soaking me and my bed with her juices. After awhile her pussy slowed and then stopped her spasming and she collapsed on top of me pressing those huge milk jugs to my chest. She laid on me with my still hard cock firmly planted in her cunt. 

"Beth, Beth I'm sorry." I said. 

"Mmmmm, sorry? Sorry for what?" she dreamily said. 

"I tried but I couldn't pull out of you. Your cunt muscles kept me in you. I shot my load in you." I said. 

She suddenly looked up with wide open eyes and said, "You did what?" 

"I couldn't help it. I haven't come in a week and I couldn't pull out. I told you I was coming." 

She started to cry, "I didn't hear you, all I wanted was to come on your big cock." 

I stroked her hair and said, "It will be alright. When was your last period? I bet there is no way you are pregnant." 

She said, "Since my husband had his vasectomy I really haven't paid too much attention to them. Let me think. It's been over about a week now." Crap I thought, she is at her most fertile, and I shot a gallon of potent sperm in her. She started to cry realizing the same thing.

I stoked her hair and back trying to sooth her when all of a sudden I heard my Mom call my name. My Mom was home and lets see where I find myself. I am in bed with my neighbor's wife, who I probably just got pregnant. My cock is still hard and firmly lodged in her. Her tits are leaking milk in my bed and I am about to be caught. 

Instead of yanking my cock out of her possibly hurting her I get up off the bed carrying her with me, still impaled on me and jump in my closet. I hear my Mom calling my name and pray she doesn't open the closet or notice the mess on the bed. Beth's arms and legs are wrapped around me and she is still sniffling back tears. I tell her to shhhh and wonder how I got myself in this mess again. 

Remembering my past experience with her daughter Amy I say, "Beth I have to try to get my cock out of you now. The easiest way is for you to grab the clothes rod for leverage". 

She says, "Have you done this before?" 

I just nod and say, "I just know it will work." 

She does what I suggest and reaches back as I hold her by the waist and she grabs the bar. Her two glorious tits are hanging freely and I grab her hips and pull back. The feeling is intense for both of us and she moans again. I am still hard and can't resist pushing my cock back in instead of pulling it out. She starts to breath quickly again as I pull out just leaving the head in then pushing all the way in to her cervix. She is hanging by the bar with her arms but I am holding most of her weight with my arms around her waist. It's such an amazing feeling I just keep pumping in and out slowly trying not to make noise that my Mom will hear. Her cunt is so wet and tight I get lost in the feeling. She and I are both sweating again and we know we must be quiet. I hear my Mom come into my room but I can't stop fucking Amy's Mom. I take one hand off her waist and cover her mouth because I know she is coming and might cry out. 

I whisper in her ear, "I'm going to come soon do I need to pull out?" She looks at me and just shakes her head no. That realization sets me off and I thrust my big cock all the way in this time popping all the way through her cervix and deposit my second massive load of sperm in her womb. She opens her eyes with a shocked look and cry's out into my hand covering her mouth and has a violent orgasm. 

As we both come down from our mating I listen closely and figure my Mom is out of my room. I look at Amy's Mom and say, "Beth it's time to get this out, hang on to the bar." 

She nods and I start to extract myself. First my glans has to pop back through her cervix. This is not easy given its swollen state. Luckily she has had a couple of kids so when I pull back even though she is very tight I feel it dilate and my glans eventually pops out. She lets out a long breath she has been holding. I then pull my fat cock out of her until the head stops at the entrance. Remembering how difficult it was to get in, getting it out takes some work. I try not to hurt her because I know she is really worried. I give her a kiss and pull slowly back stretching the opening until I finally come loose. I notice that very little of my come is leaking from her and I know that's not a good sign.

She's on wobbly legs and I hold her up as I crack the door open. Nobody's there so we come back into my room and get dressed. My Mom's in the kitchen so we tiptoe to the front door picking up her tank top so she can cover those huge tits. I open the front door as quietly as possible and we step out on the front porch. 

I say, "Beth that was amazing. You are a fantastic lover. What are we going to do if you are pregnant." 

She says with a smile, "Brian don't you worry about it. If I am pregnant, and with as much sperm as you have shot into me I probably am, I will deal with it. My wimp of a husband will do what I say." 

She reaches around behind me and grabs my ass again and says, "And remember, with what I know about you and Amy, and when and if a baby comes the DNA test will show it's yours, this ass is still mine to use when I want it." 

I swallow hard and say, "Yes Ma'am." She smiled that sweet smile and walks back across the street to her house. Damn, what have I gotten myself into now.