3 comments/ 38158 views/ 1 favorites M and H Ch. 01 By: therealultimatedarkone Chapter 01: Salt and Pepper Asterisk: As this is my first story I'm slightly nervous about uploading it. I could use any technical tips and crits, if possible. I hope everyone enjoys the story, at least a little bit. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Today was the day. Saturday. Mari woke up and Henry was gone, but there were several things he had placed around the house for her to look at and do. A pile of clothes and lingerie, with a rose and note, a tray in the bathroom with new makeup, and the camera on a tripod and a tray with various kinds of lubes and creams in the living, waiting to be used. Mari was a tiny girl, she was only 5'2" and about 90 lbs., her skin was pearl white, hair straight, a brown so dark it appeared black. She didn't have a curved figure, being flat-chested and having a pert butt, but still attracted men with a thing for small girls. One of them was Henry, her boyfriend of three years. He was your average white guy, average height, average build, his cock was between six and seven inches, depending on his mood and the temperature. When they first got together, sex was normal. Missionary or cowgirl, just them in a candle-lit room. As time when on, they began to get bored of normal sex. Henry had an extensive porn collection, which they started to look to for inspiration. First trying new positions, moving on to sex in unique places, and even starting regular anal sex. They put footage of this online, creating a small site showing their sexual adventures. The culmination of their sexual trials came when they invited more people into bed with them. That's when the site took off. Soon, they noticed that whenever they posted galleries and videos related to swapping and swinging roleplay or group sex role play, they got a spike in downloads. That's what was to happen today. A request on the site, for something many men who like small girls wanted to see. Mari had butterflies in her stomach as she came out of the shower and made herself up. She had all day to sit and stew over the upcoming events. Henry's placement of things around the house was carefully calculated to turn her on and keep her thoughts on sex all day. The clothes he'd laid out were a sundress, spaghetti straps, came to about mid-thigh, bounced when she walked. A tiny-tiny g-string that barely covered her smooth pussy, and a pair of spikey, shiney, platformed, black, stripper-ish shoes. The shoes brought her height up to a more normal 5'7", and made the most delicious clicking noise on hard surfaces. Henry had chosen these clothes for her today, knowing she'd get looks when she ran the Saturday errands. Mari went about those as she normally would, but every step in the heels reminded her of tonight. She could feel men (and some women) gazing at her tiny frame, wondering how a small girl would feel. Thinking about how tight she could be. Wondering if she was a normal lay or a wild thing. Mari had to resist the urges that came about when she thought about them thinking about her, she would only give herself a quick brush or nudge when she could, but nothing more. She avoided the living room until Henry came home, the sight of the camera and lubes would've been too much. She embraced Henry hard, mashing herself against him and giving him a deep, deep french kiss. He returned her embrace and pulled away with a slight, wry smile, his "you're going to get it" smile. They ate a small dinner and awaited their guests. Through several personal sites and adult chatrooms, they had created a network of sex friends. The two coming over tonight were selected by Henry for very special reasons. A request from the site, for Mari, a tiny-little thing, to take on two behemoths of cock. She and Henry had decided to make the theme Salt and Pepper. A massive white guy and a massive black guy. Around 8, the door rang, Henry answered it, Mari was sitting in the middle of the couch, her smooth, narrow legs cross. They introduced themselves to her, Trey was the black guy, Mark the white, and they sat close to her, obviously ready. Henry prepped the lights and the camera, Mari and the two gentlemen engaged in small talk, getting relaxed and talking about rules during sex. He began filming, like a real porn, starting with an interview. "Hey there, little thing, and what's your name?" he began. "Mari," she said with a smile, looking deeply into the camera. "And, what are you here to do today?" He moved the camera from Mari, to Trey's midsection, to Mark's midsection, playing over her hands, which were gently running across the two men's crotches. "Well, hopefully, I'm here to getting totally fucked by these two nice boys," she responded. "You should know these aren't any normal boys...have you ever had a giant cock?" "Well, I've had big ones," she held up her fingers about six inches apart, then quickly put them back on the now enlarged bulges in the two men's pants, "but I can tell these are a little different." "Heh, you seem to know what you want, so I'll let you three get to it." Here, Henry turned into full director mode. He told them what to do to Mari, and in which order, but noted that being as raw as possible was best, considering the site. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mari stood between the two men, they were both six-feet tall and broad, their strong hands groped and squeezed her tits and ass. She had her lips locked with Mark's, the tongue swirling around each other, sloppily kissing. Trey had her neck and behind her ear, small pecks from his thick, dark lips, progressing up and down between the two spots. Mari pulled away from Mark's mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips, she stared deeply into his eyes and licked her lips. Mari turned to Trey and deeply kissed him, her tiny mouth engulfed by his. They pulled the strings of her dress off her shoulders, she unzipped the back and let it fall to the ground. They moved to her small nipples and swirled their tongues around them, moving their strong hands across her g-string clad pussy, and her tight, little butt. She press on their shoulders, so they got on their knees on both sides of her. She turned so Mark was in front of her and Trey behind, she lowered her moistened little panties and slowly pushed them down her legs, bending over and pushing her tight butt into Trey's face. Before he could get a taste she straightened, and stepped out of the clothes gathered at her feet. She wiggled her hips, moving her pussy tantalizingly close to Mark's face, rotating around so her butt passed by Trey's face. Mark couldn't take it any longer and moved forward, grabbing her thighs and burying his face into her tiny pussy. Trey did the same behind her. They began deeply tonguing her little holes, and she stood there, holding their heads for balance, feeling waves of heat pulse with each lick. Mark brought up a finger and slowly inserted it into her pussy, she let out a sigh, finally getting something in her pussy after a day of teasing. "Holy shit," Mark exclaimed, "she's so fucking tight, my finger getting crushed." Trey, not wanting to be outdone, had lubed up a the fingers on his left hand and began to insert one in her tight asshole, "you think that pussy's tight, you should feel her tight ass." They traded holes, then traded back and began fingering her at some speed. They both slipped a second finger in her holes, and slowly stood up. Her pussy and ass stretching and relaxing on their big, strong digits. Mark suckled her tits again, and Trey turned her head back, kissing her deeply. Mark pulled his fingers out of her pussy and presented them, shiny and pussy drenched to her mouth. Trey did the same. She pulled all four of them into her mouth, sucking and cleaning them, a mix of tastes, pussy, ass, and lube, filled her mouth, making her horniness jump an octave. "I think she's ready for some dick," Mark said to Trey. "Damn right," Trey responded with a smile. They pushed her to her knees between them, disrobing. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Henry had this part of the scene all planned out. Mari was on her knees, eyes closed, when the guys took everything off. Shirts, pants, shoes, until they stood there in underwear only, erections outlined in white briefs (Trey) and plaid boxers (Mark). Henry positioned himself so that Mari's face was in frame with Trey and Mark's bulges, then, on three, he told them to rip their underwears down, letting there erections pop out and lightly slap Mari in the face. Her eyes sprang open, showing genuine surprise at the sight in front of her. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mari giggled uncontrollably, she knew they were big from the earlier rubbing, but she had no idea... She grabbed each one by their bases, the cocks bobbing and swinging obscenely from her hands. She slowly moved her tiny hands up and down the thick, turgid shafts, gently rubbing them to absolute hardness. A tape measure was on the ground before her, and she picked it up. Beginning with Mark, she placed the little, metal tab of the measure on his pelvis, slowly extended the measure from there in an act resembling a slow pulling out. She let out a tiny gasp as it finally stopped at the ten inch mark. "You like that, baby?" Mark asked. She responded with a huge, bright smile and a vigorous nod. She turned to Trey, repeated the procedure. "Want this in that little pussy?" Trey asked. She responded with a groan, threw the measure away, uncaringly, and began rubbing her pussy. She slowly wrapped her hands around the huge dicks. Mari opened her mouth and took Trey's head into. It was so thick, she thought she'd never be able to throat him at all, but did her best. Slowly...longingly...inch-by-inch...she got about a 1/3 of Trey's cock in her mouth. She slowly pulled off, staring Trey in the eyes, letting his cock out of her mouth with a pop. She held Trey's eyes in her's while she took Mark's cock into her mouth, then locked gazes with him. She took the inches slowly again with him, but Mark was breathing heavily, getting tired of the foreplay. Once Mari got to the 1/3 mark, he grabbed her head with both hands and began to thrust. He pulled his cock almost entirely out of her mouth and thrust in. The face-fucking growing more vigorous with each stroke. Mari had to let go of Trey's tool and she gripped Mark's hips in some vain effort to slow him. Shlurking, slobbery noises and slight moans came from Mari's mouth and throat as Mark pressured more and more cock into it. Trey was squatting beside her, fingering her tight, wet holes. Mark had almost 7 inches of thick cock down her throat and pushed hard, "c'mon, urgh, c'mon," she gagged slightly and he yanked his cock out of her mouth, "ohhhh, yeah, you like choking on my massive dick, baby." Mari was breathing heavily, thick strands of spit draped Mark's cock, connecting to her face and long streams of it poured down her chest. He gave her a light smack on the face with his wet cock while she spoke. She spoke lightly, out-of-breath, "oh yeah *splat* it makes me sooooo *smack* wet to get *wack* face fucked." Trey stood and grabbed her head with one strong hand and pushed his cock into her mouth. He used his other hand to hold the base of his cock. He began pushing at both sides, getting as much black pipe as he got in her mouth and throat. Mark held her arms behind her, back, not allowing her to slow Trey's pounding. Trey pulled his now shiny cock out of her mouth, lifted it up, and mashing his balls into her saliva dripping lips. Mari greedily suck in one of his huge, fuzzy testes. Trey let go of his cock, letting it naturally drape over Mari's face, covering most of it, the head sticking out past the top of her head. Mark got up and grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock deep into her throat, thrusting a few times produced wet, sloshing sounds. He pulled back turned her head, and Trey thrust deep, producing his own wet, sloshing sounds. They alternated fucking Mari's worn throat, then finally letting her take control again. She pulled both cocks into her mouth, swirling her tongue around both heads, drawing as much of the twenty inches of tube-steak as she could inward. She began to masturbate them furiously and spoke, "god, I want you guys in me." She moaned deeply. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Henry handed her a towel, she was smiling very wide as she wiped the sticking, half-dried spit from her, she hobbled to her feet and went back to the couch, sitting back and spreading her legs far apart, her spiked shoes sticking far out in space. The boys lubed up their entire lengths. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mari said, "urgh, I'm so hot," her fingers were digging deeply into her pussy, her free hand was a fist, with a coin under her folded thumb, "I need cock now." She flicked the coin into the air. Trey: "Heads!" Mark: "Tails!" It thumped on the floor...heads. "Urgh, give me that thick black cock," Mari moaned. Trey positioned himself, on his knees, aiming his cock at Mari's wet pussy. However horny she was, Mari wanted Trey to move slowly, not wanting to feel any displeasure from his massive hammer. He slipped the head of his cock in, she let out a tiny gasp. He pushed a few inches in and she pushed her hand against his pelvis. Her depths were parting, his cock felt far larger than it really was. Trey's cock got to the depth she was used to and there was a slight resistance. Half of Trey's cock was still outside of her pussy, he pulled back, letting her relax for a moment, then pushed in. He started fucking her with half of his cock, Mari's back arched. He pushed a few more inches in, exploring parts of her pussy that no man had traversed. He pulled almost all the way out, emptying her pussy. With one long push, he got his whole cock into her tiny body. She threw back her head, her mind exploding with pleasure. She'd cum on that massive black tool. "Yeah-h-h-hhhhh," Trey shouted, watching her convulse on his member. He and Mark high-fived, then Trey got into a squat between her legs, pushing them up and against her chest, her feet high in the air, dangling. Mari felt him increase the speed of his fucking. She didn't know where to put her hands as he reached an animal velocity. They moved around, over her head, on his chest, gripping cushions, rubbing her clit, pulling her nipples. She felt his pelvis hit hers, his balls smacking her asshole, then empty, then their pelvises met. She finally managed to open her eyes and look down, seeing his full length disappear within her, the huge black member slick and a slimy ring of her white pussy cum near its base. Mark was sitting across the room, with a view from behind, seeing Trey's expert pussy pounding skills at work. "You like that big black dick, baby?" Trey asked, breathily. "Oh...oh...I...urghhhhhh...LOVE IT!!" She came hard, screaming her love of his massive member. Trey slowly pulled out of her, she watched his cock reappear, covered in pussy juice. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to a sitting position, pushing his cock into her mouth. She sucked as much as she could, slurping up her own pussy cum, jacking whatever wasn't in her mouth. Mark shot up and replaced Trey, "get on your hands and knees, baby." She hopped up on her hands and knees. She loved doggy and wiggled her butt at Mark like a bitch-in-heat. Mark didn't need to prep here at all, her lips were still spread, a dripping, dark gape presented to him. Mark slide his entire length in easily, causing Mari to jump and groan heavily. He had a vice grip on her hips. His strokes were shorter, faster, harder, and rougher than Trey's, he gave her a ferocious pummeling. Mark brought his face close to Mari's and growled, "you like that? Your pussy getting hammered by my cock? You slut you're so tight? You think you can go back to little dicks after me?" He didn't give her time to respond, he could tell the constant stream of dirty talk was exciting her. He reached around her and rubbed her clit, hard and fast. She was shaking, quaking with her third orgasm of the night building under his intense, punishing fucking. Juices were splattering out of her, ruining the couch cushions below. She let out one hard, heavy moan and came. Mark pushed in hard and pinched her clit, causing an additional wave of pain and pleasure to surge through her. He slowly pulled out of her, and when he was fully free, he gave her tiny butt a good hard slap. She curled slightly and let out another moan with a slight grin. She spun around, pushed Mark back, and began sucking him off. Her head bobbled up and down hard on Mark's tool, his hands behind his head, letting her work him over. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Henry gave Mari a glass of water and let her recover a bit. Mark sat on her right, Trey on her left. They were stroking the members, now slick and shiny with lube, a faint aroma of strawberries now mixed with the heavy odor of raw sex. Mari handed the wattle bottle back to Henry and laid on her side between the two men, Trey at her head, Mark at her butt. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Her heart raced as Mark began fingering her tight rear end, since Trey broke-in her front, he would get to break-in the back. She was giving Trey a light sucking, licking his now-flavored cock. She was bent in an "L" on her side, Mark working a third finger into her ass. The feeling was different from a pussy fucking, a far dirtier feeling, like she was breaking rules. She loved it. Mark was a little rougher than she liked but it was fine, he pulled and moved his hand quickly, opening her up and getting her used to being stretched. She gently tapped Trey's dick on her cheek, while he rubbed her back. She swirled her tongue around his balls while Mark climbed up behind her, positioning himself for entry. He pressed his cock in about an inch, she looked back at him and gasped at the sudden sensation of penetration. A few more inches came in and she moaned, reaching back and pushing his hip, slowing down his progression. His cock was only half way and already she was blind with pleasure, her tight O-ring stretched around Mark. He pulled back and thrust fast in, she groan. His slow deep penetration began again. 7 inches, he pulled back, thrust in. Again! Mari did her best at sucking off Trey, but getting ass fucked by a huge member distracted her sooo much. Mark pull back and gave her one heavy fuck, burying his whole cock in her asshole. Mari let out a shriek that ended in a deep, chortling giggle. The boys laughed in a hardy way, watching her almost launch off Mark's dick, and had he not been holding her, she probably would have. "Urrrhhh, you like that big cock in your ass?" Mark grinding his pelvis against her butt. Her legs shook and her face was a deep red, "yesssss," she hissed, "I've never had so much gorgeous cock in my little butt." Mark began pumping her depths, as best he could laying on his side. Mari relaxed and enjoy the prestigious butt-fucking she was receiving and began sucking Trey's open member. She loved being lit-up-at-both-ends, the alternating thrusts of a cock in her mouth and a cock in her end sent her over the moon. Mark pulled her to her hands and knees and began fucking her ass like he fucked her pussy. He and Trey got a nice rhythm going, never was a cock outside of her. Trey pushed deep into her groaning, moaning throat, while Mark pulled out of her ass; then Mark rammed his cock home and Trey moved back. She rocked as best she could between both thick tools. "Now let's see how nasty this little girl really is," Mark said, fully removing his cock from her ass, she felt air swirling in her gaping, ruined asshole. Without touching it, he grabbed the back of Mari's head, she took his now-spice flavored cock into her mouth, giving him a long, deep suck, looking directly into Mark's eyes, showing him she was as nasty as he wanted. M and H Ch. 01 Trey moved behind her and thrust into her ass as she was giving Mark a thorough tongue cleaning. Ass-to-mouth wasn't her favorite thing, but men seemed to love it. She show her eagerness to obey the cock in front of her. Trey was giving her ass long, fast strokes; emptying and filling her over-and-over. Mark's stream of constant dirty talk made her smile around his cock. He reached down and gave her ass a nice, hard slap. Trey followed by giving her other cheek a good whack. They alternated cheeks, until her butt was red, and she almost fell over in a giggle fit. The stinging mix with the pressure of fucking, delivering mixed signals and almost bringing about another orgasm. Mark grabbed her face and said, "I know what you really want you little tramp. I bet you only really get off on two dicks splitting you in half." Mari's eyes lit up, "give it to me, baby." She moaned and kissed him. Trey had pulled out to reposition, and Mark slid down underneath her. She slammed herself down his cock. It fit like a glove. Mark noticed and bellowed, "hehehe, your pussy's built for us now, you'll never be able to go back to normal guys." Mari giggled, and began to ride Mark. Trey came up beside her face, his cock still glistening with lube, and Mari showed him she was an equal-opportunity ass-to-mouther. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Even with the camera temporarily turned away from her, Mari was riding Mark like he was the last man on Earth. Trey was re-lubing and watching. Henry was waiting for this moment of the show all day. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mark was all the way into Mari's pussy, Trey got behind her and aimed for her slightly gaping, puckered hole. With one thrust he was in her and he sank in balls deep. Mari arched her back, let out a deep animal howl and came again. Mark and Trey's balls were almost touching and Mari was laying on Mark's chest, shuddering, her leg's shaking uncontrollably from being filled with so much meat. They began an alternating fuck, Trey pulled out and Mark bucked up into her. Trey pushed into her as Mark's dick slid down and almost out. They picked up speed and rhythm, she was gushing. Mark was saying something, Trey was stoic, and she couldn't see anything but a blue orgasmic blur. Every ten or fifteen strokes they'd both thrust balls deep, causing a wave or burning heat to shoot through her, starting at her hips, going down her legs, tensing every muscle; shooting to her head, blasting away the world around them. She almost forgot who these men were and what her name was. The girl was making noise with every stroke, whimpers escaped her mouth from aftershocks of orgasm. The girl pushed herself up on her ridge arms and was babbling curse-words, dirty-talk, and moans, even more so than the man in her pussy was. That black dude in her ass was only breathing heavily, like a bull during a charge. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mark and Trey were standing, Mari was curled and twitching on the couch. They had one more position to work her over with. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Trey pushed her on her back and slammed into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he thrust. "Damn, baby, this pussy's gotten so worked over it's like sliding into a hooker," he said in a rare quip. Mari just gave him a surprised look and kissed him. With her arms around his neck, he hooked his powerful arms around her thighs and lifted her up. Gravity took over and she was impaled on his member. She used her tired arms and legs to thrust up on Trey's dick, hanging on in hopes that he wouldn't drop her. She'd never been in this position, but Trey was so strong he easily kept her there. The sound of her hips smacking against his muscly thighs and tight pelvis was loud and squishy. Mark moved behind her and popped his cock into her butthole, she let out a moan and threw an arm back around his neck. All three of them now worked on fucking, Mari shifting her weight up and down, Trey and Mark thrusting up into her. She was surprised she didn't break, she could feel the tight membrane between her pussy and stretched further than it had ever been before. The two cocks practically rubbed against each other they had her so pulled open. Mark let out an "urgh" sound and quickly pulled away, he was finally nearing the edge. Trey must've been close too, he threw her to the couch. She giggled as she bounced up, flowing in the motion to get on her knees between the two guys. She gave them both deep slow slurps, sucking harder, squeezing the soft-skin and large veins against the hardness of their members, working them nearer-and-nearer to the edge. Mark grabbed the back of her head, "open that cum hole up." He let out a heavy scream/moan and shot thick streamers of cum across her face, a few landing on her outstretched tongue. He must've been holding back for weeks he came so much. It was thick and heavy like cream, rolling down her face, dripping on her chest and her legs, tucked under her. Trey grabbed her hair and turned her towards him, he came just as much as Mark did, criss-crossing the streaks of cum on her face. Trey's landed higher, crowning her temple with a circlet of cum, some even landing in her raven hair. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Henry brought the camera in close as Mari gave Mark and Trey some post climax sucking, using their softening tools to push cum into her mouth. She moaned about how much she loved big cocks and smelly sperm. Henry shouted, "that's a wrap! And what a wrap! Holy shit, if I had a free hand I would've be pounding it so hard I just may have torn it off." He helped Mari up to her feet, handing her a water and a towel, "I mean look at this," he pointed to the large bulge in his pants. Mark and Trey were panting on the couch, both sitting splaying out, glistening with sweat, they had softened down now and looked quite normal. Apparently, they were both "growers". They took turns showering and came back, giving a now robed Mari a big hug and a kiss before leaving. Trey shook hands with Henry and Mark gave him a high-five, exiting with a partying shot of dirty talk. Mari's face pinkened a bit. Mari showered and climbed in to bed, extremely tired. The sex had gone on for almost an hour-and-a-half. Henry was at the computer, encoding the video and chatting with the people in the forums. "Well, every sounds exciting about seeing this one, honey," he said. "I don't doubt that," Mari said. She wasn't sleepy-tired, but very fatigued, he looked over his shoulder at her. She had put the shoes back on, for some reason only apparent to her. Her eyes were bright and her skin seemed to glow. She was gorgeous. "I had a whole lot of fun today," she said emphasized, "you'd better give me their numbers for booty calls. I assume you were fine with me doing everything I did today." With a smirk, he turned back to the computer, "of course I was, and don't worry, you don't need to give any up to me tonight, I'm saving myself up for tomorrow," he said, he then turned all the way around in his big, executive-style chair to show an erection tenting his pants, "tomorrow is 'Mrs. Anderson's' day." "Well, I know how you like plastics," she said and they both had a deep laugh. M and H Ch. 02 Mari had never been big on sex. She was small and quiet and tended to keep to herself. Most boys paid no attention to her throughout high school or college, unless they had a "little girl" fetish, then they were just weirdos. Sex, when she had it, was a fairly machine process. One plus one plus one equals three, orgasm, done. Her few boyfriends came and went, and she didn't really mind it happening that way. She was more concerned with finishing college than dating. She shared an apartment with another girl, but kept her half of the place sparsely furnished and clean, except for the books everywhere, stacks and stacks of them. Her closet had nothing but jeans, looser-rather-than-tighter, t-shirts, and sweaters. All basic colors, mostly dark, nothing stand-out-ish. A friend of hers actually commented on this once, noting that there was not one dress or pair of special shoes. Her room mate, Tess, even jokingly pointed out the lack of sex toys. Mari blushed and shrugged her off, not caring for the perversions that others had. Henry was much the same way. He had a girlfriend or two, never really concerned himself with girls. Most were either too shallow for him, in which he out talked and out thought them too easily, or too uptight and feminist-y, in which they would curse him for his perverted male mind. Well, his main problem was that he was a step or two away from being a real otaku. Which is to say, he was a nerd in the extreme. His collection and knowledge regarding the Nerd Arts had very few rivals. He had posters of sci-fi movies, comics books, and cartoon for wallpaper, he made MST3K comments in real life, and he had huge collections of things: toy lines, dvds, comics, manga, and a staggeringly huge amount of porn. The porn was mostly on his computer, but he had a few magazines and dvds laying around. A psychologist would take one look at his computer and question whether or not he was sane. If he were a suspect in a crime, the police would probably use it as evidence against him. Henry had so much he actually categorized it, and had almost every category you could think of (legally think of, he's a nerd, not a freak). His last girlfriend actually left him after discovering the collection on his computer. She was so disgusted by it, she actually said she was going to tell as many girls as possible, tainting the "Date Well" for him. He shrugged her off, too close minded for him. Henry and Mari met at, of all places, a party. It was at the huge flat of some rich friend Henry had. This friend had a girlfriend, who was a friend-of-a-friend of Mari's (a one Tess). Henry's friend was moving out of the country, some job in Japan, and everyone had come to show him off. Henry was there almost completely by accident, only coming over to pick up a box-of-crap from his friend, but he decided to stay. Mari was there after being dragged away from her books. Tess forced Mari to be the +1, in an attempt to get Mari away from the drab and boring room. Henry had spotted Tess from across the room and found her quite fetching. He was also struck by the short girl standing next to her. Though Tess was attractive, but she reminded him too much of his old girlfriend. He decided to attempt to possibly approach the little girl within about two arm lengths. Tess had noticed this, working quickly to maneuver Mari around towards this guy coming near them. Eventually, the two strangers were near each-other and Tess pretended to drop something, bending over and pushing Mari into the guy, causing the cup of water (or what Tess assumed was water, as it was clear and he seemed quite stable) in the guy's hand to spill. The water hit Mari, lucky shot Tess said to herself. "I'm so sorry," Mari began, her voice slightly rasped from not being used that much tonight, she turned toward Tess gave her a look, then turned back, "guess my friend is tipsy and not paying attention." "It's okay," Henry stammered, "entirely my fault, I was off somewhere else." As he said this he had grabbed a napkin off of a nearby table and was padding her chest. Pressing her breast through the thick dark fiber of the sweater she had on. He stopped, his eyes went wide, and his hand took a second to follow the orders his brain was screaming. Mari smirked, actually finding it funny. "Erhm-um," he croaked, quickly pulling his hands away, then handing her the napkin, "...sorry." She started to pat the wet spot on her shirt, which was actually a small spill and probably didn't need it. She gave him an aggravated look (because it was a perfunctory thing to do) but widen her smirk to a smile (telling him it was alright and she wasn't really offended). They talked for a time. That is, Henry talked, Mari more-or-less responded. She found his random and stammering talk kind of cute, in a way, and was glad he seemed intelligent. He was attracted by the fact she had a shell, which he felt was something to be broken. Well, broken may seem too heavy. Cracked, he felt would suffice. They talked for quite a bit longer than either really noticed. So many subjects flew past, the actually lost track of what was talked about. Major, teachers, school, and the waste of money that was a losing set of sports teams. The crowd thinned a little. Star Wars, Star Trek, Babylon 5, and how they both disliked the New Galactica. The crowd was much small now, only a few small groups talking amongst themselves, Tess had vanished, apparently finding a date. The types of people they disliked, the goofiness of fashion styles, and tap dancing around the topic of sex. They were one of the last couples to leave, exiting into the darkened wilderness that was the psuedo-suburbia around the campus of the college. They walked, made small talk as they moved through the night. Each house was the same; same design, same number of windows, same color, same garage, same lawns, same little trees. They were all connected together in one structure per block, the ground level separations were to allow traffic to cross between through building easily, and to access the a small guest parking lot at the centers of some of the apartment complexes. This area around the campus was a buffer zone of a sort, a series of apartments and flats held inside of these cardboard cutout houses. The buffer zone separated the city from the campus, creating a cluster of student housing around the education center. It was attempt to solve the problems of keeping strangers off the campus while housing the student populous that did not commute. They both lived here in different places, but walked towards Mari's. She was nervous, very nervous. She never took guys home and didn't know what would happen. Her heart raced, but when she saw Henry's face in the glow of a streetlight or reflected by a far off light source, she relaxed slightly. His face was round and kind, sort of pudgy and not well shaven. His eyes were big and blue, a penetrating blue. It was a blue, that when you looked directly in them, you were trapped in them, seeing all of his thought processes, seeing him analyze and think, and she found that quite attractive. His lips were a little on the big side, but not all too goofy, and his nose was fairly normal. He was around 5'8", average-ish height, certainly taller than her, a little on the husky side, could stand to lose a few pounds, but nothing grotesque. All-in-all, she thought, he must spend a lot of time at a computer. She noticed, though, that she was having an effect on him, his pants tenting every now-and-then. Henry was excited. His last relationship was a trainwreck followed by a plain crash followed by a hurricane, and it almost had a complete set of gawking onlookers. He was slightly worried though, he felt like he was talking too much, but couldn't stop himself. He was sure he'd scare Mari off by spouting too many facts or trivia on any given topic. But, she was smiling. Her smile stretched across her whole face, wide and bright. She had an oval head, her jaw was round but slightly strong, well strong for a small girl. Her hair was long a dark brown, so brown, it looked black, especially now. Her eyes were round, brown, and alert, moving from object-to-object quickly, but focusing things that seemed to matter to her. She was little, so little it triggered the "macho, tough, stupid, frat guy" part of his mind, which questioned, "dude, I wonder what it's like to make it with a small chick." Luckily, he never listened to that part of his mind, well not-never, but he mostly kept that part quiet, mostly. Although she wore baggy, dark clothing, he could still discern most of her figure. This was a skill, as he considered it, from years-and-years of girl watching. Well, with a girl like Mari, it was actually quite easy. Her breasts were small, noticeable, but small. Her butt was small too, but had enough roundness to tell him that, like her breasts, there was something there. His earlier, accidental grope fed more into his mental figure computer. They got to Mari's apartment, still chattering and joking. But, as they got to the top of the stairs, Mari slunk. On the doorknob, there was a hair scrunchie, bright and neon green. She went up to and flicked it, "well, looks like this one's taken." Henry leaned against the door jam, "'tis a shame," he said. Mari's heart jumped. Should she got to this boy's place. Normally, when Tess claimed the room like this, she'd find some place to kill time, library (if it was open) or in the lobby or someplace. "Well, I don't know where to go," she said, which was, actually, giving him permission to say: "There's always my place. It's only a two blocks that-a-way." He pointed. She put on a hard, serious thinking face and said, "well, you don't seem like a psycho." He chortled, "well, I don't eat my victims." She laughed fairly loudly, and was actually flabbergasted at what to say. They left together, heading down stairs and out into the night. As they left Henry put in, "believe me, once you see my stuff, you'll know I'm perfectly harmless...or you'll run in terror from the huge nerd." =.=.=.=.=.=.= "Holy shiii....you weren't kidding," Mari said, in perfect astonishment, looking at the five shelves of his place, filled with figures and models. Jets, classical robots, Gundams (figures AND models), Nintendo characters, trains, Pez dispensers, and even a few girls in their underwear or some type of barbarian get up, muscled, oily, and sword wielding. He lit the room with only a desk lamp, though he had a ceiling lamp/fan. He did this so naturally, it seemed that he wasn't thinking of mood. But it did set the mood, rather nicely considering neither of them really knew how to set a mood. They chatted a bit more, but it was a little awkward and a bit out of place. Eventually they were quiet together, looking around the room at random things, nothing really registering. Until, they met each-other's eyes, staring into one another. They drew closer, moving a bit too quickly, and as their lips were about to meet—clack! "Owwy, ow, owha, ha , ha," they both echoed, slightly differently but the same message came across, they'd clacked front teeth and were both caught in an interminable laughing fit. They laughed and feel against each other more naturally, their arms wrapping around each other, they kissed deeply. The connection was made and the wires crossed, electricity passing between them as the pressed together. They fell over, pushing the energy up with small kisses, hands wandering up-and-down each-other's backs, hips pressed together. Henry had one hand on her pert butt and ground his erection against her. She moaned softly in the kiss, one of her arms under his head, wrapped around, holding his lips to hers. The other was under his shirt, his body was so warm. Sometime, a few years or decades later, they pulled apart, a thin string of saliva between their two mouths. Mari had never kissed anyone like that, never felt a heat like that. She could see in Henry's eyes, it was something new for him too. Henry could see in her eyes, the words unspoken, the wide begging for carnal contact, that desperate request for skin-to-skin contact. He ran his hands up her back, under the heavy sweater. She did the same, their warm stomachs making contact. They entered another long kiss, they both felt a heaviness that kept the tops on, which only wanted them to feel the molten heat of one-another's flesh more. They broke again, things moving quicker now, the build up was too much for either of them, cups overflowing. Mari shot up onto her knees and helped Henry get that sweater off, he returned the favor with shirt. Her small hands were at his neck and she showed him her broad smile. He managed to get her bra off, only having to look behind her once, it only had a single clasp, a low-tier difficultly bra. They both giggled as they made full chest-to-chest contact. She pushed him back onto the bed, her tight legs squeezing his pelvis. He pulled her up and swirled his tongue around one of her nipples, a small hard eraser-head, he wrapped his mouth around her small breast. She moaned and let out gentle giggles as he alternated between her breasts and alternated the suckling and licking. He easily rolled her on her back and kissed her flat tummy. His stubble tickled her her and she curled up and laughed as he moved down, not missing a beat. He untied and tugged off her right boot, while she handled her left. He gently but firmly pushed her back to the pillow and unfastened her jeans. He pulled them down, slowly, one leg at a time, letting the cool air of the apartment hit her thighs, her calves, her ankles. He kissed her calf, and stared at her, his bright eyes meeting her's, anticipation overwhelming. He clawed under her butt, found the band of her panties and yanked them up and over her toes in a swift motion, the white fabric a blur, disappearing somewhere into his room. Mari's heart was in her throat as Henry kissed his way down her thighs. She'd rarely found someone that wanted to do this to her, but Henry was more than willing. When his lips touched her inner thigh and she let out a sigh, closed her eyes and rolled her head back. The time between that peck and when she felt his tongue on her clit seemed like a stretch of forevers. When his tongue landed and moved up her lips and over her clit, her back arched and she inhaled deeply. His tongue swirled slowly, moving around her nub, causing her to grab the sheets. His tongue picked up speed, swirling, darting, moving back-and-forth, up-and-down, flicking, building a tight knot up in her stomach. His lips would closed around her and the hard suck he produced shot up through her, rippling into her throat, producing a moan. One of his hands was on her breast, pinching her nipple. His other hand was cupping her butt, but was moving toward her pussy lips. Henry licked his finger and slowly pushed it into Mari's pussy. She was tight, so tight he wondered if he'd even be able to get his finger past the first knuckle. Put he firmly soldiered on, sending his adventuring digit further into the little girl above him. He kept his tongue pummeling going. She was whimpering slightly, telling him to go slow. Her scent was all around him as he finally got his finger all the way inside. He slowly withdrew it. She gasped slightly and looked down at him with a grin. His finger went back in, much easier this time. He returned the grin. She was quickly used to his intruding finger, he lined up a second. This went in easier as well, Henry's fingers looking larger than they really were with her small pussy lips around them, glistening in the glow of the room light. He fingered and licked her, she steamed towards an orgasm. He moved his fingers faster and faster, but not so fast or so hard to hurt her. His tongue and mouth being as random as possible, driving her upward-and-upward towards the ending she was hoping for. It happened! She came, her back arched and she screamed, the world blew away and she could think of nothing but a white glow. Henry's fingers slowed, and withdrew. He kissed her pussy and crawled up her body. She didn't care that his breath tasted like her when they kissed. She wrapped her arms around him, writhing beneath him. "Hmmm, never happened like that before," she said, thoroughly satisfied, "most guys won't even consider doing that." "Well," he said, laying next to her and rolling her against him in a cuddling embrace, "most guys lack the obsessive compulsiveness of a nerd when given a problem that needs solving involving the use of his hands. And, I read A LOT of dirty books." She smiled, pushed him on his back and laid on top of him, "well, then I can guess what you're expecting." He nodded and said kind of awkwardly, "well, have you done that, I mean, have you..." She smiled and touch a finger to his lips, "don't worry, I've read a dirty novel or two myself." She moved between his legs, she used her tiny fingers to unbutton his jeans, but managed to grab the zipper in her teeth and pull it down. He had kicked his shoes off earlier, and she yanked his pants off, a few "c'mons" and giggling and he was laying there in his underwear. A bulge, fairly good-sized to Mari's eyes, it actually pulled the band of his briefs off his body. She kissed the top of the bulge, hooked her thin fingers into the white band, and pulled them down. His penis flopped out, bouncing up and down, released from its cotton imprisonment. She was on her hands-and-knees between his legs, her cool fingers wrapped around the erection in front of her. For her hands, it was over two hand widths, probably about six inches in length. It was thick enough for her, definitely larger than a D battery, more the thickness of a flashlight. It had a foreskin, something she never saw before, outside of a text book, but the foreskin was small. He seemed almost "half circumsized". She smiled up at him, licked the head, and said in a sultry voice, "do you prefer it called a cock or dick." He grinned at the dirty words coming from her mouth, "cock, honey." "Well, do you want me to suck your cock," she put a slight emphasis on the last word. She was stroking him with both of her hands in a loose grip, enough for the skin of his cock to get used to being hard. "I want you to wrap those cute little lips around my cock and make me forget about the universe," he gently ran a finger across her mouth. She moved up and took the head into her mouth, wrapped her cute little lips around it, forming a tight seal around the head. She sucked hard, her cheeks concaving and she pulled her mouth back up the head of his cock, slowly revealing it again. A slurp came out of her lips as she pulled off it, Henry jolted, his left leg kicking slightly. Mari looked into his eyes and smiled. She held his gaze and took the head of his cock plus another inch into her mouth. Henry was pinching every pelvic muscle he had as Mari continued. Her big, round eyes staring up at him with his cock in her mouth was almost too much for him. He held the gaze with her as long as possible, but when she started moving her head up and down and the slushing noise started, he had to look at the ceiling and think of England. He instinctively put a hand on her head, both applying gentle pressure and stroking her hair. His other hand was gripping the side of the bed, a handle which he'd hoped would provide him with more muscle power to control his building orgasm. Mari had about four inches of his cock in her mouth, not a deepthroat but he wasn't about to complain. She had one of her alabaster hands around the base, fingers gripping him tightly, holding him there so she could work him with her mouth. Her other hand was moving all over him, squeezing his thigh or running up his belly and chest or moving to his mouth, so he could kiss or suck her finger tips. She began to hum and moan in her throat, a vibration running through his stone manhood, reverberating into him. M and H Ch. 02 "Urg, yeah," he managed. She picked up the pace. He was breathing heavily, shaking, trying to produce even one second more of pleasure, "ohhh, I'm...I'm gonna cummm." She released him from her mouth and began jacking him hard, he arched his back and exploded. His cum shot high into the air, mostly landing on him, the first shot, was actually angled so it flopped onto Mari's face. A thick strand lay across the bridge of her nose and dripped down one cheek. Rather than be grossed out or offended, she was laughing and giggling with delight, apparently enjoying watching him cum. When he had softened and recovered, she was still sitting there, but was swirling the puddle on his slightly rounded belly with her finger tip. "You could try it," he said watching her, "it's not like it's poisoned." "I don't know," she said, "it's always been too acidy for me." "Well, whenever I wanted to learn to eat a new food, I'd try it more than once. In fact, it takes a while to get used to something's taste." "Oh really, are you suggesting that we'd be doing this again." He smiled, very wide. She scooped up some of the cum on her finger and put it in her mouth. She winced but didn't complain. "One thing," he said, grabbing a tissue box from the floor beside the bed. He gently used a piece to wipe the white line of cum off of her face. They both cleaned him off, tossing the used tissues near the trash bin, not caring about missing it. They fell back into bed and relaxed for a bit. "You know," he said, "whenever I cum, I usually don't feel like sleeping immediately afterward." "Hmmm, I don't really feel like sleeping, either," she responded. "It's pretty late, but I'm hungry, and I think there are some snacks we could put together, in the kitchen." "Sure." =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= They sat in bed, he stayed naked, she put on his shirt, and ate crunchy pita chips and garlic hummus, and several forms of crackers and chips with cheese. They still had things to talk about. Mostly, it was about the crap all over his room, the books she had collected, and random stories related to sex. "There is one thing you should know about me," he said, somewhat reluctantly. "What, hon," she said, a little put off by him being reluctant to say something. "Well, my last relationship ended because of one of the things I collect, and I figure I might as well come out and tell you about it, before we get to far into things with a possibility of things falling apart." She didn't say anything but looked a little worried. He said, "I have a lot of porn." She grinned, relieved, "well, I don't have a problem with it, guys always have porn collections." "No, no, no," he said smiling at the response, "I don't mean, 'I have a lot of porn', in the sense of 'oh look, a stack of magazines that comes up to my knees'. I mean it in the sense of 'holy hell, do you have a life outside of masturbating, you perv?!'" She seemed to take this as a witty bit of perversion, but still blushed, "don't worry, collect all the porn you want! It really doesn't bother me." He sighed and looked as if a heavy burden had been removed, Mari said, "were you worried about that all night?" "A little," it seemed a bit ridiculous to him in hindsight, but was still surprised at a girl's reaction to it. He smiled and shrugged it off, "well, may be I can show you it sometime." "Well, well aren't you a naughty boy," Mari said, bringing herself close to him and the steadily building erection between his legs, "talk about porn with a girl must have hurried your recovery and made ready for another round, I see." He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. Her tiny hand was wrapped around his bundle of steel, stroking it up and down. He pulled her shirt up, she raised her arms, and the shirt was off and back in the clothing pile in the middle of the room. She pushed him back, laying him flat on the bed. They both grabbed the food plate, Henry almost knocking it off the bed, and tossed it to the ground. She threw her leg over him and rubbed his hard penis against her sensitive clit. Henry reaching under the bed, as best he could in this position, and pulled out a box of condoms. She grinned and said, "good idea." He pulled one out, tore the packet open with his teeth, and stuck his thumbs into the rolled rubber. He stretched it out a few times, pulling it wide and contracting it quickly around ten times. Mari giggled at this and he winked up at her, "don't want it too binding", he said. He took it and placed the ring around the head of his cock, they both rolled it down, pressing gently but firmly, sheathing his sword in a lubed latex bubble. Mari positioned it at her entrance, slowly pressing herself down on it. She was so tight, the resistance so heavy, his cock actually bent slightly against her weight pressing on it. Just when it seemed impossible, when it seemed his cock would fold or flop to one-side, her pussy relented and the head and about an inch of his cock entered her. His cock was being crushed on her tight twat, she slowly pushed herself lower, her eyes pinched shut as he split her. It took her decades to get his whole length inside, the invading member causing her to whimper, Henry moaned and groaned as her tightness surrounded his manhood. When they finally completed the puzzle, the two pieces fully connected, they grasped each-other in a mutual, heavy hug and they locked lips. Her legs pushed up, her pussy emptied, she gasped at the feeling. She thrust her small hips down again, engulfing his now pussy greased member. Her humping sped up, she impaled herself, riding him, her arms around his neck as she groaned. Their eyes were locked together, they stared into each-other's souls as Mari rode. "Wanna...switch...top and bottom," Henry gasped. Mari could only nod. She thrust herself all the way down him, her wrapped his arms around her, and they rolled over. Mari was on her back, her arms around his neck and shoulders, and her legs wrapped around Henry's waist, her feet locked near the small of his back. Her legs helped push and control his thrusting, urging him into a steady, long-stroke fuck pace. She whimpered "yeahs" and "yeses" as they re-established their soul merging gaze. Henry's thrusts were starting to get erratic as he steaming towards the finish, Mari was with him all the way. As she reached her climax for the second time that night, she felt the stinging, burning sensation of Henry's cum filling the condom in her pussy. Her legs straightened, shaking and kicking, her arms in a deathgrip around Henry's shoulders. Henry ground himself hard against her, trying to push more cock than he actually had into her, bull-like. They were dozing, Henry on top of her, holding her, Mari's legs splayed out and her arms held onto him. Things seemed to snap back for both of them at the same time, he pulled his softened cock out of her and rolled over. Mari curled into him, laying her head on his chest. Henry snapped the condom off and waved it in front of her. She sneered and then giggled at the wet, pussy-covered, cum-filled latex. He crawled up and meandered to the bathroom, his legs weak and unsteady. She heard him piss and flush the toilet, evidently discarding the condom at the same time. He walked back in, clicked the light off, and came back to bed, pulling the comforter around them. They fell asleep in each-other's arms, warm and secure. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= "Wow, you look relaxed for the first time in...well, I don't know when," Tess exclaimed as Mari entered the apartment the next morning, "and you usually don't stay out ALL night, even when I have a gentlemen caller. So, who was he? A huge football player?" Mari flopped on the couch, a wide smile of satisfaction and near-nirvana-level bliss was across her face. She said, "nooooo, he was a nice boy. A nerdy guy who lives about a block from here in another apartment." Tess lept onto the couch next to Mari, "Tell! Me! Everything!" "Oh no no no, I'm not kissing and telling," Mari said, waving her hand, "but it was great. He was really sweet and nice. It felt fantastic." "Well, I'm really proud of you," Tess said, patting Mari's head, "you've had a one-night-stand and it was a successful one." "Actually, we're going out to dinner tomorrow night," Mari said, smiling and going into the bathroom to shower for the day. A day of frustrating boredom as, for the first time in a long, long while, she could only think of sex. M and H Ch. 03 A year had past since Mari and Henry met at that party. Since then, they've become quite the couple. A few months after the first meeting, they moved into Henry's place together, a few months after that, Henry graduated, and a few months after that, they moved into a small house in the suburbs together. Mari still attended classes and was on her way to graduating, Henry had an entry-level job at an ad agency. The sex had been great, for a while. She was on the pill and the bare fucking felt millions of times better than the condomed fucking. They had so much to learn about each other sexually, it took a long while for the spark to begin to fade. It wasn't long after they moved into the little house, that they could feel one another slip apart. The love was there, it would never fade or falter anytime soon, but sexually, they could feel a small distance forming between them. Mari was worried about it. Henry mentioned his ex-girlfriends and how they grew apart and separated, Mari didn't want that to happen with this relationship. When that small blot of emptiness crept into her feelings, she didn't think much of it at first, assuming it was something temporary, but she noticed that it didn't go away. The heated loving making and exchanged passions were what drove her, she'd figured out that she needed the carnal contact with Henry. He felt it, too. Mari was his life, death, and resurrection. He swam in her love, he needed her with him always, needed her touch, her warmth. He'd never felt this way about someone and didn't want the feeling to go away. As soon as the slightest amount of boredom came to the bedroom, he'd been formulating a plan to keep the fires burning. His plan wasn't really a plan, more like an action he'd hoped would keep things going. Mari had practically told him to figure out the problem while she was in class, and Henry came up with one, primary idea: show Mari some raunchy porn. He'd shown her some of this before, but they kept it strictly in the realms of "sensible" porn. Stuff that was hardcore, but very high quality movies. Porn that bordered the definitions of "movie" and "film". Vivid was the main company, along with the shorter scenes from sites like Brazzers. Mari seemed to like these, though she found the scenarios absolutely silly, and most of the girl's overacting orgasms were just goofy to her. At first, she just played around with Henry's whims, watching the movies more to please him then enjoy them. However, the acts displayed on the screen caused a twinge in Mari's naughty bits, and soon she had Henry between her legs, watching porn while love making. Now, Henry decided to show her something more on the nasty side of things. He had picked a few scenes out that just may cause another twinge in Mari. Mari came home after an early Saturday class, a special once-in-a-while-thing. Henry was at the computer, waiting, when she came in. He had occasionally masturbated while alone and grown used to her walking in on him. Normally she'd let him finish, but today, he motioned for her to come over and sit with him. Slightly put off, but not unpleasantly surprised, she said, "hmmm, you've got something naughty in mind, don't you. You have that—look." He had an erection tenting up his shorts, which she flicked with her finger when she sat on his leg. He smiled and pointed to the movie on the screen, which he had chosen as the first to show her. It was some sort of public sex movie, already underway. Mari noticed this and instantly turned red. She'd never thought of sex out of the house. The couch was as adventurous as she thought. She saw a blonde chick, naked and fucking a guy in a van, which moved through some anonymous streets somewhere, but probably some western city like LA. She had huge fake tits on a flat, well-honed tummy, a really nice ass, and some nice legs. She sounded ditzy, but her brains weren't going to be used much in this vid, or so Mari thought. Mari watched as the couple slammed and humped all over the van, her hand was rubbing on the tight crotch of her dark blue jeans. Henry was rubbing his erection, paying more attention to Mari's face then the movie. Then, the couple in the video hopped out of the van, ran onto a freeway overpass walkway and started fucking above the traffic. Mari gasped at this, her little fingers digging at her pants, as the cars passing below the couple honked horns in support of raw outdoor fucking. When the couple got back in the car, Mari turned to Henry and said, "I've never thought of that!" Her hands were still trying to get at her pussy though the coarse denim. Henry said, "I have more planned to show you today. You want a chair to sit in a watch with me?" Mari giggled, stood up and motioned for Henry to get a chair. So they sat, naked and masturbating next to each other. They watched more of the van screwing movie, a giantess with huge breasts, eventually screwing in some (apparently random) guy's backyard (but probably a friend of a producer or something), and she got tossed into the pool and left behind. Mari actually laughed at this, remarking how she'd never let it happen. Then a small Indian girl (dot-head Indian, not woo-woo-woo Indian) with huge round breasts. She was given the once over in the fan, forced to fuck in front of a crowd outside of the vehicle's open door, and even bent over outside of the van, on a public street corner. Mari came while watching this one. "So," Henry said, "I guessed you enjoyed it, honey?" Mari looked at him and smiled, "yeah baby, that was hot. I've never liked PDAs but are you hinting for us to do something?" "Maybe," Henry said, with a guilty little smile on his face, "I thought it'd keep our love making fresh and new. Maybe try something different or exciting and even a little scary." "Well, well, honey, we have tomorrow. No school on Sunday, and a few sales are happening at the mall. Maybe we could shop then have some fun." "So I hold you purse and then you reward me for it?" "Something like that baby, but I think you need to help finish something today." She said this dropping to her knees between his legs, taking his hard, precum dripping member into her mouth. She took most of his length into her mouth. Henry's cock had become a normal object in her mouth and throat, and she was getting really good at taking him. It didn't take long under her practiced tongue, her powerful suction, and her noisy slurping to bring Henry to a climax. He filled her mouth and she dutifully swallowed every drop. =.=.=.=.=.=.= The next day they were in a department store, Mari trying on various articles of clothing. Henry had convinced her to show a little more of her little body off. So, she'd actually bought a skirt or two. They were longer, but they were skirts. Her heels were slowly progressing up the height scale, two or three inches were regularly mixed in with her flats. Right now she stood looking in the mirror outside of a dressing room. She had on a tight, black tank top with thin spaghetti straps. The skirt was bright red with some fiery, flaring yellows and reds worked in a pattern around it. The material was light and airy and flowed and swung around her as she moved. The shoes were black, strapy sandals with a chunky two inch heels. Henry stood watching her. "Mmm, now that's a cute little girl," he said. Mari blushed and she said, "you like?" By way of response, he moved behind her and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and touching her hips. His hands discovered a smoothness on her hips under the dress, he did not expect. He asked, in a whisper, "are...are wearing panties?" She pushed her hips back against him and said, "well, I think I could wear this for the fun later." His hand found her chin and he turned her face towards his and they met in an intense kiss. They were interrupted by some chunky, bun-haired busy-body with a sharp and grinding "ahem." They pulled away from each other and eyed the woman with dagger stares. The woman (wearing a green leopard skin vest, tight caprie pants, and white shoes, her cankled feet overly stuffing them) looked aghast at the young lover's heated embrace in the public setting. Mari, who would've shrunk away from Henry at this gaze only two days ago, now pressed herself into his arms with a large smile and a small moan. The woman was ready to shout, red-faced when Mari finally said, "oh lover, I think I'd better change back so I don't mess in these clothes before buying them." Henry, startled at Mari's vulgarity, his erection a bar of lead, "good idea, baby. I'd hate to see that skirt get all wet." The woman's nostrils flared, she raised a finger to scold them, but Mari walked to the changing room and Henry walked back through the store, they both ignored the woman, which drove her anger higher. Henry pretended to look through some jeans, but kept an eye out for that woman. She seemed to hover in the same areas he did. Mari came out, they took the cloths to the register, checked-out and went to the car. Mari had a devious grin on her face and told him to keep watch around the car, while she hopped into the back seat to change. Soon, she was back out, in the little, cute outfit and hanging on his arm. =.=.=.=.=.=.= They had decided to do this as spontaneously as possible, but they planned a few things early that day. Near the mall was a series of alleyways, which only trash trucks went through along with the occasional local, using them as a cut through of some kind. The alleys were behind and between a series of stripmalls and apartments, and the local sets of suburban houses. They'd driven through there for almost an hour, scoping out the traffic and activity in the place. No pedestrians, not many cars, and few workers/residents of the stores/apartments went through there. Navigating the alleyways took several minutes, so it could never make a good short cut. These alleys were on the next block over from the mall, so Henry and Mari just walked over, holding hands and chattering like they did back in school. They entered the alley complex, made their way to a nook in the wall on the business side of things. No doors opened into this nook, it couldn't be seen from any road, and the apartment's view of it was obscured by a wall, which was covered in overgrowth. The nook was about ten feet long and set about a foot-and-a-half, two feet into the building. Mari leaned back against the building and pulled Henry, by his open over shirt, into the nook area, they kissed. It was a feral kiss, she growled as their lips met, his hands clawed at her body. They locked like this for several lengths of time, coming up for air only when needed, and sometimes ignoring the need for it all together. Once they had sufficiently tried to maul each other, they pulled apart, breathing deep, heavy breaths. Mari got into a squat in front of Henry, hitching the loose skirt up to show him her bare, moist pussy. She bit her lower lip and fumbled trying to open his pants too quickly. But, she persevered and his erection swung out, free and strong, swaying in the midday air. Then, she took him, his length was in her throat, one lunge forward and she had him. Her nose pressed hard against his body as she finally got that last inch of his cock into her mouth. Henry moaned, loudly at first, but quickly cutting it off. He could see her smile around his erection. The blowjob she gave him could only be described as brutal. He didn't even touch her and she was slamming his cock into her mouth, thick strands of spit slushing and shirking out of her mouth, stretching from her chin to her chest, the tank top moistened thoroughly by saliva. He had to pull her away from his cock, her eyes, wild and alive, locked with his, the sex in this alley was so much for her to process, she was beside herself. He pushed her against the wall as she wiped her mouth on her arm, which didn't really help. He lifted her skirt up and handed it off to her, Mari held it bunched up at her waist, his mouth wrapping around her bare clam. She arched her back, grabbed his head, and thrust her hips forward. She was incredibly wet, her feminine juices practically splattered onto his face. His finger was almost unnecessary but he used it anyway. Her orgasm came quickly, her hips grinding onto his face, working his oral skills as much as she could, milking the explosive contact of his slightly whiskered face against her burning sex. He quickly stood up and spun her around, bent her over against the inset of the nook, parallel to the building's back, the feral instinct triggering in him. He lined up his erection with her glistening lips and drove his hero home. She groaned and arched again, his penetration drove deep inside her. It wasn't long before he was slamming her, the sound of their hips smacking together echoed obscenely down the alley. They were drenched in sweat, part sexual, part from the fevered panic at the possibility of discovery. Discovery. Discovered. Henry had noticed her. The woman from the store. His fucking slowed. Mari turned around to whisper why, a pleading gaze on her face, her animal want still near the surface. She saw him looking down the alley, white with fright, she followed his eyes. She saw the woman. Henry was frozen. Mari started up and pushed her skirt back down. The woman had a smug look of satisfaction on her face, she had her arms crossed, triumphant. The sound of sirens was blaring close and getting closer. Henry quickly shoved his, now soft member into his pants, zipped, grabbed Mari's arm, and ran. Mari looked at him, surprise, lust, enjoyment, excitement was all over her face. Running from the cops for having sex in public. Her heart was flying. The cops were in the alleyway now, hunting for the lovers, four sets of feet hitting the pavement in a run, two were the cops, two were Mari and Henry's. They could hear the cops call to each other, they'd split up, an attempt to box Henry and Mari in. Lucky for the scouting earlier, they maneuvered the alleys like pros. The sound of the uniformed police officers shoes clapped behind them, but they had such a huge head start, and knew the escape routes, they were out of the alley before the cops even knew where they had gone in the first place. Henry and Mari didn't run immediately back to the car, knowing the woman may go back to the mall parking lot, seeing as she was now unsuccessful in getting the young lovers in trouble. They ran through the neighbor hood, about a block, turned the corner and stopped. They were panting heavily, both from the thrill of the sex and the thrill of the chase, and a little from the fact they weren't exactly peak condition runners. Mari's eyes were bright, Henry's were bright, they looked into each other. A new feeling had emerged, mixing with the old. Perversity. The normalcy of the old sex was gone and now they could only do things with a hint of danger in them. They'd still make love in bed, but now, they'd be hunting for the thrill. The want of the perversion would never go away, it would fill any void created in their sexual relationship. Alice had no fucking clue what the rabbit hole really was, for Henry and Mari had discovered the real deal. They walk, arm-in-arm around the block, to another street that ran perpendicular to the alley ways. They went down it, actually moving away from the malls and alleys. They found the next parallel-to-the-alley street, turned down it and moved back towards the malls. They moved past the streets immediately adjacent to the malls and came back down another street perpendicular to the malls. Eventually, they worked their way back to the parking lot, taking random turns, staying away from the alleyway's blocks. No cops around the lot where they parked, but they quickly got in their car. Mari looked over at Henry and said, her voice thick and throaty, "I love you." Henry returned her gaze, returned with his own hoarse voice, "I love you, too." They smiled, new smiles, the smiles that carnivores have and kissed, another feral exchange. Disengaging, Henry started the car, "I think I know where we can finish this all off," he said. Mari just sat back, crossed her legs, letting the material of the dress move up her thighs, showing more leg than she'd ever shown before, her ravenous grin was all she needed to respond to him. =.=.=.=.=.=.= They drove out of the mall's lot, slowly moving the small car, a Ford Escort from the late 90s, through the meandering crowds, past families and old people, waiting as irresponsible SUV drivers backed out without looking of signaling, and eventually got to the exit onto the street. As they sat waiting for traffic to clear, Mari saw something out of the passenger window. Henry looked. Standing right there, slack jawed, rage boiling to the surface, was the woman. Traffic cleared. Mari and Henry flicked her off. Double middle fingers thrust proudly toward her. They pulled onto the road. The woman's handbag smashed against the car's side. =.=.=.=.=.=.= Mari had walk sensually into the backyard of their house. It had normal wire fencing, but lots of foliage was around it. Against the back of the little house, which had powder blue siding, were bushes that came to around chest height. These were next to the central air system. Not enough space there. A tree grew in the middle of the twenty-foot-by-twenty-foot yard, too small to afford protection from neighbor glances. At the back of the yard, there was a tool shed instead of a garage, some previous owner wanted more yard space. The shed sat slightly off center in the back of the yard and next to it was a small patio. This small patio had tree's on the side of it, the side that shared a fence with the next-door neighbor, which were small and nothing more than trunks with a few small branches and leaves on it. The afforded a screen on that side. The back of the patio had a little privacy fence, which completely obscured a view from behind. The shed blocked the view from the other side. The only way someone could see into this patio space was by leaning over the wire fence and looking into it. But that possibility, was the whole point. Mari walked straight to this area and sat on one of the two black wire chairs that sat there, on either side of a matching, small, glass-top table. She chose the one closest to the corner where the trees and fence met. Henry had to piss after being interrupted and losing his earlier erection, so he did that and came out into the yard, his cock out as he crossed the lawn, and he presented it to her. She took it into her mouth, working him back to his full hardness. She said between strokes of her expert oral work, "what if the neighbors see us, baby." The question wasn't asked with any sort of fright, more as a general poser. Henry responded, "then they'll have to take notes. Maybe they'll learn something." She laughed-out-loud and he grabbed her up, sat her on the table and spread her legs apart. The skirt was wet in places where it came in contact with her pussy, she kept herself on a roller coaster the entire time home, only stopping when she distracted his driving too much. "Tell me you want it, here, in the backyard, in full view of the neighborhood," he said, a hushed whisper in her ear, his voice flushed with lust. She responded, her voice whining to get fucked, "give your big cock right here. I want them to watch." He obliged, sliding his length into her. They locked eyes, her legs hooked around his arms, one of her arms bracing her on the table, the other around his neck. His fucking picked up speed immediately. She moaned and groaned as he steamed along. The train was now unstoppable, only with its arrival at the station would it finish. Neither cared if anyone saw them, partly they hoped for it. Stranger's eyes leering, exploring their exposed bodies, the carnal acts they committed on that small table in that little yard. Seeing everything, every thrust, every shudder, every moan. M and H Ch. 03 Henry and Mari came together. M and H Ch. 04 Mari graduated today, the audience giving the group of graduates a standing ovation as they cleared off the stage. The crowd, running down to meet the grads as they exited the area in which they sat in the middle of the school's football field, was stuffy and slow, too slow for Henry. He had snuck out of the stands and was already waiting for Mari, hoping to intercept her before her family got to her. When she walked across the stage, he got the familiar arousal, noticing she was showing bare legs in strapy, three-inch heels. When he found Mari amongst the graduates, they collided in an embrace and a kiss. Henry realized why he got that aroused feeling when seeing her move across the stage, even though she wore a shapeless black gown. Underneath it, he could feel no sign of other clothing. By proof of this theory, she had him slip a hand in one of the side holes of gown (which were designed to allow the graduates to reach pockets in clothing underneath), all Henry could feel was soft smooth flesh. They hurried out of the field area and went onto the general campus, they were making a beeline to their favorite hidden spot. It had been six months since their first experience in the wild. Those six months had been filled with experimentation outdoors. The backyard was a prominent spot, the living room of the small house was too, with the front window open to the world. Away from the home, they generally let a spot cool down for a week or two or three after using it. The nook in the alleyway was hot for a few weeks after their first attempt there, but after enough time, they went back, actually completing the deed the second time. The park had a few places, but during the warmer days of late spring/early summer, all were too visible. The wooded area off of the freeway was fun, but really vulnerable. You couldn't hear approaching people until they were right on top of you. They found a spot on the school campus which, when class was in and no large groups of students were around, was nearly perfect, especially for a quickie. And, even though there was the graduation crowd today, they couldn't hold anything back. It was situated between two of the larger buildings, a grassy inset. It was about twenty-feet deep and eight-to-ten-feet wide, small trees and bushes and flowers were in the middle of the inset. The back of the inset extended past the two buildings and was fenced in on two sides, with another building on the back of it, meaning that no one went back there unless they wanted privacy. Several larger trees grew around these fences, blocking a direct view of the inset from behind. The fence on the left side (when you entered the front of the inset) was shallowly set, only a foot of space available. This side was also visible to the grads right now, should they turn and look into the inset, who were filing across campus right now. The right side, however, provided about five feet of space, and was practically caged by trees. On the shallow side of the inset, another couple had the same idea Henry and Mari had. A blonde chick, tanned, toned, with large implants, was bent over, being fucked by some douchey looking guy with greasy spiked hair. Henry and Mari snuck into the five-foot "safe" side. The other couple did watch them, but it didn't phase their screwing. Henry could only think of the term "amateurs" when seeing them. There was no way those two wouldn't get caught on that side. Seems as though lust had beaten out logic for them. Mari unzipped the front of the robe, pillowey flesh exposed, she put her hands on Henry's head, pulled him close, and they engaged in a lusty kiss. "Congratulations," Henry said, in between kisses. "Thank-you, lover," Mari returned, as Henry dropped between her legs. She held his head as his tongue went to work and she let out a squeaky moan. His tongue felt so good after a day of being teased by the smooth fabric of the black robe. All throughout the ceremony, every move she took, the black robe would bounce and rub against her, causing little shivers across her body. Now the cool noon-time air touched her bare tummy and breasts, and Henry's tongue and fingers were building the knots of pleasure inside. They traded positions, Henry against the wall and Mari in a squat. They moved quickly, wanting to rub one fuck out before anyone noticed the lover birds across the inset. She had the mortar board on, her mouth around him, her head bobbing on him. Henry said, in a voice just above a whisper, "so this must be the skill that earned your degree." Mari moaned a "mmhmm", sending a vibration up his stalk and into his body. He grabbed her arm and stood her up, yanking the robe off and hanging it on a convinent tree branch. Mari's naked flesh caught the sunlight and glowed softly. She spun around and bent over, emulated the other couple across the inset. Those two were still going, the blonde was being very vocal, which Henry thought was another amateurish trait, it'd just mean they'd be found out sooner. Henry slide into Mari, she shivered and looked back at him with a smile. He built up speed quickly, partly because of the blonde's moaning and partly so they wouldn't be looked for by Mari's family. The tassel on Mari's mortar board swung wildly as they fucked, she held back the sounds she wanted to make. Her body holding in so much sexual energy, it only caused the sexual furnace inside her to burn harder. She orgasmed, just the one, but enough to hold her, Henry filled her with his hot cum. She straightened up and he held her trembling body. Her breath was ragged and heavy, she felt him slip out of her, an electric shock of withdraw caused them both to twitch. Mari slipped the robe on and zipped it up, not bothering to clean herself off, winking at Henry as he noticed. They moved languidly out of the inset, arm-in-arm. A campus rent-a-cop saw them coming out, he gave a knowing but tired look. They scurried away, and as they did, the cop saw the blonde and douchey guy. He sighed heavily and walked over, shouting at them. That couple jumped up, like deer in front of a semi-truck. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= Mari and Henry decided to devote a few days towards a staycation. They couldn't really afford a real vacation, so they would bum around town for a few days. There was a hotel down the street, actually, which had an affordable rate. So, they stayed there, pretending to be a couple on a quick getaway. Unfortunately, the rooms were almost totally checked out because of the graduation, so they had to take a small one-roomer on the top floor. The first night, they went out onto the small balcony of the room, naked, making love high above the lit pool. During the day, they spent time by said pool or on excursions into town, pretending to be as vacationer-y as possible. The first day at the pool, they wore very conservative swimwear. Henry had some giant (almost comically large) swim trunks on, and Mari had a full one-piece deal. They swam on this day, spending several hours in the water, embracing and moving and exercising. The second day, he had on smaller shorts, and she had a two-piece. Quite practical, covering most of her, bright red, more appealing than the one-piece but still not overtly pervish or sexy. Now the third day's swimwear was something. Henry had on a speedo, about the size of some briefs, but higher cut on the sides, they were tight, dark blue, and subtly outlined his member. Mari had a very tiny bikini on. It was metallic and silver, two small triangles and pieces of string as the top, and a small triangle and pieces of string as the bottoms. He little butt jiggled and shook as she walked next to Henry. She had a yellow, meshy sarong, but had it over her shoulder with a towel. Pretty much every head turned to look at her small round cheeks. Some, mostly male, approved with aroused looks and pervish smiles, some disapproved, mostly the females hanging on the males. But, occasionally, a female head were turn to leer lustfully at her. This, oddly, made Mari more aroused than the male looks. She tossed her towel on a lounge chair and laid out on it. Mari held up a bottle of tanning oil, waving it at Henry, her eyebrows arching over her sunglasses. He got on his knees next to her stretched out body, she rolled over onto her belly. He dribbled the oil on her, across her back, her butt, and down her legs. His hands moved across her slowly, exploring the divots, hills, shapes, and lines of her back. He squeezed her butt as he moved, running his hands down her thighs, calves, ankles, slowly coming back up, touching every inch of her back, coming up to her shoulders. She flipped over. Henry drizzled the liquid again, using way too much of it on her front. His hands immediately grasped her breasts, "rubbing" the oil into her skin. He moved down her abs, then touched the insides of her thighs. She let out a small moan and arched her back as the sides of his hands brushed her pussy inside of the silver triangle that covered it. Mari was thoroughly enjoying her massage when a shadow darkened the world around her. Henry stopped. She slid up the sunglasses and saw Henry looking up at a man in the white shorts and t-shirt uniform of a hotel employee. He happened to be a manager. "We've received several complaints about you two," he said, his hands on his hips, "several people have mentioned your public displays of affection, and I'm afraid that the management has enforced a ban on the swimming pool area for you two." Neither of them said anything. The manager said, "you'll have to leave the pool area now." So, they did, Henry suggesting they just check out and go home, rather than stay another night. So, they walked home, the little blue house was only a few blocks away. Mari slipped the sarong on, for modesty's sake in the neighborhood, and walked on her strappy three-inch heels. Henry had a button-down shirt on, which he left open, and he carried the duffel bag of clothing and toys they brought to the hotel with them. Henry groped Mari's nearly bare bottom as they went, her body still slick and oily from the pool. They got home and Henry tossed the duffel to the couch, once they were inside. Mari was of the mind of just screwing in tub, but Henry grinned, remembering something in the shed outside. He motioned for her to come back outside. They were in the backyard, Mari sitting in a chair in the little love-patio-nook-area. Henry pulled a little blue kiddie pool out of the tool shed, amusing Mari very much. He filled it with water from the hose on the side of the house. "There! We have a pool!" he announced. Not really paying attention to it as Mari shifted the bikini top open. He moved to her and grabbed her breasts, pushing her to the corner of the love patio, out of sight of almost everything. He spun her around, pulled the string of the thong out of her butt, and slipped his cock into her oily folds. Her pussy pulled him in, the massage and playful groping had built her up, and she just wanted to get hammered by him. She gripped the fence with one hand and a tree trunk with the other, both objects shaking with the intense fucking Henry was giving, the waves of pressure shot from him, through her hips, into her torso, through her arms, and into the fence. "Excuse me," a stern voice said from behind them. They leaped up and turned, seeing a cop standing there. He was in full uniform, badges, gun, radio, mace, and clips. His arms crossed over the tan material, he chewed his gum, "well, well, now this is a problem." Henry's erection didn't go down, poking out of the speedo. Mari was half behind him, hiding as the cop slowly popped the gum. The cop said, "I think the two of you can guess the punishment for public acts of indecency." Henry nodded nervously, he could feel Mari shaking a little behind him, but her face showed almost no fear. Was she excited or scared right now? "However," the cop continued, "there are ways by which you can avoid being ticketed or, if I decide to be a real asshole, arrested." Henry swallowed hard and was about to ask what, but Mari beat him to it asked the officer, "what do we have to do, officer?" Henry noticed her voice wasn't entirely fearful. Fear was there, but her voice was firm and strong. The cop smiled and said, "well, for the first offense, you have to give me a handjob. Second offense, you have to give me a blowjob. Third, you give your pussy. Fourth, your ass. Fifth, I take you in to the station for a party. So," he stepped forward and pulled his cock out, "your hands look pretty nice." Mari stepped out from behind Henry, only slightly reluctant. She looked up at Henry with wide eyes, alert to see his reactions. She gripped the strange officers member. It was thick, about as long as Henry's, but rough and covered with veins. He was a man of about 40 and you could tell by the leathery skin of his meat and testes. Mari kept the view of her slow stroking open to Henry, her little hand moving the skin of his cock up-and-down the erection. "That's nice," the officer said, "you've got some really cute hands, baby." She actually blushed, but kept her gaze locked with Henry's. Henry had his cock in his hand, emulating Mari's stroking motions on the officer's dick. She got to a squat beside the cock, moving her eyes up to the officer's, the solid pipe very near her lips. To emphasize this, she made like she was going to put it in her mouth, but pulled away before it could cross her lips. Her hot breath played across the glans of the erect phallus. The cop stroked her hair and said, "c'mon cutie, no teasing. I want you to make me cum." Mari obliged, wrapping her second hand around the turgid tool and pounded it with a double fisting action. She was working his extremely quick, the cop's weathered face was red, his head thrown back. He suddenly groaned, his thick white cum flopped out of his dick. Mari's head was right there, the first streamer of sperm landed across her face, laying from her hairline to her chin, she kept her lips pursed closed. The continuing strands landed across her little face, five long rivers mapping the mountains and valleys of her surprised visage. Behind her, Henry had cum, the first two shots of his ejaculation actually hit her back and butt, with the others landing between the two of them. "Very good," the officer said, putting his cock back into his pants, "I can see that nothing wrong is going on here. Just don't let me find you kids out here doing nothing again." He put his hand on the side of Mari's head during this statement, with his thumb on her lips, which she took in a gave a sucking, then a gentle bite. Her eyes were wide and apologetic, looking at him like a scared little girl. She nodded, and as the thumb came out of her mouth, she said in a heavily innocent-ed voice, "we won't." The officer was gone, Mari looked back at Henry, who gave her a wide smile. They'd never considered sexual acts with other people but they both seemed to enjoy it. She wiped her face off in the kiddie pool's water, dried it with a towel, and said, "anything still there?" She showed him the sides and top of her head. He held her and gave her a big, deep kiss, "no, my dirty little handjob giving slut." She bit her bottom lip, kissed him, said, her eyes radiant, "mmm, let's go watch a movie baby." M and H Ch. 05 The doctor's appointment was almost over, Mari just needed her temperature taken and reflexes taken and everything would be done. She was sitting on the paper on the padded doctor bed/table/thing. She had on a paper gown, back open, exposing her supple skin and new oroburos tattoo on the small of her back. That was a whim, NOT drunken, but an idea that came to her mind while watching an old X-files episode. Henry loved aiming her cum at the one-inch circle, which always gave her a giggle fit. The doctor was female, in her fifties, but still looked pretty good...really, really pretty good. Obviously a doctor wouldn't be in bad health, but the woman would be what Henry called a MILF. Mari caught herself thinking in this way. Women, for whatever reason, had been more intriguing to her in the last couple months. Maybe the porn was getting to her. Maybe it was the heat of the summer. Last month she jerked off a cop, almost a week later, the central air went out, almost a week after that, she was in a tattoo parlor, almost a week later, Henry got a small pay raise. They still, however, didn't have enough for a new central air system. She wondered how much of a discount she could get for giving a serviceman a handjob, or even, a blowjob. She wondered how a strange cock would feel in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, the deep groans of a man that wasn't Henry, who she was bringing to a finish, and what his--. "Mari? Mari?!" a female voice said. Mari shook her head and looked up. The doctor had a hand gently touching Mari's upper arm, a concerned look on her face. The doctor said, "that's the third time you've been distracted like that today. Is everything fine, dear?" "Uhh, yeah, I'm fine," Mari said, "just thinking if me and my boyfriend could afford to have the air conditioning repaired this month." "Hm, well, I know a guy who will repair it for cheap," the doctor replied, "I'll can call you and give you his number later, if you want." "That'd be helpful," Mari said. "Well, just have to check your temperature and reflexes, and we'll be all done," the doctor said, pulling large thermometer out of the breast pocket of the white coat she wore, shook the mercury down. Breast pocket was a good term, Mari thought, eying the huge mammaries the doctor had. Mari wondered if they were real or-- "Okay, dear, I just need you to stand up, turn around, bend over, and think of England," the doctor said. "Uh...okay," Mari said, put off. She did what the doctor asked. "Okay, this may feel a bit uncomfortable, but won't last long," the doc said. She put one, rubber gloved on Mari's round bottom, and slowly pushed the thermometer into Mari's puckered hole. Mari just tried to not get aroused. She thought of as many boring things as possible: hockey, the weather, the movie Alien, the style of 50s living. She couldn't help but think of Henry the other night, though, he had slipped his little finger into her butt. It felt weird at first, but as she got used to it, it started to feel really good. She never thought of anal sex, but here she was with a large glass tube up her butt, actually liking the invasion of the solid object. Then, something came to her, couldn't you take a core temperature through the ear? "Okay," the doctor withdrew the thermometer and checked it, "everything seems normal with temperature. You can sit back up now." Mari didn't react at first, lost in the reverie, but when the doctor said her name again, she snapped back, and quickly sat back up, red-faced. While checking Mari's reflexes with a tiny tomahawk, the doctor asked, "so, is your sex life alright? Is that what has been distracting you?" Mari was embarrassed, but said, "oh, well...I have been thinking about it more. But, it is great, which is probably why it's been distracting." "Ah, I see," the doctor said with a smile, and seeing Mari's embarrassment, just let the topic go. Mari actually wanted to talk about it more with this fetching older lady, but couldn't think of any way to broach the topic again before the doctor said, "alright, you can get dressed. Make sure you check with the nurse upfront before you go, see if you need to make another appointment or pay for anything." 'Pay for anything,' now that was something that got Mari's mind off of sex...for a few seconds. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= Mari told Henry about the doctor when she got home. He asked for a few lurid details about the doctor's appearance, but aside from the large breasts and her face, you couldn't see anything past the white coat. The part with the thermometer was what got Henry really interested. The movies he showed most recently involved little girls having sex with multiple partners and lots of buttsex. Most recently, he showed her one with a tiny (4'10"!) schoolgirl, sucking and fucking three massive rods. Mari had to watch it in two segments, almost breaking herself with a vibrator the first time watching. "So, did she like the tattoo?" Henry asked. "Well, she didn't mention it, but she gave it a slight stroke when I was bent over," Mari replied. Henry smirked and said, "did you like having another woman stroke your back?" Mari rolled her eyes, but she blushed deeply. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= "Wow," Mari said, "I didn't know it looked like that afterward." She and Henry were laying on their bellies next to each other on the bed. They had a large, illustrated book of sex open in front of them, holding it up like too children reading a story book. In the middle of the page in front of Mari was a young girl, tan and well-muscled, with her legs thrown back in a splits, holding her butt cheeks open, showing a hugely gaping asshole. "You should just watch the porn I have," Henry said, thinking of the video "guides" he downloaded. "I will," she said, rubbing her shoulder against him, "but this is far cuter." They tuned the page, saw the girl getting the cock slipped back into her butt, an exaggerated moan on her face. The next page had the guy standing over her and a ton of bright white cum on her face and tits. This caused Mari to exclaim, "yeah, that's real cum!" "Well, the way your rubbing you leg's together tells me you like it anyway," Henry replied. She giggled and kissed his cheek. She said, "I think I'm ready to try this. It'll be a nice anniversary gift for the both of us." Henry smiled wide, this meant that, not only, would he be getting to tap Mari's ass, in the literal sense, but that she'd get to turn the tables on him. So far, she'd used her finger on him, working his prostate with a pressuring swirl, and he'd got to finger her tight orifice. But, then he asked, slightly confused, "which anniversary?" "Uhhh," she thought for a second, "our second week in near-stifling heat together?" "Hmm," he said, "that's works for me!" =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= They picked a night that wouldn't be overly hot, carefully paying attention for an eighty degree evening. Hot enough to stay warm while naked, but not overly hot and uncomfortable. They did all the prep work around 7 P.M., taking turns in the bathroom with the anal douche. It looked like a large turkey baster, only it wasn't clear and made of flimsy plastic, it had a shiny black tube and pink water container. Henry, being the brave male heroic person that he was, went first. He did it a few times, once with cold water, which was incredibly unpleasant. Once with hot water, which felt good, but was a little irritating. And, once with a medium water, which felt best. Soon, there was only clear water shooting into the bowl. He came back into the room, Mari's eyes alive and bright, wanted to know the results. "I feel," he paused to gather the terms, "surprisingly light and clean. I guess all those commercials were correct in their descriptions of a douche." Mari giggled, "okay, guess it's my turn." "Yep, I ran it through some really hot water for you, so it should be ready to fill-in-go." Mari went into the bathroom and repeated the process Henry did; hot, cold, and medium. She found the medium to be the most comfortable, but liked the sensation of heat that ran up her back from the hot water. She'd have to try this again. When she came back into the room, Henry was sitting on the bed. He was wearing some leather jeans, large black boots, and a black-and-red shirt, which was light, clingy, and semi-transparent. Even though he wasn't in perfect shape, she still felt the pangs of heat in her stomach over the outfit. She sat naked next to him, rubbing his leg, "now, that I like," she said, referring to the costume. "I figured I'd dress up for you tonight," he said, "give you a little icing on your sex cake." "Mmm, sex cake. Go out to the living room for a bit, I'll get dressed and get the room all ready, baby." He smiled and scurried out of the room. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= "Okay honey, you can come back!" she shouted to him from the bedroom. Henry came back into the room, found that it was now lit with about two dozen candles, the shades were up to let the evening breeze in, though the airy curtains were still closed, a plethora of toys were laid out across the far side of the bed, and Mari said on the near side awaiting him. She had a long, sheer dress on. It scooped low down her chest on spaghetti straps that tied behind her neck, and it had a slit up her left leg almost to her hipbone. Visible underneath was a black garter belt, holding up her black thigh high stockings, and it was abundantly evident she had on no panties. Her feet were in a pair of shoes, which Henry had bought for her as a graduation gift, but she'd never found the perfect moment to surprise him with them. They were glossy, black, stripper shoes with a six inch spike heel and a two inch platform. Seeing her sitting there, leaning back on her arms, her legs crossed, foot dangling, eyes screaming at him to come-hither, he thought he might lose it right there. He controlled himself, but was just looking at her for a long enough time that she spoke up, knocking him out of his reverie, "honey, um, aren't you supposed to sidle up next to me, touch me, and kiss me." He smiled, his face slightly pinkened. He sidled up next to her, moved his fingers lightly up her leg, his lips gently pecking her's. Her small hands gently touched him, one on the small of his back, one on his cheek. The kiss deepened, lips sucking on each other. His hand found her small, firm breast, his fingers squeezing it and gently pinching her nipple through the soft dress. The kiss deepened, tongues swirling together. She pulled away with a smile, stood and twirled across the room in front of Henry. Well, she kind of twirled, not used to the shoes, and she quickly braced herself by grabbing the dresser so she didn't tumble over. She giggled, redfaced, picking up a couple of the towels stacked on the dresser. Henry stood, took her hand, letting her use him as a balancing aid. He said, "you look gorgeous. You've truly reached a higher level of sexiness." They embraced and kissed, his hand running down her bare back and firmly squeezing her little round butt. They moved back to the bed, she laid out the towel and fell back onto it, pulling Henry down with her. Her small yet strong legs wrapped around him, her hips ground against him, their mouths locking. He moved his kisses down to her neck, her collarbone, outlining it's bow shape. Her hands went up to his shoulders when his lips landed between her breasts, a soft moan escaping her lips. He kissed her belly button through the shear fabric of the dress, she squirmed, ticklish even though the kiss wasn't direct. His lips met her pussy's through the fabric, she let out an appreciative "mmm". He threw the dress aside (but left it on her, he just threw the lower parts aside), exposing her hot pussy to the hot air. His mouth wrapped around it and she let out a throaty hum. Her body relaxed, unstiffened as Henry did his work. She heard Henry rummaging around with something around the sex toys, looked down just in time to see him snap a rubber glove on his right hand. She twitched at the snap. Henry's eyes were predatory. He was generous with the lube, covering nearly the whole glove and drizzling it on her pussy. Mari moaned and smiled as the cool liquid hit her hot area, the sweet smelling (water-based) gel rolled onto her tiny, puckered butthole. Henry continued his pussy eating, but now his finger gently swirled around her anus. Mari gently stroked his hair, enjoying his massaging finger and tongue. She stiffened, winced, arched her back, her mouth agape. Henry slid his finger into her butt up to its first knuckle. He pressed it forward slightly, Mari lost in the invasion. The second knuckle popped in. She bit her lower lip. The folded fingers on his hand met with her small, round buttocks. His finger was fully inside of her a-ring. She looked down at him red-faced, she licked her lips, spoke slowly and breathily, "that feels good. Hold it there." Henry smiled up at her wolfishly. He held his finger, gently moved it around, probing her incredibly tight rear. Her entrance squeezed his finger, past that was naught but silky, velvety insides. He slowly withdrew his finger, Mari gasping. She was surprised by the empty feeling, surprised it was only caused by his single finger. Henry held up a buttplug, the smallest they had, about a half-inch in diameter. He said, "you wanna give it a try?' She gently rubbed the side of his face with her heeled foot, said, "go for it!" He was generous with the lube again, coating the toy in strawberry slickness. It took time to get inside her. Her tight, little hole resisted every millimeter of the toy. It spread her though, her face a deep red, eyes shut tightly. At the widest point, her legs stretched straight, then the plug was pulled inside of her, her tight hole wrapping around the narrow neck of the toy. She came. She looked up at Henry through half-closed eyes, her body glistening with a sheen of fresh sweat, the dress clinging to her. She slowly sat up, the plug still in her, Henry stripped naked in .02 seconds and took his place on the towel, which was practically soaked through with lube. But, neither of them cared about that. She knelled between his legs, took his rigid cock into her mouth, barreling past cock foreplay and straight to taking as much as she could in her mouth. Henry was used to prostate play, but never took anything larger than her finger. She now slid a latex clad digit inside him, curling it up to search for his male g-spot. It was obvious when she found it, his face turned red, he arched his back like a woman. She quickly pulled her head up, off his now saliva slicked standard. "Ready for some more, honey," she asked, her finger moving around in his butt, his face was red and shiny. "Yeah, use a vibrating one," he said, weak and breathless, "I'll return the favor." She pulled up the vibrating butt plug, considerably larger than the one in Mari at the moment. She flexed her muscles, down there, feeling the hard object inside her. Her heart began to race again as she poked the lubed toy below Henry's testicles, thinking about fitting something this size up her chute. It was on low, but Henry still let out a moan as the tip penetrated him. Mari thought of her lover receiving penetration, her loins heated up higher. The invading probe gave Henry a fuller feeling than any finger, the gentle vibrating sent waves through him. Mari's small hand jerked his hard vieny cock. She worked it slowly, gently, not wanting him to suddenly cum. She teased it. Soon, the buttplug's maximum width stretch Henry's asshole almost a full inch. It popped in and she let go of Henry's cock. He moaned, gritting his teeth, resisting the urge to let his cum fly. His back arched, his hands gripped the sheets, he was practically screaming. Mari rubbed her pussy, watching her boyfriend's willpower attempt to beat out his orgasm. He came back to reality and looked up at her through his wet and red face. He looked so cute like that, helpless and twitching from holding his powerful sexual climax down. She spoke with a high, alive voice, "I want to experience that!" "That's why I got two of all of these," he said, his voice distant. He lay there for another view seconds, letting some strength return to his arms and legs. He sat up, carefully, the toy making it a little more complicated for him to move. He and Mari traded spots again, she reached around him, dialed up the vibration of the toy, smirking at him. The plug up her butt resisted being pulled out. Mari groaned, growled, moaned, and snarled with each pull Henry gave it. Not that he was giving it hard pulls, but the resistance shot waves of shuddering pain and fantastic pleasure up her spine. Eventually, it popped out, and easily slide from her little anus. Henry held up the toy that was in her butt next to the clear, vibrating one. The vibe was about twice the width, though it was only a little longer. He asked with a smile, his voice a little strained, "you ready for this one?" She looked up at him with a smile, accepting his challenge, "anything you can do, I can do better, lover." Lube, vibe-on low, positioning, pressure. It was an extremely slow journey. Mari had about half of it in, told Henry to hold it, as she got used to the entering toy. The vibration tickled her, sending subtle waves through the nerves in her butt into her pussy. She urged him on, wanting to feel more of it. The widest part made her silent, but her gaping mouth betrayed her second orgasm. The plug was fully inside her, the fullness of it was incredible. She never felt this full by anything and especially not from a toy that was a shade smaller than the average penis. Henry sat between her legs, moving the plug in his butt by grinding against the bed underneath him, he stroked his cock, watching her. When she looked up at him, riding the wave of pleasure from the vibrating toy, he said, "you look like you could use a drink." Her eyes shot open. He said, "I think we should go get some water." Now, she was a little hinky on those heels, and the vibro-plug made her walking to the kitchen comical, the sexy kind of comical. He held her on his arm as they made slow progress out there. The rest of the house felt so much cooler than the bedroom, all of the windows were open, curtains drawn back, gently rippling in the breeze. They got ice from the fridge and water from the faucet, standing in the kitchen sipping it, silently eying each other. They moved to the living room at the front of the house. The old couch was under the large front window. They didn't bother closing the curtains as they sat on the couch, kissing deeply. Mari crossed her legs, throwing the top leg over Henry's nearest leg. Sitting on the plug applied pressure to it, a welcome feeling, now that she was used to the full feeling. They both kicked the plugs to the highest vibration setting. Mari laid back on the couch, pulled her dress aside and spreading her legs far apart, Henry positioned his cock at the entrance of her womanhood. He pushed in, let out a loud groan, "uurrrrgh, so tight." He held himself there, letting Mari get used to being so filled with stuff. Her legs were shaking, so much pleasure running through her. Henry could feel the plug in her, through the thin membrane of her pussy. The combined sensations of the two toys shot through him, driving him to thrust. He picked up speed, animalistically stabbing his cock, a wanton act of pure fucking. Mari threw her arms around his neck. She'd never felt sex like this, the double penetrative act was so perverse, so impure, so beautifully, gorgeously craven and sexual, it drove her insane. All she wanted to feel was penetration, she begged for it, whined for it, demanded it. Henry gladly obliged. M and H Ch. 05 He picked her up and spun her around so she was on her knees on the couch, arms over the back, looking out of the window. He stood behind her, his legs were powerful and strong instead of shaky, like they were coming out here. The want of plowing through Mari was too great for him to be tired. He slammed his cock down, filling her tight pussy instantly, the plug in her butt pressed against him, just above his the base of this cock. He gripped her hips and began pummeling. His arms, along with Mari's own pushing back, matched his forward-hip-momentum. She looked out into the front yard, twilight covering the neighborhood, she could see several people out and about, but none seemed to notice her and Henry. The very thought of an audience was too much for her. Eyes wandering over her body as she was double penetrated, the thought ran through her head. She came, letting out a scream and biting down on the back of the couch. Her twitching and squeezing and cumming pussy was too much for Henry, he looked down and saw her thick pussy cum covering his cock, he filled her with his sperm. Her mind reeled, lost in one of the greatest, hardest orgasms she ever had. =.=.=.=.=.=.=.= They lay in bed, above the blankets, covered in sweat, embracing each other. The toys were still laying on the towel next to them, including the clear plugs. Neither could move, nor cared too, but they were both too jacked-up to sleep. Only Henry's hand on the TV remote moved, occasionally Mari ground against him. "So, next time, can I stick my cock here," Henry asked, petting her butt. "Definitely," she said, clinging to him, her mouth curled into a cat-like, wry, little smile, "but I get to return that favor." M and H Ch. 06 Her heart throbbed in her chest and she was wet between her legs. It was a shaky couple of hours, waiting for that damn repairman to get here. Mari used the number given to her by her doctor to call an air conditioning repairman, and judging from the voice on the phone and how the doctor had talked about this person, Mari figured she could get a special discount. When she asked Henry about it, his face got pink at the idea. Not pink with anger, but a naughty pink. They set up a small camera on the fridge, aiming towards the dinner table, at which Mari sat. Henry was in the bedroom, door locked, at the computer watching and waiting. Noon-to-four was a really long time, longer now with the nervousness over what may happen today. He had only seen Mari touch another man some months ago, when a cop caught them and she had to give him a handjob. It was scary and thrilling and exciting and daring and sexy to think about. Sex on camera was new too, they'd been taking pictures of one another and only started video last week. Henry had re-watched that POV blowjob several times, finding Mari's overacting quite sexy. Now, he had a bar of lead under his shorts, just watching her sit neverously at the table, sipping water and coffee, and thinking. Every time she looked up to the camera, she smiled and seemed to relax for a while. Then the door rang, she practically fell out of the chair. She shot up and went to the door, which Henry could only partially see in the corner of the video. She checked her hair in the mirror, smoothed her clothing out (the black, spaghetti tank top and red skirt she wore their first time in public, with some high-heeled sandals), and opened the door. Henry could hear the introductions, the repairman's name was Robert, his friends called him Rob. Mari called him Rob. She led him through the house, explaining how the central air went out a while ago, and that she and her boyfriend finally saved up "just enough" to get it fixed. She walked him out of the back of the house, where they inspected the central air unit. Henry couldn't see it, but Mari was beginning her seduction of the Rob the repairman. When he began to point things out, she would bend over to look, letting him get an eyeful of, well, everything. She caught him looking down her top at her small, braless tits. When he pointed something out to her way on the inside, she squatted down, giving her skirt a hitch, flashing a tiny hint of bare vagina Then, when he wanted her to sign the consultation form, she set it on the air unit, bent over straight legged in front of him, and gave her little butt a gentle wiggle, like something done involuntarily. When she handed the clip board and pen back to Rob, his face was very red. She brought him back inside, to talk pricing. She led him into the kitchen, offering him some water. He sat in the chair Mari had been in, telling her the pricing structure. Mari, who was standing at the counter, leaning against it, flashed him sultry looks every now-and-then. Henry got a good look at the repairman, who he found to be quite handsome. Rob was pretty craggy, looked about 6'2", 180 lbs., kind of stocky, but obviously muscly underneath his uniform. When he mentioned the total price, Henry gulped, but Mari coolly walked over to him with a frowny face and said, "well, we didn't think it'd be that much, is there anyway to get a discount, or something?" Rob was slightly taken aback, but this seemed more like a put on. He said, "well, the prices are set down by the corporate office, I don't thi--" She touched his thigh, looking right into his eyes, said in a chirpy, flirty voice, pouting slightly, "are you sure there isn't anything I can do to get a discount?" She moved her tiny hand to the nicely sized bulge in the uniform's pants. Mari slowly unzipped his pants, seemed surprised at Rob's lack of underwear, as his cock shot out. It stood angling upward, circumsized, around seven inches. Mari smiled, though Henry couldn't see it. She wrapped her hand around it, started stroking softly. She asked, "does this get me 10%?" "Well, ummm, I think," Rob began, but she spit on her hand for lubrication and started stroking faster, he continued, "I think 10% will work. But, what about your boyfriend?" She giggled, "oh, don't worry about him, he's at work. He left me her here by myself, all lonely and horny." "Tragic," Rob said, leaning back, enjoying the feel of Mari's small, soft hand. She stared up at Rob, her hand now moved quite quickly. Henry's hand was moving at the same rate as her's, as he watched from the bedroom on his computer screen. This went on for a short while, and when Rob's cock produced a tiny droplet of precum, Mari smile, brought her lips to its head, just short of touching. She talked in a heavy, breathy voice, letting the warm air of her mouth tickle the bare head of Rob's manhood, "so, if I use my lips will I get 20?" Rob smiled, said, "well, let's see how good it feels." Mari's eyes were locked with Robs as she wrapped her mouth around his turgid wang, she got a lot of it in her mouth, formed a tight seam around it, then pulled her head up, sucking hard. Her mouth slipped off with an audible pop, which caused Rob to twitch heavily and say, "mmm, keep that up and you'll definitely earn 20%." Mari began bobbing her head on him, slurping sounds started softly and built to a heavy slushing, shirking noise. Mari was really giving it to him. Henry could only see a small bit of this, as Mari's back was to the camera, but her head was moving very quickly. Rob reached up and grabbed the back of her head. Henry could see the muscle in his arm flex and move as he added his arm strength to Mari's own motions. With all of the sound effects and movements from Mari, Henry could tell she was giving him "le Blowjob Grande Royale". Mari noted that Rob tasted only slightly different than Henry. It wasn't a massive difference, but subtle enough to make her think if there were other flavors of boy out there. She took his length in her throat, held it there for a couple of second, and then yanked her own head back, a wet and heavy sigh came out of her mouth and she smiled up at Rob, her hand working over his sloppy, wet cock. She asked him, catching her breath, "so, if I bend over this table and let you slam this beautiful cock in my tight pussy, how much off do I get?" Rob, who must've been closer to cumming than Mari or Henry thought, his voice was terse and tight, "condom?" "Of course," Mari said, standing but still stroking Rob's cock. "Wellll, 33%? A third off?" "Oh, I think it's definitely worth 40," she said, pulling up her dress to show him her bare pussy, "mmm, it's so tight and wet," she gently touched herself. "I'll go to 40 if I cum hard," he said. Mari ran to the back of the house, grabbed a condom out of a desk drawer in the room across from the one that Henry was in. Rob stood, dropped his pants, took off his shirt, threw the articles to the center of the kitchen. Mari smiled up at Rob's bare form, gently running her hands across his muscular chest, her little fingers moving through the hair on his chest, down his abs, back up to his shoulders, then down again. She wrapped one hand around his cock, tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, placed the rolled up rubber on his head, and with two hard strokes, sheathed his cock in lubricated latex. Putting a condom on a cut male was so much easier than someone who had foreskin, like Henry. Thought, for the couple, that element no longer mattered. She quickly moved to the table, bent over it, and threw her skirt up over her hips, presenting Rob with her tight, wet twat. Rob ran the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips, making Mari squirm. She moaned softly, said, "c'mon, don't tease me." Rob obliged, thrust his cock forward, burying his cock nearly to its hilt. Mari stiffened instantly, let out a whimpering moan and a long, breathy "yeaaahhh". She looked up at the camera, her smile wide, eyes bright, and gave Henry a large wink. He practically came at that moment, and had to make a huge effort to stop the floodgates from releasing. Rob grabbed Mari's hips and began a slow, long penetration. Mari let out soft whimpers every time his hips pressed against her little rump. He picked up speed slowly, savoring Mari's pussy. "Wow, this is really tight," he said, with an appreciable groan, "I think you can definitely earn that super-saver-discount." Mari looked back at him, her voice swaying with the increased speed of his fucking, she said, "well, you've got a great cock, my pussy on fire." Smack. Shlurk. Smack, Shulsh. Smack. The sound effects and dirty talk echoed through the kitchen, down the hall, and Henry heard it muffled through the door, providing a nice stereo effect from the low sound of his computer speakers. Rob's face was red, his humping growing increasingly sporadic. His groaning was frantic, matching Mari's as they both reached the climax of animal lust. He slammed himself as deep as he could go, pushing Mari hard against the table, cumming into the condom with a loud scream. Mari's own voice joined his as he ground into her, her legs shaking with orgasm. Mari took several seconds to recover, standing up straight, stumbling back against stove, panting. She said, "that was great. Did I earn the full discount? Am I now a valued customer for you?" Rob was sitting naked in the chair at the table, writing something on the form on the clipboard, the pen was wiggled wildly and his hand writing wasn't exactly perfect. He said, "you're definitely on the list now. A full 40% off the total cost of repairs, and if you need another discount, I can 'punch your card' again." Mari giggled, rearranging her skirt, said, "well, that's good to hear. Now you can go out there and fix it already." Rob smirked, got dressed, noting that it was, indeed, hot in the house. He took a sip of the ice water she got for him earlier and went to his van for his tools. When he was well out of sight, Mari scurried to the back of the house and knocked on the bedroom door. Henry opened it and leaned against it. He looked gaunt and white, which caused Mari to worry. Was he upset over the proceedings? His heart torn in twain? Had he gone through the steps of anger and remorse, and was now in the depression state of betrayal? "I came so hard I almost turned inside out," he said. Mari couldn't help but laugh. She came into the dark room, saw a prodigious amount of semen splattered around the desk, chair, and floor. "Sorry baby," he said, as she looked at the mess in utter surprise, "I couldn't reach something when the three of use all came." Mari ran her finger through a large drop on the desk's surface, brought it to her mouth, tasting it, "don't worry, lover," looking him in the eye with a lustful gaze, "it was worth it." She was right. That night was the first cool night for the both of them all summer. Rob left almost without saying anything. Henry made dinner, letting his batteries (ie, testicles) recharge. Mari's thoughts were pinging around the acts of the afternoon and she was never really able to settle down. They talked for a long while on the topics of swinging and groupsex, both settling into the idea of sharing their physical bodies with other lovers was a fun and naughty idea. The conversation sped past awkward, careened through contemplative, and crashed into sensual. Around eight she paraded out into the kitchen stark naked. Henry noted a thin sheen of sweat on her body, but the temperature was a comfortable 70 degrees. As she sipped water, Henry came up behind her, grabbing her small, pert breasts, kissing her neck. "Are you ready for round 2, my slutty little girl?" he asked. She thought for a second and said, "I really am a slut, aren't I?" "Yes, but you're my slut. All. Mine," he replied squeezing her against him, a hug of pure love and desire. She smiled, grabbed his hand and led him to the bed.