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Angela

By: Frank



This is a true store about what happen to me a year or so ago, My name is Frank and I am fourth-five years old. I never knew that I would meet women that would be as vigorous as Angela. I want to tell you my store. I hope that all of you have this happen to you a lest once in your lifetime. This is only the first chapter of my store and if you like it I will share with you the others. 

About a year ago my relationship of ten years ended, and I was forced to move out of the house we rented together I told her that I would move within the month. But she was making life unbearable. I was compelled to move the following weekend. The only thing available was a house to share. I looked it over a nice four bedroom in a good area and decided to take it. The person I would be sharing the house with was a woman named Angela. She was happy to have me move in. She needed the money and the fact that I was good at repairing things around the house helped. She was in the process of getting a divorce after fourteen years of marriage. So she may have been a little lonely too. Angela was born in El Salvador and is a nice looking woman and carried herself well. She is a year older than I. She stands five feet tall and weights about 100 pounds with long black hair extending three quarter of the way down her back and lovely brown eyes. Her breasts are of average size, but firm and a small 28-inch waist.

Over the next few months we became the best of friends doing almost everything together. Bar-B-Q going out to dinners and drinks, drives to the beach, and taking in a movie. When she went shopping I went with her. With all the time we spent together I could not help but want to be a lot closer to her, That little Latin was getting to me. It had been months since I had gotten laid, I wanted Angela, but I did not want to rune our friendship or worst having to move again. But all that changed!

It was a warm Friday evening, Angela and I both had the weekend off, We decided to go out to our favorite Thai restaurant for dinner and then watch a video. We both took quick a shower and got ready to go. Angela was dressed in a nice low cut blouse and a pair of matching jeans. She had some cleavage showing. I am sure she was not wearing a bra, by the way her breasts moved. I wore a pair of 501 levies and a light blue shirt. The dinner was great, but my eyes kelp drifting to her breasts She caught me looking at her a few times, but only smiled. There was a lot of small talk over dinner; Angela drank two small bottles of sake during the dinner, She is not a drinker so I know that she was feeling it. On the drive home she sat very close to me. When we got home I put the video on and got her and I a drink. The movie had a few passions love scenes in it. That seemed to get us warm up. So there we were sitting on the couch watching a hot video, I knew that I had to do something. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her slowly toward me. I started rubbing her neck and back, moving my hands over her shoulders. She loved it and started telling me were she wanted to be massage and that it felt great." Rub hear, rub there, A little lower" After a few minutes of this She turned toward me. Our eyes locked, placing one hand behind her head I pulled her toward me. Our lips met in a soft kiss. My arms went around her and hers around me. We kissing and hugging like that for a long time I could feel her body moving against me. Her lips opened, my tongue probed the opening. Our soft kisses turned to passion ones, Our bodies move closer together, a small ember begin to burn inside us. My tongue probed deeper Her breasts pressing against my chest, I moved my lips to her neck and begin to trace kisses from one side to the other, Her body responding, convulsing against me. I move my hands slowly up down her back, pulling her closer as I did. 

My hands travel freely over her back until they came to rest on her firm ass. Angela begins to grind into me My body move to meet her pulled her closer, until there was no space between us, Her jerking pelvis responded We were now caught up in our animalism desire. The dancing of our bodies became more intense, the inferno burned, there was no turning back, we were out of control. My hands roamed over her ass, feeling her firmness. My lips moved back to hers, I plunged my tongue deeper into her mouth, our tongues met, I moved one hand slowly upward toward her breast, keeping the other on her ass. There was no hurry, I knew that we would share the night, But I was unable to restrain myself, I wanted her and I wanted her now! I could feel my manhood began to swell. My hand continues upward until I reached her breasts. Slowly I moved my hand over her breasts; low moans escaped her lips... "Ohhhhh" I could feel the heat from her body as my hands roamed hungrily over her. My lips begin to decent down her neck trailing kisses along her chest, pause hear and stopping there to pay homage to her body. All the while my fingers played with her heated breasts I could feel her nipples enlarging, trying to push there way through her blouse Another moan. Escaped from her lips. "Agggg..." I moved my lips lower, kissing her straining breasts and nipples through her blouse. 

"Ohhhhhhh... Mmmm..."

Finally I moved my fingers and lips to the top of her low cut blouse and the valley of her heaving breasts. My fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. One by one I forced open each button of her tight fitting blouse and slowly remove it. She was not wearing a bra. Exposing her tantalizing natural swelling breasts, Her dark colored aureoles were the size of silver dollars with nipples that stuck out a half inch. Screaming for attention. All of this framed by her satiny Latin skin. Her breathing increased rapidly, as I began sucking on her tits, A soft moaning came from her lips. 

"Aaaaa..." Angela pulled me closer, offering up one breast and then the other. I was like a youngster in a candy store. Greedily I take her nipples in my month and slowly rotate them back and forth with my lips and teeth. Angela moans grow louder. "Ooohhhhh..." I run teasing circles around her nipples. Her chest rising and falling uncontrolled, The moaning growing deeper, She increased the grinding,... thrusting her hips forward, intently and shaking violently.

I pushed her onto her back and lay beside her. I started kissing her belly while working my way down to her waist. At the same time my hand moved from her ass to the front of her jeans, At the first touch of my hand to her crotch she pushed frantically upward against my hand. I had worked my lips to the top of her jeans while trying to open the top button. Angela tried to push me away. 

"NO, STOP! DON'T DO THAT!!!! NO" The top button pop open and then another. ... Creating a path for my lips to follow, exposing her panties, I continue a trail of kisses downward. I push her jeans down to her keens. She helped me remove them and her shoes. Angela is now cloth in only a pair of dark green panties. I did not remove her panties but begin raining kisses through then and onto lower belly and crouch. Again she makes an attempt to push me away. But her arms fall to her side. My lips reached her pubic mound. 

"PLEASE STOP, OH PLEASE OH! OH! NO!! NO!! OHHHHH O GOD STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEE "The smell of her essence filled the air. I move my lips lower to the vee of her panties placing heated kisses upon her. I pulled the crouch of her panties to one side, reveling her moist hair cover slit. My tongue flicked out parting the outer lips of her pussy, She moan loudly spreading her legs wider. "Ohhhhhh Aaaa!!" now screaming she presses her pussy against my lips. My fingers spread her lips farther apart. My tongue flicked out again, searching for the centerfolds of her pussy, finding what I was searching for I dive into her. She thrust wildly against my tongue. My tongue snakes into her again and again, The radiance of her pink moistened channel is now visibility. I moved my tongue upward climbing toward her clitoris, which is already extended. 

As I reached higher my tongue flicks across her clitoris, it became more enlarged and enhanced Slowly I reach out to suck on her love button, rolling it just as I had her nipples. And this was all she needed. To push her over the edge.... She shudders wrapped her legs around my head, trying to pull me aggressively to her. She trembles, holding her pussy against my lips, Immediately she begins to come "Aaaaaaaaa Ohhhhhhh No one has ever... Aaaa Ohh... done that to me!!! Ohhhhhh OH GOD!" Her legs start shaking, juices flowing from pussy and onto my face. This last for a minute or more. Slowly her climax subsides. I release her. Angela lays they're quivering, her heart pounding. The only sound is her heavy breathing. My lips return to her clitoris, I begin to kiss and lick her. As I am sucking on her clit once more She explodes in yet another climax, "Aaaaggg!" only this one being more violently than the first. Shaking she opened her mouth to scream but only a deep "Aaaa..." came out; she can only lay there, not moving, her eyes glazed, legs locked. 

I let Angela lay there so that she could gather herself. She still has on her panties but there is a dark wet spot on them, they are soaked. She laid there breathing deeply as if she had just run a race. There was a small smile on her face. She turned to me after a few minutes and said in a deep voice that she had never felt anything like that in her life. No one had ever done that to her. She had only heard of men kissing women there .It was the first time she ever had an orgasm She had never felt anything more exciting. She tells me that I am only the third man that she had ever been with. Her boy friend in El Salvador who father her children. 

Her husband whom she did not have sex with until after they were married. Neither had ever wanted to kiss and lick her pussy. They did want her to give them oral sex, Which she only tried once. But she did not like it and refused to do again. What she said next shocked me. She said that she had not had sex in over seven years, It seems that her ex- husband was unable to get a hard-on and refused to do any thing about it. He would not go see a doctor he only hoped the problem would go away. This was the first time she had any sexual contact in all that time. I still had on my clothing so I remove everything until I was naked. There standing before her was my manhood erect and ready, the head a deep purple, Her eyes widening as she gazes at the nine inches in front of her. "Oh my god! .. I don't know it I can take all that, You have to be easy with me. It's been a long time," she mumbles. I could only smile down at her, saying nothing.

I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, my hands roaming freely over her body. I move my lips to her tits, causing the nipples to extend even more. At the same time I moved my hand down to her pussy hidden beneath her panties I started rubbing her through them She push her pussy up against my hand. I slowly kissed my way down her belly and onto her panties; I then placed my hands on each side of her panties and pulled them down and off her legs. There before me is her moist triangle it is sparely covered with her black pubic hair. This was the first time that I had seen her completely naked She has a well-maintained body. I moved my hand back to her exposed pussy, I tried inserting a finger into her, She was very moist, but she rolls away and said "No, I want your dick there, I want it NOW! NOT your fingers!" Okay, if that what she wanted I was only to happy to give it to her, 

I clamber between her legs; I lower my lips to her to love center once more. There is no need to part her lips, as she is all ready open, her clit standing at attention. Once more she responded, becoming more aroused as I kissed and licked all around her clit and slit, I drive my tongue into her, Angela sweet juices begin to flow. Instinctively she pushed her pussy up into my face, her clit aching for attention, I savoring the sweetness of her, lick on her clit I hear her moaning. Pushing myself up onto my keens I moved my swollen manhood up to her outer lips and rub against her. They seem to open wider. Her juices have lubricated her. I plunge into her, advancing only a few inches. Stopped by the tight embrace of her pussy. . I am encircled by her heated tightness, I feel as if I am taking a virgin. 

Moans escape from Angela lips, "Aaaaaa..." They are from the stir and delight that she is experiencing, I press deeper into her. "Aaagggg," she moans. It had been more than seven years since she had been penetration; there is a mixture of pain and pleasure on her face. I continue my invasion upon her vagina. "Ohhhh" she cries. Slowly I moving deeper into her tightness; she locked her legs around my waist and pulled every inch of my swollen cock deeply into her. "Ohhhhhh Aaaaa Yyyyes!" came from her lips. I now lay all the way within her. I dare not move, I lay there letting her grow accustom to me. Slowly but deliberately she began a grinding motion beneath me her pussy pushing upward .We are consumed be our hunger. I begin to move with her Gradually building to a rhythm, Our bodies working together, racing toward fulfillment, Her warmth increasing, the tightness of her pussy was more than I could withstand. I moved faster and faster, deeper and deeper I plunge within her. 

She tightens her love muscles around my cock, the friction growing greater. Her moans grew louder, "Aggguuuu... Yes Yes... NOW! Ohhhh!" Angela arches her back and screams in pleasure, "Aaaaa!!!" She explodes in a tremendous orgasm, I lunge into her one final time, sending myself over the edge, Shooting a tide of semen deep within her, I erupted again and again filling her with my seed. We collapse, our bodies tangled together. 

We laid that way for a long time, not moving. Slowly I pull out of her a soft "Aaagg!" slips from her lips. Angela gets up and cleans her self up. She comes back with a warm damp wash cloth and washes me off. She leans over me and whispered in my ear. "I WANT MORE!" She then pulls me up leads me toward the bathroom. Saying, "Come on, let's get a shower!" we head for the bathroom.

Angela



If, as you read this, you begin to wonder if something came before it, it did, 'Christine. A tale of lust.' 

*

Ten weeks on and I had still not discussed books with Christine, nor had we amused ourselves with any significant discourse. Routinely, I arrived at her house at nine-thirty, after her kids were in bed, indulged in rampant pink sex and left at mid-night. As she was delighted to accommodate me just about every other night I was not complaining, but it was an odd relationship. She had added a pink armed chair to her bedroom, where a surprising amount of our coupling took place: so much so, that the chair had already acquired a dark stain down its front immediately under Christine's hot slit. A crack that gaped, regularly and was frequently driven on to dribble an excess of that thick, slick, white, lubricant which over-excited women excrete so copiously.

One deeply pink night, after Christine had taken delight in her numerous orgasms, she declared, "Adrian we have to talk." To me, this sounded like the beginning of the end.

"Remember when we first met?"

"How could I ever forget."

"Don't be flippant! When we met at first it was my friend Angela who looked after my kids for the afternoon. Well, in two weeks' time it's her birthday: I've always wanted to give her a truly valuable present, one that she would never forget."

"So?"

"Now I have something really precious that I might be able to give away, well lend actually: I want to lend you to her."

"What?"

"I want you to tease her and then please her: just like you do to me. She hasn't had a man in ages; I mean years, and she's really jealous of me."

"You want me to rodger your best friend, for her birthday present?"

"Yes and I'm going to watch: but you're not to say anything and you must not come, because I will be absolutely desperate by the time you've finished."

"You want to watch me screwing -- no fucking, let's call a spade a spade -- you want to watch me fucking your best friend and you are anticipating that you are going to enjoy this?"

"What an excellent précis: agree right this instant, my little sex-pot, and..." she considered this, for a second or two, "I'll suck you off before you go." Christine was, normally, less than enthusiastic about me spurting into her mouth; so she was offering a generous treat. Usually, in order to obtain this particular favour, I had to torment her to the point where she begged me to permit her to be complicit with any of my sexual foibles: and even then her consent was inevitably subject to the proviso that I first guaranteed her a long succession of orgasms.

"OK," I replied, dubiously. I had already come once but Christine honoured her promise: she not only licked and sucked upon my helmet but also gently stroked my shaft with those deft fingers of hers. All too soon I was pumping thick white seed into her mouth.

The date of Angela's birthday arrived. I turned up bang on time and as Christine admitted me she reminded me that I was not even allowed to utter a single syllable, whatever I might encounter, even if I found myself totally shocked.

"Just what the hell have you got planned," I enquired; beginning to have serious reservations about the evening ahead.

"Wait and see. Now get undressed down here." As I disrobed Christine told me, "Angela has just had a lovely long bath and I soaped her thoroughly, so everywhere is perfectly clean, although some bits of her do seem to remain persistently moist".

When we entered Christine's pink love nest I almost broke my promise. There was certainly an unfamiliar woman sat in her pink chair, but she was not only stark naked but tightly lashed to it. Her legs were split wide apart, spread over the arms, with her ankles firmly bound to the legs. Her arms were immobilised equally thoroughly, around the back of the chair. Moreover, she was blindfolded: Angela was older than Christine, her hair was black and she had a rather grey, more lined complexion. She was a good bit plumper than Christine, but not excessively fat; she was, all-in-all, rather less attractive. Whatever her looks, I was already becoming painfully stiff.

"Ready for your present Angela?"

"Yes, definitely; whatever it is."

"It's the best sex toy ever: now, you are absolutely convinced that you want this?"

"Of course I do."

I went across and kissed her hard on the mouth. She responded with unbridled enthusiasm. When we were done Angela exclaimed excitedly, "It's a man; it's a man... God, is it Adrian?"

"You'll never know who it is, and you are now asking too many questions." Christine came across with a ball on a rope and proceeded to use it to gag Angela.

I started with Angela's nipples. They were smaller than Christine's, not so dark but they still puckered up nicely when sucked upon. Now, unless Angela protested violently -- which is difficult when you are gagged --, for some teasing. I licked Angela's palms, then the crooks of her elbows and finally her armpits. She squirmed delightfully. After this I paid a great deal of attention to her ear lobes and neck; her breathing deepened and slowed: she was enjoying my attentions with undisguised abandon. 

After a quick return to her nipples, I indulged in some serious toe sucking and foot licking. I had to be very careful; she was far more ticklish than Christine, but she was soon sighing contentedly. Now, first lick the backs of her knees and subsequently nibble the flesh inside of her plump, soft, white, thighs, occasionally brushing the extremities of her dark bush with the tongue. This sequence of actions extracted a series of increasingly rhythmic moans from Angela.

She was ready, and I squatted back on my haunches to admire my handiwork: she was, already, intolerably randy; perfect for a trial of teasing. Initiating a really good pussy tease is always facilitated by a little, light, humiliation. I very slowly slid two fingers into her exceptionally moist fanny. I rotated them, gently, to give them a thorough coating with her natural juices. I withdrew them, pulled her gag aside and forced those two well lubricated digits between her lips; drawing them, gradually, across her tongue so that she was forced to savour the full extent of her own desires. Success, she blushed; not just her cheeks but her neck, followed by the top half of her chest, they all lit up crimson. She rapidly regained her composure, however, clamping my fingers between her teeth and then swirling her tongue around them. 

A single flick of my tongue across her clit was sufficient to draw a gigantean half-sigh, half-moan, from Angela. This was, clearly, a very intense sensation; one that I was going to repeat frequently, for a while. The trick is in the timing, keeping the intervals long enough to prevent orgasm and sufficiently irregular so that the unfortunate subject of your attentions never knows when the next one will be. Unbound Christine could take five minutes of this but poor Angela; I glanced at the bedside clock -- a pink clock, of course -- Angela was going to endure at, the very least, one half of one whole hour.

Initially Angela simply sighed and moaned, then her eyes glazed and her lids drooped. Subsequently, her fanny began to dribble and pulsate quite audibly; the entrance to her vagina was making tiny fart-like noises, all of its own accord. Her bum glistened with the juices that had dribbled down them; juices which, subsequently, suffused into the seat of the pink chair.

Next time a towel would be a good idea, a pink fluffy towel, and Christine would be my hapless victim. Angela began to swear, fluently: "Shag me, you sodding bastard, fuck my cunt you damned pig." I broke off and reintroduced her to the gag: now all we got was, "muuummfffff and ummmfff " and poor Angela began to drool. Having eliminated all resistance, I worked upon establishing a rhythm: lick to the clit; finger the fanny really slowly, just stimulating the very entrance of this particular orifice -- but then applying a very occasional deep stroke, exciting her G spot -- nip her nipples with fingers or teeth, and nibble those earlobes, oh yes, when teasing a woman don't ever forget to nibble those earlobes. Angela began to sweat, copiously. A towel really would have been a good idea, I reflected. Bring her to the very edge and then maintain her in that state: leave her constantly staring into a yawning abyss of ecstasy, but never allow her to tumble in. Sometimes break off for a few seconds and do something different: suck her fingers, lick her toes or inside the crook of an elbow. Just as she starts to relax return to the clit and recommence the cycle.

I love teasing, but this had taken genius, Christine had offered me a totally helpless victim: my secret vision of nirvana. Christine remained seated upon the bed, watching, mesmerised. She must have realised that her turn would come, in due course: and I knew her anatomy much more intimately than Angela's, so I could push her even further and hold her peering over the edge for far longer. Now Christine began to peel off her clothes, her eyes never straying from the unfolding fate of her friend. Once naked Christine simply tweaked her nipples and rubbed her red, furry, bush, gently: her vision fixated upon the writhing and squirming of the, by now, almost delirious Angela.

Finally, time was up. Angela, all trussed up, had most plainly been made to endure far more than she could otherwise have tolerated. As an indicator of what was to come I hung my helmet in her vestibule, then I slid my rampant ram down her dark, damp, passage, ever-so gradually; although I did speed up at the very end to ensure that my pubic bone slammed into her clitoris. Angela screamed with lust, delight, satisfaction and relief: she had been induced to come, at last. I withdrew, completely, then gave her another of these long slow strokes capped with that violent finale: she came again. Angela soon deposed Christine from her throne of 'Queen of the orgasm': she allowed herself to enjoy climax after climax, for a full four minutes. Even after this I was able to coax small orgasms from her for another couple of minutes. Finally, she was utterly drained; she sagged, her chest heaving for breath. As soon as I withdrew Christine grabbed my hair, dragged me over to the bed and pulled me on top of her. She too was on fire, she slammed her pelvis into mine as she exploded with orgasmic joy over and over again. Of course I climaxed all too soon, jerking and squirting hot seed into her pulsating fanny. The smell in that room was now pure lust. Christine was plainly disappointed that I had not managed to hold out for longer, but it was probably just as well, Angela now really needed Christine to untie her. In order to ensure that Angela could never be certain just whom had first built, and subsequently extinguished, her phantasmagorical fires I slipped away from the room, dressed downstairs, and strolled away into the darkening evening.

The night following Angela's birthday I popped round to Christine's. I thought she might desire some company and would, almost certainly, want to finish off from the previous night. Actually, I knew that she'd be as hot as a bitch in heat. She called me names for not managing to hold back for longer and, yes, she was exceptionally libidinous and unrelentingly demanding. Her response to my first climax was instantaneous and free of inhibition; she simply sucked me hard again and carried on like nothing had happened. She explained to me later that she had had no concept of what a turn on it would be for her to watch me making her friend so full of lust. "Angela says that you are the most horrid tease in history," oh and I took these. Christine had snapped polaroid photos of Angela before she untied her: her hair a total mess, her makeup streaked, a massive dark stain spreading down the chair below her yawning crack, and her tits all sweaty. "Does she know?" I asked.

"Oh no that blindfold is really good and there was an airline sleep-mask underneath it, just in case. Anyway they're for you, a little souvenir."

Christine was now positively enthusiastic about arranging another threesome. Angela was, she told me, equally keen, but then the pair of them had to locate a baby sitter prepared to take on all five of their kids: that was clearly tricky. Christine's final solution was to ask me if she could sound out some of her friends to see if any of them fancied exchanging baby-sitting for joining us in a, temporary, ménage a trois. I was not convinced, but Christine coaxed me into this deal by offering a whole week of languid oral sex to complete each of our tempestuous tumbling's. Despite having come twice, already, I found that this final bid had returned me to a state where I could satisfy any lusts that Christine might have had. That evening her vigour was exceptional, she was absolutely insatiable. She demanded the 'six positions', sex in six different positions: spoons, missionary, on her tummy, woman on top (facing you), woman on top (back to you) and then doggy. In our variation, if I come before we get to doggy then, as a 'punishment', I have to lick Christine's fanny -- now dripping with my slithering seed, yech -- until I can get hard again and then I have to complete the sequence: not that that was going to be a problem that particular night.

The following Saturday, immediately after my last payment of oral gratification, Christine announced her good news; she had the whole of the next Saturday night free. I could come early, stay over and she would even allow me the privilege of cooking breakfast for her; to be served up in bed, obviously. Pink towel night I thought, I would tie Christine in the chair and tease the daylights out of her. She had, incidentally, re-covered her pink chair, naturally in pink. The conundrum was how to prevent her from having sex for a few days before hand? Teasing is tricky, it's no good with a well satisfied partner. I pondered upon this for ages until, dashing my daydreams, Angela phoned me at work to inform me that Christine had got a bug, was laid up in bed, and was, most decidedly, not layable up in bed. She was looking after Christine and her kids, so I did not have to worry and she would phone just as soon as Christine was up to having visitors up her, once more. Angela has a dirty sense of humour and our switchboard lady had a habit of listening in: she certainly gave me an odd look later on, but with telephonists who knows. I just hoped that Christine would be fully recovered as soon as was possible.



Angela



1. I knew it was a mistake to embrace Angela. Just inhaling her familiar scent aroused me, and sliding my hands lightly around the curve of her waist, as I kissed her cheek, immediately began to wake my penis. 

I'd come to tell Angela it was over; that I couldn't continue my double life; that it was too much pressure. I had to stop lying and sort my life out. Then the shouting had started, along with the threats, and the insults, and the angry, tearful promises of retribution.

I should have turned and walked out there and then, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. Angela looked so beautiful, so alive - flushed and furious. So instead I stepped forward to touch her face gently. She flinched and angrily made to shrug me off, but I caught her shoulders firmly and pulled her to me. Then Angela either gave in or changed tact, and she melted into me, quickly returning my embrace.

As I breathed in Angela's perfume, I couldn't help but run my hands underneath her top and across the firm muscles at the base of her back, tracing the contours at the border of her hips and buttocks. It was exciting to touch her skin. From there, my hands strayed down over her backside, feeling and gently kneading her warm smooth skin through her thin summer skirt, pulling her to me.

Angela leant forward and began planting small kisses on my neck that sent shivers down my back, and I lifted her skirt to gain my hands access to her shapely bum. Then, as our mouths found one another, and our tongues met, I filled each of my hands with a beautiful, full, naked arse cheek. The significant lack of any knickers was not lost on me, and my cock lurched in my shorts. Just feeling her naked buttocks, and the lusty promise they signified, made the blood rush headlong into my penis -- a wonderful feeling in itself. 

Angela's tongue slid deeper into my mouth and we kissed - slowly, deeply, erotically. Angela pushed her body deliberately against mine, rubbing up against my expanding groin, as we kissed. 

For a long moment we ground against one another, her naked arse in my hands, our mouths locked together, tongues lashing lazily. Then I moved my hands firmly up the smooth warm skin of Angela's back until I met her bra strap. She felt my fingers pause on the clasp,

'Don't,' Angela warned me, 'not unless you really want to...'

Like me, Angela associated my releasing her breasts with us having very enthusiastic sex soon after, and it seemed she did not want to be disappointed... The clasp put up little resistance then, as if piloting themselves, my hands quickly and hastily pulled her bra aside, before greedily filling themselves with her fantastic heavy breasts.

Time faltered, and if my cock had been hard before it rose another notch in pure lust at the sheer perfection of shape and weight of each pliant globe. Then all too soon Angela moved away, but thankfully only to quickly pull her top up, off and over her head, to properly reveal her wonderful big breasts. The way those heavy breasts moved in that single fluid movement had me practically panting with lust, and Angela was well aware that with her swaying chest unleashed there was virtually no chance of my retreating (she would be getting fucked)... 

Then we were feverishly kissing again, and Angela pulled up my top and began rubbing her tits against my chest hair...

'Oh my God, I've missed having my tits against your chest' she moaned, 'and I've missed this...'

Angela's fingers rubbed the straining outline of my erection through my shorts. Then, as I returned my greedy hands to those big tits, and bent forward to kiss and lick her perfect nipples, her fingers deftly undid my shorts, before pulling them swiftly down my thighs... My rigid cock sprang upright!

'Oooh... I haven't seen him for a while' Angela said, breathing heavily as she wrapped her fingers around my pulsing length, 'Mmm, dripping and definitely pleased to see me...'

I caught my breath as Angela began to slowly ease my foreskin back and forth, and I knew she was relishing the feel of my cock as much as I was her feeling it!

I continued weighing and feeling Angela's breasts in my hungry hands for a moment, then filled with lust, I turned my attention to Angela's skirt. I quickly undid it and slid the thin material impatiently over her wonderful full hips and arse, then down her long tanned legs, my eyes moving straight back to her midriff as a wonderful lush dark 'V' of pussy hair became visible. 

Then, I didn't know quite where to put my hands, and as Angela stroked, caressed and wanked my aching erection, I ran my lustful hands over her arse, and up her back, then round and over her fantastic tits, before finally back down to her pussy...

Tense with excitement, I slid my fingers gently through her hair to cup her mound, then moistened a finger in my mouth before running it gently along her slit. As soon as the crease was broken I felt Angela's hot liquid excitement greet me. Oh that feeling! 

I gently slid my middle finger knuckle deep into that slippery hot pussy, and immediately my cock raised itself another notch. My heart pounded and my cock dripped expectantly in Angela's gently pumping hand, while her other hand fondled and weighed my balls. By now I'd now given in to the realisation that my hard-on would soon be sliding into Angela, and the thought of being inside her again had me breathless with anticipation...

We quickly threw off the rest of our clothes and headed for lounge. I walked cock first behind Angela, my eyes glued to her naked arse and the fluid sway of her full hips... Just to walk naked with such an achingly hard penis felt incredible, and to be led by such an attractive naked woman as Angela made it even more exciting.

Angela walked to the French doors and stood, as if absent mindedly looking out across the garden, her wonderful naked body silhouetted in the late evening sunlight. I approached her from behind and my thick erection nudged her buttocks as I slid my hands around her slim waist. I've always found the feel of Angela's soft, flat stomach erotic and as she settled back against my chest, I kissed her neck and moved my hands back to her wonderful breasts. Angela moved her head sidewards and we kissed with eager tongues, as I repeatedly weighed and fondled her heavy boobs, and gently tugged at her nipples.

Then I dropped one hand and my fingers were inside her oozing wet slot once more. Angela moaned and reached behind her to circle my raging hard-on in her hand. Then she began to wank it firmly and deliberately. 

'That is a big cock!' 

Angela breathed low and with deliberate effect, and I believed her...

Sliding my hand down between her buttocks, I began fingering Angela from behind, my other hand still enjoying her breasts. Angela moaned gently and turned to scrutinise my erection, then began masturbating it faster.

'Oooh God, it's sooo hard... and so thick... oooh, yesss... and hot!'

She cupped my balls with one hand then began firm milking movements along my shaft, from base to tip. Pre-cum oozed out onto her fingers...

'Ooh...' She chuckled excitedly, as she wiped my sticky pre-cum all over the straining purple helmet of my cock, making it shine slickly, 

'Oh yes! Oh Fuck! Fuck, I love it!' She moaned.

Then, changing to a fast light wanking action, (that coincidentally made her chest shake wonderfully) Angela looked up, shaking her head and smiling, 

'Oh Baby, I love your big cock!'

My whole body tingled with the urgent excitement of having Angela massage both my penis and my ego so perfectly... Not surprisingly - my heart was pounding and felt as though it was going to leap out of my chest, and all that blood it seemed was striving to make it into my cock. 

Now, one thing I love even more than having Angela's wonderful big breasts in my hands, is to have my tongue in her pussy (as well as her breasts in my hands). 

'I need to eat your pussy baby' I whispered into Angela's ear.

I think Angela was thinking the same thing, as within seconds she was lying back on the sofa, her legs spread wide, and quickly had me kneeling between them, gazing lustfully her beautiful pussy...

I kissed and massaged each of Angela's thighs in turn, working my way firmly upwards, all the time my eyes glued to pussy, until I stopped just short of her sex. Angela sighed. She looked fantastic. Then inhaling her musky scent, I gently ran my lips up the inside of her thighs, kissing intermittently... and then... I kissed her pussy.

Angela moaned quietly. I ran my wet tongue slowly and wetly, but with almost no pressure, up the length of her slit. Another moan breathed out. The next stroke of my tongue had more purpose and parted her outer lips, my tongue running over the hot dew covered entrance to her cunt. A groan this time... Then I began a series of long languid lapping stokes up and down her pussy with a relaxed tongue, occasionally darting inside her cunt. Angela pulled my head against her groin with one hand...

'Ohhh that feels good, Ooooh yeah...' 

Becoming increasingly excited, Angela reached down and encouraged me to move my lower body forward, so that she could grasp my hard-on. She quickly wrapped her fingers firmly around it and began slowly masturbating me, her eyes glued to my rigid cock and tight balls. 

Fuck! Angela knows exactly how to wank a man and make him come! She loves to see how quickly her fingers can have me gasping at her to stop -- lest I lose the opportunity to feel her pussy on my cock. So, as she re-started her expert manual ministrations on my penis, I turned as much as my attention as I could back to her luscious pussy. I began alternating between teasing her engorged clit by tracing the alphabet across it with a soft tongue, and slurping her cunt with circular sweeps of my tongue -- going deeper and deeper, then going back to her clit. Angela shuddered and wanked my cock faster.

I reached up with one hand to fondle her breasts, more roughly than before, tugging on her nipples in turn. Then I started licking with long firm wet strokes from just above her arse to her clit. Angela grunted and her wanking immediately became erratic.

'Oh God, Oh God yes...'

'Don't come!' I ordered, pinching her nipple a bit harder. 

Angela groaned in protest. I just pinched her nipple a even harder and slid my salivating tongue as far as I could into her lusty slice! Angela shuddered again. 

Then, squeezing each of her breasts harder, I suddenly drew my tongue firmly across Angela's arsehole. Angela grunted and jumped at the same time, and I immediately started lapping her arsehole and massaging her clit with two fingers. Angela grunted much more loudly and arched back thrusting her arse into my face...

'Oh my God, oh yeah, I'm cumminnng...' 

I continued madly slurping her arse and pussy as Angela gasped and moaned loudly, her breathing tense and strangled as orgasm overran her senses... 

Slowly, as Angela came down from her climax, she pushed me lightly from her sensitive vulva and ran her hand through my hair. I kissed the inside of her thighs and released her breasts. She inhaled deeply and looked down smiling.

'Oh Baby, I would pay you to do that!' Then, after a long moment, she exclaimed: 'Your Turn!'

I sat back on the sofa totally naked, and breathed out long and slow, watching as Angela knelt between my thighs and wrapped her fingers around my hard penis. Then I groaned with excitement as her hot mouth enveloped my helmet and her tongue began swirling around and around that bloated, dripping cockhead -- again and again and again... Angela's hands weren't idle either, and as the soft fingers of one hand were tantalising my scrotum and jingling my balls, the fingers of her other were wrapped firmly around my thick shaft and slowly rubbing up and down to help my oozing pre-cum run down the length of my cock and onto her busy tongue.

My cock felt like steel, and I let the feeling of Angela slurping my helmet just wash over me; but better was to come. All of a sudden she gripped my cock harder around it's base and began wanking it short fast strokes while her hot tongue slid under my cock head so that the sensitive underside of my helmet was pulled and jerked over the hot, slippery, drooling surface of her taste buds. 

'Oh yeah, do that -- please -- keep doing that!' I gasped

Angela looked up and smiled a wonderful knowing smile, then continued to do just that, talking onto my cock,

'Is that nice baby? Do you like me doing that to your cock?' then breathed 'Your lovely big cock...'

I could have sat there and let her do that all day, or at least until I came on her tongue. However, after a few moments Angela then upped the ante one more step, sliding her lips and tongue quickly back over my helmet and right down my shaft! I've never had my cock sucked that deep into any other girls hot mouth and I looked down spell bound as Angela started sliding her lips up and down my shaft, feeling her tongue licking and lashing my cock as she did so. Then she slid the fingers of one hand around my balls and alternately caressed and gently squeezed and tugged my ball sack, encouraging their contents to spill forth...

For the next minute or two Angela greedily wanked and sucked my cock, causing the pleasure and tension to build quickly in my balls, until suddenly - with alarming swiftness - I felt myself rushing towards orgasm. 

'Stop!' I breathed pulling away from her 'I don't want to cum yet.' 

'No? What do you want to do then?' Angela asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow alluringly, having released my urgently pulsing cock from her mouth. 

We kissed deeply and I breathed impatiently into her ear... 

'Feel my balls right up against your bum. Now lie down here!' 

Angela smiled expectantly and lay back, instinctively opening her legs for me. She knew what was coming next (and we both knew it would probably be her). Then at last it was time to enter her; to slide my thick cock head between her pussy lips; to push my aching hard length all the way into her creaming wet cunt.

For me, sliding my cock into Angela is everything a man's fantasy about any woman could be. Every sensation, every feeling, every sound and smell, every emotion and every breath, is as good as anything I could ever have invented by fantasy in my imagination. The feeling as each inch of my aching hard penis slides into the hot wet velvet of her pussy is literally perfect -- mind-blowing -- every single time we have sex... Perhaps because we are covert partners and have limited opportunities to fuck together, or perhaps because she simply should have been my partner...

...And so finally I brought my helmet, slick with Angela's saliva, up against her sweet glistening slit. Angela was hot with anticipation and lifted her hips and pulled at my buttocks in an attempt to get me to slide my rigid cock inside her, but I resisted her movement -- and smiled into her eyes as I kept my helmet pressed gently up against her pussy lips. 

'Do you want me?' I whispered and took hold of my penis and rubbed it gently up and down Angela's wet slit.

'Oh God, I want you so badly...' she moaned, and pulled my head down to kiss me.

I judged this to be a good time to slip my cockhead into Angela, partly because I'd teased her enough, partly because I couldn't prop myself up on one arm any longer, but mostly because I couldn't wait to sink my erection into her! 

We moaned in unison as my helmet parted Angela's lips and slipped inside the mouth of her vagina. I felt beautiful, wet heat engulf my penis and bathe the tip and the sensitive area behind it, as I sank slowly further inside. Then, trembling with almost delirious excitement, I continued pushing gently; sliding forward into Angela's delicious hot pussy, until I ran out of cock to slide inside. Her cunt -- I hoped - felt properly stuffed full of hard cock, but even then I kept my groin pressed firmly against her, as if to tell her that if I could slide any deeper I gladly would!

After a long moment with our bodies and mouths locked together, only wildly beating hearts and tongues moving, I began to grind small circles against her groin keeping my cock almost completely inside but moving my hips around tightly against her. Then, continuing to do this, I started humping gently against her, slowly withdrawing my penis an inch or so and sliding back inside. Angela gasped. Slowly I started humping a little harder, sliding my cock further out and then in and then out. Angela groaned lustfully, and at this point I pulled my cock all the way back so only my helmet was still inside before sliding slowly but deliberately back inside all the way up to my balls. Angela groaned and slid her hands down over my arse. I withdrew to my tip again then drove my penis back into her a little more swiftly -- another, louder gasp escaped from Ange's open mouth. 

Soon, I was thrusting rhythmically in and out of Angela, withdrawing then re-filling her gaping pussy a little faster and harder with each stroke. The feeling of her velvet sex sliding around my cock and the sound of her gasps filled my head with lustful euphoria... At that point we became consumed with our sex, and Angela and I were fucking properly.

Or rather, I was fucking Angela! Slicing my thick hard length in and out of her hot liquid twat in fast seamless strokes that began with almost all of my rod exposed and ended with my balls slapping her arse. Our eyes were locked together, reading each other's mutual need, her hands kneaded my back and, as I plunged and thrust ever more swiftly into her, Angela began to arch her back as she came. 

'Oh yeah baby, that feels soooo good!' 

Angela breathed, before pulling my head down to fill my mouth with her delicious tongue.

Oh my! She was right, and for one long moment we humped desperately against one another joined by our mouths and our groins, Angela's long legs wrapped tightly around me as I pumped into her, consumed by excitement and pleasure...

Then it was too much and the pleasure train between my balls and brain had me rushing headlong towards orgasm once more. I slowed, to ward off the ejaculation that was building urgently in my balls, but it almost wasn't quick enough.

'Stop!' I groaned, halting altogether, agonisingly close to the point of no return - struggling with all my concentration to overcome the urge to plunge back inside and let go...

'...I'm too close...' 

Angela tightened her legs around my buttocks and continued hump her slick pussy walls up and down the head of my bursting cock. I was so close, that even as I managed to pull back from the edge, I nevertheless felt an overflow of sperm escape from my balls and, lacking the impetus of ejaculation, flow lazily out of my steely hard erection in two or three gentle pulses. Knowing my sperm was already inside Angela was exciting! 

'No! Oh baby don't stop, I want you to cum...' Angela's urgent protestation brought me back to my senses. However, for a moment I resisted her attempts to get me back inside her cock hungry pussy, as I regained composure; then breathed:

'You want me to do what?' (simultaneously sliding my agonisingly hard cock slowly all the way back into Angela's searing cunt, feeling semen still oozing out of my pee-hole). 

'Keep going -- keep fucking me baby!' Angela breathed urgently, face flushed, eyes burning with need. 

(I slowly withdrew almost completely, until my cock was just nudging her petals...)

'Keep fucking you until I...?' 

(...sliding smoothly back inside her...)

'Oooh! Until... until you...' 

(sliding slowly out again - Angela groaning) 

'...Just keep fucking me until you...' 

(Angela groaning more loudly; me sliding back inside more swiftly)

'Hmmm, until I???'

(withdrawing without pause, then sliding in and out swiftly and smoothly)




Angela



'Mmmm yeah, oh... Until. You. Cum!'

(now starting to hump hard and fast into Angela's slick pussy) 

'Where?' I gasped breathlessly

(now fucking Angela in earnest, cock ploughing in and out, my balls slapping her bum lightly, each time my groin impacted hers)

'Until. You. Cum. In. Side. Me!' 

(gasped through clenched teeth, fingers and hands clawing at my bum, pulling me back in, mouth clamping on mine, hot tongue forcing urgently into my mouth).

Then, unexpectedly and urgently, Angela whispered in my ear:

'Oh Baby, squirt your fucking spunk in me!' 

'Oh Ange...' I moaned into her mouth - letting go of any control I had and pumping my totally engorged, rock hard length smoothly in and out of her dripping pussy again. This time there would be no going back...

Whatever I'd told myself about the reason for my visit to Angela that evening, knowing I was going to see her I purposefully hadn't cum for days to ensure my balls were full of sperm -- sperm that I knew my lover would have been scheming constantly about how best to milk every last drop of(whatever the stated purpose of our meeting was).

I'd hardly made it difficult for her, and now I was getting ready to shoot that sperm, and the feeling as it built-up - that inexorable freight train of anticipation that a man feels in his cock and balls just before he looses his juice - was well and truly running away on the rails.

Angela's head rolled back, her eyes heavy, her mouth wide open in a silent gasp of appreciation. I responded by pumping harder, fucking my thick shaft into her faster and harder until I was slapping against her. Any composure I'd regained lasted only moments, as the sheer bliss of having the silky hot sheath of Angela's wet pussy sliding up and down my bloated cock reached a crescendo of sensation and quickly had a geyser of hot sperm boiling over from my balls...

Angela sensed my excitement spiralling towards it's zenith, and moaned a loud 'Yes!' as her mouth closed on mine again, and though our kiss quickly cut off her affirmation, her moan of pleasure continued into my mouth, resonating in my head. My heart banged in my chest and cock swelled to bursting point as I pistoned in and out of Angela. Then, suddenly all I could feel was my cock in the caress of her pussy and an incredible rush of overwhelming tight pleasure reach it's breaking point in groin -- and I was cumming! 

Pleasure seemed to roar in my ears, and I screwed my eyes as my brain was racked with jolts of pure bliss. Then my ejaculation consumed me, as powerful kicks of sperm begin to pump and gush from my balls. Now I was no longer fucking just bucking -- my cock wedged as deep as my hips could keep it inside Angela - and I felt my ball soup gush thickly and powerfully through the length of my cock, to squirt repeatedly and (it felt) powerfully deep inside Angela's lusty slot...

For moments I was lost in the intense pleasure of my release, feeling my balls kick wildly to set loose their seething male contents again and again... I imagined my sperm rushing and splashing into Angela's unprotected womb and half moaned, half growled in triumphant exultation as I squirted long and hard deep inside. 

Whether Angela felt the wet heat of my scalding sperm as it splashed against the walls of her pussy, or my cock expand to steely bursting point and start to kick wildly inside her; whether she felt the muscles in my back and arse tense rigidly in orgasm as they drove my cock desperately into her to deliver that load, or whether she simply saw my eyes screw shut and my face contort in the ecstasy of my release -- whatever - it sent her Angela over the brink, and she began to cum too...

Angela locked her legs around me, her grip tightening, her red painted nails digging into my back and arse, as her head dropped back and a long gasping moan escaped:

'Oooohhhh Gaaawd... Oh baby... I'm cumminnnng!'

I humped deep into Angela's spasming pussy, trying to wring as much pleasure from my orgasm and wanting her to feel same. Even as my ejaculation subsided, my cock continued kicking and I fucked her with unabated enthusiasm -- it just felt so good to feel and hear her cum with such abandon...

Then Angela slowly came down from the throes of orgasm and we kissed as my slowly softening penis stirred slowly inside her, my balls wet with sperm and pussy juice.

'Oooh Baby...' Angela breathed. Nothing more needed to be said.

2. Angela and I lay together on the floor breathing heavily, kissing slowly and deeply, humping gently against one another - flushed and fulfilled. My cock twitched gently, still fully inside her. I looked into Angela's soft hazel eyes as her tongue slipped sensuously against mine and her fingers caressed my buttocks. I pulled my hips back slightly more before softly bumping my groin against hers, and felt the hot wet velvet of Angela's pussy caress my softening penis -- it felt good. I moved a hand up to her pliant breasts and slid my cock a little further out then in. Angela kissed me again, sensuously, filling my mouth deeply with her soft searching tongue, her silken hands pulling my buttocks firmly, then reaching for my balls while pushing her vulva deliberately further onto my shaft... That was it -- I felt the warm pleasure of excitement flooding back into my penis, and it began to get hard again! Angela felt it too and smiled at me in a way that filled me with lust for this woman, and with love.

'I love you' I breathed as with every movement my cock made in and out of Angela's pussy, it grew thicker, harder and stiffer. 

Soon I was totally hard again and sliding my cock in long slow cycles in and out Angela. Each time my thick curved girth sliced into her wet cunt, Angela grunted, and she began to flush with another approaching orgasm.

'Ohh! Ohh! Ohh' she gasped with each easy entry of my cock. 

'Oh fuck baby, I love you...' I moaned.

Then I started fucking with long fast strokes in and out of her cum dripping pussy. This time I wouldn't cum so quickly!

Angela did however, and I was again treated to the spectacle of her writhing and contorting, totally out of control. We kissed feverishly as I pumped, until Angela recovered some composure. Then I withdrew. Angela's eyes, bright with excitement, rushed to my granite hard cock, sticking out from my body, glistening with juices. She looked at me biting her lip, waiting to be told what to do. 

'Turn over' I commanded.

Angela smiled knowingly and hastily got onto her hands and knees, her big sexy arse in the air, slick pussy gaping slightly from the stuffing it had already received. Her beautiful tight arsehole glistened wet with sweat, saliva and our fuck juices. I leaned forward and licked hotly at her tight bum hole, 'beating my meat' excitedly at the same time. Angela shuddered.

'You are a very naughty man!' she scolded playfully between intakes of breath, as I licked over and around that intimate tight crease, 

'Mm-hmm', I replied, but when I pushed and wormed the tip of my tongue into her arsehole Angela squirmed and gasped lustfully.

After giving her pussy a few long slurping lashes of my tongue, I ran my hands over her tanned arse, then rubbed my spunk slick helmet gently against her tight puckered arsehole -- feeling a rush of excitement at the naughtiness of what I was doing -- she was right!

Angela looked around, desperately turned on, but half concerned in case I might actually seek to slide my fat helmet into her tight back passage. Often when fucking her, when she was close to cumming, I'd tell her that one day I would slide into her arse right up to my balls and shoot my spunk in her rectum. Then I'd start rubbing her arsehole with my fingers and telling her that one day she'd beg me to shoot my sperm in her arse. My filthy suggestions never failed to carry her over the edge! 

Not this time though. Before she had time to query further, I slipped my pulsing cock head into Angela's dripping cunt and gently pulled her all the way onto my length.

'Ohhh baby... that feels sooo good' She cooed as I began slowly see-sawing my hard cock in and out of her. 

However she was not in quite the best position for me, so I knocked the inside of her thigh with my knee to get her to kneel with her legs apart further, so that I could get right over her and much deeper inside... Angela looked around and smirked. She loved being fucked on her hands and knees, and knew I was adjusting my angle of entry so that my cock would soon be fucking as deep as it could get -- filling her right up and knocking against her cervix with every thrust -- something she loved. 

It also meant that I could look down at my thick cock slicing in and out of her gaping pussy, and at that sexy tight arsehole, flexing and contracting, framed by her glorious tanned buttocks; and as I began fucking Angela with long deep strokes, that's exactly what I did -- gloating lustfully over every aspect of her fantastic upturned, brazenly exposed rear end, watching it shudder with my every thrust inside her!

Angela's cock wrenchingly sexy rear end and firm full hips narrowed breathtakingly to a small waist, before widening steadily up her silky smooth, warm, tanned back. Beneath her, Angela's big heavy breasts hung down tantalisingly - swaying and bouncing as my stomach and thighs slapped against her arse, as I fucked ecstatically in and out. Getting right up behind her I reached forward to feel those beautiful heavy jugs, and as I scooped them up in my hands, I growled involuntarily with barely restrained lust. Angela giggled and looked around, smirking once more:

'Nice baby? Make you wanna cum all that stuff in me again? Oh yeah! Squeeze my big tits baby!'

Well if the fantastic feel and weight of those big full breasts didn't make me want to cum (and they did), her dirty talk had my second load simmering...

I started to fuck Angela faster, but after a few short powerful strokes deep inside her I needed to calm down and I pulled my cock gently from my lover's pussy. Angela looked round in mild disappointment. 

'Get upstairs lady, I need to fuck you on the bed!'

Angela smiled and jumped to her feet, darting away towards the stairs as I slapped her bum playfully -- chasing her down the hall, steel hard cock bobbing proudly as I grabbed at her arse.

Angela was laughing when four or five steps up the stairs I caught her and gently forced her down against the stairs by climbing up over her, biting her neck gently. Her laughter changed to breathless expectation as I pinned her down and she felt my cock and balls against her arse cheeks. I slipped the fingers of one hand through hers, while using the other to help my hard penis back into her vagina. Then, with a groan from Ange, I was back inside, and after a moment buried deep inside her, I began to piston my cock energetically in and out of my sexy captive. It felt incredible. Angela panted in lustful agreement. Then, after fucking in and out deeply twenty or thirty times, I withdrew.

'Right, get in that bedroom lovely' I said, kissing Angela's luscious bum as she crawled forward from under me.

Angela's breasts bounced as she jumped onto the bed. 

'On your hands and knees woman' I barked, feigning harshness, as I climbed on to the bed, cock in hand.

Angela smiled and complied, looking over her shoulder and eyeing the erect cock in my hand, as I approached her wanking it slowly and deliberately. She still had her red platform heels on and as she knelt to expose her rear end she looked ball wrenchingly slutty.

Soon I slid inside wet pussy again, feeling exquisite tightness from my new angle of penetration, and I gazed at Angela's beautiful arse as I slid in long strokes in and out. Angela curled her fingertips over the head board of the bed, making it easy for me to reach beneath her to feel her boobs hanging and bouncing -- sheer heaven!

Next I gripped Angela's hips and started to fuck her with fast shallow strokes that barely had my more than my cockhead penetrating her wet lips.

'Ahhh, you tease...' Angela said breathlessly, knowing what I was doing.

After fifteen or so shallow oscillations - allowing my helmet only just past the sensitive opening to her vulva - I sank my bulging cock suddenly and smoothly all the way back in -- right up to my balls...

'Ooohhh' Angela grunted...

Then immediately I returned back to the shallow teasing stimulus of my helmet stroking just the first inch or two of her twat... twelve, thirteen, fourteen, then all the way back in to the root on the fifteenth stroke! Next time it was fourteen, the thirteen and so on. On each occasion, by the time I slid all the way inside, Angela was practically panting for full penetration and she groaned with appreciation each time I did slide all the way in to my balls. 

From ten downwards for every shallow thrust I dropped, I increased my deep stroke by one, until I was fucking smoothly and deeply in and out. It felt incredible, and she looked incredible -- shocks waves rippling across her glorious rump as I fucked into her, my thighs slapping against hers, my balls swinging against her wet clit, her big tits swaying wildly with every cock thrust! 

Angela was close - groaning and gasping -- but I was too! It was time to ensure she came first! Leaning forward, I reached under her wonderful swaying udders, and grabbed her opposite tit in my right hand and squeezed it firmly - pinching and rolling her nipple roughly, pulling her more upright as I did so. Then I brought my groin right up close behind her and started fucking quickly into her desperate gash, humping her with short, powerful thrusts...

'Oh God Baby...' Angela managed, half strangled by her own pleasure.

Still fucking her hard, I gently bit her earlobe, and reached down with wet fingers to gently slide them up and down the crease of her sex and all over her engorged clit. 

Angela's body shook suddenly, overrun with pleasure, and a deep groan escaped from somewhere deep in her chest.

'Cum baby!' I whispered breathlessly into her ear, struggling against my own urge to let go, 'Cum all over my big fucking cock!'

Angela began to succumb...'Oh yeah! Oh baby yeah...ohhhhh!' 

I stirred my gentle fingers faster and faster over her clit, in time with the strokes of my urgent fucking. Angela looked round into my eyes -- a mixture of pleading, urgent need and anticipation - so I slammed my thick cylinder of cock meat back inside her again and again, and rubbed her clit hard. Angela then frowned once and her eyes opened wide briefly before snapping tightly shut as she cried out loudly:

'Oh! Oh! OHHHHHH!!!' 

Angela literally shook as orgasm ripped through her body, her cry tailing off to a long breathless gasp. It was beautiful and I felt my already obscenely engorged cock grow further, as it pistoned in a relentless blur of frantic stabbing strokes, in and out of Angela's hot slime filled cunt. The sensation was all consuming and took me very suddenly straight over the top... ...and with my cheek pressed hard against hers, and my arms wrapped around her chest and waist, I gasped and groaned with elation as my consciousness dissolved suddenly to nothing more than helpless, crazed pleasure, and my hot sperm started spurting wildly again inside my lover's heavenly pussy.

I bellowed with uncontrollable pleasure as I came, and as I clung to Angela - cumming with my cock as deep as it would go - she opened her eyes and looked at me with an expression of joy. Then my thrusts had us toppling forward, and my hips went into overdrive, as if I couldn't bare for my orgasm to ever end -- desperate for every last jolt of pleasure, every last involuntary kick in my balls; and with every jerk of my cock I delivered more of my hot seething sperm into Angela.

Then I was spent, gently humping, kissing Angela tenderly and whispering my love for her, to which she closed her eyes and murmured contentedly, wrapping herself in my arms as my totally spent, spunk dripping cock slowly softened in the warm slush of her well fucked pussy.. 

We kissed deeply, then fell into a contented sleep...

3. Sometime during the night I half awoke, mind twilit and veiled by a wonderful sense of calm and serenity. Almost at the same time I became aware of the silky hot envelope of Angela's mouth sliding up and down my penis -- which until then I hadn't been aware was hard -- her tongue gently bathing my helmet at the top, a soft hand caressing my balls... I breathed out a long relaxed sigh, unsure if I was actually awake or still dreaming, feeling the rush of excitement continue to my cock, feeling those unseen lips and tongue continue a persistent liquid caress, interrupted only once by that same probing tongue licking hotly around my tightened scrotum for a few seconds, before returning to my aching shaft... I closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying a familiar, urgent churning feeling in my balls, then remembering nothing more...

4. In the early grey, just before dawn, I woke to feel Angela in my arms, her sweet smelling neck by my face, her warm naked back pressed against my chest and stomach, her smooth warm buttocks pressed against my midriff and also against - what I was suddenly aware was - my achingly erect cock.

I gently squeezed her in my arms and kissed her neck at the same time, almost involuntarily pushing my erection a little closer against her sexy bum. 

'Mmmm -- someone's finally awake' Angela said, reaching behind her to brush her hand along my cock and give my balls a little squeeze

'Although, 'he' has been awake ages, all hot and hard against my bum'.

Angela wiggled her arse so that my hard-on became trapped between her buttocks, then turned slightly and we kissed a long knowing kiss, tongues sliding sensuously as I gathered up a beautiful breast in each hand. Then my wonderful big breasted bed partner reached behind her again to gently wank my 'big penis'.

'It stays hard a long time..' Angela breathed matter-of-factly, as she rhythmically tugged my foreskin up and down my aching length.

'That's because it hasn't cum yet' I said softly into her ear, before kissing her neck.

'Hasn't cum yet? -- I beg to disagree Sir' She said, smacking her lips (did I cum inside her mouth during the night?)

Angela pulled one of my hands off her breasts and pushed it down between her legs, sliding one of my fingers into her pussy,

'And your stuff is still dripping out of me - mucky!' 

Her pussy was wet on the outside, and when I slid my middle finger very gently into her it felt hot and thickly liquid... It was exactly where my cock needed to be...

'Sure you're not just dripping wet 'cos you want my 'big cock' back inside you so much?'

'Dream on mister! Well maybe, but I don't think I could have him back in me for a while -- it really is quite big you know, and he's made me a bit sore to say the least' 

Despite that soreness Angela exhaled contentedly as I slowly slid my finger in and out of her.

'Don't worry baby,' I said 'Doctor has something to sooth a sore pussy' and I slid my finger carefully out of her soft pussy (a pussy I was now desperate to get back inside!).

I threw the quilt back and moved down behind her kissing from her neck all the way down her back to the soft flair of her buttocks. She cooed. Running my hands over her beautiful full tanned bum cheeks, had my cock throbbing painfully. Angela regained her grip on my cock - a little harder as well, seemingly sensing my increasingly arousal, then resumed her smooth wanking of me. Kissing each arse cheek, I eased Angela's pliant buttocks apart and breathed hotly over her arse and pussy -- hearing a lazy moan a moment before I licked right at her arsehole, this time eliciting a sharper more immediate (but no less appreciative) groan.

Angela smelt more strongly than she had the previous evening, but no less inviting. I ran my tongue oh so gently along Angela's slit. She jumped slightly, but as I gently continued seemed to adjust and concentrate on the pleasure. 




Angela



Although she smelled strongly of sex (I had after all recently filled her pussy twice with all the sperm I could muster), when my tongue finally slipped inside her, despite the liquid on her smooth inner lips being slightly thicker, Angela's delicate leaking slit just tasted and smelt overwhelmingly of... ...Angela. And that was a very good thing -- because Angela's pussy juice to me tastes just like nectar to a hungry bee...

Angela was clearly interested now and started to move around to get closer to my cock. Without letting go of my cock, she instinctively threw one leg over my head as I lay onto my back, then she knelt forward in a 69 position, and a moment later I felt the silky hot envelope of her mouth slip over my cock head. 

A '69' with Angela is for me the next best thing to fucking her and cumming inside her. We both love my tongue inside her pussy, we both love my cock in her mouth -- it is truly the best of both worlds! Plus not being able to see Angela sucking me invariably helps me stay composed a little longer, though in Angela's wonderful mouth orgasm can overcome me quite suddenly, and I have often had to moan and groan warnings of my imminent release onto her clit, only for Angela to re-double her efforts until my sperm is soon shooting straight into her mouth -- whereupon her own body invariably shakes in climax and I am rewarded with the sweet sticky taste of her own ecstasy...

I was deliberately gentle as I began making love to Angela's slick pussy with my mouth, licking her gently up and down with a soft wet tongue, occasionally gently stirring the entrance to her cunt. Angela's own mouth felt hot as she slipped her lips wetly up and down my shaft, giving me text book head. Then she started licking my balls and wanking me fast -- I gasped into her cunt and drilled my tongue carefully as far into her sex hole as it would go. Angela moaned. 

Then Angela began to suck my balls! She'd never done that before and I almost shot off into her hair as soon as she started licking and slurping my scrotum. I clamped my mouth over her mound in concentration and washed every inch of her twat with my tongue, as her own exuberant saliva ran all over my balls and trickled down to tickle my arse. 

Seeking the upper hand, I covered my fingers in saliva and caressed Angela's arsehole as I risked gently lapping her clit. I then eased one finger halfway into her vice-tight back passage and wiggled it gently... A long groan escaped Angela's mouth, straight onto my balls -- both of which somehow she now had in her mouth and had started flicking at with a hot pointed tongue, while gently pulling my entire scrotum with her lips -- all the while steadily jacking my hard-on!!! I'd never felt anything like it -- the upper hand remained firmly hers!

'Oh fuck!' I grunted 'Oh yeah Baby! That's...' 

'Wonderful' is what I'd meant to say but couldn't finish the sentence! I wanted her to carry on doing this forever -- but knew that would not be possible! Evidently Angela knew this too and abruptly she let my ball sac fall out of her mouth and slowed her wanking. I breathed a sigh of relief, then -- seizing the moment - pushed my finger knuckle deep into Angela's arsehole!

'Arrghh... you filthy bugger' Angela gasped loudly but very excitedly, immediately gripping my cock harder and starting to wank it faster, as I began gently fucking her arse deeply with my middle finger...

'Two can play at that game.' she said breathing sharply as I wriggled my digit. With that, I felt her long hair fall forward onto my thighs, and a moment later felt her saliva covered tongue lash hotly over my own arsehole!

I came close to choking with surprise, but the feeling of her slashing that hot sexy tongue around and around my bum hole, as she wanked me in time with my fingering of her arse, replaced my surprise with pure lust! Then my cock was back in her mouth, her lips and tongue sliding up and down my shaft, as she played with my arse and balls with her free hand -- balls which suddenly started churning and feeling very tight...

Evidently Angela too felt the warning signs in my cock.

'You, young man, are getting far too excited,' she said pulling away from me completely. 'Plus, I want the sun on my tits while you lick my pussy!'

Angela walked gracefully over to the curtains and threw them open -- letting an explosion of morning sunshine into the room, and onto her voluptuous tanned body. Angela has a thing about being naked in the sun. She loves having sex outside or in a conservatory, and feeling the sun's rays warming naked her breasts and buttocks; it turns her on and makes her cum very quickly. That normally makes me cum very quickly too!

Now she stood for a moment by the window, enjoying the warmth flooding into the room. She cupped and fondled her big breasts provocatively and deliberately to excite me, then stretched her hands high together above her so that those globes were hoisted perfectly, high on her chest. I lay and gently wanked my cock. Angela held her hands high for a moment, knowing she had my undivided attention, then let her hands fall to her side, leaving her chest shaking fantastically...

'Now, where were we?' Angela said, slinking naughtily back to the bed, hips swinging, her eyes on my stiff cock... This time she straddled my stomach facing me, her chest swaying gloriously. I placed my hands on her waist, gently pulling her back towards my cock, eager to get inside her. However, I had misjudged her intentions. 

'Not yet mister' she said, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on her glorious heavy breasts, at the same time shuffling forward over my chest,

'You get too excited!'

Smiling, she put her hands on my hands and squeezed firmly, encouraging me to enjoy her breasts, then continued shuffling forward. I wasn't sure whether to look into her eyes, at the breasts in our hands, or at the lush neatly trimmed triangle of her approaching pussy! Then she was above me. 

Nothing needed to be said. I let go of her breasts and ran my hands down her back and onto her buttocks to guide her oozing sex onto my mouth. I breathed onto her twat as she adjusted the spread of her legs so that her pungent slit was right above my lips, her engorged, red, clit in contact with my nose. Then I held my tongue out and moved my face so that it was just touching her wet lips. 

'Oooh yeah...' Angela breathed, then gently moved her cunt along my tongue, breathing in and moaning quietly as she did so. Then added:

'I wanna rub my pussy all over your face baby...'

So she did! Slowly drawing her hips back and forth so that her slick dew covered slit slid agonisingly forward and then back over my face, seeking out the contours of my chin, tongue and nose -- coating me with the slimy pungent nectar of sex. As mentioned, despite me cumming inside her twice a few hours earlier, the smell and taste was all 'Angela', and it made my cock throb.

I held my tongue out passively at first, then as Angela's groaning intensified and her accuracy of movement faltered, I grabbed her hips and buried my face between her legs, and my tongue into her syrupy slit - deep into the mixed soup of her pleasure and my sperm. Round and round, then in and out I lashed wetly, pausing only every now and then to afford her super sensitive little arsehole the same treatment.

Then, just as I expected Angela to cum all over my face, she silently pushed her sex backwards down my body, sliding her saliva dripping pussy lips over my chest hair - where she slid her sex back and forth a few times, groaning with pleasure - before sliding further back down over my stomach, towards my still hard cock.

Angela reached behind her to wank my hard cock, and as she did so paused to rub her pussy against the hair on my stomach -- between my navel and my cock. Her eyes were heavy with lust, and I knew she was very close to orgasm.

'Do you want it inside?' she asked absent mindedly and breathlessly, wanking me firmly.

'Oh yes' I replied, reaching out to mould her breasts in my hands firmly.

'It could be a bit painful you know...' she commented, although already raising her abdomen.

'Oh please Baby...' I gasped desperately, the sight and feel of Ange's heavy breasts escalating my excitement.

'Well, I guess you deserve it darling...' Angela breathed, raising her torso slightly to position her pussy entrance.

Then Angela slid her wonderful sex straight down my hard length, the glorious swathe of her hot silk pussy enveloping my cock, straight down to it's very root, causing us both to gasp loudly. 

Totally impaled, for a long moment Angela sat there, eyes lightly closed, apparently savouring the feeling of my excited presence inside her. Then I needed to feel the silky friction of that succulent slice, and twitched my cock as hard I could inside her. The sensation of my cock flexing and kicking inside her brought Angela back to her senses, and as I gently began bucking my hips upwards against her, she looked straight back into my eyes (perhaps concerned in case I was already letting go).

Satisfied I was still in control Angela then drew herself up to squat over my cock, then starting sliding up and down, bumping down deeply with each descent. I knew this was to give me more pleasure, whilst giving herself time to delay her own orgasm, so I lay back drinking in the vision: her unkempt hair her falling across her face, her big breasts shaking, shuddering and jolting, her thighs wide in her squat, exposing her dark thatched pussy -- it's lips gaping and clinging to my shaft as they slid up and down my cock... 

I lost all sense of time as Angela fucked me, occasionally fucking back at her quickly and fiercely, revelling in how the changing tempo was reflected in the shock waves across her breasts. Then she went back to riding me, kneeling over me, sliding first up and down, then grinding and jerking back and forth against me or with intense brief circular movements of her pelvis that made her breasts sway even more beautifully. Her eyes became heavy and brow furrowed as she concentrated on her own pleasure. 

Finally, as Angela's orgasm approached she leaned forward to kiss me, crushing her big tits against my chest. We kissed deeply, wetly, gratefully, and I continued to hump into the hot wet centre of her body until -- finally - she trembled, and then bucked, and then moaned into my mouth and her hands clamped down onto my shoulders hard, and I knew she was cumming. 

Then without warning, suddenly I was cumming too, a rush of tension seizing me from out of nowhere, followed almost instantly by hot pleasure exploding outwards from somewhere behind my balls (followed also by the wonderful familiar jolts that signalled semen spurting from my balls).

As I spurted (or perhaps more likely - dribbled) and pounded erratically and ecstatically into Angela, I managed to unclench my eyes for a moment to see her tits flailing fantastically, her eyes shut, and her mouth open wide in a long silent gasp...

Then I was spent; my twitching cock lodged deep in Angela's slippery hot cunt; the last of the sperm from my aching testicles oozing out of my pampered helmet and onto her pussy walls - to begin a desperate race, doomed by lateness, to Angela's ovaries. My heart thudded, and my groin tingled with ebbing pleasure. 

The inevitable guilt and self-loathing, confusion and panic had yet to surface, and instead my mind was simply awash with an impulse to shout out at the top of my lungs some (unknown) word that could capture how alive, how in love, how incredible I felt at that precise moment! 

So there we lay -- Angela and I. I'd come to her house once again to say it was over, but instead all I'd done was to cum and fall further in love... 



Angela



The adult store was long and narrow. The wooden swing doors through which we had entered from the street swung closed behind us and we stopped and looked around. On one side of the shop there were dishevelled shelves bearing an array of all kinds of adult explicit magazines ranging over the entire gamut of the fetish spectrum. In the centre were glass topped display cabinets filled with all kinds of sexual aids, lotions, dildos and love potions and oils. On the other wall, to our right, was a display of erotic lingerie and naughty attire for both men and women. The service counter stood down near the back, with a bored sombre looking guy casually flicking through today's newspaper. Behind him there was another doorway covered by a velvety curtain, A sign 'Videos' was prominent above it.

We moved slowly down past the counter towards the curtain, casually taking in the whole store in the process. The man glanced up as we moved past him and then returned to his reading. The curtain led us into another room of about the same size but filled with videos. There were several aisles, and as we moved to the first one, we noticed there were several people browsing the various titles intently. As we looked at the videos on display on the walls I whispered to my wife, Angela, if she was interested in renting one at all. She pretended to be uninspired but gave an affirmative confirmation nonetheless.

As we turned the corner of the next aisle we both simultaneously spotted a small sign on the wall. "Theatre entrance located at rear of building." We both looked at each other for a moment. 

"Well?" I asked, looking at her with a slight sideways grin. Her eyes held the same conspiratorial look and glint. 

"Come on then." I said.

I grasped her hand and led the way back to the front of the store.

"You have to buy tickets here." The man at the counter spoke in a dead-pan procedural manner. "$10 for a flick-each." He glanced up peering at both me and Angela. I watched his eyes glance over me and then lasciviously wander over Angela. She was looking almost dressed for dinner, wearing black high heels, sheer black stockings and a black evening dress. She had on a stylish tight-cut sweater, as it was winter and cold out. She had on not much makeup, which accentuated her natural beauty and her blue clear eyes. Her pale skin was accented sharply by her striking red hair that swept gracefully down her shoulders. She looked stunning. The dress showed off her figure perfectly, highlighting her sexy flayed hips, and her tight flat stomach. The slight swell of her small tight breasts was apparent even through her sweater. We returned to the counter and I paid the man his money. 

"Entrance's round the back." He told us handing the tickets to us.

"Thank you." I replied and led Angela out of the store.

Cars raced by once we were out on the street again. Some people glanced at us from up the street as we emerged and we tried to look unembarrassed and relaxed. We headed up the street and found the side street which led to the theatre entrance at the rear of the building. I had never been to an adult theatre before, and had an excited, constricting feeling in my stomach and a hint of nervousness as well. I grasped Angela's hand as we moved through the doorway. It was very dark inside and I heard a voice beside me:

"Tickets please."

I fumbled in my pocket, found them and handed them over. 

"Up the stairs and to the right."

The stairs were very dimly lit, and the whole place had an eerie 'olden day' atmosphere. Angela glanced nervously at me and gripped my hand tighter.

"Everything's cool baby. Just try to relax and enjoy the movie." I said. "Excited?"

She nodded and smiled back. We reached the top of the stairs onto a small landing. From there we could hear the tacky music and the familiar groans associated with an adult movie emanating through a black curtain to our right.

"Are you ready to go through?" I asked her. 

She again nodded.

We stepped through the curtain and stood for a time adjusting to the dark room. Our bodies were illuminated by the light from the screen otherwise the theatre was in darkness. It was a medium sized theatre, about 15 rows of seats on a slight downwards angle, each row holding maybe 10 or 15 seats. The movie playing was a typical American porno-blockbuster. The current scene showed a one-on-one lesbian between two very well endowed blonde women who were groaning into each others' genitals as they licked and sucked each other to oblivion in a 69 position. As our eyes adjusted I noticed there were about 15 - 20 people sitting and watching the film. There were even a few couples like ourselves dotted around the theatre. As I glanced around I noticed a few eyes darted in our direction and then lingered when they caught sight of Angela.

We stayed at the entrance for a few moments before moving down the aisle to find a seat. 

"I can feel eyes on me" Angela whispered excitedly to me. 

"I know, I can sense it too." I replied. 

Some of the theatre goers eyes must have been glued to Angela's gorgeous curves as we moved down the shallow aisle steps to a seat. I slid my hand down from her waist to her gently swaying ass as I moved her to a seat. Once seated we felt more relaxed. Angela whispered to me again. 

"I feel so excited! Having those eyes on me really turned me on."

"I know," I told her."I'm turned on too by the thought of people checking out your hot little body."

She playfully hit me in the shoulder. "Shut up you!" She said.

We turned our attention to the movie. The lesbian scene was in its last throes and we were both disinterested a little. We were more excited by our physical surroundings. I kept peering around and then noticed a man several rows in front of us who kept turning slightly to stare back at us, or Angela I should say. Angela hadn't noticed so I pointed him out to her.

"How about a bit of a show?" I inquired. 

"I don't know..." She said. "It could be dangerous." 

"What's going to happen?" I asked. 

Without waiting for her response I began to slowly hike up her dress, the hem slid up her smooth thighs and reached the dark band at the top of her stockings.

"Don't!" She whispered harshly at me. 

"Come on - what's the problem?" 

"...I'm embarrassed." She at last confessed. 

"Well don't be, you're gorgeous. You know it and I know it. So does everyone here in fact! So does he!" I said, nodding subtly in the man's direction below us. His attention was riveted on Angela's hem line. Angela relaxed her grasp on my hand and I resumed sliding it up her thighs, now revealing the straps of her black lace garter belt. 

"Spread your legs a little baby." I whispered. She did as she was instructed, giving the voyeur below us a tantilising view of her sheer black satin panties.

I could feel her breath in shallow gasps upon my neck as I leaned over her. Her heart was beating fast and she clenched my arm as I spread her legs even wider. From my angle I couldn't see but I could imagine what our voyeur was seeing, with her legs spread, and her dress pulled up with the hem nearly around her hips, her panties would be straining tautly against the slight bulge of her womanhood. And, if the man stared closely enough, he would be able to make out the thin rectangle of Angela's well trimmed pussy. I felt my cock straining against my pants. I was extremely turned on by the lurid show we were giving the man below us. 

As my hand brushed Angela's pussy I could feel its heat emanating around my fingers and I knew she was also enjoying the experience, despite her nervousness. I had to go further. 

"Don't!" Angela tried to catch my arm as I moved towards her again. I watched the man's expression cloud with lust and I permitted myself a slight smile as I slid my fingers beneath the edge of Angela's panties and slowly pulled them to the side, exposing Angela's glistening pussy to the theatre. 

"Be a good girl." I whispered back. 

I gently lifted one of her legs and laid it over the arm of the chair Angela was sitting in. She was totally exposed and her face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pure excitement. I caught sight of a smile flash over her face for an instant and knew she was enjoying this as much as me. She relaxed again despite her legs spread lewdly apart and her wet pussy on proud display to anyone who cared to look.

"Touch yourself." I told her. 

She was hesitant. 

"Do it." I said again. 

Reluctantly she slid her hand down and rested it on her stomach. She looked at me and then locked gazes with the voyeur below us as she slid her hand down to her pussy, her finger gently flicking and rubbing at her erect clit. She let out a quiet moan which was masked by the noises from the film. Her fingers traced sensuous lines around her pussy and she at last closed her eyes and drifted into bliss.

My cock was fit to burst! I watched the man below us. He had swivelled in his seat to face us properly, his chest resting against the back of the seat he was in. I could see slight movement in his arm and guessed he was masturbating over the sight we had presented him with. Others had caught on to the show as well I realized as I looked around the theatre. Some were still enjoying the film obviously but a few more pairs of eyes were looking in our direction, specifically at my sweet woman's naked cunt. Angela, enclosed in her sweet reverie, was unaware of all the added attention. But no doubt it would have turned her on. Light from the film was reflected in the slick juices from her pussy and her fingers were now moving over her clit at an unconcious rate of lust. It was quite a show.

"Suck my cock baby." I leaned in and whispered into her ear. 

She opened her eyes and stared at me with her 'come to bed' eyes. She leaned over and rubbed my swollen member through my pants, teasing me slightly. 

"Do it baby." I whispered.

She smiled, unzipped my pants, and released my cock from its restraints. Angela knelt up in her seat to give her better access and then bent over and in the process left the other patrons with a view of her smooth ass and pussy barely concealed by her sheer satin G-string, with her dress still up around her hips, her garter belt, high-heels and stockings just accentuating the display.

Sinking my cock into her sweet warm mouth I groaned deeply at the sensation. Angela could suck cock better than anyone I had encountered and this time was no different. I felt her tongue lap at the pre-cum on the head of my cock while it was between her lips. With one hand she gripped my shaft in a tight grip and slid it gently up and down while sliding the swollen head into her mouth. She began to moan softly with the sensations and I saw her slide her hand down to her swollen pussy to resume its previous course. All embarrassment and shyness had left Angela as she continued to devour me and bring herself off.

I turned my attention back to the voyuer a few rows in front of us. His eyes were glazed with lust as he stared at Angela's sweet ass and watched as she swallowed my cock hungrily. I looked around the theatre and could see that other patrons were also enjoying the show. Two men moved into the aisle behind us to get a better view. They sat down just behind Angela where they watched her head bobbing up and down over my cock, her cheeks bulging with the treasure in her mouth. They could also watch her as she touched and rubbed her pussy through her soaking panties, her ass merely inches from their faces. 

I leant over Angela and spread the cheeks of her ass. The tiny g-string slip of material was useless to the men's probing gazes,and the outer folds of her lips were clearly visible. I then returned my attention to the delicious blow-job I was receiving. One of the men had slid his cock out of his pants and began rubbing it vigorously.

I could see it was thick and extremely swollen. He needed desperate relief from the show he was seeing. The other was bolder and reached a tentative hand over the seat to let it rest on Angela's upturned ass. Rather than panic, Angela began to grind against it as best she could, emboldening the man somewhat, he began to massage her ass and slide his fingers to join her own fingers on her pussy. Angela glanced up at me sexily moaning slightly louder when she felt his fingers pull her panties to the side and enter her wet pussy. This encouraged the second man, who, while jacking himself off furiously, also began to fondle Angela's ass. He found an alternate route however and began to lubricate her delicious asshole with the copious juices from her pussy. 

After a time he traced his fingers around the rim of her asshole slowly and then delicately slid a finger up to the knuckle into her. Angela gasped, but that was quickly replaced by a moan as she became accustomed to the fingers assaulting her pussy and ass. She began to buck her hips back at them urging them deeper inside her. I was nearing the point of no return. I stared around the theatre again. Almost all eyes were on our little show. I spotted about five men in the nearby vincinity with their cocks out masturbating furiously while watching my woman's ass and pussy being ravished by two strangers fingers. Two others had entered the row in front of us and were now sitting just in front of Angela, facing us, away from the screen. They joined the first two men in their discovery of Angela's earthly delights, their hands roaming over her ass and pussy, sliding up under her dress to rub and squeeze her tits. Angela was writhing in pleasure and emmited moans deeply from around my cock every now and then when one of them touched her somewhere deeply. Finally I couldn't take anymore. I felt my throbbing cock begin to pulse of its own accord. 

"I'm coming baby." I told her. 

She ignored me and kept sucking, even harder in fact. Suddenly I felt a surge in my loins and a load sped from my cock smacking the back of her throat. She gulped it down before pulling my cock from her mouth and began jacking me off onto her face. My cock pulsed again, and a ropey load of cum shot over her cheek, landing in her open mouth. Her tongue flicked out to catch the next shot and she left her mouth wide open until I was spent. She then slid my shrinking member back into her mouth and sucked me dry. 

She was a sight! Her face was laced with sticky strands of cum that had begun to drip down onto her cleavage. I had never known Angela to eat cum like that. She was wild. I looked into her eyes and saw they were glazed over with lust for cock and cum. She was hungry. It turned me on even more despite the fact that I had just come. All feelings of nervousness in her were most definitely gone as she turned to face the men with her cum-spattered face.

All four strangers had their cocks out now. She reached over the back of the seat and grasped the one nearest her. The man's expression melted as she drew his cock into her soft velvety mouth. 

"God, she sucks cock like a dream." The man murmured under his breath. 

He slid his hands around her head and guided her pace faster over his stiff cock. One of the other men in the lower aisle climbed over the back of the seat into our row and knelt up in front of Angela presenting her his cock. I watched as Angela grasped it in her free hand and began to masturbate him teasingly, sliding her hand up and down his long shaft, her fingers gliding over the swollen veins. She then began to alternate between the two, sucking and licking one and then the other, all the while rubbing and bringing them to a frenzy. She seemed to be in lustful heaven having these two stiff cocks in her hands to do with as she pleased.

I got hard again just watching her swallow these other men's cocks, her cheeks bulging as before, but this time with my cum streaked across her face. As she enjoyed her feast of hard cock, one of the other men near her, separated only by the theatre seats, slid her dress up again, it had fallen back down when she had turned around in the seat, and then pulled it over her head, removing it completely along with her cum stained sweater. By now she was the centre of attention for the entire theatre, the movie paled in comparison to this real show in their midst.

All eyes were on her as she knelt on the seat, sucking the pair of cocks before her, wearing only now a bra, sheer g-string panties, which were pulled aside to reveal her pussy, suspender belt, stockings and her high-heels. My cock grew stiff again in my pants, my wife was becoming quite the slut! I had never imagined I would be watching my wife gobbling two strangers' cocks in front of a theatre of people. The man then undid Angela's bra, exposing her gently swaying tits with their erect nipples. He proceeded to rub and caress them, pinching her nipples to small tight points and occasionally moving down to rub her naked pussy. Angela groaned and writhed under the onslaught, her mouth filled with cock at any given moment.

As I sat and watched, absently rubbing my stiffness, I saw the other man in the lower aisle get up and walk around to where I was sitting. He asked if he could get past. I was in a daze as I let him past and moved down a bit further so he could sit down next to Angela, her ass and pussy writhing in front of his face, the colour of her thin red pubic hair barely visible in the theatre light, her juices glistening on her thighs. He looked at me and smiled. 

"May I?" He asked so politely I couldn't refuse. 

"Go ahead." I nodded. 

He turned to face Angela again, this time burying his face in her pussy. I saw his tongue snake out and lick her sweet juices and lolled her clit on his tongue. Angela let out a guttural groan and 

stabbed her pussy into his face further. 

"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm" She groaned in near orgasmic delight. 

The man licked her pussy and probed her pussy with his tongue. Then, with his fingers he began to penetrate her. I could see her pussy lips retracting in and out with his finger. 

"Fuck my pussy." Angela said, after freeing her mouth of cock momentarily. "Fuck me."

I was shocked. We hadn't talked about this. Was it safe? The man could be disease-ridden! Panic welled up in me but I was too turned on to act on any other impulse other than to watch my wife take this strange man's cock into her tight pussy. 

He knelt up and holding his cock in his fist, he forced it at Angela's wet entrance. I watched in disbelief and excitement as her pussy gripped his cock and he slid it in in one fluid movement. 

"Ohhhh God!" Was all she could say. 

The man clutched her ass and began to thrust in and out of her violently, shaking her whole being. From my seated viewpoint I could see his shaft completely disappear into my wife's pussy again and again, his balls thwacking against her thighs. 

"Don't come inside her." Was all I could say.

I watched Angela try vainly to suck the cocks in front of her again. The thrusts caused the cocks to jump from her mouth from time to time and the men would force them back in pulling her head down on them. 

"Ohhhh yeah." Angela yelped, as she then just gripped the cocks in her fists and was butted back and forth by the man behind. Other patrons of the theatre had begun to converge around the scene, there were about ten in all, standing or sitting nearby watching and wanking their cocks off at the sight. Angela was totally consumed by cock. I think I had counted 2 orgasms already and she looked well on her way to her third. 

Then one of the men receiving the fellatio announced he was coming. 

"Open your mouth." He told Angela. 

Angela looked confused for a second then realised what was coming. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to receive his load. 

"MMmmmm. Come on me. Come all over me." She pleaded in a lust-filled voice that seemed almost foreign. 




Angela



The man took his cock in his hand and, while balancing his cock on her tongue, jacked himself off. The first load went straight down her throat, the second and third jets of cum weren't so clean, one splayed across her tongue and landed on her cheek, the other splattered across the bridge of her nose. The remaining streams were weaker and dripped onto the seat in front of her. What an erotic sight it was to see my wife take a blast of cum in the face from a total stranger, while being fucked doggie-style by another and jacking off another in the process. 

And all in front of about ten or so others who were all wanking off at the sight. I nearly came then and there. 

The man who had climaxed slid away from the proceedings. The other man she was sucking slid over the seat-back to get more room and fed Angela his stiff cock with more force now. He held her head over his cock directing her mouth 

"Fuck my pussy harder!" She yelped between breaths. 

The man fucking her thrust with more intensity, his balls audibly slapping against her. 

"I'm coming you slut!" He grunted. 

I gripped his shoulder as a reminder that he won't be coming inside my wife and he pulled his cock out just before spurting his load all over her smooth up-turned ass. The cum gathered in pools on the small of her back before it slowly began to drip down the crack of her ass and slide over her sopping pussy onto the seat. The man finished himself off before doing up his pants and pushing past me to get out.

Angela was certainly a sight now. Her face was streaked with sticky cum which dripped from the corners of her mouth and chin, her ass was spattered with the stuff. She looked every inch a cum-covered slut. She was still in her lust filled world, sucking for all she was worth on the cock in front of her, the man forcing her head up and down faster and faster. The other man that had disrobed her earlier now came to our row and squeezed past me, I moved my legs to let him pass, thus giving him my unspoken permission. He rubbed the cum with his fingers over her ass and pussy paying particular attention to her asshole. He rubbed it gently and Angela began to grind her ass into his hand, gyrating obscenely. The man then slid a finger into her back-door and Angela swooned. He leant over and I heard him whisper into her ear:

"I'm gonna fuck your ass raw slut." 

She groaned again at the thought and proceeded to rub her clit furiously as she moved her ass in slow decreasing circles in front of the man's face. I saw her turn slightly, thick cock sliding in and out of her cum-dripping mouth, to watch the man slide his thick blood-engorged cock into her ass. She tensed as she felt the tip of his 

cock touch at her rim. I watched intently, rubbing myself through my pants, as he pushed his swollen cockhead against her tight hole, then he pushed slightly harder and her asshole suddenly gave, taking the head of the man's cock inside. The cum still dripping down her ass crack lubricated the man's thick prick and slowly he edged himself deeper and deeper inside. Angela let out a low guttaral groan of sluttish pleasure as the cock slid into her ass to the hilt, her asscheeks splayed apart by the thickness of the man's cock, her cum-soaked pussy gaping open. 

"Ohhh God! Oh god!!" She kept saying. 

"Fuck my ass with your cock!" She said loudly, everyone could hear her nearby. I glanced around and heard them murmuring things like 

"look how fucking cock-hungry the slut is" and 

"look at the slut's face, she's covered with cum and fucking loves it!" 

"she needs ten fucking hard cocks not two!" 

I was shocked, we had no idea this was going to happen like it had. At least I hadn't! Some men had even gathered in the aisles to get a better view of this fat cock sliding in and out of Angela's tight ass, her pussy involuntarily opening and closing at the action of it. I heard them too commenting on how tight her pussy looked and how good her ass would feel with their cocks in it. 

"Fuck my ass!" Angela continued oblivious to everything but the cocks she was servicing.

The man she was sucking finally urged that he was about to come. 

"Come in my mouth. I love the taste of a man's cum." Angela endeared him. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but fuck it turned me on. I watched as the man's face began to contort and I could tell that he was blowing his load down Angela's throat. Her cheeks swelled and dribbles of fresh cum appeared at the corners of her mouth. She took a big swallow and then pulled the still-shooting cock from her mouth and directed one load into her face with her mouth open to catch what she could with the remnants of his first load still visible on her tongue. He then jacked the rest of his load onto her tits. She squealed in delight as her face and tits were spattered with his hot sticky cum. The man fell backwards into a seat and just sat there in exhaustion and satisfied bliss.

Angela then turned her attention back to the man reaming her tight ass. With her cum-blasted face turned seductively in my direction I stared at her as I watched her ride his prick with renewed viguor, her ass writhing up and down, his thick cock sliding in and out of her tiny hole. I stared around the theatre, all the couples had left and only ten or so people remained, all men. All very horny. They had all gathered near our row, several with their cocks out, masturbating openly in front of us and Angela, taking no effort to disguise their intentions. I began to grow nervous again. 

"Cum in the slut's ass." One of them said to the man reaming her. 

"Yeah - fill the fucking slut's ass with cum." Another joined in. 

They gathered around closer, I noticed some whispering to Angela: 

"After he's finished spilling his load up your slut ass, you're gonna take us." 

"I'm gonna take your tight ass you slut!" 

"let's see if we can get three cocks in you at once cum-slut!" 

"How about sucking on this slut." Another said, waving his solid cock in front of her face, rubbing the cloying cum around her mouth with his cock and forcing it into her mouth. Things were getting rapidly out of hand! 

At last the guy fucking her ass seemed that he was about to come. All attention returned to him and ten pairs of eyes stared at Angela's ass as the cock fucked in and out at an ever increasing pace. The man suddenly seized her hips and pulled her into him groaning as he did so, his hips bucking in fury. Gradually he slowed and then I watched as he eased his spent cock from her ass. Sticky cum welled up from her ass and trickled down onto her pussy and thighs. The man had blown his entire load deep in her ass! Time to go!

Angela looked totally satiated and spent, her head drooping down slightly onto the arm rest. The men trying to offer their dicks to her looked confused. Their game was over. I grabbed my jacket and wrapped it around her naked soaked cum-covered body. Then I picked up her dress and other belongings and walked her up the aisle to the exit. The other men let me pass without a fuss. Perhaps they felt they would be luckier next time. Once outside I cleaned up her face as best I could and wiped her tits with my jersey. I then wrapped her up in my coat again and hailed a taxi home.

What a shocking night! So exciting! So crazy! I could hardly believe it myself.



Angela



Petrecerea Alinei a fost foarte reușită, sau, poate, doar așa mi s-o fi părut mie!...

Am mâncat, am băut, am dansat, iar am băut, poate... cam prea mult!...

La un moment dat, din motive care-mi scapă, am simțit că, totuși, am cam prea multă băutură la bord...

Alina mă vede că am ceva probleme de echilibru, așa că, natural, mă invită să mă retrag într-o cameră și să mă odihnesc -- fata, cu bun simț, nu-mi spune, franc, în față, că sunt beat!...

Cum n-am vreo jenă, după ce mă duc la baie și-mi golesc rezervorul, trec în canapeaua din camera indicată de Alina și... trag pe dreapta.

Știu că în cel mult două ore de repaus îmi revin, așa că nu-mi fac probleme...

Singura problemă este că Ioana, tipa căreia îi pusesem gând rău, ofuscată că mi-am permis să beau mai mult decât este cazul, și-o ia pe prietena ei, cu care a venit la petrecere și pleacă acasă, cu un taxi...

Habar n-am unde locuiește, sau ce număr de telefon are...

Aș putea s-o întreb pe Alina, însă, din moment ce femeia a hotărât să plece, fără ca să mai țină cont de faptul că exist și eu pe undeva, mi-e clar că n-are chef să mai aibă de-a face cu mine!...

În fine, revenit în zona de desfășurare a conflictului, realizez că este deja cinci dimineața, iar Alina are grijă să-mi aducă o cană mare cu cafea, fără strop de zahăr.

Chiar are grijă să mă întrebe dacă vreau, sau nu, să-mi aducă și o lămâie...

Într-un sfert de oră, dacă te uiți la mine, nu ai habar în ce situație mă aflam acum două ore...

Încep să beau din cafea, care, între timp s-a mai răcit, când își face apariția, în preajma mea, tipa asta micuță, cu un păr șaten deschis, revărsându-i-se peste umeri, cu ochii ăștia pătrunzători, de un verde închis, cu zâmbetul ei de te trimite cu gândul la reclama vreunei paste de dinți, cu trupul de fâșneață, bine proporționat, care, nici una, nici alta, îmi aduce două sandwich-uri cu șuncă, asezonate cu câte o jumătate de castravecior murat.

Îmi spune:

-- Nu știu despre sandwich-uri, însă, sigur, trebuie să mănânci, măcar castraveciorii!...

Știu că s-a tot uitat ea la mine, de-a lungul serii, însă n-a avut loc de manevră din cauza Ioanei...

Îmi pune, expert, mâna pe frunte, apoi, rugându-mă să stau liniștit, o simt că-mi ia pulsul.

Apare și Alina, glumind:

-- Ce faci, Angela, îl verifici dacă-l iei la spital, sau acasă?...

Mă lămuresc. Fata este asistent medical, specializată pe urgențe...

Gata, jur că nu mă mai îmbăt la vreo petrecere!...

Fetele astea, în loc să mă iubească, mă bagă-n spital!...

Eu, sincer, mă simt bine, nu mă doare nimic, iar alcoolul, mai ales că am mai trecut o dată pe la toaletă, cred că s-a cam dus...

În fine, o văd pe Angela că se retrage, șușotește ceva cu Alina, apoi, cea din urmă se precipită pe undeva, prin casă.

Apare, destul de repede, cu un aparat de măsurat tensiunea.

Cum, mi-e clar, eu sunt ținta, simt, subit, cum îmi crește tensiunea...

Baragladinele astea vor să mă facă, așa, la răsărit de soare, să-mi iasă pe nas toată distracția!...

O clipă, chiar analizez, la modul serios, dacă nu este cazul s-o pup pe Alina și s-o șterg spre casă -- am oroare să fiu analizat, investigat, palpat, chestii...

Sunt ditamai bărbatul, sănătos tun, dar... când e să dau de doctori, sau asistentele acestora, în exercițiul funcțiunii, devin un fel de animal speriat și pus pe fugă, sau pe harță...

Angela preia tensiometrul de la Alina și se apropie de mine.

Ridic o mână, în sensul clar, explicit, că să stea dracului în banca ei...

Duce mâna cu aparatul la spate, apoi, galeș, se repede și mă sărută pe buze, în timp ce cu mâna liberă îmi ciufulește părul...

Ce-or avea, gagicile astea, în general, cu părul meu, de țin să mă ciufulească, habar n-am, însă, recunosc, întotdeauna-mi place tratamentul...

Mi se uită-n ochi, râzând:

-- Hai, că deja te-am făcut să-ți crească tensiunea!...

Mă uit la ea, cam tăios...

Iar râde:

-- Hai, armăsare, îți iau tensiunea, apoi mă faci un blues, că prea mi-au curs balele, după tine, toată noaptea!...

Ce să mai zic? Declarație clară, directă, fără dubii!...

Încerc:

-- N-am putea să trecem direct la blues?...

De data asta se uită ea tăios la mine:

-- Băăăăăăăi! Eu sunt cadrul medical aici! Faci cum spun eu!...

Sincer, nu vreau să plec singur, acasă -- a fost prea frumos, prea antrenant, iar îmbrățișarea unei femei, chiar dacă nu mai este vorba de Ioana, chiar că mi-ar face bine la suflețel!...

În fine, mă predau.

Îmi ia tensiunea, clipe în care o urăsc sincer, dar, după cum începe să zâmbească, îmi dau seama că este mulțumită:

-- Ai treișpe cu opt, armăsare!

Știu ce înseamnă, dar fac pe prostul, parafrazând-o pe Alina:

-- Deci... la spital, sau acasă?...

Mi se uită în ochi:

-- ... Va trebui, mai întâi, să mă cucerești!

Mă uit și eu în ochii ei, pătrunzător de data asta:

-- Fata mea, tu nu ești de cucerit!... Tu, dacă vrei, vrei, dacă nu...

Râde:

-- Hai că ești tare! Psihologule!...

Mă ridic și mă duc la combina muzicală a Alinei -- cum muzicile sunt înregistrate de mine, nu mi-e greu să găsesc, rapid, un blues...

Ce să zic, mi se freacă destul de insistent cu abdomenul de șliț, așa că se simt și consecințele...

O întreb:

-- De ce nu vrei să ai răbdare să ajungem și noi într-un loc mai... privat?...

Mi se sprijină cu fruntea de piept...

Mă aplec și o întreb:

-- Mergem?

-- Da, dar la mine! La două intru în tură!...

-- Cu tine merg și pe malul Dâmboviței, chiar și la spital, dacă aveți pe-acolo o cameră mai izolată!...

De data asta, o pup pe Alina, mulțumindu-i pentru tot și cerându-mi scuze pentru... accident...

Mi se apropie de ureche:

-- Lasă, că s-a brodit bine -- Ioana e o sclifosită! Angela e... cu totul altceva!

Într-adevăr!

Nu stă la discuții. Doar ce suntem intrați la ea în cameră și mă ia la dezechipat!

Dezbrăcat și întins în pat, mă apasă pe abdomen, în zona vezicii urinare:

-- Dacă vrei să te golești, fă-o acum, că am de gând să te fut de să te-ndoi!...

-- ... Nu cred că e cazul!...

Încep să-i deschei nasturii de la bluză.

Se retrage și trece la dezechipare...

Frate! Mișto gagica!...

Pula mi-e deja beton, dar fata mă prinde de coaie și mi le strânge, finuț, însă ferm.

Mi-e clar că vrea să insinueze că sunt în puterea ei...

Eu sunt dispus să fiu în orice postură, doar să știu sigur că mă tratează cum trebuie...

Mă încalecă:

-- Hai că am un chef de pulă de nu-ți pot desena!...

Îmi duc, obraznic, mâna între labiile ei -- e udă ca la balamuc!

Geme!...

Nu stau să tatonez. O trag cu bazinul pe pulă și o las să cadă.

N-are grețuri! Și-o ia pe toată în pizdă, până-n uter, chiar dacă, o simt, are oareșcare dureri!...

-- Mammăăăă! Ce bun ești!...

O parafrazez:

-- Și tu ești, tare bună, frumoaso!...

-- ... Mai zi-mi că-s frumoasă!... Că-mi place!...

-- ... Pot să-ți zic și ce... bună de pulă ești, frumoaso?...

-- Ahhhhhhhh! Ce pulă bună ai!... Care uter, că mi-o bagi până-n stomac!...

Fac un spirit de glumă, tâmpit:

-- Dacă mă chema Abdul, ți-o băgam până-n gât! Frumusețe!...

-- ... Las' că o să mi-o bagi și acolo, dar... pe partea ailaltă!...

Doamne! E alunecoasă, dar știe să mă frece pe unde trebuie, mă incită, mă face să mă simt mascul!...

Scoate un text pe care, sincer, nu-l prea pot pricepe:

-- Când mi-o fi mai rău, așa să-mi fie!...

Dacă tot o dăm pe urări, încerc și eu să fac față:

-- Puiule, tot ce-ți dorești, să ți se indeplinească!...

Se crispează un pic, dar doar un pic:

-- Ești... nebun?!?

-- ...?...

-- Vreau un copil de la tine!...

Gata! S-a dus în pizda mă-si erecția!...

Se întinde lângă mine:

-- Băi dar... sensibilos mai ești!...

Mă întind și scot o țigară -- o aprind...

Îmi ia țigara din mână și trage și ea un fum:

-- Ți-am zis bine că ești armăsar! Caii sunt, în general, foarte sensibili!...

Mai scot o țigară, i-o pun în bot și i-o aprind...

Stăm cuminți și fumăm...

Brusc, pe Angela o umflă râsul:

-- Să vezi ce urât o să facă șeful la mine azi! Mă ghicește de fiecare dată când... sar pârleazul!...

Sunt, serios vorbind, îngrijorat, pentru ea...

-- Stai puțin! Hai mai bine să dormim și... profităm noi, cu siguranță. de... altă ocazie!...

-- ... Ești nebun?!? ...

-- Hai, femeie, potolește-te!

-- Băăăăăăiiiiiii! Pentru tine, omor tot spitalul! ... Vreau să mă fuți!...

-- ... Bine, criminalo!...

Râde de se strică, de parcă nu ea ar fi fost cea care să declanșeze toată nebunia!...

Ahhhhh! Ce pizdă mișto are!...

Zemoasă, darnică, plină de vervă!... Mă fute de mă-ndoaie!...

La un moment dat, mă roagă să n-o mai pătrund atât de adânc -- parcă mi-ar fi cerut contrariul!

Dau în ea ca într-un dușman!

O fut de-o zăpăcesc!...

După ce termin, la ea în pizdă, mă culc pe ea, ca pe o saltea...

Știu că are probleme respiratorii, dar... nu mă opresc!...

Îmi ia pula la supt, ca o nebună...

La douăsprăzece, îmi fac bagajele și o las...

M-a tot sunat la birou, de-au început colegele să facă mișto de mine, că... mă caută soția!...

Un coleg, chiar îmi atrage atenția că... am șanse mari să devin tătic, chiar și prin corespondență...

El săracul, e deja pe cale să devină tătic, cu logodnica lui.

Ca să mă răzbun, chiar fac mișto de el și-i spun că regula e ca în fața ofițerului stării civile să se prezinte două persoane, nu trei, sau mai multe!...

După vreo trei zile, sunt în fața spitalului...

Efuziuni sentimentale, chestii...

De data asta, mergem la mine...

Nu e bine intrată, că vrea să facă duș...

Cine n-o lasă?!?...

O văd și o simt că e obosită, dar și întărâtată...

O iau în brațe, o sărut de-o îndoi, apoi îmi bag pula-n ea, la foc automat.

După ce mă asigur că s-a slobozit de vreo cinci sau șase ori, n-o las să se mai ducă nicăieri, ci o țin în brațe.

Adormim ca niște copii cuminți, ceea ce, cu siguranță, nu suntem...

În sfârșit, afară este deja întuneric, sigur e trecut de nouă seara.

Angela se strecoară și se prelinge către baie...

O las să-și facă toaleta, să-și rezolve necesitățile, apoi, cum revine în pat, o îmbrățișez din nou, o sărut, apoi dau și eu o fugă până la baie...

Habar n-am de ce dau dovadă de atâta credulitate cu femeia asta -- am lăsat să-mi curgă sperma în vaginul ei, fără nici cea mai mică măsură de precauție, de vreo patru ori, dacă stau să număr bine...

Știu, fiind unde este, nu sunt probleme, în cazul necesității vreunui avort!...

Oricum, din moment ce ea nu se dă lovită, probabil că lucrurile vor fi OK...

Când o întreb, în afară de faptul că-mi spune să nu-mi fac probleme, tace.

Acum, ce să zic? La situația mea financiară, ideea de a plăti, cel puțin optsprezece ani, o pensie alimentară, n-ar fi o problemă!...

Mai nasol ar fi că... m-ar mânca în părțile moi să văd copilul, să-l ajut, să fac față acelei tendințe a mamelor în această situație de a-l face pe copil să creadă că tata este un rău!...

Dar, lasă! Să nu ne gândim la urâțenii!...

O iau pe Angela în brațe, o sărut, o sărut aproape sângeros, inclusiv mușcând-o de buză -- zici că sunt vampir, nu alta!

Îi duc mâna jos, la lindic și i-l chinui -- se frământă fata, dar n-are nici o șansă să scape din îmbrățișarea mea...

Mârâie, vădit nervoasă:

-- Lasă-mă să te fut!...

O las...

Mă întorc pe spate și mă abandonez. Hai să vedem! Îmi rupe pula, sau ce-are de gând să-mi facă?...

Își înfige unghiile în pielea pectoralilor mei, însă, imediat ce reușește să-și bage pula-n pizdă, devine o dulcică, finuță, blânduță, iubitoare...

Mă uit în ochii ei:

-- Hai, soră, tratează-ți pacientul!...

Are o pizdă fină, fină, fină de tot, iar mamelele cu care-mi mângâie pieptul mă fac să închid ochii, în extaz...

Nu mă forțează în nici un fel, arătându-mi, dacă mai este cazul, cât de frumos se poate face sex fără forță sau violență...

Stăm așa vreo oră, sau poate chiar două...

Îmi este atât de bine încât, la un moment dat, chiar încerc să adorm -- normal, nu reușesc performanța...

Se joacă cu mine -- mă sărută pe frunte, pe gât, pe piept...

Chiar îmi pune și o etichetă:

-- Pacientul meu cel sălbatic și neostoit!...

Eu, normal, fiind întins pe spate, nu dau nici un semn că aș vrea să ejaculez!...

Totuși, ce-i destul, e destul!

Mă ridic și o răstorn pe ea pe spate:

-- Cum vrei, frumoaso, finuț, sau... tare și cu forță?...

-- ... Cum vrei tu!...

-- Ba nu! Cum vrei tu, așa-ți fac!

-- Fii bărbat!...

Habar n-am ce vrea ea să spună, însă eu o iau, serios, la pulă.

Gata cu finețurile! Astea țin de femeie! Acum, fut eu!

Dau tare, tare, tare de tot!

Icnește un pic, dar nu fuge și nici nu scoate din ea alte proteste...

Brusc, se oprește, mă respinge cu toată ființa ei, să ies din ea, apoi se întoarce, pe coate și genunchi...

Pricep ideea, așa că o iau, pe la spate, la pompe, în timp ce-mi bag degetul mare în curul ei...

După câți kilometri de futai am tras împreună, nu mi-e rușine s-o întreb:

-- Te fut și-n cur, frumusețe?...

Tăcerea este tot răspunsul pe care-l primesc...

Tot pompând, normal, mă apropii.

I-o scot din găoace și i-o centrez pe sfincterul anal...

Nu se ferește.

Intru, așa cum știu eu, fără să forțez...

Surprinzător, practic îmi dansează cu curu-n pulă!...

E tare bine și... interesant!

Când ejaculez, mi-e clar că și-a dus mâna și și-a luat lindicul la trântă!...

După turul de forță, mergem la baie, apoi, întorși în cameră, fumăm și bem...

Mi se uită-n ochi:

-- Nu vreau să te sperii, însă aș vrea să vii la mine, la spital, să-ți fac un EKG...

Normal că ignor o astfel de invitație, însă profesional vorbind, fata a avut dreptate.

Am aflat, cu mulți ani mai târziu, de problema mea...

Oricum, chiar dacă aș fi aflat mai devreme, tot n-aș fi avut ce face!...

Drumurile ni s-au despărțit. Ea, gărzi, chestii, iar eu, tot felul de alte tentații!...



Angela



Last January my life changed in a way I never would have thought possible. The following story tells of the even that triggered this change. Before I get into the story let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Angela and I am 21 years old and a housewife in Tucson, Arizona. I am five feet six inches tall and weigh 110 pounds. My husband Travis always tells me I have a great body and he says he loves my 34B breasts. We have been married for a year and a half.

Travis is 36 years old. He is six feet tall and weighs 170 pounds. Mostly he is a very sweet man but sometime he shows bad judgment. We met two years ago at a party at a mutual friends house. I liked Travis right away but I made him wait two weeks before I had sex with him. I had always been conservative when it came to maters of sex. I didn't think it proper for a girl to go to bed with a man until she spent enough time with him to know that they had something special between them. Sex with Travis, although frequent was not very inventive. Mostly we engaged in intercourse in the missionary position. We did engage in oral sex but not very often. I think that may have been more my fault than Travis', because although I enjoyed giving and receiving oral sex and in my fantasies I always performed oral sex, I believed that good girls didn't do that sort of thing. 

I guess that's enough background. So I will get on with the story.

The Super Bowl Bet 

It was Super Bowl Sunday and I was sitting in our bedroom watching a movie on HBO. Travis was in the living room with three of his friends watching the football game. The game was between the New England Patriots and the St. Louis Rams and the Rams were heavily favored to win. That is the extent of what I knew about the game. I really have very little interest in football but Travis loves the sport. 

I have spent several Sundays in the bedroom watching movies while Travis sits in front of the television in the living room yelling at his team. And that Sunday was no different except that Travis was yelling much louder and seemed to be getting angry. 

It was almost nine o'clock that evening when Travis' friends left and he came into the bedroom. From the look on his face I would have thought someone had shot his dog. I asked him what was wrong and he said, "The Rams lost."

I said, "Were you for the Rams?"

He said, "Yes. They were supposed to win. I can't believe they lost that game."

I said, "It was just a game. Why are you so upset?"

"I had a bet on the game."

"You bet on the Rams?"

"Yes. It was a sure thing."

"But they lost."

"I know they lost. That's the problem."

"How much did you bet?"

"I made a bet with John yesterday that the Rams would win. He bet me straight. I didn't give him any points. It was a sure thing."

"How much did you bet?"

"He bet me a one thousand dollars that the Patriots would win."

"You bet a thousand dollars on a football game. We can't afford to lose that kind of money."

"I didn't bet him a thousand dollars."

"But you just said..."

"I said he bet me a thousand dollars. I told him that I couldn't cover that much so he let me bet $500 and something else of equal value."

"What do you mean 'something else of equal value'?"

"I don't know how to say this... He said that if you would have sex with him, that would be worth $500."

"What! You told him that I would have sex with him? How could you? That is despicable. How dare you use me as part of a wager?"

"I'm sorry Angela. I am so sorry. I never thought there was a chance the Rams would lose that game. It was a sure thing."

"But they lost the game didn't they? You don't really expect me to have sex with him do you?"

"I don't like this any better than you do but if you don't do it I will have to come up with the full thousand. You know how tight our budget is right now. We don't have it."

"But you can get the money next month. Don't you have a bonus check coming?"

"The bet is payable tomorrow. I have to pay him tomorrow or the amount of the bet goes up $50 a day."

"You agreed to that bet?"

"That was my idea. I wanted to make sure he didn't drag his feet about paying me the thousand dollars."

"But you lost. Now you are supposed to pay him tomorrow? I am supposed to pay him tomorrow?"

"I said I'm sorry. I don't know what else to do."

I was so angry I couldn't speak for a minute then I said, "Get out of here. I want to be alone."

When Travis closed the door behind him I started trying to figure out how we could get an extra $500 on Monday so we could get out of this mess. I started to think that I would just refuse to have sex with John and let Travis figure out how to fix his own problem. Then I started to wonder 'how bad could it be to have sex with John?' I could just lie there and let him do his thing and that would be the end of it. 

The problem with that was that I didn't really like John that much. John was our neighbor and became a pretty good friend of Travis'. John was a big athletic looking guy and was fairly handsome. The problem I had with him was that whenever he was around I would catch him looking at me. It kind of gave me the creeps. 

After weighing all of the options, of which there were few, I made a decision. It had taken me until midnight but I had decided on a course of action. I loved my husband and in spite of his poor judgment I wanted to be supportive. I figured I could survive having sex with John if it would help Travis so I would leave it up to Travis. My decision was that I would ask Travis what he wanted me to do and that's what I would do. Besides, this would teach Travis to never do anything that stupid again.

I called Travis into the bedroom and told him what I had decided. He didn't say a word for quite some time. He just got undressed and got into bed. The he pulled me close and said, "I am so sorry about this. I hope that you'll be able to forgive me." Then he started to cry and soon we were both crying. 

We were holding each other tightly and crying when I felt Travis' cock begin to move. He was getting an erection. It struck me as an odd time for him to get aroused. I reached my hand down between us and wrapped my fingers around his growing erection. 

I don't know why, but feeling his cock growing in my hand like that was getting me excited too. I don't know what came over. I pushed Travis onto his back then I climbed on top of him. I pulled my nightgown up and reached between us to guide his cock to the now wet opening to my vagina. I rubbed the head of his cock around the opening a few times to lubricate him then I guided him inside me. As I lowered myself down letting his cock penetrate me I felt little shocks go through my body. I already felt my orgasm approaching. I had never felt the onset of an orgasm this quickly. I don't know what made me so hot, but I was enjoying the feel of his cock inside me. I began bouncing up and down on him and soon my orgasm hit. It seemed that even before my orgasm ended, Travis was erupting inside me. When it was over I rolled off Travis and curled myself up and went to sleep.

Monday morning Travis was very timid around me. He avoided eye contact and spoke very little. As he was getting ready to leave for work he asked, "Are you okay? I mean about tonight. Are you still going to do it?"

I said, "If you still want me to do it."

Travis said, "It's not that I want you to do it, I just don't know what else we can do."

I wondered if that was true. 

With Travis gone I quickly did my chores around the house then I sat down and started to think about what was going to take place that night. I have to admit that sometimes when I am alone in the house I will play with myself. I find that fingering my pussy sometimes can help take the edge of things. When I masturbate I fantasize about having sex with all sorts of different men. Thinking about a strange man putting a big cock in my pussy excites me. However, these were just fantasies, I never thought about actually doing any of the things I fantasized about. But, faced with the fact that I was actually going to have another man in my bed, I began to think about what it would be like. I wondered how big his cock would be. How long would he fuck me? Would I have an orgasm? Then the big question, where would he climax? Would he shoot his load inside me or would he use a condom? 

Then I remembered that this was John I was thinking about not some faceless stranger. I already didn't care much for him and after that night any time I saw him, he would have a smug look on his face that said, 'I fucked you.' 

I tried to block that out of my head. All afternoon my thoughts were on what was going to happen that evening. Travis came home from work at six o'clock. He didn't eat much at dinner and he spoke even less. At 7:15 the phone rang. I guessed it was John so I went into the bedroom. I don't know why but I didn't want to hear any of that conversation. A few minutes later Travis came into the room and said that John would be over at eight o'clock. Then Travis suggested I take a shower and get ready. I wanted to ask Travis how I was supposed to get ready to be fucked by our neighbor, but I decided that things were uncomfortable enough without my wit. 

I took a shower then put on a pair of lacy white panties and a long nightgown. When I came out of the bathroom Travis had already turned down the bed and had turned on a lamp next to the bed. The bedroom door was closed and Travis was no longer in the room. I tried sitting on the bed but I was too nervous so I paced around the room. I thought about what I was going to do. My plan was to just lie on the bed and let John do what he wanted and hope that he didn't take too long. 

I had just sat down on the bed again when I heard the doorbell. The sound wasn't very loud but it shot through me like a bolt of electricity and made me jump off the bed. 

I could hear voices in the other room but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Shortly after there was a knock on the door and Travis said, "It's me." He opened the door and came in. Travis came over to me and asked if I was all right. I nodded my head. Travis said, "John asked me to get you ready."

"Get me ready? How?"

Travis kissed me then he opened my nightgown and slipped it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he walked me to the bed and asked me to lie down. Travis ran his fingers softly down my cheek then kissed me and said, "Thank you for doing this."

Travis left the room with out looking back and closed the door behind him. Less than a minute later John came in. He walked straight over to the bed and sat on the edge. He looked me up and down and then said, "You are very beautiful. I know that you must be unhappy about all of this. I can imagine what you think of me, coming here to collect on this bet. I'd like to explain some things before we start. First, this bet wasn't my idea. I simply told Travis that I thought the New England would beat the Rams. He asked me if I wanted to bet on the game and I suggested we bet ten dollars. Travis said, 'Ten dollars isn't a bet. If you think the Patriots can win lets make an interesting bet.' 

"So I said, Okay, how about a thousand dollars. I expected Travis to say no to that but instead he said, 'I can't cover the whole thousand is there something else I have that would be worth $500 to you?'

"I had given him a way to get out of the bet but he was still pressing me so I suggested that having sex with you would be worth $500. I figured he would reject that immediately but he didn't. He was so sure he would win the bet that he didn't worry about putting you in this situation. That's how the bet happened. Now as to why I suggested sex with you as part of the bet. I have had a fantasy about having sex with you ever since the first time I saw you when you and Travis were moving in. I saw you in those tight shorts you were wearing and I couldn't take my eyes off you. Your ass looked so hot it made my mouth water. That's why I came over to help. I wasn't just being neighborly. I wanted a closer look at you. Then a couple of times you bent over to pick something up I got a peek at these beautiful breasts of your." 

I don't know why, but when John mentioned my breasts I felt my nipples harden.

John said, "That's it. You husband is an asshole for making you part of his wager and I am a creep for coming her to collect my fantasy fuck. I guess this is an all around bad day for you." 

John was quiet for a moment then he put his right hand on my breast and gently squeezed it. I was surprised by how good it felt. Then he put his left hand on my other breast and squeezed it. His hands felt soft and warm and comfortable. I can't explain why but I began to relax. John bent down and took my nipple between his lips and began to tease it with his tongue. It felt good so I closed my eyes and just tried to enjoy the wonderful sensations he was giving me. 

After he spent several minutes gently giving me pleasure through the manipulation of my breasts John moved his hand down to my thigh. He started massaging my thigh in circular motions gradually moving his hand up and to the inside of my thigh. When he reached a point where he couldn't get his hand between my legs, I spread then farther apart. I didn't do it just for him. I wanted him to continue what he was doing all the way up my leg. 

When he reached the top of my thigh his fingers brushed over my panties but I could feel it in my pussy. I knew then that I actually wanted him to fuck me. John stopped massaging the thigh he was working on and started on the other one. By the time he got to the top of my thigh again I was starting to breath harder. 

John moved farther onto the bed then he started to pull my panties down. I lifted my ass off the bed so that he could get started then I lifted my legs into the air so that he could remove my panties. I hadn't realized how wet my pussy had become until I felt the chill caused by the breeze from the ceiling fan on my naked pussy.

John began running his fingers through my pubic hair, again in circles and gradually moving toward my vagina. When his fingers just touched my mound I felt waves of pleasure starting to go through me. John began to tease my labia with very light touches of his fingers. I could feel my hips beginning to move involuntarily in a humping motion. I wanted him to use more pressure and put his fingers inside me. 

I could feel John moving around on the bed but because I still had me eyes closed I didn't know what he was doing. Suddenly I felt warm air being on my pussy. It didn't register immediately that John was blowing on my pussy. As a matter of fact it didn't register until I felt his tongue slid along the crease of my vagina. When he sucked my labia into his mouth and started to flick his tongue over my clit I felt my orgasm beginning. John pressed his tongue inside me and slipped a couple of fingers inside as well and he drove me full force into that orgasm. 

When my orgasm was over John got off the bed and got undressed. I had opened my eyes and was watching as he removed his pants. I could see the large lump in the front of his under shorts and waited with great anticipation for the appearance of his cock. He held the suspense a little longer by removing his shirt next. Then, finally he removed his shorts. It was long and fat and standing almost straight up. Without saying a word John came over and stood with his cock in front of my face. Then he put his hand behind my head and pulled me toward his cock. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I could taste the salty lubrication that had already started to form on the head of his cock. I licked this up like it was a rear treat. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock more in my life. Of course the only other cock I had ever had in my mouth was Travis', but doing Travis was always for his pleasure not mine. I was enjoying John's cock almost as much as he was enjoying what I was doing to it.

John pulled his cock from my mouth before he climaxed. I would not have minded at all if he climaxed in my mouth but he chose not too. He asked me if I was ready to have his cock inside me and I said that I was ready. Then John said, "I have a condom in my pants pocket if you would prefer that I use one." 

I sad, "That will not be necessary." I didn't tell him, but I wanted to feel his climax. I wanted his cum in my pussy. I can't explain what was happening to me but I was so hot I wanted everything.

John started to get on top of me but I stopped him. I said, "I don't want it that way." Then I got on my hands and knees and told John to put it in me from behind. Travis had never done it this way so I wanted something different.

When John entered me I was surprised at how full his cock made my pussy feel. I began pushing back as he pushed in and pulling away from him as he moved back. We soon had a good rhythm going and my pleasure seemed to be increasing with each stroke. When I began to orgasm this time I thought I was going to collapse on the bed but John put his arm around my waist and held me up while he continued to pound his cock into me. 

I was just recovering from my orgasm when John started to climax. I could feel the heat inside my pussy as he shot spurt after spurt of his hot load into. For a while afterward we both stopped moving. He was behind me with his cock inside my pussy and we didn't moved. I could feel his cock shrinking. Suddenly I got week and fell forward and John came down on top of me. We lay like that for some time then John climbed off me and started getting dressed. 

When he had all but his shoes on he came over to me and said, "I guess that wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Well, I knew it was going to be great and it was even better. I hope your okay." Then he kissed me on the cheek and left.

I was lying on my side facing away from the door thinking about what had just happened. I had sex with another man. I had been dreading it all day but I ended up enjoying it. Hell, I more than enjoyed it. I loved it. I was beginning to feel a tingle in my pussy as I felt some of John's semen leaking out of me. Just then Travis came into the bedroom. He meekly came over to the bed and asked if I was all right. I told him I was but I didn't tell him just how all right I really was. I didn't turn to face him and Travis took that to mean that I was ashamed of what I had done and that I was mad at him. 

He started massaging my back and telling me how much he loved me. The he ask if there was anything he could do to make me feel better. I don't know where it came from but I said, "I want you to get his cream out of me."

Travis said, "You want me to do what?"

"I said I want you to get his cream out of me. He came inside me and I am full of his cock cream. Get it out of me."

Travis asked, "How?"

I said, "With your mouth."

"I can't do that."

"It's your fault its there now get it out of me." I didn't know where this vindictive side of me came from, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted Travis' head between my legs.

Travis started to say, "I don't think..."

I cut him off and said, "Hurry up." Then in an almost hysterical voice I said, "Get it out of me now."

Travis didn't say another word. He just rolled me onto my back and moved his head up between my legs. At first he was just kind of touching around my pussy with his tongue so I gave another shout, "Hurry, get it out of me."

With that Travis pressed his mouth against my pussy and started licking and sucking for all he was worth. His work paid off with another orgasm form me. After that I fell asleep.

The next day Travis was very sweet and very timid around me. I guess he thought I was still mad at him and I let him think he was right. I did wonder what he would have thought if he knew how much I had enjoyed being fucked by John.




Angela



As the days went by life got back to normal around the house. Neither Travis nor I brought up the subject again. 

It was a few weeks later that Travis came to me and said that he was having a few friends over to watch a basketball game. Then he said that John was coming over and did I mind. I acted like it bother me a little but said, "I don't care."

Later that afternoon I was in the kitchen doing some cleaning and the guys were in the living room watching the game. Suddenly John was standing next to me. He said, "You are looking great today."

I said, "Thanks."

John said, "These pants show you ass of particularly nicely." Then he put his hand on my ass. When I didn't move he slid his hand lower and pressed his finger between my buttocks. I knew I should push him away, but it felt too good. 

John said, "You do have a great body." Then he removed his hand. And said, "I tried to get your husband to bet on this game but he wouldn't bet."

I said, "Who would you have bet on?"

"The Lakers."

"You think they will win?"

"I know they will win. There are only ten minutes left in the game and the Lakers are ahead of the Suns by 30 points."

I said, "I'll bet you $500 that the Suns win."

John looked surprised. He said, "What? You want to bet on the Suns? Do you have $500?

I said, "No. But we can make a deal can't we. There must be something here worth $500 to you."

"You know there is. You have a bet."

John remained in the kitchen with me for the next half hour. Then Travis came into the kitchen and said to John, "So this is where you disappeared to."

John asked him, "Is the game over?"

"Yeah, the Lakers won."

John looked at me and I said, "The Lakers won? Oh shit." 

Travis looked at me and asked why I cared about the Lakers winning.

I said, "You told me that the Suns were going to win today."

Travis said, "So? I was wrong."

"You are always wrong about these things."

Travis said, "Why are you making a big deal about this?"

"I thought the Suns were going to win so I bet John $500 on the game. I wanted to get our $500 back."

"You bet $500 on the game. You don't have $500. How are you going to pay him?"

"I guess I'll have to pay him the same way I did when you lost that stupid Super Bowl bet."

Travis looked perplexed. I couldn't tell if he believed me or not and I didn't really care. I said, "John, what time do you want me to come over to pay off the bet?"

He said, "Why don't you come by at eight. I'll be looking forward to it." Then he left.

When John was gone Travis said, "You let John con you into a stupid bet?"

"I thought it was a good bet. You said the Suns would win."

"Will you stop saying that? What are you going to do?"

"I guess I'll go over to John's house at eight and pay my debt. Then I'll come home and hope that you will clean me the way you did last time." I am not sure but I think that I might have seen a glimmer of excitement in Travis' eyes. It lasted only an instant then it was gone.



Angela



Okay, here we go. False smile in place, pretending I'm happy to be here.

As I followed my parents up the garden path from the departing taxi to the front door of my mum's cousin's house, I tried to think of the good points about being here. I couldn't come up with any.

My mum's cousin, Dave, was getting married tomorrow, and he had invited all of his family living in the north to come spend the whole weekend from Friday to Monday. The event was to be a family reunion, with cousins, aunts and uncles who hadn't been together for years all gathering for a huge weekend of partying and celebrating.

Dave and his wife-to-be, Sandra, owned and ran a bed and breakfast with fourteen bedrooms. They had shut down the house to the public for the weekend and were using it to host the family gathering. Sandra had no family herself, so all of Dave's relatives had been invited. Above the doorway hung a sign bearing the words Willow Garden Guesthouse.

The door opened and Dave appeared all smiles and waving arms. He came charging out to meet his little cousin, my mum, and her husband and son.

Once the greetings were over, and I had done my best to look happy and keen to be here, Dave guided us into the house. In the hallway we met Sandra. I gave her a polite kiss on the cheek and asked where I would be staying so I could dump my bags.

"Room seven is yours Jack" Dave said with a broad grin. "It's got a lovely view of the garden and the hills out to the back."

"Great."

"Here's the key," Dave said as he reached behind the desk. "It's the first room on the left up the stairs. The bathroom is right next-door to you."

Taking the key from Dave, I made my way up the stairs, calling over my shoulder, "I'll catch up with everyone once I'm washed and changed, Okay."

I ascended the stairs to a chorus of agreements and Okays.

In the room I locked the door and dropped my bags. Sitting on the edge of the bed I tried to figure out why I was here.

I hadn't been too keen on the idea of coming to this family gathering right from the start, and had made no effort to hide the fact. I just couldn't be bothered with the travelling and the putting up with my mum's annoying relatives. But in the end I had agreed to come, just to get away from our own neighbourhood for a few days. I had recently fallen out with my girlfriend who lived round the corner from us, and saw this trip as an easy way to avoid her for a while. So here I was, at a family affair I didn't want to be at, just to hide from her. How sad.

Oh well, I thought. I'm here now, so I might as well accept the fact, and try to salvage what I can from the time here.

Getting the small bag of bathroom accessories from my travel holdall, a towel and a change of clothes, I left the room to get refreshed. As I turned out of my door towards the bathroom, the door to that room opened and a figure emerged.

"Jack!" my cousin Angela shouted happily as she flung her arms in the air to hug me.

"Hi Angela, how you doing?" I tried to hug her in return, but my laden arms made it impossible.

"I'm okay, how are you?" she said as she stood back.

Just then I noticed how much Angela had changed since I last saw her. At 17, Angela was eight years younger than me, and I hadn't seen her for almost three years. In those three years she had fully blossomed from a pretty young girl into a beautiful young woman. She stood quite tall, but had a full enough figure that she didn't look lanky; in fact, she looked quite shapely indeed! Her long jet black hair was tied back, and her smooth skinned face had the clean sheen of someone who had just washed. Her huge crystal-blue eyes looked at me expectantly

"Well, how are you?" she asked again, making me realise that I was staring, and my jaw was hanging loose.

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks," I answered as I composed myself. "I was just going in to get freshened up a bit. It was a long journey."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." She moved out of the doorway, and stepped aside. "I'll catch you later Jack, I'm going to get something to drink."

"Okay Angela, see you later."

I watched her walk down the corridor to her own room, just four doors away, admiring the sway of her hips and the length of her legs under her tight fitting denims.

As she turned into her room, and I finally stepped towards the bathroom door, she glanced back in my direction with a massive smile.

As I entered the bathroom, I could feel myself stiffening inside my trousers as the image of Angela whirled through my mind.

I had a shower and shave, and donned my clean clothes, through most of which my penis stood erect as I thought about my young cousin and the fine woman she had become. I knew she was family, and way too young for me, but hey, what's the harm in a little innocent fantasising.

Once I was ready, I returned to my room, packed away my things in the wardrobe provided, briefly appreciated the view from the window, which was, admittedly, stunning, and headed downstairs.

I met my uncle Thomas, Angela's dad, and after a brief handshake in greeting, he told me that everyone was gathering in the dining room for dinner. He pointed me in the right direction, and headed off somewhere. 

I found the dining room already half full of relatives, most of whom I hadn't seen for at least a couple of years. As I headed over to sit with my parents at the far end of the room, I exchanged kisses and hand shakes with aunts and uncles, slaps and hugs with cousins, and eventually got to a seat.

I noticed that my uncle Thomas's wife, aunt Gail, was sitting with my mum and dad. I found myself feeling quite happy about this because it probably meant that the sexy Angela would be sitting with us as well.

Soon, Thomas returned to the room, followed by his lovely daughter. Angela still wore her tight denims, but had changed her earlier shirt into a form hugging t-shirt. Her outfit fully displayed the sizes and curves of her body, and her hair was hanging loose, framing her gorgeous face.

As Angela sat beside me, I felt my heartbeat foolishly speeding. I silently berated myself for behaving like an teenager who fancied a schoolmate, but I couldn't help feeling excited by the presence of this girl.

Through the pre-meal chit-chat Angela and I spoke very little to anyone except each other. I remember Angela always being an intelligent child, and I discovered now that she was at university studying law. I also discovered that the boy who had been her boyfriend since they were 12 years old, and who I had thought of as an obnoxious little idiot on the few occasions I had met him, had recently been dumped for cheating on her.

As dinner was served, so was the wine. Angela and I drank and ate, talked and laughed, enjoying each other's company and basically ignoring anyone else unless they spoke directly to us.

As we sat there chatting and joking, Angela proved to be a very touchy-feely communicator. She would continually reach out and pat or stroke my leg or arm, or grab my hand, or lean her body against mine. As the wine flowed freely and I started to get light headed, and more relaxed, I felt myself getting more and more attracted to my cousin. As she herself slowly fell under the effects of the wine, she seemed to move closer to me as we sat there.

By the time dessert was being served, her leg was pressed firmly against mine under the table, and her hand rested on my thigh. Under my trousers I was fighting a losing battle of willpower to stop my penis from hardening.

Once dinner was finished, people started to move from the dining room to the lounge for a more comfortable seat and more drinks. Angela said she had to go to the bathroom, and would see me in the lounge later. I smiled up at her as she left.

I took a moment to empty my glass of wine and compose myself before standing. Once my manhood had calmed down, I stood and made my way through with the rest of the family for the night's partying to truly begin.

In the lounge, and through the open patio doors to the beautiful garden beyond, the family were standing or sitting in small groups talking and laughing. Everyone was getting drunk quickly and revelling in the atmosphere of the gathering and the impending wedding the next day. The music had been started and the room was filling with cigarette smoke.

I drifted about for a while, spending a few moments with each relative I met, until I finally found a seat. One end of a comfortable looking sofa was free, beside my elderly aunt Betty. I took the seat and exchanged some polite conversation with Betty.

Then I saw Angela returning. She entered the room and glanced about. As soon as her eyes settled on me she made her way over. Once again I felt myself reacting like a stupid infatuated teenager, getting perked up at the mere realisation that Angela was singling me out to come to in the crowded room.

As there were no free seats, Angela dropped herself onto my lap, throwing her arms round my neck and kissing me on the cheek.

"Thought you could hide from me in the corner did you?" she said, her words slurred slightly with the effects of the wine.

"Not at all," I denied her claim as my arm slid round her waist so that my hand rested on her hip.

As we sat there continuing to chat and joke, the warmth of her body against mine, the fullness and softness of her breast pressed against my chest, and the smoothness of her hip and thigh under my hand were driving me wild. My tipsy brain was careening through all sorts of visions of her without her clothes, and my penis was once again hardening.

As my excited manhood reached the point where a sudden rush of blood and tightening muscles sent it pressing up into Angela's soft bottom, she looked me straight in the eye and smiled, giggled and gently rocked her body back and forth. As her soft flesh massaged my hardening penis, she pressed herself harder against me. 

We sat there, surrounded by family, including my parents and hers, with her quite deliberately manipulating my ever growing and hardening penis.

"Angela" her father's voice called from across the room. "Come over here a while. I want to show you off to your uncles."

Angela looked like she was going to object, but then decided that she had better go answer her dad's summons.

As her weight was lifted from my bulging crotch I felt a little bit of relief amongst the regret. Had she stayed there much longer I may have blown my load inside my trousers.

I watched her disappear through the crowd to her father's side, and she looked back at me once before Thomas led her away.

It took quite a while of talking to aunt Betty before I had calmed down enough that I could stand without displaying bulging trousers to everyone. 

Having been thoroughly rid of my bad feelings about coming to this party, and now more than eager to enjoy myself, I started to mingle. I drifted about for a few hours, talking to relatives and sharing rude jokes with uncles and male cousins, getting drunker as the drink was freely given out from the kitchen.

Angela and I met a few times throughout those hours, but we didn't spend any length of time together. We passed each other every now and again, would make eye contact and smile, she would reach out a hand and stroke my thigh as we passed, and we would go our separate ways.

The music eventually toned down a bit and people started to drift off to bed. The sensible people wanted to be fresh and ready for the big day tomorrow, so the crowd was rapidly shrinking. Once the remaining folk had been reduced to the younger members of the party, Angela found me.

I was sitting on the sofa again, and she came and sat beside me. She looked as drunk as I felt, and she sat slouched, looking more ready to fall asleep than anything else. Our few other cousins who still remained gathered around us, and we all sat talking quietly, with soft music in the background.

One by one, the others bid us good night and drifted off. Suddenly I was aware that I was alone with Angela and she was leaning on me, her head resting on my shoulder and her arm draped over my leg. I couldn't actually tell if she was awake or had fallen asleep, but I sat there and enjoyed the sensation of her body against mine for a while.

Suddenly her hand moved. Her fingers slowly traced their way up the inside of my thigh, until they rested lightly on my now once again growing penis.

Through the fabric of my trousers Angela's delicate fingers traced a line up and down my expanding shaft, until I felt I was about to burst through my trousers. My heartbeat and breath were both racing, and I heard a small whimper escaping her lips.

She gently unzipped my trousers and allowed my now fully erect cock to come out. She wrapped her hand around me and slowly rubbed up and down.

Just as I had a moment of clarity and sense, and was about to tell her to stop, she slumped forward and dropped her mouth over the head of my dick. Her lips closed around my shaft and drove off any urges to stop her. She slid up and down, her tongue working from side to side as her lips caressed me. It was the best feeling my dick had ever experienced. I thought I had had good blowjobs before, but none of my previous girlfriends came close to comparing with my little cousin.

Had I not had so much alcohol in my system I would have fired my cum in moments, but the wine, beer and spirits held me in check, and Angela worked her magic for ten minutes, before coming up to face me.

Her eyes were glazed over, partly with alcohol and partly with lust. 

"I want you to fuck me Jack."

Her voice was soft and alcohol slurred, but also strong and demanding.

I didn't answer, I just reached my arms around her and pulled her close, pressing my lips against hers and kissing her deeply, our tongues wrestling and entangling.

I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, threw it aside and reached round her to loosen her bra. Once the bra catch was open, Angela leant back into the sofa before allowing me to slide it off of her shoulders. She arched her back to thrust her breast up into the air as they were exposed. 

With one hand behind her to support her lower back, the other hand ran up her side to cup one of her perfect, round tits. My mouth lowered to the nipple of the other, and suckled gently.

"Oh that's nice," Angela whispered.

Keeping my mouth on her breast, kissing and sucking, my hand traced its way down her body to the button and zipper of her denims. I worked the fastenings open, and slid my hand in. Finding the elastic of her panties, I wormed my way under and slid my fingers down. She was hot and wet, and I began to slowly run my middle finger up and down her slit, then moving in gentle circles around her clit. Her whole body tightened and trembled as my finger worked on her, and I raised my head to hers so that we could kiss more.

Her hand found my dick, which was bigger than I could remember it ever getting before in my life, and she stroked me as I stroked her.

Suddenly there was noise in the kitchen.

Empty bottles crashed into a bin, and voices chatted away. A tap started to gush water into the sink, and dirty dishes clattered.

In alarm, Angela and I pulled away from each other, she grabbed for her discarded clothing and I tucked my now receding penis away. We just managed to compose ourselves, and her to get her t-shirt back on, when the door to the kitchen opened and one of uncle Dave's staff appeared.

"Sorry," the elderly woman said, "we thought everyone was away to bed, so we came to start cleaning up the mess."

"That's okay," I stammered. "We were just going just now. Poor Angela here was falling asleep on the sofa"

I stood and lowered a hand to Angela to help pull her to her feet. She looked stunned, frightened, and embarrassed, so I urged her towards the doorway to the hall and the stairs.

"Good night," I said over my shoulder to the nigh shift cleaner as I pushed Angela across the room.

As we made the safety of the hallway, and the stairs to our rooms, sense was returning with a shock to my scrambled brain. Angela was my younger cousin, she may look like a woman but she was still just a girl. We were both drunk, and had both recently fallen out with our partners. To allow what had begun to go any further would be insane and stupid.

I led her up the stairs, and grabbed her by the shoulders at the top.

"Good night Angela," I said.

Her eyes opened wide, and she tried to force her body closer to mine.

"Let's go into your room and fuck," she whispered, quietly but urgently, almost pleading.

"No!" I answered as every physical core of my body wanted to comply. "We can't do that. Go to your own room and get some sleep."

I turned her round and propelled her towards the door to her room, turned and opened my own door before she could recover enough to come back in my direction, and entered. I closed the door and locked it.

I listened at the door, and eventually heard Angela entering her own room and locking the door.

I slumped onto the bed, with thoughts of Angela, her smell, the feeling of her soft skin, the taste of her lips, the firmness of her hard nipple, and the supple surface of her hot and wet vagina running through my mind. Soon I fell into a deep sleep full of pleasant dreams about my beautiful young cousin.

I woke in the morning with mixed feelings. My abdomen churned with excitement and fear, I was thrilled that such a desirable young lady was attracted to me, but then realised that it might all be due to alcohol and the rebounding effect from her recent split with her boyfriend, and then there was the fact that Angela was eight years my junior and also my cousin.

It took me a while to pluck up the courage to leave my room. The house was alive with the buzz of people preparing for the wedding. People ran in every direction, shouting and panicking, adults tried to get themselves and their children ready, and amongst it all were the few who fancied themselves as leaders and organisers trying to boss other people about.

Trying hard to forget about last night's episode with Angela, I jumped into the frenzy of activity, and was swept away in the deluge of chaotic preparations.

An hour and a half later I was standing in the lounge amongst people tweaking their outfits and appearance to the final presentable image, waiting for the bus that was coming to take us to the church for the service. Then Angela entered the room.

My heart leapt into my throat and my stomach dropped to my feet. If I had thought she was beautiful before, I did not even know a word that described her now.

She was dressed in a tight red silk dress, sleeveless, with a high neck and going right down to her ankles, hugging her perfect figure every inch of the way. High heeled shoes made her even taller and more elegant, and accentuated the grace of her legs.

Her hair was tied up, and full of glitter, her face a vision of the perfect combination of natural looks and make-up. She stood there for a moment before she noticed me, and then her eyes locked on mine. A small smile crept up at the edges of her lips, and she blew me a kiss.

I felt great that she did not seem to be ashamed and embarrassed about last night. My initial urge was to go over to her, but I decided to stay where I was, and just catch up with her later in a more private moment.

The bus arrived and took us to the church. The service was long and boring as usual. The photograph session outside was mildly entertaining. Then we moved on to a hotel for the reception. The meal was delicious. The speeches were quite funny. And all through it all, I found myself wanting to be with Angela. As the party moved from the meal to the evening festivities, I found myself standing at the bar with my dad, having a drink and a chat before we moved into the main hall.




Angela



Suddenly she was there. Angela's arm slid around mine, and her fragrance filled my nostrils. My pulse rapidly quickened and my palms became sweaty.

"Hi Jack. Hi uncle Pete."

"Hi Angela," my dad answered. "My, don't you look lovely."

"Well I try," she giggled. "Are you two coming in to the party or just staying out here all night?"

"We were just coming," my dad answered. "Come on Jack. Let's go."

Into the party hall we went, and that was me and Angela back together again. We sat at the table with our parents, and carried on flirting and giggling like a pair of schoolchildren the way we had been yesterday. At one point, both of our mums were away to the ladies room, and the dads were at the bar, and Angela leaned closer to talk quietly into my ear.

"I'm perfectly sober right now Jack, and I want you to know that last night didn't happen just because we were drunk. I want you. I know you want me too, and I don't care how much older you are, and I don't care that we're cousins. I want to fuck you, and I want to do it tonight."

The excitement that washed over me almost overwhelmed me. I felt light headed and dizzy, my heart was beating faster than I ever remember it beating, and my penis was getting hard already.

I looked round at Angela, into those huge clear eyes, and saw that she was perfectly serious, saw that she was completely clear in her thoughts, had decided what she wanted and would accept no argument. I didn't know what I would do. My logic and sense was yelling at me to get away and stay away from her, but I was feeling a lust for this girl that I had never felt for anyone in my life.

Before I could answer, the dads returned with drinks, and my dad whisked Angela away to the dance floor.

Throughout the night, we talked of normal things again, danced together a few times, and drank a little. None of the two of us got very drunk, me because I wanted to stay level headed and sensible.

When the night ended, the bus returned and took us back to the Willow Garden Guesthouse. I sat beside my dad, and Angela sat beside her mum. Most of the guests drifted about downstairs for a while having a few more drinks, but Angela retired immediately to her bedroom, stating that the night before had left her too tired to stay up late again.

I stayed with my other cousins for a while, but without Angela there was no one of interest in the place, so I too went up to my bedroom. Inside I had mixed hopes. Half of me hoped that Angela had abandoned her intentions for the night, and half of me wanted her to be waiting for me at the top of the stairs.

The top landing was dark and empty, so I went into the bathroom, then into my bedroom. I locked the door, and started to get undressed. When I was wearing nothing but my briefs, there was a gentle knock on the door. I walked over half nervously and half excited beyond belief, in no doubt at all about who it was.

I unlocked the door and opened it slightly. It was pushed the rest of the way open before I could focus on the dark figure in the hallway, and Angela forced her way in. She closed the door behind herself, locked it again without even taking her eyes away from mine.

She stepped forward and reached up, putting her arms around my neck and forcing her tongue into my mouth. We stood and kissed for a few moments, my hands running up and down the silk of her dress, tracing the curve of her hips, the soft roundness of her buttocks, her delicate back and ribs, and the soft firmness of her breasts. Even though she still had the dress on, I now knew that she wore no underwear beneath it.

All of my inhibitions and doubts were now gone, shattered and scattered beyond retrieval.

As my hand found the zipper running down the back of Angela's dress, she lowered her hands and stripped me of my briefs. As my briefs fell to the floor, I lifted the dress from her shoulders and allowed it to fall also. We stood there naked before each other for a second, both allowing the realisation to sink in that we were about to go where we had both wanted to go since we first met yesterday.

I moved her towards the bed and pushed her down to sit on the edge of the mattress. As she sat she reached out and grabbed my dick, leaned forward and kissed the head, stroked the shaft for a moment then took me in her mouth again, as sweetly and perfectly as she had the previous night.

I allowed her to suck on me for a minute then I put my hands on her shoulders and forced her back. I leaned down and pushed her back so that she was lying on the bed on her back, with her legs dangling off the edge.

I dropped to my knees on the floor before her, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and descended with my lips parted and tongue protruding into her moist and welcoming womanhood. I licked her up and down her lips, slowly and teasingly, circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, slurped and sucked at her juices, and brought her almost to the point of climax.

As I climbed up to my feet and back over her, I kissed and licked every square inch of her body on the way up, lingering for a moment at her tits, where her nipples thrust out high and hard.

"Move up the bed," I whispered to her.

She complied, and I reached past her to get the pillow from the top of the bed. I told her to raise her hips and I tucked the pillow under her bottom, raining her soaking vagina higher and giving me a better angle for deep penetration.

I leant forward and kissed her once, long and passionately, and then I came up onto my knees. I paused for a heartbeat, our eyes met, and I guided my dick into her waiting hole.

With my first thrust she let out a low moan, her hands grabbed for purchase on the duvet, and she arched her back in ecstasy. I thrust in long slow movements, moving up and down, left and right, and in wide circles as I slid in and out.

When my legs got tired I fell forward on top of her, her legs wrapped around me and her nails dug into my back. I continued to move in long slow movements, kissing her as I went.

When Angela climaxed, she bit down on her own lip so as not to scream, and my cum burst forth into her at the same time. We orgasmed together, and our lips met as we kissed with overwhelming passion and affection in celebration of the most heart wrenching orgasm any of us had ever experienced.

As I pulled myself out of Angela, and fell down on the bed beside her, she rolled over and draped an arm and leg over me.

We lay there basking in each other's smell, sweat and warmth. We drifted off to sleep without ever saying a word to each other, both knowing that what we shared was more than lust, more than drunken attraction, and both afraid of what the future would be for us.



Angela



The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not an adult is hereby warned to go away.

*****

Kelsy had a liking for cool upper-class blondes, the long-legged girls from Lake Forest and Winnetka who came into the city to cruise the lesbian bars looking for breathless ecstasies. Kelsy thought of them as icebergs that needed melting, these girls with a quiet demeanor and so much under the surface, girls who hadn't come out and maybe wouldn't ever come out because they'd settle for a safe marriage to a safe income in a safe suburb.

Angela was from Lake Forest, but when Kelsy met her Angela was living in the city. Angela was twenty-five, with blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair and the fine bones that some people called "aristocratic". Kelsy didn't care about aristocratic one way or the other, all she cared about was melting them down to the essentials.

They met at a raucous political meeting organized by one of the militant lesbian groups, an unlikely place to find women like Angela. At first Kelsy judged Angela to be merely another lipstick dyke, pretty enough as a femme to be intimidating, but maybe not worth the effort because she looked too satisfied with herself. It was no good when they looked too satisfied. There had to be enough uncertainty in the eyes to make the chances of success at least possible. Usually, when they looked too satisfied, it meant they were already with someone, in some kind of relationship no matter how screwed up it might be, and when that was true a seduction became more work than pleasure.

But Kelsy kept looking at Angela, and Kelsy gradually became more and more interested. They made eye contact a few times, the contact enduring enough to give Kelsy the idea this cool looking

blonde might not be that difficult. She had the northern suburbs all over her, from the way she had her hair done to the jewelry and clothes. Only her presence at the meeting meant anything, only her presence revealing a dyke-in-the-closet suburban girl. And the way she stared at Kelsy meant she liked Kelsy's type, the no nonsense butch look with a mix of denim and black suede that made Kelsy appear risky. Made her appear like she'd call the shots. If they needed a butch who called the shots, Kelsy was definitely what they were looking for.

After a while Kelsy decided to make an approach. You take no chances in this world, you get nothing back from it. So after the meeting finished, she walked over to the tall blonde and she said: "You must be new, I haven't seen you around."

As if Kelsy knew every dyke in the city.

The blonde looked impassive. "I haven't seen you either."

"My name's Kelsy."

"And mine's Angela."

They talked casually, but Angela remained as cool as ever. After a while Kelsy thought maybe there was nothing here, no chance for anything, and she said: "Look, I won't bother you if you don't want to be bothered."

But Angela said it was no bother at all, and when Kelsy suggested they have coffee somewhere, Angela looked at her a long moment and then nodded. The eyes told it all, the understanding 

between them in the eyes, and an hour later Kelsy was in Angela's Lake Shore Drive hi-rise apartment.

Angela said: "I just moved in here a few months ago. Would you like some coffee?"

"I'd like a kiss instead."

The blonde smiled and stepped forward and Kelsy kissed her.

As the kiss ended, Kelsy slid her hands down Angela's back to stroke Angela's ass.

Angela leaned backward. "What now?"

"Now the bedroom."

"All right."

Kelsy walked behind Angela with her eyes on Angela's hips and the sleek lines of Angela's long legs beneath the hem of the short dress.

Angela had a large round bed.

Kelsy said: "I'm impressed."

Angela showed a thin smile. "I thought you'd like it."

"Where are you from? You're not a city girl."

"Lake Forest."

"That figures."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing at all."

"Anyway, I'm glad you like the bed."

Kelsy liked the bed, the room, the building, and above all she liked Angela. She took the blonde in her arms and kissed her, this time closing a hand over one of Angela's breasts and squeezing it gently through her sweater.

"Why don't you get undressed while I watch?" Kelsy said.

"I'd like to have a bath first."

"A bath?"

"Just give me ten minutes."

Kelsy shrugged. "Is there another bathroom?"

"Down the hall," Angela said, and then she turned and she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Ice cold, Kelsy thought. Now she wondered what it would take to melt Angela down. She looked at the round bed and she wondered how it would go on that bed. She ached to have Angela's body in her arms again.

In the bathroom down the hall, Kelsy was happy to find a shower. She stripped naked, stepped in and had ten minutes under a steaming spray without getting much of her hair wet. After she dried her body, she wrapped herself in a huge towel and returned to the bedroom where she found Angela was still in the bathroom.

Kelsy was about to climb onto the huge round bed, when the bathroom door suddenly opened and Angela came out. The blonde wore a fluffy white robe. She had her hair tied back, revealing her lovely high cheekbones. She smiled softly and said: "How was the bath?"

Kelsy dropped her towel. "I had a shower." She stood there while Angela looked at her body.

"You look very athletic," Angela said finally.

"I do body-building."

"Oh."

Kelsy laughed. "Maybe you don't like it. Here, look at this." And she flexed her biceps, both arms lifted, the muscles bulging.

A flush came to Angela's face. "You must be very strong."

"If you get the robe off, you can come over here and find out."

Angela opened her robe and dropped it. She had a long-boned body, small jutting breasts and sleek hips and thighs. Her love triangle was a wispy blonde tuft that hardly covered anything. Her creamy skin looked as smooth as ivory. When she came forward, Kelsy immediately took her in her arms and kissed her again. "You excite me," Kelsy whispered.

"I may not be any good at this."

"We'll find out, won't we? Come on, let's get on the bed."

But first Angela walked over to the wall to touch a switch that changed the lighting to a soft pink. "Is this all right?"

Kelsy chuckled. "I love it." She climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers. "Dreamland. Come on, hurry and get over here."

Angela came to the bed and leaned forward to lift the covers, her breasts swinging, the perfect pinkish-brown nipples still soft. Kelsy's excitement increased as she looked at her. After Angela slipped under the covers, they lay on their sides facing each other.

"Hello," Kelsy said.

Angela smiled. "Hello."

Kelsy had one of her arms underneath Angela, the other arm outside the cover. The blonde was completely covered, her arms hidden, and then suddenly Kelsy was pleasantly surprised as she felt Angela's hand on her belly, Angela's fingers tentatively sliding into the upper part of Kelsy's pubic triangle.

Angela said: "When I first saw you I thought you'd be shaved."

Kelsy chuckled. "Why?"

"I don't know. I suppose you look the type, that's all."

"Sorry, if that's what you like."

"No, it doesn't matter."

Kelsy deliberately avoided touching her. Not yet. Then suddenly Kelsy pushed the covers down, all the way down until both their bodies were exposed.

Kelsy gazed down at Angela's blonde tuft. "I'm glad you're not shaved. I like it better this way."

"I kept it shaved for years."

"No, it's better this way."

Now Kelsy touched Angela's thigh. She slid her hand up and down, teasing Angela by avoiding her pussy. The ice cool lipstick lez with a blonde pussy. With a sigh, Angela turned to lie on her back.

"Why don't you make love to me?" Angela said.

Her asking for it like that excited Kelsy immensely. "Sure, baby."

She moved down the bed to kneel between Angela's legs. Again, Kelsy felt a strong urge to melt the ice down. She leaned over Angela and slid her hands up and down Angela's legs. The pink light made Angela's creamy skin look even more delicious. Angela's closed her eyes as Kelsy slowly stroked the insides of her legs. Angela opened her thighs wider, looking at Kelsy now to watch what she did. The blonde's face was impassive, which annoyed Kelsy because Angela looked as though she were evaluating Kelsy's performance.

Silly bitch from Lake Forest, Kelsy thought. But with a sweet looking blonde pussy.

Kelsy was hot, feeling her own pussy heating up. She slid her hands up to Angela's breasts. The nipples were only half- extended. Kelsy jiggled the breasts with her fingers and Angela appeared to breathe more heavily.

What did she like? What did she want? What would it take to make her scream?

Kelsy sensed the blonde's growing excitement, but it was too slow. She took the nipples between her fingers, rolled them and pulled them outward. She pushed Angela's breasts together, played with them as Angela lay there inert with her hands at her sides. Angela would obviously remain passive while everything was done to her. Kelsy wasn't bothered by that, but it made her more determined than ever to get the ice melted. She leaned back now to have a better look at Angela's crotch. The sparse blonde tuft stood up on the plump little mound. There was very little hair along the outer lips. The inner flaps were still hidden, even with her legs apart. The outer lips were a delicate light brown, almost pink, and not a sign of juice visible. Leaning forward, Kelsy touched the closed slit with her fingertips.

Angela made a sound of pleasure.

Kelsy fondled Angela's breasts again, and then she bent her head to kiss a nipple. First one nipple and then the other nipple. She kissed downward to Angela's belly. She skipped over the tuft to kiss Angela's inner thighs. She moved her lips with deliberate slowness, teasing Angela, grazing her skin to get the ice melted. The blonde's body smelled of bath powder, a delicious smell that excited Kelsy.

But there was no scent of a hot pussy. Kelsy liked it when she could smell the desire in a girl, that hot smell that confirmed her skill. Kelsy now shifted her face forward to press her lips against the closed slit.

Angela gave a slight jerk, another sound of pleasure in her throat. The blonde moved her legs further apart and drew her knees upward and to each side, her knees bowed out as she offered her cunt to Kelsy.

As Kelsy looked at it, the slit opened a bit, but not much. Some cunts opened easily and some didn't. Kelsy backed up a little more to have a better look at the delicate coloring. She ran her thumbs along the almost hairless outer lips, rubbing gently up and down, wiggling them open until she could see the first sign of wetness inside. The pink in there seemed darker. Now she opened the outer lips completely to look at everything.

Angela still had her hands at her sides, no movement of her body, no sound from her mouth. She remained the ice blonde, inert and lifeless.

Time for the feast, Kelsy thought.

She dropped her face, extended her tongue and ran it lightly up and down the outer lips, then up and down between the outer lips and the inner lips.

Angela stirred a little and uttered a soft, almost inaudible moan.

Kelsy's tongue fluttered against the slit between the small lips. She slid her tongue into the groove, twisting her head, opening the small lips by using her tongue as a wedge.

Angela moaned again, this time with a slight lifting of her pelvis. Kelsy liked it better when they made noise and moved around. Such a delicate pussy this one had, a pussy that hardly smelled like a cunt. But Kelsy had known them as passive as this one. An Arctic pussy. Hell, she'd bet Eskimo women were as hot as blazes. Not like blondes from Lake Forest. Her tongue stroked up and down the inner groove, teasing Angela's clitoris, worrying the clit that was like a tiny pink pearl half hidden by its cowl. Kelsy paid more attention to the labia now, her tongue working around the apex and then down to the opening, around the hole and then inside it with her tongue-tip fluttering wildly in the tight pussy. Angela's hips moved slightly as Kelsy worked her tongue inside, in and out of the opening.

The blonde obviously liked it. She was whimpering now, which made Kelsy use more force. She fastened her lips against Angela's cunt and sucked hard to pull some of the juice into her mouth. She felt a keen excitement as she swallowed the nectar. She could feel Angela heating up, but only slowly. She swabbed her tongue across Angela's clitoris again and she thought maybe the clit was swelling a bit. She tongued it now, pressing her lips around it and then sucking it between her teeth. She dug her mouth into the soft flesh and continued sucking.

Angela's thighs moved, her knees rocking. But it was obvious the ice wasn't melted yet, and Kelsy was more determined than ever. Now she used her hands to lift Angela's ass. Angela groaned, breathing hard as Kelsy slid her mouth downward to flap her tongue at Angela's anus. An instant later the blonde suddenly cried out and shook from head to toe, and Kelsy was amused as she understood she'd reached the magic place, the key to Angela's arousal.

Lake Forest girl who likes it nasty.

"Roll over," Kelsy said.

Angela groaned as she bounced out of Kelsy's hands to lie on her belly. Kelsy took hold of the blonde's hips and raised them, lifted her pretty ass and then pushed her thighs wide apart so she was now kneeling with her head down and her rear in the air, her sweet cunt pouting, and above that her anus appearing pink and dainty. The groove between Angela's buttocks looked virginal and perfect. With a low growl, Kelsy leaned forward to push her face into it, her tongue pressing against Angela's anus as Angela moaned and shook and cried out.

Now the blonde moved her body. She worked her ass, pressing herself back against Kelsy's face, moaning louder as Kelsy's tongue broke through the ring and began stroking in and out.

Melting the ice down. Angela went wild as Kelsy tongued and tongued and tongued, working the tight orifice, Angela churning her ass around and around and then suddenly pulling away to roll over with her legs up and wide open.

"Get into me!" Angela cried. "Please get into me!"

"No, not yet. Open it first with your fingers. Come on, let me see you open it."

Angela groaned, blushed, and then did what Kelsy wanted. She slid a hand down to pry her cunt open.

Kelsy looked at it, the Lake Forest blonde lying there wide open.

"Use both hands," Kelsy said.

Angela did what she wanted. She used the fingers of both hands to hold the lips apart. Now the pink interior of her cunt was completely revealed to Kelsy's eyes. The blonde's clitoris was swollen, visibly larger than previously.

Angela groaned. "Please do something!"

Kelsy crawled up, slid over Angela's body at the same time as she pushed her fingers inside Angela's cunt. Two fingers inside Angela's vagina and her thumb on Angela's clitoris. Her fingers worked in and out, thrusting into the socket. Angela moaned, wild, hunching her pelvis upward as Kelsy kissed her mouth, possessed her mouth as her fingers possessed Angela's cunt. She kept her tongue deep in Angela's mouth as her fingers continued to fuck the now dripping pussy.

Angela cried out as she came. Her heels drummed against Kelsy's thighs as her body jerked upward to meet Kelsy's fingers.

"Oh god, don't stop!" Angela whimpered.

* * *

An hour later Kelsy walked out of the hi-rise into the cold March air and bitter wind on Lake Shore Drive. The doorman asked if she wanted a taxi and she nodded. The lake had some ice on it, but upstairs on the fifteenth floor where she'd come from all the ice was melted. Kelsy chuckled and thought that was fitting. She still had the taste of pussy in her mouth and she thought that was fitting too. She tipped the doorman a dollar and she climbed into the taxi and went home.

end 



Angela



George:

I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur's front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell.

Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our closest friends.

I had told him about my masturbatory habits and my erection problems. He had confessed to a certain yen to watch women pee. Both had a fascination for older women. We had infrequent or no meaningful sex with our wives. We had exchanged nude photographs of them. Recently, Arthur had emailed, "Wouldn't you like to fuck my wife?"

"That would be nice." I indicated more than a certain yen for her.

"Make me a cuckold," he had urged, "I'd love watching you do her." 

"I'd consider a threesome. Would she be interested?"

"Not in a million years," he said. "But visit us for a weekend and we'll see what happens."

So there I stood. Outside of his door. Hearing the door chimes ring within. The door opened. 

"Yes?" The nice lady looked at me quizzically.

"I'm looking for Arthur Emerson. He's expecting me." 

"Arthur's gone to Connecticut for the weekend," the rather pretty, past middle-aged brunette said, dryly. "To visit a sick friend." 

"Oh Dear! That puts me in a bind," I said. "I don't know the city or where I'd find a hotel this time of day and I'm afraid I let my taxi drive away." 

The woman smiled. "Well come in and let's see if we can get you straightened around." 

At the end of the dark hall I thought I saw something move in the shadows. Was it Arthur?

I dropped the thought, almost as it occurred. Mrs. Emerson extended a warm hand in greeting. "I'm Angela." 

"George." 

"Please come in and have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment." 

When she returned, she wore a neat white blouse and a full skirt. She had touched up her hair and her make-up. Angela was a very attractive woman. She sat in a chair opposite to mine.

We talked about Arthur's work and my own work before retirement. I mentioned being married. She graciously suggested that perhaps one day I might bring my wife to visit her and Arthur. All of the activities of the nation's capital were in easy reach. Friends often used their house as a jumping-off point.

She suggested I stay for dinner. I of course accepted.

 

Arthur:

It WAS me that George saw. I was surprised. The plan had worked so far.

I had worried about how well the two of them would get along. Angela, 68, had started life as a country girl. George, was fourteen years older. However, he was very interested in fucking my wife after seeing a nude picture I had sent to him. 

I was not sure how he would deal with Angela if they were alone. She had always resisted my hints about having sex with another man. I was not sure I should have put her in this awkward situation with George. It was not that I feared for her safety. I knew that he would not hurt her. I was concerned about her potential embarrassment. Perhaps, I was not sure that, after all, I wanted George to have the opportunity to fuck my wife. But indeed, beyond anything else, I wanted to watch it happen. Perhaps to join in.

I had decided not to tell my wife that I had invited George. I told her I was going on one of my frequent trips to Connecticut, where she knew I would be with Barbara, my eighty-year-old lover.

She had driven me to the Metro station and I bade her farewell. Later, when I knew she would be out, I took a taxi back to the house and hid, awaiting developments. When George arrived, I slipped up to the loft and into the area above the living space. George had caught a glimpse of me, as he came through the door. Angela had had her back to me or it might have been over before it began.

I had made the loft reasonably comfortable for a longish stay and drilled a hole in the ceilings above the living room and above our bedroom. I had inserted magnifying eye holes, which gave me views of the entire living room and bedroom. With the help of an unsuspecting computer buff, I had linked these lenses to the screen of my laptop computer. Thus, I did not need to move around to view my wife's activities. From here on, it was up to George!

Angela, a sweet lady, after giving George a meal, led him into the living room. He told her he should be looking for a hotel room. She suggested that he might like a shower first. 

George:

When I had showered and returned to the living room, Angela served drinks. We sat around, very comfortably and Angela appeared taken with my almost shy manner. But I told stories and made her laugh. Angela revealed her passion for country music and asked if he cared to hear her favorite CD.

Soon, she was jigging to the music, on the couch, and appeared excited. She sat closer to me. I thought she might be becoming a bit tipsy. Her wiggling body moved tantalizingly close. I became impressed with the lady's shapely figure. I began, in fact, undressing her with my eyes, bringing to mind the nude picture that Arthur had emailed to me.

I mentioned that I should start looking for a hotel room or she was going to be stuck with me for the night.

"I believe you're an honorable man. If you're real nice, I might ask you spend the night," said Angela, much to my surprise.

"That would be too kind," I replied.

"In the spare room, of course," she said. 

"Of course." 

"I'm sure no friend of Arthur's would take advantage of an elderly lady who has been left to herself for the weekend." Angela seemed to be making just a bit too much of it. 

"Mrs. Emerson, you're not elderly. You are a pretty still in full bloom, a grand lady in her prime." 

Angela's face broke into a full smile. "You know, young man," she teased, "flattery just might gain you an upgrade for the night. The question is, could I trust you not to tell Arthur?"

"You can trust me with everything. Your reputation, your virginity," I waved my hands in the air. "Your . . .whatever. . . 

"Especially my whatever," laughed my lovely hostess. "Would you care for another drink."

A slower song came on. Angela, impulsively, sat on my lap. She tilted her head back over my shoulder, to allow me an unobstructed view down her blouse. She revealed her full set of mature tits. 

"Was it a little inebriated teasing?" I asked myself. 

As she squirmed on my lap, my hand caressed Angela's bare belly, peeping from below her white blouse.

I nibbled at her ear. "Angela, you have a sexy navel, nice and deep." 

Angela giggled She moved my hand away and squeezed it. "I'm ticklish there." 

My arm encircled her waist, under her blouse. "I bet I could find a lot more ticklish spots," I countered, "if I weren't afraid of getting my face slapped." 

Angela giggled conspiratively. "I imagine you could find most anything you want but I can't imagine you being stopped by the threat of a little old slap." 

Men of my age seldom find themselves in such delicious situations. I watched her eyes closely. "I would very much like to find them all!" 

Angela appeared mesmerized. The drinks, I am sure, contributed to her feelings but there was more to her mood. It was if she were suddenly free of inhibition. This woman, wriggling on my lap, became a seething mass of sexuality. More than drink was involved here. Much more. 

I rubbed my hands around her smooth tummy and tickled her ribs. She watched the shape of my hand under her blouse as it neared her titties. She watched like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You make me feel so. . . so. . . restless," she squirmed.

"All the better to eat you up." I jested, in the fashion of the Big Bad Wolf.

"Ooooh. Tell me more." 

"You make me want to do very naught things to you." 

"Whatever do you have in mind?" she enquired, in mock innocence. 

I surmised that, by now, we had passed the point of no return. So, I took a very bold chance

"I think I would like to start out by eating your sweet, little pussy." 

"You wouldn't!" she gasped. 

"I truly would." Now we had truly taken off, I felt. 

"I couldn't let you do that." Angela got a faraway look in her eye. "Arthur used to like doing that to me," she said wistfully. "I've never cheated on him." 

"I'd make it enjoyable," I promised.

"I'm sure you would," said Angela

"Do you have a lot of kinky hair down there?" 

"That's personal!" For a moment, I was not sure if I had offended or titillated her.

"I need to check it out." I persisted, "I'm an official pussy inspector. I have a sworn duty to. . ." 

"You're absolutely impossible. . ." She covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

"Your pussy curls. . . I look on them as nature's dental floss. The supply must be protected." 

Arthur:

I watched every movement of George's hand. I looked away - but briefly. My own equipment was working overtime, swelling and becoming as hard as it had been in recent years. Angela arched her back, her eyes closed, a pleasurable grin expanding her mouth. 

I was definitely conflicted. I thought to myself. George's an old man. He surely can't be coming onto her like that. He's aggressive and made comments about women he had been with. I had believed, however, that my Angela would never let another man touch her. She was clean and innocent. 

I stretched out, in my confined space, and tried to ease the constriction in my groin area. I was definitely aroused. While briefly away from the visuals, I rethought the whole thing. This was my long-married wife and my friend down there. I had a huge hard on with the slick pre-cum seeping out. I was so aroused, that I definitely wanted it to happen. I wanted to see them fuck. I returned to the screen, to watch. 

George had cupped my Angela's sweet, soft breasts in his palms. That almost made me cum!

She tugged at George to sit on the floor next to the little table. She sat on his lap. She slowly placed her dainty hands over George's hands with the long slender fingers and the masses of brown age spots and directed them back onto her belly.  

George did not miss a beat. He toyed with her soft, somewhat wrinkled, skin and her deep, ticklish navel. They finished their drinks. I thought the night was finished and that now they would go to their separate bedrooms.

But Angela guided George's hands toward her sagging breasts. He hesitated and looked at her, solemnly. Polite and careful man that he was, knowing I was probably watching, he asked, "Are you all right with this?" 

My heart was torn! His hands fondled and pinched my wife's rounded, titties. I had the erection of my life. I wanted it to happen. There was something hypnotizing about my grandmotherly wife, though innocent of other men, being willingly handled by a man twelve years her senior. 

The fact that he was not a handsome devil, and a bit overweight, got me worked up. What could she see in him? I sat, like a boy with a new toy, letting another man seduce my wife into doing things I had only imagined. I made up my mind to enjoy the inevitable. I would not spoil things for my wife. I said to myself, "Me? I'm OK with whatever Angela's wants." 

George:

Angela bit her lip as if in deep thought. "George, do you think that sex is dirty?" 

"Some say, that if it isn't, you're not doing it right." 

"Oh You!" She slapped playfully at me.

"I'm serious. We get most turned on by what, in our culture, is forbidden." 

"Do I turn you on?" I enquired.

I placed her hand on the expanded lump at my crotch. "What would you say?" 

Her generous, full, lips formed a perfect "O." "Ohhh! You really must really be thinking very dirty thoughts." She smiled. "Are they about me?" 

"Very much so," said I. 

"Would you care to share them with me?" 

"Only if I can play with your soft, round bottom and maybe let me spank it a little." 

She giggled. "You really are a dirty old man." 

"Not as dirty as I would like to be!" I ran my left hand up the outside of her solid calf, to a rounded, firmer thigh. I pulled her close and cupped the left cheek of her buttocks.

Angela offered no resistance. Indeed, she was now giving me tacit encouragement to proceed. Though mature in life, she appeared almost innocently virginal in sexual adventure. She was, I think, as curious as I. 

"You make me frightfully randy," she murmured. "I have no will to resist you." 

I caressed her naked breasts. "They're not quite 'little girl' titties but the nipples are so lovely. They want to be played with." 

Angela moaned. "I'd love to be your young lassie, but these old titties are what I have." 

She leaned back and kissed me, open mouthed, while I fondled her breasts. I wondered if Arthur, at this moment, were watching me. I squeezed her fine, sagging teats and also played with – and pinched – her nipples. She moaned and shifted her body. Every few minutes, we made eye-contact and kissed with much playing of our tongues. 

I moved my hands lower. I asked about her bush. "Am I going to find lots of nice, curly hair down there? I know you're going to be tight." 

She smiled and let out a long slow, "Ohhhh!" sound. "You make me feel so terribly naughty." Angela said, as she unbuttoned her skirt, loosened the zipper and lowered the waistband enough to tease me. 

"Oh God! Touch me." This, from a lady who, Arthur had told me, did voluntary work at the local church!

Arthur:

George had his hand under my wife's skirt, just over where her nether pink lips and clit would be. He teased her with his fingertips. Her hips moved writhed with pleasure. Angela loved what he was doing to her and I loved watching. One of her hands stole behind her. I assumed it found George's crotch. At this point I was blown away! My dear, prudish wife, Angela was holding his cock. This old man had her topless, rubbing her pussy under her skirt. Now, she was playing stroking his dick! They paused between wet kisses. 

He said, "Remove your skirt. Let me see your pretty legs and your sexy pussy fur." 

He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. She gracefully lifted her hips for him to pull the skirt from under her. That aroused me further. Now he could now view the entire length of her legs, topped off by her pink panties! 

He spread her legs and positioned himself inside of her knees. She held both hands over her pussy and appeared shy for the first time. 

He said, "You want me to take my pants off, to even the score?" 

Angela said "Oh, yes! Please! I want see you." 

He kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and briefs and stepped out of them. He knelt before her. His hard penis pushed up and out, pointing at her. She could not help but look at it. It was not huge, perhaps seven inches – but it was thick. 

I thought to myself, "If he fucks her with that, she'll never be able to feel me inside her again. . ."

He gave her panties a tug. She did not lift and give him 'permission.' He removed her hands from her pussy. The crotch, dark and slick, was soaked. Even tucked away in my viewing corner, I imagined I smelled her slick, feminine juices. He looked her in the eyes. 

"Don't hide from me. You want me to see you. Let me slide them off." 

She watched his eyes as he clutched the narrow elastic of her panties. She put an arm around his neck and lifted her butt. He slowly pulled her panties away from her bush and her slit. Angela lay, completely naked, her wet creamy pussy exposed. She lay back against the couch, waiting for George's next move. 

Being a bit drunk, she had started this thing, but it was clear that George was now in control. Each time he touched her, she moaned. She was obviously fixated on his swollen cock. He kissed her and confidently introduced a middle finger, slowly and firmly, up her twat. She moaned. Her body convulsed at his touch. George didn't seem to notice, but I knew she had a minor orgasm. George had barely touched her clit and she was coming for him!

Her head lay back against the couch cushion, her legs splayed wide. Her hips lifted off the carpet as she erupted again – with a second, stronger, orgasm. George played with her tits and titillated her clitty with his fingers. She moaned and manipulated the head of his cock. 

He kept asking, "You like that, Angela? Tell me what you like." 

Obediently, she looked into his eyes. "I want. . . you. . . to. . .fuck me." She whispered, "Fuck me hard!" 

Her legs drew up, knees parted, as he mounted her. He plowed into her hard, her hands scratching his back, her legs locked over his. George worked his stiff cockhead into her and pressed into her. In and out of her he went, over and over again. My Angela's pussy was getting fucked. I listened to the hot, wet, slushy, sounds as he pumped his cock into my wife's hungry hole. She gripped his clenched, scrawny buttocks with both hands and tried to pull him deeper into her.

Abruptly, George withdrew from her. His cunt-soaked cock, swollen to near bursting, glowed obscenely in the lamplight.

"Noooo!" moaned Angela. "Please fuck me. I need more." 

George turned quickly on the floor. Carefully but firmly, he guided his cunt-soaked prick, to her soft, parted, lips. Slowly, he pushed the head into her mouth. She opened further to receive his thick, slick-with-her-juices, cock.

I could not believe what I was seeing. He pumped that hard cock in and out of my Angela's small, sucking mouth. And she accepted it! My loving wife had given George her pussy. Now she was sucking his thick cock, with the same mouth she kisses me with! She sucked him, as I had taught her to suck me. She cupped his hairy scrotum and massaged his balls. She toyed with his asshole, fingering it lovingly, as I had taught her to play with mine. 

He held my wife's head and thrust his cock deep into her throat, until she had it all. From his open-mouthed, frozen, expression, I knew he had shot his first spurts of cum. He backed off as he came and pulled out of her mouth. I clearly saw her mouth oozing with slippery, slimy spunk. Still, he shot his thick cum at her face. He rubbed it with the smooth head of his dick. While he leaned into her she pulled on his smooth ass cheeks, encouraging him to fuck her pretty face. He gently rubbed his dick on her open mouth. 

Finally he lay on his side. "That was fantastic, Angela. Now, stretch out beside me." 

Using her soft inner thigh, near her crotch, as a pillow, he brought his mouth close to her pussy and extended his tongue to touch her clit.

"Ooooooh!" gasped Angela. "I'm so tender there and so sensitive. 

"Let's do each other," said George. 

Lying on her side, she pulled his softening manhood into her mouth and pushed a hand between his hairy legs to softly caress his ass. For the next five minutes, my wife lay with his limp dick in her mouth, nursing it like a baby, while he teased her clit with his tongue. 

After she came gently, for the fourth time, I thought she might fall asleep nursing his spent cock. I thought it time let her know I was there. My cock was as hard as a rock from watching her get filled with cock. George had done a fine job at seduction.

My dick throbbed in my trousers. I could not believe what I had seen. My friend had turned on my wife more than I ever had. It was surprising that I had not cum in my pants. Indeed, from all the precum down there it would be hard to say that I had not.

While they were still in post-coital bliss, I left the loft and exited by a side door.

George:

I lay on my back, Angela astride me, my spent cock still deep in her mouth.

The front door opened and closed. Someone shouted, "Hello, Darling, it's me!" 

"Dear God! It's Arthur!" Angela tried, vainly, to pull away from me, her new lover. 




Angela



"There you are," said Arthur. "Isn't THIS a nice get-together? What am I interrupting?" 

"Nothing, really" tittered the very naked Angela. "George and I were just having a friendly romp, just like you've always tried to encourage me to. Well! This time, I really did!"

"A friendly romp, indeed!" fumed Arthur. "I return home find my trusted wife being fucked and clitty licked, by a supposed-to-be friend. It's fortunate that I canceled my trip and came back!" 

"What makes you think we were fucking?" asked Angela.

"I. . . Well I know. . ." 

"You watched!" accused his wife. "You sneaked in and hid someplace and watched us." 

"If I did all that, who has a better right to? asked Arthur. 

"You watched, Arthur?" I asked. "You really watched us?"

"Of course he did," said Angela. She faced her husband. "I hope you got yourself an eyeful. Did you get yourself off?" 

"Not yet," said Arthur. "I was hoping you'd let me join you." 

"He's often begged me to let a friend join us for a threesome," said Angela.

"You are willing to share, Arthur?" I asked, "I can't believe it!" 

Arthur nodded. "It's been a longtime fantasy of mine, to watch my wife with another man."

"But," I said. "The lady is your wife." 

"I love her, I really do, but I she thinks I'm boring," said Arthur. "I want to do something exciting for her. And you have obliged me. Thank you George!" 

Angela smiled, without much joy, at her husband. "You just wanted a new thrill, to get yourself off." 

"That too," admitted, Arthur, "but, Darling, I do love you." 

"This was all a setup." She looked at me. "Wasn't it?" 

Arthur had mentioned it," I said, gently, "but I never though it could happen. I was, genuinely, totally surprised that he wasn't here when I arrived." 

I took the hand of the naked wife of my host. "Please believe me. I'm very happy to have made love to you." 

"Let's keep it honest, George" said Angela. "You fucked me and you enjoyed it. And I actually LOVED it! So there!" 

She looked towards her husband. "You, my dear husband are the only one dressed. If you plan being a part of this party, you'd best get naked." 

Arthur quickly removed his coat, shirt and tie, He was somewhat shorter than My 6'1 and weighed a lot less than my 190 lbs. When he dropped his pants and drawers his uncircumcised cock pointed outward and slightly upward in a very stiff erection. 

"Why Arthur!" exclaimed, Angela, "I do believe you are quite prepared to do some fucking." 

"My dear, I'd enjoy that immensely." He replied, earnestly.

"Did you have anyone particular in mind?" she asked, saucily. 

"Well certainly not George!" 

Angela turned to me. "What do you think George?" 

"It's obvious that Arthur is not interested in me at the moment." 

"Are you interested in him doing you, then?" enquired Angela, of her husband. 

"I'm not interested in surrendering my virginity to him tonight." was his response. 

"Then you've never been done by a man?" 

"Never," said Arthur.

"Well then," said Angela, "I suppose it's up to me. "I have the choice of two upstanding members. Now, which should I chose?" 

"You could do both?" I said.

"At one time?" she enquired, a little cautiously. 

"Of course." 

Angela licked her lips. "How could that be done?" 

Arthur said, "Really now. We don't have to do that." 

"Arthur," I reminded him, "we did a cybersex threesome, a couple of years back, if you remember. I believe you enjoyed yourself splendidly." 

"Tell me more." begged Angela.

Please! It was only fantasy," protested Arthur.

"He chose to do her in her ass," I revealed.

"He's always been after me to do mine," tittered Angela. "Should I let him?" 

"I remember being quite hard that night," I said.

"I believe we both were," said Arthur. 

"Just as both of you are now! But now you see each other's hard cocks." Angela said, as she took her husband's stiff organ in hand and skinned back the foreskin to expose the shiny, pink crown. "It's such a nice sight and it makes me so... juicy." 

"You do that very much and I shall go off in your hand," said Arthur.

Angela took my cock in her free hand. "So George, how did you two do the lady? How do I go about getting these two proud specimens into little old me, at the same time?" 

"I think I would occupy your sweet pussy, while Arthur enters your. . ." 

"Your fundament," interrupted her husband.

"You mean, 'up my ass,' as you've always wanted to?" 

"Yes, Dear, your sweet, treasured ass," admitted Arthur. "I claim your virginal ass as a family treasure." 

"Then I claim your sweet pussy as my prize." I said, as I squeezed her solid thigh where it joined her pussy. "After all the love juice I've lost tonight, I doubt I'd be stiff enough to enter virgin territory." 

"Soon, I mean to pluck that tight rosebud," vowed her husband.

"You mean 'fuck it,' don't you darling?" said his wife.

"First I'll pluck it – and then I'll fuck it," he responded. 

First Angela kissed my cock head. Then she slipped Arthur's foreskin up and over the head of his bursting cock, then back to take that one in her mouth.

I lay back on the floor, a couch pillow under my head. My stiff cock pointed upward. I reached out for the sexy woman hovering over me. 

"Come on, Honey, climb aboard." 

Angela, a knee on each side, sat astride me, with my hard cock slipped into the wet velvet of her clasping vagina. Her lips parted. She sucked in a long, slow, breath as she descended. She absorbed me until I was deep insider her and our curly hairs came together. "Oooooh!" she breathed, "You feel delicious." 

I grabbed her hips, tilted her forward and spread her nether cheeks wide. "Oh I say, Arthur, do you see the target of your dreams?" 

Arthur dropped to his knees behind his wife's bum. "Objective is in sight. Are you ready, Darling?" 

Angela tittered. "I think you could hardly miss such a big target." 

She steeled herself for her husband's onslaught. Her body tensed. "I'm ready. Do me! Bum me, Darling!" 

Arthur poured a little baby oil onto his palm and anointed his throbbing prick. He then used his oily fingers to slicken her back hole.

"Ooooh! Your finger feels so good," moaned Angela.

"Are you ready for it, Dear?" 

"Oh, I am soooo... ready." 

"I'll go slowly. Tell me if it hurts." 

Angela stiffened and her vaginal walls tightened about my cock, as Arthur's dick touched – then pressured – her anal opening.

"Push out as I push in," instructed Arthur.

Angela grunted. "You feel much larger back there than you do when you do me in front." 

"Such a tight rosebud," gasped Arthur. He pressed forward and breached the anal muscle. "I'm in," he gasped.

Angela moaned.

"Am I hurting you?" 

"Only a little," hissed Angela. "Go on." 

I felt Arthur's cock slide in through the fine film of tissue that separates the rectum from the vaginal passage. My cock twitched as more blood flowed into it. It swelled to a new hardness as our cocks, in parallel passages, rubbed each other. The feel was, as Angela has said, 'delicious.' 

"Oh God!" said Angela.

"So tight," said Arthur.

I said, "I feel you, Arthur. Can you feel me?" 

"I feel you." 

"I feel you both," breathed Angela. "I'm so full of cock. It feels as if I will burst" 

"I'm fucking my wife's ass," panted Arthur. "He withdrew his cock to push it back in again."

"Do you like doing my ass, Darling?" asked Angela?

Arthur slowly pulled out and returned his cock to its full depth. As the passage grew more accommodating to the invasion of his cock, he picked up speed.

With Angela's full weight up on me and Arthur pressing on her, I could barely move. However, I was not complaining. I was deep inside Angela's warm, wet, matronly pussy. With each full stroke of her husband's cock, it slid against and deliciously massaged the underside of mine. Never, in my entire life, had I experienced such sensations. I knew I could not last very long under such pleasure.

"Oh! You both feel so good inside me," breathed Angela. "Can you really feel each other's cocks? Against each other? Inside me?" 

"I can feel him, hard as a rock against me," groaned Arthur.

"And George, do you feel Arthur?" 

"All I could gasp was, Jesus! I'm cumming! 

"Oh FUCK!" Arthur threw back his head, slammed his cock home and pressed tight to Angela's ass and pumped his essence into her bowels. His balls brushed and lay on mine and I couldn't move under their weight. 

He screamed, "I'm cumming too!" 

Our two throbbing cocks shrank as they soaked where they were and slowly slipped from their slippery channels. Angela rolled onto her back and dabbed at her leaking orifices with paper napkins. She giggled. 

"Was it as good for you guys as it was for me?" 

Arthur:

Angela brushed the hair back from her eyes. 

"Please have pity on an old woman who has just been screwed into next year. Let me go to bed and dream about what you two have done to me."

"Fine! Angela and I will be off to our dreams." I saluted our guest. "Good night, George. We enjoyed you immensely." 

I took Angela's hand and helped her stand. I took her arm and walked her toward the bedroom. 

"What kind of hospitality is that?" asked Angela. "Where are your manners, Arthur? We have a king size bed. George sleeps with us and I'm in the middle." 

"So much the better," I said. "Let's take a shower and so to bed." 

The three of us, naked and arm in arm, staggered up the stairs and into the bathroom. Angela sat on the toilet and let go a stream of piss that cascaded into the commode water. I started to get an erection, despite our threesome we had just concluded. As one, George and I pointed our softened cocks toward the shower drain and let fly. Some of it slashed our feet. Neither of us seemed to mind. As Angela joined us, she shook her head as if to say, 'What a waste?' 

We fell into bed, with Angela in the middle. Under the sheet, Angela turned her back to George and presented her sweet ass to him. I felt him move behind her and fit himself to her, spoon fashion. He went to sleep quickly. Angela went to sleep with my cock in her hand. It had been a long time since. . . 

George:

When I awoke, I was alone in the bed. There was a short robe at the foot. I grabbed it and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I also trimmed up my beard with a razor and showered. Before donning the robe, I took another Cialis. The one I had taken yesterday had certainly worked to perfection.

Arthur and Angela were on the back, screened-in porch, having breakfast. They wore robes similar to mine. Angela rose and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. There were scrambled eggs and bacon in the covered electric skillet. 

Arthur poured coffee. "I trust you slept well."

"I don't think I moved all night. I was drained and dead to the world."

The matronly Angela reached under the table and rubbed my soft cock. She purred with delight. "Good. It's going to be a beautiful day and you'll need all of your strength to keep up with me."

Arthur excused himself to answer the front door chimes. 

"That would be our next door neighbor," said Angela. "Arthur doesn't know that I know - but he has been fucking her." According to Angela, he had been having an affair with the 75-year old widow for several years. 

Arthur returned, accompanied by a tall, older, woman wearing a jogging suit. She stood nearly six feet and was lanky thin with the slender, muscular, legs of a marathon runner. He introduced Mary to me. 

Mary smiled, revealing perfect false teeth. 

"Greetings Angela" said Mary, "Surprised to see your neighbor so early?"

Angela nodded to acknowledge her neighbor, silently.

Arthur let his robe, his only article of clothing, slip from his shoulders and fall to the floor. He said, "George, Mary too, enjoys fun and games. Shall we all get naked and be more comfortable?"

"Arthur likes me naked, don't you, old boy?" The older woman kicked off her running shoes. She turned to Angela. "I hope you don't mind, Darling."

"Not at all, Mary. In fact George and I will join you." Angela and I stood and disposed of our robes. Arthur's wife held on to my hand, possessively.

Mary's age became evident as she peeled away her sweaty costume, exposing a wispy thin, triangular patch of loosely coiled, pubic fur at her crotch. Her slit was deep and plainly visible. The twin cheeks of her boyish butt were taut, smoothly rounded, globules of solid muscle. They would little more than fill my cupped hands comfortably.

Mary's small, sagging breasts bore thimble sized nipples that already appeared hard and extended from amazingly large areolas. Those slack tits swung freely as she knelt to take Arthur's cock into her mouth and swallow it. Her reddish brown hair fell over a hawk-like face.

"Mary!" Angela said, "You look wonderful! I must say you certainly look very mature in your birthday clothes."

Glances were exchanged, but nothing was spoken. If Angela were puzzled, she did not say so. She may have known of Arthur's affair – but no longer had any grounds to complain.

Mary sat next to Angela and me. The old lady's cunt had hardly more that a few sparse tufts of gray, wiry, pussy hair. I reached over and fingered her sloppy wet slit until she came, accompanied by stifled cries of delight. The old lady was certainly randy.

Arthur suggested that Mary should suck my prick. Thus, the old lady knelt between my thighs. Angela took my cock in her hand and guided it to Mary's open mouth. Angela pushed my cock between the woman's lips. After some hard sucking and expert tonguing, I found myself ready to shoot. 

Angela knelt next to Mary to watch, as my sperm erupted. She made sure I throbbed my spunk into her neighbor's mouth, until it oozed out of the corners. Angela held my prick, as well as Mary's head, to avoid us coming apart. 

Arthur demanded that Mary swallow it all. "Is it good Mary? Does his cum taste really good?"

With her mouth very full, Mary could only nod.

Angela guided my prick from Mary's mouth to dab it between her neighbor's sagging tits. The final drops fell there. She was delighted. While Mary had been sucking me, I had been squeezing Mary's sagging tits, to keep her in a state of sexual excitement. 

Arthur then invited us all to their bedroom. There, the lovely Angela lay face up on the bed. Her husband asked if I cared to eat Angela's cunt. I bent between those full, rounded thighs and placed my tongue on the lady's clit. She begged me to work a finger up into her juicy cunt. Arthur sat on the side of the bed and just played with his hard prick, watching his wife being toyed with by another dirty old man – me! 

Arthur:

George had a fine time, kissing and playing with Angela's cunt. He reached up to squeeze her full, lovely titties. Soon she moaned, in a way that made everyone aware that she was about to cum. She cried out, "Oh! George! Make me cum!" 

George did what he thought was his best. But at Angela's urgent plea, George fingered her faster and sucked and licked on her gray, furry cunt, wet and sticky that it was.

Angela cried out in the agony and ecstasy of her climax. "Oh! Cunt! Fuck!" 

I urged Mary to lie back and part her thighs so that George could enter her tight, old, cunt. This was a great moment for me. I was going to watch George actually fuck our neighbor, my lover, who, until an hour before, he had never met. Mary pulled open her own cunt lips. George knelt between her thighs. 

Eagerly, Angela took his penis in her hand, gave it a few strokes and guided it to Mary's juicy cunny. Angela told Mary that it was longer than my cock, and thicker; she assured her that she would love it. "Mary," Angela could not resist a saucy comment, "I'm sure you knew that, already – Eh! Mary?"

Angela said she absolutely loved having it when it was being fucked her up her own cunt. 

George said he would be happy to oblige her. 

Angela coyly told George not to be so cheeky. "Now, George," she cried, "Push that lovely prick up Mary's old, gray twat and fuck her hard." 

"Oh! Oh!" cried Mary, in some discomfort, "It is big! It fills me nearly to bursting!" 

In what he thought was deference to Mary, George slowed his thrusting. 

Angela, however, insisted that he keep putting it more strongly than ever to the old woman. "Fuck her hard" She cried. "Mary loves it. Fuck your new lover – harder. Harder than that!" 

Part of her, I thought, wanted to hurt Mary – to "punish" her for our affair. Although, I also believed that, after her being fucked by George, she had forgiven me some of my own transgressions. 

George's thick, old cock probed deeply into his new lover's cunt. The equally sexy Angela encouraged him. George fucked, faster and faster, up the gray-haired widow!

Soon, Mary – herself – was begging George to fuck her harder. Angela, too, urged him to fuck their neighbor at a really punishing pace. George managed to keep it up for fifteen or twenty minutes before he was close to cumming. Finally he shot load after load of spunk, like Roman candle balls of fire, up the gray-haired cunt. Mary squealed with delight! Angela rubbed her own pussy as she watched. 

George's softening cock plopped from the old woman's dripping cunt. I asked George if he would suck the spunk from Mary's slimy hole, while they watched. George did not look certain that he wanted a taste his of own essence. Mary lay back and opened her scrawny thighs, revealing the slick, slimy semen, dripping from her swollen, nether lips, still warm from George's prick.

When I asked George to lick Mary's dripping cunt, he hesitated. Angela told him she truly would like to see him clean Mary's pussy, as he had hers. "After all." she said, "I swallowed everything you shot into my mouth last night."

George, not wanting to be discourteous to Angela, after she had been so hospitable, pointed out that when he had eaten her pussy, there was no cum in it. "I've never tasted myself," said George.

"Well then, it's time you did," said the lovely Angela. "It's really quite delightful."

George, no coward he, bent to his task. He spent ten minutes licking his own spunk from the wet, wrinkly, old cunt. As he licked, Mary got more and more excited until she came off with some delightfully obscene cries. She squeezed her thighs and cunt-lips together, forcing more goo into George's mouth. 

I then quickly stripped the sheets from the bed, to reveal that the mattress was covered with a large rubber sheet. 

I lay face up on the bed, prepared to suck Angela's cunt as thoroughly as George had licked Mary's. My wife carefully lowered herself to my face; her tasty cunt was positioned over my mouth. With great delight, I sucked and licked. I reached up to tickle her tits – more firm than Mary's. Angela moaned. George told Mary that she should suck my cock. Mary swallowed my organ easily.

I licked Angela's labia minora and separated them from the major, outside fur-fringed, lips. I worked my tongue into each familiar cranny and crevice. Angela wriggled and squirmed on my face but never did she pull away. I stiffened my tongue and worked it into her womanly slit and forced my way up her as far as I could reach.

Angela moaned. When I reached her small, ever so sensitive, clitty, she bucked like a bronco with a burr under the saddle. I held her in place with a hand on each full hip.

Angela cried out, "Oh! Jesus GOD! I'm going to cum! Oh!" 

I kept licking and sucking at my wife's sweet honey pot.

Angela cried out, "Oh My Dear, I'm going to pee! I'm. . . I'm pissing on you!" 

I tasted the few drops of Angela's salty piss and started to pull away. 

"No, you don't, Arthur" cried George, "You watched me eat my own cum. Now you must lie there and drink your wife's warm pee. Swallow it." 




Angela



I tried to pull away. George said, "Arthur! Naughty boy! Drink up or I'll piss on you!" 

Eagerly – and as it turned out – quite enjoyably, I drank down a quantity of Angela's golden piss, as it spurted into my compliant mouth. Her hot pee warmed my throat, as I swallowed. Mary kept sucking at my cock until I shot wads of cum all over her face and her shrunken titties.

We all retired to the shower and then, still naked, went out into the enclosed back yard to rest and recline in the warm fresh air. Then, I think, we all napped for a while.

George 

We woke in the early afternoon. Angela, with Mary's help, lay out a buffet lunch with cold cuts, ham, roast beef and cheeses. There was also coleslaw and potato salad. All were served cans of Heiniken beer. It was the first time I had attended a naked picnic. 

"A Naked Lunch, so to speak," said Arthur. Much was made of having dessert at the "Y". I enjoyed "Creme de l'Angela" served on curly cunt. Angela reciprocated'

After lunch, Mary had to go home. She promised to return in about an hour. 

Arthur had something to do that required taking the car. Angela had slipped on a sweater and skirt to see them off. Despite the fun and games, and despite cumming twice, already, I had yet to fuck Angela, this day. 

Angela and I had an hour, at least, to ourselves. She wanted me to fuck her before Arthur or their neighbor, Mary, returned.

We sat on the couch kissing. She wore a tight, sexy sweater, emphasizing her tits. Very soon I had my hand underneath it. I easily slid my hand around to unclip her bra. But she wanted me to see her in her sexy undies before we got naked. She asked me to strip and to sit with her. We kissed some more. She squeezed and rubbed my cock.

Arthur, as if on cue, entered the room. One again, he wanted to watch his wife take care of another man's prick. He eyed mine, clearly anxious for it to perform in his wife.

"So that is what you want to put up my lovely wife," said Arthur. "I'd love watching while you do her again. Fill her cunt with cum. I know my wife wants that big, hard prick up her. Can you can manage that?"

I replied, "I'm not sure. After all, I'm an old man."

"But George, I insist on being fucked, even though I am an older lady. Let me show you my undies," said Angela.

Angela pulled her sweater over her head revealing her brassiere-encapsulated titties. My prick, until now just hanging heavily, stiffened. 

She smiled, unzipping her tight navy skirt. I helped her wiggle it to the floor. As she stepped out of it, we hugged. I felt her sexy underwear, then gripped her full-cheeked ass and gave each of her buttocks a squeeze and a little slap.

"Are you spanking me?" asked Angela.

"Mere love taps," I said.

Angela stepped back to let me see her. She was in black lace underwear, including crotchless panties that exposed her full, graying pubes. Sheer black stockings were clipped to her garter-belt. Her nipples were barely covered by the skimpy bra.

Reaching for my hand, she led me to the bedroom and the big bed. I bent her over the bed and removed the flimsy panties. A lovely ass like this should never be covered," I proclaimed. "You should be spanked for hiding it."

Gabriel waved her 68-year-old, rounded, butt at me. "Would you actually spank me?"

"I'd love to warm that pretty ass, until it's really pink."

"I bet that would turn you on nicely." she teased, "Spanking an old woman's defenseless bottom. Does that really titillate you?"

"I think I should dearly love to see that," said Arthur. "Of course, so long as it is done humanely."

"I'd play butt bongos on her sweet ass," I said, "just hard enough to warm her and give her a nice shade of pink."

Arthur explained that another fantasy of his was seeing Angela spanked by someone else. "I'd love to hear the sharp crack of a hand on her pretty, bare butt," he exclaimed. "That would give me a magnificent hard-on."

"Darling," exclaimed Angela, "You never told me."

"You'd have agreed?" asked Arthur.

"Probably not, but I'm willing to lie across his lap, now, if George does the spanking." She looked up, teasingly to her husband. "Would you use that hard-on to fuck Mary? I'd love to watch you."

"With your permission," replied Arthur.

"By all means," said Angela. "I shall be bottom-buggered by George's cock after he warms my bare butt properly."

Sitting on the bed, I pulled Angela across my lap, so that she lay straight out, face down, with her bottom centered and rising magnificently under my hands. Her pussy hairs tickled my hard cock. 

"Now you are talking dirty," I admonished, sternly, "and I will truly warm your insolent butt that you've been teasing me with."

"Warm it well," urged Arthur. "I'm getting harder from just imagining it."

My hands caressed the cellulite, rippled, bottom-cheeks of my hostess. 

Mary stepped through the door. "Have you nasty people started without me?"

"You're just in time, actually! George is going to warm my wife's sweet ass." Our host looked on while he twiddled a finger at the lightly-fringed twat of his next door neighbor. I lightly finger slapped Angela's far cheek in rapid, bongo tempo rhythm. Each slap echoed a distinct, erotic sound to the room.

"WOW!" exhaled Angela. "That smarts!"

"You asked for it," They were such nice rounded globes. I caressed those cheeky cheeks, squeezed them and watched them return to their perfect shape. Once an ass man always an ass man.

"I'm flabby back there," said Angela. "You shouldn't call attention to my jiggling flaws."

"Just like you were molded, from silly putty," I said. "It's such fun to play with. Add a little more pink and you'll be perfect."

"Spank her," said Arthur, "she's been so naughty."

"So have you," said Angela. "Perhaps someone should warm your ass?"

"Under the right circumstances, I shouldn't mind that a bit," said Arthur.

I lay it on harder, as we progressed. Angela protested – but not loudly. Her rounded, pretty, butt became pink and then red. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and wet the pillow. But she took every slap. I felt the smear of her juices on my naked lap. "I think, my lovely, that you are done to a turn."

"I'm burning up," said the lady with a red butt. "I need a good fucking."

"And a good fucking, your sweet ass shall get." I rolled her off my lap and helped her stand. She bent and placed her hands on the bed, her red rump raised high. Mary handed me a bottle of baby oil. I applied it liberally to the red cheeks and let some run into the deep crack separating them. I then introduced a slick finger, then two, into her little, brown rosette.

Angela winced then shoved back at me. I've never had anything up there before Arthur did me there last night. It still feels so different."

"You soon will grow to love it, my dear." I withdrew my fingers and slowly introduced my hard prick." She moaned as I slid, slowly, all the way in. Then I rested, before I began the long, slow, strokes. 

"I feel so full, said Angela. "You feel so big and hard, sliding in and out of my tiny little hole back there. Oh God! I love it when you go in all the way. Give it to me. Give me all of it!"

I did – and I kept on putting it to her fulsome ass – in!, in!, in!, in! - until we both came and she fell away, rolling on to the bed, face up.

Arthur:

George bent with eager lips and planted them on each of Angela's tits alternately, flicking with his tongue-tip, on the outside of each crested nipple. This drove my wife wild. She pleaded for George to suck them hard. George teased her, by continuing to run his tongue and his mouth round and round her firm protruding nipples.

"George," cried Angela, "suck my nipples harder, please." 

George succumbed to her pleas. Placing his lips firmly on one swollen, fiery red nipple, he sucked the randy Angela's tits. She moaned in the agony of her approaching ecstasy. 

. 

George sucked and lightly chewed Angela's lovely nipples, which were as hard and as large as thimbles. It hurt her a bit – but he knew that pain is sometimes akin to pleasure. She loved it. Her elderly body writhed in sexual agony. She cried out, "Oh God, George! Suck my tits! Bite them hard! Make me cum again!"

His fingers caressed my wife's cunt. She strained against his seeking hand, urged him to slide a finger into her slick, wet cunt.

"George," she cried, "That's lovely! Oh! Finger my cunt. Do me! Please!"

George now had two fingers probing up my Angela. The lady was in Heaven.

She lay, oblivious to time, as George finger-fucked the Lady Angela. She massaged his swollen prick, hard and throbbingly eager to enter her elderly pussy. Without a word, George rolled on top of her. Without thinking, I grasped George's throbbing cock and guided it into my wife's slippery hole, surrounded by the gray public hair. I was, I realized, now a hands-on conspirator in my own cuckolding. George's cock seemed to burn my fingers, as I brought it to my wife's slit.

"That's lovely," cried Angela, "Push! It's up me! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

Beside myself with lust, I cried out to George, "Give her your spunk. Fuck my wife! Fuck her good!"

George's cock hammered into Angela's juicy pussy. Sweat poured off of him. His heart pounded. She begged for more. Harder and harder, George pounded his old prick up my passion-racked wife. She writhed and wriggled as one smooth, well-oiled, human, fucking machine.

Unfortunately, George could not cum. His earlier fucking had left the older man short of ammunition. I felt for him - but I still begged George to fuck Angela harder. He shoved his prick into her as fast and as hard as he could.

"Oh George! Come in me" she cried, "Cum in my cunt! Do me! Do me! Do me!"

George pushed as hard as he could. Sweat poured off of him. Finally, Angela cried out, "Oh! I'm cumming!" Oh! Fuck me! George! Fuck Me!"

George held her tightly until her climax subsided. They were still at it, when Mary arrived. 

George, Angela and Arthur did not hear her enter the bedroom, obviously attracted by the noise.

Mary said, "Angela! It's so lovely seeing you get fucked with a new prick. Is it good?"

"Mary darling, it's wonderful" said Angela, "I made George cum once. Now we have been fucking for half an hour and he hasn't cum again yet! But I want him to shoot his spunk!"

"Why not let me join you?" said Mary. 

Soon, Mary was quite naked.

George rolled off of Angela, his prick still stiff. He sat on the edge of the bed. Mary knelt in front of him, her face near his prick. Angela sat to the side and began rubbing his cock. She bent and sucked on his hard cock, as she held Mary's hand tightly and lovingly.

"Get ready Mary" cried Angela "he's going to cum! Take it on your tits. It is only fair; I got one dose."

"Oh! I want it! I want it!" cried Mary, eagerly.

Angela rubbed and worked his cock until George finally felt the spunk rise. "I'm cumming!" he cried out.

"Mary! Open your mouth. Push up those tits." Angela took command. "Mary, open your mouth. Quickly, or it will be too late."

Mary opened her lips wide and extended her tongue. She pushed her tits upwards.

"Now, George," cried Angela, "shoot it into Mary's mouth!"

Groaning in delight, George shot his load into the mouth of our neighbor. 

The elderly widow's response was, "Ugh!" She tried to pull away.

"Don't, Mary! Swallow it all! Swallow his sweet cum" cried Angela. "George, squirt that lovely goo into her mouth." Angela held his spurting prick and Mary's head to ensure that she took it all. "Mary! Swallow!" Turning to Arthur, she whispered, "I don't think she's done this very much before, has she? Now George, shoot the rest of it onto Mary's tits."

George withdrew his prick, still pumping hot semen. He dabbed it on to Mary's tits. She, in turn, pushed them up to receive the several spurts that spilled on her dried up titties. She clearly loved it. She rubbed it over her small, sagging mounds and began massaging her swollen nipples.

"You know, Mary," said Angela, "Arthur once told me he had the fantasy of seeing me rub a man's penis while another woman sucked it. We gave Arthur his fantasy, Mary. Now, let me lick those slippery tits clean of George's cum." Angela bent to apply her tongue to the engorged nipples.

"Darling, I've enjoyed it all!" said Mary. "It felt a bit strange at first. As you said, I've never done it like that before. And the nipple licking, I love you doing that!"

Angela lifted her head and smiled. "I'd better stop. I must save a few drops for Arthur."

George:

Angela suggested that Arthur lay Mary back on the bed. He kissed her on the lips and must have tasted my spunk. Then he kissed the old grandmotherly tits and licked up the cum that came from an old man's prick.

Angela spoke to Mary and George. "You know, my dears," she said, "While we all feel so sexy, Arthur and I have a surprise for you."

She directed Mary and I to stay on the bed and amuse ourselves until Arthur called us to the enclosed back yard. 

"What about Arthur?" I asked. "Won't he be cross?"

"Oh no," said Angela, "Mary told me, that she would like you to fuck her. Arthur said he would to watch. It's another of his fantasies!"

Mary directed my head between her widespread thighs. Parting her nether lips, my elderly partner drew me to her wrinkled pussy and urged me to suck her prominent clit, which almost resembled a baby prick.

As I worked on Mary's big clit, she reached up and played with my exhausted cock. I licked her gently and pushed my fingers into her asshole, working them in and out of it with a fucking motion. She was soon in the grip of passion.

"Mmmmmmm! That's lovely." Cried Mary

"Yes, George!" cried Arthur, returning to the room, "Suck her cunt! Make her old cunt juicy." 

Mary cried "Make me cum, George! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me. "

"I'll guarantee you a good cum," said Arthur. "Come with me."

Arthur ushered us out through the enclosed porch to the shady, enclosed and very private back yard. "You two, get ready for a big surprise. 

"Oh Arthur! Are we having another nudist party?" Mary cried out.

"Yes," Angela giggled. "We're all going to remain naked and. . ." she tittered again, "somebody's going to get pissed." 

"You mean drunk?" I asked.

"I mean really pissed," said Angela. 'She turned to Arthur. "Don't I Darling?"

We were led to a place under a big tree, where a rubber sheet covered the grass. In the center of the sheet, a specially adapted toilet seat stood, rigidly, on four legs. There were two small attachments under the seat.

"Angela, whatever is it?" cried Mary.

"A pissing-stool, Darling" said Angela, proudly. "Arthur designed it and had it made, especially for us!"

"How does it work?" asked Mary.

Arthur explained that a person was collared and made to lie, face up, under the seat. Angela then insisted that Arthur demonstrate. Arthur was not too keen to be seen in such a humbling position. However, Mary and I urged him to demonstrate.

Arthur did as he was asked. After he lay comfortably on his back, under the seat, looking upwards, Angela fitted him with a leather dog-collar attached to the hooks under the seat. She then invited Mary, to take a seat over Arthur, so that he could look up into her grandmotherly, sparsely-fringed cunt. She then shackled his hands to his legs, using a pair of looped dog-chains. He looked most uncomfortable.

The women obviously took delight in Arthur's discomfort. To relieve strain on the collar, Arthur was forced to raise his head, until his mouth was but inches from the cunt of his older lover.

The elderly widow opened her lower lips so that he could, more easily, look up inside her female organs. He ogled, quite clearly, her large clitoris and her urethra opening. Though his fate was obvious, Angela took exceptional delight in explaining it in detail.

"Arthur, Mary is going to Jill herself off. When she comes, she will let down her pee. Her piss will hit your face and run into your mouth. As you know, you are to drink as much of it as you can swallow."

Mary, rubbed at her cunt and pulled at her big clitty for over five minutes before she moaned, "Oh God! Arthur, it's coming. I've got to pee too."

"Let it come," shouted Arthur, "George, can you see it, George? Do you see Mary pissing?"

I could hardly avoid seeing a few drops appear on the opening of Mary's urethra. Then it began dripping on to Arthur's face. Arthur stuck out his tongue and tasted. The piss ran faster, until it became a golden stream. Angela loved the excitement of watching. She sternly ordered her husband to open his mouth and to let it all flow in.

Arthur:

"Drink it Arthur," she cried. "Drink it down."

The taste was salty - but of a pleasant flavor. Mary's piss kept flowing. I was ordered to keep my mouth open and keep swallowing. I was being made to drink the piss of this old neighbor, this sexy grandmother, as it poured into my now eager mouth.  

"Is her old piss sweeter than mine?" demanded Angela.

I dared not shake my head and miss a drop of Mary's flowing gift.

Angela straddled my hips and squatted until her furry pussy was positioned directly above my raging hard-on. "Here is more for you, Darling," she cried and let loose her own hot, golden stream, directly on to my rampant cock.

George:

Arthur could hold back no longer. Like a Roman candle belching its thrumping balls of fire, the man's extended prick belched glob after glob of slick, slimy spunk into the open air to mix with the golden piss of his Lady Angela. 

Arthur gurgled and swallowed a huge quantity of Mary's piss, as she poured it down into his open mouth. I watched Arthur, Mary and Angela excitedly as my own, already well used, cock once more rose to the occasion and extended upward toward my navel. 

"George," cried Angela, "Piss on me. Let me feel your hot piss spray my back."

Standing behind her, I forced my straining prick downward and aimed at her smooth lower back and broadened ass. It came as only a dribble at first. Then the yellow stream broke through. It pulsed and splattered on her pale white back and ran down the crack of her ass to flood her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!" moaned Angela. "No one has ever done this to me before. Your piss is so delightfully hot." 

After Arthur had finished cumming, He expected to be released. It was not to be. The two women and I went into the house to shower and get some refreshment. Angela said she was going to have a few large glasses of beer. Obviously it was to fill her bladder for when she took her turn on the piss-stool.

We were gone for over an hour. Arthur, still chained, lay under the piss-stool, possibly ruminating upon his expected fate. On returning, Angela said, "Arthur, Darling, are you ready for my present? I've saved quite a lot for you."

Quite naked, Angela sat on the piss-stool and spread her legs, so that we all could see. Mary readjusted his restraints until they were even more restrictive.

I stood by Angela's side and reached around from behind. I cupped her tits and began massaging them, tickling her nipples. 

As I squeezed Angela's tits, Arthur, was looking up into his wife's hairy pussy and got very excited, very quickly. His cock, once more, rose to full mast.

Mary knelt in front of him, on the rubber sheet. She took his stiff cock into her mouth and began to suck. 

Arthur:

Angela, sitting above me, began to strain for all she was worth. A lovely, solid, brown turd parted her sweet, crinkled rosette and began to emerge from her shit chute looking like a huge, fat cigar, not messy but firm.

"Oh No!" I cried out, "Not SHIT! I BEG OF YOU!"

"I'm just teasing, Darling." Angela cooed. "But I'll save it for you, if you wish." She explained that this was merely a warning. If I did not cooperate, she might consider dropping a turd on me later. 




Angela



The girl sighed as her tea colored eyes flicked over me; her contempt was hard to miss. I rolled my eyes pretending to be unaffected, although her obvious dislike cut to the quick and made my confidence waver. I wondered why she affected me so much, that was a thought I didn't want to examine too closely and so I pushed it aside. Moreover I wondered why I had ended up partnered with her and why teachers always seemed to think random pairing was going to change the social hierarchy of high school. This wasn't some feel good teen movie of the year, it was real life with real kids and real honest to goodness meanness. 

Angela had transferred to Middlebrook High right at the beginning of the year and the rumors had started almost immediately. She dressed in loose jeans and wife beaters and more often than not she paired the outfits with timberland boots and fifty nine fifty hats. The way she dressed didn't detract from her beauty but as usual judgments were made based on her appearance. I didn't exactly understand that the other girls were threatened by her, plenty of other girls chose not to dress in tight jeans and short skirts, but they not all of them were labeled "Like that" apparently like that was just another way to say she was a lesbian. Maybe the rumors stuck because she never denied it, and silence was just as good as admission. I didn't know what to think, I mean I didn't spread the rumors but I didn't stop people from being openly and obviously rude to her either, so I guess I was no better than anyone else. I felt bad for her but not bad enough to even make an effort to befriend her. 

The truth was she piqued my interest way too much for my comfort, I knew I was "like that." but I fought tooth and nail to keep who I was a secret. I didn't think I was strong enough to live my life with other people not liking me for a difference I couldn't change. God knows I'd tried to just be straight but it wasn't really working out. I'd had sex with guys before but I really couldn't see what the big deal was. Sex was uncomfortable and not at all pleasing but I dutifully threw myself into the not so roomy backseat of my boyfriend's father's car and faked my way through fifteen hellish minutes to affirm my straightness and uphold the image of what I perceived as normal. Being paired with Angie terrified me but the teacher had already announced there would be no compromising on our partnerships and so I was stuck. 

We moved into our groups and waited to be assigned a topic. She just sat there staring at me I looked away because her eyes unsettled me. A moment before I turned away she winked at me. My heart raced and I looked everywhere but at her and nearly ran from the classroom when the dismissal bell rang. She caught up with me before I made it to my car she practically screamed my name causing a few students to stop and look. I could feel myself blushing as I whirled around to face her. "What the fuck do you want?" I demanded with a lot of unnecessary meanness in my voice. She looked like she would cry when I screamed at her, I had been embarrassed that people had seen her running after me screaming my name but I hadn't meant to hurt her feelings not really. I felt bad instantly as she stumbled over her words. 

"You ran out so fast after class and we didn't set up a time to work on the project, we should really get started immediately there's a ton of work to do" She trailed off looking a little embarrassed as I stared at her. 

"Around six should be fine you can come to my house I said briskly before walking away." I felt like a jerk and I knew I was acting like one but every time she was near me the attraction I felt for her was harder to ignore. The fact that I couldn't shake the feelings set me on edge but I'd have to at least try to control myself if we were going to work together. 

She rang my doorbell at six on the dot. I'd been waiting by the door for her and although I would have denied it to the grave if asked I'd also gotten changed for her. I donned a pair of tight black boot-cut jeans and a tight sleeveless red turtleneck. I'd pulled my hair into a ponytail and even sprayed on a little perfume. 

Opening the door and stepping back I let her enter. When she passed me I was surprised to catch a hint of flowery body splash. I assumed she wouldn't be the type to wear perfume and such. As soon as the thought crossed my mind I knew I was as bad as the kids who teased and taunted her. My judgments of her were based entirely on things I didn't know and had never taken the time to find out. She looked a little uncomfortable when I turned to her after shutting the door. I walked past her and headed to the kitchen expecting her to follow me she mumbled something but I didn't hear her. She was actually very soft spoken, I turned to ask her what she had said and she ran right into me. I would have fallen had she not grabbed my upper arms and held me upright. Her hands did nothing to steady my emotions or the kick of excitement in my stomach. For a split second I wanted to kiss her I even leaned slightly forward but then catching myself I pushed her away, much harder than necessary. "Get off of me." I told her. She looked ready to burst into tears and again I realized I was being a bitch. "Sorry" I mumbled "I didn't mean to push you like that." 

"Listen I'm not going to attack you or anything." She was mad and she had every right to be but there was something else in her voice. If I'd known her better I would have been able to define that something as hurt. 

I commenced our walk to the kitchen my books were already there. She seated herself in the seat farthest away from me and dropped her book bag on the ground. Taking out her social studies text book and a green five subject note book she began to read without a word. 

"What are you doing?" I asked her 

She gave me a cold look and the contempt was back in full force. 

"Reading." She spat the word out as if it tasted bad inside her mouth. 

"I know that, I meant if you're not planning to work with me then we need to split up the work so we each research different things." 

"Me not work with you? You're the one who made it clear that you don't want to work with me, believe me you weren't my choice either." 

"I'm sorry."

That was all I could say and I really was apologizing but she just rolled her eyes and said "whatever." However she did move closer to where my books were and shared the notes she had taken so far. It turned out Angela was an excellent note taker everything was all professional and organized she even had different topics in different colored ink. I knew she was good at sports because she was on every team except cheerleading but I'd never considered her academics. 

We worked for an hour looking up facts about the agriculture and climate and economy of Brazil then she said that she had to go but she would look on the web for more stuff on the government and social system if I would look up agriculture and imports and exports. I agreed and walked her to the door, disappointed that she was leaving so early. I couldn't concentrate on research but I still worked and looked up sites because I didn't want Angela thinking I was a slacker who wouldn't do my part. As a matter of fact I researched much more than I needed or intended too. 

When I finally got into bed, images of her popped into my mind. I entertained them briefly before pushing them aside like the proper little straight girl I claimed to be. The next day I found myself giddy I couldn't wait until last period. When I walked into the classroom I smiled at her genuinely happy to be in her presence again. 

Amber, one of my longtime friends gave me a look as if to ask why I'd be smiling at Angela. I just shrugged and took my seat. When we got into our work groups Angela and I traded information. We had actually gotten a big head start on the project as every one seemed to just be beginning. 

I tried to very hard to concentrate on highlighting and taking notes from the information I had printed off the internet but my eyes kept drifting to Angela. I watched her slender fingers holding her pen and noticed the thin gold rings she wore on both her thumbs plus the one she wore on the middle finger of the left hand. All of them were simple plain gold rings and beautiful on her delicate hands. Her nails were naturally long and I could see that she had shaped them but she wore no polish. It struck me then and there that her hands were sexy. That's all it took for my mind to go AWOL and instead of thinking about agriculture and how it affected the economy in Brazil I was suddenly thinking of all the things her hands could do. 

She was clicking the tiny gold ring that pierced her tongue on her teeth. The sound drew my eyes from her hands to her face. She was staring at me hard and had probably asked me a question or something because she seemed to be waiting for an answer. "Pardon me?" 

"I said do you want to come over either tonight or sometime this weekend?" 

It was Friday night and I had a date with my boyfriend he was taking me to the movies but I knew we'd end up seeing some violent action packed movie. Joey really had far too much control over our relationship but I needed him to be my sickeningly macho hertro boyfriend to keep people from doubting my orientation. I knew right then and there I'd cancel the date and spend the evening with Angela. I told her tonight would be great. She said anytime after five would be fine with her. She only lived seven houses down so I didn't need directions. 

After school I hung out with my friends at the local mall. They alternately grilled me about Angela and pitied me for getting stuck with her. I told them that, no she hadn't tried anything and that she was actually really smart and focused. Still they talked trash about her and said things that were beyond cruel. For a moment I wondered how I could have called these girls my friends for so long. What would they say if they knew about me? Would they shut me out and shove me in the halls or worse? I sort of wandered away from them giving some excuse about being sick to my stomach. Actually it wasn't far from the truth. I was sick, sick of not being like them and sick of wanting to be like them. I started to drive home when I realized that I had left my book bag at school. I circled back to the high school and went inside. The janitor was nice enough to open the classroom door for me so that I could get my bag. I was on my way out of the building when I heard someone calling me. I turned to see Angela running down the hall she had on a pair of small tight shorts that were part of the girls track uniform and a racer back tank top one of those kinds made for working out. 

For the first time ever I saw her without a hat or bandanna. The front of her dark hair was braided into an intricate design of criss-crossing cornrows she had the rest pulled into a ponytail. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, I knew I was staring but I couldn't stop. She was slightly sweaty from track practice and carrying a gym bag and her book bag. "Can you give me a ride home?" She asked looking at the ground and sounding embarrassed. She said if I couldn't it was cool she could walk. I just stared at her some more, we lived more than three an a half miles away and with her bags it would be a long walk. 

"I'll take you." I said once I finally managed to speak. However I didn't move I just kept taking her in. She always wore loose fitting clothes so the full impact of her figure had never hit me. She was lean and toned but she definitely had curves. "What?"

She asked clicking her tongue ring against the back of her teeth. She was asking why I was staring, I immediately began to blush and cursed my light skin for showing the tell tale sign of my embarrassment. 

"Nothing." I said turning to exit the school. Once we got inside my car I focused on driving but couldn't stop my eyes from drifting over her thighs. At a particularly long red light the thin sheen of sweat on her thighs glistened in the sunlight pouring through the window. I couldn't have taken my eyes off of her legs if my life depended on it, and I was starting to forget why I shouldn't be looking in the first place. She clicked the ring against the back of her teeth causing me to look up into her face. She was smiling like she knew exactly what was on my mind. "Green light." She said pointing to the traffic signal. 

I sped off faster than the law allowed slowing my speed when I realized I was doing 50 miles per hour in a residential area. When we got to her house I started to just let her out and go home but she said if I didn't mind I could just come in she wanted to take a quick shower but then we could work. Images of her soaking wet in the shower immediately flew into my head and all I could do was nod. She smiled and told me to come on in. Although we lived on the same suburban street and the design of our homes was virtually the same the, inside of her house was vastly different from my own, it was immediately homey and welcoming. There were four children sitting in the family room playing monopoly they were obviously sets of identical twins. The room was filled with laughter and fun. "Those are my brothers and sisters, Chloe, April, Drew and Doc." "Doc?" I asked wondering how crazy her mother had to be to have named her child after a fairy tale dwarf. 

"Oh well his name is Anthony but he's really smart and ever since he was two years old he's said he was going to be a doctor. He knows a lot of medical stuff." 

"Oh" was all I said

"Anyway I'm going to take a shower you don't have to wait with the kids you can come upstairs." 

Before I could decide what to do a woman walked to the swinging door that lead from what I could only guess was the kitchen. She had to be Angela's mother, the resemblance between them was strong. The woman was more shapely and heavier than her athletic daughter but still a knockout in her own right. 

"Hey mama" Angela called racing up the stairs. "This is Mia." 

Her mother immediately embraced me, and instead of being weirded out it actually made me comfortable. I wished my parents didn't travel so much I'd have loved to come home to my mother and father but now that I was 18 they traveled even more frequently than ever before, leaving me for weeks at a time. On the rare occasion when they were home there were charity events and fundraisers and benefits and tons of other things that were much more important to them than I could ever be. They weren't proud of my near straight A's or good behavior over all, in fact it was expected but they plied me with gifts to assuage their guilt for not having been parents. Hell in truth they couldn't really even be called guardians I had been raised by nannies and sitters until I'd hit 16, then my parents deemed me mature enough to stay alone. Each year since then they had spent more and more time traveling. 

My friends of course thought the freedom was cool, and I never told them or any one for that matter, that I desperately wished my mother was home to fight with me about inane things like wardrobe choices or whether or not I could get my nose pierced or that I wanted my father around to make sure my skirts weren't to short and that my boyfriend wasn't a total dick. But the truth was that the weren't there and they didn't really care overmuch so long as I kept my grades up and stayed out of trouble with the police. I didn't think about it often but walking into a house where everything seemed so different brought my lack of familial bonds into sharp focus. 

I ended up staying in the family room with the kids. The girls were 13 and the boys were 11, they were nice kids and within moments they had me laughing and talking. They all went off to the kitchen to have a snack of some sort and I sat there not having been invited to leave the family room. I never liked to do things in other people's home without permission. Had I been feeling introspective I might have related my reluctance to the fact that I feared reprimand as well as rejection, but I wasn't introspective not then. I was to busy denying who I was to discover any internal truths. A few moments after the kids disappeared Angela came back down stairs. She wore a pair of wide leg boy jeans and a light blue half shirt with a Baby Phat logo on it. For the first time I saw that she had a gold barbell in her navel. The shiny piece of metal looked so cute on her dark brown skin and for a second I couldn't breathe. I was surprised that she had worn a half shirt and it must've shown on my face because she laughed and brushed her long hair over her shoulder. "I can't wear this kind of shirt to school" she said.

I just nodded she was right it was technically against the dress code, and the way she looked in those loose jeans riding low on her hips and the half shirt should have made the whole damn outfit illegal. She was incredibly sexy a fact that I wished I hadn't noticed. . 

She let me stare at her for a few moments, while she just stood there and I looked at her from head to toe then from toes to head. She even had cute toes, painted of all colors neon green. She smiled when I met her eyes the second time. "So what are you doing in here alone?" 

I shrugged. "The kids went to get a snack."

"Well did you want something?" She asked me I nodded I was kind of hungry I hadn't eaten since lunch. I followed her into the kitchen where the kids were consuming a plate of cookies. I noticed a toddler in a highchair, she was sitting next to Angela's mother mashing what may have once been a banana into her mouth. She was a gorgeous child with huge hazel eyes and dark smooth skin. "This is Asia she said pointing to the baby" she kissed the child on the forehead and turned to me "so what do you want to eat" she asked I shrugged "whatever you're having I guess." "I'm going to have a turkey sandwich want one?" I nodded. She took out the lunch meat and lettuce and cheese and a loaf of bread. "Mayonnaise or mustard?" she asked "Oh you don't have to make mine Angela." 

"Mayonnaise or mustard she repeated." As though I hadn't even spoken 

"Both." I said 

She made us both huge sandwiches and told me to grab two sodas out of the fridge while she put the food on plates. She motioned with her head for me to follow her and on the way past the front room I grabbed my back pack. We headed upstairs past the second floor and into the attic. It was obviously her room and very spacious and quite neat. Someone had clearly had it done professionally what with the hard wood floors and paneling on the walls. I noticed there were two doors on the far wall one was open and a quick glance told me it was the bathroom. The other door was shut, and I was looking at it wondering where it lead when she told me. "That is Asia's room." 

"Do you mind sharing with her?" I asked 

"Not really she's pretty quiet and she sleeps very soundly." I nodded then said "So do you have any other brothers and sisters or is it just the six of you?"

"I only have four siblings 2 sister and two brothers." She paused as if trying to decide whether to go on. "Asia is mine." 

Before I could think I spoke "But you're... I mean how could you?" I trailed off and just stood there feeling dumb. 

She clicked her ring against her teeth for a moment then spoke. "I am gay and I was two years ago when I got raped, apparently a few of the boys on the football team thought they'd teach me a lesson, for liking girls. I got pregnant." She spoke as if the whole incident were no big deal but I was stunned how could she be so calm when I could already feel myself starting to cry for her. 

"God don't pity me." She sighed "And don't tell anyone"

"I don't pity you" I said blinking back tears "and I won't tell anyone." "Good" was all she said before setting the plates down on the desk I wondered how she could trust me so fully, I knew I wouldn't tell her secrets but how could she know? Before I could think any further she spoke.




Angela



"So don't you usually have a date or something on Friday nights?" She asked changing the subject. 

"Shit." I said running my hands through my hair and closing my eyes for a second. 

"Well don't get all bent out of shape about it." She said "I was only asking"

"No it's not that, I just forgot to call Joey and cancel." 

She just stared at me until I spoke again. "Can I use your phone?" "Sure It's right over there." She replied as she pointed to a bedside table. 

I sat on the bed and slowly dialed Joey's number, he was audibly angry when I canceled and started screaming at me despite the fact that he often stood me up without so much as a word. I was sure Angela could hear him calling me a bitch and asking if I was fucking around with some guy. 

"Joey, please..." I started to plead with him. I was in the middle of a sentence trying to calm him down and tell him I was just studying when the line went dead. At first I couldn't process what had just happened, Angela had pulled the adapter for the cordless phone out of the wall cutting of the call. When I looked up she looked mad enough to send a tiny shiver of fear through me. I wondered what I'd done to illicit such a look whatever it was I wouldn't be doing again anytime soon. "I'm sorry" I said apologizing reflexively. "What for?" she asked me dropping the adapter on the nightstand. I didn't know what I was sorry for so I didn't say anything. 

She looked at me for a few beats then walked across the room and started eating her sandwich without a word. I just sat there feeling embarrassed I'm sure she thought I was stupid for staying with Joey but she didn't understand my reasons. 

A knock on the door broke through the silence that filled the room and one of the kids screamed that someone was on the phone for me, Angela opened the door and snatched the cordless phone from the whoever was outside of the door. I knew the caller on the line was Joey, he'd called back after seeing a strange number on his caller ID. 

I reached for the phone but Angela wouldn't give it to me. She spoke into the receiver as she stared at me. " Yes, she is here as a matter of fact." I could hear Joey screaming at her and demanding to speak to me. Angela didn't bother trying to yell over him instead she just said goodbye and hung up the pone. 

Joey was still screaming when she hung up. The phone rang again immediately This time when she picked it up she had lost patience and there was an edge to her voice that made the hairs on my arm stand on end. 

"Listen to me if you call this number again I'm calling the police, I'm really not interested fucking around little boy." She hung up again this time the phone didn't ring anymore. I smiled at her, still more than a little embarrassed. After I nibbled my sandwich a bit we got to work, she finished my food for me as the encounter with Joey had made me lose my appetite. 

Since there was only one chair and she was sitting in it I worked on the bed eventually stretching out on my belly to read and take notes. When she brought her book and lay next to me it seemed stupid to move. First off I knew her feelings would be hurt and I didn't want to be insensitive, secondly I really didn't want to move. She actually made me comfortable and true to her word she didn't "Attack me or anything"

We worked for hours breaking only to get more food. We used books she had picked up at the library the day before but hadn't felt like lugging to school for in class work. We actually finished all the research and a goodly portion of the oral report. Still I worked because I didn't want to leave. Finally with everything but the visual aide done I couldn't think of another reason to stay. We'd have to get poster boards and things to complete that part. 

As we were leaving her room she grabbed my hand and held it for a second. "Listen Mia don't you ever let anyone make you feel like you're less than beautiful." 

As quickly as she grabbed my hand she let it go, I felt like crying but I couldn't understand exactly why. Once we were downstairs she walked me to the door, stopping in the family room to get the baby who had called out to her as we passed. When she was holding the child I could see how much they looked alike. I smiled touching the little girl's springy locks. She had a head full of thick dense curls. When I touched her hair she giggled and leaned toward me. I had to put my arms out to keep her from tumbling from her mother's arms and onto the floor. The child had literally thrown herself at me. I rested her on my hip for a moment looking into her eyes that were exactly like her mother's. 

"She's beautiful" I told Angela "Thank you" She said with a proud smile

The little girl laughed, clapping her little hands. I noticed she had the tiniest gold ring I had ever seen on her left middle finger and a single bracelet on her tiny wrist. After clapping her hands the child put her face close enough to mine for our noses to touch "Boo-ful boo-ful boo-ful ." She giggled some more. 

"Wow" Angela said, "She usually hates strangers. But she seems to like you and she's right you are boo-ful." 

The little girl giggled and turned to her mother, she almost put her little index finger into my eye blindly pointing "boo-ful" she said again. 

"That's right baby-girl very beautiful." She said staring into my eyes and reaching for the little girl. Suddenly Asia clung to my neck and screamed loud enough to startle me. She had some set of lungs on her, I thought my ears would bleed. I backed away and motioned to Angela to let the little girl be. She dropped her arms away from the child and Asia immediately stopped screaming. I held her close and carried her to the family room. She was smiling and happy and clearly not a single tear had fallen.

"You don't have to stay Mia I know you must be tired, besides it's bedtime for her." 

"Oh it's alright and if you don't mind I'll take her up for you. I don't want her screaming and carrying on."

"Are you sure?" Angela asked 

I didn't answer instead I just started up the stairs. When I passed Angela's mother in the hall and she grinned at me more than the child I was carrying. "I see little Miss Asia minor has taken a shine to you." 

I smiled both at what she had said and because she had called the child "little miss Asia minor." I shrugged and continued up the stairs, by that time Angie was right behind me. Back inside of her bedroom I walked over and opened the door that had been closed all night. I was speechless for a moment, I could see that someone had taken a lot of time painting a Winnie the Pooh scene on the walls, complete with the hundred acre woods, in the old style not the newly animated Disney version. There was also a blue cloud filled sky painted on the ceiling. I whistled and turned to Angela. "Who painted this?" She smiled a little and shrugged "Me." 

"Wow, you're really talented." 

She just shrugged some more, and I could see she was a little uncomfortable so I dropped it and put the little girl on the dressing table. The diapers were right out on plain view so I undressed the baby and changed her asking Angela were the pajamas were. I had my hand on Asia's belly holding her in place so that she wouldn't move suddenly and roll onto the hard wood floor. Angela stepped up behind me and leaned in, I could feel her breasts pressing into my back and her breath tickling my neck as she reached up and opened a drawer that had been built into the wall and painted with part of the scene. I hadn't even noticed them. "In there." She said quietly. Neither of us moved for a moment but then she stepped back. I got Asia in her pajamas and put her into the white crib in the middle of the room. She wasn't having it she started to scream as soon as her little feet touched the bedding. I picked her up and sat in the rocking chair in the corner she stopped crying as I held her but didn't look the least bit sleepy. I rocked her for a while to no avail before beginning to sing softly. My very first nanny had always sung to me and it was the only form of comfort I could offer, I didn't know any lullabies so I sang Summertime. By the second time through the song Asia was asleep. When I looked up from the little girl's face Angela was staring at me with her mouth slightly open and tears in her eyes.

"You have an amazing voice." That was all she said. I hadn't sung in front of anyone in ages and in truth I hadn't really meant to sing in front of her, I had just wanted to put the baby to sleep. I'd dropped out of the school choir two years before because the teacher was a fucking cunt, and I certainly wasn't joining any church choir. I had more than enough to deal with without having to worry about religion. 

I could feel myself blushing as I quietly thanked her. I stood up and put the baby in the crib before turning back to Angela. I followed her into her room and shut Asia's door, then we just stood there looking at each other, I wanted to kiss her so badly it was like a physical ache, but I was afraid. Afraid that a kiss wouldn't be enough and then I'd really and truly no going back would be "that way". I couldn't handle all that a kiss could entail, so we just stood there as awkward as two left shoes. Finally I mumbled goodbye and walked out of the room. She followed me down to the door and stood there until I pulled away. 

Once I got home all I wanted to do was go to sleep, but of course I couldn't always have what I wanted. After I took a shower and laid down in my bed I was more awake than I could ever recall being. There were questions that I couldn't answer and there were truths I was desperate to deny. Just before I finally went to sleep I wondered if the truth would ever set me free. 

The next day Angela showed up at my house at noon. I was in short shorts and an old pink panther t-shirt sans bra, needless to say I wished I had on some cute little outfit to look nice for her, she gave me a once over and her smile made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman on the planet. She had poster board and markers with her to finish the project. I wondered if she really was that into it or if like me she was using the project to spend as much time together as we could without fully admitting that there was an attraction between us. I invited her in and debated whether or not I should "Get cute", I decided not to because it would be too obvious. I felt giddy as a preteen on her first date. I think I may have even been sweating a little. 

We worked for two hours straight and had the graphs charts and maps done completing a project that wasn't going to be do for weeks. I wished we'd worked slower or had more to work on just so I would have a reason to see her everyday, things were so much easier when I was provided with a tailor made excuse. I didn't have the courage to take the first step let alone to admit that I was attracted to her on a physical level as well as emotionally bound to her. We hung out for a little while but the atmosphere was strained, partially because I wanted her badly, and partly because I didn't want to want her. My conflicting emotions caused me to run hot and cold, I couldn't blame her for wanting to escape my mood swings. 

I didn't see her again until school on Monday, I watched her whenever I could and at least twice I know she caught me the second time she winked at me and my heart skipped a beat. By the time I got to last period I couldn't wait to be near her. We wouldn't be doing group work today which disappointed me because that meant I wouldn't be able to talk to Angela, not that I could think of anything to say anyway. Instead of listening I sort of zoned out while the teacher talked about current events, I was surprised when the bell rang, time had flown by. I gathered my books and stuffed them into my bag before heading out the door, Angela was no where to be seen but I figured she had run off to one of her many sports practices. I was still a little out of sorts when I ran into Joey in the main hallway, I had been avoiding him nearly all day and would have kept on if he hadn't grabbed me by the arm and pushed my back against a row of bright orange lockers. There was a lot of end of the day commotion in the halls and no one took pause to see why my boyfriend had me trapped against the lockers. He lowered his head so that it was only inches away from my ear. "Gotcha." He whispered tightening his grip on my arm and pressing his lips to mine. I struggled but couldn't push him away. I was gagging and suffocating from the "kiss" he was giving me and I wanted to run like hell, except I couldn't move.

A palm slapping against the locker net to us made Joey lift his head, I'd never been more glad to see a hall monitor in my life. Most of the students had cleared out and the monitor was glaring at us. "This is a school, not a make out party." I was trying my best not to puke as she stood there until Joey moved his body from mine. He still had me by the arm and I had to pull hard to get him to release me, and I know he only did that because the monitor was still staring at us. I walked in the opposite direction once I was free, I was headed to the gym I knew there was track practice behind it and I also knew that if I walked out the front door I'd never be able to out run Joey to get to my car. He was after all the running back and he'd broken several school and state records with his speed. 

I was so afraid I was shaking, Joey had never really hurt me but he had made it clear that he could, the only reason he didn't was because I nearly always went along and did things his way. As idiotic as he could sometimes be he made me feel special, like someone really did care about me after all. That was the real reason I had stayed with him for so long, I could have gotten almost any guy to fill the boyfriend requirement but would they care? I didn't think so. I also didn't think I was ready to pay whatever price Joey had in store for me. The track team was indeed behind the school running laps and doing exercise drills. I spotted Angela nearly the first second I walked out of the building. Her brown skin was glistening in the sun and even from a distance I could see that she was focused, she was running faster than everyone else by three or long paces but I could tell she wasn't even strained. I leaned against the side of the building and watched her, her presence calmed me and although my stomach was still knotted with fear I felt a little safer. 

I watched them until practice was over, when the girls were heading back into the gym and toward the locker room Angela saw me. She grabbed my hand and I had no choice but to follow her. The other girls were in different states of undress but Angela just grabbed her gym bag and her book bag off of the bench and left the locker room. She had let go of my hand to get her stuff and I wished she hadn't. Of course I didn't say anything or make any motion to reinstate the contact. When we left the locker room she turned to me "What's the matter with you?" She asked 

I didn't say anything. I wanted to explain to her about Joey and tell her I needed her to protect me but in truth I knew she probably couldn't yes she was stronger than me but I doubted if she could hold Joey off without being injured. I didn't know what to say but I knew I wouldn't let her walk out to my car with me because I refused to put her in danger. Instead I told her to wait right where she was because it didn't make sense for her to have to lug her bags all the way across the parking lot after she'd just worked out. With a smile I said "I'll pull around if you want a ride that is." 

"I'll ride anywhere you want to take me" she replied. I smiled for real and walked out of the door. The parking lot was mostly empty and it took all my courage not to turn back, I made it to my car unscathed but I wasn't fool enough to relax, he hadn't waited me out but I couldn't hide forever. I pulled the car around to the front of the school and watched Angela get in. Again I wanted to tell her what was going on but I couldn't. Instead I drove the short distance to her house in a distracted silence. She asked me to come in but I refused, I knew if I went with her I'd breakdown , I was an emotional mess and I wanted to keep that part of myself behind closed doors. I let myself in the house and made sure to lock the door before going up to my room. I tried to watch television but inane situation comedies grated on my nerves in the best of times, so being stressed made TV a no go. I turned on the radio and tried to do a little school work but I couldn't concentrate. Eventually I ended up laying across the bed falling asleep I didn't wake up until about eight, I was starving and so I headed down to the kitchen to see what was there. My dinner such as it was ended up being a bowl of frosted flakes. I was just finishing my feast when the phone rang, looking on the caller Id I smiled. It was Angela or at least someone from her house. I picked up the phone "Hello." "Hey are you busy?" Angela asked

I looked at the empty kitchen and the bowl of cereal in my hand and nearly laughed out loud. "Um no" I said managing not break into gales of laughter I could hear Angela taking a deep breath before she spoke again. "Well do you want to come over and hang out?" Did I want to come over and hang out? Hell yes in fact I could think of nothing I wanted to do more. "Sure." I said as if it didn't matter one way or the other. 

"Okay" She said I could tell she was smiling. 

"Give me a little while I have to straighten up before I leave." I told her 

"Ok. See you soon" I hung up the phone and sat there smiling for at least two minutes before I got up and rinsed my bowl and spoon. Then I ran upstairs to change. I had a walk in closet and a dresser full of clothes but I still had nothing to wear. Not wanting to take up to much time I had to decide quickly and so I ended up in a pair of lowrise jeans and a Low cut cropped pink shirt. I paired the outfit with pink sandals and a belt to match. All in all it was the best I was going to do in under seven minutes. Before putting on a pair of big silver hoop earrings I pulled my hair into a ponytail and put on some make up. I was ready and excited I couldn't wait to see her. I normally would have walked down to her house thinking it was dumb to drive half a block, especially with gas prices steadily on the rise but the confrontation with Joey still had me shook so I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. The dark quiet night unsettled me but I made it to Angela's front door untouched and once inside I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. 

One of the girl twins had answered the door but I couldn't tell which one it was, before I could ask to see Angela the girl bellowed loud enough to be heard within an eight mile radius. Angela emerged form the kitchen wearing of all things a short baby blue nightie. I couldn't help but stare. Her hair was all undone from the braids in the front and it cascaded around her face. 

She looked both surprised and embarrassed I could tell she hadn't quite been expecting me so soon, although if this was how she lounged around the house I would be randomly stopping by all the time. I couldn't stop my eyes from taking her in from the tips of her toes to the last bone straight strand of brown hair on her head. 

She looked embarrassed as she brushed past me mumbling something about getting changed. "Oh don't change on my account" I told her. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow and I heard a out burst of laughter from the kitchen. Obviously more than one member of her family was eavesdropping. Not wanting to just stand in the family room being observed or listened too we went upstairs to her room. 

"I thought you had to straighten up or something" She said in an accusing tone. 




Angela



"I was in a hurry to see you" the words had slipped out of my mouth before I could catch them. Again Angela raised her eyebrow, this time when she did it she placed her hands on her hips. "And why is that?"

I stepped closer to her and passed my hand over the side of her face, she inhaled sharply and I moved even nearer tipping her chin up just a little. "Because I missed you." I told her with my lips almost touching hers. She leaned in just a fraction of an inch and kissed me. At first it was just the soft stroke of lips against lips but I wanted more, as far as I was concerned this was my first kiss and I had big plans. Sure I'd been kissed before but I had never once felt like I was falling off of the edge of a cliff. My fingers were in her hair and her arms were wrapped around my neck when we I parted my lips and licked the small space between hers. I could feel my tongue brushing against her upper teeth for a moment before she opened her mouth for me, then it was hot wet and juicy between us lips tongues teeth and moans. That's what I remember. I didn't even want to breathe if it meant my lips being away from hers but eventually we did part both of us panting flushed "What did you do that for?" She asked me 

I blinked because I wasn't sure what had happened. "Why did I kiss you?" I asked her. She just looked at me with the contempt that I'd first seen in her golden eyes. She might as well have kicked me in the stomach, that's how much it hurt. I looked down at the ground trying not to cry an effort at which I failed miserably. I turned away from her and walked out of the room leaving the door open as I went. I ran down the stairs and out the front door and to my car. It took me less than two minutes to get to my house and I was still crying. I locked the car and armed the alarm before shutting the drivers side door, I didn't notice Joey until it was to late. 

He was parked on the opposite side of the dark street and before I could unlock the door to my house he had ran across the road and up the driveway, I almost managed to get the door unlocked before he grabbed me by the arm, spinning me around he slammed my back against the door causing my head to bounce with a hard crack against the wood.

My vision blurred with new tears and I almost blacked out but I knew I couldn't do that. 

"Where the hell have you been Mia?" He screamed at me I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I opened my mouth to answer and before I had even realized that he'd lifted his left hand, he back handed me. Again my head snapped back and slammed against the oak door, I tasted blood in my mouth and I knew if I didn't get away from him he would either kill me or hurt me very badly. Because he has still holding my upper arms I could barely move around let alone run for it. I relaxed my body and did what I always did, I started apologizing to him and pleading with him. He may as well have been deaf for all the good my words did. He started dragging me toward his car and I knew that if he got me in there he would rape me because I certainly wasn't about to consent to anything. I started to struggle but he just laughed and picked me up. I had a small frame but I was tall so it wasn't easy for him to haul me kicking and screaming to the car. He had to put me down after a few paces and press his hand over my mouth to silence me, as he dragged me by the hair toward the street I bit down as hard as I could and tasted more blood in my mouth but this time it wasn't mine. I kicked him in the head as hard as I could while he bent over clutching his injured hand to his stomach. He reeled back and fell to the ground, he was in pain but not incapacitated. I took off running I could hear him getting up to chase me and I knew if he caught me I'd wake up in a hospital room somewhere. I kicked my shoes of leaving them on the ground, before continuing to run. I went the closest place I could think of which of course was Angela's house. I didn't bother to ring the doorbell and wait, there was no time. Instead I opened the door and walked in slamming and locking it behind me. 

I sat on the floor with my back pressed to the door hoping he wouldn't find me. My whole body was shaking and I was more afraid than I'd ever been before, Angela was coming down the stairs I guess to see what was going on and at the same time her mother was walking out of the kitchen both of them looked shocked when they looked into my face. It was Angela who said "Jesus Mia what the hell happened to you?" Then she ran down the stairs and kneeled in front of me. I don't remember what happened after that. Everything just went black and for a moment I felt peaceful. 

When I woke up I was in the hospital and my head was pounding and Angela was sitting in a chair next to the bed watching me like a hawk, as soon as I opened my eyes she leaned forward. "Are you okay Mi?" she asked quietly. I tried to smile at her but my mouth hurt too much. I just nodded at her unable to make my vocal chords work. She got up and got me a glass of water and opened the straw that was sitting on the little rolling table top. 

"I remember when I woke up in the hospital" she said "I was so thirsty and not one of the nurses bothered to bring me a straw." She went on as she held the cup out to me. When I sat up my head reeled and I felt nauseated. I took me a moment to get control of my motor skills but I tried to take the cup from her hand. Seeing the way I'd sat up she held the cup out of my reach and seated herself of the side of the hospital bed. Holding the water near my mouth she used her other hand to slide the straw between my lips. I drank the water as if I had been stranded in the middle of the Sahara for weeks the small paper cup was empty in moments. Angela refilled before I had the chance to ask her, she sat back down on the bed and held the cup while I drank. When I had emptied the second drink she set the cup down on the table, "You want more?" she asked. 

"No." I said finally able to speak. I noticed that the side of my face hurt when I spoke but there was something I really needed to tell her so I looked past the pain and talked. 

"Thank you for staying with me, you didn't have too." I told her She looked at me for a while without saying anything then she reached out and held my hand, squeezing gently. "I wanted to stay Mi." She paused before going on. "I didn't mean to make you cry you know?" she whispered softly. I didn't know what to say so I just nodded although I didn't know any such thing. 

"Why did you kiss me?" she asked letting go of my hand and standing up and beginning to pace. She didn't seem mad just restless. 

"Because I've wanted to kiss you since the first day I saw you in the hallway." I told her, it was the God's honest truth too. 

She didn't respond and I wondered if I'd said something wrong. Before I could ask her a short brown haired nurse came in, she was smiling and looking like a grin alone could heal. "Glad you're awake kiddo." The nurse said, she was acting way to familiar for my liking. I just eyed her while she went on speaking. "The doctor's going to release you in a little bit and he'll give you a prescription for some pain medication. You're basically fine except for the pain and swelling. " 

Great that meant my face was a mess, I wasn't even worried about being good looking so much as I wondered how I would explain what happened to everyone at school. When the chipper little nurse left I looked at Angela. I wanted to ask her about the kiss we'd shared and gage her reaction but I didn't want to push her on a subject she'd obviously rather drop. Instead I asked her "Where are my clothes?" Beneath the thin hospital sheets the only covering I had was a medical issue backless gown. Had Angela been in the room when they had undressed me? I blushed despite myself. 

"You clothes are in there." She pointed to a blue plastic bag marked personal items that was hanging on the back of the door. "They're all messed up so you can't wear them, anyway we have to take them down to the police station. The police were here but you had already been sedated so they couldn't talk to you. I packed you some clothes to wear though." She went over to the other chair in the room which was situated in the corner by the window. She handed me a pair of loose jeans and a hooded sweatshirt along with a pair of cross trainers socks and a hat. I looked at the hat I was holding in my hands and turning it this way and that just to be sure. "Isn't this like your favorite hat, you wear it practically every other day." She raised an eyebrow 

"For your information that's my lucky hat, and I don't let just anybody wear it. But I am glad you notice what I wear." I blushed again before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My whole body ached but there was nothing I could do but clench my teeth and slide the pants on one leg at a time, standing only to button and zipper them before sitting down again. I pulled the loose sweatshirt over my head and used it as a cover, under which I untied and took of the hospital gown. Then I slid my arms into the sleeves. The clothes were ridiculously loose but really comfortable, and best of all they smelled like her. I wished I had a comb and a tooth brush but wishes weren't any good without a fairy godmother and so I made due and jammed the hat over my wild mass of curly hair. The doctor came in a few minutes later and by then I'd managed to get the socks and sneakers on all by myself since I had stubbornly refused Angela's offer to assist me. 

The doctor talked to me about the pain medication and told me to come back if I had reoccurring dizziness or bleeding, I took the prescription from his hand and told him I'd be sure to come back if I had even the slightest problem. After that I was free to go although I had no idea just then where I would go. I couldn't go home yet because I was just too afraid and I didn't have one friend I could tell what had happened who wouldn't tell the whole damn school, well in truth I guess I didn't have one friend. Not a real one anyway. I almost started crying right there in the hospital lobby but then saw Angela's parents pull up in their van and I relaxed. I wondered when she'd called them or if they had just known what time I was due to be released. It didn't matter really I was just so glad to see them. Before I could even get through the automatic sliding doors her mother had jumped out the car and run up to me. She embraced me lightly as If I were made of glass, but her arms still felt sure and strong. I hugged her back for a long while before letting her go, Angela's Dad was right behind her mother and although I'd only met him once or twice in passing he hugged me too. "I'll hurt him bad sweetie. You just say the word." He told me as we briefly embraced. I could have smiled then I had never had anyone try to protect me before, not in the real sense, not like this. 

In the car Angela's parents told me that I would be staying with them, the tone her mother used let me know it wasn't an invitation it was a demand. I was relieved and not the least bit put out. Before we could go back to the house however I had to go down to the police station. The police asked me a few questions but it was clear that Joey wouldn't get more than a slap on the wrist in this town, he was a star player for the varsity football team in a town that lived and breathed for state championships, plus his father was a judge and could have his son out of the system in the blink of an eye. Plus he'd already made a statement to the police, finally after an hour of going round and round with the cops I stood up and walked out of the room, they were calling my name but I didn't even bother to turn around, what was the point. Angela and her parents were waiting in the filthy stale smelling outer room when I emerged. No one said anything as we walked out of the building, when we got in the car I told them that I wouldn't be pressing charges. Still no one said anything, I didn't want to seem like a fool so I explained to them how the questioning had gone and how the officers had basically tried to make it seem like we were rough housing and things got out of hand. My lip was split and the my right eye was black and swollen almost shut plus I had a slight concussion from where my head had slammed against the door not to mention the five stitches on my hairline. He had split my head open with his class ring when he back handed me, and the cops thought this qualified as rough housing. Good thing he didn't really assault me or I might have ended up dead. 

Angela held my hand and whispered that it would be okay and as crazy as it seems I knew she was right. When we pulled up to the house Doc opened the door I knew it was him because he had a model of the human brain in his hand. They all spilled out of the house including Asia who was in the arms of one of her aunts, they had apparently been waiting by the door for the car to pull up. I felt bad all of a sudden I'd probably scared the kids when I ran into the house last night. 

By the time I got out of the car all of the kids were talking at once, mostly they were asking if I was okay and I assured them that I was hurt but I'd be fine. They all looked at Doc and he nodded as if to affirm the fact that I was telling the truth and all the kids seemed to trust him on it. Asia reached out for me but her mother stepped up and took her before I could get her. "Mi I'm not going to argue with you about this, you need to rest and Asia is not exactly a sedative. The child began screaming when she understood that all the words her mother had said meant one thing. "No" 

Angela didn't pay her any attention as a matter of fact no one did, by the time we made it into the house Asia had simply stooped screaming. She hadn't gotten any attention so it seemed she wasn't about to exhaust herself by screaming her head off. Smart kid. 

Angela set the baby down and motioned for me to come with her. I went with her to her bedroom and sat down on the bed. She closed the door and turned to me. "I know it'll be kind of crowded to stay here since you're used to being alone and everything so I was thinking that you could sleep in my room and I'd sleep with the girls. Asia would still need to use her own room, but I'll make sure she's asleep before I go down and after that she's no problem, I swear." 

She spoke fast as if she were afraid I'd interrupt her speech and she'd have to start all over again. "First of all being here is a big relief I was so scared I'd have to go home and be alone, secondly we can both sleep up here, and I promise not to attack you or anything." I told her with a smile well almost with a smile. She laughed and sat down on the bed with me. Her face grew serious as she watched me and she reached out and gently stroked the side of my face, I flinched expecting her touch to hurt but it didn't. There were tears in her eyes or so I thought maybe it was the way the light was hitting them, I couldn't be sure. Without a word she leaned in and kissed my uninjured cheek, then sitting back she asked "Why did he do this? Was it because of me?" 

I shook my head "No it wasn't because of you, it was my fault I know how mad he gets and I stood him up last Friday then I didn't call him at all, and I avoided him on Monday, his feelings were hurt and he gets Really jealous, I should have called him. It's not your fault." 

She looked at me like I was crazy, "Mi it's not your fault either, don't you ever say that I don't care how mad he was he doesn't get to beat you." 

"He didn't bea..." I started 

"Yes Mia, yes he did." Angela cut in not even letting me finis h the lie of denial that was fresh on my lips. I knew she was right and the fact that I'd blindly jumped to Joey's defense sort of scared me. It was reflex and I guess old habits really did die hard. Suddenly I was very tired but I felt gross, in what must have seemed like an abrupt manner I asked Angela for a towel and a washcloth she went and got me one of each and even managed to find me an unused tooth brush. She gave me the stuff and then left to give me some privacy while I showered. I locked the door behind her and went into the bathroom. I examined my face in the mirror and sighed it wasn't as bad as I thought but it was bad. Putting my appearance out of my mind I took a long hot shower washing and conditioning my hair. When I got out I realized I had no clothes to wear so I put on the clothes Angela had given me at the hospital and laid down on the bed. 

I had forgotten the door was bolted until I heard the lock click. Angela had opened the door with her key "You've got some damn nerve locking me out of my room Mi" she said with a laugh. Sorry I mumbled already half asleep. "It's okay, I was just checking on you, I see you're almost out but you've got to wake up for a second. 

"No" I mumbled 

"Yes" she said sitting down on the bed and bouncing a little. 

"I went and got your prescription filled and I went to your house and packed up some clothes for you. You need to wake up and take your medicine then I promise you can sleep. I sat up and my head felt like it was going to explode I snatched the white pill from the palm of her hand and swallowed it not even bothering with the cup of orange juice she had brought up. I could hear her laughing before I drifted off to sleep. 

When I woke up I was all kinds of disoriented, it took me a few ticks to get my bearings. I sat up slowly and miraculously my head felt ok except for the muted pounding at the base of my skull. It was a far cry from the headache I'd had earlier and almost a relief. I stood up and walked to the door without even a hint of dizziness I made it downstairs to the kitchen and felt as though I'd run a marathon in mud. I ached like crazy but at least I hadn't passed out or anything. 

The whole family was in the kitchen eating dinner, and laughing I felt like an interloper as soon as I walked in. That feeling lasted about five seconds, at which point Doc looked at me and crossed his eyes. "What are ya new aint'cha ever ate dinner before?" I sat down at the table and looked at the options as good as it looked I knew both my mouth and my stomach would rebel at the thought of eating lasagna salad and garlic bread. Obviously Angela or someone had thought of that. She got up from the table and went over to the stove when She came back she passed me a bowl of soup and a spoon. Whoever had made this chicken soup hadn't gotten it out of any can. I ate two whole bowls of it and tried to help clean up but even the preteens were waving me away, so I sat at the table and talked to Asia. Leaning in toward her I said "It's just you and me kid." She laughed like she knew what I was talking about then reached out her little hand to gingerly touch my face. "Boo boo?" she asked. I nodded and she stared at me. "Kiss it." She told me puckering her lips as if to show what a kiss was. I leaned over more and she kissed my face and patted my hair. "Okay now." She stated as if just by virtue of saying it, it was true. Forgetting about my boo-boos she focused on something infinitely more important. "Cookies" she whispered pointing to a plate of chocolate chip goodies on the counter. Obviously she'd been told no or else she wouldn't be whispering. "Did your mommy say no?" I asked her. She didn't answer instead she looked away ignoring me completely. I almost laughed she was too young to be dismissing me but she'd done just that. 

"Uh oh" Angela said coming up behind me "now you've ticked Asia minor off." I laughed and shrugged my shoulders "she wanted cookies but I wasn't sure if she could have them."

"She knew she couldn't, I told her no that's why she asked you." Angela said 

"I figured as much." 

The little girl still wouldn't look in my direction but her anger was so cute. Angela hoisted her out of the highchair and carried her into the family room we hung out for a while before I started to get a massive headache; Angela brought me another pill and a glass of juice which I drank gratefully after swallowing the bitter little pill. I was off to sleep less than a half hour later, before crawling into bed I changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that she had gotten from my house. It was only about eight o'clock but I was dead tired again, I didn't hear Angela put the baby down to sleep but I did stir when she herself came to bed at about midnight. She was laying blankets out on the floor and trying to be quiet, she wasn't doing a good job of sneaking about as she hadn't turned on the light. The room was pitch black save the stream of moonlight that cascaded through the window. 




Angela



What the hell are you doing?" I whispered to her 

She gasped "Jesus Mi you scared the living hell out of me." 

"What are you doing?" I repeated 

"I'm sleeping on the ground, go back to sleep." 

"You are not sleeping on the ground" I said sitting up "you can sleep in the bed alone or you can sleep in the bed with me but you are not sleeping on the floor." I went on 

She just stood there so I reached out and grabbed her hand and pilled her toward the bed. "Please Angie don't sleep on the floor. I don't want to put you out and even if you say I'm not I know I am." 

She sighed and crawled into the bed moving across my body to lay in the space where I wasn't. I was asleep moments later. When I woke up in the morning the thought of going to school terrified me, I wanted to hide and stay away not to mention I was still afraid of Joey. As it turned out Angela's mother had made arrangements for me to be home schooled by a tutoring service for at least the next month so I didn't have to leave the house, I was glad she had thought ahead. It crossed my mind that she'd probably gone through the same steps after Angie was raped, for the first time I realized things could have been so much worse for me, it was the reality of that thought that made me thankful in spite of what I'd been through and for the first time in my life I sincerely thanked God. I tried to tell her my parents would pay for the tutor but she just pretended like I hadn't even spoken. Now I knew where Angela had picked up her selective hearing 

After Angela and the others went off to school I called my parents in Madrid and explained what had happened. My mother hardly wasted a sigh on me and my father told me that he thought I was a better judge of character. Good old mom and dad, I had expected as much from them so I wasn't shocked still their lack of concern stung. I willed myself not to cry and went to work on the assignments that I hadn't gotten around to doing yet. 

The month passed by rather too quickly for my liking and I wanted more time to hide from the world but I knew I couldn't let myself be afraid forever. I wasn't planning on being a vigilante or anything but I sure as shit wasn't going to be a victim again. Angela and her entire family had been great, they never once made me fee like I was to blame in fact they acted like nothing had even happened, well that's not exactly true. Everyone acknowledged what had happened to me but no one treated me any differently and their actions eased a lot of my rejection based fears. In addition to providing me with a support system her family also accepted me as part of them, again their actions touched me in a way I hadn't been touched before. I wasn't afraid of who I was around them because I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they would accept me no matter what. 

It was the weekend before I was to return to school and even with all the help and support I was still a nervous wreck. I hadn't been outside of the house in about three and a half weeks, despite the encouragement of Angela's mother. I hadn't wanted to see anyone even after my face was back to normal. 

The Saturday before what I was calling Doomsday I was in Angela's room sitting on the bed and generally zoning out when she came in with Asia in tow. I smiled as I did nearly every time she walked into the room. "Hey what are you doing up here all alone" she said sitting down in the desk chair with the baby in her lap. The chair never did seem to be facing the desk. 

I shrugged not wanting to tell her I was filled with anxiety about going back to school. Normally she would have called me on my hedging but Asia was trying her best to get away from her mother. Angela spread her legs a little and let the child sit between them before tightening them slightly and effectively trapping the little girl. 

Asia still struggled as her mother went to work combing her hair and greasing her scalp. The little girl opened her mouth and started screaming bloody murder. By now I knew it was just a ritual with her. She usually started screaming at the sight of the large toothed comb and didn't stop until her mother released her. Today my nerves were on edge and the child's screams were getting to me. I stood up planning to walk out but when I walked by the two of them the baby stopped screaming and looked at me curiously. My frustration melted away as she smiled at me and lifted her arms, I couldn't very well take her from her mothers arms while she was getting her hair combed so I knelt on the ground in front of the two of them and looked into her eyes. 

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked her. Asia cracked up like and I smiled even more broadly. Her laughter could light up a room. As suddenly as she had started the little girl stopped laughing and leaned toward me. "Mi-a" she said putting her small hand on my lips. "sing." The child was definitely a diva because she demanded a song, her tone didn't even suggest that she was asking. 

I didn't do her bidding immediately so she said it again. "Mi-a sing" She moved her hand and waited. I started to sing softly and she smiled but stayed silent listening intently. I kept right on singing until her hair was done and she didn't move one inch. Angela mouthed a silent thank you to me as she released Asia into my arms. The little girl threw herself at me and I almost tumbled back. The both of us were giggling. She demanded that I sing again and so I did. We curled up on the bed and I sang one more song. When I was done I looked down and smiled. She was sound asleep.

Angela was looking at the two of us grinning and I wondered what she was thinking, I almost always wanted to know what was on her mind. She came over to the bed and leaned over me and for a moment my heart raced , and I was sure she could hear it pounding in my chest. She didn't even touch me, instead she picked up Asia and transferred her to the crib in the adjoining bedroom. I felt like an idiot for having thought she was finally going to kiss me, at least I hadn't leaned into her or puckered my lips. 

When Angela came back she sat next to me on the bed. I looked at her and wished I knew how to make the first move. As she had promised the very first day we had spoken, she had not attacked me or anything but now I sort of wanted her too. We hadn't touched since the night I'd kissed her and I wasn't so sure she wanted me. Sometimes I caught her looking at me in a way that made me shiver for a second and other times she didn't even so much as glance my way. 

I wanted her to notice me, and so day after day for nearly two weeks I'd make sure I was up long before she was making myself up, straightening my hair and trying to look date-able. I had gone through the same ritual early this morning which is why I was completely made up at 10AM on a Saturday morning with no place to go. For the most part I figured Angela hadn't even noticed the effort I put into getting ready but she was about to prove me wrong. 

She had been staring at me for quite sometime without a word, mostly I was lost in my own thoughts but her honey colored eyes trapped me and I began to squirm. 

"What?" I asked wondering why she was staring. 

She looked me over silently and then went into the bathroom, when she emerged she had a wet wash cloth in her hand. I had no idea what she was about to do. Grabbing my hand Angela led me to the mirror over her dresser and stood behind me. "You look beautiful like this" she told me then she turned me toward her and began running the wash cloth over my face gently as if I were a child she wiped away all the makeup I had so carefully applied, before reaching around me and grabbing a bottle of lotion and poured some into her palm rubbing her hands together before she smoothed it over my skin. Turning me back to the mirror she smiled at our reflection, and her lips were near my ear when she spoke. 

"Stunning" she whispered. The word made me shiver, or maybe it was the way she said it that had me trembling like a leaf in a windstorm. Her lips moved again as I watched our reflection. "You don't have to dress up for me either Mia, I want you not the girl everyone thinks you are." Those few simple words had me crying I turned to face her and she embraced me. I cried for a long, long time and all through it she just held me rocking back and forth gently. When the tears subsided I was embarrassed for having wept on her shoulder and I tried to move back, her arms loosened but she didn't release me. I pulled my head back from her shoulder and looked into her face, her eyes looked almost gold and her lips were slightly parted as she looked back. I didn't know if it was right or not but I lowered my head and kissed her softly on the lips. I was so afraid not because all of this was new, nope my fear stemmed from the reaction she'd had the first time I kissed her. I pulled away after only a moment or two and searched her eyes for answers. She didn't speak at first but she didn't push me away either, instead she ran the fingernails of her left hand over the side of my face and watched me. I exhaled slowly trying not to shiver at her caress. "Are you sure?" that was all she said and I nodded because I was absolutely sure that I wanted her, I was also sure that I loved her but I couldn't very well just blurt that little fact out. Running her hand into my hair she leaned in and nibbled gently on my bottom lip. Her eyes were wide open and I was staring into them as her lips sent hot waves of need shooting through my body. Every nerve ending was screaming for her touch and I knew I had never wanted anyone more. Her fingertips stroked my back and shoulders as she parted my lips with her tongue, and I moaned, a for real no faking moan. That had never happened before I had always and I do mean always faked it, granted my sex life had only included Joey and a boy named Kevin who I'd once let grope me at a beach party when we'd both been drunk on cheap pink champagne. Neither one of those experiences had been that great so I had no idea kissing alone could wind me up like this. 

Angela stopped kissing me and backed toward the bed pulling me along with her. She sat down and pulled me onto her lap so that I was straddling her hips. Wasting no time she kissed me again, licking and sucking my lips before parting them with her tongue. Her hands were on my back again but this time she ran her fingers under the hem of my red tank top. Her fingers touched my bare skin and I arched toward her. Lifting the shirt she pulled her head back slightly and then yanked the garment up over my head. I lifted my arms to help her and giggled when she tossed the shirt across the room. She caught me by surprise when she pulled my nipple into her mouth and sucked gently as she flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth over the hardening flesh. I damn near screamed but she shushed me, with a reminder that the baby was asleep. I quieted down a little but not much, I couldn't help it. Her teeth ran over the edge of my nipple and she bit me softly at first but then a little harder. My breathing quickened when she bit down hard and I pressed her head closer. 

Pulling away she looked into my eyes as her fingers toyed with the button on my jeans. "You like it a little rough around the edges Mi?" She asked with a smirk I blushed and she cracked up. 

I shrugged and looked down "I don't even know I said" Answering her question.

She tipped my head up "What do you mean you don't know?" 

I blushed even more. "I've never..." "Are you a virgin?" She asked sounding amazed. 

"Not technically no I've just never enjoyed sex before."

"You've never..." Her eyes widened as she caught my meaning. 

"Oh" was all she said. 

I felt stupid, and I would have moved away if she hadn't slipped her hand into my pants and stroked me through my panties. I hadn't even realized she undone my pants. Her fingers moved lightly against my me as she pulled my nipple back between her teeth trapping and rolling and biting it. My hips rose to meet her fingers and my hands gripped her long hair pulling as each new sensation flowed through me. 

She was using her free hand to pinch and roll my other nipple and I was on the edge of losing control. Her hand moved into my panties and this time she moaned I was soaking wet dripping and hot, she stroked gently running her fingers up and down my slit and spreading my wetness all over. When she parted me with her fingertip and stroked the tip of my clit I did lose it. My muscles tensed and my back arched as my hips became fluid and loose. I pushed against her and gripped her head as I climaxed. Angela didn't let up for a moment she stroked my clit in hard fast circles with her thumb and penetrated me with her middle finger pumping in and out hard and fast. I still don't know how I managed not to scream but I rode her hand moaning and gasping as she took me over the edge again. Colors danced in front of my eyes and every muscle in my body tensed as I came all over her fingertips. So this was the big deal, now I got it. 

Kissing me on the lips she let her hand rest inside of me and smirked when she felt the tell tale tensing of the little aftershocks that rolled through me. Her finger circled languidly and I rolled my hips just a little. "Well Mi did you enjoy it?" Angela asked pulling her hand out of my pants. 

I didn't say a word, instead I pushed her shoulders hard making her fall flat onto the bedspread. I kissed her hard and heavy tasting her lips and the dark wet inside of her mouth. My hands were all over wanting to touch her every place at once. She helped me maneuver her shirt off and I took her jeans easily, they were so loose the came off with one hard tug on the bottoms. I crawled back up her body touching and savoring every inch of exposed skin. I kissed her everywhere leaving little bits of moisture on her skin from where my tongue touched her. I wanted to move slowly and with skill but I didn't have the control to hold back then and my skills were limited. 

I stopped kissing her and sat there straddling her hips and looking down at her. "You don't have to do this you know." She told me I frowned "I want to do it but I.." I couldn't form the right words so I paused. 

"You what?" she asked gently. 

"I've never done this before and I really want to do it right." I was blushing again and feeling stupid to boot. I thought she would laugh at me or push me away but I should have known better. "It's okay Mi, just follow my responses, you'll know when you do it right." I nodded that made sense. I had never even thought of using her reaction as a guide because I happened to know that horns and whistles don't necessarily mean there's a train. 

I kissed her again on the lips before trailing my lips down to her neck and nibbling softly. Nipping gently I moved on to her collarbones then ran my tongue over her upper chest. She was moaning by the time my tongue reached the swell of her breasts. Lifting up slightly we managed to get her bra off. Her nipples were deep chocolate brown against her light skin and they looked thicker and longer than my own. Bending my head I took one of them between my lips and sucked gently while pushing the hard bud with my tongue. She gasped then and moaned quietly. I sucked harder and she squirmed beneath me, moving my mouth to her other breast I repeated the action going back and forth. She was moaning non stop and arching her hips up. Sliding a hand between us I slipped my fingers into her panties. She was wet and unbelievably hot. I pushed a finger into her center and she said my name. I could hardly believe the rush I got just from hearing my name on her lips. I moved my hand in and out rapidly slipping on her silky wetness. Adding another finger I could feel her stretch and tighten around me. I was afraid of hurting her but she was begging. "Come on Mi fuck me harder." I moved faster pushing my fingers into her. Her hips nearly through me off of her and I had to scoot my body back over her legs to keep up the rhythm. Still not satisfied with the position I pulled my hand away and moved off of her. She moaned in frustration this time. I smiled and spread her legs apart, with her knees bent and her feet resting firmly against the bed. Laying between her legs on my belly I pushed my fingers back into her. 

I fucked her hard and fast just like she asked and I could feel myself getting wetter just watching my fingers disappear inside of her center. Her pussy was only inches away from my face and I could see little droplets of her wetness shimmering on the patch of short curly hair. Without thinking about it I moved my lips towards her. I slid my tongue over her cunt getting my first taste of her tangy sweetness. She locked her legs around my head trapping me as her hips moved. I licked up and down for a bit before settling in and driving my tongue hard against her clit licking in rough long strokes. Her hips were in constant motion and she was definitely moaning over and over again. I slipped my own hand between my legs and rolled my fingertips over my clit as I continued to lick and fuck her. She said my name time and time again and those words mixed with the sensation of my fingers and the feel and taste of her drove me over the edge again. When I started to climax I moaned and then I could feel her wetness thicken and increase. I pulled my hand away and plunged my tongue into her as my wet fingertips teased her clit. She came all over my lips and tongue before unlocking her thighs. I moved up her body and lay on top of her. She embraced me and said. "That was some God damn beginners luck Mi." I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling safer than I ever had before.



Angela



It was because of Angela that my predilection for mature women was formed. Perhaps it was also due in part to the significance of the date, 18th of February 1982, my eighteenth birthday. After all losing your virginity to a woman twenty three years your senior is bound to have a profound and ever lasting affect. 

I was living in a fairly remote coastal town in Western Australia at that time; a builder's labourer having just left high school with not much of an idea of what I wanted to do with the future. It was a time of no responsibilities and of not having much of a care in the world.

I was a shy boy by nature and that fact, combined with the teenage difficulty of being new to town only 18 months earlier meant that I had only had one girlfriend in that time and I was still a virgin to boot. It wasn't that I didn't want to explore the tight, lithe body of my girlfriend; I was just not pushy enough to put the proposition to her.

Angela was to initiate me into the heady world of sex in an inspiring fashion. 

I was aware of the gorgeous Angela for months before our fateful encounter. She was my friend's mother and I had entertained myself on numerous nocturnal occasions where she played the starring role in masturbatory fantasies. In fact Angela was a walking, talking, living wet dream.

I knew I wasn't alone in my worship of Angela's generous curves, pretty face and blonde hair. I had had several discussions regarding Angela's assets with friends from school and we were all of the same opinion; Pete's mum was hot stuff.

To describe Angela in detail: She was forty one years old when I reached my eighteenth birthday. Fairly tall, at least five foot ten to my six feet. Willowy limbed with well shaped, slim legs. Legs that she showed off to honey tanned perfection all the time in short skirts or tight shorts. She got away with such show off behaviour because of the high temperatures along the West Australian coastline. She had a very pretty face that was framed by ash blonde hair. Her teeth were white with the front two being slightly crooked teeth gave her a rather endearing smile and actually emphasised her prettiness rather than detract from it. She had a flat tummy and absolutely the best, most shapely tits in town (there had been a schoolboy vote on that particular subject). In fact Angela's breasts were the topic of many conversations between just about 100% of the male population of the town. It wasn't the size of her globes that prompted so much conjecture, although they were a decent sized pair, but rather their overall shape and apparent ability to defy gravity. They were full and rounded, well sized and shapely ultimately tipped by long, seemingly permanently erect nipples.

There wasn't a man, or boy, in town who wouldn't have taken the opportunity, with no second thoughts of the consequences whatsoever, to play with Angela if he was lucky enough to ever get the chance. 

Such luck is on the scale of a large lottery win. On my eighteenth birthday, my numbers all came up.

On the morning of that day I had absolutely no idea of the events that were about to unfold. If I had I would probably never have left the house! Angela in fantasy form was perfection; the reality of her was intimidating to an overwhelming degree.

I passed the day fairly normally, I went to work and moved timber around for the chippies and generally tidied up the sites that were slowly being transformed into houses for the rapidly increasing population of the town. Old George, the owner of the company that employed me stopped by to wish me a happy birthday and slipped me a $50 note on his way off the site. The day was going good.

After work I went home, showered and made my way over to Pete's house at 7:30 as we'd arranged. As it happened Pete had had to go down to Perth with his Father because of some family crisis or other. This was the defining moment in the ‘Mrs Robinson' experience that awaited me.

Angela opened the front door and the sight of her was truly amazing. She had been out in the back yard when I'd knocked and she had obviously been sunbathing because she was dressed in her bikini. Now the sight of Pete's mum in her bikini in addition to the $50 from Old George was a superb birthday treat in itself and I would have been entirely satisfied if that had been the sum total of my birthday pleasures. Things were to get so much better though.

Angela explained the details of Pete's absence whilst I stood and gawped at her splendid cleavage. Then she dropped a minor bombshell.

She invited me in for a celebratory birthday drink. Before I really knew what I was doing I'd followed Angela into the kitchen, taken a bottle of ice cold Emu and then been led out onto the patio at the back of the house. My hostess had poured herself a glass of chilled white wine and she sipped at it as she lounged back in her sun chair.

It must have been obvious to the mature woman that her semi nude form spread deliciously over the sun chair was causing me some degree of discomfort. Firstly I couldn't bring myself to look directly at her. It felt as though her breasts were like magnets drawing my eyeballs inexorably towards them like the north arrow on a compass.

I think she took some sort of perverse pleasure in my discomfort because she was in no way ignorant of the effect her body was having on me and she did absolutely nothing to lessen my embarrassment.

After some talk about Pete, my girlfriend and my plans for the future we had come to the end of our drinks. It was this moment, I can see now, that Angela made a decision and she got up and went back to the kitchen. She returned with another large glass of wine for herself and a beer for me without bothering to ask if I'd wanted another. I think that if she had asked I would have probably declined out of shyness and left, something Angela probably knew and hence that was why she didn't ask.

What happened next is like the corny plot of a porn film; she asked me to rub suntan lotion on her back. Special effects: wind up the appropriate dodgy seventies music.

To my utter disbelief Angela lay on her stomach and unclipped the bikini top she was wearing. Once again, before I truly realised what was happening I found myself rubbing slippery suntan oil into the soft, honeyed skin of this lovely creature's back. I rubbed it into her shoulders, down her back to the top of her supple buttocks.

I hesitated there. I was in uncharted waters now. Hell, I was in uncharted waters an hour ago, now I was sinking fast!

When I stopped massaging the oil into Angela's skin she shifted and raised herself up from the sun bed. She turned completely around, not caring that her tits were now wholly exposed to me. I noticed that Angela's breasts had a very few light stria lines on the sides but once again these slight, faint imperfections only enhanced her overall sex appeal.

Angela just had a sly smile on her face and asked me outright if I was uncomfortable.

I couldn't respond and She simply leaned forward, took my head between the palms of her hands and pressed her lips to mine.

It was that uncomplicated, Angela took complete control and there was no awkwardness on her part whatsoever. She had made her decision and that was it.

Angela held my face a kissed me lightly at first before probing at my lips with her tongue, forcing them apart and then fully French kissing me. The feeling of her tongue dancing with mine caused my penis to grow immediately erect. It was as stiff as iron, well I had only just turned seventeen that day, and it was the stiffest hard on I'd ever experienced.

Once Angela noticed my cock bulging painfully in my jeans she stroked it through the denim and caused it to stiffen even more, something I would have believed to be patently impossible.

She offered her tits to me and I eagerly sucked on distended nipples. Angela groaned as I suckled at her and squeezed her own firm tit flesh.first one and then the other of her 

After only a few moments of this Angela stood and pulled me by the hand into the house. It was cool inside because of the air conditioning but I didn't even notice. Angela took me into the bedroom she shared with her husband, she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down over my thighs, taking my pants with them and exposing my thick cock.

Angela let out a appreciative murmur as she saw my thick stalk for the first time and then she took it in her hand and began to slowly wank me.

The feeling was too wonderful for words. I had pulled my own cock often naturally, but this was the first time anyone else had ever touched my prick in a sexual way other than myself. After a few strokes of her cool fingers on my cock shaft Angela knelt in front of me and wrapped her lips around the purple dome of my cock end.

She sucked me slowly and gently and then licked my shaft from tip to root before taking my glans back between her lips.

I was obvious what was going to happen. The sight of Angela in her bikini had aroused me for the last hour as we sat outside. My cock had never had such tender treatment from a woman before, never mind that this was one of the most desirable women in the town. The vision of Angela's blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock, her firm, big tits jiggling coupled with the feelings her mouth and hands caused within my aching cock made the cum boil in my shaft. 

The first jet of spunk caught Angela by surprise and shot right into her mouth. She let my gushing prick slip from between her lips and was immediately hit by more thick sprays of cum on her face and in her hair. She laughed at the shock and force of my outpouring and thick gobs of spunk dripped from her chin onto the upper slopes of her breasts.

Angela stood up with my semen dripping from her face and she scooped as much as she could into her mouth using her fingers.

My cock was still rock hard and Angela told me to undress as she pulled her bikini bottoms down and stepped out of the flimsy garment.

When I was naked my lover came to me and kissed me again. I tasted my own cum on her lips and tongue and the idea of tasting it didn't bother me at all. I was too aroused by the feel of this experienced woman in my hands to care about trivialities such as that.

Now it was time for another ‘first' for me. I was now going to taste a woman's juices for the first time in my life. Just as Angela forged my liking for mature women it must have been her lessons in cunnilingus that gave me an appetite for licking a woman at that most intimate and sensitive of places.

Her murmured instructions at how hard, soft, fast or slow to probe at her body with my tongue coupled with my desire to please her meant that I was able to have this paragon of womanhood quivering and gasping in rapture on my face. The fact that I was actually able to perform such feats upon a woman such as she has given me the will and the confidence to bring many women such pleasure over the years. But those are stories for another time!

I learnt fast how to lick the hard nubbin of her clit, how to probe with my tongue and nibble her labia. I learnt to gently finger fuck her as a licked the tight rose of her arse, something that sent her into a flood of ecstatic moans and terms of filthy endearment.

Finally after what seemed an age of oral action Angela told me to fuck her. The sound of that word made my stomach flip with excitement and Angela held my cock and parted her legs so as to allow me access to her body.

I looked down at her and the image of her is imprinted on my brain. Her pretty face screwed up in sexual concentration, blonde hair awry, skin lightly oiled with her perspiration, nipples taut and finally the light blonde fuzz of her pubic bush is a memory of that moment I will keep forever.

She rubbed my cock head around her now sticky labia and over her clit before positioning me at the entrance. Finally I slipped into her, sliding balls deep into her hot liquid centre. Angela moaned as I slid inside her and I lifted myself up on my extended arms so I could see my slick penis shaft slide in and out as we fucked.

Once again Angela instructed me. Finally I was pounding at her sex as she implored me to fuck her over and over. The sound of the filthy words coming from my friend's mother as I fucked her sent me over the edge again and I poured my second load deep into my seducers clenching cunt. 

As I came so did Angela and she raked my back with her nails and kissed me with such ferocity that I was unsure if she was all right or not.

After that initial session Angela padded out to the kitchen on her bare feet and came back with some water and some more alcohol. Of course being such a youngster I was full of ardour and ready to go again in a matter of minutes. My shyness had evaporated; it was as though I had poured it out of my body as I spurted my hot seed into my lover. I began to feel Angela's skin and massage her body. Of course I paid huge amounts of attention to her perfect tits and the feel of her soft, pliable tit flesh soon had me rock hard again.

This time Angela knelt on her knees, resting on her elbows and she unashamedly offered her cunt to me in an invitation to take her from behind. I was a good student and was soon holding onto Angela's hips as I slid my big cock into her. Once again my lover was giving me filthy instructions to fuck her. 

It was fantastic to have her on the end of my cock and to be getting such an enthusiastic response to my exertions. If I could make the experienced, mature Angela come with my tongue and cock then I felt that no woman was beyond me.

I reached forward and felt the heavy weight of Angela's tits as I cupped them in my palms and squeezed them. I felt her hard, rubbery nipples with the tips of my fingers and teased them so that they became stiff and huge to my touch. Angela also showed me how to rub her clit as I fucked her, an act that managed to bring her to another loud climax.

Angela and I fucked in a variety of positions, each one a new and exciting experience to me. She was very enthusiastic and very energetic and I finally gushed my third load of spunk into her as she slid up and down my cock with her in complete control sitting astride me. I moaned and groaned, as my orgasm seemed to pull my very core out through my penis and into Angela's welcoming body.

As I lay spent Angela leant forward and her big breasts squashed into my chest. As she kissed me tenderly she kept my now wilting penis held in the liquid grip of her cunt. I felt my cum slide from her and dribble down over my balls as she held me tightly.

Finally Angela left me in her bed and went to shower. She came back into the bedroom dressed in her towelling robe and asked me if I'd like to spend the night with her.

What a birthday it had been.



Angela



It was a dumb idea. A friend told me about it and I guess I thought it might be good for a few laughs. And maybe I would meet somebody nice. It was a speed dating service that matched rich guys and hot girls. Silly, I know. Since I hadn't met anyone nice in a while I thought I would try it. I knew that I was going to meet a lot of jerks but I thought there might be a chance of meeting someone nice who could squire me around town and spoil me for a change. My last boyfriend was always broke (a starving artist type) and wound up owing me a lot of money that he still hasn't paid back.

So I called the place. It was located in midtown, not far from where I worked, so went in for an "interview." It was obvious from the stares I received as I walked through the door that I was going to have no problem. I'm 5'9', 120 pounds, with long shoulder-length brown hair. I'm in terrific shape. To put myself through law school I was a personal trainer, which allowed me to meet a lot of interesting people, some of whom became friends and one my lover. But I was now 29 and alone in the city and lonely, which most people couldn't understand. So I thought I would try something a little different. Boy, was I naïve!

The event was held in a very swank hotel downtown. The women were very beautiful, but some of them seemed desperate. They wanted to meet a man who would spoil them. A lot of the men were my height or shorter, which was a big turn-off. Wearing the highest heels in my closet was probably a mistake. And I had spent most of the day at the beauty salon, so I was feeling a little out of it. I wanted to go home the minute I got there, but I knew that I needed to just do this thing, just go through the motions and then I could say that I gave it a try at least. And I was wearing a very expensive cocktail dress. I couldn't let it go to waste. I guess I was still optimistic enough to think that I might meet someone nice, but as the evening wore on it was obvious that this wasn't the case. Even the nice ones were pretty lame, even the good-looking ones. They liked to talk about themselves and rarely asked me any questions other that the obvious ones. They seemed put off when I told them that I was a lawyer.

As I went around the room, I noticed this beautiful woman staring at me. She had big brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. I stared back and she turned away. Later in the evening we sat at adjoining tables and watched as she put this really obnoxious guy in his place. I laughed and smiled at her, she smiled back. I wanted to introduce myself, but then we had to switch tables and I lost track of her. At the end of the night I was exhausted. My purse was full of business cards that I was going to put in my recycling bin in my apartment. The service handling the event thanked me and asked me to fill out a questionnaire, but I was too exhausted to fill it out and left. And that's how I met her. She was already outside trying to hail a cab. I looked over at her and smiled and she smiled back. She stepped back and turned away from the street and approached me. She was tall, maybe an inch taller than me, with long black hair and a gorgeous tan. Her heels were even higher than mine and she was wearing a raincoat over her little black dress, which was smart, since it was a little chilly out. I was freezing. She offered me her hand. "Angela," she said.

"Alex."

She smiled. "I wanted to meet you in there, but you disappeared on me."

"I know."

"Did you fill out that silly questionnaire?"

"No, did you?"

"Nope, what's the point?"

"A bunch of jerks."

"I know."

We stood in front of the hotel for a moment looking at each other and then I turned away. I think I was blushing. "It's still early," she said. "Want to get a drink?"

"Sure."

"I know a good place, it's only a few blocks. Do you mind walking?"

"In these heels?

She laughed. "Tell me about it."

We took a short cab ride across town to a bar near her apartment, which was only a few blocks away from mine. Inside, we took a booth in a corner and ordered drinks. Angela got up to use the bathroom and on her way back a couple of guys at the bar stopped her. She talked with them for only a few seconds and then returned to our table. 

"What did they want?" I asked.

"To buy us drinks, I said no thanks."

"They seemed really persistent. They're staring at us right now."

"They won't bother us again. I told them that we were on a date."

I blushed. "You did?"

"No." 

She looked over at the bar. One of the guys waved.

"What did you say?"

"That we were lovers."

"Angela!"

She smiled mischievously.

"I'm kidding."

I blushed again and she tapped me on the knee. "Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

I took another sip from my drink and looked over at the guys. "They're nicer than the guys at the hotel," I said.

"I guess."

"Did you get any phone numbers."

"A handful. I tried to let them down easy. And you?"

"A bunch. I was too nice."

"Nothing wrong with being nice. Are you going to call any of them?"

"I doubt it."

"I already threw mine away."

"So how old are you anyway, twenty-seven?

"Twenty-nine."

"I'm thirty."

We got another drink and Angela let me vent about my relationships. She was a good listener. "So I guess the night was a waste of time?" She asked. 

"Well, it wasn't a total waste. I met you."

She smiled. "And I met you."

She squeezed my arm. It felt like there was a weird energy between us, as if we'd been friends for years. I liked her. We clicked glasses and told each other about ourselves. She worked in a gallery nearby, having come to the city a couple of years ago hoping to make it as an actress. She said that she'd heard about the speed dating thing from an actress friend, but couldn't believe that her friend thought that it might be something she would enjoy. I told her about myself. She couldn't believe that someone as nice as me could be a lawyer and I assured her that I was a lot tougher than I looked. We ordered another round of drinks and talked some more. I felt so comfortable around her and was sorry when it came time for us to go. I walked her back to her building, she claimed that she had an early appointment, which was fine, since I had promised myself that I would get up early to go to the gym. We exchanged numbers and hugged goodbye. She kissed me on the cheek, which I didn't expect. She sensed my surprise and stepped back. "Alex," she said. "I have a confession to make.

"What's that.?"

"I didn't go to that speed dating thing to meet guys."

"Oh." My heart was pounding as I looked at her. She seemed nervous as well. I smiled and she took my hand. 

"I went to meet women. I'm a lesbian."

I blushed and gripped her hand. "I see."

"In a roundabout way, of course. I thought I might meet someone. I just wanted to be totally honest with you."

I swallowed hard and stared at her. Her beautiful brown eyes got bigger. 

"I'm glad."

"Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"I don't know." 

We stood there for a moment longer and for a second I thought we might kiss, but then she let go of my hand. "I'm sorry," she said. "Am I out of line?"

"No." 

She took my hand again and pulled me toward her. She looked around to see if anyone was on the street watching us and then kissed me full on the lips. I kissed her back and then she opened her mouth wide and our tongues met for just a moment. Then she stepped back and smiled. I was dizzy. Her voice got softer, more affectionate. 

"Was that okay."

I gripped her hand. "Yes."

She let go and turned to her door. "Call me," she said.

"I will."

"You'd better."

The door closed behind her and as she walked through the lobby she turned back and waved. I waved back and then leaned on the doorway and took a deep breath.

Later, in bed, I marveled at the confidence of this girl. My feelings scared me. I felt drawn to her in a way that I've never experienced with anyone, male of female, especially female. I did want to see her again, but I was nervous. Was I a lesbian too? Her kiss felt wonderful. The thought of us in bed together made me so hot and my pussy so wet that I was able to give myself an orgasm just my rubbing my clit for a only a few seconds. 

The following week was a blur. We spoke on the phone a few times and tried to make a date but we were both so busy. Then on a chance encounter, I ran into her outside my gym. She was walking with a stunning blonde woman who I recognized from a soap opera. They'd been to a gallery opening nearby. Angela introduced us and we shook hands. She smiled and then looked over at Angela and they seemed to have a moment. Then she left, leaving Angela and I alone on the street. It felt awkward, but then Angela gave me a hug and I was under her spell once again. She looked so hot, wearing a short brown skirt and matching thigh-high stockings, with a white sweater and brown leather jacket. 

"Do you want to go get a drink or something?" I asked.

Angela looked at her watch. "Sure," she said.

Inside the bar, a much less fancy place, we were able to sit in the back without anyone bothering us. I was still a little blown away by her friend.

"How do you know her?" I asked.

"An old friend," she said. "We took classes together back when I thought I was going to be an actress."

"Oh."

"It's over now," she said. "But we're still friends."

"So you were in a relationship?"

"A couple of years. It's a secret though, so shhh." She put her finger on my lips. I laughed. 

"I'm a little freaked out," I said.

"About what."

"She's so gorgeous."

"So are you."

I blushed and took her hand. "Thanks."

"It's been a while, almost a year. So don't think that you're the rebound girl."

"I didn't know that we were even going to have a relationship."

"Do you want one?"

"Yes."

"You haven't been with a woman before."

"No."

"That make me nervous."

"I know."

She looked over at the empty bar and waited until the bartender turned away from us and kissed me.

"I couldn't wait to do that again."

"When are we going to see each other?"

"Saturday night?"

"I don't know if I can wait that long."

"I have a couple of hours. Is your apartment close?"

"Right around the block."

We kissed again. "Let's go."

"Sure."

We slowly walked out of the bar and on to the street. I was so nervous that I could barely get the key in the main door of my building. Once inside, we kicked off our shoes, held hands and I proceeded to give her a grand tour of my one bedroom/small living room/tiny kitchen apartment. She complimented me on my decoration of the place. Then I poured us some white wine and we sat on the couch and talked. I guess my nervousness began to show when I began to talk endlessly about work. She took my hand and locked her fingers with mine. "Feels nice," I said.

"Yes."

"I haven't done this before."

"What?"

"You know."

"I know."

She leaned in and kissed me.

"We'll go slow."

"Okay."

She put her hands through my hair and then drew me closer. We kissed again and then she opened her mouth wide and glided her tongue across my teeth. I met her tongue with mine and fell back on the couch. 

"Still nervous?" She asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"We don't have to do everything. There's no rush. I turned off my phone."

"I thought you had to get back to the gallery?"

"Don't worry about the gallery."

She unbuttoned my blouse and then pulled it off. I pulled off her sweater and we embraced. She pinched my rock hard nipples and then kissed and sucked them through the material of my bra. I moaned. "They're beautiful," she said.

I unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor. Angela did the same. Then she unzipped my skirt and pulled it off.

"Wouldn't want to rip this nice business skirt," She said.

"No."

She stood up and I unbuttoned her skirt and she kicked it off. We were both in our stockings now, which felt exciting. She pulled me up and we began making out again, only this time it was more passionate.. She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me closer, our tongues deep inside each other's mouths. Angela lifted one leg and put it around me as I held her up. "You have such a beautiful body," she whispered, squeezing me.

"So do you," I said.

"I can't wait to kiss every inch of you."

I kissed and licked her neck and she put her hands in my hair and pulled me up to meet her mouth. We fell on the couch again and I moved on top of her. Her skin was so soft and felt so good rubbing against mine. I felt so strong with her, like I could carry her into my bedroom and throw her down and ravish her. Our breasts pressed together and the feeling was so incredible. She moved her head down and began to suck on my breasts, tonguing and nibbling on my nipples and then taking them into her mouth putting her hand between my legs. I thought I was going to cum right then. I was close. I moaned.

"You like?" She whispered.

"Yes, yes."

"Let's go to the bedroom."

I got off the couch and pulled her up and marveled at how light and flexible she was. She seemed built for sex and whatever reservations I'd had about being with a woman had disappeared. I wanted her so badly now. I led her into the bedroom and we fell on the bed. She put her hand down my pantyhose and pulled them off and then took my foot and held it up, kissing it and then sucking my toes. "I have a thing for feet," she said. "Do you mind."

"No," I said. "but I want to kiss you."

She smiled and let go of my foot. Then she sat on the side of the bed and rolled down her stockings and threw them on the floor. I grabbed for her and she got on top of me grinding her pussy into mine, pinning my arms down with her hands lowering herself so her lips met mine. We kissed again and again, then she let go of my hands and we rolled around the bed, exploring and caressing each other becoming even more passionate as we kissed and licked every part of each other's bodies. I was insatiable. I felt so close to cumming just from touching her. She got on top of me once more and glided her tongue down my chest and stomach, finally kissing my pussy, which was so wet and hot and ready for her. "Can I lick your pussy," she whispered.

"Please," I whispered back.

She smiled and gently kissed it again. I bucked and moaned under her. She spread my legs wide and kissed and licked it, flattening her tongue and licking and kissing and nibbling on my clit. I couldn't stand it. My legs shook and I wrapped my legs around her. She put one and then two fingers inside me, fucking me with them as I got closer and closer as she licked and sucked as I bucked and twisted. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I whispered. She continued to lick and as I came, an orgasm so intense, I thought I was going to pass out. I could the tears begin to flow. Angela came into my arms and kissed me and we held each other. "How are you doing, babe?" she said. I could barely speak. I just wanted to kiss her and look into her big brown eyes. 

"Amazing," I said.

We kissed some more and then drifted off into sleep, waking up a few hours later even more around than before. I was still in a daze. I had never imagined that something like this could take place. We began having sex again, laying side by side, kissing and sucking and fingering each other's pussies until we came. It seemed so natural now. We slept again and then finally I went down on her, doing everything she'd done to me and even more, fucking her pussy with my tongue and licking and kissing and nibbling on her clit and watching as she came, her eyes rolling back as she bucked under me, cradling my head with her hands as I made this beautiful woman cum with my mouth. We were lovers.



Angela and Dave's Barbecue



Angela and Dave bought a small house in suburbia. The home was on a cul-de-sac at the end of a long, heavily treed street. After several years living in a small two bedroom flat, it was great to have some space to sprawl around in, especially the back yard, which was both private and large. Dave splurged on a huge barbecue, vowing to invite the neighbors over as soon as the warmer weather hit. Angela and Dave were swingers and secretly made adult amateur movies, but no one in the new neighborhood knew this. They were always looking to recruit new stars. 

After a couple of months in the new place, they invited some of the neighbors over for a barbecue and drinks. Next door was Jon Parker and his daughter Marcy. Marcy lived in the basement and owned her own beauty salon. She had long straight dark hair and very small breast. She was a tiny woman by all measurements. Dave loved meeting her in the driveway from time to time, just so he could admire her hard nipples pressing through her top. 

Carmel and Trina from down the street came over too. They lived together, but neither Angela nor Dave could be certain if they were bi or gay. Two doors down were Frank and his wife Jasmine. They came over and brought some homemade wine.

The evening was a hit. Everyone was having a good time. The only one's not drinking were Dave and Marcy. It was a natural mix of people, no one left early and after dark, the small party moved indoors.

Dave had his camera out shooting scenes of his new neighbors toasting to their new home and to everyone's surprise, Angela pulled up her top in front of everyone. 

"Come on Marcy let's see yours now," Dave asked.

"Yeah, show me those hot little titties," Trina shouted. Trina was a strong butch type, while Carmel was softer, more feminine.

The mood quickly became naughty. Even Frank and Jasmine, probably the more conservative couple there clapped their approval at the jeers for Marcy to flash. But Marcy didn't she was too shy. So Trina turned and looked at Carmel, then as if giving an order, she said, "Show em your tits honey." Carmel stood up and danced around the room a little, while Dave jumped up and started taping the action. Carmel was a plain looking woman, but she did have a great looking chest. As she slowly pulled her top up everyone was treated to the very full silky cups of the lower half of her bra. Then she pulled her top up completely and the sight of her tit filled bra drew oohhs and aahhs from everyone. Trina then stood beside her and pulled one of Carmel's tits out of the bra and licked the nipple.

"Oh my God," said Jasmine, as she turned and looked at her husband Frank's blushing face.

"Very cool," exclaimed Dave zooming in on the action.

Then Trina pulled out Carmel's other tit and sucked on that nipple. By now both tits were held between the lowered bra and Carmel's bunched up top. She jiggled them while Trina pulled and pinched the ever-swelling nipples. Everyone cheered but Marcy. Marcy just sat on the floor by the coffee table blushing.

"Come on honey," Trina gestured for Marcy to stand up, but Marcy wouldn't. Suddenly, the fearless and experienced Angela jumped up and pulled her top off completely. She jiggled her tits right in front of Trina and Carmel and both women laughed as they grabbed at her swinging jugs. Angela got her nipples sucked and pinched, soon they too were poking straight out; shining wet with saliva.

"Come on Jaz," Angela called to Jasmine, "let's see your titties. Jasmine blushed and laughed, looking over at Frank as if seeking his approval. The homemade wine had delivered just the right level of relaxation. Everyone was surprised and shocked to see Frank clapping and nodding his approval for Jasmine to flash the group. Jasmine did a great job of it too. She tried to out do Carmel and Trina by pulling her top completely off and squeezing her own pert tits. She kept at it as the cheering reached a higher level. Soon Jasmine was really squeezing and rubbing her tits and pulling very hard on her nipples. Her face was getting very red and Frank sat there clapping but clearly surprised at his wife's brazen behavior. Dave continued with the camera, repeating over and over how cool it was. 

Soon everyone was after Marcy to get up and show her tits. Marcy blushed and continued to just sit by the table. 

Finally she shouted out, "How about the guys?" 

"What about the guys?" Trina barked back. "I don't give a shit about them, I want you, you little bitch. Show me your tits now or I'll tickle you till you pee."

The comment drew a round of giggles and cheers again from everyone else. Dave unabashedly obliged the challenge. He tossed the camera to Angela and pulled down his pants. He slowly teased awhile with just the bulge of his crotch hanging over his opened pants and zipper, then he pulled out his cock and gave it a few strokes for all to see. Frank covered his eyes and laughed aloud. Dave was getting hard in front of his guests and he stopped just over Marcy so she could get a good look at his cock from below. She glanced up but then looked away. Dave danced back over to his chair and pulled his pants back on while everyone cheered and laughed. Then Marcy started to get up and walk to the door.

"Well thank you for the party Dave and Angela, I have to be going soon; work in the morning you know," Marcy said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Trina said as she moved quickly for Marcy's arm. "Come back here my little vixen," she said. This caused an even loader round of cheers and laughter from the group. With or without her top, Marcy's nipples were sticking so hard into the fabric of her shirt, it looked painful. Trina pulled Marcy back in to center of the room and in one fluid movement pulled up hard on Marcy's T-shirt. Again the cheering erupted. Carmel and Trina each grabbed a nipple.

"Oh my God," said Carmel, "just look at these nipples.

Marcy wasn't impressed; she pulled her arm away from Trina and tried to pull her top back down. Trina grabbed at her again and in the struggle caught the back of Marcy's hand on her mouth. 

"Oh you little bitch," Trina said.

"Leave me alone, Marcy cried and she tried twisting away as if to leave. Marcy looked pissed off. There were some oohhs and aahhs again, but no cheering or laughing. The situation seemed more aggressive now, and even Dave and Angela looked a little surprised as Trina suddenly lifted Marcy up and tossed her on the floor with a thud.

"I told you I was going to tickle you till you pissed, didn't I little bitch?" She taunted, as she feel over Marcy running her fingers over the young woman's ribs. As if rehearsed, Carmel fell onto Marcy too grabbing at her legs. Marcy began squealing as Trina tickled her. The small group once again relieved it was all in fun began laughing and cheering Trina on. 

"I'll need help," Trina ordered, laughing as the girl beneath her squirmed wildly.

The group instinctively came to the call. No one realized how desperate Marcy was to escape. The tickling made it impossible for anyone to know whether she was laughing or crying. Frank volunteered to hold her arms up above her head, while Dave's muscles made quick work helping Carmel hold her legs. Jasmine knelt beside Marcy helping Trina pull the T-shirt up and over Marcy's head. Angela came to Carmel's aid in pulling Marcy's shorts down, exposing a pair of light blue panties.

Trina was in charge. She ordered the girl's legs spread, so Dave and Carmel complied, and Angela removed the shorts from around Marcy's left foot. Marcy's body was bouncing off the rug as Trina and Jasmine applied their hands all over the girl's ribcage and armpits. She screamed loudly and her muscles writhed and convulsed with the torment of the jabs and teasingly light strokes. To stop Marcy from screaming, Angela had produced some duck tape and placed it over Marcy's mouth. Trina's threat to tickle her until she peed was soon realized. Marcy's blue panties suddenly darkened with pee, some of it running out between the elastic bands and the hollows between her inner thighs.

"Holy shit," Dave cried out, "She's pissing on the rug." With that Jasmine stopped her tickling, but Trina continued. Frank was not his usual conservative looking self, his gaze told of his arousal and he held Marcy's arms all the tighter as she screamed through her gag and began crying. Carmel and Dave held her legs fast. Dave looked up to see Angela with the camera and as their eyes met, they shrugged their shoulders as if to say, let's see where this goes.

Trina stood up removing her shorts and white vintage panties. Her pussy was shaved bare and this only added to the heightened state of arousal felt by all. She pulled off her top and unhooked her bra, then tossed the works aside. 

"Hold her still, I'm going to make the little bitch cum now," she said and sat on Marcy's tummy facing her legs. "First of all let's get these wet panties off her."

Angela put the camera down and left the room, returning quickly with not only scissors but a shaving kit. While she was away, Trina had already begun to massage Marcy's legs and tummy with her expert hands. Marcy was begging through the gag to be let up, but no one seemed to want to do that. Instead each person held her even tighter and watched Trina work on the young woman's body. 

Angela and Trina had cut the panties off Marcy revealing a nicely trimmed pussy and large clitoral hood. Jasmine was asked to relieve Carmel by holding Marcy's leg. During the hand off Marcy kicked it free and hit Carmel square in the breast. 

"Oh, you little bitch," Carmel said as she aimed right for the rather large clit and flicked it hard with the back of her middle finger. This caused Marcy to flinch and her back rose off the carpet in reaction to the stinging sensation.  

Angela was back at the camera, while Trina and Carmel shaved every hair off Marcy's little cunt. 

"Look at this clit," Trina said, as she pulled back on the fleshy hood. Marcy's clit was shiny and pink, the exact size of a pencil eraser. 

"Okay everyone, let's make this bitch cum," Carmel said. Marcy was clearly refusing to go along with the game. She bucked and twisted; her screams came from behind the tape as "uuuaaaa" and "mmmeeeaaa." Then Trina worked on the flesh of her vulva, squeezing it in her strong fingers and pressing hard into the soft opening of Marcy's vagina. Marcy was sweating and twisting, trying hard to break free. Her face was red and tears streamed out the corners of her squinted shut-eyes.

"Meeeaaaa, uuummmmaaa," she yelled through her gag.

The group fell silent, watching and anticipating what might happen next. Trina continued to work the flesh between Marcy's legs, while Carmel moved up and started pulling hard on Marcy's long nipples.

From where Dave was holding Marcy's leg he could only see her fleshy cunt open and close with each pull and tug of Trina's strong hands. He could see the whitish lubricant start to flow from Marcy's vagina, deceiving the young woman's struggle not to be aroused. He could feel his cock get harder in his pants and he could fell the pre-cum wet his underwear.

Frank too experienced an unusual arousal at the spectacle before him. His cock stood up straight in his boxer shorts. This didn't go unnoticed by Jasmine; she was helping it grow by rubbing the head through the fabric of his pants. 

"Feels good, doesn't it bitch," Trina said, as she teased the flesh all around Marcy's clit without touching it once.

The scene elevated another level as Carmel started licking Trina's pussy lips from behind. Carmel's face was just over Marcy's and she could feel the young woman's breathing getting heavier and heavier; her nose contracting and flaring with each gasp. Marcy's moaning suddenly grew deeper and louder as Trina's mouth closed over Marcy's large clit. 

Marcy's body started to flex and writhe, this time more violently than ever before. It was clear she was trying with all her remaining strength to break free. She seemed to fear cumming, or wanted so hard to avoid the embarrassment of cumming in front of these people. She bucked hard, her pink, swollen clit coming away from Trina's mouth several times. Trina began having her own trials. Carmel's tongue had Trina near the point of cumming too and her juices had leaked onto Marcy's neck.

Jasmine rubbed Frank's cock head without even looking at him now. She was so engrossed in what was happening, that she continued stroking him through his pants until he let out a groan and filled them with cum. Only then did Jasmine look at her husband with surprise, then at his shorts turning wet. Flinching from the ejaculation, he nearly let go of Marcy's twisting arms as the orgasm over took his muscle control.

Trina was moaning and sucking on Marcy's clit with the soul intent of making the woman cum, no matter how hard she resisted. Marcy fought hard against the growing tension in her pelvis. She screamed through her gag and just as the gag failed and fell clear of one cheek, her mouth opened without a sound. Her eyes opened just slightly and her body stiffened like a board. It was upon her; that point where orgasm can't be stopped; that point of absolute surrender. 

Trina continued sucking the large clit into her mouth, while her own clit was being flicked rapidly by Carmel's expert tongue. 

"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmm," Trina came while still administering suction to Marcy's clit. The vibration finished Marcy's last thread of resistance.

The room was electrified as Marcy's body completely betrayed her ever effort not to cum. Her mouth opened wide, but not a sound came forth. Then suddenly, she came hard for everyone to see and hear.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh, oooohhhhh, aaahhhh" she moaned loudly as her stomach muscles tightened up and her sweat covered thighs trembled as her body flexed hard with the orgasm. 

Dave watched her vulva clench hard, closing off her hole and squeezing out her cum, which ran down her ass onto the rug below. He nearly came watching this happen. It was the most intense vision of orgasm he had ever seen. With Trina's head still down no one could see the bliss in her face, but shudders in her flesh suggested that she was only finishing her own orgasm.

Jasmine's mouth hung open as she held her own breasts, secretly wishing it had been her cumming like that.

Carmel gently stroked Marcy's sweaty forehead, brushing back her hair and soothing her as she started to weep.

Angela had her hand through the leg hole of her shorts, and was working her clit as the cumming of the two women subsided.

Frank felt his cum soaked cock twitch again in his shorts and wished he could fuck someone.

A few minutes later Dave pleaded with Angela for her permission to let him fuck Marcy. To everyone's surprise Marcy stayed and went along with Dave's request. She no longer fought and no one had to hold her down. Dave fucked her hard while the others had their own fun. Marcy went wild thrusting her pussy at Dave's every poke.

Angela found herself watching Dave pound Marcy's small cunt, while Trina and Carmel worked her clit over until she too released the tension of the event.

Frank and Jasmine went home. Jasmine was a wild woman and Frank got a fantastic riding from her cumming twice more that night.

Now when a barbecue is arranged, Marcy never misses a beat, she's been to everyone since. 



Angela & Mindy



Mindy Cooper was a very happy camper.

In the waning days of her junior year in high school, the pretty little eighteen year old had ended up in bed with her own mother. It had been an intense and incredible experience for them both and so they had naturally been hoping to start doing it just as often as humanly possible. That nice little fantasy died a quick death when they realized how little time they had to spend together without her father underfoot, not to mention how much time Mindy would have to spend cramming for her final exams.

It had been torture for the two women to have to settle for just an occasional kiss and grope when nobody was looking when what they really wanted to do was spend whole days and nights in bed bringing each other to heights of ecstacy neither had ever imagined possible, but they soldiered through and persevered. 

School was out for the summer now though and that meant that Mindy and her mother would be able to fool around all day! Or at least from when her father left to go to work until he came home late in the afternoon. Still, that was a solid eight or nine hours a day, five days a week that they would be able to spend together doing whatever they liked without anybody knowing anything about it. 

It would just be downright greedy to ask for more and, considering some of the more strenuous things she had planned for the older woman, one or both of them would probably end up being hospitalized for exhaustion if they had any more time to devote to each other.

Mindy went to bed very early the night before that first day she was going to get to spend alone with her mother, expecting the next day to be very long but exquisitely pleasurable. She had been a little concerned that the anticipation that had been steadily building up inside her over the last few days might keep her from getting a good night's sleep, but she slept soundly and deeply with a sweet little smile on her face as she dreamed of making love to her own mother.



Mindy had carefully set her alarm and woke up before dawn the next morning so that she wouldn't lose a single precious second of her time with Mom. Having been able to watch it for almost her entire life, the teenager was very familiar with her parent's morning routine and she timed it precisely so that she would be ready to jump into the other woman's arms just as soon as her father walked out the door.

That morning she perfectly carried out the schedule she had so painstakingly devised and almost skipped with playful glee as she hurried into the kitchen. Experience told her that this was when her father should be leaving for the factory he worked at and she wanted the chance to say goodbye to him and maybe give him a quick hug or a little kiss on the cheek before she spent most of the day having sex with his wife.

She skidded to a stop however when she entered the kitchen and found her mother there all alone, standing at the stove and cooking what looked like some kind of soup. Even worse, she found a scowl on the other woman's face that looked equal parts frustrated and annoyed.

Mindy was very worried indeed now. Where was her father and why on earth was her mother looking so upset? 

"Mom?" Mindy was unable to hide the nervous quavering in her voice.

The older woman glanced at her, then heaved a long-suffering sigh and returned her attention to the stove. With a sad shake of her head, she informed her little girl in a soft, defeated voice, "Your father isn't going to work today, honey."

Mindy gave her a surprised and confused look. How could he not be going to work? This was the day the two women had been looking forward to for a couple of months now so he absolutely had to go to work today.

"It looks like he's caught that bug that's going around," her mother explained quietly. "He's already called in sick today."

The teenager just stared as she tried to understand what her mother was telling her.

Dad wasn't going to work today . . . He was going to be staying home . . . He would be there all day . . . He would be underfoot and in the way all day . . . She and her Mom weren't going to be able to get naked and sweaty . . .

Mindy groaned and said a few choice words under her breath, but obviously loud enough for her mother to hear. "Mindy! You know I don't want you using that sort of language! And you certainly may not call your father such names." 

The older woman sighed and looked her daughter in the eye. "Look, I'm just as upset about this as you are, but it's not like he's messing up our plans on purpose." A rueful smile touched her lips then as she reflected on what they two women had hoped to spend the day doing. Had her husband known that his wife and daughter were plotting to launch themselves into a frenzy of lesbian lovemaking the moment he was out the door, he most certainly would have gone out of his way to try to stop them from violating the incest taboo. "It's not like he asked to get sick."

"No, but guys are such wimps," Mindy complained in a harsh voice, unmoved by her mother's defense of her father. "He's probably got a little case of the sniffles, right? And yet he'll be in there moaning and complaining like he's got a severe case of pneumonia! One little cough and he thinks he's at death's door!"

"Mindy . . ."

The girl turned away quickly, hugging herself. She suspected that she was overreacting just a little and blowing this situation all out of proportion, but wasn't that the prerogative of a teenager? They had spent so long denying themselves, fighting with all their will power to keep from saying or doing anything that might reveal their secret new relationship, looking forward to the day when they would finally be able to let loose, only to have her father unknowingly flush all those plans right down the toilet.

One part of Mindy kept trying to tell her that this just meant that it would be one or two more days of waiting, that they would end up in bed and making all of their dreams and fantasies come true soon enough. Unfortunately though, the rest of her kept pointing out what a torture all that waiting had been and that if she didn't find her way into her mother's arms very soon she would surely suffer a catastrophic meltdown.

The two women were distracted from their drama by the sound of a ringing bell coming from the master bedroom.

Turning a startled and disbelieving look on her mother, Mindy demanded, "You let him have the bell?!"

The other woman just shrugged helplessly. "He asked for it, honey. He said he needed some way to get my attention if he needed something and I was somewhere else in the house. I just couldn't come up with a good reason not to let him have it."

Mindy groaned and turned away again even as her mother hurried off to see what her husband wanted. 

That little bell had made it's first appearance back when Mindy herself was just a little girl and had come down with a case of the chicken pox. Her mother had spent most of the time she was sick hovering over her in any case, but she had also given her a little silver bell and told her to ring it if she needed something on those occasions when her mother wasn't with her. Mindy couldn't remember having ever actually used the bell, but it had become traditional for ir to appear by her bedside whenever she got sick.

As a reminder of how much her mother loved and cared for her, how hard she was working to make her feel better, it had always been sort of comforting for her to be able to see that bell sitting there when she was sick and feeling miserable. She had never before heard of either of her parents using it when they got sick and so she had come to accept it as something that was unique to her. 

Mindy was feeling a little disillusioned by the thought that just anybody could have her bell.

She stopped then as something new occurred to her.

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After rushing out of the kitchen, hurrying across the house, and taking the stairs two at a time, Angela Cooper burst breathlessly into the master bedroom. 

Sitting up in the bed against a mound of pillows with the sheets pulled up close around him, the wastebasket she had positioned nearby earlier already overflowing with used Kleenex, David Cooper was the very picture of misery. He had been just about to ring the bell again when his wife arrived and so it was only now that he set it back down.

"Angela? Is that you?" 

He spoke in what sounded to his wife like a pathetic, needy whine that she knew was going to get irritating very quickly. Men could be such babies when they got sick and, considering how she had been expecting to spend this day, she really didn't think she'd be able to summon up much patience for it this time.

"Of course, it is, dear. What do you need?"

"I thought you were going to make me some chicken soup," he wheezed hopelessly. "You didn't forget, did you?"

"I just left to make it a couple of minutes ago, dear," she reminded him. "I can't just wave a magic wand and make it appear out of thin air. It'll be done soon and I'll bring it right up to you."

"All right, honey," he nodded with a pathetic little cough, appeased. "It's just that I'm feeling really sick this morning . . ."

"I know, dear."

". . . but I'm sure some of your famous homemade chicken soup will make me feel much better."

"Actually it's going to be condensed soup out of a can."

He just stared at her for a long moment, uncertain if he had heard her right, not even noticing that his nose was running. "You're not making me some of your famous homemade chicken soup?"

"Not unless you want to wait all day for this soup while I defrost some chicken and run to the store for half of the ingredients."

He sagged back disappointedly into the pile of pillows, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his pajama top.

"Condensed soup will be fine, dear," she reassured him.

"Homemade would be better," he countered, coughing again as he sulked.

"Yes, dear," answered his long suffering wife. "I'll bring it right up just as soon as it's ready."

"Okay." He no longer seemed especially eager to get this meal, but at least he remembered his manners. "Thank you, honey."

"You're welcome."

His nose was running again and he caught the way his wife cringed when he raised his arm to wipe his nose on his sleeve again. "What?"

'Kleenex!" she pointed towards the freshly opened box that sat on the bed right next to him.

He looked dumbly at the box and then at his sleeve and then smiled sheepishly as understanding finally set in. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."

She groaned and turned to leave, knowing she had to get back to the kitchen to tend to the soup she was preparing.

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Mindy was just standing at the stove and innocently stirring the soup when her mother returned, but the older woman was worried nonetheless when she saw the proverbial 'cat who ate the canary' sort of smile on her face.

Crossing her arms, Angela considered her suspiciously. "All right," she said at length. "What's going through that head of yours?"

Mindy didn't look up from the soup she was tending to. "Well, something just occurred too me . . ."

"Yes?" her mother prompted.

". . . that if Dad not only has the bell, but is even using it . . ."

"Yes?"

". . . then he must be feeling so bad that he's not planning on getting out of bed or moving around the house."

Angela nodded. She had gotten that impression herself. "So?"

Mindy turned her head at last to look at her mother then and the look in her eyes was enough to leave the woman breathless. "So," she told her in a throaty purr that never failed to go straight to the older woman's twat and set it to churning, "that means we can still have that day of fun we had planned."

"Mindy . . ."

The teenager completely ignored the note of warning in the other woman's voice. "Oh, we'll have to scale back a few of the activities I had in mind for us, we'll have to keep the noise level down so that he doesn't hear us, and we'll have to keep a sharp lookout in case he does decide to get up for some reason," she conceded, "but I don't see any reason why we should have to completely cancel our plans."

It was a risky, if not foolhardy plan and the girl knew it, but Mindy would be damned if she was going to let anyone in the world steal away at the last minute something that she had been waiting so very long for.

Angela was very conscious of how spectacularly bad this situation could get in very short order if her husband ever found out that she was having sex with their only child and an immediate divorce was probably the very least that she could expect. It would just be foolish to risk everything by playing with her young lover while her husband was in bed just upstairs, but she was just as desperate for some lesbian loving as Mindy was and so there was really one answer she could possibly give her.

"Okay, then," she said, stepping forward to kiss the girl's lips lightly, one hand coming to rest on the girl's tight little butt, "that's what we'll do. Just let me take him up a bowl of soup first though. I think it should be just about done now and having a bowl of chicken soup to eat will help keep in that bed."

"Great!" Mindy gave her a longer, firmer kiss then, though her mother prudently pulled back quickly so that there wouldn't be any evidence of her adultery when she took her husband his soup. 

Mindy wanted so much more and pouted adorably at the retreat.

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Angela was halfway up the stairs, precariously balancing a piping hot bowl of soup and something to drink on a bed tray and trying very hard not to spill either, when that little bell started ringing again.

She just groaned in exasperation and continued on her way, not trying to speed up her pace at all no matter how impatient David might be as she knew her risk of spilling would dramatically increase if she tried to rush. She honestly did love this man - no matter what the fact that she was cheating on him might suggest - but she also knew from long experience that he could be a difficult and exhausting patient.

David was reaching for the bell again when she finally walked into the bedroom, shooting him a scowl.

"There you are! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me again."

Angela's scowl deepened. "I told you before, David. I did not forget about you."

Her husband had not noticed the expression on her face or was just plain ignoring it. Likewise, he didn't seem to catch the warning edge that was now making an appearance in her voice. "It sure feels like you did," he groused, coughing some more. "You've been gone forever!"

"I've been gone for five or six minutes at the very most." Keeping a tight rein on her annoyance, Angela just kept reminding herself that she had a luscious teen beauty waiting for her downstairs and refused to be baited. Walking over to the bed, she carefully set the tray down across his lap. "Now you eat every drop of this soup. There's more on the stove if you want some more. I'll be back up in just a little while."

Taking up his spoon, David scooped up a little of the soup and gave it a precautionary sniff before sampling it. He put on a sour expression at the taste but did not look up at her as he commented, "It's not as good as homemade would have been."

"It's perfectly fine, dear. I'll be back in a few minutes."

The only answer she got was a disgruntled snort, but he did start digging into his soup and so she turned and walked back out of the bedroom. She had walked back down the hall and was halfway down the stairs when she heard the bell ringing again. Groaning, she turned on her heel and marched straight back up the stairs and returned to the bedroom.

He was wiping his nose on his sleeve again when she arrived.

"Yes, dear?"

"Have you seen the remote control for the TV?" he asked, motioning across the room towards where the little television sat atop a chest of drawers.

"It's where it always is, David," she told him as she walked over to his side of the bed and picked up the remote from the little table there. Pushing it into his hand, she turned and marched straight back out of the room.

Her husband barely noticed as he switched the set on and tuned into one of the morning news shows. "Thank you, honey."

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After turning down the fire under the soup so that it wouldn't burn or boil away, Mindy retired to the living room to wait for her mother to come back downstairs.

The teenager paused for a long moment, trying to decide where she wanted to be and exactly how she wanted to be posed when the older woman returned. Hearing her mother's footsteps as she came down the stairs, the girl realized that she was taking much too long with this and simply settled herself at one end of the couch, arraying herself and the short skirt she wore so that she could show off her long legs without revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties.

She had barely finished getting herself arranged just so before her mother appeared, pausing at the bottom of the stairs for a long moment to take a few deep breaths and calm down. Mindy could hear her mother muttering to herself under her breath and, even though she couldn't quite make out what was being said, she could easily guess the content.

While he might be the sweetest and kindest man she had ever met under normal circumstances, it was no secret that David Cooper did not handle illness very well and tended to morph into the world's most difficult patient. 

Men could be such babies sometimes.

Soon enough Angela felt like she could face her daughter without taking out any of her frustration and annoyance on her and so she turned and started to go into the kitchen, only to stop in mid-step. Certain that she was being watched, she turned slowly and found herself looking into the living room where her daughter was waiting for her.

Mindy was more than a little pleased to see how the other woman reacted to the sight of her relaxing on the couch like that. She watched with a pleased smile as her mother's eyes were drawn down to her long, smooth legs, drifting endlessly up and down their full length from bare foot to the very slightly hiked hem of her oh, so short skirt. The moment grew longer and longer as her mother was seemingly frozen to the spot and unable to do anything more than stare, so the teenager eventually decided it was up to her to get things moving again.

"I guess you like what you see," she giggled, delighting in her own mother's very obvious desire for her. "Why don't you come over here now so that we can get started?"

It took Angela a while to even realize that the girl had spoken to her, then even longer to shake off her stupor and comprehend exactly what had been said, and finally even longer yet to find her own voice and offer some sort of response. 

"Oh, God, yes," she breathed hoarsely, her eyes still on those legs. "Do I ever like what I see." 

Angela was really beginning to wish that she could get the little surprise that she had acquired for this special day with her daughter, but it was hidden away in her closet in the master bedroom and she would not be able to get it without him seeing. Besides, it might not be a very good idea to use it with her husband lurking in the house.

When Angela afterwards was finally able to drag her eyes up to find her daughter's, she seemed to finally be able to regain some of her composure and so she cleared her throat so that she would be able to speak a little more normally. "You do realize that I'm going to have to go back up there in just a few minutes to get his bowl and see if he wants any more of that soup, don't you?"

Mindy just nodded and smiled, raising one hand to beckon the older woman closer. 

Angela responded to the summons without any conscious thought, slowly entering the living room and drifting closer and closer to where the teenager was waiting for her. As soon as she had strayed to within arms reach, Mindy caught her by the hand and gently pulled her down onto the couch beside her.




Angela & Mindy



Their morning of forbidden fun was evidently going to start with a little exploratory fondling and caressing. 

Raising her hands, Mindy started by stroking and running her fingers through her mother's hair, then by ever so lightly caressing her face and outlining her lovely features. Angela let her eyes flutter closed and a deep, throaty moan issued from her lips as she leaned forward for one of those long and passionate kisses that had haunted her dreams and fantasies for so very long now. Mindy too leaned in close - ready, willing, and very eager to receive that kiss.

Just half a second before their lips would have met in a hungry and soul-searing kiss, the moment was spoiled by the sound of a bell ringing upstairs.

Mindy was of the opinion that they should just ignore the bell even if only for as long as it took them to share and savor that kiss, but her mother insisted on going up there immediately to see what he wanted.

"We want to keep him in bed, remember. We don't want him up and wandering around where he might catch us together. To keep him bedridden, we'll have to respond when he rings that bell so that he doesn't get it into his head to get up and do things for himself."

"Just one kiss . . ."

"You'll get it just as soon as I get back. If he's just finished eating already and wants me to take away the empty bowl, I suspect you'll soon be getting all the kisses you can handle and then some. We probably shouldn't share one before I go up there though - I suspect it would look sort of odd if he saw me wearing your lipstick."

The bell rang again, louder and more vigorously.

"I'd better go."

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Angela still had a smile on her face when she walked into the master bedroom, her thoughts still with a certain sexy young woman who was waiting so impatiently for her downstairs.

He gave her a cross look from his sick bed, coughing. "What took you so long?"

"I had to take care of something," she answered with a dismissive shrug, hoping he would not pursue the subject. "What did you need?"

He frowned at her curiously, his head cocked to one side. "What happened to your hair?"

Angela blinked in surprise. "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?"

"It's all tousled and mussed up. It was all neat and tidy before."

She should have known that her hair would be left in disarray after her Mindy spent all that time playing with it. If she didn't even have enough sense to fix her hair after playing with the girl, she had to wonder just how long it would be before she overlooked something more important and he realized that she was cheating on him with their only child. She would have to be a lot more careful in the future or there was going to be all kinds of trouble.

Taking a deep breath, she told her husband, "It's kind of hard to keep from getting a little messed up when you're doing the housework, dear. Now, what did you want?"

He accepted the lie without a second thought fortunately, distracted as he was by his own needs. "Could you bring me up some salt?"

She gaped at him. "Salt?" He had pried her out of the arms of that sweet and sexy little minx downstairs and made her come all the way from one end of this house to the other just because he wanted to sprinkle a little salt into his soup?! "Salt?"

"Yeah," he nodded, motioning vaguely at the bowl of soup in front of him as his nose started running again. "This needs a little salt."

She just stood there for a long moment and scowled at him, then turned and stomped out of the room when he started to raise his arm towards his nose yet again. When she stomped back in just a minute or two later, she had the salt shaker from the kitchen table and she set it down on his bed tray a little more forcefully than was absolutely necessary. 

"Thanks!" David didn't seem to notice the bad mood his wife was radiating. He sprinkled a little salt into his soup and then had a small taste. "Oh, yes. Much better!"

"I'm glad you're happy," Angela nodded, turning away. It was high time that she got back to Mindy and picked up where they had left off.

"Oh, before you leave, honey," her husband spoke up hastily, "could you get the remote for me? I dropped it on the floor."

She stopped in the bedroom's open doorway. The man couldn't even reach off the side of the bed and pick the TV remote control from the carpet?! 

Biting her bottom lip to keep from saying something she would regret later, she strode back into the bedroom, snatched up the remote from where it lay on the ground, and set it down next to him on the bed rather firmly. Still not trusting herself to say even one single word, she turned once again and this time actually made it out of the bedroom.

From behind her, she heard him call, "Thanks again, honey!"

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Mindy watched as her mother arrived at the bottom of the stairs and once more had to stop and calm herself, though this time it took twice as long as to do so as it had previously. Seeing what a trial the male of the species could be made her happier than ever that she was a lesbian and wouldn't have to deal with them herself.

Angela finally turned and gave her little girl a smile. "Now then, where were we?" Mindy answered by smiling back and patting the couch cushion beside her. Her mother came over without a moment's hesitation and sat down close beside her young lover. 

Rather than just trying to pick up where they left off, to try to pretend that they had not just endured an utterly mood-killing interruption, Mindy once again put her gently caressing hands back to work. This time though, her mother let her hands wander as well and all of those groping hands soon found their way down to two pairs of firm, full breasts.

Staring deep into each other's eyes the whole time and nowhere else, the two women skillfully manipulated each other's mammaries in ways that experience had taught them would dramatically increase each other's arousal. Even though they were both still wearing all of their clothes, the effect was still immediate and very noticeable. 

Irresistibly drawn together, mother and daughter at last shared a kiss.

It was exactly the sort of kiss they had both been dreaming of for the last few months. The kind of kiss that poets wax lyrical over and romance novel authors rant and rave about. A kiss that made it feel as if their very souls were touching. A long, wet, deep kiss that left the couple breathless and sent what felt like a powerful electrical charge straight through them both from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes.

In the aftermath of such a kiss as this, there was only one thing Mindy could possibly say. "Wow."

"Yeah." Angela could not help but agree. "Wow."

With all the exuberance and enthusiasm that only a teenager could muster, Mindy grabbed hold of the front of her mother's blouse and started unfastening the buttons. The older woman grinned with pleasure at her impatience to see her without her clothes and didn't waste any time in pulling off her top just as soon as enough buttons were undone to allow her to do so easily.

The blouse went flying and Mindy next attacked her mother's bra. The piece of underwear yielded easily to the girl's nimble fingers and was quickly pitched aside too. This left the older woman topless, her firm breasts heaving and bouncing gently because she was breathing so hard thanks to the excitement of this long awaited moment.

Now that she would finally be able to get her hands on the older woman's bare flesh once more, Mindy reached out eagerly to take one of her mother's full breasts in each hand. She was just lowering her head to take one of the hard nipples into her mouth when the unthinkable happened. Again.

That damn bell started ringing upstairs.

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Angela and Mindy had both been well aware that today's quality time would be interrupted periodically by the ailing man upstairs, but he seemed to be disturbing them every few minutes or so and this was not sitting well with either of them.

"What do you want?" Angela snarled as she stormed into the bedroom and sent a harsh glare towards her husband.

Perhaps it was simply because the look he was getting was so terribly cold or because of the intense fury evident in her voice, but David actually managed to notice his wife's emotional state this time. "Honey? Is everything all right?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

He shrugged uncertainly. "You just seem a trifle bit . . . upset."

Angela struggled to rein in her temper, knowing that she was going to ruin everything if she didn't calm down fast. She was beginning to wonder if trying to fool around with her daughter right under her husband's nose like this was really such a great idea. Most probably it was not, but remembering the kinds of enticements the girl had to offer made her absolutely unwilling to try to stop under any circumstances.

"It's just that I'm finding it a little hard to finish any of my chores when I have to come running up here every other minute."

David tried to make snort derisively at that, but his stuffed up head made it a pretty comical effort. "If you really were coming up here every other minute, I wouldn't be having to ring that bell so often," he pointed out.

Angela felt her irritation with this man start to rise again and clamped down on it with every last bit of her will power.

"Besides," he added, "it really so terrible to have to pay a little extra attention to your husband when he's so very sick? You know I'd do the same for you if it was you who were ill."

Angela showed him how a derisive snort should be done. Her husband had run off and left her to fend for herself during far too many illnesses to buy that.

Remembering that all of this nonsense was just serving to keep her away from her precious young lover, she decided not to argue with him and just cut to the chase. Once again, though this time in a somewhat milder tone, she asked, "What did you want?"

"Hmm?" He seemed to have forgotten that it was he who originally called her up here. "Oh, yes! I just wanted to tell you that I was done with the soup." Sensing that his wife's emotions were still running a little high and wondering if it was already her time of the month again, he decided that he needed to say something to appease her. "Thanks, it was delicious!"

"Uh, huh." 

Striding across the room, she bent forward and scooped up the bed tray. David might have been sick, but he was still a heterosexual male and so he naturally took advantage of this opportunity to check out his beautiful wife's breasts, only to notice from the way they moved inside her top that she wasn't wearing a bra anymore. This discovery led him to take a closer look at her and notice that her blouse was now wrinkled and that she had missed a couple of buttons when she did it up.

She couldn't help but notice his scrutiny. "What?"

"Where did your bra go? And what happened to your blouse?"

Angela looked down for a moment and took in the state of her clothes, her mind racing for a plausible answer. 

"I spilled some cleaning chemicals on the blouse I was wearing before and it not only stained the blouse, it went straight through and messed up my bra!" She couldn't help but wince, thinking how terrible this story sounded and how nobody could possibly be stupid enough to believe it. "I had to take them off and get them into the washer quick or that stain would ruin them. I noticed that I had some things in the dryer still and so I decided to just put this on rather than come up here and disturb you when your feeling so bad. That's why it's so wrinkled - I didn't exactly have a chance to iron it."

"Really?" he gave her a quizzical look as he studied her blouse. "You know, I'd be prepared to swear that this is the same blouse you were wearing earlier . . ."

"I liked this one so much that I got another one that was just like it," she inserted quickly.

"Oh. Okay." To her amazement, he seemed to swallow the entire story without a second thought!

Angela decided to get out of there before her luck changed and so she beat a hasty retreat with the bed tray, thanking God for gullible husbands.

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The bed tray with it's empty soup bowl and drinking glass ended up being unceremoniously deposited on the carpet just to one side of the foot of the stairs. 

Knowing that her husband was bound to bother them again at any moment, Angela didn't want to waste even one moment of what time they did have. Returning to the couch quickly, she fell into her baby girl's arms and kissed her lips firmly.

Rather than risk any more difficult conversations with David over her appearance, Angela decided that it was Mindy who needed to be getting undressed. Without shifting from their embrace any more that she absolutely had to, she hastily stripped off the younger woman's top and skirt only to find that she wasn't wearing anything under them.

Her eyes wide as she enjoyed the view, Angela asked, "No underwear at all, Mindy?!"

"Considering all the things we were planning to do today, Mom," the girl answered with a grin, "it seemed to me that lingerie would just be in the way."

"Good thinking."

Firmly pressing the girl back against the arm of the couch, Angela slowly worked her way down that slender young body with kisses and gentle bites until she arrived at Mindy's pert bosom. She kissed her way slowly down the teenager's cleavage, alternating between the breasts and sneaking in a little nip at the tender flesh here and there.

Mindy moaned and arched her back under this delicious assault, cradling her mother's head in both of her hands and arching her back. When the older woman popped one of the large, dark, and very erect nipples into her mouth for a taste, Mindy threw her head back, closed her eyes, and cried out just a little too loudly.

"Hush now, baby. Remember, we have to be very quiet today. You're father has the TV going upstairs of course, but there's no sense taking any chances."

"I'll try, but you do that very well . . ." Mindy sounded a little hoarse and out of breath, but she was also chuckling. Raising her head again, she beamed happily at the wonderful woman she had locked so tightly in her embrace.

Her mother eagerly went back to work on those firm and tasty titties, but did not linger there for too much longer. Raising her eyes so that she could hold her little girl's gaze the whole time, she kissed and licked her way farther and farther down her body, pausing very briefly at the navel of course, and ended up perfectly positioned between her legs.

Just the sight of her mother down there again for the first time in far too long was ecstasy for the younger woman. Mindy spread her legs good and wide to make sure she had more than ample room down there to do anything she wanted to do. Smiling appreciatively, Angela lowered her head towards the girl's crotch and took a deep breath, inhaling that heady and unmistakable aroma.

Angela grinned then and cocked her head towards the stairs, cupping a hand at her ear and waiting just an instant for the inevitable sound of a ringing bell. Mindy giggled girlishly and waited too, but to their great relief they heard nothing from upstairs.

It was not merely out of playfulness that Angela had done this, however. Seeing the fine dining spread out in front of her, she had grave doubts about whether or not she would be able to stop eating once she got started. If her husband was going to call for her, it would be so much better for all concerned if he did it now and did not wait until she had her face buried between their daughter's legs. She found the continuing silence reassuring.

Perhaps her husband was finally going to get some rest and let her finish up that housework she had claimed to be doing.

Her head dipped down again and Mindy could feel her hot breath blowing across her most intimate of places. "Oh, God, Mom! Oh, yes!" The girl's babbling, almost nonsensical whimpers were born of the deepest desire and the most exquisite pleasure and so they were music to Angela's ears. 

Angela's head went lower still and her tongue emerged, stretching out to find her lover's swampy twat. When it did, two things happened simultaneously.

First, a profound shudder coursed through the entire length of her daughter and the very nearly overcome Mindy made the most incredibly erotic little mewing noise that Angela had ever heard. It had to be the sexiest little sound Angela had ever heard.

Second, that damn bell started ringing again.

Mindy was in such a state that she very probably hadn't heard it, but her mother's head snapped up and turned to regard the stairs with a look of suspicion and fury. Oh, she had better not have just heard what she thought she had just heard. Somebody was going to have to die if she had just heard what she thought she had just heard. 

The teenager was starting to come off her high as nothing else seemed to be happening between her legs and she gave her mother a curious frown, was about to ask her why she had stopped when the bell rang again.

"I am going to kill that man!" Springing up from where she and the girl had been lying in a lewd pile on the couch, Angela practically flew up the stairs.

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David was reclining on the bed, looking lonely and miserable as he channel surfed on the televison. The speed and forcefulness of his wife's arrival startled him. 

"What is it?!"

For the life of him, he couldn't imagine why she would sound and look so very angry and so he figured that he must have been right earlier in guessing that it was her time of the month. Under the circumstances, he decided that he had better tread very lightly and not make any comments about her further deteriorating appearance.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, honey," he told her carefully, "I mean, I know how busy you are with the housework and everything, but I'm starting to feel really bad again. Is it time for another dose of medicine?" As if to prove this point, he did some more coughing.

The unexpected apology went a long way towards defusing Angela's anger, but it could not entirely dispel it. All she could think about was how she had only managed to get the tiniest taste of her beloved Mindy before she was so cruelly ripped away from her yet again and this made it impossible to simply forgive him.

She pointed at the digital alarm clock on the little end table next to him. "It's only been a couple of hours since you took those pills this morning," she reminded him curtly. "Your not supposed to take another dose of medicine for another four hours."

"But, honey," he begged in a needy, pathetic whine that grated on her nerves and threatened to bring her anger back up to full strength, "I feel really, really bad."

"I'm sorry," she told him, though in all honesty it didn't sound like she was very sorry that he was suffering. "You're just going to have to wait. Maybe you should try to get some sleep."

He looked so very disappointed that it would have been heartbreaking for her if she could have thought about anything but what she was missing out on downstairs. His nose was running again and he started to raise his arm to wipe it on his sleeve again only to stop when he caught the glare his wife was sending his way. With a sheepish grin, he grabbed for the Kleenex instead.

Angela groaned and turned towards the door, but was stopped by her husband's voice. 

"Say, is Mindy up yet?"

Angela didn't turn around so that he wouldn't see the expression on her face. "She certainly is."

"Oh." He seemed to ponder on this for a little while. Something was apparently weighing on his mind and she would just have to wait until he decided to spit it out. "Well, when is she going to come up here and see me? Doesn't she know that her dear old Dad is sick? Surely she can take a few minutes out of her day to offer her ailing father a little sympathy."




Angela & Mindy



"She's not coming up here, dear." Angela used her firm, 'brook no arguments' voice here and her husband noticed.

"Oh, I see." He sounded a little disappointed by this and went very silent for a while - except for a handful of coughs, of course - as he carefully mulled over what his wife had just said and trying to make some sense of it. Without any luck, apparently. "How come?"

She finally turned back to face him at last, being quite careful that her expression didn't get all sappy or dreamy over the teenager. "It's bad enough that I've got you stuck in bed sick. I'm not going to have her come up here and catch some germs and get sick too. Just consider yourself under quarantine."

"Oh." He still sounded disappointed. "It's just that I was thinking that a visit from my baby girl would be just the thing to get me feeling better."

She shook her head. "No, dear. I just don't feel up to playing nursemaid to the both of you." Also, of course, she didn't want Mindy feeling sick when she could be feeling up her loving mother, but naturally Angela did not mention this.

He persisted. "Just a quick, 'stick her head around the door' sort of visit . . ."

"David." That voice was back. The one that didn't like arguments. "It isn't going to happen."

"Oh, all right," he grumbled, sulking childishly because he wasn't going to get his way. He sagged back into the pillows he had stacked up against the headboard to use as a backrest, only to start wiggling and shifting his shoulders about in an unsatisfied way. 

"Say, honey," he ventured, "as long as you're here, could you fluff up these pillows a little for me?" Assuming that she would agree, he raised up off the pillows to let her get at them.

She stared at him for what seemed an eternity before deciding that it would be better to go ahead and do it now. That way she could get back downstairs to Mindy more quickly and her husband would have one less excuse to call her back up here later. Muttering under her breath some things it was probably for the best he couldn't make them out, she went over to the bed and started fluffing.

Unbidden, the idea of cramming one of the pillows over his face, smothering him, and putting him out of her misery popped into her head, but she quashed the idea vigorously and reminded herself yet again that he wasn't like this very often. She was just glad that his nose was all stuffed up right now or he would surely smell the stink of arousal, sweat, and sex that was already clinging to her.

Once this final task was done and the pillows had been fluffed to within an inch of their life, she turned her back on him very pointedly and marched back out the door.

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Mindy was still naked and sitting on the living room couch right where her mother had left her, but Angela was very alarmed to see an upset look on her angelic face.

"Is something wrong, baby?"

The frustration the teenager was feeling was very evident in her voice as she looked up at her with a plaintive expression. "This just isn't working, is it, Mom? I mean, I know this was all my idea, but it's just not working out like I was hoping it would. You're spending twice as much time up there looking after Dad than you are with me."

Angela was very relieved to realize that her daughter wasn't feeling hurt or that she was being somehow slighted by her because she kept having to leave her and go upstairs. The girl understood that her mother had to go up there and why. The problem was simply that Mindy was frustrated and annoyed because the older woman kept being taken away from her whenever things started to warm up between them.

Angela was having problems with that, too, of course, but what could they do about it? Going over to the couch, she sat down close enough beside her to insure that things were able to get nice and cozy, one arm going around her snugly in a sympathetic sort of way. 

"This isn't the way I was hoping this day would go either, sweetheart, but what else can we do?" She gave the teenaged and very naked girl a wolfish leer as she added, "Even if we tried to postpone any further fun and games until after your father is feeling better and back at work, I can't believe I'd be able to keep my hands to myself for very long. You're just too damn hot! An hour after I put you back into your clothes I'd probably be pestering you to take them off again."

Mindy cupped one of the older woman's full breasts in her hand and caressed it through the blouse. "A whole hour? Who are you kidding? It would be ten minutes at the absolute most!"

"Yeah, you're probably right," Angela chuckled. This little girl had cast some kind of magical spell over her and she knew that she really wouldn't be able to resist her enticements for too long at all.

Mother lowered her head to kiss daughter's inviting, pouting lips but the curse struck again as that bell started ringing again from upstairs. 

Angela didn't care though and this time she very deliberately finished what she had started, sharing a long, deep kiss with her young lover. She took her time and did a very thorough job of it and didn't give a damn that it sounded like her husband was going to give himself carpal tunnel syndrome from ringing that bell so often and so hard.

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Angela appeared in the open doorway to the master bedroom with an odd look on her face that David couldn't quite decipher.

"What is it now, dear?" she inquired.

He decided not to mention how long it had taken her to respond to his ringing bell this time, remembering how cranky she had seemed before. He also chose to keep his resolution not to mention the gradual but marked deterioration of her appearance, though he had to wonder just how vigorously she must be doing the housework. 

Instead, he gave her a pitiful, hangdog sort of look. "I'm feeling just awful, honey," he moaned miserably. "I can't stand it anymore. I need some more medicine."

Angela sighed heavily. She might have known it would be this again. All of the drugs this family owned were in a medicine cabinet in the bathroom attached to this very bedroom, so he could have gotten the pills and used them without ever bothering her, but he was apparently determined to have her wait on him hand and foot.

"I just got finished telling you that you can't take any more medicine for a couple of hours yet," she pointed out, crossing her arms. "Are you really going to drag me up here every five minutes to tell you the same thing over and over again?"

"Please, Angela!" he wailed, going so far as to throw a tragic arm across his forehead. "If I don't get something soon, I swear I'm going to make a widow out of you!"

She snorted at this, his behavior today making her wonder if that would really be such a bad thing. "Don't be silly, dear. You're not going to die from a simple cold."

"My will and the life insurance policy are down at the bank in the safe deposit box, and . . ."

"David!"

Angela was about to give her ailing husband a lecture about the dangers to not just his health but to his very life in taking too much of any medicine, when something suddenly occurred to her that made her freeze. The more she thought about it, the better an idea it seemed and she could have kicked herself for not having thought of it earlier.

She had another odd look on her face and David was beginning to worry about his inability to read these expressions. "What is it, honey?"

A broad smile that he found just a little unsettling somehow now put in an appearance on her face. 

"Actually, dear, maybe there is something I can give you after all!" 

Angela dashed into the bathroom to find the medicine cabinet. She returned just a few moments later with a pair of pills in one hand and a paper cup of water in the other. "Here you go, dear," she said, pressing the pills into his hand and holding out the cup to him. "This should be just what you need."

He didn't take the cup, considering the pills thoughtfully. "These aren't the same kind of pills I took this morning," he said, pushing them around his palm with his index finger.

"No, they aren't," she agreed. "I told you before that it won't be safe to take any more of that for a few hours."

"Of course," he answered with a slow nod, continuing to stare at the pills. "These are some awful big pills . . ."

"I don't believe this. Are you serious?"

He looked up at her blankly. "What?"

"You beg and badger me for some more medicine until I finally, reluctantly give in, and now you're going to argue with me over what kind of medicine I give you?!"

"It's just that I don't know if I can swallow such big pills . . ."

"Take the damn medicine, David!"

The volume and sheer ferocity of that command caused him to jump in alarm and had him snatching the cup of water from her and gulping down those pills just as fast as he possibly could. 

Angela frowned, eyeing him carefully until she was absolutely certain that he had swallowed them both. Seeing that they were gone and knowing what was going to happen next, she then put on a serene little smile. "Very good, dear," she said, chuckling a little under her breath, "that should take care of everything."

"I hope so."

It was just a matter of time now. The pills Angela had just given her husband were actually some sleeping pills. They would not do anything to help cure his cold of course, but they would let him get some rest and stop him from any further interfering with his wife and daughter's activities downstairs. The two women of the family could enjoy themselves in perfect safety as well since previous experience with these sleeping pills had taught her that they will put their victim into a deep sleep from which almost nothing can wake you up from.

She could probably fuck Mindy on one side of the bed while her husband slept on the other and David would never be disturbed.

Watching her husband start to yawn and sag back into the pillows sleepily, Angela was thinking that it might be fun to give that a try.

She might even be able to use that special surprise she had stashed away in her closet . . .

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It was just a few minutes later that the still very naked teenager found herself draped over the edge of the big bed and, not coincidentally, across her utterly unconscious father's legs. She was not just lying still though - instead she was squirming and writhing and undulating wildly while making enough noise to have woken up anyone who hadn't just been given some sleeping pills.

The reason for this spirited and athletic behavior was standing just behind her. 

Now wearing nothing but the huge strap on dildo she had fished from it's hiding place in the deepest and darkest recesses of her closet, Angela was pumping the sex toy in and out of the teenager's tight wet cunt with savage, even brutal force.

Angela had been quite pleased to discover that the girl still had her cherry and so was at least technically still a virgin as she had enjoyed a number of wonderful fantasies about deflowering her. She had been very careful about how she had taken her daughter's cherry with her oversized dildo and, though it had certainly hurt the teenager some, it was very obvious that it had started feeling a lot better very quickly.

Clawing desperately at anything within reach for something, anything to hang on to as she took the wildest ride of her young life, Mindy didn't realize where her hand had ended up until after she had come with a thundering series of overwhelming if not incapacitating orgasms. As she lay there and fought to catch her breath, thoroughly enjoying the burning soreness of her well used twat, she glanced over at started in surprise at where her hand had ended up.

Angela was surprised, too. It's not everyday that you see your teenaged daughter firmly holding onto her own father's obviously rock hard manhood through his pajama bottoms and the bed sheets. All of the sounds and smells of the sex act, the feeling of the nubile girl's body pressing and rubbing against his own, and the fumbling and inadvertent fondling of his cock had conspired to give him an erection even though he was unconscious.

It was accidental of course and she just couldn't be bothered to get too bent out of shape about it considering her own relationship with the girl. Besides, it wasn't as if David would ever know it had happened.

Even though she had been left in a state of shock after her very first full-scale fucking, Mindy was able to find enough presence of mind to be suitably impressed with both her father's size and girth and she did not let it go.

It was certainly not something she would have guessed in a million years.

Amazingly, all of the stimulation somehow managed to break through all of the drugs David had taken. Though still in a stupor, he opened his eyes a little and regarded the impossible scene before him with a blank expression. "Angela? What's going on?"

It was clear to his wife that he wasn't really there and that he would in all probability later interpret all of this as some kind of weird dream, so Angela didn't bother to try to invent a plausible sounding lie for all of this. "I'm fucking our daughter's brains out, dear. You don't mind, do you?"

Both of the women were a little surprised by the response this statement elicited.

The cock in the teenager's hand gave a profound twitch and the man muttered, "No way. That is so hot! I wish I could do that . . ."

And then he was sound asleep again.

Neither Mindy nor Angela could guess whether that statement had been born of delirium or if they had somehow tapped into some unconscious desire that David was harboring, but they didn't really care to give it too much thought right now.

The sleeping pills would wear off in eight or nine hours, so they only had that long to fuck each other to absolute exhaustion and then clean up all the evidence so that nobody would ever know that it had happened.

First things came first, after all.

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Angela and Ryan Make a New Friend



Author's Note: Once again thanks for the votes and ratings on my other stories. I asked my wife what topic she wanted me to write about and she said I should have someone tied up. I couldn't decide if the husband or wife should be tied up, so I wrote two stories. The other one is getting finished up while I hope you enjoy this one.



The tropical sun felt wonderful on Angela's bare breasts. She had her eyes closed and the lounge chair at the perfect angle to get the morning sun to warm her luscious, round oil slicked mounds and hopefully darken her usual tan line. Her blond hair was slicked back so her face would get equal sun in all areas, and her small-but not tiny-bikini bottom was rolled down so much that if she hadn't gotten her "vacation haircut" you'd be able to see a hint of her pubic hair sticking out. She was in heaven.

Although no longer in her twenties, or even her thirties, Angela was a beautiful woman. She didn't have a skinny model's body, and of course there were things she'd like to kick Father-Time's ass for, like the tiny bit of loose skin near her armpits, or the disappearing dimples in her cheeks. But she was still hard not to notice. Her stomach, even after a couple kids, was still flat-ish (and her pussy was still snug, according to her husband). Her 38D breasts looked great in sweaters, tank tops, evening gowns, bikinis or all by themselves with nothing between them and the sun. Although just over 5 feet tall, her shapely legs seemed to almost be 5 feet tall just by themselves. Her round ass completed the package. Ryan, her husband, loved to knead and pat that ass whether they were naked in bed having sex, or if she was doing the dishes with sweats on. It was an ass that he worshiped, and one most men would if they had the chance. All together, Angela was sexy. Every part of her looked like it was "built for speed", as Ryan described her after a few drinks. 

She liked that he found her attractive after being married for so long and having a couple kids nearly raised together. She tolerated the attention she got from other men and was expertly adept at deflecting unwanted advances from his coworkers and fathers of their kids friends. 

But when she heard a soft, but masculine voice ask "Is this one open?" and she opened her eyes and held her hand up to shield them from the sun, she was taken by surprise to see the stunning, tall and fit young black man who owned it looking at her (and making sure to look at her FACE). 

"Oh sure. Nobody's using it. I mean someone was using it, but they left. I mean I think they left. I'm pretty sure they left...Yeah, it's open." What the hell was that, she thought. This guy was stunning. Not like a pro athlete or a guy who was obsessed with working out, but just gorgeous with muscular arms, sinewy thighs, a very flat, modestly rippled stomach and blue eyes. She figured it was the eyes that were throwing her for a loop.

"Thank you. Do you mind if I use it?" He hadn't stopped looking at her face and was being extremely polite. She did a gut check in an instant to see if there was a creep factor with him, as she was often used to the being approached by creepy guys, especially with her bare tits hanging out. But in that instant, she assessed the situation: this was one of the few unoccupied lounge chairs by the pool; there was at least one empty lounge next to another topless girl; he held sunscreen, a towel and a very thick book in his hand. He looked like he wanted alone time as much as anything, so her final judgment was that he was definitely not a creep.

"Oh sure. Go ahead, please." She decided that she needed to calm down. He laid his stuff on the lounge and then grabbed the foot end to move it so it would face the optimal direction for the sun. He was looking up at the sun while he did it and accidentally hit the table Angela had her tropical drink on and it fell on the deck spilling entirely. She jumped to try to catch it, but missed and only managed to catch a bunch of the drink though her fingers, which she could feel getting sticky already.

"Oh jeez. Damnit. I'm really sorry about that. I swear, I'll get you another. Here wipe your hands," he handed her his towel.

"Oh don't worry about it. My husband is coming back with another one for me already. It's no big deal. But are you always this clumsy?" She teased him, and it flustered him a little. This was a nice sincere man, she thought to herself.

Just then Ryan did return with two drinks with little umbrellas in them. Seeing Angela in the tiniest bit of distress and noticing both the spilled drink and the studley black man close to her, he asked "everything OK here?" as he walked up.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine. This guy just thought I was tired of my drink and dumped it out for me. Don't get too close, he might knock you in the pool by accident or something. Maybe we can find him a tippy cup to use from now on." Angela had a great sense of humor and unleashed on anyone, especially when she was nervous. "This is my husband, Ryan. He probably won't try to kick your ass for spilling my $2.00 drink."

Ryan set the drinks down next to her and stuck out his hand. He was also used to the attention his wife got from men. He tolerated it knowing that she could handle most anyone of them, but could tell that this guy wasn't creeping or bugging her, so his handshake was sincere. "Hi. Nice to meet you. You owe me two bucks."

"My name's Jesse. I'll definitely get the next round." They shook hands. Ryan noticed, because it would be impossible not to notice, that Jesse had large strong hands. He was glad this was a nice guy because he could probably be pretty intimidating if he wasn't.

Ryan sat on his lounge, and Angela settled back in to her sun worshipping pose. Jesse arranged his stuff and sat down on the other side of her. "I'm really sorry about the drink. That was silly. I'm normally not clumsy at all. I did pull a muscle at breakfast knocking over the buffet, but that probably doesn't have anything to do with it." Angela laughed and turned to look at him. She liked him right away. She looked over at Ryan who seemed at ease already too.

They started a conversation easily, talking without looking at each other. Keeping their faces towards the sun. Jesse was 38 and had been divorced since he was 26. He was supposed to come on this vacation with another woman, but she was delayed and wouldn't arrive for two days. They were just barely serious enough to go on vacation together, but that was it. Jesse made a show of looking around the pool at the women lounging around and said, "Maybe I'll just call her and tell her not to come. Sort of like sand to the beach, right?" Ryan and Angela looked at him and didn't say anything. "Yeah, that sounded funnier in my head. What's in these drinks, and how do we get more." 

Soon there was a stack of plastic cups near each of their lounges. The conversation was easy and, at times intimate, as vacation conversations sometimes are. But Jesse was a polite and well behaved, in fact Angela was being a little bawdy and flirtatious towards him, teasing him about how he better get as much sun as he can before his lady friend arrived because she would want to keep him in the room all the time for herself. It was fairly innocent and Ryan had seen her flirt with some of their good friends the same way. On one of Jesse's trips to the bar, Ryan caught Angela watching him walk away, her stare lingering a little longer than normal. He leaned over and touched her leg again and said "Hey, keep it in your pants until we get back to the room, huh?" He was joking and didn't feel threatened at all.

As the drinks kept coming and the sun baked the alcohol into their brains, the three got more open and uninhibited. Ryan caught her staring at Jesse's groin when he came out of the pool and his bathing suit was still clinging to the outline of a very large penis. She turned her head towards Ryan to force herself not to stare and caught Ryan catching her. He smiled and patted her on the thigh. His warm hand sending a tingle through her skin. Angela was making double entendres, causing Ryan and Jesse to laugh more loudly than they would have without the booze. More than once Angela tapped the well of him spilling her drink to tease him good naturedly. It usually meant she wanted another one, which either Ryan or Jesse would go get.

One time, late in the afternoon, she made another comment about how a guy so fit and obviously athletic could still manage to knock over a tiny drink with a huge lounge chair. Jesse, obviously trying to maintain in spite of being very drunk said, "Yeah the reason I was so clumsy at first was because I was trying as hard as possible not to look at your breasts." It was quiet for a heart beat. Then Angela laughed heartily and Ryan almost started crying, he was laughing so hard. Angela covered her boobs with one hand, barely, and covered her pubic area with the other, a look of shock on her face. Jesse let out a sigh of relief. He really should stop drinking, he thought. Before Angela stopped covering her boobs, she looked down at them as if looking for something she felt on them, and then cupped each one with a hand and palmed them absent-mindedly squeezing them a couple times, lifting them as if adjusting them for something. Then she looked up and noticed Jesse and Ryan staring and let her hands go to her sides.

By the time the sun had given them all they could use, Jesse, Ryan and Angela were fast friends and very comfortable with each other. They gathered their things in preparation to leave. Standing there, Angela still topless, Jesse finding it harder not to get caught looking at her toplessness, they made arrangements to meet for dinner in 2 hours and started walking towards their rooms. To Jesse's disappointment and relief, she finally put her top on for the walk through the hotel. 

At an intersection in the halls, Jesse said "Well, I'll see you guys in a while. I'm going to swing by the front desk and get another key." And they parted. After a few steps, Angela stopped and looked around for something.

"Crap. I left my sunglasses by the chair. You go ahead. I'll be right back." She looked earnestly at Ryan's face, then kissed him lightly and walked away. He kept on towards their room. She was always losing sunglasses, so this was no big deal.

After their shower together-Angela had returned to the room and surprised Ryan by joining him-they lay naked on the bed, clean and with a little over an hour to kill until dinner. They enjoyed a very healthy and hearty sex life, even with the kids, even when she was pregnant. Being on vacation in a hotel was a strong aphrodisiac for them both. They'd brought some sex toys and accessories and they'd had sex at least once every night they'd been at the resort. And they were naked almost always while they were in the room, which made it easy for Ryan to adore and smack her ass, and for her to cup his soft cock whenever the mood struck her.

So with an hour to kill, and a really strong buzz working on their libidos, they naturally started fooling around. Playfully at first, but getting more and more erotic and passionate quickly. Angela was the more aggressive one and was quickly moving the foreplay along, letting Ryan know that she was really interested in getting some serious sex going. "Wow!" Ryan gasped when he could catch his breath. "That dude got you pretty worked up, eh?" Angela wasn't embarrassed at all. She had been the lucky recipient of Ryan's attentions after he got worked up over some young, hot slut who happened to grace him with some innocent flirtations many times. 

She sat up suddenly. She was a little unsteady, even just sitting up on the bed. "Hey, lemme tie you up and blow you. And if you're nice, I'll let you lick my va-jay-jay." They had played with ties in the past. It was pretty tame stuff and both of them enjoyed taking their turn being the one without any control.

Ryan quickly agreed. She could have said "Let's clean the bathroom, and I'll blow you while you clean the toilet" and he would have gone along. Angela loved to use her mouth on his cock and was very good at it.

She got up and went around the corner to the bathroom for some ties. Ryan lay back and closed his eyes waiting. She came back with robe ties, and she found neckties they brought in case they were invited to a formal dinner. Angela had actually thrown them in for just this other purpose, but told Ryan they were for wearing.

Soon he was bound securely to the bed, having been checked by Angela to make sure he couldn't move or get free, and she was pumping her mouth on his cock like she thought it would shoot out diamonds. She was kneeling between his legs and he could see her pussy in the mirror over the dresser behind her. She was taking his cock deep in her throat and cupping his balls with one hand, using one finger to rub under his balls and tickle his asshole. Ryan was in heaven, and couldn't wait to get his turn to lick the pussy he was admiring in the mirror. He had just closed his eyes and relaxed his neck so he could lie down flat when he heard the door to their room close loudly. 

He opened his eyes and said "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell is going on?" He was startled by the appearance of their new friend Jesse, who had just showed up naked in their room sporting a huge black boner pointed right at his wife, her ass turned up like a cat in heat as she sucked vigorously on Ryan's cock.

"What? Oh him. Well, I thought it might be fun to try something new, and Jesse is really something new." As she said the last few words, she looked back at Jesse and added a little sexy Marylyn Monroe lilt to her voice, obviously lusting after him with her eyes. She turned back to look Ryan in the face. "You know you want this as much as I do. You watched me flirt with him for hours today and never said a word. I'm drunk, you're drunk. Jesse, you drunk?"

"I am, indeed very drunk." He answered.

"See, we can just chalk this up to some drunken mistake in the morning. Besides, what are you gonna do about it?" She was teasing him a little. They often had sort of a verbal banter like this, but not about another man fucking her.

"Ugh! I'm torn between feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, or being really pissed off at you." Ryan still struggled against the ties, but was losing heart in the effort. Angela knew that even though she'd been talking tough, if Ryan balked, seriously balked at this impromptu adventure she'd lined up in a drunken conversation with Jesse when she "forgot" her glasses earlier, she'd cave and feel really embarrassed. She waited anxiously for his decision. 

It hadn't taken much convincing to get the glassy eyed Jesse to agree to come to their room for a three way. That's the way she laid it out to him, more boldly than she really felt. "I want you to come to our room for a three way. I'm just throwing it out there if you're game." He was game.

"Well," Ryan said starting to at least act like he was caving. It wasn't like they never talked about something like this. During foreplay they often openly talked about fantasies of threesomes. Angela and Jesse watched his face. Ryan could see Jesse's huge cock starting to throb a little with the power of his erection. "I guess if you want this, I'm game. Jesus this is crazy" He grunted with one final effort at his bonds. "But can you at least untie me?" In his position, if Jesse had come in with malicious intentions and his wife was an unwilling participant, there was nothing Ryan could do about it, he was bound so tightly and Jesse was certainly big enough and strong enough to overpower Angela.

"Not a chance babe," Angela answered wickedly, her confidence renewed. "This is my show. You'll get to be a part, but I'm the director and the star." With that, she looked back at Jesse who was drunk enough to not care what kind of crazy shit these people were into. There was a beautiful welcome pussy right in front of him. He could already smell her lust and could see some slick moisture coating the very inside of the slit between her pussy lips. He started towards her.

"Hey. Come on. I really don't want to be tied up just to watch someone else fuck you. Untie me."

"Oh, I think you'll be OK." It was the last thing Angela said for a while. She took Ryan's dick in her mouth and resumed the blow job she had been in the middle of when Jesse showed up. Ryan lost himself for a second as she enveloped his spongy cock head with her soft, warm mouth and swirled her tongue around it. His eyes closed briefly, but then he opened them again and tried to struggle against her gentle assault on his dick as he watched Jesse move toward her ass.

"Seriously," but the struggle wasn't accomplishing much more than to shove more of his dick in her mouth. "Come on. We can do this, but please..." He was interrupted by a wave of pleasure as Angela sucked him in deep until his helmet was pushing into her throat. God damn she could give head. She held him there a moment, he lost his train of thought, eyes closed, a moan coming from deep inside him. He was losing. Angela was winning.

As she subdued Ryan by his dick, Jesse knelt down close behind her and took in the sight and smell of her pussy. He felt himself getting lost in it, focusing on nothing else but that opening between her legs that she was presenting to him so eagerly that he couldn't wait to taste it, touch it and fill it with his dick. He put both hands on her ass checks, startling her just a little and spread them wide. He plunged his tongue into her pussy, right in the hole. He had a firm, long tongue and it went easily into Angela's pussy. He slid it wetly up and out and onto her asshole, flattening it out and swirling around, eliciting a happy moan from Angela. Jesse went at her pussy like a dog, a horny, black, sexy dog. He used his tongue to lap it, to poke it, to slurp loudly the juices that came from her excitement. Angela moaned and squirmed the whole time, driven mad with passion as her pussy was pleasured and her mouth was fucked.

Ryan was oblivious to the man worshiping his wife's pussy. He was lost in the blowjob she was giving him. He pulled with firm but gentle tension against his bindings, both hating and loving the fact that he couldn't move. His alcohol and passion infused brain focused only on her mouth on his dick. It was like time stopped and reality left. But he was suddenly brought back to reality as her mouth dropped his cock and she let out a startled "OH FUCK!" He opened his eyes and saw that Jesse had obviously rammed his meat into Angela. Her eyes, like Jesse's were closed tight in passion. He hadn't taken it easy on her and had immediately started a pounding attack on her wet pussy with his huge meaty shaft. After just a moment, with Jesse fucking her hard and fast, causing her tits to jiggle beautifully back and forth and making her grunt a little with each thrust, Angela regained her composure. She opened her eyes and looked at Ryan. When he made eye contact with her, she smiled wickedly as her body rocked with each long, pounding stroke.

Ryan was conflicted. It was really hard watching her like this without being able to have any control, but it was also really, really hot watching her enjoy this so much, and the fact that she had all the control was driving him nuts. His emotions were racing, but the booze and the endorphins his wife was helping him release were tempering everything he felt with a wonton, longing: longing to fuck her mouth, longing to watch her get fucked, longing to experience everything he had ever fantasized about a threesome with his wife. 

She took his cock back in her mouth and pumped it in and out at the same pace as Jesse was pumping in and out of her pussy. She still grunted and moaned around Ryan's cock, but he was obviously loving it. She could tell because he tried to thrust into her mouth, but the restraints wouldn't let him move enough. She felt Jesse start to tense, and she knew he was getting close to shooting what she hoped were huge ropes of goo. She knew that she was getting close too, but, in a Herculean effort of will power and an Olympic gymnasts maneuvering, she dropped Ryan's cock and pulled forward far enough to get Jesse out of her, causing both of them to moan with disappointment. But that disappointment disappeared as she continued her dismount converting it smoothly into a mount. She turned around in the space between the two men and faced Jesse, slapping her cunt down on Ryan's dick. Her feet were outside his thighs and she rocked back and forth on Ryan while she reached out to pull Jesse up on the bed so she could blow him. She looked up in his eyes before she took just the tip in, holding the shaft with both hands. Then she spit in her palms and started again, swirling her tongue around the tip while sliding her hands up and down his thick shaft.




Angela and Ryan Make a New Friend



She felt just the tiniest bit of guilt for a moment. Her husband had a very sufficient dick. It was big enough to make most women lust after it (or at least one just like it) in their fantasies, but Jesse's meat filled her box all the way, and in her hyper-excited state, being filled to the brim was just what she wanted. Ryan's cock was as hard as steel in her though, and her rocking and grinding motions were rubbing her clit on it with pleasing intensity. Her guilt passed as she felt her orgasm nearing. 

She moved more of Jesse into her mouth, enough so that she could only fit one hand around what was left. Still, with all that dick out of her mouth, there was enough in her mouth to be going down her throat, right past the gag reflex she lost in college. He pumped slowly in and out of her mouth, and she used the newly free hand to rub a spit-slick finger over his asshole, obviously driving him wild. She could smell the chlorine from their dip in the pool mixed with the scent of her pussy on his belly and she could taste herself over the flavor of his chocolate brown pole. He was already close to coming when she swapped positions on him and now he was tense as he lost control to the orgasm that was about to wrack his body. 

Angela felt it coming, and stroked a little faster both on Ryan's cock and Jesse's. She put her finger in his ass and right before he started shooting warm cum into her, she pulled his cock out until just the head was in her mouth. "OH MAN. I'M GONNA GO," Jesse said loudly. Ryan's eyes shot open and he could see Jesse with his head back, hands on Angela's head, muscles clenched tight. She still rocked on his dick at the same time.

Immediately after his warning, Jesse started shooting into her mouth. She felt his dick throbbing and a huge eruption of cum shot out into her mouth with each furiously paced pump. She kept her lips tight around his shaft, but it was like he was never going to stop pumping cum past them. Her mouth filled, but she didn't swallow. Some of the creamy white goo spilled out around his brown hose. It drizzled down her chin. She loved feeling his orgasm in her mouth and held his dick in place until the throbbing stopped and she could feel him softening. She ground into Ryan's cock the whole time and was almost ready to come herself.

Finally spent, Jesse's half limp dick fell out of Angela's mouth, a tiny bit more cum slipping out with it. She spun around so that she was now riding her bound husband's cock while looking at him with a mouth full of another man's cum and some of it running down her chin. He was looking at her, and she couldn't tell if he was angry, hurt, or excited. His face was blank, but she could still tell he was trying to pump his cock into her.

She opened her mouth a little and a huge load of Jesse's come dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her gently bouncing tits. She opened her mouth wider and Ryan could look in her mouth and see the bucket load of jiz that was still there. His tiny thrusts got faster as he tried to fill her pussy as her mouth was filled. Once she felt him trying to fuck her harder, it didn't matter what look he wore on his face, she knew she had him. 

She could smell the stuff, its funky, sexy odor fanning the flames of passion. The cum that fell onto her tits she rubbed with an open hand, glistening her boobs with it. All the while she looked deep and unfaultering into Ryan's eyes. "God damn you," he said. "Are so fucking hot right now." She used her other hand to rub the cum on her chin all around her mouth. So much was on her upper lip that the smell of it overwhelmed everything else. Still looking at him, she closed her mouth and made a show of swallowing the warm, salty load. The whole show with Jesse's cum had lasted about 15 seconds, but it felt like it had been an hour that she sat there fucking Ryan and teasing him with Jesse's cum. 

The instant she swallowed, Ryan bucked as hard as he could into her and started pumping her pussy full of his cum. She stopped moving and rhythmically squeezed her pussy around his throbbing, cum pumping cock. Although it was a spectacular orgasm for him, it didn't last nearly as long as Jesse's. Before he could go soft, she resumed pumping on him, sliding her cum drenched pussy furiously up and down on his dick. She closed her eyes and clenched her stomach muscles with the effort, but she was rewarded with a pulsing, screaming, gut wrenching orgasm that was so intense, she imagined her throbbing pussy was going to crush Ryan's cock.

Jesse fell on the bed, trying to find space and finally giving up he lay on his back with his legs draped over one of Ryan's bound ones. Angela fell forward onto Ryan's chest, her huge, soft tits cushioning her fall pleasantly. As she did, Ryan's limp, spent cock fell out of her and what was left of his cum in her pussy leaked out. Neither one of them cared.

Nobody moved for a few minutes. They just lay there panting. Angela was moaning very quietly with each breath. Ryan exclaimed "Holy crap." But said no more. Jesse seemed to be asleep, the booze and the sex having taken the last of his energy for the moment. Finally, Angela lifted her head and looked at Ryan. 

"Did you hate that? Do you hate me? Do you want me to untie you? Think hard about the first two questions. They will affect what happens when you answer the third."

"No. No. And yes please," he answered.

She scooted up and reached for one wrist and untied it. Then she switched to the other wrist, dragging her cum glazed tits over his face as she did. He didn't hate that either. She finished untying him and lay next to him looking across his chest at the sleeping Jesse as Ryan held her.

"Now what do we do with him?" Ryan asked.

"Well, in a minute, I think we should wake him up." Angela turned to look at Ryan's face and, emboldened by the lingering alcohol in her system, said "And then get him to fuck me some more. I mean he's here and all. That is, if it's OK with you."

"Do I have to be tied up again?"

"Oh, definitely not. In fact, I think if you use your imagination, little boy, you might find some really fun stuff to do when your hands and feet aren't tied up while a huge black man is fucking your wife. Don't you think?" She didn't wait for a final answer. She just climbed on top of Ryan again and then moved over to his other side. There, she resumed her snuggling position, but was now between Ryan and the sleeping Jesse. Her nice, round ass enveloping his hip. She rubbed down Ryan's chest, across his stomach and took up his limp, sticky dick in her hand and began gently stroking it. At the same time she moved her soft ass back and forth against Jesse's skin. Jesse began to stir awake. Angela smiled.



Angela and the Cruel Dentist



Angela had toothache. It had kept her awake all night having started a couple of days earlier. Her maid had advised her to use oil of cloves, but it was not doing any good. Even worse her husband of six weeks, William, was angry because she would not have sex with him. William was twenty years older than Angela and they were on honeymoon touring Europe.

As Angela lay in bed wondering what to do about the pain the door was thrown open, and William stood there glowering at her.

" I have had enough of this silliness, so enquired of the hotel manager have made arrangements for you to see a dental surgeon in the town to have that wretched tooth pulled."

"Oh please William no, don't make me go to a dentist. I am scared of dentists and surely the oil of cloves will work shortly."

"Only one way to deal with toothache, my dear, and that is to yank it out."

Sir William, for her new husband was a baronet, refused to listen, gruffly told her to be ready at 10.30 and left the room. Marriage was not what she had expected. It seemed Sir William had not married for love but rather to get his hands on Angela's father's money to pay his gambling debts. Her parents were flattered that an aristocrat had shown interest in their only daughter and the marriage would increase their social standing. This was 1903 after all. Although William's courtship had been romantic, after the wedding he had been demanding and rough, and often threatened to beat her if she did not comply with his sexual demands.

Therefore despite her fear of the dentist she was ready on time and they left the hotel in a cab. The dentist's surgery was located in a leafy suburban avenue. William rang the bell and they were ushered into a waiting room by a maid. A door opened across the hallway and Angela glimpsed two women hurry out, the younger woman was in tears and holding a bloody handkerchief to her mouth.

The next five minutes seemed interminable to Angela as the only sound from across the hallway was the clatter of steel instruments against glass.

"Please William, this place frightens me, I don't want to see the dentist. Please take me back to the hotel." She pleaded.

But before William could answer the surgery door opened and a large fierce woman in a nurse's uniform emerged.

" Sir William? The Herr Doktor is ready for your wife." She grabbed Angela's arm with a vice like grip and before the girl could protest marched her across the hall and into the surgery which smelt strongly of disinfectant. It was a big room but Angela's eye was drawn immediately to grim black dental chair which dominated the centre of the room. Standing beside it stood the large forbidding figure of the Herr Doktor. He had piercing eyes, a thick black pointed beard, and wore a white tunic. The sight of him made Angela tremble with fear.

"Please William, I beg you take me back to the hotel. Don't make me go in there."

"Don't be silly, my dear, it's for your own good." He replied pushing her through the doorway. Angela attempted to turn and flee but the nurse was too quick for her, slammed the door shut and guided the frightened patient towards the forbidding chair

The dentist indicated that his nurse should take Angela's outdoor coat and in an abrupt guttural tone pointed to the chair " Lady Angela, please sit."

Angela was too scared to protest so did as she was told. She was so afraid she thought she might wet herself

"Open your mouth." He ordered "Wider!"

The dentist pushed her head back in to the leather restraint and began to inspect her teeth with a sharply pointed steel probe and a long handled mirror. Angela yelped as the probe found her troublesome tooth, a rear molar, but her reaction did not stop the dentist who, having found his target, tapped and prodded forcefully. She struggled to get away from the dreadful instrument only for the dentist free hand to grab her breast and force her back in to the chair.

"Be still, woman." He grunted.

He muttered to his nurse who covered Angela's chest with a linen sheet.

" What, what are you going to do?" stuttered the terrified girl.

" I will drill the tooth to let out the poison. " replied the dentist pointing to a flimsy contraption standing near the chair.

"But won't that hurt?" she asked.

" I expect it will, now open mouth." he commanded reaching for the drill. Angela tried to struggle but the burly nurse held her head back in the restraint while the dentist's podgy fingers forced her mouth open. The drill was driven by a treadle which the nurse worked with her foot. The point of the drill quickly ground through the enamel into her tooth and almost immediately hit a nerve. 

She attempted to scream but couldn't so instead tried to knock the dentist's hand away and escape the fearful drill. The drill whirled and bit deeper into her tooth, and Angela fought harder while the dentist forced her back in the chair. With all her strength Angela pushed the dentist away, as he reeled backwards his shoe slipped on the tiled floor, he collided with the drill structure knocking it over and crashing into the wreckage.

The dentist, purple with fury, picked himself up and glared at Angela who cringed in the chair.

"Look what you have done, you stupid girl." He bellowed and turning to the nurse. " Call her husband, she must be punished for this."

Within moments Sir William arrived on the scene. He had heard the noise but was startled by the amount of damage, and his first thought was how much the repairs would it cost.

"Sir William, your wife is being a silly little girl and has caused much damage to my consulting room. She must be punished and the damage paid for."

"Er yes, what did you have in mind."

The dentist gave Angela a long look then led her husband out of the room. Sir William could, he said quietly, pay a large amount of money for the damage, or he could leave now and let the dentist punish her. Sir William thought for a moment, then asked the dentist to tell his wife that he would see her back at their hotel later, and hurriedly left the building.

The dentist gave a cruel smile, returned to his surgery, and told the sobbing Angela that her husband had left the matter of punishment to him so would she please come across to his desk.

"Help her take off her dress." He instructed the nurse. A shaking Angela did as she was told fearing what would come next. Eventually she stood before the dentist in chemise and drawers.

"Wh- what are you going to do?" She stammered

"I'm going to beat you for breaking my drill. Now bend over the desk. "he leered, producing a long springy cane from a cupboard." You see, I often get young women in here that don't do as they are told. When I have finished you will find it very uncomfortable to sit in my chair. Now do as you are told."

Before Angela had time to argue the nurse had forced down over the desk with one hand and was untying the silk bow on her drawers. Again she tried to struggle but the nurse was too strong for her, then suddenly the dentist's pudgy fingers were at her waist pulling her loosened drawers down to her ankles. She blushed red with humiliation.

"Now I will teach not to disrupt my treatment." he said. There was a long pause, then the cane whistled down against her bare buttocks. Angela tried to choke back the tears but the cane really hurt and she howled as six times it smacked into her pale skin, each stroke carefully placed against the edge of the previous one.

"There, "said the dentist with some satisfaction," That is what you English call six of the best. Now get dressed and we will continue the treatment."

Still sobbing Angela pulled her drawers carefully over her glowing red bottom, and the nurse helped her back into her dress. Then it struck her what the dentist had said about continuing the treatment.

"I'm not getting back into that chair, I'm leaving."

"Alas no, my lady, your husband told me to complete your treatment, and that is what I intend to. Sit down!"

Angela tried to run to the door but her tight skirt prevented this and she was quickly grabbed by the nurse who bundled her back into the dental chair. Angela squealed as her sore bottom hit the hard seat of the chair.

" I think her ladyship will need to be restrained for the next part." said the dentist, producing two broad leather straps, and he and his nurse quickly secured Angela's wrists to the arms of the chair. Knowing what was about to happen, the nurse put a thick red rubber apron over Angela's heaving chest.

"Now, are you going to open your mouth for me?"

" No, I most certainly am not."

" I think you will regret that decision. So, Nurse, hold her head."

Again the unfortunate girl tried to struggle but the nurse held her in a vice like grip while the dentist forced her jaws apart using a steel gag which he adjusted to it's full extent.

He crossed to his instrument table and picked something up from a metal dish.

"Shall we make the next part little more comfortable?" he said with another evil smirk and held a large metal syringe with a long needle in front of her eyes which were wide with fear. Free of the nurse's grip she shook her head, trying to dislodge the gag.

"Ah, you don't want this?" He said in mock surprise. " What a brave girl she is, nurse. Well in that case we won't use it." He put the syringe back in its tray and returned to Angela holding an even more frightening instrument, a stumpy pair of extraction forceps.

The nurse again gripped Angela's head in a wrestler-like lock as the poor girl tried to cringle back into the chair and when the dentist came within range she kicked out at him. But he easily sidestepped her thrashing feet, place his knee across her thighs and thrust the forceps into her open mouth. Pain shot through Angela's jaw as the forceps locked onto her tooth. The dentist twisted his wrist, gave a mighty yank and with a horrid crunching noise the tooth came out.

The dentist looked delighted with himself, but after closely inspecting the bloody tooth, held up his hand to stop the nurse from removing the gag before stepping forward to peer into Angela's mouth.

"Ach Dummkopf. I have pulled the wrong tooth. I thought it came out too easily! So we must try once more, no?"

The struggle began again, and this time went on much longer as the dentist wrestled to wrench the broken molar from Angela's jaw. Eventually with one final heave, using both hands, the troublesome tooth was extracted.

The gag was removed from Angela's mouth and the nurse gave her a glass of salt water to wash away the blood, while the dentist removed the wrist straps. Having paid the bill the poor girl was eventually allowed to make her way out to the waiting cab. As she walked unsteadily out into the avenue a man and a woman had just arrived in a motor car. The man was coaxing the obviously frightened woman towards the dentist's surgery. The couple looked at Angela, the woman took in her pale face and the bloody handkerchief clutched her mouth, gave a scream and fled down the street.



Angela and Vonda



Angela couldn't believe her good luck. One of the wealthiest men in the city had fallen in love with her. She had schemed and connived her way into his confidence. She had used every base and crooked ploy and trick she could think of to get him to first notice her, and second to begin to consider her someone he might want to marry. Yes, everything had worked out. Things were going her way, and soon, if she continued to play her cards right, she would be in control of everything this man owned. She would be the wealthiest gal, or guy, in the state. Then she could dump him and his forlorn sister out on the street.

Angela thought back on the events that had led to her almost complete victory over the McNaughton siblings. It had started when the two McNaughtons, Brandon and his mousy little sister Vonda, had managed to undermine and nearly bankrupt her father. It had destroyed the man, and he died of grief, a complete loser. 

Angela, using her family's remaining wealth established a new identity and new financial empire. Though it was certainly much smaller than anything her father had created; it was substantial enough to attract the attention of the ever-avaricious Brandon and Vonda. Once she got their, or rather his, attention she pulled out all stops to first get him in bed, and then get a real love commitment.

Angela knew she had the physical traits and the emotional moxie to pull the thing off. She was a gorgeous twenty-three year old blond-hair blue eyed goddess. With her 34B natural breasts, which she had developed and sculpted naturally through a rigorous exercise regime, plus classic good looks, and a magnificent pair of long and shapely legs, Brandon fell all over himself trying to get her attention. 

Angela didn't play it easy. She made him work for everything he got. If he thought she was cheap, her plan would never have worked. No, she played about as hard to get as she could and still make the chase and capture within reach. Ultimately he caved in. Though he got her in bed, he was still ready to offer that long-term commitment she had so earnestly worked for. The only slight drawback was in the nature of his long-term promise.

Brandon, it seemed, had made a personal, and legal, arrangement with all the members of his family. If he were to ever find anyone he wanted to really settle down with, the long term companion had to sign off on some legal agreements that made the commitment absolutely permanent. This was not a prenuptial. Brandon explained, he and Vonda's mother had been born with some very serious emotional psychological disorders that never materialized until well after their father had married. The emotional trauma associated with her illnesses and her eventual death had led his father to demand a legal commitment of a most unusual nature. For Angela and Brandon to marry, Angela had to undergo a rigorous psychoanalytical assessment. This assessment, according to Brandon, was really only a formality, though, in it's essence Angela had to agree to a short stay in a medical facility where her emotional status had to be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. For Angela, this was as easy as a walk in the park. She agreed to the requirement, and spent six weeks in what was certainly the most prestigious sanitarium in the nation. 

Angela had stayed in the facility, had taken all the tests, and had participated in all the appropriate clinical meetings and workshops. At the end of the six weeks Brandon was right there with the longest stretch limousine Angela ever saw. Brandon whisked her away to the nearest justice of the peace where a civil ceremony was performed, and she had become Mrs. Brandon McNaughton. 

Now armed with a marriage license, and the man she wanted Angela was ready to begin to claim all that was her rightful due. 

Vonda had been quietly amused by Angela's nearly transparent effort to get Brandon in bed and then down the altar. What Angela didn't know was Vonda had been adopted into the family when Brandon's father had been involved with another woman while in Europe. The other woman had died giving birth to Vonda, and, being the gentleman that he was; Brandon's father had assumed the moral and legal duties of a parent. Any ceremony that Brandon and Angela had entered into was, as far as Vonda were concerned an awkward interference. Vonda knew a happily married Brandon might lead to her, that is Vonda's, eventual removal from the household. So Vonda had begun to initiate her own deliberate subterfuge designed to get Angela under her firm control. Angela had a sizable fortune, and Vonda intended to obtain it even before Angela had started to weave her own pathetic little web. If she could put Angela aside, then she would be better able to continue to manipulate her erstwhile brother.

A happily married Angela might scheme to undercut Brandon. Meanwhile, Vonda would proceed to completely unravel everything about Angela, for it seemed that Angela never fully understood that the six week visit to the sanitarium was designed by Vonda, not to guarantee her stability, but to create a dossier that would prove beyond any doubt her complete inability to function. Angela had been tricked and trapped, and she didn't have a clue. Now it was time for the McNaughton's daughter to begin to have a little fun with their new acquisition.

So two questions emerged. Would Angela be able to overwhelm her unsuspecting husband and abscond with all the wealth? Or would Vonda dismantle Angela's schemes and place her in a situation beyond all redemption? Stated in more deliberate terms. There were two scheming bitches, but only one could win.

After an extended honeymoon in Fiji, Brandon and Angela returned to the palatial estate they would share with Vonda and the array of friends and neighbors who would be constantly in and out. The property was enormous; encompassing hundreds of acres of exquisitely manicured lawn, a vast expanse grossly expensive gardens, including a garden maize, and a huge area of some of the most pristine old growth forest in the nation. Though there was a small town only thirty miles away, Brandon had to fly back and forth to work, using on alternating dates a small Cessna or a modified Apache assault helicopter that he had managed to acquire from a friend in the defense industry.

Angela for her part, once they reached home, would have access to several automobiles including a steel gray Jaguar, a stunning black Porsche, and a number of other types of vehicles from limos to SUVs. Angela would be able to drive to town on her own, or if necessary, she could rely on one of three chauffeurs for transportation. Then again, there was always Vonda, if Angela wanted company.

As their plane touched down on the McNaughton's private landing strip Brandon reminded Angela that she should always try to respect Vonda's wishes when they were home. Brandon explained, owing to their mother's tragic malady Vonda had vowed to never marry, but she promised to always stay at or close to home, to be available as helpmate and companion to Brandon and anyone he chose to marry. To all intents and purposes Vonda had promised to give up her life to care for and help her brother. Vonda was already a cool thirty-three, and though a stunningly attractive woman, she had devoted her life to making Brandon the best sister any man could have. For his part, Brandon had asserted his deep devotion to Angela, and he had proven it by marrying her, but he explained he would always have a special love for his sister. He told Angela he trusted his sister in all things. He wanted Angela to not only respect his affection for Vonda, but also to develop the same rapport with her as well. 

Angela swore she would come to love Vonda with the same passion Brandon had. Angela promised she would devote herself to gaining Vonda's love and trust, and she would respect all Vonda's wishes.

The first several weeks at the estate were idyllic. Everybody was happy. All was quiet, and everything seemed to be moving exactly as everyone intended.

It was the beginning of the seventh week when the first subtle chinks in their fortress of love began to appear. Vonda, having always been the single female of the house, had naturally been the center of attention. This had continued unabated for weeks, but by the seventh week Angela had begun to begrudge some of Vonda's responsibilities and prerogatives. Some of these prerogatives had included mundane things Angela had no interest in like choosing the family menus, or selecting the wines and pastries supplied when guests were invited. However, Vonda had also begun to take it upon herself in selecting other things about which Angela believed Vonda should have no interest. 

At first, Vonda had not taken an interest in the things that Angela wore each day. Then, beginning the fifth week Vonda started making modest suggestions about the way Angela dressed. 

Angela liked to wear clothing with a little flare. She liked colorful outfits. She liked wearing dresses, skirts, and blouses that some people might perceive as daring. Angela liked mini-skirts and blouses that hinted at a bare waist. Angela liked to tease and entice. She had the body for it, and she always enjoyed using it. Though her breasts were smallish, they were firm and perfectly shaped. She liked to wear translucent bras that had a minimum of structure. These bras allowed her breasts to bounce insouciantly, and let her nipples press and peak naughtily against the soft material of her blouses. Angela liked the modest but still revealing peek-a-boo look a thin linen or silk blouse provided. She liked lace. She liked capped sleeves that hovered translucently over otherwise bare shoulders. She liked short pleated skirts that billowed out when she walked. She liked the loose fitting short skirted look that gave the impression that there might not be anything on underneath. Angela liked comfortable fitting satin shorts with tight crotches that gave the hint of her womanly charms found beneath the cloth and between her shapely legs. Angela used to laugh to herself that, if she weren't rich, she certainly would have made good prostitute. 

Vonda thought Angela was much too extravagant in the amount of skin she showed. Vonda, being something of a prude, shared her opinions with Angela, but Angela flew just slightly off the handle asserting she would select her own clothing. Vonda needn't concern herself with what Angela liked to wear.

As it worked out Brandon was a little late getting home from work one evening. He missed the evening meal. This was not an unusual event, but what did seem unusual to Brandon was the fact that this time only Angela was on hand to greet him when he reached the foyer.

"Where's Vonda?" Brandon asked. Anyone listening could tell there was a modest sense of concern lurking under Brandon's seemingly innocuous question. Brandon knew it was irregular for Vonda to be unavailable when he first came home. Vonda was much like a loyal dog in that regard.

"I really haven't a clue." Replied Angela, though in reality she knew Vonda had been put off by a disagreement they'd had earlier.

"Don't worry." Angela continued. "I'm sure whatever is bothering her couldn't be too serious. I saw her not twenty minutes ago, and she certainly wasn't in ill health."

Brandon thanked Angela for her reassurance, but asserted. "I think I better go and see if she's all right." He excused himself and ascended the stairs to Vonda's suite of rooms.

After briskly walking down the third floor hallway where Vonda's rooms were located he stopped in front of her main door and knocked. "Vonda? Are you there? Are you OK?

Vonda quietly opened the door. "No Brandon, I'm not OK. I think we have a little problem. Come on in, and I'll share it with you."

Brandon asked as he entered. "What's the problem? Are you sick?"

As she closed the door Vonda responded. "No I'm not sick, but I think it's time we started to crack down on Angela."

"Do tell." Was Brandon's quick reply.

"Well I know you've noticed how Angela likes to flaunt herself in front of our friends. I've noticed, and I've become increasingly put off by her demeanor and by her attire. You recall three days ago when the O'Hara's were here she was wearing a low cut blouse with a half cup bra. Everyone could see how her breasts were pushing up and out. They were almost ready to flap out on the floor. I thought Mike, I mean Mr. O'Hara, was going to ejaculate right there in the sitting room." So stated Vonda.

Brandon listened and then answered. "Let me say something to her. If I don't get anything from her then we can revisit this again in some other way." 

Later that evening Brandon sent one of the maids to seek out Angela, and invite her to his study. 

The normally obsequious maid coolly stated. "Mrs. McNaughton. Mr. McNaughton asked me to tell you he wanted to see you in his study."

Angela answered the maid dismissively. "Tell Mr. McNaughton I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm in the middle a good novel, and I don't want to put it down just yet." Angela pretended to continue to read, but as soon as the maid stepped out of the room she went to her wardrobe and picked out an outfit. She chose a light blue casual jumper with a scooped neck, capped sleeves, and loosely fitting pleated panties. She picked out a pair of pale blue patent leather shoes and a pair of brilliantly white stockings that she pulled high and tight, nearly to her crotch. Checking her face in the mirror she dabbed a littler blush on her cheeks and applied a tad of lip-gloss. The last thing she did was take a hairbrush and lightly flick it through her hair thus accentuating its natural curliness. Once she thought she looked just right she started making her way to her husband's study.

Angela tapped on the study door lightly to make sure Brandon would know she was entering. She opened the study door and skipped over to where her husband was sitting. She knew she looked ravishing, and she knew anything Vonda might have said was immediately imperiled by her good looks. She reached her husband's desk, leaned forward, putting on display her magnificent breast, and asked in her sweetest voice, "Is anything wrong? The maid said you wanted to see me?"

Brandon stood up and stepped away from his desk. Walking comfortably over to his wife, he put his arms around her and said. "I heard you and Vonda had something of a disagreement this afternoon."

"There wasn't any disagreement." Angela answered. "Vonda thinks she's the new arbiter of family fashion. She wants to tell me what I should and should not wear."

Brandon had trouble keeping his mind on the topic. The swell of Angela's taut little breasts was very distracting, and her hair, he thought, was in dire need of a good tousling, not to mention how he'd like to rub his hands up and down those magnificent legs. He said. "I'd venture to say it's pretty much a closed issue from your point of view. But look Angela. I don't want to get in the middle of a disturbance about womens' clothes. Why don't you give some thought to what Vonda was saying. Even though I thought that crisp white blouse you had on the other evening was very attractive, it did share a little more with the O'Hara's than I was comfortable with. You have so many pretty things. You might have been a little more discreet. What'll you say if you were just a tiny bit more modest when some of our neighbors came by? I don't want to tell you what to wear, and I certainly don't think Vonda had that intention, but for the sake of family at least give it some thought."

Though Angela was steaming inside she flipped her hair, smiled sweetly and replied. "Of course, I'll try to be more, well, more old looking. But it was such a lovely day, and the blouse was new. I just wanted to show off for you, that's all."

Brandon was getting an erection watching his wife gesticulate as she talked. He answered. "Well, I guess that's all I have to say."

Angela leaned up toward him pressing her firm little breasts against his chest. "I'll try to do better. I promise."

Brandon cupped her face in his hands. He self-consciously flicked at her hair. "I know you will."

Angela gave him her most angelic smile. Kissed him on the lips, turned and bounced off.

As his wife walked out of his study he watched her tight little ass. It seemed to bounce and skip its way out of the room. Jesus. He thought. I'll never get any work done tonight. Not after that!

Later that evening Angela put on a new chemise she'd been saving. It was a pale blue number with a deep scooped neck. It had a hint of ruffles around the top, and tantalizingly sexy translucent shoulders. The top was accompanied by a pair of loose fitting translucent tap panties, also with a hint of ruffle and a generous bow in the back. 

It was just the right item of apparel. Brandon was all over her. He wrapped her in his arms. He took his fingers and slowly moved them over her breasts in ever decreasing circles until they reached her rich brown aureoles. Then stopping at dead center he rubbed her protruding nipples. He leaned down and kissed each beautiful bud. His hands dropped to her flat stomach rubbing it like he was smoothing some expensive fabric. It was soft and velvety. He rubbed the small of her back, and ultimately he reached for her neatly trimmed vagina. His hand paused briefly at her smooth vaginal hood, then down to softly caress her distended labia, and last to rise and gently tweak her hot dry clitoris. 

For Angela, it proved to be a magnificent evening. Everything she wanted from the chemise was produced, and she was certain it was the necessary ingredient that both aroused and gradually to assuaged Brandon. Angela was positive she was making him much less likely to consider anything his sister might say about what she wore. Her victory was glorious. She not only was able to mold and bend her husband to her will, but she was able to enjoy immensely the conquest. As the evening wore on, his hands lingered more and more on the soft down of her vaginal region. With some urgency he climbed on her and allowed his firmly erect penis to enter the walls of her uterus. As he penetrated her, she pressed back. She could tell when he was fully inside her. The tip of his powerful member reached to the full limit of her vagina. Her sense of fullness was compelling, and as they rocked back and forth in unison she sensed his imminent moment of closure. As it almost always happened they both peaked at the same moment. She felt his rich hot wet juices pour up and into her. He thrust ever harder until finally he was spent. She was spent as well. Her skin felt hot, flushed, and dry. It was an almost unbearable feeling of triumph, maximal physical sensation, and completeness. She held him closely, dreading the moment he would leave her inner cavity. After those few seconds of heightened climax, there were always those few moments when he remained inside her, giving her additional blissful seconds of fullness and pleasure. Sometimes they were the best. 

Slowly Brandon's shaft began to wilt. He withdrew it leaving her to her thoughts. She wished he would stay and perhaps they would repeat this evening's joy with a new wave of caresses, kisses, and ultimate surrender, but not tonight. Brandon had work to do. He had to return to the study, and continue to satisfy his first and most unyielding mistress, his quest for even more wealth and power.

Brandon got up and put on his dressing robe. He had more work to do. He had other business to attend to. He enjoyed making love to Angela. She was a true wanton. She enjoyed him, and he enjoyed her as well, but there was another woman on the third floor and she might need him later. Not in the same way, but just as demanding. He put Angela out of his thoughts. He laughed. He remembered the old hackneyed joke about the man whose wife immediately turned into a six pack once the sex was over. Angela could lay in bed and ponder the greater mysteries of love and sex. He had other fish to fry.