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The Good Samaritan

By: Sir Galahad



Saturday is when I run around and take care of all the chores I can’t get done during the week. I pulled into the mall to drop off a pair of boots for resoling and check out the new sound systems at the stereo shop for a client – I make my living as an electronics and computer guru. I parked my truck (driving a pickup is wonderful cover for a transplanted Yankee in the South) and started toward the entrance when a blast from my past stopped me cold.

It was a 1959 Cadillac Coupe de Ville convertible. Everyone remembers this model; it’s the one with the huge tailfins that have the rocket-exhaust tail lights on them. It is arguably the most visually striking car ever built, and ranks high on everyone’s Top Ten list of memorable Detroit rolling iron. 

My high school principal had inherited a white ’59 with a red leather interior from his father. It was nicknamed “The Pussy Wagon” because it was used to parade the Homecoming Queen and the winners of town beauty pageants down Main Street. This one was The Pussy Wagon’s mirror image, red with a white interior, just like the Cadillac used in the TV ads to promote the marque. I gave it a slow, respectful walk-around.

Whoever owned this Caddy took good care of it. There wasn’t a dent to be seen. The few chips and scratches had been carefully touched up and were almost invisible. If there was any filler on the body, I couldn’t find it. I leaned over the driver’s door and looked at the odometer: 295,869 miles. For a daily driver, this machine was nearly cherry.

“You like my car?”

I turned toward the voice and received a shock even greater than that caused by the convertible. A slender Asian woman was walking toward me. 

Standing about 5’7” in the heels she was wearing, her real height was closer to 5’3”. Her beautifully shaped legs scissored in and out of the unusual full-length skirt she was wearing. Made up of a mass of thousands of layered green and black threads, at rest the skirt concealed her legs completely; but when she walked, the threads fell away and her bare legs flashed in and out of them up to mid-thigh. She was wearing a wraparound green top that tied at the back and simultaneously acted as brassiere and blouse, showcasing two breasts that were average in size but set close together. The result was they looked larger than they actually were on her petite frame. 

Her face was striking rather than pretty, having the faintly simian cast around the eyes Asian women of a certain age acquire. Blue-black hair cut in a pageboy completed the package. The overall impact was remarkable. This was a woman that, once seen, would not be quickly forgotten.

“Yes, I do. You seldom see a classic car in as good shape as this one outside a car show. I was just admiring her.”

“My husban’ called it his big toy. He found it when we were stationed in California, an’ he spent three years bringing it back to showroom condition.” Her voice, low and mysterious, had a trace of an accent. Taking a closer look, I pegged her as a Filipina who had lived for years among English-speakers.

“I’d like to meet him,” I said. “He’s done a really great job on this car.”

She looked away. “That would be hard. He died las’ summer. This is th' firs' time I've taken it out since th' funeral”

Oops. Taking my foot out of my mouth, I stammered, “I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am. I didn’t mean to offend. I’ll just be on my way. Again, I apologize.”

She smiled a little. “You had no way to know. He’d be pleased that someone appreciates his big toy. I’ll accept your respects in th’ spirit they were meant. Have a nice day.”

I watched as the widowed Filipina climbed into the Caddy, backed out and headed for the mall exit. The coupe looked just as good today as The Pussy Wagon had looked back in the day, and had a better-looking driver.

Half an hour later, I was heading into the setting sun with the pickup cap sheltering groceries, a couple of new DVDs and some stereo components as well as my toolkits and whatnot. I had the road to myself and gave some thought to the driver of that Cadillac as I drove along.

I’d enlisted right out of high school, trading six years in the Air Force for training in computer and electronics repair and guaranteed qualification for the GI Bill. College would have been impossible otherwise. Although I’d been in while the Air Force still owned Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines, I’d never been stationed in the Far East. 

Barracks gossip claimed Filipinas made the best wives. Supposedly they were devoted, obedient, fucked like minks with their tails on fire and were skilled at household management. I discounted the rumors, remembering the joke that said the only difference between a fairy tale and a soldier’s story was that fairy tales started out “Once upon a time,” and soldiers’ stories started out, “No shit…”

A car was pulled off the road up ahead. I slowed down. It was the Caddy, hood up and a white rag tied to its door handle. Its Asian owner frantically waved at me as I pulled behind the convertible and switched on my idiot blinkers. I got out and went to meet her.

“Hello again,” I said. “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Th’ car, th’ temperature gauge jus’ went off the top an’ then smoke came out from th’ engine. Can you help me?”

“Let’s see,” I said. 

I looked under the engine in the fading light. A smelly puddle of coolant had formed there. It didn’t take long to find what was wrong.

“You have a split water hose,” I said, walking past her to get my Car Box out of my truck. She followed me.

“Can you fix that?” she asked.

“Maybe enough to let you limp to a garage,” I said. “Will you hold the light for me… I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name?”

We exchanged names. Hers was Elena. She held my big flashlight as I unloaded the Car Box and sorted out what I would need for the job. She looked dubiously at a coil of heavy gauge copper piping, a length of rubber hose, a spool of stiff electric wire, some clamps and a piece of gasket material as I fetched the tool kit.

“With that, you can fix th’ engine so I can drive?” she said doubtfully.

“I think so, Elena,” I said, and set to work.

A little more than half an hour later, my magnificent improvisation was in place. The broken thermostat that was the cause of the trouble had been removed. Gasket material replaced it, holes cut for the bolts and to let cooling water flow through. The split in the middle of the hose hadn’t reached the bends that led in and out of the engine block, so I’d clamped a piece of copper pipe into each end and bridged the gap with hose from the Car Box and two more clamps. The whole thing was anchored with lengths of twisted wire attached to whatever was handy so it wouldn’t flop around. Elena leaned in to look at the repair, bracing herself on my shoulders. I was aware of her breasts pressing against my back. We looked at each other. Her face was hard to read in the falling darkness.

I repacked my gear and poured the gallon of antifreeze mix I always carry into the radiator, and topped it up with 2 ½ gallons of water from my groceries. I closed the hood and walked to Elena, seated back behind the wheel.

I explained, “The garage I use is about four miles west and a mile south on County 356. You lead off. Watch for the turn. I’ll follow with my blinkers on in case someone comes along. Take it slow and easy and don’t tromp the gas. If she starts to act up again, pull over and we’ll figure out the next move. At the garage, we’ll drop off your keys and then I’ll take you home. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said, and smiled with returning confidence.

She turned the key. The engine ground for a second, then caught. Running a little rough at first, the big V-8 smoothed out. I patted Elena’s shoulder and motioned her to move out. As she switched on her lights and pulled onto the empty country road, I ran back to my truck and followed her, the caution blinkers clicking in the cockpit as we went. We arrived at Gus’s Garage without meeting another car. 

The place was deserted, which didn’t surprise me on a Saturday evening. Elena stopped in front of the service bays. I stopped alongside her.

“Bring her on around the back and park next to the building,” I shouted over the idling engines. Elena nodded, and moved ahead and around the side of the building. She parked in an open slot and I pulled up behind her, shutting off the engine and rummaging for an envelope and notepad as she rolled up the windows and put up the top.

I wrote a note saying what had happened and instructed Gus to flush the cooling system, replace the coolant hoses, install a new thermostat and bill the work to me. Finished locking up the Caddy, Elena walked to where I sat on the truck’s step in the light from the cab. She had already taken the car keys off her key ring. I held out the envelope to her and she dropped them in. I added the note and sealed it. When I closed the door, the only light was the starlight twinkling down on us. Elena was a lighter shade of dark in the stygian gloom to my unadjusted eyes.

“There’s a drop box in the back door,” I said. “I’ll just put these in and we can be on our way. You’ll probably get your car back on Tuesday.”

“I don’ like th’ dark,” she said. “Give me your hand, I’ll walk with you, okay?”

I reached out my hand. She took it and to my surprise reached it around her waist, her own arm wrapping around mine. So linked, we walked to the door.  As I bent and put the envelope in the drop, she lost her balance. I just managed to catch her before she fell, swinging her back onto her feet. We stood there for a second.

“You can let go of my tit now,” she said calmly, with just a hint of amusement.

I was glad the night hid my flaming face. I let go of her. She found my hand again and replaced it on her waist. We moved back to my pickup. I was thankful she couldn’t read my mind.

I guided her to the passenger side door. She opened the door, paused and looked at me in the light from the cab.

“Tell me something. When I started to fall an’ you caught me by th' booby, what was on your mind?”

Bill Cosby once described his mouth running away with him as feeling like being a miniature of himself, standing in his mouth and trying to catch the words before they passed his lips - and having every one slip through his fingers while his brain chanted, “Dumb, dumb, dumb, diddledee DUMB dumb dodo!” I had the same feeling as I heard my id tell Elena the truth without consulting my superego first.

“I was thinking that I wanted to spread you out right here, get your skirt out of the way and eat your pussy until you squealed like a pig, then take you to your place and fuck your brains out!”

Dumb, dumb, dumb, diddledee DUMB dumb dodo. My face, still red from my earlier gaffe, burned crimson.

Elena stood stock still. I was sure I’d mortally offended her.

Then she flowed into my arms and kissed me, her tongue dancing in my mouth.

“I think that’s a great idea,” she said softly. “Don’ let me stop you.”

She ground her mound against my leg like a bitch in heat as I crushed her in my arms. My hands worked their way through the thread skirt and found her small buttocks. Her nails dug into my back as I squeezed her cheeks and listened to her moan, asking for more. In a woman like this one, dormant passion lies close to the surface, ready to reignite when she feels the urge. I guessed that for whatever reason, Elena had decided her period of mourning was over.

I picked Elena up and set her on the edge of the bench seat. Flicking the strands of silk that made up her skirt out of my way, I moved in and found her cunt concealed beneath a pair of thong panties. She raised her ass so I could slide them off, revealing a clean-shaven pudenda with ‘orchid flower’ pussy lips that urge a man to get between them to find the delights waiting inside. She parted her thighs, inviting me into her parlor. I knelt on the truck step and started to perform cunnilingus on my willing, cooperative Asian.

Her scent was tangy, with a hint of spice I could not pin down. The juices that were beginning to ooze into her slit to ease the passage of a tongue or prick had almost no taste at all, something that suited me. I’ve gone down on more than one woman, and a major turn-off is discovering that your partner’s essential oils smell bad or taste nasty. It always calls her health, personal habits and bodily hygiene into question and is generally off-putting no matter how beautiful the woman is. No problems that way with Elena!

She lay back on the seat, one hand running slowly through my hair as I worked on her pretty pussy, nibbling at the lips and listening to her sigh with enjoyment at what I was doing to her. I moved my head up and down, ticking her clit with my nose and teasing her with my tongue. I slipped my index finger into her and twisted to lube it well. I moved it to her clitoral shaft and slowly drew it back and forth, adding a touch of fingernail as her hips started to flex and her sighs turned to soft whimpers of lust. My other hand pulled her cunt lips wider and I burrowed happily between them, seeking her pink inner core.

She gasped as my stiff tongue entered her, swift as a striking snake. I swirled it around as far as I could reach and bobbed my head in and out, penetrating as far as it would go. After a couple of minutes I replaced my tongue with two fingers and moved up to her love button, flicking it with my tongue tip, pleased to hear her moan as a result. My fingers worked in and out of her as I nibbled on the clitoral shaft like a kid eating a cracker. Elena’s hips rose, pressing her twat into my face and asking wordlessly for more. I could feel her clitoris swelling as her gasps became deep groans of pleasure and her pelvis started to buck. She was getting close.

I redoubled my efforts and was rewarded by a steady flow of love-syrup from her cunt, soaking my fingers and glazing her body at the apex of her divine triangle. I changed hands and tickled my way down to the brown rosebud of her anus. I listened to her steady moaning and felt her bucking speed up. Almost there now.

I slid a third finger into her pussy, and at the same time sucked her clitoris and pressed hard on Elena’s asshole, adding frottage to the other stimuli she was receiving. The response was instant and gratifying.

Elena screamed as she reached orgasm. Her thighs locked on my head and her hands clenched in my hair hard enough to hurt. Her hips rocked back and forth, unable to decide which felt better, my mouth on her clit, the fingers probing her cunt or my fingers on her asshole. A second, stronger climax zapped through her as I continued what I was doing. Her hands fell away from my head and her thighs relaxed as she went with the pleasure. I stood up, breathing as if I’d just run the 400 meter dash, well pleased with myself.

As Elena’s breathing slowed, I climbed into the cab and pulled her into a sitting position. We kissed langorously and I slipped a hand inside her top. Without breaking the kiss, she reached behind her and undid it, loosing her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, offering her hard, umber pebbles to me.

“Suckle my tits,” she begged.

I bent to them and took a nipple between my teeth, lashing it with my tongue and biting down just a little while I squeezed the other breast and rubbed my thumb over the rigid tit-tip.

“More!” she demanded. “Harder! Ohhh…harder! Please!”

I sucked the nipple and aureola all the way into my mouth and bit down with my back teeth while I pinched the other nipple and gave it a twist.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Like that! I like that! Harder! More! I’m close! Make me!”

I’d heard of women who could cum simply from breast play and nipple stimulation, but Elena was the first woman I’d ever met who actually could reach orgasm that way. I twisted her tits cruelly and ground my teeth sideways without pressing any harder; I was afraid I’d tear her nip right off.

“Y-E-E-S-S-S!” she cried as climax overtook her. 

I watched the sexual flush on her breasts fade as she gasped like a runner after a hard race and held her close, her head back, eyes closed, a satisfied smile creasing her -face. As her breathing slowed to normal, I reached past her and pulled the passenger door shut. I kissed her gently and she opened her eyes, looking at me for the first time with the eyes of a vibrant, sexual woman.

“Take your top off and slide next to me,” I suggested, “and the trip to your house won’t be wasted time.”

Her eyes lit up. Elena slipped out of the wrap top and dropped it onto the seat beyond her as I started the engine. Naked from the waist up, she snuggled under my right arm as I drove away from the garage and back to the crossroads that led toward Elena’s place. 

As we headed west again, I traced my fingers lightly from her shoulders down her arm and on to her right breast. She closed her eyes and moaned as I brushed them around her aureola and then under the breast, the tickling of my fingertips a gentle torture. She leaned into me and her left hand sought my pants. Undoing the belt, she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper before she worked her hand under the waistband of my boxers to find the stiff seven inches of my cock waiting for her. I cupped her tit and squeezed it gently as she rubbed my cockhead with her palm, smearing the pre-cum that had been oozing from it as I pleasured her over her hand and taking hold of my shaft, moving her hand up and down. Her other hand disappeared into her skirt. I couldn’t see it, but I had no doubt her fingers were deep in her cunt and her thumb was abusing her love button. Her eyes were half closed as she concentrated on the sensations we were giving each other.

We continued the foreplay and mutual masturbation all the way to her house. She lived on a large tract of rolling timber and grassland that once was a farm, in a rambling ranch house a long way from anywhere. I parked by the back door and trotted around to help her down. We kissed, her mouth hot and demanding under mine. I swept her off her feet, carrying her to the house, her exquisite body light in my arms, those perky breasts with their rock-hard nipples urging me to hurry. She directed me to the bedroom at the far end of a long hallway. I rubbed the lights on with my shoulder and kicked the door shut, setting her on her feet and reaching for the button that held up her skirt with eager fingers.

It fell away, leaving her naked in the light from her vanity table. I stripped as rapidly as I could. She climbed on the bed, kneeling, her ass elevated and her legs spread, two fingers opening her pussy lips so her cunt winked wetly at me. Looking over her shoulder, she watched me strip as quickly as I could, liberating my rigid cock from confinement, ready to give her what we both wanted.

“Mount me,” she whispered hoarsely. “Ride me, stud. Ride me hard! Oh God, it’s been so long…”

I approached her like a stallion about to service a mare in heat. Grabbing her by the hips, I positioned myself at the entrance to her dripping vagina. She didn’t wait for me to push into her. Elena thrust backward and eagerly impaled herself on my cock. She threw her head back and moaned ecstatically, eyes closed, savoring the feel of my ramrod shoving insistently into her, searching for her cervix.

Taking the cue from what she’d whispered, I didn’t attempt to be gentle with my little brood mare. I drove in and out of her roughly, setting a moderate fucking rhythm that I knew I could keep up forever if I had to. I shifted my grip from Elena’s hips to her waist, taking hold and squeezing hard with my hands. I had read somewhere that if you grabbed a woman just right at the waist and pressed hard, you could restrict the return of blood from the pelvis, thus forcing the vagina to engorge. After a minute, I heard a surprised groan from my lover and felt her pussy grab my shaft even harder, with increased resistance to my thrusts. Elena cried out, “Don’ stop! Whatever you’re doing, don’ stop! Cunny feels so tight… don’ stop!”


The Good Samaritan



It all started with a simple errand to get a little cash from a cash machine. I'm one of the old school who likes the real folding stuff instead of using a plastic card. The dark black sky didn't put me off, as I've always liked driving at night. The contrasting glitzy lights of the city always reminded me of my misspent youth. I have my favourite cash machine, easy parking at night and not far from a McDonalds who still make the best chocolate shakes in the world. It's a nice little ritual, grab a shake, some fries if I'm in the mood and then park outside the cash machine to savour my chilled shake. While I live close by, there's a reluctance to take them home which you will no doubt come to understand as you read on. 

Nothing was different about this night with the exception having to park a few slots back from the cash machine. My fries were quickly eaten as I sat listening to my favourite old time blues CD while sipping my shake and watching the world pass me by. A battered blue Chrysler pulled to the kerb in front of me and a lanky individual unfolded himself from the passenger seat onto the footpath. I guess it was his nervous searching of the landscape that really caught my attention, his eyes glancing over my old Toyota Corolla without registering my presence. He opened the rear door and helped a tall brunette from the Chrysler; with his hand on her arm she was escorted towards the cash machine. I then watched as the driver exited the car and nervously looked around before making his way to the couple.

My interest grew at the interaction of the three, and although I couldn't hear, I could see menacing intimidation on the men's faces and the fear of the brunette. Before my retirement I had been a supervisor of people and my ability of reading body language was second to none. I then caught a glimpse of a small handgun produced threateningly from under the passenger's jacket as the brunette searched urgently through her purse. As I reached for my cell phone and dialled 911, a card was found and slipped into the machine. With a pounding heart I watched as the cash was snatched roughly from the brunette and pocketed by the driver. I was reading the registration of the Chrysler to the police operator as the brunette was escorted roughly back to the rear seat. The police dispatcher asked twice about the handgun and then asked if I would follow the Chrysler while they called for assistance, and as I had nothing to go home for, I said yes. 

I was lucky that the Chrysler headed back into the busy part of town where my smoky Toyota could easily keep pace. I stayed one car back and provided updates to the dispatcher of my journey through various sets of traffic lights. A couple of minutes later they informed me that the Chrysler had been stolen earlier in the night. When I announced that I was on Charlton St heading across the intersection of West St, I was asked to turn on my hazard flashers, about the only thing on my battered Toyota that still worked. A blue police cruiser pulled from a driveway and quickly accelerated up behind me. The dispatcher asked me to pull over and allow it past, seconds later the night was disturbed by blue and red flashing lights. The Chrysler eased slowly to the kerb and the cruiser slipped in behind it, a second unseen cruiser shot past both cars and knifed into the kerb blocking any escape. I pulled in some way back as instructed.

What happened next was just like a movie. In an instant, four cops exited the cruisers and surrounded the Chrysler, a shot gun and a handgun presented at the front window of the Chrysler. The rear door opened and the brunette almost stumbled to the ground making her escape, she found refuge in the safety of the cruiser. One at a time, the occupants of the Chrysler were ordered out at gun point and ordered to lie face down on the footpath, then quickly cuffed and frisked. Two more cruisers arrived and a search of the Chrysler provided two handguns, a semi automatic rifle from the trunks plus other items of interest. One of the officers knelt on the kerb and spoke to the brunette for a few minutes and then looked towards me. Eventually, he left the brunette, made his way to my car and perched himself in the passenger seat, he smiled as he looked over at me.

"Sir, that was a good call." he said. "Reckon you saved that lady from rough time. She was coming out of the gym when they dragged her into their car. I don't think their intentions were honourable that's for sure, robbery for sure, probably sexual assault and who knows what else. We need you come down to the station and make a statement while it's all fresh in your mind."

It was after two in the morning when I finally got home and climbed alone into my single and lonely bed. 

Lynn and I have been married for close to forty years. It's a marriage that had long lost its spark and was more a cohabitation than a relationship. For me, it was a case of marrying the wrong girl, as for Lynn I don't think she cares about anything anymore. We married young, both in our teens. It was pregnancy rather than love that forced us down the isle; it was just the way things were done back then. If I'd known what was in store for me, I would've done a runner for sure. I guess the kids years were okay, but after they left home our relationship deteriorated. We had different interests and separate friends and we grew apart, to the extent we had our own bedrooms. As for sex, I had forgotten what it was all about. 

I retired at the age of sixty and my constant presence around the home did nothing for our relationship. Statistics suggested that life expectancy after retirement wasn't great, but I'd put in too many hard years to give up easily. Research also told me that I needed exercise; both brain stimulation and physical. It was the local gym that opened a whole new world for me. Membership for us oldies was inexpensive if we worked out Monday to Friday during work hours. There I met retired people like myself, my new found friends graciously accepting me into their fold. We worked out during the week, and in the weekends when we were banned from the gym, I was introduced to biking and canoeing. I soon had a new lease of life, my fitness and agility improved. My attitude to life changed and I took more care of my appearance.

My good wife Lynn treated my new regime with the utmost contempt and scorn. The more focused I became, the more ridicule came my way. I think she was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to die off quickly and leave her everything. She spent most of her time sprawled over the sofa stuffing herself with coffee and chocolate while watching TV. Her appearance, which had never been great, gradually deteriorated to the point where I could not help but scorn her. I guess by now you get the picture of our tranquil life together. 

It was about three days after the rescue of the brunette from the Chrysler that I answered a knock at my front door early one afternoon. I was taken by surprise by the attractiveness of the young woman who stood before me. She smiled at my surprise.

"Hi, I'm Holly."

I frowned, was I missing something here I thought to myself?

"You know, I was the girl that got rescued from the car the other night."

It suddenly dawned on me who she was. I'd not got a good look at her back then as the police kept us separated to ensure our stories didn't get contaminated.

"Sorry." I replied. "I didn't recognise you." 

She smiled, "Its okay. I came to thank you for what you did. If wasn't for you, I don't want to think about what might have happened."

It was only polite to invite Holly inside and direct her into the lounge. My wife Lynn was surprised to find herself introduced to an attractive well dressed woman. But she was also embarrassed being caught in her dressing gown and looking like the back end of a cart horse. I of course found it somewhat amusing. When Holly suggested that I'd saved her life and was here to thank me, my less than lovely wife turned to her and suggested that she was pleased that I'd saved her life, because I'd certainly fucked up hers. With that, she turned back to the TV and turned up the volume. The look on Holly's face was not pleasant, but it matched mine for sure. I beckoned my visitor back towards the front door and out into the sun.

"I'm sorry about that." I said. "It was uncalled for."

"Geez, she must be fun to live with." she muttered.

I laughed, for it was all the answer she needed. She smiled and nodded knowingly.

Over the next few minutes, Holly told me how she taken by gun point as she was getting into her car door in the gym car park. They wanted money and sex, and if she wanted to live she was to give up both with out a fight. There were tears in Holly's eyes as she told me that she thought she was going to die that night. She couldn't believe it when the police pulled them over and she managed to get away. The police told her about me recognising what was taking place outside the cash machine and ringing 911, and then following until they managed to locate the car and pull it over. 

Her thanking me was kind of embarrassing; I shrugged my shoulders and suggested it was nothing, and that I kind of enjoyed the excitement of it all. Our conversation turned to the gym and we talked a little about what we were into. Her face came alive as her mind shifted from her recent ordeal. 

Even without make up, Holly was stunningly attractive. Her long hair was pulled back into a pony tail leaving her face plain for all to see. Her skin was flawless, her eyes large and hazel in colour. Her lips were full and sensuous, her teeth perfect and pearly white. She was dressed casually, a white tee shirt stretched tight over a formidable bust, a pair of tight faded jeans below. I desperately wanted to take in the gentle curves of her thighs as we chatted, but her eyes firmly held mine. I lost track of time as we talked, but I cared not as I wanted this conversation to last forever. Opportunities like this were few and far between for an old man like myself. 

Eventually, Holly looked at her wrist watch and frowned, "Sorry, but I need to be somewhere."

"That's okay, thanks for coming by." I said.

She looked at me with her big eyes, "Hey, I'm the one doing all the thanking around here."

I smiled, "You're most welcome. Anyone else would've done the same thing."

Holly frowned, "I'm not so sure about that. I reckon I was lucky you were there that night. You let me know if there's anything I can do for you."

I looked back at the house and then back at Holly, "I don't suppose you could take my wife with you could you?"

A sly smirk appeared on her face, "I don't think so."

We both laughed and made ready to say our goodbyes; Holly looked strangely at me for a few seconds and asked me to wait while she got something from her car. She returned and handed me a business card. On the back she had scribbled an address in blue ink.

"Come see me tonight at this address. Around eight will be fine but ring me if you can't make it." She grinned at my confusion, "Its okay; just a little thank you idea. Sorry, but I really do have to go."

A few seconds later, Holly had climbed into a red sports car and driven away. I looked down at the card she had given to me; the flip side of the hand written address was blue. The name Holly Bailey, Entertainment Consultant and a phone number was embossed in black writing. I slipped it into my pocket and might have forgotten about it if it hadn't been for my good wife. My return to the house brought me both abuse and ridicule and set up one of the bitterest altercations of our unhappy marriage. It left me unsettled and angry into the early evening, which is when I found Holly's card. Her invitation got me wondering, and needing an excuse to leave the house, I showered, dressed and after consulting a road map headed for her address.

Holly's address was a second floor apartment in a nice part of town. Her smiling face opened the door and I was invited to enter. The apartment was surprisingly small; more of a bed sit really, as far I could see it consisted of a small kitchen and lounge with a bedroom. Holly pointed to the small two seater couch and asked if I wanted a beer, a few seconds later I was in possession of a chilled Budweiser. Holly sat down on a chair opposite me a glass with of wine and grinned. 

"I suppose you want to know why I invited you here?" she asked after awhile.

I took a sip of my beer and nodded.

"How broad minded are you, do you know what a call girl is?" Holly asked.

"Sure." 

She laughed at my surprise, "That's what I am. Men pay me lots of money to go to bed with them, sometimes couples but mainly men."

I suddenly looked at Holly in a different light. It seemed almost impossible that this stunning and innocent looking young lady could be a call girl. I allowed my eyes to roam over her, her dark hair was now free from the pony tail she wore earlier in the day and sat nicely at her shoulders. Her yellow top was conservative but showed off the shape of her bust nicely. Below was a dark skirt that sat just above her knees, toned calves fell to slim ankles and black heeled shoes. I was embarrassed when my eyes finally rose to meet hers, for I always thought it was impolite stare. 

Holly noticed my embarrassment, "Its okay; I like men looking at me?"

"Well that's all I can do, I sure haven't got enough money to do anything else." I replied with some humour.

"You don't need money; I'm going to give you a freebie for helping me out the other night." 

Holly's offer embarrassed me further and I shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, "You don't have to; I didn't really do much."

She leaned forward towards me, "The more I think about it, the more I've come to realise how lucky I was that you were there for me. Those guys had already robbed me and there was worse to come. They made it clear that if I wanted to live I was going to have to give them a good time, and who knows what would've happened after that. If it wasn't for you making that call I probably wouldn't be sitting here tonight. So, yes I do owe you, and I want to reward you."

I couldn't think of anything to say. 

"When was the last time you got laid?" she asked.

"Not for years." I answered honestly.

"Years." she replied incredulously. "Like how many years?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Dunno, maybe eight or ten."

Holly laughed loudly, "You have to be joking; no male can go for that long with out it."

"You've seen my wife, would you like to do it with her."

She shook her head, "Never in a million years. What about other women, surely you would've chased a little bit of skirt here and there."

I shook my head, "Nope, my wife is the only woman I've had sex with." 

"You're unbelievable." Holly stated. "I don't mean to be rude, but you need a medal for staying with her. I mean, no man needs to be treated like you were today."

I laughed, "Today was one of her good days I can assure you. She's usually a lot worse than that."

"So what do you do for sex?"

How do you confess to an attractive woman that your sex life consists of masturbation while looking at adult internet sites. I looked down at the floor to avoid answering.

Holly looked at me with big sad eyes and smiled, "Well then, tonight's going to be a night to remember."

"You don't have to, it's okay."

"Don't you want to go to bed with me?" she asked.

"Well, yes, but........."

"Hey, there's no need to be bashful." Holly offered. "I really like sex, you're a nice looking guy, and in good shape for your age. Don't worry, I'll enjoy myself too. But you don't have to if you don't want to; I'm not going to force you. Anyway, you'll be like a virgin and I haven't had one of those for a long time. So what do you reckon, you up for a good time?"

Now, most married men would feel maybe an ounce of guilt about having sex with a woman other than their wife. But I felt none, not an inkling of guilt. For the first time in years I felt myself harden with anticipation at the thought of touching a woman. I looked down at my trousers and the growing bulge beneath. 

"See, it still works." I joked.

Holly laughed and got to her feet, taking me by the hand she guided me to a standing position and cuddled into me. Even though she was shorter than I, we fitted together rather nicely. Her perfume was lovely, and her hair smelt of apple shampoo. It was nice just to hold someone, and I bravely allowed my hands to lightly caress her back. Her lips nuzzled my neck and I moved to kiss her but she pulled away.

"Sorry." she whispered. "I don't like kissing."

Holly's comment surprised me, and it briefly killed my moment of passion. She noticed and distracted me by asking if I wanted to take her clothes off. 

She smiled and leaned away to give me room to work. When I hesitated, she placed my hands on her breasts and leaned into me. I couldn't believe this was happening as my hands cupped her mounds, her nipples quickly hardened as her breathing deepened. She lifted the bottom of her top into my hands and raised her arms so it could be removed. A dark blue bra encased her surprisingly large breasts, her nipples protruding through the flimsy lace. 

"The catch is at the front." she whispered. 

My fingers fumbled for the catch, and after a few seconds of frantic fumbling I managed to undo it. Her substantial breasts burst free into my hands as she discarded the bra to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful and pert; I tested their weight in my hands taking in the neat tan line across the top. Her nipples were large and dark, and Holly sighed as I rubbed my thumbs gently across them. Her hand slipped down to the front of my trousers, her fingers rubbing across the front for a few seconds before taking my swiftly hardening shaft in her hand and squeezing it. It felt strange someone else touching me, and I savoured the moment of pleasure that someone actually wanted to touch me. She eased my face to her nipples and I kissed them in turn before sucking them at length.

"Ohhhh, that's nice." she whispered. "I like that."

She lifted my hand to her skirt encouraged me to caress her thighs.

"Put your hand under and feel me up." she whispered as her hand again found the front of my trousers. 

Her legs parted slightly as my hand slipped under her skirt and between her thighs, I could feel her warmth before my fingers found her panties. It was complicated, my mouth working her nipples while my fingers explored between her thighs, her hand continuing to tease my erection through my trousers. She reached for the zip on her skirt and slid it down; it quickly fell unceremoniously to the floor. Her panties matched her bra now discarded on the floor a few feet away. I reached for thighs again and stroked the outside of her panties.

"Don't be shy, put your hand inside." she urged.

Holly eased the front of her panties away as my hand slipped downwards through a mass of curls and into her wetness. A shiver flicked through her body as my finger sneaked into her opening, she held on to me as her legs nearly gave way. 

"Ohhhhhh, that's nice." she whispered. "Put another finger in and go deep."

I obliged slipped another finger into her warm wet opening, and for the next half minute or so, she gyrated on my hand while hanging desperately onto me for support. Then she eased my fingers from inside her and grinned up at me.

"Mmmmm, you've really got me going now." she said sliding to her knees.

Her nimble fingers found my belt buckle and released it, the zip was undone and my trousers hit the floor. My boxers followed leaving my erect cock swinging in the air. Holly took me in hand and stroked the shaft. 

"Mmm, what a nice cock, big and hard." she offered placing a kiss on the head.




The Good Samaritan



"You don't have to do that." I said nervously.

She looked up at me with her big eyes, "Haven't you ever had a blow job?"

I shook my head, Holly grinned and placed her tongue right on the end and flicked it over the eye causing me to squirm.

She laughed, "Boy, am I gonna show you a thing or two."

For the first time in my life, I felt the pleasure of a woman's lips on my cock. I heard myself sigh as Holly's tongue explored the glands beneath the head, the sucking sensation of her mouth as it tantalised the head. She then withdrew her mouth and looked up at me. 

"How about this?" she whispered as her mouth pushed forward taking nearly the whole length of my shaft and then slowly easing backwards.

Several times she repeated this act; then settled back so that the head was just inside her mouth. With her hand stroking my shaft and her tongue tormenting the head, she settled into a nice little tempo, it felt so incredibly good and I just loved it. Looking down at Holly's bobbing head, I realised how lacking my sex life had been. The pleasure that this beautiful girl was giving me willingly and unselfishly was incredible. I wanted more of this, a lot more. For several minutes Holly worked my cock with kisses and licks mixed in with a lot of sucking and stroking. Then she stopped and gazed up at me.

"How was that?" she asked.

I laughed, "Fucking fantastic."

Holly tilted her head sideways as if deep in thought, "Why are my panties still on?"

She got to her feet and then ordered me to my knees. In front of me were a lovely pair of legs, slim round thighs and a perfect triangle of blue panties. My eyes savoured the slight gap between her thighs caused by the elastic, and I leaned forwards and ran my tongue into it as best I could. I reached for the sides of her panties and eased them downwards, the crotch wanted to stay put until I stretched the sides enough that it finally gave way. Holly stepped out of her shoes; and her panties as soon as they hit the floor; then moved forward until my nose was buried in her curls. I leaned back to get a better look, her dark curls hade been trimmed neatly into a narrow strip which ended just above her lips. Her hand playfully pulled my face back into her curls.

"Don't suppose you've eaten pussy before either?" she asked.

I shook my head in reply; for it was just another thing that was taboo in my marriage.

"You've got a lot to learn, that's for sure." she said moving to the couch and sitting down.

Holly spread her thighs wide and beckoned me closer with her finger. Her pussy was like a lovely piece of art. The strip of dark curls ending just above her now gapping wet lips. Those shaven lips were full and perfectly shaped, a little pinker than her navel and thighs. Her clitoris was just visible and her elongated opening glistening with arousal. With my face just inches away from her pussy, she looked down at me sternly.

"Just a few instructions. Be gentle, lots of licking, especially here." she said parting her lips fully and pointing to her now pronounced clitoris. "But no biting, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, Holly pulled my face roughly into her pussy and pushed it around and around. My cheeks slipped perfectly between her full lips, the warmth and wetness surprising me. My tongue began exploring Holly's slit for her clitoris and she squirmed when I found it; then whimpered as I began to flick my tongue over it.

"Suck it into your mouth and then tongue it." she urged.

For a few minutes I experimented and perfected my clitoral skills under Holly's encouragement.

"Okay, now put two fingers inside and move them in and out." she whispered.

My face was soon a sopping mess, but Holly cared not as her pussy gyrated against me until a series of little shudders flowed through her body; and then with a long sigh, she settled back on the couch and began to relax. 

"You did well." she muttered. "Made me cum."

I ran my tongue up and down the insides of her thighs and flicked it playfully over her pussy as I changed sides. Holly just grinned.

"Okay, sixty-nine time." she suggested patting the couch beside her. "Lie down here."

I spread myself longwise over the couch and watched as Holly carefully slid her body over mine taking care not to hit me with her knee. I watched in fascination as her glistening pussy lips dropped with accurate precision onto my face. My nose dissected her lips and Holly pushed back and forth until my nose found her opening leaving my tongue right on her clitoris. As I began to suckle on her clitoris, Holly pushed down and rotated her pussy on my face before leaning forward and taking my cock deep into her mouth. My hands gently caressed the smooth silky skin of her thighs and buttocks and I marvelled at her soft voluptuous curves. Again my face became a sopping mess as her juices oozed freely from her opening. A flicker of emotion flowed through my body as I realised how much loving I had missed out on in my long life. How many adventurous girls could I've done this to; and how many women could I have pleasured? Or maybe just one woman who would've loved me as much as I loved her. I nuzzled hard into Holly's pussy causing her to moan, and she returned the favour by pushing her tongue into the eye of my cock causing me to squirm. Then she rolled from me onto the carpeted floor and smiled up at me.

"Okay, fuck time." she suggested in a comical voice.

Holly positioned herself on the couch in a sitting position, with her thighs wide she invited me to kneel between them. 

"Usually this is with a condom, but under the circumstances we might give it a miss, if it's alright with you."

Without waiting for an answer, she took me in hand and guided my eager cock towards her glistening lips.

"You can see real good from this position." she stated. "We'll do it like this and then go into the bedroom where it's more comfortable."

I indeed had a good view of my cock sliding between her lips for the first time. I watched with some fascination as her lovely pink lips bulged outwards as the head of my cock slipped between them. With little strokes, I savoured the tightness of her pussy as I inched my way inside her until I could go no further. It was deliciously warm and wet and Holly accepted my endeavours with little whimpers of pleasure.

"Long and slow." Holly urged. "Mmmmm, that's it, just like that."

She lifted her ankles and placed them on my shoulders, the angle giving me better penetration and viewing of proceedings. I watched attentively as her slippery inner lips slid back and forth as they gripped my shaft.

"Now you see why I go to the gym, it keeps me supple so I can put my legs up there." she suggested.

Holly's fingers slipped down to her clitoris and began to rub it in a rotating motion. Her eyes closed and I could feel the little tremors flow through her body.

"Having a good time?" I asked cheekily.

She smiled, "Mmmm, a great time. You're pretty fucking good at this."

For the next few minutes I continued my assault with long slow strokes as she requested. I toyed with her erect nipples and caressed her fine body as she whispered words of encouragement. Then she suggested the bedroom.

I followed Holly into the next room and waited as she pulled back the covers and spread two large towels across the bottom sheet. She mounted the edge of the bed on all fours and pulled two pillows back under her chest. I needed no instructions and quickly moved behind her. All those hours watching adult videos had not been lost on me. Holly lowered her buttocks to the required height and reached impatiently between her parted thighs for my cock. She cried out as I slipped right to the hilt with one simple push. 

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck that feels good." she uttered. "I just love it like this; do it fast."

With my feet firmly on the floor and my hands on Holly's lovely buttocks for guidance, I began to pummel into her with hard strokes, and she met my every thrust vigorously. The angle of her pussy seemed to provide additional tightness and my pleasure heightened as I worked diligently inside her. Our bodies were soon smacking noisily together and Holly's little cries added to the noise of our copulation. Eventually she pulled away. "I'm getting dry, there's lube in the drawer over there." she uttered.

The drawer held a stash of condoms and a bottle of clear lube. I retrieved the lube and returned to Holly's upright buttocks. Squeezing some onto my fingers I gently opened her lips and applied it around her opening. She pulled away a little. 

"Owww, its cold." she complained.

I smiled and applied a little to my cock and then slid straight back into heaven. Again fast and hard was requested, and I pummelled Holly until her buttocks were red from the constant impacting of our bodies. Then, without warning she rolled away from me and onto her back. She grinned up at me and let her eyes drop to my erect cock, then reached out for it and gave it a playful squeeze.

I was ordered onto my back and quickly mounted; my cock was slowly swallowed until she was sitting firmly upon me. I could feel my cock make contact with her cervix when she pushed downwards. Holly leaned forwards and dangled her fine pert breasts over my face; we then played a little game of me trying to catch them with my mouth. It was a very nice game. Holly then began to ride me, her lips nuzzling my neck and nipples which I particularly enjoyed. Then she sat up and looked own at me.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" she asked tracing her hands over my chest and tweaking my nipples.

"Sixty two."

"I tell you what, for sixty two you're doing alright. I see guys half your age that haven't got your physique or stamina." she offered. "And you've got a nice cock too." she added while rotating her buttocks on my cock and then pushing down hard. "And you reckon you haven't had sex for years." 

"It's the absolute truth." I replied.

She laughed, "Having a good time?"

I looked up at her, "I reckon this is the best day of my life, so long as you're having a good time too."

Holly lowered her face to mine and gave me peck on the lips and I then surprisingly felt her warm tongue slip into my mouth. We kissed quite passionately for some time and then she raised her face a little and gazed into my eyes.

"You're a very nice man, and yes I'm having a good time too."

Before I could reply, Holly rolled from me and opened her legs wide in invitation. I manoeuvred myself over her; she guided my cock back inside her. Her legs gripped me tightly as I rode her for what seemed an eternity. Her fingers eventually slipped between our bodies and found her clitoris. I raised myself onto my elbows to give her room to work. She rolled her pussy back against my cock with precision and not once did I slip from her special place.

I looked down at her face and admired her stunning looks. Her brow and cheeks were aglow with exertion, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted with her perfect teeth just showing. Faint freckles I hadn't noticed before were sprinkled either side of her none. She certainly was a beautiful woman. Her eyes opened and gazed up at me.

"What?" 

"Just admiring your beauty."

Holly smiled and closed her eyes. Seconds later, her finger movements on her clitoris became more frantic, she raised her wide spread thighs a little and began to thrust back harder on my cock. Her breathing became deeper and then she let out a large sigh as a series of little tremors flowed through her body. Her left leg swung around my back pulling me tighter inside her and holding me tight. Holly whimpered in my ear and ground her pussy against me for a few seconds and then began to relax. I eventually became conscious of my weight upon her and lifted myself from her sweaty body. We both laughed as her pussy rewarded me with a loud slurp as my cock dropped from her. Her finger returned to her clitoris and lovingly rubbed it, with her thighs spread wide I watched with interest as she continued to pleasure herself. Her other hand slipped over my still erect shaft and gave it a squeeze.

"Mmmmm, we'll have to do something about that." she muttered.

Holly eventually stirred and rolled from the bed. She headed for the bathroom and I could soon hear the water running. Her body moved gracefully back into the bed, her free swinging breasts causing me to grin. She chuckled and threw a warm face cloth over my face for my cheek. Spreading my legs, she climbed between them and made herself comfortable. My cock was then wiped clean and then Holly placed her mouth over the head. 

At first it was just a tantalising tease, little kisses and licks mingled with some sucking. I placed a pillow under my head so I could get a better view. She caught me watching and gave me a little wink. After a short time Holly began to settle into a nice rhythm. Her technique was exquisite; her hand swiftly stroking my shaft as her warm mouth and tongue lovingly worked me. As I've got older, I confess my orgasms have been slower in their arrivals, but Holly's expertise brought me rapidly to the brink. Recognising I was about to explode, Holly removed her face from the firing line just in time. Her hand continued to pump me as cum flowed freely over her swiftly moving hand. Without missing a beat she reached with her free hand and picked up the face cloth. As my orgasm died, Holly continued to stroke me while wiping the head and upper shaft clean. She winked and then lowered her mouth over my cock, the next minute was spent gently sucking and caressing me, and driving me insanely mad with the most exquisite pleasure I'd ever encountered. She ended by stretching out my shrinking cock as far as she could and swinging it playfully in the air.

"So, how was that?" she asked climbing up the bed and lying next to me.

I laughed, "Fucking amazing, I've never had sex like that before."

"If you're not getting that at home, you need to ditch that wife of yours." Holly replied most quite sincerely. "Every good husband deserves great sex, plus it keeps them from straying. Those that don't get it, end up getting it from people like me and paying five hundred bucks for the privilege."

"Five hundred?" I gasped.

Holly grinned smugly over at me, "What you just got was eight hundred bucks worth. Plus there was no condom which would be worth another couple of hundred, not that I would ever do a paying customer without one. But that's the going price at this end of the market. So you should count yourself lucky."

We chatted for a few minutes before Holly led me to the shower; she climbed in with me and soaped me up. Ten minutes later, I was dressed and standing by the door.

"I don't know what to say." I said self consciously. "I've never had a night like this before."

Holly now dressed in a cream robe smiled at me, "Tell you what. I reckon there's one more for freebie for what you did the other night. So you come same time next week, and I'll give you another turn."

"You don't have to." I replied.

Holly stepped to me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, "Its okay, I kind of want to. You're a nice man and I want to give you a good time. And don't worry; I had a good time tonight too. For an old guy, you're a pretty good lay."

I was on a high while driving home, playing each little segment with Holly back in my mind. The image of her fabulous nude body, and the way she used her nimble body to provide such pleasure as I've never experienced before, eventually it gave me another erection which I stroked lustfully through my trousers as I drove.. My high however dissipated seconds after walking into my lounge. My good wife Lynn was sprawled over the couch watching TV, five empty beer cans and a chocolate biscuit packet lay discarded beside her on the untidy floor.

"And where have you been?" she asked sarcastically as I sat down.

I took a few seconds to register my disgust, the un-kept hair; the rolls of flab under her drab clothing. She was becoming worse by the day.

"Well, you know that pretty lady that was here earlier; well I've just been to her apartment if you must know. Spent most of the night getting my dick sucked and getting well fucked, she even let me cum in her mouth." I said.

My wife looked over at me with pure and utter contempt, "You silly sick old fucker. Who the fuck would want to do it with a sad old prick like you?" 

We stared at loathingly at each other. 

"I want a divorce." I said with conviction. "I want you out of my life."

There were two things I'll remember about this day, the first was my romp with Holly; the second was the look of astonishment and then fear on my wife's face. I don't know which gave me more pleasure.

Over the following eighteen months, my life changed in the best possible way. The first thing I did was take leave of my wife and house and moved into a small rental property I owned for many years. I was happy with my own company and spent many months in complete bliss. Then Annie came into my life. I'd first met Annie at the gym long before I'd left my good wife. She was a fifty seven year old attractive and petite brunette whom I'd always got on well with. Annie's husband had passed away a few years back and she joined the gym for fitness and a little company. Our friendship blossomed when she found out I was now single and available to her charms, and I was frequently invited around for home cooked meals and to watch a movie or two. Annie brought even more happiness to my life, she was loving and attentive. She was intelligent, but more than that she was funny. I laughed more in our early months together than I had in all my years of marriage. There wasn't one bad bone in Annie's body.

Then one night Annie led me to her bed and made passionate and energetic love to me. A few short months later she suggested that life was short and we should take every opportunity to be together, which we could achieve if I moved in with her. From that moment onwards, I was treated like a king. Annie just loved having someone in her life again, and I in turn loved her to bits. Every morning she would make us a hot drink and then climb into bed for what she called a cuddle. For a fifty seven year old, this little lady could sure fuck, and often. She liked nothing better than to sit astride me and ride my ready erection, the lustful smile never leaving her pretty face. I could tell you a lot more about little Annie and her naughty antics, but then maybe some things should remain a secret.



The Good Samaritan



I stepped out of the office and tightened my jacket collar around my neck, trying to keep the rain out. My commute home most days isn't that bad, but the rain always makes it slow and miserable. I pull out of the parking lot, and begin crawling my way back home. I'm pretty much miserable as I flip back and forth between stations trying to keep up on traffic reports, while trying to get the heat high enough to dry me off, without fogging up the windows.

I'm just starting to get the point where I'll be out of the city and things will open up, when I see it. Brake lights. Lots and lots of brake lights.

"Aw, dammit. Come on," I mutter as I turn off the radio. I can see up ahead a vehicle is pulled over partly on the shoulder, but partially blocking my lane. I see a woman bundled up against the rain standing behind the car on her cell phone. I'm just about to go around her, when I figure, what the hell, here's someone who's probably more miserable than me.

I put on my flashers, and pull over to the shoulder. I can see the woman looking at me as I pull up. She must have hung up her cell phone, because she's just staring at me as I get out. 

I open my door, and zip my jacket back up. I step out in the steady rain, and I look at the woman, "Excuse me, Miss?"

She looks very imperiously at me, "Yes?"

I step closer, not sure I'm liking her attitude, when I step closer and get a good look at her under her hat. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Her mocha colored skin highlighted by the light around us. Her make-up is done to perfection. The rich colors highlighting her cheekbones, while the red glistens on her lips like fresh blood. The sharp angles around her eyes, making her look even more exotic. But the real draw is in here eyes themselves. They seem to have a fire deep inside them, and they pull me in and begin to burn me. I'm so captivated by her regal beauty that I've momentarily lost the ability to speak.

She breaks the spell, "Yes?" sounding angry. The fire seems to burn brighter.

"I'm sorry, I just... I mean, I was... Are you okay? Do you need some help?" I finally manage to sputter out.

She glares for a moment longer, making me wonder what I've done, but then she smiles, almost like a predator stalking her prey. "Yes, my car stopped running and I need to be somewhere very soon." She paused then added, "And someone who should be coming to help me, can't." Suddenly, I understood the source of her irritation. I'm just glad it wasn't me.

"Do you want me to take a look? I'm not much of a mechanic, but I might be able to do something." I'm not sure why I was asking permission, but something about her made me realize this was a woman very used to getting her way.

"Please do," she gestured around to the front of the car.

I reached in and popped the hood, she followed me around. As I opened it up and looked inside, I noticed the clicking of her heels on the wet ground. So I stole a glance. She was wearing a long heavy trench coat, topped by a rather broad brimmed hat. The style made her look like Mata Hari, or some other femme fatale from a noir movie. Normally, I might have found it kind of silly, but she managed it with grace and style. Since the coat was long, I could only see the very bottoms, but they were definitely very high heels, 4 or 5" at least. Looked like a leather boot, too. Shame she was wearing the coat, because I couldn't really see, so I tried to focus on the job at hand.

"Well, I see the problem. The hose came off from your air filter." I said knowingly. I was trying to sound like a big shot, but it was really pretty obvious, even an amateur mechanic would notice the hose sitting loose in the middle of the engine.

"Is that a big problem?" she asked.

"Not really, it'll reattach pretty easily," I said, demonstrating by holding the hose back in place. "The problem is, there's a clamp that holds this in place, and it looks like yours broke."

"So, can you fix it?" she asked, as though addressing a 5 year old.

"Yes, Ma'am. I believe so, but I'll have to make something to hold this hose in place. I've got some electrical tape, but once that heats up it'll come right off."

"What could you use?"

"Something small and thin would be ideal, like a coat hanger."

"I can do that," she said striding purposefully to the back of the car. She reached in, opened a small suitcase and pulled out a wire hangar. "Like this?"

"Perfect," I said, running over to fetch it from her. "I'll just grab my tape and we'll have you out of here in a jiffy."

As I ran over to the car, she pulled out her cell phone and made another call. I ran back over and got to work putting the hose back on. She walked around the front of the car a moment later.

"So, this will work?" she asked matter of factly.

"Yes, Ma'am. It'll hold for a while. You don't have to go too far do you?"

"A little ways, but once I'm done, I'll be able to get to my mechanic."

"That's good, Ma'am. This is just a jury rig, and won't hold for too long."

"Why do you keep calling me, Ma'am?"

"Sorry, I was in the military for a long time, just sort of a habit now."

"Don't apologize, I like it. It shows a proper... respect," she seemed to purr with the word respect.

"Well, I think a man should always be respectful to a lady," I was trying to not get too worked up. It didn't seem like she was flirting, so much as she was toying with me, like a cat with a mouse.

"That's very good, I believe the same. It's so nice to meet a helpful and obedient, man, most men can be... piggish," she stepped closer to me.

I finished up and leaned up, swallowing I said, "All done, Ma'am."

"Excellent. Should I give it a go?" she was right in front of me, I realized that with her heels she was several inches taller than me. Somehow that mouse and cat analogy seemed more apt.

"I... I'm sorry?"

"Should I try the car?" she purred again.

"Yes, Ma'am. That would be great," I breathed heavily.

She stepped in carefully and fired up the car. The engine roared with the hood open, but my improvised clamp seemed to be holding.

She stepped back out of the car, and around front. She peered under the hood with me. "So, what's the verdict?"

"Everything looks great, Ma'am. Should run fine for a while."

"Thank you, so very much, honey. You have no idea what a life saver you are."

"I assure you, its been my honor," I said quite truthfully.

She eyed me, "It's a shame I can't give you a reward, but I do need to get going."

"Oh no, Ma'am, that's fine..." I trailed off

She seemed to sense the 'but...' in my statement.

"Yes? Was there something else?"

"May I ask you a question?" I looked down, feeling the heat surge to my face, as I blushed beet red.

"You may."

"May I see your boots? They look to be as beautiful as you are."

"My boots, eh? Do you have a thing for boots?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I do," I blushed deeper, if that was possible. Here I was admitting a deep secret to a woman I'd only just met.

"My, my..." she put one long fingernail under my chin and raised my head up. Her gaze seemed to bore into me. "I'll tell you what, you've been such a help, I'll let you see the whole package." 

With that, she undid her long coat and opened it up. My heart almost shot out of my chest. She was wearing a skintight catsuit and thigh high boots. She looked like a vision. She was the picture perfect of a dominant woman. She smiled wickedly at me, and my heart beat faster. My breath was coming in gasps. "Oh my," was all I could get out.

She stepped in closer to me, her finger lifted my chin again as she gazed into me once more. "I'm guessing this is a good reward?" She smiled evilly.

"Yes, Ma'am. Its...perfect. You're perfect. You're... like a goddess." I stuttered.

"Goddess, I like that. Though I usually prefer Mistress," she smiled seductively.

"Are you a... Dominatrix?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, you said Mistress... and the outfit, and you... you're... and..."

She smiled, the cat readying to go for the kill. She leaned in closer, her lips inches from mine. "Do you like Dommes?"

I could only nod.

"Then prove it to me. Kiss my toes."

In a moment, I was on my knees on the wet road, putting my lips to the toes of her boots. I looked up and she laughed imperiously at me. "Arise," she commanded. 

I stood. She licked her lips. "I so wish I had time to play with you, but I really do have to go, so..." She pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and put it in my lips. "You are going to call that number tonight, after 10pm. We'll discuss your situation then. Oh and slave boy," she pointed to the obvious bulge in my slacks. "No playing with that until you talk to me later. It that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said dutifully. She kissed me lightly on the nose. In a flash, she was in her car and I stepped aside to let her pull out into traffic. I shuffled back to my car in something of a daze, unsure what I'd gotten myself into.



The Good Samaritan



This had to be one of those days when you just know that nothing is going to go right. It was a hot and humid day. Sooner or later it was going to rain. I knew it was supposed to rain later during late afternoon or early evening, but I chose to be economically inclined anyway and ride the bus to work. Parking was a bitch. I don't mind catching the bus unless I'm running late because for one, it cost more to park, and second you'd almost have to leave early in order to find a good parking spot. At least I had the good sense to bring an umbrella along for the ride. I was anticipating being home before it starts raining anyway.

As luck would have it I ended having to work overtime at the last minute to prepare for a presentation due tomorrow afternoon. As tired as I was I wasn't too concern about rushing home anyway because I knew by the time I finally leave rush hour would be over and the bus ride home won't be as long.

Finally being done, I'll say around eight-thirtyish. It started to drizzle. Well, what did I expect? Yeah at first I was pissed because I really didn't want to be caught in the rain.

As I walked out the door of the lobby my bus passed me by. Great timing, now it'll be another forty-five minutes before the next one comes! Instead of waiting I decided to walk to the next bus stop because it has a bench to sit down on. I carelessly strolled my ass down the way contemplating on whether or not I should stop by Bruegger's Bagels and get a blueberry bagel to ease my hunger pain.

The wind was starting to pick up some and so was the drizzle. I was actually being pushed a little by the wind. My skirt was beginning to fly up so I had to grab it real quick before God knows who got a good view of my ass. While standing in front of the bagel shop a gust of air blew papers my way. I look to my left, didn't see anyone. Looked to my right, didn't see anyone.

"Thunk!" I was slammed against the windowpane from behind.

I felt a hard body on my back and I knew it was a male only because of the smell of his cologne. Being temporarily surprised, it took me a few seconds to get my bearing back. I started to back my ass back against him to get him off of me. I felt his crotch harden. It didn't help any because he just pushed my ass more into him.

I felt one of his hands fondle me up front.

"Don't move!" he muttered against my right ear.

After he said that, I noticed him holding some papers where he was groping me trying to get a grip before the papers slide down.

After waiting for the wind to die down some, He finally let go and started to assemble the rest of his shit that blew out of his hand. I just stood there looking like a mannequin before I eventually begin to help him.

No sooner than we got everything back in place the wind picked up and the sprinkle became more like raindrops. The trash on the ground had started to spin and dance around in cyclones here and there. My hair was blowing all over the place and his jacket was flapping like a crisp sheet hung out to dry on a clothesline.

"Shit!" I yelped when I felt the chilly wind and rain on my ass.

My skirt flew up! I saw his head turn and I already knew the direction of his gaze.

While trying to hold down my skirt my umbrella decided to act an ass and blow open. So now here I am trying to fight between holding down my skirt and trying to keep the stupid umbrella from pulling away. Seeing how I couldn't do both I let the umbrella go.

I'm sure by now whoever was around most likely got a good look-see.

"Thank God I was wearing panties this time!" I mutely said to myself.

By this time the raindrops became more relentless.

Man, could this get any worse? Of Course! Another bus rolls up on me before I realize it. I hadn't even reached the next bus stop.

"Oh shit!" I yelled. "Fuck, fuck fuck!" "Shit!"

"Bitch!" I yelled after the bus driver like he could really hear me.

I turned my face up aligned with the sky and yelled, "Nooooo oooooo ooo ooo!"

Oh well I just missed another one. Here's there goes another forty-five minutes.

I've totally forgotten about the man who slammed me against the bagel shop window. I looked at him, he looked at me and we both kind of smiled at each other. I looked at him with sad eyes like I just wanted to cry.

"It'll be alright," he replied.

I just shook my head. As if on cue we both started walking. We were both getting soaked so appearance and first impression just blew out the window. I didn't give a fuck anyway by now. I just wanted to get home. I was freezing and miserable.

We made it to the next bus stop so we can sit down but I was too cold and soaked to plop down, especially on that bench. He sat down. Me? I was busy pacing back and forth trying to stay warm.

On the next go round of pacing; I felt his hand stop me in mid stride.

I opened my mouth to say something when he interrupted me, "Here put this on."

As he stood up he wrapped his jacket around me. "At least you'll be a little warm."

"Tha..Tha..Thanks." I said between the chatter of my teeth.

"No problem, just being a good Samaritan." He said as he eased back down on the bench. He just had a smile on his face.

His gaze lingered a bit longer before he pulled me closer in front of him.

"Excuse me Mr. Good Samaritan?" I bashfully inquired.

"Yeah?" He grinned. "Just trying to keep you warm. You got a problem with that?"

I didn't know what to say after that remark. I just shrugged my shoulders because I couldn't think of anything else to say.

He grabbed my ass from behind and put his hands under my skirt and guided me towards him. Thank the lord his jacket was long enough to provide cover for what he was doing!

I let him continue to pull me. When he had what I'll regard as satisfactory space he put his face against my front and nuzzled my crotch area in a circular motion. Oh the sensations and actions that were coming alive down right where his face was sent shivers threw me.

He was rubbing my ass and I couldn't help but to gyrate to his tune.

"Mmmm," I heard him murmur below my waist as he inhaled my scent.

He looked up at me and I started to blush. He had that puppy dog look on his face and that questionable expression in his eyes. You know that come hither I want you look. I felt it.

He lifted the front of my skirt up with his nose and my senses came alive. I started tingling and getting goose bumps. He ducked beneath my skirt and used his teeth to grab my panty to ease them down effortlessly.

My legs almost gave out so I had to grab on to his shoulder to keep my balance.

"Are you sure you want to do that here, right now?" I squirmed.

"Umm hmm." He breathed unto my pelvic, "Who's here to stop us?"

My clitoris started to pulsate. I kept squeezing myself in that area it to stop the urges that were beginning to form more wildly.

The more he inch my panty down, the wetter I became. I was mortified but yet intrigued. I didn't really know what to expect but he better hurry up and do something.

Unconcerned he pulled my panty down the rest of the way with his hands. I slowly opened my legs further and lifted each leg slightly to help him out. He lifted and positioned my left leg up on the bench and slid his hand on the outside of my pussy. From there he proceeded to fondle my clit. I was throbbing like crazy. I felt like I was about to cum before we did anything.

He put his head back under my skirt. His tongue crept inside my pussy to take a quick lick. Using one of his hands he palmed me from behind and used the other hand to steady my left leg over his shoulder. He deep tongued me inside my pussy. His tongue was very strong, long and hot as he flicked it to the left, to the right and then in a circular motion.

I wanted to cream right there! He pulled me further on his face and it felt like he was slurping my insides like when you drink the left over milk from a bowl having eaten all the cereal.

Don't get me wrong but the shit felt too damn good!

"Ahh Shit!" I barely was able to say. "You're gonna make me cum!"

"Do what ever feels good to you baby." He mouthed against my pussy.

I had to bend forward on the bench just to give the impression I was tying my shoe or something just in case somebody happen to walk by.

"Oh yes!" "Oh! right there." "Oohh lord!" I grimaced between clinched teeth.

I felt the flutter sensation in my stomach traveling down to my pussy. I was having earth-shattering spasms. I couldn't help but to cum and he just kept on lapping it up never loosening his grasp on my ass. If anything he was squeezing it a little bit too hard for my comfort.

After my last spasm he loosen his grip and removed his head from under my skirt and let the rain splatter all over his face. Gradually he lowered his head and stared immediately at me.

I started fidgeting. I was attempting to remove my leg off his shoulders when he said, "I'm not done yet."

I arched my eyebrows and look to the right thinking and saying to myself, "Did he just say what I thought he said, he wasn't done yet?"

He gave me that look again. As if in a spell I yielded and floated a little closer to him bending my knee more as I came face to face with him. I laid my hand on the crotch of his pants and felt his hard cock.

"How could you think I was done?" He gasped.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

I don't know what came over me but I slowly rubbed his cock and traced the outline of his dick all the way down to his balls. He grabbed my hand and pushed it down harder rubbing it up and down on him while still holding my gaze.

His hands were strong. As I started to trace the contours of the head of his dick it pulsated in my hand. I knew he was ready but I played with his dick some more until he grabbed my hand to stop it.

He moved it towards the zipper where I proceeded to leisurely unzip him. Once I've gotten him unzipped his cock sprang out into the opening. My eyes got big! His dick was not only thick but the head was about three-quarters the size of a tennis ball. Okay maybe I over exaggerated, but it was large!

"Damnnnnn!" "You not taking any type of steroids are you?"

"What do you think?" He said winking at me. "It's all yours, do whatever you want with it."

We stared at each other. I could barely wrap my hand around the tip of his dick. So I grabbed it like it was a stick shift and rotated my thumb along the top, side and bottom of the mushroom tip of his cock. His dick was starting to leak so I swirled the tip of my tongue around the head until I reached the top and licked it off.

He lifted up a little off the bench. I used that opportunity to pull his pants down some.

I enclosed his dick with my mouth and sucked it like I was sipping a thick McDonald's milkshake bobbing my head along with the motion. I sucked starting from the bottom of his head licking around underneath working my way to the top of the head.

He was pushing my head down until I felt like I was about to gag so I bit him a little.

"Ouch! Baby, watch the teeth!"

"Stop pushing my head then!"

"Damn baby, I couldn't help myself. It was feeling too fucking good!"

I stroked him slow at first. When he started gyrating I increased my speed because I could feel his urgency.

I was sucking his head when he suddenly lifted my head and kissed me hard. He eased my left leg down to hang behind him and lifted my ass up so I could position the other leg around him.

He lowered me on his cock so that the tip was the only partly inside my pussy. Up then down! Up then down! He finally engulfed his dick completely in my pussy. He was driving me crazy!

With one hand on the bench for support and the other grabbing the back of his neck I moaned, "Mmmmmm hmmmm. Yes right there! I want more! More! I want it all!"

He slammed me down on his dick. Painful but it felt good. He was so deep that I could in truth feel all of him. My pussy felt the width of his dick and I starting aching down there. Since I was straddling him now I wrapped my legs around him and locked him with my ankles.

He surged upward and I met him halfway. He plunged deep grinding me as I rode him hard.

"Give it to me girl" "Give it all to me!" "Stroke it good!" "Ride the hell out of this dick"

I grinded my way up towards his head. Clinching his tip I rode it up and down. I moved back down to his balls. I grabbed them from behind me and rolled them with my thumbs. I tightened my vise like grip on him and pulled him closer rocking us together. I knew my pussy was grabbing him because I could feel his head throbbing every time I squeeze him from inside my pussy.

"Oh Shit! Damn baby!" he grunted.

He impaled me so I couldn't move. He squeezed my ass and pushed me up and down hard on his dick! I arched up and he pushed me further on his dick. He started bucking.

We exploded together. I felt his hot lava squirt inside my pussy. There was so much cum between us. The smell was intoxicating. He shuddered again before he gave me a final thrust.

"Get a room!" Someone yelled walking by.

We didn't say anything to each other. As I lifted off him I zipped him back up.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"Just being a good Samaritan." I smiled back.

He stood up and kissed me." Here comes the bus."

I looked and sure enough it was creeping towards us. The bus slowed to a crawl until it stopped in front of us. I got on paid my fair. When I turned around he was no longer there. It wasn't until after I sat down before I realized I still had his jacket and he still had my panty.



The Good Samaritan



I met her at the Draught House a couple of months ago. At the time I went there pretty regularly, but I always took something to work on so I rarely paid attention to who was behind the bar, but this time it was different.

"Hey, what can I get you? The usual?" She had a perky little voice.

"A Big Bark please." I liked that beer. It was locally brewed at the Oak Leaf brewery in Austin. Not everyone served it. One of the reasons I liked going to the Draught House was because they always had it on tap. 

"That's what I thought, it's my favorite too." She filled up my glass and pushed it across the bar towards me. "You want to start a tab?" "Sure." It would be a good three hours before my wife was ready to be picked up. I figured I'd have at least a couple of beers. 

"I see you in here a lot," She took a peek at my credit card. "Dave, I'm Sandy." She stuck out her hand.

I was caught by surprise at her gesture, which made me look up from my work and really look at her for a moment. I liked her bright smile and her rack. She had pretty wavy blond hair. She kind of reminded me of my wife when we were young. I shook her hand, it was so little and soft in mine. I felt a strange rush of warmth to my face. 

"Hi Sandy. You are right I do come here a lot. I don't remember you, but I can say I am very glad to meet you." And I was. There was just something about her. The sitting man next to me at the bar asked for a Corona, which caused Sandy to turn around and bend over to pull it out of the cooler. God her ass, it was, well, big and plump. Just like I love them to be and it tapered up perfectly to her small waist. As she pulled a bottle opener out of her back pocket, her shirt rode up and I got a brief glimpse of her pale round belly. I wanted to bury my face in it. 

"What are your plans this afternoon?" Sandy smiled a big toothy unselfconscious smile, the kind my wife would never have tolerated on herself.

"Well I'm waiting for my wife." I figured I might as well spill the beans, I was wearing a wedding ring after all. I have found that most women notice it right away. 

"Oh, what is she doing while you are waiting?" Sally was quickly washing and drying glasses behind the bar. I hated to watch that process at a bar. It always brought home to me how unclean my own beer glass probably was, but she did seem to take more care than the usual bartender. That gave her more points in my book.

"She goes in for regular treatments down on 38th." There was a hospital and small cluster of specialists on the corner of 38th Street and Lamar, including a well known oncology center.

"Oh." Sandy gasped. "I am so sorry. I did not mean to pry." She looked sincerely surprised and upset.

I thought for a moment about putting her mind at ease and letting her know that my wife was at her plastic surgeon's office, which happened to be in the same building, and that instead of chemo, she was having botulism pumped into her face. She went there regularly for Botox, or to have the collagen in her lips replenished and for some other treatment called Dermabrasion, which made her face red and raw and hideous for days. She seemed to think that all this made her look younger. Honestly, at that point I wasn't even sure there was anything she could do to look younger. With her anorexic frame, fake boobs and over inflated lips, she had started to look more like a tyrannosaurus-rex than the young women she hoped to emulate. 

Who pays for all these treatments you may ask. Well, of course I do. She certainly couldn't, since she hasn't worked a single day in her goddamn life. I suppose that was my fault really, since I had never wanted her to and it's not like I was lacking in money. I was a high paid divorce lawyer and despite the poor economy, or maybe because of it, my income was going up and up. Honestly, I didn't mind spending money on my wife. I just hated to pay for the ongoing destruction of the pretty woman I met and fell in love with over twenty years ago. 

We met at the first official function I had attended at the Beta House during my freshman year. I was a dopy freshman pledge and Misty was a sophisticated Theta starting her senior year. I don't know how I even caught her eye, probably in part because I didn't look my age. I was tall with broad shoulders, having played quarterback all four years at high school. I was actually on a football scholarship at UT. I think that once the Betas made me a brother and Misty discovered that I came from the right kind of family, the right kind of family with money, I had her hooked. 

When Sandy, the bartender, assumed my wife was being treated for cancer, I didn't correct her and when I implied that it might be fatal, she suggested I come back to her place. I had three hours to kill and that day Sandy just happened to be getting off her shift early. Fortunately, her apartment was just around the corner.

Why this pretty young girl wants to fuck me, I could only guess. I had to assume that she was at least twenty one to work behind the bar, but by the looks of her she couldn't have been much older than that. Compared to my forty five years, she was a baby. A baby I wanted to fuck. They should make t-shirts for that BIWF, Babies I Want to Fuck. Oh, wait I am sure there would be some legal issues with that. I guess I'll just keep that idea to myself. 

It dawned on me, on the way over to her apartment, that what Sandy wanted to give me was a pity fuck. Something I was not unfamiliar with, but had never been on the receiving end of. Sure in my college days, out of pity I had fucked a few ugly girls who had had crushes on me. If they were drunk at the fraternity house and hanging all over me, it was hard not to give them what they wanted, if only to make them go away. Of course I always made sure I was wearing my beer goggles and that the lights were turned down low. 

Now you are probably saying to yourself, didn't he say he met his wife during his freshman year, and didn't they date all through college? Yes, that is what I said, but by no means did I say I was faithful. Commitment has never quite been my thing. There had always been other girls, but never another girlfriend. This little blonde bartender clearly felt sorry for me. I could see it in her big blue watery eyes. She took it for granted that my wife was dying and therefore she also incorrectly assumed, that we were no longer having sex. I let her think what she wanted to because I knew I wanted to get inside her pants.

"You brave brave man." Sandy patted my thigh as we sat in her living room drinking another beer. She conveniently interpreted my silence as some sort of male dignity and suffering.

Yes, the poor brave me, on the brink of loosing my wife to whom I was so dedicated and who was so sick that she couldn't sleep with me anymore. I pulled a joint out my pocket. "You smoke?" I have found out over the years that pot makes certain women particularly pliable and I had a feeling she was one of them.

"Sure." She had such a sweet sympathetic look on her face. 

I started to wonder if this was her kink, pity fucks that is. It hadn't occurred to me before that a woman might get off on fucking pitiful men. Pathetic people have never interested me in the least. Often when I am working a divorce case, I see these men -- crying, sniveling, weak men - that these hot strong women are divorcing and I don't even wonder why. 

The story is pretty common, she met him when she was in her early twenties, when her biggest dreams consisted only of marrying Mr. Right, having the perfect home and making babies. He was almost always a little older, ahead of her in life and offered her the illusion of security and knowledge about the real world. Many of these girls, being so young, eventually grow up. Often their men had reached their highest potential for success and emotional maturity long ago. These men choose these little girls, because they themselves were too weak for real women.

As much as I may rag on my wife, she's always been my superior in most ways. I knew this about her since I met her during my freshman year. I knew it when I married her and I know that it is still true. Of course that is what I wanted. Even as a young man I knew that I wanted a strong hot woman, a woman who could put me in my place and Misty always has. That is what makes me still want to fuck the shit out of her. It is one of the few ways I can put her in her place, if you know what I mean, which I think you do.

That is kind of my specialty, helping these superior women get the most out of their divorces. I have a long list of strong smart female clientele. Some of them my wife put me on to, as she tends to travel in that circuit. Quite a few are well known in the Hollywood and Texas political circles, but of course I can't tell you who, the lawyer client privilege and all that. Nevertheless, I am proud to be known among the high class female set in Austin, as the guy who will get you a good deal and really give it to the ex. 

Some of these women are so grateful that they offer me bonuses on top of my very high fees, bonuses paid in flesh. I almost always partake. Even with the chubby chicks and the older ones, because despite what others might see as imperfections I find that their power and money not only outweigh any other feature, but also make them incredibly hot. Besides, there is nothing like slamming into a nice plump ass bent over my desk. Plus these women, fat, skinny, old or young, they keep themselves nice, all clean waxed and bleached, if you catch my drift. 

For the most part, all of them are really quite talented lovers, but nothing makes me cum harder when I'm fucking these ladies and thinking of their ex-husbands who we just left behind in the courtroom. While those sad sacks are whining and sniveling over the woman who just took them for everything and broke their hearts in the process, I'm busy getting paid with what used to be their money and slamming my fat cock up the ass that used to belong to them.

Honestly, after this caliber of women, I felt a little bit like I was slumming it sitting there with the bartender, but she was damn cute and I was kind of getting off on the idea that she felt sorry for me. It was such a different role for me to play. I couldn't help but wonder how far and how much a woman who pitied me would let me get away with. It seemed worth trying to find out. 

I only had three hours and one had already almost passed without either of us getting undressed. I figured that the pot would help get things going, and it did. Sandy leaned back on the couch with a deep sigh and I made my move. Putting one arm around her back, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her mouth. She responded by opening her lips and letting my tongue slip in. I took the opportunity to run my thumb across her right nipple, she moaned. I let my whole hand wrap around her breast, feeling its weight in my palm. Still Kissing her mouth (when in doubt, I have always found it is best to keep their heads distracted while you undress the rest of them), I began to reach up her t-shirt and with one a hand -- trick I learned in high school that always impressed - I unhooked her bra. I pulled her shirt up and exposed a nipple that I latched onto. She had very large breasts with big nipples and the palest pink areolas. I was pleased. 

She let me unbutton her jeans and I slipped a hand into them. Finding her already damp, I easily slid a finger and then two into her pussy. I jammed my fingers in and out roughly and then moved up to her clit. I liked the little noises she made in my ear as she nibbled at it. She was wet and the way she was grinding her hips against my fingers made it clear to me as to what she wanted. I stood up from the couch and pulled her jeans off, flinging them across the room, knocking something over and not bothering to check on it.

I got on my knees in front of her, pushed her legs open wide and buried my face in her juicy cunt. She tasted surprisingly sweet and a little salty. I pushed my tongue into her and she let out a deep moan. 

"Oh! Dave." She grabbed her legs under her knees and pulled them back, giving me extensive access.

"You taste so good Sandy, so sweet. It has been so long." I figured I should play it up a little, if that was what she was into after all.

I got up on my knees between her legs and unzipped my pants, releasing the pressure of my ever growing bulge. I figured we really only had another hour and a half tops before I needed take off, not really enough time to make it worth removing all my clothes. I let my cock press against her slick slit, she opened her legs wider.

"Is this ok?" I thought that this was what a guy who never gets any, but is about to cheat on his dying wife might ask.

"You are such a good man, Dave. I could tell that about you the first time we met." She stroked my cheek and smiled sweetly.

The look in her eyes was so endearing, that it repulsed me for a moment, but then my dick snapped me out of it and started doing all the thinking. "That's a yes," my dick said and he plowed forward, pushing into her wet warmth.

Sandy let out a scream and for a moment I wondered if I had made a misstep, but looking down I realized she was just one of those loud women. They kind of annoy me. It's like they've seen too many pornos or something and think that is how you are supposed to act. The too silent types are a bit strange too, makes me think their uncles did something funny to them when they were kids or something. Ultimately, either way is fine as long as they don't expect conversation. I had one of those girls once, talk about a fast way to get my dick limp.

After pumping in and out for a bit, I decided to see if she'd let me put my dick in her mouth, so I climbed up on the couch and put it in her face. Some women are weird about sucking it after you have already had it in their pussies. Now I understand not wanting to suck it after it's been in an ass, I get that, but come on you expect me to eat your pussy, but you won't. That's ridiculous. I like women who aren't that hung up, but I also really get off on making women who are suck it anyway. Does that make me a jerk? Lucky for me Sandy didn't seem to mind and her dick sucking was pretty spectacular. She didn't protest much when I forced it all the way down to the back of her throat. When it choked her a bit, I pretended to be concerned.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I must have got carried away. It had been so long and you feel so good, Sandy." They like it when you say their names. 

"It's ok." She wiped her mouth and smiled that charming smile of hers. It was like I couldn't break her. Not that I was really trying to, but then again. 

I could still see the look of sympathy in her eyes, a look that proved that she was thinking I wasn't just another asshole and that she was chalking up my brutality to the unintentional over exuberance of a man lacking in loving and companionship. 

I lifted her up to stand. Tired of looking at her kind face, I bent her over the couch and began slamming her pussy hard from behind. She screamed, but didn't try to squirm away. I paused, I had an idea.

"Sandy, there is something I am going to ask you and of course you can say no, but there is this special thing my wife used to let me do and it is a little strange. I'll understand if you say no." I pulled my wet prick out of her pussy and began to rub it gently against her asshole. 

"What is it Dave." Her voice sounded cautious and a little spent from all her screaming. 

"I would really like to put it in your ass." I felt her tight little hole pulse against the head of my cock, as I talked about it.

"Ok, but I'm not sure I can take it. Please be gentle, go really slow." She let out a sigh of resignation. 

I loved it when women gave in to me. So often I would ask them to do things they didn't want to, but they usually did it anyway. I felt my cock grow harder at the prospect of pushing it into her ass. 

I was careful at first. I didn't want her to change her mind till I was all the way in, because then it would be too late. I could always convince a girl to keep going if I had it in all the way, but if you only got the tip in, well they can get away very easily and then all bets are off. 

With my hand on the back of her neck for support, I pressed into her slowly and steadily, not letting up on the pressure until I felt that sort of pop sensation as the head of my dick slipped past the tightest part of her very tight little ass. She let out a yelp in response, so I paused, not pulling out in the slightest bit, but not pushing any further in, despite a very strong desire to do so. 

"Are you ok?" I feigned concern, as if I might retreat if she were to ask. 

"It kind of hurts." I liked how awkward she sounded, with her head upside down and her ass up in the air and full of my dick. Looking down at her, I couldn't even see her face with all her hair falling into it. I knew I had to get myself all the way into her ass soon or else we were going to run out of time and that just wouldn't do. 

"Do you want me to stop? Because I can. I don't want to hurt you." I was trying to sound as considerate as possible, yet I knew if she did ask me to take it out, I was prepared to ram it in. I wasn't leaving her place till I came. 

"No, it's ok. It feels a little better now. Just be gentle please." She reached back and pulled at one of her ass cheeks, holding it open for me. 

I pushed back the other cheek and my dick slowly but almost effortlessly slid in. I began pumping slowly, but quickly stepped up the pace and depth of my thrusts. I started pulling out almost entirely, and then plunging back in as far as I could with increasing vigor and screams from her. She was limp in my arms, barely holding herself up. Soon her screams mellowed to raspy moans. Then she started with these strange guttural groans that escalated until she was coming, screaming, flailing her arms and legs with my dick jammed all way up in her ass. 

The sensation of her ass pulsing, tightening and relaxing in quick secession around cock was too much, whether I was ready or not I began to blow my load. Gripping her firmly around the waist, I pumped my dick all the way up into her, as I fill her hole with globs of hot cum. And darned if she didn't come again as I filled her up. 

I let her slid off my dick and onto the edge of the couch. She looked like a crumpled rag doll laying half on and half off the couch. Her legs were bent under her on the floor as she rested the upper half of her body on a cushion. I picked my pants up and headed to the bathroom to wash up. I had thirty minutes to pick up Misty or else she would start calling my cell. I snuck out the front door without saying good bye.

It goes without saying I suppose, I never went back to the Draught House again. I made the Waterloo on 38th my new waiting spot, besides it really was closer to the doctor's office and the bartenders were much cuter, even if they were way too young for me.



The Good Samaritan



The clock changed from 6:59 to 7:00 a.m. and the radio turned on, "Good morning and Happy Earth Day St. Louis. If you are planning on being out and about today, look for a high temperature of 67 degrees. It's currently 45 degrees under sunny skies." Arun Patil hit the snooze button and grabbed the digital thermometer, turning it on as he flipped over and faced his wife.

"Open up, Sleeping Beauty." 

Felicity Paterson Patil dutifully opened her mouth and took the basal body thermometer under her tongue. Arun studied her face, her pale skin, aquiline nose, and high cheekbones, her long curly brown hair spread out all around her. When the thermometer beeped, Arun put it back on the nightstand. Felicity would check it later and enter it on the chart she used to track her fertility signs each month. So far, eleven months had passed since they started trying to have a baby. 

Eyes still shut, Felicity asked, "What do you have planned for this morning? I know we said we would have a late lunch at home before the kids come home from school..." 

"I'm meeting with the restaurant's accountant," he began, but before he could finish the sentence, Felicity's eyes flew open round with fear and she gripped his arm tightly. "No, no, not at the restaurant. We're meeting at his office. Then I've got a meeting with a new vegetable supplier. He's got a line on some Indian vegetables I haven't been able to get fresh before now. We're meeting at his warehouse. I promised you, Felicity, if I live to be a hundred, Café Tandoor will never have its doors unlocked on Earth Day again."

Felicity reached up and stroked the white scar on his light brown skin, the scar that marked where the bullet had grazed his arm. They were always there, the scars: two on her, one on him. They saw them when they dressed and showered, felt them when they pressed against each other as they made love. They didn't talk about it that much anymore, but without asking, Arun knew what Felicity would be doing while he was working. She handled the accounting for the restaurant now, as well a few other small clients, but on Earth Day, she always booked two sessions with Dr. Ann Fells, her therapist. That's what she had done for the last three years, ever Earth Day since the one they met, the day that had nearly been the day she died bleeding on the floor of Café Tandoor.

Eager to distract her, Arun pushed the flimsy, silky fabric of her chemise off her shoulder, exposing her soft pink nipple, then bent down and drew it between his lips, sucking it, teasing it with his tongue, even as he gripped one of her hands in his, telling her without words that he would always be there for her, always be there if she was in trouble. Felicity moaned softly, encouraging him to continue. She needed this, he knew, needed the distraction of their bodies coming together to drive away the memories.

Arun pushed Felicity's panties down to her knees, then dragged them the rest of the way off with his foot, his lips and tongue still pressed against his wife's breast. She released her grip on his back then, allowing him to shimmy down and taste her cunt, the musky honey of it always a sweet surprise as it spread across his tongue. Even as he circled her clit, feeling it engorge and harden, Arun was willing her to forget Dave Paterson, forget that awful Earth Day, but found himself instead thinking of his own ghosts, his ex-wife Priya, who had hated life in St. Louis more than she loved living with him, his own memories of the gunshots and all the blood and the sirens and the screaming. He closed his eyes tightly, willing it all away, willing himself to think only of the warm body of the woman he loved, her scent, her taste, her feel. 

But there were other distractions in the house. From down the hall he heard footsteps, then a small knock on the door before six-year-old Aubree called out, "Mommy? Arun? I can't get the cereal open and Todd and Spencer aren't up yet. Can you come help me?" He said a silent thank you for the lock on the bedroom door before answering, "I'm coming sweetie. Be right there." He kissed Felicity quickly on the mouth and slid from the bed. 

After he left, Felicity rolled over and checked the thermometer, carefully marking the temperature and noting her other fertility signs on the chart she kept as meticulously as she kept her clients' books. There was no mistaking it. She was entering her peak fertility phase. Today. On Earth Day. She covered her eyes and tried not to cry.

* * * * * *

"I'm going to get take out for dinner tonight," Felicity had told her two older kids, Todd and Spencer, then just seven and nine. Aubree was just three. Her husband Dave was in Columbus, Ohio, on a business trip and after three days with three little ones and a day and a half before he was due home, she needed a break from cooking. "It's a special Earth Day treat," she fibbed. "We'll get something with lots of vegetables to celebrate the things that grow in the earth. And don't say pizza because the answer is no." 

"Mexican," yelled Spencer. Todd's more sophisticated palate was craving Indian food.

"I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10," Felicity said. Spencer's guess was closest, so Indian it was. Thus it was that sheer chance landed her in Café Tandoor at 2:30 p.m. to pick up dinner for later before it was time to pick up Aubree from her playgroup. She and the owner, Arun Patil, were alone in the front of the restaurant, momentarily quiet between the lunch and dinner rush, when the gunman, face obscured by a ski mask, burst in waving a gun and yelling at Arun to open the cash register.

It never made sense, not then and not later. As Arun stuffed the money from the register in the bag, the robber demanded Felicity's purse and jewelry. She quickly slid her purse across the floor to him, but as she reached to remove her necklace, everything exploded in noise and pain. One bullet ripped through her arm, a second grazed Arun's. Two shots flew wild before the final round pierced her lung and the robber fled, without the purse, the jewelry, or the money. 

* * * * * *

Arun paced the hallways of the hospital two steps behind the police officers. He knew Felicity only slightly, had seen her come in occasionally for takeout or a meal with her husband. Stitched and bandaged, he couldn't bring himself to leave the hospital until he knew if she was okay. He didn't even know her name, but the EMTs had told him it was only him keeping hard pressure on her chest wound that had kept her alive in the few minutes it had taken them to arrive. "It just doesn't make sense," remarked Officer Steve Wexweiler to his partner. "We got a hold of the sister in two seconds, and she's happy to take care of the kids, but she's got no clue where her husband is. I've been dialing his cell phone for the past three hours with no answer, and he's on an out-of-town business trip, but his office says there are no meetings on his calendar after 10 o'clock this morning. There's no answer at his hotel. Where is this guy, and how does he not hear 10 messages saying his wife's been shot and is in surgery?" 

A nurse came out and spoke to the cops, studiously ignoring Arun, who leaned in to hear the report. "They've treated the wound to her arm. The bullet didn't hit anything but muscle, and it exited cleanly. They're still operating on the chest wound. It's lucky that she was so close to the hospital and that somebody," nodding slightly in Arun's direction, "had the good sense to apply pressure to the wound. The doctors will be able to tell you more when they finish up." 

"No, seriously, this shit you are not going to believe," Wexweiler told his partner the next morning. "I know you think you've heard it all, but you haven't heard it all." Officer Peter Spiro pulled up a chair to listen. "So I had an idea to call back to Dave Paterson's assistant on her cell and find out who he rented his car from. The rental car company in Columbus was able to find the car late last night with a GPS tracker."

"Yeah, and so where was it?"

"Parked in the lot of a hotel. Turns out he was shacked up in a different hotel with a chick. And get this, he had a signed, official-as-can-be contract to try to knock her up. He's a low-tech sperm donor, I guess." Wexweiler guffawed.

"So she could alibi him for six p.m. until the cops found him around ten, but they had no alibi for the earlier part of the day. With Patil's description, he could have passed for the shooter, tall, slim build, white, typical St Louis accent. Patil couldn't rule him out in the photo lineup because of the ski mask..."

"Yeah?" Wexweiler was starting to look interested. 

"But once they explained to him that he was 'person of interest' in his wife's shooting, and could have flown from St. Louis to Columbus and still had time for his little date at the hotel, he came up with an alibi for earlier in the day. Another 'client' for his 'services.' He's got an alibi from noon to four." 

"Yeah, well, you're telling the wife all that." 

"Only as much as I have to, dude. Only as much as I have to." 

* * * * * *

Arun Patil had become a fixture at Barnes-Jewish Hospital. In saving her life, he felt he had taken on some sort of obligation. With her sister unable to face her and her husband barred on doctors' orders from her hospital room, he was the one who sat by Felicity's bedside, refilled her water pitcher, and just held her hand. His brother and uncle picked up the slack at Café Tandoor while he ferried her kids between their aunt's house and daily visits to see their mother. When she was released a month after the shooting, he drove her home. 

The truth was, he needed her too. No one else would ever share those moments of panic and terror. At first, they went over the shooting again and again. What the robber said, and how he said it. Had she not moved fast enough to hand her bag over? Had he not made it clear he wouldn't offer any resistance? Her willingness to have him around, her wanting him around, assuaged Arun's guilt. Irrational guilt, but guilt nonetheless. And where's the end of it? The end of guilt? The end of kindness? The end of being alone except for each other with a terrible memory? It never ended, just continued into a new chapter one night when the kids were all in bed and a bottle of wine led to a kiss, a kiss to a caress, a caress to an unspoken invitation to take one another's hand and walk to the bedroom, both of them knowing that what would happen behind that closed door would mean there would be no end to their needing each other. No end to it ever. Wine-fueled, fumbling kisses as clothes were quickly discarded and cast aside, fingers grazing the still-tender scar tissue as shirts and dresses slid from bodies and onto the floor. Wine-warmed and wine-wet, Felicity was ready for him as soon as he was on top of her, with the smooth head of his uncut cock, its moisture mixing with hers as he slid effortlessly inside her, feeling himself engulfed by her, all of their limbs seeming to touch everywhere at once as they kissed and fucked and fucked and kissed. Messed up by the wine and the emotion, they laughed and cried as Arun rocked into her again and again, her thin, lithe body pressing up to meet his downward thrusts, the pace quickening moment by moment until Arun felt a feeling he hadn't felt in so long, his body tightening, the electric focus of his energy on the warm spot where their bodies came together. They didn't come together, not that night at least. There was no time for synchronization, just Felicity's fingers pressed into the muscles of his ass, urging him on, urging him to thrust harder and faster, to come inside her. With one more thrust, he gave her what she, and he, wanted, what they both needed, a momentary release, a measure of solace in their satiation. 

******

Felicity looked at the envelope her divorce attorney had forwarded to her. There, across the back flap, Dave had written "Losing is for suckers." It was one of his little catch phrases, not particularly one of her favorites. Still, she had to acknowledge it was just the flip side of the confidence that had initially attracted her to him. The letter had come with the news that he didn't intend to sign the divorce papers, that he didn't want a divorce, no matter the terms. That has been a surprise. As soon as she was strong enough to talk a bit, one of the nurses had given her the name of a good attorney. In exchange for her not calling his boss to say who and what he had been doing on his company's time, Dave had agreed to a legal separation with spousal and child support. He was out of the house with new locks on the doors by the time she got out of the hospital. Custody and visitation had been a non-issue. Obsessed with her body when she was pregnant, Dave had never been a very interested father, had barely visited the kids at his sisters while Felicity was in the hospital. He had been so accommodating that she was blindsided when he didn't sign the divorce paper the day he was served. But losing was for suckers; if the marriage was going to end, his ego could only stand him being the one to end it. 

"Felicity,

I know you are pushing for this divorce, but I'm hoping you'll agree to give me a second chance if you just understand where I'm coming from and why I did what I did. I've been seeing a counselor, trying to understand why I made the choices I made. She said I should write to you, just tell you the whole story from the beginning. . ."

Felicity had barely been able to continue, laughing and crying at the same time made her chest ache. She wasn't sure what was more outrageous: that Dave Paterson was seeing a therapist, or that someone really thought telling her all the details of "why" he had been shacked up in a hotel with multiple women in one day was going to change what she thought: that he was a lying, cheating dirtbag who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. She riffled through the letter; it was way too many pages to boil down to "I'm a dog." 

It all started, he wrote, at a party he went to the summer after high school. His best friend Trevor had showed up with a girl he was seeing and her best friend, who he was convinced would be "all over" Dave. He had not been wrong. Tiffany--but she wanted him to call her by her "Druid name," Elowen--was indeed all over him and that without a drink or drug in her. The party had convened around a few kegs in an open field surrounded by nothing much of anything for miles. Tiffany/Elowen, who had entwined her fingers with his and was staring at him earnestly as she explained her "deep connection with the natural world," within five minutes of meeting him. "I know it sounds crazy, but I get out around trees and plants and all my atoms just start vibrating with life, you know. Like, my whole body gets hot with energy." Dave thought that yes, it did sound crazy, but Tiffany, who he was happy to call Elowen if it upped the chances of his getting in her pants, was indeed very, very hot. As she leaned into him, he had a clear view down her tank top, and with no bra underneath, her pert little tits and bright pink nipples, a view that, along with the fact that her skirt was so short he could see her panties underneath, had certain parts of his body vibrating with life as well. Trevor's girl had taken off, taking Elowen with her before Dave had a chance to walk her away from the group congregating around the kegs, the music, and the bonfire, but not before he got her number.

Elowen had indeed made his body vibrate in interesting ways that summer after their senior year before he headed off for college, and she stayed in town for community college. Dave's parents had backed off supervising his comings and goings since he had turned 18, and Elowen's parents seemed to have the same attitude, but even so there was no need to find a time when one of their houses would be empty of parental units. Since she was only interested in getting naked out in nature, any secluded spot with trees and grass would do for that. There were plenty of fields and state parks around that offered them all the privacy they needed. On their first real date, he had bought her a Slurpee and taken her out for a walk on a park trail. On the first private grassy area they found, just a ways off the trail, he was soon slurping on her tits, the nipples turning hard and bumpy in his mouth as she rubbed his cock through his shorts and moaned her encouragement. 

They returned to the same spot on their second date. He had wanted to take her out to eat--it seemed like the right thing to do--but she explained she was a vegan and there weren't too many places she could eat. So after stopping for a Snapple, she was soon naked on her back in the grass, with Dave tongue-deep in her crotch, licking her for all he was worth. He'd never met a girl like her before, who talked like her, like she wasn't afraid to like what she was liking, "Oh, Dave," she had moaned, "lick me, make me come, I want to soak the ground with my nectar." Dave wasn't sure what that was all about, but he liked the feel of her fingers running through her hair and her fingernails on his upper back as she lifted her ass off the ground to meet his waiting mouth. "That's right, lick my clit, make me come, I'm so close." He circled her engorged clit with a quick, motion, even as two fingers of his hand pumped in and out of her welcoming cunt until she was moaning out her approval and he could feel the soft, warm walls of her clamping down rhythmically against his fingers. 

As they lay together in the grasss, her naked except for a small top, him still dressed, she explained that in her "Druid" beliefs, people had the responsibility to give their "sexual emanations" back to the Earth, that a woman's fluids blessed the planet, while a man's fertilized it. Dave had looked up Druids on the Internet and was sure that everything she was saying was a load of crap, but he was also pretty sure that he was about to get some action for himself, so he kept his opinions to himself. In a moment, he was standing, Elowen on the ground on her knees in front of him. "So I'm not going to swallow, you know? Not because it's gross, but because the Earth needs your energy more than I do." With that by way of introduction, she had begun by licking the smooth head of his cut cock, humming a little to herself as she did. He watched as her sharp, pink little tongue darted out again and again, licking and teasing his head. He dripped with precum and she brought her mouth close and rubbed her lips against his head, like a girl applying lip gloss before thanking him for the "gift of his sap, like the lifeblood of a tree." He almost laughed then, except that she was taking him full in her mouth, her lips warm and wet around him as she slid up and down his shaft. There was nothing funny at looking down at a beautiful girl, her wild dirty-blonde hair loose around her shoulders as she pumped his cock with her mouth and her hand at the same time, and it didn't take long before he felt the familiar sensation in his groin that told him he was about to come. "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming," he had warned her, giving her time to pull away as his cum arced out and away from him onto the green grass. When he finished, she carefully licked his head again, removing every trace of his orgasm as delicately as if she were licking honey from a spoon.

Trevor tried from time to time to get him to talk about what was up as the summer months sped by, but Dave wasn't talking. Crazy made-up bullshit or not, every time he got into the car with Elowen--he couldn't even think of her as Tiffany any more, although that was the name he had to use when he came to her house to pick her up for a date--he knew how the night would end, with him fully, completely, and totally Druidically satisfied. "I'm here to pick up Tiffany," he would say, as Elowen would drift down the stairs in a summery sundress or something else that could quickly be removed as soon as they found a shaded, quiet spot. In some ways, their time together became like a ritual. They would talk about nothing in particular as they drove out into the country, until one of them would point and say, "There." Words were no longer necessary. Just a touch, just a glance, Elowen would drop her dress and panties as he stripped out of his shorts and t-shirt. Both of them facing a tree, he could feel her warm, naked body pressed up against his backside as she coated her fingers with oil and began caressing his cock, running her fingers in a tickling motion up and down his already-hard shaft before she gripped his left hipbone tightly in her left hand and began jacking him off with her right hand. Without words, she learned to read his body's signals, knowing when to back off to prolong his pleasure, to slow or even stop when he was on the verge of climaxing until the orgasm was unstoppable, and he would come, shaking, shuddering "blessing the Earth with his seed." 




The Good Samaritan



"I might have been turned out a better man if I had stayed with Elowen," Dave wrote. "She brought out some goodness in me. She was so giving, I wanted to match that. I wanted to make sure that if I came, she came, that she was as satisfied as I was. Maybe I was just less sarcastic then, less jaded, I don't know." It was true, though. When they fucked, always doggy-style, he waited for her. Lubing up his finger, he would caress her clit to its full size. "You're budding," he would say, "like a pussy willow bursting out of its husk." That's how it had been the last time he left for college. They had gone back to their favorite spot, the place where they were first together. Clothes strewn about on the grass, he had caressed her clit as he rocked back and forth, his cock touching places inside that made her whole body quiver. "Come for me, Elowen. Come for me so I can come," he whispered in her ear. And she had come for him, the feel of her cock around him as familiar to him now as the feel of his own hand had been before the two had met. He was slick now, covered with her juices, which he could feel dripping down onto his balls, a little bit of her wetness sliding onto his leg. It wouldn't be long, he knew. It never was like this, the cheeks of her ass pressed like twin moons up against him, sometimes the feel of a breast in her hand as he pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers. His breathing came faster, his thrusts came faster into her sweet, hot, waiting cunt. Unlike her, he lacked the control to back off and wait. He thrust and thrust until he knew the next thrust would bring release, pulling out just in time to spill his cum on the grass below them.

She surprised him then. "I want to show you something. Everything that comes from us goes back to the Earth. Everything. Will you watch and promise you won't laugh or hate me or think I'm crazy?" Dave couldn't imagine what she was going to show him. Elowen stood up and walked a few feet away from where Dave was still kneeling on the grass, squatting down, she breathed out then let a stream of piss flow from her body onto the grass. It was clear from the delicacy with which she performed the operation that she had had plenty of practice. Dave was transfixed and oddly turned on as he watched the scene. Although he had just come, he felt his dick twitching back to life. "So you think I'm totally weird now, right?" Elowen asked as she put on her panties and dress, her back to him. He didn't, of course, and watching each other piss became part of their sex play, with Elowen often holding him and directing his stream the same way she did when she jacked him off.

The first letter had ended there, leaving Felicity more confused than she had been before she started reading. Her lawyer assured her it would help her in the courtroom, but in the meantime, it left her with so many questions. What had happened to Elowen? And why had Dave married someone like her, someone so unlike this woman he had clearly loved? 

The second letter arrived just over a week later. Felicity was torn between wanting to know more and being afraid of what she would find out. She knew the end of this story; her husband in a hotel room, having sex with other women. She wasn't sure she could stand to find out how that happened, or to hear about what happened, but on the other hand, maybe not knowing was worse than knowing. She ripped the envelope open, her hands trembling.

Dave wrote that he probably would have stayed with Elowen but for a twist of fate. Every weekend his first semester and into his second, he had driven two hours home to spend the weekend with her. They were two happy, horny teenagers who knew how to make each other feel good in all the ways that counted. But it had been all the weekends away from school, too distracted to focus on all his courses, that had paved the path to their breakup. He was able to keep his grades up in the classes that interested him: science, math, business, accounting, but the required liberal arts courses were another thing. His first exam in a class called "The Art of the Play" came back with a red D and a note that said "See me," from the instructor. 

He had halfway noticed that Professor Riggin was attractive, but as he waited his turn outside her office, he had a chance to watch her more closely. She dressed the opposite of his girlfriend, to hide her body rather than to flaunt it, but her sharply tailored dress and tightly pulled-back hair couldn't hide that she was a lovely, although not beautiful, woman. When it was Dave's turn to meet with him, she had closed the door, her manner all business. Matter-of-factly she explained that he had a problem. His D on her exam was worth almost half his grade. It was clear he wasn't interested in the subject and she didn't expect him to do any better on the next two exams. She knew from his transcript that he had gotten straight As in his first semester, but a D in her class would still put him on academic probation and jeopardize his scholarship. She was also matter of fact when she explained that a college dropout without any specialized training had about the same earning potential as an associate professor who wasn't on a tenure track. This, she explained, was where they could solve each other's problems. She knew he was smart--his lack of interest in drama notwithstanding--he was a healthy, good-looking young man. She was a 38-year-old woman with no serious boyfriend who wanted a child but didn't have the kind of salary that would fund a sperm donor and in vitro fertilization. There were three months until the end of the semester. Each month, she explained, he would meet her every other night for three nights and try to get her pregnant. His grade wouldn't depend on success, merely on effort. She wouldn't name him on the birth certificate and didn't want or need a father for the baby, just for him to get her pregnant. The fact that she was fucking a student guaranteed she would never reveal his involvement, since it would mean the end of any chance she had of ever teaching or getting tenure. 

Of course he thought of Elowen, but why did she have to know. After all, this was another way of fertilizing the Earth, wasn't it, he rationalized. As Professor Riggin waited for his answer, he imagined what she would look like, hair down, legs up. It didn't take too much time for him to make up his mind. 

When he knocked on the door of the hotel room his professor had told him to meet him at the first time they were together, Dave thought he was in the letters section of a porn magazine. "You'll never believe this happened to me, but..." His staid, conservative professor opened the door wearing a push-up bustier that barely contained her full breasts, a lacy garter belt, and nothing else. His dick sprang to attention. Just as he imagined, her long brown hair was out of its typical ponytail and hung loose around her shoulders. With just a few words, he found himself just as he had imagined, on his knees at the edge of the bed, tongue-deep in his professor's cunt. Her moans told him she liked what he was doing as he sucked hard on her clit, flicking it with it his tongue as his mouth surrounded it. Her mouth was open and panting as she pushed the bustier cups down and began to twist and pull on her nipples, her juices spreading hot and sweet as he did. Strangely, he thought of Elowen, then, wondering if she would become so wet from him teasing her nipples the same way. In his mind, he wasn't cheating on her, just completing an assignment.

His instructor was good and wet as he slid his cock into her, the walls of her cunt tight and warm around him as he slowly started to move his body against hers. She didn't talk much, just lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts, her legs wrapped around his back as she drew him in. With a start, he realized that there would be no pulling out this time; his knees rested on a soft sheet rather than green grass. The thought drove him to thrust faster, the idea of coming deep inside the woman beneath him, of his seed truly fertilizing something awakened something deeply biological in him. He grabbed his professor's ass cheeks with both hands as he began to fuck her in earnest now, his thrusts deep and hard. The room was strangely silent. They weren't really lovers, so there was no lovers' talk, just the soft slap of flesh on flesh and deep grunts and moans. Something flashed in him as he came deep inside her, filling her with his cum, a strange sense of satisfaction that went beyond the satisfaction of his orgasm. It was, he wrote, as if had discovered what he was born to do. 

Felicity put the paper down and thought. Pieces were beginning to come together for her. Lovemaking with Dave had always been different when they were trying for a baby. He was present in a way she couldn't explain, focused. She realized those were the moments when she had felt most connected to him in their marriage, when he was deep inside her, with an egg just waiting for one of his sperm to find its way to her. Always a workaholic who was also addicted to his workouts and golf games, Dave would drop anything and everything the moment he found out she was ovulating. 

When he met Professor Riggin--she never allowed him to call her by her first name—the second time two nights later, she had dispensed with the underwear. She came to the door naked. Without speaking, they mated like animals, her down on the ground on her knees, him gripping her tightly as he pumped his seed deep inside her, sweat dripping from them both onto the carpet. The first month of copulating yielded no results. Dave did research on how to improve his sperm counts and quality: gave up drinking and hot showers, switched from boxers to briefs, and loaded his plate in the dining hall with vegetables. After the second month, he added vitamin C and zinc tablets to mix on the advice of an article from a fertility expert. 

He never thought about Elowen when he was with his professor, he wrote. It didn't have anything to do with her or how he felt about her. He still drove home every weekend; he still loved everything about her. He made her piss before they fucked now, the sight of her squatting like that got his cock hard in an instant, the sound of the stream coming out of her and hitting the dirt or the grass. Once he even followed her into the women's bathroom when they were out to dinner, squeezing his way into the stall so he could watch her piss there too. And they talked endlessly in the car, about their future, about their present. No, knocking up Professor Riggin was just an assignment. Not that it wasn't a hot assignment, but it didn't have anything to do with his relationship.

And then came Earth Day. Elowen said she had something special planned for him. From a girl who had once fucked him in the middle of a lit-up high-school football stadium, the word special held untold promise. Unfortunately, Earth Day was also the last day Professor Riggin was fertile. He lied to Elowen for the first time: he had a big exam and couldn't come home for Earth Day. He could hear the disappointment in her voice when she called twice to see if he couldn't take a make-up exam. What she had planned was really special, she promised. He'd felt regret then, felt it right up until the moment that he felt his balls, heavy with cum, slapping up against his professor's warm ass as he lay atop her in the overstuff hotel bed. The end of the semester was just weeks away, and with it the end of their arrangement. For the first time, his partner spoke as they coupled, encouraging on, begging him to dump his seed in her, to put a baby in her. He sucked one tit and then the other as he slid in and out of her channel, nipping her lightly with his teeth as he did and was rewarded with moans of encouragement. He sucked harder, pushing her full breasts together so he could move quickly from one nipple to the other, pinching one as he sucked and bit the other. He barely had to move his hips as his usually buttoned-down professor grabbed his ass cheeks and slammed her warm, wet cut up against him again and again until he felt her shudder and her walls clench against him again and again, triggering his own orgasm, filling her, as she had demanded, with his seed.

He had expected Elowen to be mad, of course. He had gone home that weekend with a really nice plant he bought at a garden shop and a hang-dog look on his face. What he hadn't expected was for her to find a replacement for her special plan, a ménage à trois with one of her fellow Druid chicks. His buddy Trevor hadn't minded pinch hitting for him. They'd tried to patch things up. Dave reminded himself he didn't have too much right to be angry given the reason he'd blown her off on Earth Day, but things just weren't the same. Maybe if it hadn't been Trevor, he reasoned, he could have let it go, but he and Trevor went back to grade school. 

At least it hadn't all been for nothing. His final exam in "The Art of the Play" was marked with an A and the word "Success!" That fall he'd sometimes see Professor Riggin making her way across campus, her growing belly making it increasingly harder for her to walk briskly to class. True to her word, she never asked anything of him, never even told him the baby's name, but she did ensure him two more easy As, one in his sophomore year and one in his final year at college, colleagues of Professor Riggin with similar goals, similar ages, and similar finances. It caught him like a drug, he explained in that second letter to Felicity, to lay a woman on her back, to spread her legs and delve deep into where she was pink and soft and wet, to feel your cum spurting into her waiting body and then to watch that body swell and grow with a baby.

Felicity had finished the second letter, not sure if there would be a third or if he expected that to be enough explanation. They both had agreed that three kids were enough. Maybe, she thought, after Aubree was born, he had to look somewhere else to get that fix. Then the third letter came.

"You were the perfect wife, and we had the perfect life," Dave had begun. "I went to work each morning and made more money than I ever thought possible. We had everything we could want, and a few months after the wedding Todd was on the way. I thought it would be enough for me. I watched your belly grow and I realized it wasn't." Those three notches he had already put in his belt, three all-but-anonymous fucks that made three separate people walking around on the planet with his DNA somehow filled a need all the money and the house and the wife and beating his buddies at golf never would. He decided he would make it all but impossible for himself, but if he could find a situation that met his requirements, he would give himself permission not to cheat on his wife, he didn't think of it that way, but to do what his biology demanded of him. He put up an ad on Craig's List, never imagining anyone would respond to his rules. He demanded one meeting only, on Earth Day. Couples only, no single chicks who might decide their baby needed a daddy. The wife had to provide a clean bill of health, prove she was ovulating, and allow him to relinquish all parental rights. He insisted on talking to the husband and the husband being in the room; even on Earth Day itself he had turned down men who wouldn't look him in the eye or give him a firm handshake. He wasn't up for being part of somebody's cuckold fantasy, just doing what he needed to do without jeopardizing his marriage. But he had, he knew now, and he understood why she couldn't forgive him, and he would stop fighting the divorce.

And that was it. Felicity had turned the page over and over in her hands, wondering where the rest of it was. She had expected descriptions of what happened in all those motel rooms. How did the women prove they were pregnant, squat down to pee on an ovulation predictor stick so he could watch like he had watched Elowen all those times? What had the husbands done while Dave was trying to impregnate their wives? Held their hands? Watched football? Stroked their breasts and clits so they could feel like they were part of what was happening in front of them? Glad as she was that the divorce could go forward, she didn't understand Dave's sudden about-face. But that had been it. She had put the letters away in a drawer and built a new life with Arun. Dave made his child support payments without fail, sent birthday presents and called at the holidays to talk to the kids, but never asked to see them. The packages came postmarked from a town in Northern California. Felicity thought of that last letter, then pulled out her phone and sent off an email.

Dave's reply came while she was meeting with her therapist. She laughed and cried as she read his response, how he had reconnected with Elowen, how she understood his need, supported it even, loved him still. He had lost count of how many children he had fathered, not just on Earth Day now, but the summer and winter solstices, the spring and fall equinoxes, other days Elowen chose as sacred. He was happy, he hoped she was too. And she was, she realized, she really, really was.

* * * * * "I forgot to make lunch," Felicity said when Arun came in the door from his meetings. She was almost naked, a short silky robe hung open and off her shoulders. Arun could see her soft round breasts, still small and high even after nursing three children. He loved the soft curve of her, the pale light of her skin, the soft bow of her lips as she smiled at him. He crossed the room quickly, picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The robe hit the floor of the hallway as he carried her to their bedroom. Although it was still midday, Felicity had closed the blinds and lit candles, filling the room with a flickering light and the scent of candles. She lay back on the bed and watched as Arun, his eyes never leaving her face, pulled off his shirt, kicked off his pants and shoes, the soft mahogany of his skin glowing warm in the candlelight. 

He knelt between her legs, pushing them up with one hand under each thigh, breathing her scent in deep, the smell sweeter even than jasmine. One of her fingers tickled her clit as Arun's tongue explored her warm opening, pushing into her to find the taste that matched the sweet smell. "Be in me," she begged, knowing that an egg was ripe in her, knowing somehow that this would be the day the next chapter of their life began.

"With pleasure." The head of his uncock cock glistened as Arun knelt above his wife, kissing her deeply before he slid himself inside her. Slowly, slowly, they rocked together, Arun's climax building in him as Felicity's clit bumped against his sweat-slicked abdomen, pushing her toward her own release. Bodies joined together in candlelight and sweat, their moans filled the room until they came together, crashingly, his seed spreading out into her waiting womb.



The Good Samaritan



I had left the office and was on my way home, when I noticed Anne having trouble in starting her car; I went over and asked her if I could help. She said her car wouldn't start, and I said that I had no idea how to do anything about that, but I asked if I could give her a lift home.

I was Anne's boss and thought I should do my 'Good Samaritan' bit as she was stranded. It was her last day at work; she was leaving for another position elsewhere. 

Anne was married; she was young, twenty four years old and very pretty. I was single and had never been attached to anyone in my forty six years on this planet. 

As Anne was leaving this position, she needed to gather all her personnel belongings from work. She got all her things into her car, but I could not get all her things in my sports car, so got what I could with her in the front seat and said that I would deliver her other things to her tomorrow.

While we drove to her house, she had received a call from her husband to say that he would be late home, probably around midnight, so not to wait up for him.

After a cup of coffee, I thought I should leave, I made my excuses and said that I'd see her tomorrow with her other things.

I had never been to Anne's home before; it was dark and within a few turns I was lost. I drove down a narrow country lane, pitch black. 

I could see a few lights in the distance, I headed for them. I thought that I might find someone to ask directions from, but I was also bursting for a pee. I should have gone back at Anne's place, 'Shit.'

I approached what looked like a pub; there were three young men outside smoking. I parked my car and went towards the door and got naughty looks from the guy's. 

One of them was black, and seemed to be the shy one and didn't say anything, while from one of the other two I got a wolf whistle and the another one said, "Nice car sexy, don't worry we'll look after it."

Even if I say so, I have a great figure; I've seen and had many blokes in my time. That was the one reason why I never got serious with any one guy. I had a sexual appetite, and was always up for a bit of fun if the right person attracted my attention. 

Usually I would corner off two of the ones I fancy and let them show me a good time. I have often had threesomes, I like it that way as most men cum too quickly. So if one did blow too quickly then that gave me another one to keep things going. 

Well anyway; what one of them said had me worried to what they meant about my car, but didn't dwell on it for too long, I carried on into the pub. I found the loos and did what I needed to. 

As I left, I noticed two of the three boy's back at a table, the black shy guy and one of the other two white guys. I carried on and walked towards the exit door. I was about to push it open when it flew open by itself, I almost stumbled over. 

It had been opened from the outside by the third bloke I had seen on the way in.

He said, "Hi sexy that was quick, you in a rush darling?"

I steadied myself and looked at him and said with a wink, "I'm not your darling... stud."

He flicked his cigarette away, blew smoke just to the side of my face and said, "You got the stud bit right, babes."

He looked straight at me and smiled. I with a smirk on my face said, "Young boy I'd chew you up and spit you our before you knew what had happened." 

He let the door close behind me and said, "I'd like to see you try honey."

Where did he get all his references from, darling, honey, babes, what a dick-head! But the big 'BUT' was he looked very fit, he was very young, and very good looking. I wondered if he was as good as his ego lead him to be.

I looked at my car, and then back at him and said, "Sorry...Hun, but my carriage is a bit too small."

He looked at my car and nodded without saying anything. He then looked the other way down the street and said, "I've got a bigger one."

He looked at a people carrier a seven seater vehicle. I looked at it and thought 'what the hell,' I can do with a quickie. And he was a good looking bloke and seemed sure of himself. 

I looked back at him and asked, "How old are you son? Does your mother know you're out?"

He looked to the floor and chuckled, he lifted his head slowly and said, "I'm old enough, and I don't need anyone's permission to be out on my twenty second birthday." 

I smiled and said, "Happy birthday son."

He did look older than twenty, and I did wonder if it was his birthday, but what the hell, let's give him a present.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Okay sonny, but not where it stands, you'll have to find a better spot."

A big grin came across his face and said, "No problem mummy."

He stood up straight and crooked his elbow out for me to put my arm through. I looked at him for a second and said, "You're a bit of a poser really! Aren't you?"

I took his arm and we walked to the car. As we got to it he said, "Shit, just a second."

He ran back to the pub and kept me waiting there for a minute. He ran back and said, "Sorry babes, I had to get the keys."

I looked at him and asked, "Isn't this your car?"

He pressed the bleeper and opened the door for me and said, "No, a friend's, but he doesn't mind me borrowing it for an hour or so."

I got in and he walked briskly round to the driver's side. He got in and started to drive. He drove slowly and looked right and left, for a darkened ally I presumed.

We got to the edge of the village, and the road ahead was dark. My pussy had started to tingle and I felt it as it got wet.

He looked at me as I fidgeted in my seat and he asked, "You okay there babes, looking for a big one?"

My pussy dripped and that arse-hole wasn't making it better, I turned to him and said, "You think you've got the one for the job, do yah?"

He pulled over into a side turning; there were scattered street lights there, he pulled over and parked directly under one. With a tinted sunroof the street light filtered through just so that we could see each other.

He had obviously done that before. He turned sideways to me and said, "This fine for you babes?"

He placed a hand on my bare thigh and ran it up and under my short skirt. I grabbed it, stopped him and said, "You've been here before, haven't you?"

He squeezed my thigh and said, "Hey babes, I didn't say I was a virgin."

I pushed his hand down and said, "No, I didn't think you were."

He let go of my thigh turned back into the driving position and placed a hand onto the key and said, "If you're just going to be a prick-tease, we're out of here."

I laughed out loud and said, "A prick tease, I haven't been called that in a very long time."

He looked sideways to me and said, "We'll that's how you're coming across honey."

I wondered if he was aroused at all, I wondered if he had at least started to get a boner. If he called me a tease, then let's see. I without hesitating made a grab for his cock. He still looked at me, I stared back at him. And there it was there was something there, and it showed promise. 

I traced him out through his pants and squeezed it. He didn't flinch, I could feel his cock get harder as I squeezed it in several places along its length. 

I smiled at him and said, "If I'm a tease then it's certainly working."

He kept his eyes locked onto mine, he had a stern look. I with my other hand went to undo his pants and lowered the zipper. I did all that just by feel; I too kept my eyes fixed on his. 

I freed his cock from his boxers, and got a good firm grip around his shaft for the first time. Bastard was fat; a fat throbbing cock pulsed in my fist. I wanted to look at it, but resisted. I stroked him and felt the foreskin across the head. He leaked pre-cum, I ran a finger across the tip and smeared it around.

I smiled lightly and said, "You've got a fat little thing there sonny, it seems to be very wet. You haven't cum already have you?"

I said 'little' but he was far from that by the feel of it, he must have been a good seven inches, if not eight. I thought at that time 'If he hasn't cum, then this is going to be fun.'

He smirked and said, "It'll take more than your hand to make me cum, mummy."

I squeezed and stroked it just that bit harder. In return it felt harder and extremely hot. 

I leant forward and stuck my tongue out, he did too. We flicked our tongues around each other's, open eyed. 

He still had both hands on the steering wheel. We continued with our tongue twisting and I continued with my stroking of his manhood, I used both hands. One stroked his shaft and the other I had open palmed on top of his cock-head. I pushed down onto his big head and smeared his pre-cum onto it.

I broke away from his tongue and brought up my pre-cum soaked hand. I still looked at him and licked my palm, one long lick from the wrist to the tip of my fingers, I said, "Sweet little boy aren't we." 

He still held his glare, and I then said, "And don't call me your mummy, you big shit. I'm not your mom. I'm Alice, and I'm going to take you to my wonderland."

I let go of his cock and grabbed his head, I squeezed his head tight. I stuck my tongue deep into his mouth. I flicked and sucked on his tongue. I tried poking my tongue deeper and deeper down his arrogant throat. 

He had reached down to the seat and I felt us travel back away from the steering wheel. I let go of his head with one of my hands and took off my panties. I threw them into the foot-well.

I got hold of his head again with both hands; it was a bit tricky, but managed to get my leg around and straddled across him. I felt his hard wet cock on my outer pussy. I squeezed his cock between us. I lifted high to get that cock near my pussy's entrance, and then I rocked back and forth, left and right. 

Then there it was in position; I stopped kissing him and looked at him, he stared back. I did not move as he placed both his hands onto my hips and pushed me down, his cock went into me. I let out a gasp, "Fuck!" and my eyes closed.

He wasn't fully in; he withdrew and pumped as I bounced up and down slowly I got him in inch by fucking inch.

After the first initial entrance I had opened my eyes, and we looked at each other as he got deeper and deeper into me. 

He felt so nice, he was so hard; he stretched me out and opened me up. I felt great, as he pushed hard and fast. He brought me in with a tight hug. He licked and sucked on the side of my neck.

I was there, fuck I was so there. I'm not usually loud when I'm fucked, but that cunt was making me scream out loud, I cried out, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah, oh yeaahhh."

He kept fucking harder and made my orgasm last longer, it was glorious. 

We slowed down and came to a stop with his cock deep in me. I huffed and gasped for breath.

He said, "let's have a look at your tits love."

I reluctantly got off his cock and we both started to strip. 

He was very quick in removing his clothing, he moved into the back and started to lower all the rear seats so there was a large flat area. He lay on his back, held his hand out and said, "Come on love, jump on board."

His cock still glistened with my juices on it. I climbed over the front seat, took his hand to steady myself and moved into the back. 

He expected me to start fucking him, but I wanted to suck and blow him off. I grabbed his cock and started to stroke him. I held it at the base in my fist and there was plenty still to suck on. 

Before I put it in my mouth I stroked it slowly but with a firm grip, I watched his foreskin as it rolled over his big knob. I licked the head and savoured my juices mixed with his fresh pre-cum.

I looked at him as I slowly lowered my mouth onto his cock and took him in. I started slowly and built up to a hard suck and stroked him off vigorously. I twisted my fist around as I moved it up and down. 

He was perched up on to his elbows and looked at me as I blew him off. I had my eyes closed and was well away with his cock when I felt a hand on my head. I looked up and he said, "Swing your arse round love."

I kept his cock in my mouth and moved myself round. It was a tight space and found it a bit precarious to place my feet in certain places to get round. I managed and placed my pussy at his face. He instantly grabbed my arse with both hands and drew me in. He started to lick and suck my slit and clit. 

I again started my work on his cock and he was just as vagarious with my pussy as I was with his cock. 

The windows had steamed up and the whole car felt hot. All I could hear were sucking and slurping noises. 

He brought up my orgasm really nicely. I had to slow down on his cock, and lift my mouth off as I cried out, "Fuck that's nice."

I ground my pussy into his mouth, he continued to suck my clit and holy fucking hell I had another fantastic orgasm. I felt like I was on fire, I had to have that cock in me. 

I lifted my hips off him and let my orgasm subside. I was surprised and happy that he had not cum.

He let my arse go and I kissed his knob as I got up to move myself around on top of him. He again perched up onto his elbows as I grabbed his cock and pointed it to my pussy. I lowered down onto his cock and again took three to four bounces to get him fully in, it was his girth more than his length that took the time to get him fully in. 

It felt oh so nice having that thing spread me open again. I could not straighten right up, so was bent over slightly as I started to ride that stud, and he was undeniably a fucking stud.

I went up and down on him at a slow pace, I wanted to feel that fuck stick slide in and out, every throbbing inch by inch.

It felt incredibly pleasant as I went up and his cock pulled my inner pussy out. He stretched me wonderfully, I actually felt like there was a cock between my legs which entered my body.

He started to raise the pace and pushed harder, faster and deeper. I kept up with him and we were going at a frantic pace when I felt it again. I fell on to him and ground my pussy down hard to stop him from moving. My orgasm came hard.

I cried out, "Oh shit fuck yeah, yes, yes, yesss."

I pushed him down so hard he could not pump his cock into me. I stayed down and again forced my tongue down his throat. 

I released the pressure off his hips and he started to fuck me again. I held his face and fought his tongue, while we both started to fuck at a fast pace. 

Then, oh god how the hell did that happen, I cried out, "Fuckin' hell I'm cuming again."

I had never had two orgasms that close together ever. I had to pull away from his face otherwise I was likely to bite his tongue off. 

I closed my eyes tight, my teeth clenched. I raised my hips and kept still, I could not help but cry out again, "Fuck me harder, come on harder you bastard."

He pushed into me with his full length, hard and fast. Fuck that felt great and I told him, "That's it just like that, fuck, yes, yes, yesss." 

He placed his hands onto my hips and grabbed my flesh, he pushed me down onto his cock, and I knew that was it.

His thrusts became slow and deliberate; he pushed deep into me and raised me up with him. I felt his cock blow a load deep into my cunt. Oh god that felt so incredible, to have a cock that I felt in my cunt explode his cum deep into my tummy.

He blasted five, six loads while I cried out, "That's it cum in me blow it all, fuck yeah."

Holy shit he was good, I was so tiered and felt well fucked. I lay on top of him as he lowered us and we both panted heavily.

It took several minutes for me at least to come to some sort of normality. 

I raised my hips slightly higher and he flopped out of me. I rolled over and lay down beside him.

After a few minutes he got up first and started to put his clothes back on. I did the same when I had regained some strength. When we were finally clothed, he started the car and wound the windows down. 

We hardly spoke a word as he dropped me back at the pub. His two other mates were stood smoking outside again.

I walked back to my car and he walked over to the black guy and threw up the keys for him to catch and I heard him say, "Thanks mate."

I knew exactly what his mates were thinking, from the looks I got from them.

Both his mates went back in; my stud walked up to me, grabbed me and kissed me, he said, "You're a good fuck for an oldie."

I grabbed his cock and said, "You're not bad for a little boy." I knew he was far from little.

He let me go and as I walked away I said, "We'll have to do this again some time."

He smiled, winked and said, "I'm here with my buddies every Friday."

He stood at the door and watched me get into my car and start it up. I lowered the window and asked, "Do you know how to get on to the main highway from here."

After all, that was the main reason for me being there in the first place, I was lost.

He pointed me the way, and it seemed like I should have taken a right instead of a left from Anne's place.

The next day I finished work and was on my way to Anne to deliver to her the other belongings which I could not fit in yesterday.

Anne greeted me at the door and asked me to come in for a coffee, which I accepted.

Anne was seated across from me and noticed the hickey on my neck; she looked at my neck and pointed to hers, she asked, "You had a good night last night then."

I smiled broadly and said, "Yes I had a great time." 

As we continued to chat I heard the front door open and close. Anne looked at me and said, "That'll be Dave."

Dave was Anne's hubby; I'd not met him before. 

The sound of a few steps on the wooden floor, and then the door to the lounge opened and in popped Dave; the 'boy stud' from last night.

I took a deep gulp, and we both turned white as ghosts as Anne introduced us to each other. 

Well, we shook hands and said hello, but I felt so embarrassed; generally not my character at all, nothing phased me, usually.

The way we froze must have looked weird and Anne asked, "Have you two met before?"

Dave was still transfixed to me and I looked at Anne and said, "No I think I would recognise this handsome man if I had seen him before."

I squeezed Dave's hand as I let go of it. He seemed to 'wake up' and looked at Anne and said, "Oh... no... no I'm pleased to meet you Alice."

Anne asked me to sit down, but I made an excuse to leave and went home.

The next week went so slowly, work was busy but with my mind elsewhere, like on Dave's cock, it could not get to Friday quick enough.

The one thing that got my pussy wetter was when I thought of Dave's black friend being part of the act. I wondered a lot, all week if he and Dave were up for a challenge.

It was Friday; I had Anne's number so I called her. I wanted to make sure Dave was going to be at the pub, but I obviously could not ask Anne that directly. So I made out I called to see how she was and how she was getting on with her new job, just girly chat.

But I slipped in a query to her and asked if she was busy that night. She said she was not as Dave was out with his mates and she was on her own. Anne asked if I wanted to come round but I apologised and said I was already occupied with something that night.

So Dave was going to be where he said, I just hoped that his black friend was going to be there.

I finished off a bit earlier at work and rushed home. I set about preparations to my body for a good night out. I ran a hot bath while I cleaned myself up from my unwanted body hair from the usual girlie places.

Everywhere from toes to shoulders, my long legs, under my arms, but I gave special attention to my pussy, smooth as a babies... well, you know.

I took a long soak, I fingered myself but not to orgasm, I wanted to save that and hopefully more of them for later.

I did my hair; it took a while, its frizzy blond, shoulder length. I massaged lotion into my fit body and I put on some light makeup and I added my body scent. Before I put any clothes on I looked in the full length mirror, god I looked good enough to fuck, even if I did say so myself. 




The Good Samaritan



I put on my frilly bright green thong to match my eyes. I started to put on the matching bra but threw it back onto the bed. I thought I'd leave that as I don't really need it, my beauties stay up by themselves, they're as firm at forty six as they were when I was eighteen. I've had men spend literally hours on them. My nipples stuck out half an inch when in the right mood, they aren't as sensitive as they used to be, and that's good as I like having them sucked hard, pulled and twisted.

I like it all a bit rough as it adds to the whole sexual experience. Sex is only really enjoyable if there is some brute force applied to the right places at the right times. Otherwise it's just, well, love making, I'm not into that. Love, that's not me, not me at all. 

I put on my 'little black dress;' it's fairly thin, not see through, but I don't mind my nipples being out on show. I will though have a small jacket on top to start with. 

It was nine, and it would take me twenty minutes to get to the pub. I made my way downstairs and picked up my four inch black stilettos, I'll change into those later. I made my way to the pub.

When I got there, I was able to park exactly where I did last week, and as I looked down the street I noticed the people carrier further down. I got out and there was a guy outside smoking. I went past him and felt his stare on me as I walked through the door.

The place was not as busy as last week; I looked around and saw Dave sat at a table on his own. He looked up and his eyes popped out of his head. He stood up and said, "Well hello sexy, come on over."

He beckoned me over with his hand; I was a bit disappointed as his black friend was not there, I strolled over and said, "On your lonesome are we?"

He came around the table and gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "Let me get you a drink, what would you like?"

I sat down and started to feel that all I did earlier was a bit of a waste of time. I looked up and said, "Whisky double on the rocks."

I wanted to either drown or just get pissed and fuck Dave again on his own, which wasn't a bad thing as I knew he was more than capable of fucking me to multiple orgasms.

Dave came back with my drink; he still had half a pint on the table. He came round and sat back down. He looked at me and in a whisper he said, "Fuckin' hell you look great."

I didn't want to ask him straight out but needed to know. So I asked again, "You on your own then, no mates?"

He stared at me, like he was in a trance, and said, "Fuck, you're beautiful." 

He took a long swig of his drink and said, "I was going home too, as it got a bit boring in here tonight. You just missed Don he went home just a few minutes ago. It was just the two of us tonight. I hung back cause the bar owner wanted a word with me."

I asked, "Don... which one's that, did I see him last week?" 

Dave sat back in his chair and looked up as he said, "Yeah, you saw him; he's the quite one of us three. He's a year younger than me but is very shy, the black guy. His real name is Stan, but we've all called him Don, ever since school days."

My ears perked up and I wanted to know more, I asked, "So he's not coming back?"

Dave leant forward and grabbed his drink; he looked at it and said, "Nah, as I said he's just left. He only lives across the street."

Dave finished his drink and asked, "Would you like another or are we out of here?"

I still had half of my drink left; I still felt disappointed and cheated, so I stood and necked down my whisky in one and said, "Let's go."

He said, "Let me let the owner know that I'll come and see him later. 

As we both walked out I felt several eyes from around the bar, they bore into me; I didn't mind that one bit.

We got outside, he turned and looked at me and said, "It was Don's car, I don't have the keys."

I smiled and said, "You said he only lives across the street."

I looked over to the other side and scanned the properties from left to right, I asked, "So which one's his?"

Dave had a bit of a queried look on his face as he said, "I'm not sure he's on his own."

My smile broadened and asked, "Well let's go and find out shall we?"

He took hold of my hand and led me across the street. We got to one place where most of the lights were off apart from one in an upstairs window. 

Before he knocked on the door he turned round to me and said, "What if he's not alone?"

I pushed him forward with a hand on his back and said, "Then get the keys, stupid!"

He rang the bell; a light came on from behind the door. It opened just a few inches and Dave said, "Hi Don."

Don from just that opening could not see me; he said to Dave, "Hi, what's up?"

Dave was thinking of something to say, when I nudged him in his lower back. Don must have noticed and he opened the door a bit more and saw me.

Don smiled at me and then turned back to Dave and asked, "You want the keys?"

I looked at Dave as he nodded; I stepped closer to the door and saw that Don just had a towel wrapped around his waist. 

I looked at Don and said, "Hi Don, I'm Alice, what Dave really wants to know is, are you on your own here?"

Don looked back at Dave and said, "Yes my parents are on holiday for this week, Dave knows that."

Dave looked up to Don and said, "I know that but are you on your own tonight?"

Don smiled and said, "Oh, right on my own... yes."

Don leant forward and whispered into Dave's ear, "You want to use a room."

Although he whispered, I heard it. Dave said nothing he looked at Don and smiled.

Don opened the door further, invited us in and said "You can use my room, you know where it is."

Don closed the door; Dave walked on ahead, I stood there next to Don. He looked at me and said, "Just follow him."

I kicked off my heel's and stepped close up to Don, I kissed him on the lips and grabbed hold of the knot on the front of his towel and said, "You too sonny."

I pulled him as I walked towards Dave who was half way up the stairs.

By the time we got to the top landing Dave was not there, but I noticed a light on in one of the rooms, I headed for it. 

Dave was in and had started to take off his clothes. I pulled in Don and turned round to face him, I grabbed his head and said, "There's no formalities here tonight, no need to be the shy guy."

I kissed him hard as I poked my tongue down his throat. I felt Dave behind me, he had lifted my dress, and started to lick and suck on my arse cheeks.

I wanted to see if that black boy measured up to at least Dave's manhood. If it didn't then at least I knew Dave would give me a great fucking, and if it did, well then 'Hallelujah.' 

Don had a ripped body, a tight six pack which I had already noticed downstairs when he opened the door. 

I lowered one of my hands and undid the towel, it fell to the floor. While we looked at each other, I slowly ran my fingers up his thighs and felt a semi hard cock. My first impression was he's long; I stroked him softly while we engaged in another kiss.  

I was the only one with any clothes on, two pieces in fact. I let go of Don and Dave stood up. 

I stepped back and the two of them stood side by side. I raised my arms up, wanting them to take my little black dress off, I said, "Go ahead boys, let's have some fun."

Both of them came either side of me and raised my dress up and off the top of my arms. Dave had a hold of it; he threw it over to his clothes. I stepped back towards the bed and sat.

I placed my arms behind me and raided my legs up together; I looked at my thong and then back up at Don and said, "Would you mind."

Don came forward; he grabbed my thong and slowly slipped it off as I raided my hips up. 

He held it to his nose, sniffed it and threw it over to my dress. 

I gestured to them to come forward, both Dave and Don were hard, I'd seen Dave's cock before and I knew that was a good fuck stick. Don was longer and showed promise. I Spat on both my hands and started to stroke both of them.

Dave leaked per-cum, I ran a finger across the tip and smeared it around. I stroked off Don, and he seemed to get harder and a bit longer. I think it was his initial shyness that stopped his cock from springing to attention before.

As I mentioned Don was not as thick as Dave, but Don was longer at two whole inches, which made Don a fabulous ten, and Don was cut. 

I looked up at them both; Dave grinned and said, "That's why we call him Don, and not Stan."

I looked across to Don with a funny look and then back at Dave. Dave said, "Donkey that's Don."

I looked across to Don and said, "I've never fucked a donkey before, I hope you cum in bucket loads."

He looked across to Dave and then back at me and said, "I cum lots."

I bent down and began to lick and suck one after the other; Don also had pre-cum which trickled out. I stroked Dave's cock and rolled his fore-skin back and forth across the head.

I rubbed both their cock-heads together, I rolled their cock-heads around each other's and as I grinned and looked up at them both I said, "I bet this feels great."

They both nodded. And then I said, "I know I can make them feel even better."

I looked back up and asked, "Would you like that?"

They both nodded, I placed both their cock-heads so that they pointed to each other, and then ran Dave's fore-skin across Don's cock-head.

I got hold of the edge of the fore-skin and stretched it across Don's cock; I pulled tight and then held it in my fist. I stroked it back and forth. I looked up and they both had their eyes closed and faces like they were without doubt enjoying it. 

I wanted to know how their cocks would stand up to a real tight hard stroking. I still looked at their faces as I tightened my grip. I began to stroke them fast.

I felt their cock-heads under Dave's foreskin, the heat had built up and I was amazed that neither of them had cum even after five minutes of that docked wank off. 

They were both so fucking hard. I just beamed within myself and thought if they could withstand that, then I'm in for a better fucking than I had hoped for.

I had the tightest grip and still even after seven or eight minutes they seemed to want more. But my wrist got fatigued, I had to stop.

I took both of them into my mouth and the heat that came off both their cocks was amazing. I sucked off both as I wanked off each cock.

I sucked and licked their cocks, they both had a hand on my firm tits and pinched and twisted my long hard nipples.

It made me feel great, I took out their cocks and smacked them against each other. I was at a quandary as to who I wanted in my soaked wet pussy first. 

Although I class myself as a dirty fucking bitch when it comes to sex, I was not into anal. Did it once and thought then I never want that again!

But before I get at least one, I wanted, no, I needed my pussy eaten out. I wondered who I should give that honour to.

I stood up and pushed Dave onto the bed on his back, I said "Turn round, head over the edge."

He moved round with his head about a foot from the edge of the end of the bed. I got up and straddled over his face. 

He immediately started to lick and suck on my clit. Fuck that felt good, just what I needed.

Don had already moved to in front of me, I grabbed his ten inch wonder and pulled him forward. I bent forward and began to blow him off and my pussy let go of a fabulous electric shock. I ground my pussy into Dave's face as my cunt released a flow of my nectar.

I stroked and sucked Don's cock, hard, he seemed to love it. He pushed his cock deeper down my throat with each thrust. I had a firm grip and twisted my fist around his magnificent fucking tool. 

Dave had his hands on my hips and pulled me into his mouth as he sucked on my clit. 

I had that black bastard in my mouth for another ten minutes as Dave gave me yet again another fab orgasm; my cunt flowed like a river.

I had to pull Don out to grab my breath. I wanted a cock in me; I reached behind my back with one hand and took hold of Dave's cock. I squeezed and stroked him to assess his hardness, that thing was ready for fucking. 

Reluctantly I got off Dave and asked him to turn round. He sat on the edge of the bed and lay down. His legs dangled down and he held his cock up ready for me to sit on. 

Now Dave's got a fat cock and I knew I'd have a bit of a struggle to get him in even with my pussy as wet as it was. 

I straddled across him in reverse cow girl style and lowered myself down. I felt his cock-head at my entrance and I felt his hands on my hips. I lowered down and got two or three inches in. Fuck, he was fat, I've had him before but it just felt even bigger. 

And then he slapped my arse, I looked round at him sharply; the look on his face went from a smile to a boy who just got scolded. I smiled and said, "Again, harder!"

A beaming grin returned to his face as he slapped my other cheek, and he slapped it harder. God that was great, I loved the sound, the feel and the sting the slap gave.

I bounced up and down to get him in and he thrust up as we then got fully engaged. I sat on him fully embedded to savour the feeling.

I grabbed Don's cock again and licked him from his balls to his big cock-head. I started to suck him off and also started to ride Dave.

Dave continually groped and slapped my arse. He ran his hand up my back slowly and back down again. Don groped and squeezed my tits one after the other; he pinched and twisted my nipples. 

Oh my fucking god I was there again, and had to get Don out from between my teeth before I bit his cock off, I shouted, "Fuck that's fuckin' nice." 

Dave banged away at my cunt and I re-engaged with Don's cock. I began to twist my fist on his cock harder and tighter, he was so hard and pumped. 

Five minutes later I felt Don's hand on my head, I looked up and he had his eyes closed and his face told me he was about to cum.

I began to jump up and down on Dave faster and stroked Don off quicker. I knew Don was close, I let go of his cock and swallowed seven of his ten inches. He blew his load straight down my throat. He blew a massive hot load which almost had me choked, but I knew I could handle that. 

He blew another four fab loads as I put my hand back onto his cock to ease out a bit more. And he did as he flinched back and forth and delivered a couple of smaller spurts. He tasted so young, it was heaven.

Dave still fucked me hard and fast, he could see Don had blown his load. And he still groped and slapped my arse. 

I was almost on the verge of another orgasm, when Dave pushed me off, he turned me round so fast and pushed his cock into my mouth. He held my face in both hands and fucked my face vigorously.

I was in shock that he kept it up at that pace for what must have been two to three minutes.

I saw Don sat on the bed, his chest heaved up and down gasping out loud. Dave eventually slowed down; he withdrew his cock, strands of saliva hung between my mouth and Dave's fat cock, beads ran down my neck.

He gasped for breath and I myself panted loudly. What was the bastard thinking force fucking his cock down my throat. I looked around and Don had just about recovered himself, his breathing was slow and controlled. 

I waited and got some sort of normality back to my breathing. I looked up to Dave and his chest still heaved but slower. I looked back down to his cock and grabbed it at the base, he was still hard. I pulled back his foreskin to reveal his purple head. I slapped his cock hard, just as hard as he had slapped my arse. 

I slapped it several times; he never stepped back or complained. I slapped my tits and nipples with his cock. Don looked over and smiled at me.

I thought it was time, I need both of them in me. But first I needed to see if I could get Don's donkey dick back up again.

I leant across and stroked him; I sucked him softly, as I rolled my tongue around his cock-head. Youthful bastard was getting hard again, but slowly. I sucked and stroked gently, I wanted to feel his fucking tool grow to its full potential in my hands and mouth. He was there, he was pumped and well fucking hard. Okay, let's do it.

I asked Don to lay down; I mounted over him and grabbed his cock from between my legs. I placed him at my entrance and there were a few of my pussy drops which landed onto his cock-head, it aided his cock into me. 

I knew entrance would not be difficult with Don's cock as Dave's cock was thicker and I had managed him. But it was the length of that Mandingo's ten blood fuelled inches which I felt slip deeper into me. 

In he slipped as I went down; I managed to get half of him in in the first attempt. The challenge was still there, to get it all in. I bounced up and down and on each thrust, he pushed up and eventually we were both contented, he, to my amazement was all in. 

Fuck it felt so fantastic, I almost had an orgasm as I sat there fully impaled. I looked down to Don and said, "Got yea."

I rose and fell with his hands on my firm tits. Dave came across and offered me his fat cock to suck on, which I eagerly accepted.

We all fucked, sucked and groped each other for quite some time. 

I let go of Dave and said, "Get in there with donkey."

Dave moved behind me as I lay down on top of Don. Dave lowered himself and I felt him as he stabbed his cock towards my pussy. 

I spread my legs wider and pushed back to try and help him get it in. I felt it as it popped in and opened me up. I gave out a loud cry, "Fuck, fuck in hell."

Dave pushed harder and I felt him slip in, we all lay still for a minute. It was Don who moved first and started to fuck me. Dave soon followed his lead and also started to fuck me at the same pace. 

They both built up a nice rhythm between themselves, as one went in the other pulled out. My cunt supplied copious amounts of lubricant for their cocks. It felt so out of this world, I was in a better place than heaven.

I felt like I was being fucked by two hard cocked studs. I bet their cocks felt great to them. I knew I felt fucking amazing, my cunt felt so stretched and had never been opened that far apart before. As I have mentioned, I do like threesomes, and have had two cocks in me before, but never has there been two gloriously large cocks in me together before. 

When there have been two in me, their rhythms are never in time with each other. Usually each does his own thing, blows his load and withers away. But these two were different, I just did not know what, but they both knew what the other was doing and the pace between them was amazing.

I was being double fucked, and double fucked fucking well. I loved it. 

I kissed Don as they both fucked me so wonderfully. I thought to myself, there I was a forty six year mature woman being fucked by twenty one and twenty two year old studs. Both their ages together were still younger than me. Fuck that was so gratifying to know just by itself.

After a while I felt the boys had picked up the pace and were fucking me into the home straight. I had an orgasm every five minutes; I relished each and every one of them.

They seemed to change from one in one out, to both in and out together. In itself that felt incredible. It felt like one massive cock fucking me. I did not want it to stop, ever. 

Boy these studs could fuck; how they fucked me for so long I'll never know. I didn't want to know. They fucked me through several sweet almighty orgasms. And my body still supplied the sweet slippery fluids of my wanton cunt. 

My mind was being blown off my body with all the sheer delight of the strength of the orgasms these studs drove me through. 

It was Dave who I felt went out of time, he slowed down, and he grabbed the sides of my hips and plunged in deep and blew four or five loads of his cum. 

Don had slowed down while Dave blasted his loads. And then picked it back up as I felt Dave's cum moisturise Don's cock and my cunt.




The Good Samaritan



Dave slipped out and rolled off me to the side, which left Don to fuck me as hard as he liked. And he did, he really picked up the pace and slammed into me. He fully buried his donkey cock into me with every thrust. Fuck I had a continual flow from my cunt which sent waves of pure ecstasy through from my cunt to my tits, nipples and head. 

My head sway from side to side as we fucked each other. I had a hold of Dons head with both hands as I rode him like a bitch on heat.

And it was then as I had what felt like my hundredth orgasm. I felt Don slow and with long, deep, pulsing and deliberate thrusts he started to blow his loads of searing hot cum, which passed from that young black boy into my mature, fit, white physique.

He blew several large loads, which ran out of my cunt and splattered over our legs and bodies. He literally blew a fucking ocean into me.

On his final load he pushed in deep which lifted me well off the bed, and lowered me slowly as his and my orgasmic sensations came down from the ceiling. His cum gushed out of my cunt and onto the bed. 

I fell back onto him and we lay panting and heaved for breath. I felt Dave's hand on my back as he caressed it from top to bottom. 

I looked sideways to Dave as he grinned broadly and he said, "Alice, welcome to donkey's wonderland."

It was then I think I realised that that was not the first time those two had fucked a woman together, bastards; it was their plan from the start. 

Needless to say, we got together on more occasions than I can remember, but back at my place as Donkey's parents were back home.



The Good Samaritan



I didn’t. Her vocalization was a major turn-on as she moaned with each forward thrust, meeting them with backward thrusts of her pelvis, wanting me deep in her. One hand crept back to tickle her clit with her nails, occasionally reaching even farther back to brush against my cock and balls, sharing her lust with me and goading me on.

Elena’s groans became shorter and higher-pitched as she neared orgasm. I could tell she was almost there. Her head flopped forward, then jerked back as she reached her peak.

“A-A-A-AAHH!” she gasped, eyes tightly shut, head back and mouth open as she came. Her pussy rippled on my cock, but I thought about icebergs and snowdrifts and blizzards and managed to hold back even as I continued to pump her. Her head flopped forward, her hair brushing the bed, and for a minute it was all she could do to stay on all fours. 

Then, like a racehorse at the starting gate, she responded to the signals of her rider and began to fuck me back, eager to receive the pleasure I was inflicting on her. Elena’s hands found her nipples and manipulated them, twisting and pulling as I brought her around the clubhouse turn and romped her toward the finish line again.

“Fuck me… fuck me… oh God, I’m so close… almos’ there… almos’… AAAH!”

She spasmed under me as I felt her female oils squirt onto and around my cock and once more I had to concentrate to keep from shooting into her. Once more, I paid no attention to her moaning as she wound down, but kept on fucking with the steady rhythm I’d established; and once again my Filipina thoroughbred rose to it. Slick with sweat, a tiny thread of drool at one corner of her mouth, Elena lifted her head and concentrated on using her cunt to milk my cock as we galloped up the straightaway in the third race. She gave it all she had, determined to meet me at the finish line this time.

She knew a lot of tricks and used them all as I laid down the driving beat and she wove the melody with her talented twat, but I wanted to conquer this Oriental dish well and truly. It gave me just enough control to resist her pussy’s insistent urging to let go. 

Gasping in the air she needed, she did fuck like a mink with her tail on fire. Elena was an insatiable slut once she got going. I let go of her waist with one hand and pushed down with two fingers at a pressure point between her cunt and her anus, a place I’d heard directly stimulated the G-spot.

“Oh, you nevah give up,” she cried. “How can you… oohhh… nooo… I wan’ you to… ah… ah… ah… AHHH!” And she came again.

I knew I probably could not last long enough to wring a fourth climax out of her, but I wanted to try. I continued to hammer away at her cunt as she came down from her peak. Elena looked over her shoulder and pulled away from me. My cock popped out of her, and she rolled onto her back, pushing her tits together.

“Fuck my tits,” she said hotly. “I wan’ you to cum on my face. Give me your cock, big man. I want your cum, give it to me!”

I knelt over her and shoved my dripping prick into the valley between her pretty boobs. She tried to lap the head as it went in and out below her neck, but couldn’t quite reach it, so she pursed her lips and blew on it, interspersing words with her breath.

“Pretty cock… such a good fucker… le’ me drink your cum… go on, cum on me… shoot off on my face… fuck my tits… give me your cum…”

Listening to Elena beg aroused me too much to hold back any longer. My strokes got shorter and sharper, the head seeking out friction, and I felt myself going. I pulled all the way back and grabbed my cock, aiming at her mouth.

“Yes!” she moaned “Cum on my face! Shoot in my mouth! Give me your spunk!”

My cock jerked and a glob of cum splashed into her open mouth. The next two shots landed on her face and chin, and as the intensity ebbed, the last couple of squirts landed on her tits as I groaned with relief and release.

With one hand, Elena rubbed my sperm into her breasts as she grabbed my cock with the other. She slid down to get her mouth on it and licked me, a pleased expression on her face. When she was done, she gathered up the juice on her face with a finger and sucked it clean, to me an incredibly erotic act. She gave me a gentle push and I let her up.

I expected her to either head to the bathroom or snuggle up to me. Instead, she walked across the room to her vanity and opened a drawer. She took some things out of it and walked back to me, a look of mixed impishness and raw lust on her face.

“What do you have there?” I asked.

Elena brought her hands up so I could see what she held. In one hand, she held a ‘string of pearls,’ an Oriental sex toy consisting of a heavy strand of large glass marbles with a safety plug and pull ring on one end. They're inserted into the anus and as the woman climaxes, s-l-o-o-w-l-y pulled out to heighten her orgasm. In the other, she held a length of silver chain with two clamps on the end, a nipple chain meant to either tease or torture a woman’s nipples depending on how tightly the clamps were fastened onto them.

“I like you, my big stud-horse. We have all night, an’ I like it when a man takes charge of me like you did. I won’ let you go out to pasture. When you’ve recovered, I wan’ you to ride me some more, and we’ll make it las’ a good long time with these toys. An’ then, who knows? Maybe we keep each other awhile.

“You like th' idea?”

I liked.

I've been seeing Elena for six months now. You know, maybe there IS a difference between a fairy tale and a soldier’s story!