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Take Two

By: Colleen Thomas



Mai Takashi descended from the ramp of the plane and made her way towards baggage claim. Everyone turned to stare at her. At five foot ten she was tall for a woman of Japanese descent and that usually caught a few people’s eye, but it was the woman who kept their attention. She wore four-inch heels with the ease and grace of long practice. Her black silk stockings were imported from France and hugged her sleek long legs. The royal blue skirt and blazer were tailored to her exact measurements and matched her heels. Beneath the blazer she wore a white silk blouse from Japan. The blouse fit snugly over her small breasts and was clasped at her throat by a stunning azurite pendant.

Mia wore her hair short and her almond eyes were carefully made up to appear larger than they were. She had resisted the temptation to have the few grays colored, feeling that they leant her an air of dignified elegance. At 38 she was still a captivating beauty, but it was the air of command about her that people noticed most. This was only fitting, as president and CEO of Nimbus Pharmaceuticals she was known as one of the toughest and most capable in the industry. Mia made her way easily down the concourse as people dodged out of her way. She looked back only once; to make sure she hadn’t lost her personal assistant, Heather. 

She smiled as she saw the short blonde digging into her purse for a dollar to give to the handicapped man who hadn’t even dreamed of approaching Mia. Heather was such a soft touch, she was one of those people who were so intrinsically sweet that you just couldn’t help but like them. Mia waited patiently until the small blonde caught up and then moved off again with her purposeful stride. While they waited for the baggage carousel to bring them their luggage Mia noticed the bruises on Heather’s arm. Her beautiful features took on a hard edge and she frowned. If they were what she thought they were, there was going to be hell to pay this time.

At the rent-a-car counter Mia gave her name and was and showed Id. The young woman looked up from her terminal.

“I’m sorry, Miss Takashi, but I can’t find your reservation,” she said. Before Mia could even open her mouth Heather acted.

“Confirmation number 22345X, Check under your corporate reservations, Nimbus Pharmaceuticals, Corporate ID NIM34,” the little blonde said. The girl looked doubtfully at the screen and then typed some things in.

“Oh, I see what happened. You reserved through the 1-800 number. We don’t get confirmations on those sometimes, I’m sorry,”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?’ Heather said.

“There’s nothing we can do Miss, you will have to call the 1-800 number and talk to them,” the girl said snidely. Mia grinned and said nothing, the one time her personal assistant showed any spark was when Mia was crossed.

“Very well, but instead of the 1-800 number why I don’t I call Mr. Gallatin’s direct line?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know who Mr. Gallatin is,” the girl said with a slight edge in her voice. Mia sympathized with the girl, she had obviously been up all night at the desk and the problem seemed to be a recurring one. 

“Jim Gallatin is the head of the corporate accounts division. Nibus does about 450,000$ annually with your company and the last time this happened he assured me it wouldn’t happen again. I am sure he will understand a rude little smart ass desk clerk loosing them a half million dollar a year account,”

“Call whoever you want!” the girl snapped, but before it could escalate any further a young man emerged from an inner office. 

“What’s going on here?” he demanded. Heather smiled sweetly and showed her confirmation. He turned out to be the manager and the upshot of their conversation was Mia being upgraded to a luxury car at no extra cost and the desk clerk having to apologize for her rudeness. As they got in the care Mia studied her PA closely, but it was gone. The fire had faded and it was just sweet little Heather again. 

-----

Heather sat in the comfortable leather seat as the car flew along the freeway. Her mind wasn’t on the ride or her boss, but on the doctor she had visited yesterday. Dr. Jacobs was such a sweet man and he had tried very hard to get her to file charges against Jimbo and move to the women’s shelter. She had of course refused, Jimbo was a good man, he was just down on his luck and he hadn’t hit her very hard this time anyway. She wouldn’t have been thinking of the doctor at all if it weren’t for the strange sensations she was feeling. He had given her a prescription for a new anti-depressant and she was trying to remember his exact words.

“Now Mrs. Wilson, this is a new drug and it has some rather serious side effects. The most common is sexual dysfunction in men, which you obviously don’t have to worry about, but in rare cases it has the reverse effect on women. Stop taking it immediately if you experience abdominal pain, blood in your urine or dizziness,”

He had listed a lot of other uncommon side effects, but Heather was having a hard time remembering them. Each bump in the road caused a delicious friction as her stiff nipples rubbed against the coarse material of her rather severe bra. The sensations had been pleasant at first, but after 30 minutes on the concrete highway they were becoming increasingly distracting. She tried hard to concentrate on what Mia was saying, but the maddening rubbing against her supersensitive nipples made it impossible. She felt a mild twinge in her soaked pussy and bit her lip.

Oh god, she thought. Not here, not now! With no more warning than that she moaned softly despite her best efforts and fought back every impulse to be more vocal as her pussy spasmed in delight. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot through her system, blotting out everything else.

“Heather? Heather? Heather!”

“What? I’m sorry,” she said dreamily. He boss was staring at her with a strange expression.

“Did you just have an orgasm?” Mia asked incredulously. Heather blushed scarlet. She had never been so embarrassed in all her life, but she nodded her head slightly.

“It’s the new drug the doctor has me on,” she said. Her voice was husky, still thick with pleasure and sounded unnatural.

“If there’s a drug out there that brings orgasms, sign me up,” Mia said laughing. Heather smiled and hugged herself tightly. She tried to adjust her bra to keep it off her still very sensitive nipples, which was of course impossible. 

“Its not supposed to bring orgasms, it’s just an anti depressant, but the motion of the car on my nipples was too much,” Heather said, trying to get her breathing under control.

“You can cum just from have your nipples played with?”

“I suppose so,” the pretty blonde in the frumpy pantsuit said.

“What’s it called?” Mia asked curiously.

“I don’t remember, I can show you when we get to the conference center, they are in my bag,” Heather replied.

“Why are you on anti-depressants honey? Is Jimbo hitting you again?” Mia asked. Heather loved her boss; she was so kind and always concerned. She hated to talk bad about her husband, but Mia was her only friend as well as her boss.

“A few times. He’s drinking hard again,” she said staring out at the road. She didn’t see the look of rage that passed over Mia’s features, but was quickly suppressed.

“So he’s selling drugs again,” Mia said in an icy voice.

“Oh no, no he promised me he wouldn’t,” Heather said turning back to her boss. 

“Where is he getting the money then?” Mia asked. Heather had no answer for that.

With breathtaking suddenness Mia changed the subject back to the Hazelton account. The rest of the trip was pleasant enough and Heather was glad when the car came to a stop and the bellhops came out to fetch their bags. A few more minutes of that and she would have cum again.

-----

Mia looked at the small bottle of pills and typed the name into the Merk manual she kept loaded on her laptop. She skipped the diagnostic synopsis and went straight to the side effects once she assured herself that the picture on her screen matched the small blue pills in the bottle. The common and uncommon side effects were pretty standard for anti-depressants, but it was the rare ones that caused her to raise an eyebrow.

In rare instances female patients may experience heightened tactile sensation, especially in the erogenous zones. This can be accompanied by increased sexual appetite and in rare cases spontaneous orgasm. Impaired judgment, loosening of inhibitions and blackouts have been reported in less than .04% of cases.

Mia read the passage again as she stood up and removed her blazer. She wondered if anyone had considered just refining the drug for that second effect alone, the one who did would make a mint she thought as a smile played across her face. That would explain why hopelessly conservative little Heather was moaning like a bitch in heat and cumming in the rent-a-car.

As Mia removed the pendant she thought again about her secretary. Heather was definitely the best personal assistant in the business. She attended personally to every detail of every transaction and Mia was never late or uninformed. No matter what came up, the small blonde had always made contingency plans to make sure her boss wasn’t inconvenienced or embarrassed. For the last five years they had worked together for five days a week and had become the best of friends. Today at the rent-a-car counter had been no fluke, Heather was always on top of things like that.

It almost hadn’t happened, Mia mused as she removed the delicate silk blouse. Mia had taken over as head of her father’s company five years ago when she began divorce proceedings against Wilbert McDonald, her then husband. Her first action had been to strip him of his title as president and CEO of the company when she caught him in their marriage bed with her sister. Only after he was no longer controlling her company had she started divorce proceedings. She had become president and CEO herself and immediately she started interviewing for a personal assistant. Mia smiled as she hung up the expensive blouse. I was so hopelessly straight back then, she thought.

Her plan had been to get a hunky male PA and go from there, but her lawyer had advised against it. She told Mia that she was suing one of the wealthiest men in the U.S. for divorce and she would have to avoid even the faintest whiff of impropriety on her part until the proceedings were over. Mia hadn’t even interviewed a woman for the position, but she trusted her lawyer too much to ignore the advice. Heather Wilson had chosen that very moment to walk in looking for a job. Mia had hired her on the spot after seeing her resume, which was most impressive. She had only had to inquire about the last four years in which Heather hadn’t worked.

The small blonde in the out of date business dress had told her that she had married a man named Jimbo Wilson. He was a floor foreman at a downtown shipping firm and had forbidden her to work. He had been laid off last January, she related and had steadfastly refused to take a job that was “beneath” himself. He had assented to let his vastly better educated wife seek a job when his unemployment had run out. Mia had hired her on impulse, as much out of anger towards men as because she thought the girl would be good. Mia had expected to drop Heather as soon as the divorce was final anyway, and how long could that take? Mia had showed Heather where she would be working and left for dinner with a male friend. She had almost been to the restaurant when her lawyer’s words came back to her. She ruefully canceled the date and in doing so began a five-year odyssey of self-discovery.

Mia was outgoing and gregarious, but making sure she was never in the company of unattached men meant she spent a lot more time with her women friends. They were all high-powered executives like she was and many were lesbians. As the divorce dragged on it became almost inevitable that one of them would put a move on her and to her surprise Mia found herself in bed with a longtime friend and business associate named Elaine. Her first step had been the discovery she enjoyed sex with another woman. 

For a while she thought of herself as bi, but when Wilbert finally relented and gave her the divorce she made her second discovery, she didn’t really like men. She had taken three male lovers in a very short period of time only to discover that they did nothing for her compared to the women she was also seeing. Mia’s second discovery, that she was gay carried her to her next one.

No longer tied to her close circle of friends and free to pursue lovers at her leisure she discovered that she was a top. She first realized she was a top when she took a little programmer from work home for an evening. Mia had assumed she was a bottom because she loved sex with her top friends so much, but that first night with a true submissive had made it readily apparent she was better suited to control than she was to being controlled. That had been six months ago and she had gone out and purchased a strapon dildo, but she never got to use it. Her new lover turned out to be part of a drug ring that was stealing trial lots of psychotropics from the company’s warehouse. Her new lover was actually the ring’s inside person who altered the computer records to cover the thefts. 

The thieves were caught by internal security and rather than face a series of scandals, including her new predilection, Mia worked out a deal to let them all go if they kept quiet. That had lead to her breakdown and indirectly to her next discovery. For three long months she had languished in a crisis ward. At first there had been many visitors, friends, family, associates, but after the second week only one person came to see her regularly. Heather came every evening, rain or shine and spent at least an hour with her. Forbidden by the doctors to discuss business they had talked about everything else and Mia had learned a great deal about her PA. 

Much had not been said, but the intelligent and perceptive CEO had read between the lines. Jimbo was a complete scumbag, in Mia’s opinion. He abused his doting wife, spent his days squandering their little money on drinks and powerball at the local bars and occasionally sold drugs to make extra cash for himself. Was it then? Mia asked herself. Yes, definitely it was then that she realized she had developed a crush on her pretty PA. When she found herself hating Jimbo Wilson intensely for the pain and suffering and humiliation he caused such a gentle soul. 

She paused as she removed her delicate silk bra. And now? she asked herself. Yes, it was just now that she admitted to herself that it had gone far beyond a crush; she was hopelessly in love with Heather. Mia tossed the bra on the bed and her fingers had just found the zipper on her skirt when a red warning on the computer screen caught her eye. She moved closer and read it a second time just to be sure she wasn’t dreaming.

If side effects are present do not consume Alcohol as it may intensify the effects.

Intensify? Lets see, it makes you horny, super sensitive and not too concerned with what you have to do to satisfy that itch? Mia smiled and shook her head. You couldn’t have made a drug that is more what I need, she thought. She had tired so hard to make Heather see her as more than a friend and boss. Mia had progressed from subtle hints and off hand compliments to leaving a lesbian romance novel on her desk for a week, but Heather never responded at all.

A call to her folks had been revealing. Mia had pretended it was for a reference as Heather was being considered for a promotion. Her mother described her daughter as pretty, vivacious and full of life. Her father had proven to be a redneck, in the worst sense of the word. He was glad she had married a “real” man like Jimbo and not the “art fag” she had been seeing at school. He loved his son, especially for staying with Heather after the doctors told her she couldn’t have children. Mia had been forced to take the rest of the day off and go home to shower; she had felt so incredibly dirty after talking to the man. After that Mia had given up on ever getting Heather into her bed and contented herself with slowly trying to rebuild the girl’s shattered self-esteem. She had tried unsuccessfully to get Heather to spruce up her drab wardrobe, but to no avail.

“Alcohol may intensify the effect eh?” she said out loud. 

Mia stood stock still, the zipper of her skirt forgotten. In her mind’s eye she saw Heather Wilson spread eagle and naked in her bed. The girl’s nipples were hard and her pussy gaped open, screaming for attention. She had that same far away expression Mia had witnessed in the car. Mia’s mind snapped back to the present when her dream Heather softly moaned out her name. The CEO’s nipples were hard and the aureoles puckered, she wondered how long she had been standing there daydreaming.

She finished unzipping her skirt and noticed the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her silky panties. Mia lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and with rapid, demanding strokes brought herself to orgasm. When she rose she went and took a quick shower. Her movements had become purposeful and rapid. Once bathed, she wrapped one of the hotel’s robes around herself and called room service. After the bellhop arrived she took the cup of steaming coffee from the tray and sat at the table. The red warning on her screen seemed to beckon her. Mia Takashi had not made it to the top of her industry by being squeamish. There were always moral and ethical compromises that a successful CEO had to make. Mia had made so many of them she no longer even considered them. This one she did consider, but when she remembered the bruises on Heather’s arm her face became hard. 

She picked up the phone and called Heather’s room.

“Yes?” the soft voice replied. Mia’s breath caught in her throat, the girl sounded like she was about to orgasm and it turned the older woman on immensely.

“Hey, I feel like going out to dinner tonight, want to come?” Mia asked, hoping her own voice was under control.

“Sure,”

“Great, I know a little Italian place, I’ll come get you around seven,” Mia said. Once she hung up the phone she smiled wickedly.

“And if I am lucky, I will be cumming by ten,” she said to herself. 

Her plan was simple. First she would make sure Heather took her medicine. She had an inkling that the conservative young woman would decide to stop rather than face the embarrassment her arousal caused her. Next, Mia would take her to a romantic little restaurant and ply her with drinks. If she were lucky, that would lead to coming back to her place and a seduction. Mia was nothing if not confident and she was sure that if she ever got her lovely personal assistant’s panties off Heather would never go back to the Bozo. She loved Heather and having her lover and soulmate as her co-worker would make her life complete. She was tired of the games, tired of chasing girls, she wanted something permanent and she wanted it with Heather Wilson.

Her only problem was Jimbo. Scumbag though he was he had his claws in the little blonde. He wouldn’t let her go and he had done such a through job of trampling her self-esteem he would be hard to compete with. He would have to be removed from the picture if her long-term plans were to succeed. She had a few innovative ideas on how to do that. Mia’s face became cold and her eyes were as hard as flints while she dialed a long distance number. 

“Elaine Marquette, attorney at law,” the receptionist said.

“May I speak to Ms. Marquette,” Mia asked. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Marquette is in consultation, may I take a message?”

“Tell her Mia Takashi is on the line and it’s long distance,” Mia said.

“Hold please,” the pleasant voice replied and was replaced with Beethoven’s third. After a few moments she heard a click.


Take-Two



Gail turned her red Ford Escort into the driveway. She parked beside her husband's black Toyota Rav4, and within moments the petit blond woman was walking across the front, towards the door. The time was ten after five, the end of another long first shift at the Kansas Hospital. She inserted her key and once again cursed softly under her breath as she realized that she had gotten it wrong. She hadn't marked them in any way and she was forever trying the deadbolt key in the main lock, but her husband was home so the dead bolt wouldn't be set. She pulled it out, turned the little key ring around in her free hand, finally she found and inserted the correct one. 

She stood in the front room of the small thirteen-hundred-foot home she shared with her husband and their five-year-old daughter Mellissa. She wore a pretty nurse's top, blue button down the front; this one had teddy bears all over it. Her skirt was clean, white, and simple; the hem hung a conservative halfway between her knees and ankles. White corafram shoes adorned her feet, and a solid black purse dangled carelessly from her left hand.

"Hey hon," her husband began from the kitchen, not ten feet to the left of her position just inside the door.

She walked over easily and smiled up at him. He bent low and kissed her soft face. 

"How was work?"

"Same ole, same ole," She replied continuing to gaze upward into his eyes. "And I should, I suppose, ask how yours' and the munchkin's day at the park went?"

He just gazed at her. "Well you look very concerned, mind if I ask why."

"Because you're loading the dishwasher," Gail commented still standing in place, glasses on, shoulder length blonde hair pulled back, purse, shoes, not as yet discarded or removed even though the door had been closed almost twenty seconds by now. "In our five years of marriage, how many times have I seen you load the dishwasher?" She finished with a question.

"I load the dishwasher sometimes," Jim began to lie, as he looked away through the arch into the other room.

Gail saw no reason to belabor the point, he would just continue to lie. Besides the fact that he never loaded the dishwasher or did the laundry or ran a vacuum cleaner wasn't the problem, and it had noting on the face of the earth to do with what he needed to tell her. She stood her ground and waited. He was getting nervous. It would come soon.

"Something did happen today," He began slowly.

"Where's Melissa?" Gail asked abruptly.

"She's at your mother's house, it has nothing to do with her, she is fine. Your mother is going to get her up and get her ready for kinder-care tomorrow. You can pick her up on your way in and take her."

Gil searched his face, "Why?" She asked again abruptly. "Why is my little girl at my mother's house instead of my house with me?

Jim looked at her for a few minutes, then finally, "I fucked Sophie today," He blurted.

"You did what?"

"I fucked her, I mean I didn't plan to, it just happened."

She gazed at him, "Why did you do that?" She paused, "You weren't supposed to do that?"

"I know," He cut in. "I took Melissa to the park," He had stopped what he was doing; the dishwasher wasn't full, and he didn't close it and turn it on. He just stopped and walked around into the main front room area. He turned. "Look I know you're mad," he paused, "And you have a right to be, it wasn't supposed to work that way, and I didn't want it to, but we met them at the park."

"Who is them?" Gail charged back. 

He looked at her several seconds as if not understanding her question, "Don't you remember, Sophie and Hank have a little boy, he is six, cute as a bugs ear," He finished, looking into her eyes as if perhaps them mention of cute children might soften her up some.

"Melissa met Sophie?" Gail accused. My daughter met another member of our club, and I wasn't there," Her voice had risen an octave. "You Shit," Her voice, croaked out angrily. And Jim recognized that 'you shit' immediately. That was a, you better be glad she doesn't have anything to throw near by, 'you shit'.

"Relax about that part," There was a new tension in his voice. "Melissa is only five, she doesn't know what all this shit is about. To her it was just a family we met at the park. Sophie adored the munchkin."

Gail's hand had opened, her purse just dropped to the floor, by the sound of the clunk, something might have broken. She ignored it.

"They played together, and had a great time." He paused briefly before continuing. "Sophie and I talked, it was fun."

Jim was standing by the bedroom door now. He still faced her. Gail had forgotten her purse in the floor and stepped around to the couch. She seemed to collapse more so that sit.

"Well you know," He pleaded. "Sophie and I hit it off more than you and Hank."

"The guy's an ass," She said flatly, not turning to look at him, her gaze held transfixed ahead.

"So we didn't hit it off and we didn't split up on Saturday. I mean Sophie and I did but our other halves didn't so it was a wash, but there she was and she was so nice, and before I knew it we were making plans for the afternoon."

Gail started laughing. She didn't turn.

"I took Melissa by your mothers place and made those arrangements, and she came over here."

"You fucked Sophie in our bed." She stated dryly, not turning, not looking in his direction.

Jim decided it was time to shut up.

"We met a couple at our swap club; you liked her, but he was a complete ass; we didn't agree to split up on Saturday; but you ran into her in the park and just fucked her when she offered." Gail finished the one complete run-on blurb as if she couldn't believe her own words. "After all the time we spent talking and agreeing on the rules, talking about how good something like this might be for our marriage, but how dangerous something like this could be for the munchkin, and if either of our parents found out."

"I was creative," He cut in.

"Oh I bet you were," she cut right back, "What creative story did you use to convince her to swallow and not spit?" Gail's voice had gone coarse and hard.

"I meant about your mother," He shot back. "She thinks I had to spend the afternoon and evening at my office grading papers." He paused. "I know it will work, it has happened before for real. I had Mellissa for the day; you worked, but I couldn't give her my whole day. You should have seen her face when she found out she was going to spend time with grand-ma-ma." 

"Jim, at the club on Friday he looked me right in the eye and told me he wanted to fuck me in the ass. He said it less than five minutes after setting down. What part of ass-hole did you not get you stupid fuck." She paused, as if considering something. "Did their little boy watch?" 

Jim gaped at her as if not believing. "What," He screeched sarcastically. "No Gail, my stars, honey, what do you think this is. She dropped him at his day care. He goes at noon each day."

There was pregnant silence between them. You could have cut it with a knife. Finally, "Look Gail, it was a sorry thing to do and I'm so sorry, look let's just get in the truck and go. I'll call Hank and tell him it just isn't happening."

He paused searching her profile for some reaction, any reaction. There was none.

"Look we don't have to do anything," He paused. "You don't have to do anything. This is no more serious than that silly swap club membership. All we would doing is breaking a rule." He paused briefly before continuing. "The rule actually, the main rule, they will pull our membership, and that will be that. We had each other before we started swapping and we will have each other when we stop."

He searched her face yet again, he searched for any kind of response - None. Her gaze simply bore straight ahead. She was staring at the dark screen of the lifeless television.

"I know it was wrong, if it's that big a deal let's get in the truck and go." He continued to try to prompt a response, something, anything to indicate how all this was going over with his wife.

Gail heard every word. The problem was, he wasn't saying anything. She had heard every word when he had said the first words, "I fucked Sophie today." He had said nothing since, nothing that mattered anyway. Finally, coarse dry disconnected voice, "What time?"

"What?" He asked abruptly, suddenly looking up and around, as if his mind had wondered off to his own bullshit for several seconds.

"WHAT FUCKING TIME IS THE ASSHOLE COMING HERE, YOU FUCKIN SHIT?" She screamed at the top of her lungs, before going totally silent again. 

Jim stared at her in shock, slowly, timidly, he replied. "He will be here at five-thirty. He said in a very quiet, almost inaudible voice.

Gail looked down at the floor and started laughing again. Finally, her face turned up towards the clock on the wall. It was twenty after, she found that totally hilarious as well. She laughed right out loud.

Gail's mind had darted through all the options. They had been swapping for about a year now. The munchkin was that one little thing in their lives. Melissa was the thing that got them up in the mornings and made the house payment important enough to pay every single month of the rest of their lives. But this was that other little thing, that grown up slightly naughty secret that disgusted her sometimes, yet made her tingle at other times. That reason for looking forward to Friday some weeks. It was their little secret, and no one else's. In its own way it had brought them closer together. 

Gail knew beyond any shadow of doubt that a year ago they had been headed towards that talk with Melissa. That mommy and daddy still love you and mommy and daddy are still mommy and daddy, but they just aren't going to be together so much anymore from now on. And you will still see both of us just not at the same time. Daddy won't go very far away. Her mommy and daddy had given her the little talk when she had been seven. More than anything else in the whole world she wanted Melissa to be in college before mommy and daddy's little talk. 

And that's where the damn club had entered there lives. The swapping club and their member ship had undoubtedly added years to their marriage. Now they didn't just always have to look at each other day after day, now there could be just a little something new and exciting, and Melissa didn't have to know, and her parents didn't have to know, and Jim's parents didn't have to know. They had talked about what lengths they would go to in order to make sure Melissa never had to know. Not even when she was old enough to understand, especially when she was old enough to understand.

Gail stood and walked into the bedroom. Jim still stood right outside and watched, still trying to gage her intentions. She reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt. It dropped pointlessly to the floor. She stepped out of it and took a pair of folded jeans from the drawer. Then almost as an after-thought, she dropped her panties, stepped over to the hamper, and dropped them in before pulling the jeans up and on. She glanced down off handedly, zipped, and buttoned. She turned and gazed at her husband. 

"I was on my feet nine solid hours today Jim," There was a pleading in her voice; it was as she wanted him to listen and understand and fix it. It was as if she wanted him to fix it even though they both knew there was only one way to fix it, and it was she not he who would be required to do the fixing. "I changed bed pans and I made beds and I fed invalids all day long and this is what I have to come home to."

He stared at her, he didn't respond. Gail knew it was his best move. 

Gail had passed the test and gotten her license a year after the munchkin was born; she worked as Licensed Practical Nurse. Jim had his Ph.D in Journalism. He taught at the local Junior college. That's why father and daughter had some days together without mommy. He got government holidays, Gail didn't. Kinder-Care was closed on government holidays. It wouldn't be changing anytime soon. Next year small fry would go to first grade. For the most part public schools got government holidays too. Gail still wouldn't. She gazed up at him. All Jim saw was the cold silent stare, he felt his blood chill in his veins. Gail was actually thinking about opening up and talking to him about all this right now. She decided against it. She would talk after.

She had heard every word in advance when she had heard his first words, "I fucked Sophie today." He had said nothing since. Gail knew she wasn't going to give it up, not and try to stay married to Jim. It had been his idea, and at first, she had thought it the stupidest bullshit she had ever heard. Then she had looked a little closer. The club was only open sixteen hours a week-six pm until two-in-the-morning both Friday night and Saturday nights. Only members could come, and they were actually quite selective. There was even a medical exam. There was never a week when all the members were there at once. Hell, there was never a week when more than about a third of the couples were there on any one night. Jim and Gail managed to make it about once a month. But once a month or once a year, something to look forward to was something to help make the nine hour shifts go by. Besides, it wasn't like they were inactive during the ensuing. There was the internet, a little tantalizing promise that could be partaken of every single evening after work if need be. Many couples met on the internet and only used Friday or Saturday night club, as they called it, to meet face to face. I mean, after all people do lie on the internet. Everybody lies on the internet.

And compliments of the internet, any time they actually went to the club, they always had a date. In a year they had met a lot of people. They did not frequently split. That was the term couples used when they decided to have sex. The standard way was to meet on the weekend night and then if things went really well, the two husbands spent the following weekend day at the other's house, with the other's wife. Jim and Gail always used the Friday night club time to date and then if they hit it off really well they split on Saturday. Lots of their dates were with couples they already knew and knew they wouldn't split with, in other words just for fun. And Friday after Friday Gail had, had a blast. And then of course there was always that mysterious little wonderfully evil nagging hope that this week might be their week.

Her nurse's uniform top lay in the floor now, her ample breasts held up and covered by a simple lacy white bra. Jim watched her. She saw him looking and for the first time in their marriage, Gail resented the fact that he was allowed to see her. Gail thought there were as many different kinds of marriages as there were couples in the world. He had cheated; he had cheated in the way that club people cheat. Now she had to fix it. She knew that when that was done she might just fix him for good. Suddenly she decided to talk some anyway. After all a girl can change her mind can't she? "Five minutes after we sat down," She spat out a curse. "You excused yourself to the fucking bathroom." She swallowed hard gazing up at him. "As soon as you were gone he looked right at me and said, "I am going to fuck you in the ass you gorgeous little whore."

"I'm sorry honey," He tried to start.

"I told you," Gail screeched at him, ignoring his attempt at apology. "I pulled you aside and I told you as soon as I had a chance so you would know these two were a no go."

"Do you want to get in the truck and just leave," He stammerd again stupidly. "I mean it is just sex baby, and it is just one time." Jim stopped as he took in the look in her eyes. She had just dropped a t-shirt over her head. It was blue and short, the hem barely reaching the belt loops on her jeans, just a thin strip of soft white flesh visible when she raised her arms or leaned back.

"Hank doesn't want to fuck me Jim," She started. "Hank Walters wants to rape me, he has since he laid eyes on me." She paused before continuing. "And my fucking ass-hole husband just gave the shit ass permission." She scowled.

Jim just gazed at her. The expression, 'hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn' seemed to fit. Problem was, he couldn't, to save his life, remember where he had heard that. Where did that come from? His mind tried to wander off.

They had only split three times. That first week they had met the most darling European couple. He was Russian, she was Polish. Everybody had like everybody right away. Dankir had the most exquisite deep blue eyes, and the most exquisite deep European accent. She melted beneath his gaze before he had said four words to her. And his wife was a baby doll. She was the kind of person you would just want to share anything in the world with. She had been so happy for Jim the next morning as he left with such an excited gleam in his eyes. Gail hadn't seen her husband so happy in years.

Then, and she had no clue how many trips to the club later it had been, before they met the most heavenly black couple. He was a drop dead gorgeous tall black man and she was light brown woman of Indian ancestry. Juan and Depa. Gail had no clue who she had enjoyed more, Dankir or Juan. The two couples still saw each other occasionally. Rules are rules, no one on ones. The couple does it as a couple or nobody does anything. And my stars the arguments she had heard, to that end. The hushed red faced fights just outside the ladies room, the cursing at the far end of the pool tables, the down right almost knock down drag-outs just outside the front-door. But Gail and Jim had in that sense always been a very good match. Gail supposed it was because they were enough alike to start with. They had always agreed on the other couples, if they were a go or not. That was until her husband went to the park today. Gail considered what Jim was saying; she considered just getting up and leaving. Just let the club go damn it. How long could something that sweet work with an ass like Jim in the middle of it anyway?

And to think she had done the guy such a favor. There had been one other split. The only one they had ever disagreed on really. And to that end it didn't last but a few seconds. She had looked back over at Cheryl, looked down, smiled, and simply gazed up into her husband's face. "Ok," She had said simply enough as she shook her head yes. They were the strangest couple. He was a weepy little red haired pimply man, a financial advisor or some shit, but he had been married to the most beautiful voluptuous tall blonde woman Gail had ever seen. Her husband had begged her, and she had given in quickly. His name had been Clive, and in her own way, she had ended up actually enjoying her time with Clive. And she knew Jim had enjoyed Cheryl. Hell, he hadn't stopped talking about the damn bitch for weeks.

They would all follow the rules; if she let that membership go, the other couples wouldn't meet with them anymore. No new dates and no repeats with Clive and Cheryl, or Juan and Depa, or Dankir, and she could never remember his wife's name. If for no other reason the fear of being caught and asked to leave themselves. The main driver of anything like this was always the thrill of meeting new couples, and every couple in the club knew they needed the club for that. Tens of thousands of clubs in an area like Kansas City from singles to go and have fun and meet new people. They were lucky to have two for couples, and they were both owned by the same organization. If you were kicked out of one you were kicked out of both. You could reapply in three-years. Rumor had it, it would do you no good whatsoever to reapply again like ever, but you could reapply again after three years. 

Gail walked back to the couch. She looked up at the clock. It was five-thirty sharp. He was officially late. Jim finally read from her actions that she planned to stay. She planned to keep the rules and keep the membership. He turned and disappeared in the bedroom for an instant. Gail heard something rattling around in there, and suddenly he was walking by. Keys in one hand, wallet in the other, shoes on.




Take-Two



"If you walk out that door don't ever come back." Gail scorned out hoarsely.

"What," He asked almost angrily.

"I will leave right behind you, and I will file for divorce tomorrow."

Jim glared at his wife.

"I mean it, you fucking ass, you made this mess now you will be here when I pay for or it, you will not set on your ass in a fucking bar somewhere while that piece of shit fucks me in the ass."

He stood his ground, there were no words, neither member of this particular partnership, probably a partnership made in hell by Satan himself, flinched.

Suddenly the door bell rang.

"If you open it you tell him we are forfeiting our membership and getting a divorce."

"What the fuck do you want from me Gail?" 

The bell rang again; it was uncalled for. Only seconds had passed. Clearly the person on the other side of that door was a bit on the inpatient side.

"You go in the third bedroom, that was what they called the unused room in their small house, and you turn on the camera." Jim glared as if he might kill her.

"You watch every minute, and when it is over we watch it together," She stood up to him, hell she had to get the door anyway. "Turn on the audio too. If I do this you feel every slimy second of it with me."

Jim watched as she headed towards the door. He turned. She was in the kitchen, picking up her purse. He turned again to walk towards the door. He decided that he had, had enough of her for one lifetime. The bitch was just too mad about Sophie and all this shit. It wasn't working out. But his feet didn't walk towards the front door. They walked, as if with mind of their own, towards the third bedroom.

The bell had just begun to ring a third time when she pulled the door open. Gazing up at him she saw Hank again. He hadn't changed since last Friday night. He still looked about fifty, as fit and strong as any man twenty-five years his junior, and as mean as any terrorist she had ever seen on television. The only thing she did like about this creep was that his hair was solid white. Gail had always loved white hair on a man whose body still bore the stamp of strength and youth; however, around this particular face and enclosing those particular cold blue eyes, it only served to make him look more detached, and somehow more dangerous. 

"Hi," Gail said looking up at him, trying to at least start off pleasant.

"Hey sweetie," He replied rather condescendingly. 

She stepped back, he took it as an invitation, and stepped forward and in.

"Welcome to our home," Gail began, shutting the front door and turning the dead-bolt behind him. "I would give you the twenty-five cent tour but I'm afraid there just isn't enough to justify even that humble fee." She said. As she had spoken Hank had faced away from her, into the house, his eyes sweeping from side to side taking it all in. Gail had actually been facing his back looking up to where his eyes would have been had he faced her.

He turned and gazed down at her. "Oh sweetie if that little shaved pussy of yours is on the tour, it's worth much more than twenty five cents."

Gail suddenly felt stunned. The realization of what she owed this asshole suddenly hit her full on. She envisioned herself turning and opening the deadbolt then the door and then she heard herself begin to scream, 'get the fuck out you damn ass-hole,'. Aloud she simply said, "Would you like anything, a coke or a beer, I believe we have some Millerlite."

"You know what I want," He replied, any pleasantry that had been on his face evaporating with these words.

Gail just smiled up at him. She looked away and swallowed hard, but suddenly it was as if he felt they had wasted too much time, and he had been in the house too long for nothing to be happening yet. He stepped forward, removing the brief distance that had been between them.

He reached up and cupped her breasts through her t-shirt. He began to squeeze. Gail stood and allowed the intrusion. But this was exactly what she had hoped to avoid. He had orchestrated it well, she had to give him that. He was between her and the remainder of the house. He was doing what men like Hank did; he was controlling the situation size, strength, body language and intimidation. Suddenly he was behind her, reaching around from behind cupping each breasts lifting feeling. 

He reached down and began to feel her pussy through her tight jeans. He was actually hurting her she realized almost instantly. He was lifting and putting too much force there. Her hand went instinctively to his. He stopped immediately. But he didn't remove it. He raised his hand to the button. Gail glanced down, she wanted more than anything else in the whole world, to be somewhere else right now. But she was here, and he was going to have her. She squinted her eyes as is disgusting fingers slid her zipper all the way down. Suddenly his hand was half inside. He gained access to as much of her pussy as he could reach without lowering her jeans first. 

He was sliding them down. Hank had worked her panties down about halfway between her ass and knees when she finally gasped, "We need to go in the bedroom dear."

"Actually, I believe my wife fucked Jim right here in the kitchen floor," He came back just as quickly. "Why don't we just do a take-two?"

Gail's mind raced. She needed to get this clown to the bedroom so her husband could enjoy the ensuing rape scene just as much as she would. His hand was still all over her pussy and several fingers were inside. The intrusion was already starting to give her a tummy ache. She struggled to think but his fat slimy fingers were repulsing.

"I'm sure," She began that they used the bedroom." She paused and searched, the groping still plunging ever forward. "I saw the stains on my bed sheet," Gail finished.

He stopped, the statement had clearly taken him off guard. "I want to set on the bed and suck your dick in the same spot where Sophie sucked Jim's," She paused. "She finished with her hand and I saw where he shot and landed right on the sheet." Her eye's darted as she searched for the perfect capstone with which to finish the lie. "It was still a little damp when I got home." 

He pulled his hand away. That had clearly gotten his attention. "Keep your pants where they are and lead the way," He finally said.

Jim sat in the third bedroom. He had locked the door behind himself. The monitor she had referred to was before him and he could see the bed, but there were no people. 

A year-and-a-half ago he had installed a camcorder in the bedroom. He had done it while Gail was away at a nurse's conference. He had thought it would make a wonderful surprise. He had found instruction on the internet. He had run the wires himself. The cubby he had cut into the wall had been even smaller than he had envisioned. Hell, camcorders were small as hell these days anyway. He had changed the dresser mirror to an identical but transparent one, and that had been the biggest surprise of all. It had been so easy. She never even noticed, and it was her house and her dresser and her mirror. Jim had run the power tapping into the opposite side of the closest wall outlet, and the signal itself from the camcorder to the monitor was wireless. A blank DVD fit right into the side of the monitor itself. 

That part had worked so well that Jim had felt motivated to search until he found additional stuff. He had bought a little box on the internet, a gamble really. It was a little square box with an electrical connection at each corner. A blue dot beside the lower two a red dot marked each of the upper. Three volts went across the red dots. On the back there was a phone number and two eight character alpha numeric strings. If you sent the upper code via a text message to the phone number the other two points were shorted electrically. They held until the other code was received via the same phone number. A little creative wiring across the switch and he could turn it on and off from anywhere. He didn't even have to move his dresser. It could all just stay where it was until some component failed and needed to be replaced.

She hadn't been that impressed. And he had to admit, watching themselves have sex on a flat screen computer monitor after the fact hadn't been quite as thrilling as advertised. Then she had made her husband swear on his life that none of those videos would ever make it to the internet. "What about with heads and faces changed with photoshop?" "Never," His little blonde bitch from hell had badgered him into humble submission. The DVD recordings had been his last best hope to bring the spice back into their sex life before 'The Club'. 

Now she was using it against him. Where were they? Not that he really wanted to see them together in the bedroom anyway. Had Hank actually let her pour him a beer or something. Maybe she was kind of wrong about the guy. Maybe they were out in the dining room having a beer and a intellectual conversation about pre-school age children. Maybe it wouldn't even happen, or if it did maybe they would do it on the couch so he didn't have to watch.

But then suddenly Jim felt his heart sink as his wife came into view. Her pants were down around her thighs, no panties, pussy out and visible. Her head was bent with shame and she was point and talking to him. Hank came into view. He towered above her, clearly intimidating, but listening to what she was saying. The he said something, and pointed, and Jim finally realized that he had forgotten to turn the audio feed on. He reached up and struggled to find the switch. When the sound finally came through they weren't talking anymore. His pants were off. She sat before him on the bed, her pants were still part way down, in that awkward position. Jim took a moment now to gaze, full on, at his dick. It was huge. 'What have I done to her? He thought. But there were two things going on in his heart just now. The first was revulsion, but the second was erotic excitement. The wild mixture of the two was almost bringing him to the floor with head rush intensity. Jim continued to watch the events unfolding before his eyes, as he felt his dick go hard as a rock. It stretched so fast and full that he realized the soft cotton of his shorts against it as a massaging sensation.

Her head was still bowed even in her sitting position. His hands were up and he was touching her face. He was gently stroking her cheeks and chin. There was something kind and almost sympathetic in the touch. He raised her face to look into his eyes. Then Jim saw as he pushed her mouth open with his left thumb. He stuck is thumb all the way into her mouth to the back to hear her gag. He smiled down at her. Gail just glared up at her assailant. But she did not move to resist. He gaged her several more times. Still she didn't resist. 

He adjusted her head until she was gazing right at his massive cock as it stood straight up between them. "You're going to swallow every drop." He said simply. She shook her head yes. He pulled her face down and on. He crammed his dick all the way in and held it tight. He did not let her bob. He controlled Gail's head entirely. He bobbed it some, but when he deep throated her she was deep throated, and when he withdrew her face slightly, she got a breath of air. Jim watched as Hank gagged his wife on that damn thing over and over again.

When the disgusting creep's cum began to squirt into her mouth Gail knew she was in for more, maybe too much more to endure. She could tell he was on Viagra, because he came too much and didn't go soft at all as a result. Only good thing about Viagra, it did also make things happen faster. 

When she had swallowed every drop he withdrew. Hank looked down at her and told her to take her pants off. Finally she thought no more of that humiliating half up and half down shit. Besides pussy out was pussy out. He didn't step back much even from the position he was in as she had sucked his dick, and she had to struggle around to get them down, off and away. But finally they were cast aside to lie askew there on the bed, maybe three feet from where she sat before him. 

Suddenly his hands were on her head and hair. He was lifting her by the hair. Until she realized he wanted her to stand, no verbal orders had been given, and she stood obligingly. He lifted her t-shirt up and her hands shot up to allow it to come over and off. He tossed it away and then he spun her around. She had been facing him now she faced away. Jim's view was a profile anyway. He quickly removed the white lacy bra, her big titties bouncing up and out freely. Then he did something that raised Jim's blood pressure, as well as his dick a little more. He hadn't thought either possible. He tied her bra around her neck and made himself a handle there. He could grab her by the neck anytime he wanted to now. He sat her back down, same position as before, and seconds later her head was back on his erect dick.

He reached down and played with her titties this time lifting and squeezing and Jim could tell almost hurting her. The tittie action kept his hands busy though, and that left Gail more in control of the dick sucking. She deep throated him anyway just not for such long stretches. This one was more a blow job than a skull fuck. He released her titties and reached up taking her by the hair again. He pulled her head off. She gazed up at him not understanding. "Stick your tongue out Gail," He instructed. And one second later he began to shoot all over her open mouth and her face. He came loads of thick white cum and painted her face and open mouth. Then he began to wipe it off with his fingers and cram it into her still open mouth. He reached all the way in to the gag spot again. He gagged her several more times as Jim watched and listened.

He told her to get up on the bed on all fours. She did, glancing up at the mirror at least once. There were no words for Jim to use to describe that expression. As he was standing back, letting her move to comply she turned a little more than necessary. Her backside, ass and pussy towards the dresser end of the bed. It worked, Jim's eyes went wide open as he realized she had given her husband and the camera the perfect view. Slight profile so he wasn't staring at Hank's ugly ass, but he could see Gail's business end. 

Hank reached under and across with one arm and hand getting a good grip. He held her now with one arm across her middle, waist area, one hand on her opposite hip. Then suddenly, Hank began running three of his fingers in and out of her open pussy from behind quickly and hard. He did not start slowly and gentle; he did not build up to it. Just all at once he was finger fucking the living shit out of Jim's wife. Gail forced herself to turn and look to the side which placed her face in perfect view of the camera as well. She shook, even the strong arm of Hank couldn't arrest all the reciprocal body motion. Her big titties shook wildly, jiggiling so heavily as they hung there beneath her, it seemed they might just fly apart. Her eyes squinted shut with the force of the invasion. He held her because of the sheer force of the rapid repeated penetrating effort. She could not have held herself still, willingness to comply and please or not. Suddenly he stopped and started working his middle finger into the venerable asshole there before him. My wife's asshole Jim thought as he watched the attack continue. Gail's face went flush with a new pain. She turned again, forcing herself to look at the spectacle in the mirror. Or at least that's what Hank thought everytime he saw her turn unnaturally in that direction. He worked it in and out hard and fast and Jim saw the action as well as the expression on her face. There was no doubt about it. She was crying now; She was making no sound but tears were welling in her eyes and beginning to run down her face. "I'm sorry honey," He heard himself say softly. 

He stopped. Three little words filled both Jim's and Gail's hearts. They were in two different rooms but they were sharing the same horror. It took him seconds to stop with the hands and reposition himself. Gail did not dare to move an inch in any form or sort of resistance or defiance. The head of his massive dick was just starting into her wide open spread pussy lips. He held the position for just a moment, who knows why. Gail took advantage of the break in the vibratory force and motion to turn and look into the mirror. Her face spoke volumes. 'Here you go asshole, this is what you caused; I hope this is what you wanted. Your wife is about to be split open by this gorilla and all you can do is set in the other stupid room and jack yourself.' Jim gazed at her, then he looked down and realized he had just came all over himself, loads of cum all in his shorts. He hadn't even touched himself at all. He just creamed all at once from the shear intensity. That hadn't happened since he had been seventeen.

And then in one instant Jim saw the creep on the flat screen tear into his wife. Moments before he had been finger fucking the living shit out of her, now he was literally fucking the living shit out of Gail. The motion was shaking her harder even than before. Hank held her now one hand on each hip. But once again, due to the sheer force of it, there was no way to completely arrest the motion. Her titties bounced so hard Jim though that might be a source of pain in and of itself. Hank fucked her hard and fast. Gail still crying turned and faced the mirror yet again. But due to the enhancement drug he was on, Hank was cumming fast too. Neither Jim nor Gail was sure if that was a blessing or not, but the motion slowed soon enough. Jim realized that Gail had gazed into the mirror for the entire duration of that round. Then her expression changed as Hank lifted her ass end, pulled himself in tight and hard and held it. He was filling her, making his deposit. Jim saw that Gail's facial expression held all the same levels of revulsion and pain, but something new as well. Something indescribably beneath normal human standards for a woman to hate the cum being deposited into her body at the very moment. Something humans were never meant to experience or be forced to see another experience.

Jim would always remember the point where the talking began. He had been surviving it, not necessarily well, but surviving it until she had started begging. The sound of his wife's voice as she had begged, had hurt him in a deeper way than anything which had come before. It wasn't the show either. It wasn't the way she wanted him to see, the way she wanted him to watch. Gail had forgotten about the mirror during those minutes. It had been entirely real. She had really been begging, and Hank had really done what Hank had really done in spite of her relentless pleading.

As he had finished in her pussy, Jim had seen just a brief glimmer of hope in her eye just before she turned away from the mirror. Hank withdrew and simply held her there. Once again to both Gail and Jim's surprise, no sag, no let down in the force or stability of his erection at all. But that didn't, in any real sense, mean anything. For all either of them knew they guy was just that way twenty-four-seven as the saying went. Slowly Hank reached under with his entire arm crossing his hand to the other side and grasping the opposite hip. He gently reassumed his previous advantage hold and position. For whatever reason Gail did not pick up on the meaning of that move. But then suddenly he inserted his middle finger all the way up and into Gail's open vulnerable little asshole again. It wasn't that complicated. The finger didn't change the big picture; they were in the dick fucking phase of the rape. He had said what he had said to her at the club and now he was paying attention to her little asshole.

Gail perceived the meaning of the gesture immediately. Her head raised slightly as she began to beg, "No please Hank," She began, "Let that be enough honey."




Take-Two



Still in his position from behind, his finger up and all the way in, feeling fingering, reaching, searching, probing, for an even deeper vantage point. He bent low over her placing his lips close to her ear. He whispered directly, "SSShhh, little whore bitch now, be quiet, this is what I came here for."

"No please Hank, please, that is enough fucking for one day, now let me go please," She was crying begging at the same time.

Jim's mouth went agape as he watched, feeling every tear in his own eyes.

He ignored her deep sobbing pitiful pleading. "Come on now my little whore, you know how I've wanted this little tight asshole since I first laid eyes on you."

"Why, damn it," She started trying to shift towards reasoning. Why do you want my little asshole, it ain't big enough for you any way." Gail argued. She was panting and breathing hard. She did not face the mirror. That was all forgotten. Gail was really in Hank's grasp, hoping beyond hope to get out without the ultimate, yet inevitable hopelessly bad ending.

Still bending over her, his massive frame dwarfing her small dominated body beneath him, he began to whisper again. "Now little whore, you know I am going to rip it open so just spread and take it, and stop fighting. It will be over before you know it if you will just spread it out." He paused just briefly before continuing. "You know this is what I sent that whore wife of mine over here to get for me earlier today, and you know I ain't leaving before I split it open."

"No please Hank don't she begged, please don't." Gail was bawling now.

Jim's eyes were wide and his mouth angry as he had heard the words, 'this is what I sent that whore wife of mine over here to get for me.'

Hank slowly withdrew the finger. Gail's eyes opened in horror and shock as she realized that gave him a free hand. "No Hank, please let me suck it again for you baby, let me swallow your cum again, you liked that didn't you?" She was talking fast and panting hard. Clearly she was forcing herself to talk as opposed to crying in a desperate attempt to apply reason again.

He ignored her as he reached down and began to manipulate himself into position. Gail's eyes went wide with shock yet again as she felt the massive head crush up against her tight little opening. "Please Hank don't, she pleaded again, let me suck it baby, please put it anywhere but in my asshole, I ain't big enough."

But Hank was through talking; he was in position and it was time to claim his reward. And as far as Gail and Jim could tell Hank had never inserted anything into anywhere slowly and gently, working, massaging, it in as he went. He thrust in hard and Gail screamed and cried both at the same time. 

Jim heard her scream through the wireless connection, but this time he also heard her scream in real life. He actually heard her voice all the way from the bedroom. He placed his elbow on the table before himself. He leaned his head forward into his hand. 

"Get it out she begged, please take it out." He withdrew and thrust hard again. Gail screamed in pain and begged him to stop. In and out he went again. Gail begged and screamed. Again he tore out and then immediately tore her little asshole open as he shoved his dick back into her. No one would ever know or care which thrust was the first one to sink all the way. The first hard fucking motion to finally open her tight little ass all the way, after which all the rest were simply dedicated to keeping it open and working it sore. He was full on fucking her in the ass now.

Then Jim both heard and saw something change. Her head went low and she held her face close to the surface of the bed. She began to gag and make a croaking sound. Jim saw that she was vomiting. Gail was gagging and choking up Hanks cum from the earlier swallowing. A thick disgusting mixture of saliva mixed with cum came up. It was yellow. She was struggling to breath between the spasms, but still the big man behind her paid little attention. It was as if he had seen it all before. He simply continued to wear her ass out hard. He fucked her in the ass hard and continuously. She squeezed her eyes shut and finished throwing up the rest of her stomach. Her face was just six inches or so above it on the bed. Gail seemed not to notice. She just kept her legs spread and continued to keep her ass donated to the pigs fucking pleasure. She knew it would start to wind down soon now. Suddenly through the intense, relentless, grinding pain, she remembered to look over at the mirror. Jim put his hand over his mouth to suppress his shock and revulsion. Her upper body still shook her titties still jiggled with the continuing forced fucking she was receiving at her sore worn out end. She had stopped begging; it was pointless now. She kept her face towards the mirror. Finally, mercifully, Hank began to slow. Very soon there-after he all but stopped. Then once again, he lifted her and forced all the way in. Gail held her face towards the mirror so Jim knew that it did still hurt. He slowed barely a little before a full deep holding insertion had its own unique pain signature and experience. He was holding tight now lifting. Her knees were off the bed. He was making his deposit; Hank was finally filling Gail's pretty ass with his cum. He was marking her ass with his cum to tell the world that he had opened this one up. It would fade only too soon and even Hank knew it, but for now he owned this tight, or maybe not so tight any-longer asshole. The look on Gail's face said that she wished he had just kept his own cum to himself. She sure as hell didn't want it in her ass, but in her ass it was. 

And then suddenly he was finished. Jim saw her face flush with pain one more time as he tore himself out abruptly. Then he dropped her onto the bed. She lay there beneath him, turned and twisted askew, as spent and used up as the blue-jeans deposited limply, close by, and earlier. Then suddenly he stepped back, put on his pants and left the scene before Jim's eyes. A moment later he heard the front door slam behind Hank as he left.

Jim walked into the room gazing at his exhausted wife. He walked over to the bed. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. He reached down and stroked her lightly along the back. It seemed to Gail to be the first gentle touch she had experienced in forever. He saw her smile weekly. Jim turned; he went into the adjoining bathroom and ran hot water onto several wash clothes. He also had a bottle of lotion, and a bath towel with him when he returned. She had fallen a foot and a half from the vomit. He folded the towel in half and covered the mess. That would do until he could get her into a hot bath, at which point these sheets could go in the washing machine. 

Gail's husband sat on the bed beside his wife. The first thing he did was wash her pretty face. He washed all the dried tears away until she was pretty again. The he reached over and lightly touched her ass cheek. She understood. She slowly twisted herself onto her stomach and forced her legs as wide apart as she could get them. Jim looked down at the torn bruised asshole there before himself. Jim felt a wave of relief was over himself as he now saw that she wasn't bleeding. He began to gently lightly massage and touch with the soft warm cloth. She squinted at first and then began to relax back into it. He slowly gently cleaned and sponged it up until the asshole stopped oozing cum. 

Finally she spoke, "Well I hope you enjoyed Sophie on the kitchen floor you shit ass," She paused letting her words sink in. "Because that fuck cost your wife her damn asshole."

Jim had been surprised, relieved once again, by the strength in her voice. She was herself. She had been through one hell of a fucking. But she was still herself and whole. In short, he could tell by that voice that she would get over it.

"She wasn't that good," He commented offhandedly. As he began to drop lotion on his wife's wasted ass. He used it liberally; he let it build up. Jim watched as it sank down and in. Then he reached forward and gently massaged the standing thick lotion in and around. "Ah," She let out a soothing low moan.

He stopped and allowed his hand to rest on her hip. She didn't seem to mind; her husband knew that was a good sign. That might mean that they would survive this together. Finally he said, "Can you roll over and let me do your pussy."

She raised her head considering and said, "I think so." As he watched he saw that most of the work was in getting her legs together so that she could roll. Slowly she did it though, and then she was face up. He pussy waiting as she lay gazing up at him.

Another wave of shame washed over Jim as he saw how red, bruised and sore his wife's pussy looked. He took another wash cloth and touched very gently. He washed softly, sponging up cum as much as there was. "Can you get your legs open just a little he asked. She did, still a slow pained movement. He used the advantage to soak her just a little deeper. Then the lotion followed by another, 'Ah' moment. 

Next he went into the bathroom and ran her a bath of warm, not to hot, water. He picked her up and carried her and placed his wife down in it. Her eyes went wide as it moved in filling, soothing every crack and crevice everywhere. He left her looking a lot better than when he had first entered the room after the ass had left. He went into the kitchen and poured her a coke over ice. He brought it to her with a couple of extra strength Tylenol. He already knew she wouldn't take beer or anything harder. Gail didn't drink.

He sat on the closed commode lid and watched as she slowly revived.

"You heard what he said?" Gail finally asked. "You heard what he said about sending Sophie specifically to seduce us."

"Yes," Jim replied. "I heard him, and I want to kill him."

"Well I guess we are learning about this club thing," She continued. "Singles are always either a man or a woman, but all couples are each. And we have a unique situation. We get a kind of androgynous experience. You now know what it's like to be a woman and to be raped."

He looked down at her. That was kind of true in a way he supposed though he didn't want to talk about it. "And you know what it's like to be a man and be seduced." He replied. The he looked at her long and hard. Finally, "I got it all on the DVD."

"Throw it away she shot back looking up at him." 

"What," Gail's husband asked looking confused. 

"You don't have to watch it again," She paused. "As soon as I saw you standing there in the door I knew you had learned your lesson." 

He smiled, then they both laughed, and then the conversation turned to something Mellissa had told him at the park today before Sophie had shown up.



Take Two



Warm citrus. Sweet basil. Tangy garlic. The kitchen was a delicious culmination of scents. I could roll around in them.

"Morning, guys." By default, there are mostly men at ski resorts. I still haven't exactly sorted it out, but it seems to have something to do with adrenaline and testosterone. 

In unison, "Morning, chef." I still get the goose bumps when I hear that. Tying back my long dark hair, my second in command, Eric, gives me the update on the day's events. The commotion from the front of the house interrupts us. With as much sarcasm as a mid-westerner can muster. Eric says, "I was saving the best for last."

Tying my apron around trim waist, I know I have snowshoeing to thank. I consider myself a cautions person. Maybe that's one reason I haven't learned to ski even though I've been working at this resort for three years now. The other reasons? Well, I'll think about that later. I take a glimpse out the kitchen door and I see the trouble. Hollywood trouble. 

Our five star resort is exclusive and beautiful. We're known for gorgeous views, fabulous food, excellent skiing and extraordinary prices. The recent buzz has increased our visitors but also brought... commerce.

"Andre, how are you?" Andre kisses both of my cheeks. Andre is the general manager and is fastidious about maintaining our exclusivity. So, shooting movies around here isn't exactly a popular activity.

"Kristina, please meet Mr. Adam Jones and Ms. Madeline Starr. They work at Imagine It Entertainment. Is that right?" Even without that information, their brand new ski gear gave them away.

"Yes, Yes. That's right." He pushes his glasses up and adjusts his down parka. A nervous man this Mr. Adams. "We want to shoot in your restaurant tonight. The director is on his way over with the details."

"I was just telling this gentleman that we do not allow movie production to take place at our resort. It's quite flattering, but it's also disruptive to our clientele. I'm sorry, Mr. Adams and Ms. Starr."

"Oh would you hear us out? This is for the Michael Bennett's latest movie. His last one won an Oscar, you know. This would be an honor for your restaurant."

Andre's face was priceless. "Mr. Adams, we have already been honored with a Michelin star. I'm afraid that Mr. Bennett could not beat that. Am I right, Kristina?"

A burst of morning air came through the side door. Oh, here we go. The brooding director type. Dark hair tousled like he hasn't slept in days or, if he has slept, it was underneath a size zero panties model. Black jeans loosely tucked into well worn hiking boots. Maybe he actually does hike? The fur around his collar, though, gave him away as "the director." Yes, I'd already judged him. While not exactly my finest quality, it has kept my heart safe.

Sliding his aviators off, his gray blue eyes did not look around the restaurant. They steadily gazed at our group as he strode over – all 6 feet of him.

"Andre? I'm Damien. Your restaurant is beautiful."

"Thank you, Damien, but we are not comfortable with what you are asking."

"What if we shot in the middle of the night when it was closed? We could arrange that you would not even be listed in the credits. We could keep the crew to a minimum."

I could see Andre mulling it over. Damien was not exactly "the director" type. Fine. He was direct and calm and didn't seem at all self-centered. Surely, this was part of his act. 

"Please allow Kristina and me to talk for a few minutes. We will meet you in the lobby."

"Kristina, what do you think? I think no. What do we get from it?" I opened my mouth to agree but Andre was already off to deliver the news. 

I turned to go back to the kitchen surveying the winter flowers and epic mountain view. Yes, it was beautiful here. "Kristina?" It was the director's voice. "Yes?" 

Damien smelled like... honey? Was that honey? Maybe my sense of smell was off today. Not a good thing for a chef. Clearly this guy didn't understand what personal space meant. 

"Can I change your mind?"

"My mind is not the problem." My body seems to be, though. I could feel a current between us. Stepping back, I turn through the swinging doors into the kitchen.

"Have I done something to make you dislike me?"

"I don't see why it should matter."

"Should I just take no for an answer when I know something will be perfect?"

Shaking my head, I push open the kitchen door. Damien stops the door and steps closer to me. His head bent over me. He repeats "Should I just take no for an answer when I know something will be perfect?"

The drama. I duck under his arm and back to the warmth of my home – my kitchen.

Moments later, Andre comes rushing in. "I've agreed they can use the restaurant. Kristina, can you please help the next two nights? "

"Oh Andre. How did they bribe you?"

"A very very large donation to Help for Huskies." Andre looks very satisfied. Dogs and babies. Gets him every time. 

Dinner service was over hours ago. Now, it seems to be the mid-night service. Damien, true to his word amazingly, has set up with a very small crew with minimal disruption. The only disruption is to my sleep. Eric and I have been reviewing the week's menu so it's not a total waste of time. 

"I'm going to see what's going on up front. Katy Jones is really hot, T." 

"See how close you get, Eric, before you get man handled by one of her bouncers." 

Eric takes the challenges and in comes Damien with his sleepy hair and his honey sweet smell. 

"I need.. Do you have two espressos in white cups?"

"Of course. I'm here to serve you." I stand to reach for the cups. And Damien's hand is on mine and, in the moment before he speaks, I can feel his breath on my neck. 

"I don't think for one minute you are here to serve me."

I turn around to face him and to tell him to stop getting so damn close when he talks to me, but he's gone. The drama. 

Eric pops his head into my office a few minutes later. "I'm heading out, Chef. That okay?"

"Leaving Katie Jones all alone? How could you?"

"Yea.. well Karen just texted." A wink and a smile. Drunk texting or sexting or whatever. "I think they're wrapping up anyway."

About 30 minutes later, I head into the front to see what's going on. Damien is alone at a table looking at a laptop.

"Are you done here, Damion? I'm going to close up."

"Do you want to see what your place looks like in a dream? It's for a dream sequence."

I sat down next to him and watched the footage. I had to admit that even in this form that whatever he had in his head was pretty amazing. It was surreal and serene at the same time. 

"Damien, this is really beautifully done."

"I was here on Thursday. Cioppino never was like that before. I saw you come out of the kitchen to talk to some customers and I wanted to meet you that night."

Is it just me that gets hot when a guy says cioppino?

"That was a pretty complicated plan to meet me. You could have just back into the kitchen."

"Yea, well, to me getting there is half the fun."

After dinner service, I had changed into a pair of Hudson jeans and an off white v-neck cashmere sweater. Damien brushes some hair from my face and I reach for his hand as he touches me. Not one to waste an opportunity, Damien kisses my cheek. Well, I'm not going to let this go by either. Why should I? The guy likes my cioppino.

His lips move from my cheek to my neck. I stand up and he grabs my wrist. "You running away?" he says

"You underestimated me, Damien. I'm just getting on top." I slide my leg across his lap facing him. Damien's breath slow and hot against my neck. I let my lips linger over his. Hands sliding down my sides, my waist and he lifts off his lap and onto the table. With his arms around my back, he leans me backwards with his face buried in my neck. 

I am waiting for that first kiss, but instead, Damien trails his fingers along my neck, between my breasts. I feel his finger tips on my stomach. This anticipation is electric and I want to grab him, but I am sure there are good things to come and I can wait if he can. His hot delicious lips kiss my stomach. I know I'm wet and we haven't even had our first kiss yet. 

That will have to wait... Eric comes rushing in. "Sorry sorry, forgot my phone"

Back to reality, I sit up and look into those blue green pools of ecstasy, "Time for bed, Damien." His eyebrows go up, "Alone."

"I can wait."

"Presumptuous."

"Yes, it is." He kisses my neck and is gone.

Back in my kitchen the next day, things feel good and normal again. I'm sure that the drama last night was fleeting, but damn it felt good. I cannot help thinking in between conversations with Eric and tasting buttery hollandaise and savory burgundy wine sauces that I want to run my hands through Damiens' thick hair and crush my mouth to his delectable lips. The more control he had, the less I did. 

"Chef." Then, louder, "Kristina."

"Yes yes"

"That's the third time I called you. Did you hear that they wrapped everything up last night? Katie Jones left this morning with her entourage."

"Back to normal. A good thing."

"Yea. Looked like I walked into a good thing last night."

I tossed my towel at Eric and walked into my office to return some calls. I was more than a little disappointed and needed a few minutes to myself for a pity party. No need for that, though, Damien was leaning languidly against the wall. The easy stance though couldn't hide the intensity of his gaze. Yep. Drama, but it was sure growing on me.

"Didn't think I would just leave. Did you?" He pushes the door closed behind and I back away from him. The magnetic energy between us is so hot that I'm actually afraid I might rip his clothes off if I get too close.

"I didn't know."

The office is small with no windows to the kitchen. A complaint I made often enough. However, it was working to my advantage today. There was just enough room for a desk, a chair and a visiting couch that is typically in the main bar but was relocated for the movie shoot. 

In one step, Damien is in front of me. Starting at my shoulders, his hands run down my arms. Holding my wrists, I arch into him with my face tilted towards his. A breath together and it's the kiss we've been waiting for is as fierce as I expected it to be. Our tongues touch and I press my breasts and hips against him. We are up against the door and I want to feel every inch of him against me.

His reaches to turn the lock. We can hear the kitchen's flurry of activity and, in total silence; I slide my hands up his t-shirt slowly. I want to rip it off but, instead, I kiss his chest as I slowly slide it up. With his arms raised as he takes it off, it's my first glimpse of his toned, tanned body.

Reaching for his jeans, I feel the curve of his hip. I look up and Damien is watching me. Drinking me in, I knew that white lace under my jacket would pay off one day. That steady gaze is enough to make me climax. Our mouths pressed against each other again. He unhooks my bra, discards it as I slide my hand down his jeans. No boxers. He fills my hand and I am breathing harder. So is he. He slides my pants down, panties too, kissing the inside of my thighs along the way. Then, he picks me up, legs wrapped around his waist and we move to the couch. Undressed, he moves on top of me and parts my legs with such slowness that I can feel the anticipation dripping.

Running my hands down his back, I breathe in and open my eyes as he does. Our eyes meet and he slides inside me and stops. Pulling out a little, then slowly inside again. This time, a little more.. again he does this over and over until I grab his neck and crush my legs around his butt and he buries inside me totally. There is no moderation here. The release is inspired, furious, and sweet. The deafness created by the passion lingers. Then the sounds return, the scents, his honeyed body.

"Damien – I'd say that's a wrap."

His lazy smile is worth the clichéd comment. 

"Time to take two." 



Take Two



I'd only ever had two one-night stands, and he was the second one. It was the real thing—meet for a drink, talk turned to sex, kissing in the cab, back to his hotel. I walked through the lobby at eight the next morning in my sky-high heels and back-seam stockings and was sure the middle-aged guys clustered at the checkout desk took me for a call girl.

He was traveling on business and lived far from me in another state. We'd set it up online and both gotten what we'd wanted, presumably. Goodbye, good luck. I certainly never expected to hear from him again. But now it was eight months later and he was calling me.

"I'm coming through New York next week. I'd like to see you."

"I didn't know you still had my number, Samir."

"Of course I do. I've thought about you."

I wasn't seeing anyone. There had been a man, beginning right after my night with Samir last spring, but it was ultimately a short-lived relationship—one that had left me shaken and sad. I'd been unusually celibate recently. "Okay," I said.

A few days before he was due to arrive, on impulse, I invited him to stay at my place. Didn't that make sense, since we'd evidently progressed beyond a one-night stand? Hotels felt so cheap and anonymous. That had been part of the thrill and the arousal for me last time, but now we knew each other, kind of.

I had misgivings, though, and started to wish I could take back my offer. We texted all week leading up to Samir's visit and he never said anything about sex. I'd like to get to know you better, he wrote. I hope I can cheer you up some. Was I crazy to assume he wanted to hook up again?

I recalled our encounter from the year before. In the bar, I'd told him I was submissive, but not a masochist. He was a tall, muscular man, and I hoped he wouldn't be tender. When he kissed me in the cab and inside the hotel room it was too gentle, though, and I'd let the alcohol fuel my recklessness before I could feel disappointment too keenly. I stripped for him, bending over in my stockings; I remembered prancing naked on top of the bed and daring him to come get me.

The sex was better than the foreplay. I'd been genuinely intimidated by his cock, which was so thick my hand didn't close around it. When he pulled my thighs way up and aimed that massive club at my pussy I looked at him and said, "I'm scared." He hadn't hesitated for a second; just replied firmly, "You can take it," and persevered. In that determined moment I thought I saw him at his best.

I knew he'd been very well satisfied, and pleased, that night—and the next morning. He'd touched me a lot; kissed me goodbye. But now he wasn't flirting, and this platonic behavior was making me feel insecure. The day before he flew in, I finally broke down and sent him a message saying, "So are you looking forward to fucking me again?"

Hours later, I finally got a response: Of course.

Oh. Well. But for some reason I didn't feel totally reassured.

We went to dinner in my neighborhood and he told me about where his job had taken him that summer and fall. I explained a bit more about the demise of my last relationship, but left out many of the pertinent facts. I could have said, Well, he was a Dom, which in this case meant he gave great spankings, but believed it was his right to spank a lot of other girls on the side, but I wasn't ready to open this can of worms with Samir. We had dessert and our second drink when he casually remarked, "You know, Emma, I finally looked at that website you told me about."

"What?"

"You know, the social media for kinky people."

I had talked about that on our date last year? How drunk had I been? "Oh? Did you join?"

I kept my tone light, unsure where this was going.

"No. I found you, though."

I swallowed some more rum and Coke.

"I read your stories."

"Oh." I stared at the ice and the anemic lime slice in the bottom of my glass. Maybe he would just drop it.

"Then I Googled your profile name and found your other stories."

Shit! Startled, I looked swiftly at Samir's face, but his expression gave nothing away. He was just gazing back at me calmly, although I had the impression he had moved closer—I felt pinned, trapped between him and the wall of the booth behind me. I clearly had to say something, but I didn't know what he was thinking. Was he disgusted? Freaked out? Aroused?

"Uh, you know, those stories. They're, uh..." I knew I was fidgeting and I felt my face heat. Change tactics, Em. Go on offense. I drained what was left of my drink and met his eyes. "Did you like them?"

"Yeah," he said easily. "You're a great writer."

He signaled for the check.

Wait—we were done talking about this? I had about a dozen questions. Did he look up my kinky online profile right after we hooked up? Or not until recently—after he planned to see me again? Or was that why he wanted to see me again? Did this change anything?

"You want to walk back?"

I realized I'd been spaced out, frowning in thought, and Samir was holding my coat for me. He put his arm around me as we walked back to my apartment, perfectly sweetly. But something was different. Before, I'd felt like I was seducing him, and other than the period of time where he was actively fucking me, I'd controlled the pace and the nature of everything we'd done together. That's how it normally was with the middle-class, educated men I was used to dating. Now, I felt vulnerable. The balance of power had definitely shifted in his favor. He knew my fantasies. Hell, he even knew the dirty ones that I posted anonymously to story sites but didn't claim in any kinky dating site profile. I knew I should have posted under two unique pseudonyms.

Damn it, why hadn't I thought to Google him? I clearly couldn't fight fire with fire. "What did you like best about last time—when we hooked up?" I murmured, cuddling close to Samir's side and gazing up at him under the streetlights.

"I'll show you—when we get inside," he answered.

He was far from discomfited, or effectively seduced, from the looks of it, and I was becoming apprehensive.

Back at my place I ducked into the bathroom. My nose was red from the cold and I had a sudden, insane urge to run back into the bedroom completely naked, or crawl back in on all fours—something crazy, just to force a climax to this agonizing, slow buildup of tension. But instead, after a couple of minutes, I just walked out again, and Samir was sitting up straight in the soft old armchair where I normally curled up to read.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

Oh, God. He was going to be dominant. Because he read my stories and knew that's what I wanted? Was he going to play a role, or was this what he wanted, too? But if he did, then why hadn't he expressed more dominance when we were together before? I'd told him I was submissive. If he was just doing this to please me, this could be so bad... Maybe I could still save it—best play along for now...

He had raised his eyebrows at my hesitation. I gave him a smile and started to do a striptease like I had in his hotel, months ago. I had turned my back and was sliding my bra straps slowly over my shoulders, like a burlesque dancer, when he said, "Hurry up."

"Sorry!" My voice was light. My tone said, Oho, someone's impatient! I smirked at him as I stepped out of my panties. If he wanted true submission he'd have to work for it.

I expected the command to "Come here" but instead he just lunged. I barely got out a squeak of surprise as he leaned forward and grabbed my wrists, then sat on the edge of the seat and pulled me up against the chair. I was hauled bodily over his lap an instant later.

My left arm was pinned against the arm of the chair as Samir hooked his arm around my waist and dragged my ass over his knees. The floor was inches from my face as I gripped his trousers with my right hand, trying to keep from being tipped upside-down. As I struggled to free my other hand and tried to shake my hair out of my face, I felt him stroke his hand over my naked buttocks and I froze. "Samir, I—"

"Shut up."

He laid his hand on me again. It felt huge and hot. The surprise of his attack was wearing off but my heart was still pounding, my breath coming shallow and fast. I couldn't believe it. He was really going to spank me! Thank God he couldn't see my face, because I'd started to grin like a fool.

Slap! Slap!

I jerked and cried out. "Ow!" Wow, no warm-up? Those were seriously hard spanks. "Wait—"

"Spread your legs."

"But—"

"I said, spread your legs, Emma."

I felt myself getting wet at the sound of his voice, saying that to me. It was awkward, but I shuffled my thighs apart where they rested on his.

"More."

My toes scrabbled for the floor. Finally he said, "Good."

There was a pause, while he enjoyed the view, presumably, and I tried not to squirm.

"Now, what kind of girl invites a man she barely knows to spend the night with her, and offers herself to him straight away, no questions asked? Hmm? What kind of girl, Emma?" His hand rested menacingly on my vulnerable butt.

"Um, a hospitable one? --Ow!" Two more hard spanks.

"Keep your legs open. Try again."

"That's not fair. You—"

Slap! Jesus! Did he only have one setting? He hit me four times and I had to swallow against tears that were already threatening.

"I didn't ask you to argue with me, Emma. Just answer."

I knew what he wanted me to say. I closed my mouth and shook my head.

The next volley of swats almost broke my composure. He kept hitting the same spot—low on my cheeks, near the crease with my thighs. It stung horribly. I had started to wriggle crazily and finally flung my right hand back to cover my ass, crying out. He just pinned it against my back with the same arm that held my waist and spanked me twice more, harder than ever. "Open," he said, his spanking-hot hand urging my thighs apart again.

I almost let my sobs go just from humiliation. I hadn't even realized I'd been kicking my legs. "I'm still waiting," he said. I opened my mouth. "Fuck you," is what came out. Oh, shit. "Wait—that's not what I—"

I was crying and apologizing a few seconds later as Samir walloped me. By the time he stopped again I'd begged him to several times. "Okay, okay!" I cried, trying to catch my breath, tears still dripping freely onto the hardwood floor. My ass was on fire but now my whole body started to burn with embarrassment. Samir nudging my thighs apart again made it infinitely worse. "You want me to say I'm a slut, right? Fine. I'm a slut."

"Good girl," he said, and I was briefly furious with myself that I found this so soothing and reassuring. But then his fingers stroked over my pussy and I forgot about everything else. "What do you need, little slut?"

"Ooooooooo," was all I could manage as he rubbed my clit. His thumb pressed into me and I ground my hips against his hand.

"Tell me, or I'll spank you again, tie you down, and you will not be cumming tonight."

Oh, my God, who was this guy? He'd pulled off a complete transformation. I was tempted to call his bluff, but I also wanted to please him now. And his hand felt so good—if I could just get a little more traction to fuck his thumb— "Fuck me!" I cried. "Please, make me cum. Use me. I'm so horny. Make me cum, please, please."

"Like this? Bent over my lap, your punished ass in the air? You want to cum on my hand?"

His thumb pressed against my G-spot and his middle finger slid over my clit. My body clenched hard and wetness poured out of me.

When my orgasm subsided Samir carried me to the bed. I lay draped over his chest, shivering from time to time when he ran his cool hands over my inflamed buttocks. "I have some questions for you, mister!" I muttered, idly admiring the contrast between my pale, blushing skin and his smooth, dark body. He seemed to be waiting. Finally I just blurted, "What the hell?"

He laughed. "What can I say, sweetheart. Your writing inspired me."

"You mean you started spanking women after you read my stories?" He nodded, grinning. "But—" I felt irrationally jealous of these other women who had benefited from my effect on Samir. "You looked me up online right after we met? Then why did you wait so long to get back in touch?" I was insecure again, all at once, and I sat up, looking down at him and biting my lip.

He lounged at his ease, hands behind his head, still smiling. "I was practicing."

Was he joking? This wasn't funny. I started to get up but he caught me, pulling me back down beside him and then rolling on top of me. "Of course I'd thought about this kind of stuff before, Emma," he said, and I almost wished he would stop kissing my neck and jaw so I could focus.

"You mean—"

"Dominance and submission, and, yes, spanking." Unbelievably, I blushed, and he laughed at me. "It wasn't really a focus for me—and I had to work out some issues from my upbringing. But your stories inspired me because you wrote them. When it became about you, it started to be something I really wanted."

"But—but I told you I was submissive in bed—"

"You were trying to shock me, and get the kind of sex you wanted, you brat," he shot back, and I gasped, but shut up. "And then tonight—for a girl who likes to submit, there's a lot of manipulation, pouting, and general brattiness going on. 'Fine, I'm a slut.' That's not genuine obedience. I was very easy on you this time. But I won't be in the future. And you'll learn."

I suppose I should have been acting penitent, but I couldn't. By the end of this marvelous lecture I was beaming. "Samir. Yes. That sounds wonderful."



Take Two



It had begun one night when Emma and Wayne were making love. As she straddled and then rode him in her usual energetic manner he had reached around and begun to play with her from behind, touching and probing until finally his finger had found its way into her anus. She was shocked at first, but then she was surprised to find it a strangely enjoyable sensation to have both a finger and a cock inside her at once, different but very pleasurable. It was something she had not tried before, but then, at the tender age of nineteen, there were plenty of things she had not tried before and she looked upon her older lover, Wayne was twenty-eight, as her bedroom teacher and mentor. He was the one to help her explore the world of erotic pleasures, or so she believed.

'Mmmm, that's nice.' She had told him, wriggling her bottom a little as she descended to force him deeper, wondering at the same time if she liked it because she shouldn't.

Wayne smiled without answering except to stab his finger as deep as he could reach, making her eyes to widen in shock by immediately triggering a colossal orgasm.

Later, as they lay enjoying a post coital cuddle, she voiced the thoughts that were unexpectedly marching through her mind. If a finger there felt that good, what would a cock be like?

'Wayne? You know where you put your finger?' She had asked. 'Have you ever had proper sex with anybody there?'

He turned his head and looked at her in surprise. Actually, he hadn't, but he wasn't about to admit that because he wanted Emma to believe he was fully experienced in all things bedroom related, and it was something he'd often wanted to do but had never had the nerve to suggest to any of his previous girlfriends. The fact that Emma had brought the subject up herself was cause for astonished elation.

'Just a couple of times.'

'What's it like?' 

He hesitated while he formulated an honest sounding reply, thinking and hoping that just maybe she might like to try it. 'Well, from a man's point of view it's nice. It's tighter than a pussy fuck, and you need a lot of lube, but the odd times I've done it we've both enjoyed it.'

'Does it hurt?' She also turned her head to face him and was looking at him intently, her pink tipped breasts rising and falling rather more than their earlier session warranted.

'Not if it's done properly.'

She gazed at him silently for a minute or so, her eyes searching his face for answers to which only she knew the question, and then she rolled onto her side, her hand trailing down to find his spent and still sticky cock and to massage it hopefully.

'Would you like to do it to me?' 

The residual sensation of his finger inside her rectum and pressing against the cock in her pussy was still exciting her, and the intriguing idea of taking such naughtiness to the next level was making her heart beat quicker.

'We'd need to use some sort of lubrication, but if you're sure you'd really like me to.'

She felt that she was ready to push at her sexual boundaries and try things she'd never done before. It was time to be a little more experimental.

'Yes, I'm sure. I really want to do it, if you're careful.'

'You get some lube then, and if you still want to next time, we'll give it a go.'

Both the idea and the responsibility of it were going to be down to her, he had been determined on that so that if it didn't work out, the fault would be all hers, but Emma neither knew nor cared about who would be responsible, she just wanted to try something new and just a little kinky and she was a bit miffed that she would have to wait, but her next trip to the mall was to buy a tube of lubricating gel.

'Shall we try it?' She asked him when they were alone together next.

'Try what?' He responded, pretending nonchalance as if he hadn't been thinking about 'it' ever since they had last been in bed.

'You know.' She felt herself blush. 'Shall we do what we said we would and do it in my bum?'

'Oh that? Yes, why not?'

'We don't have to.' She sounded puzzled and a little hurt.

'No, no! I want to.' He back-pedalled hastily.

'Be careful, won't you?'

'I promise. Are you organized?'

She nodded with her eyes bright with nervous excitement, knowing that he meant had she bought the lube. 

'Come on then.' He took her hand and steered her towards his bedroom, unzipping the back of her dress as they went.

'You're enthusiastic all of a sudden.' She giggled, unclipping her bra as her dress slid to the ground.

'And I'm not on my own, am I?' He observed with a grin, watching her step out of her panties even as he unbuckled his belt.

Two minutes later she had handed him the newly purchased lube and was on all fours on the bed ready for him. 'Are you ready?' She asked, sticking her bottom out high.

'Don't you want a kiss and cuddle first?' He asked, surprised by her eagerness. Emma was not usually a girl to go straight for the main event.

'No, not this time.' She looked over her shoulder at him as he kicked off his boxers. 'I just want to do it and see how it feels.'

'And who am I to argue with a lady?' He asked with mock chivalry, only to be taken aback when she burst out laughing, a nervous laugh that showed her anxious state of mind.

'And how can I be a lady when I'm kneeling like this waiting for you to do me up the arse?' She asked. 'If anybody else knew I'd die of shame.'

'Don't worry, nobody else ever will.' He assured her, climbing onto the bed to kneel behind her. 'Ready?'

'You will be careful and take it easy, wont you?' She asked, a little tremor in her voice. 'I really want to do it, but I'm as scared as hell.

'I promised you, didn't I?' He flipped the lube open. 'And anytime you want, just say and I'll stop.'

Reassured, she nodded. 'Let's do it then.'

There was a short pause and then she felt the cold slipperiness of lube around her anus. She shivered, partly from the sensation of sudden cold, but mainly with excited apprehension, especially when his finger tip pushed into her, rotating and sliding back and forth, making her ready for the intrusion, lubricating and opening her at the same time. This, she told herself, was what she wanted and she was going to enjoy it. She was going to experience her first taste of what in her eyes was extremely kinky sex.

But then his finger moved away and for what seemed like an age there was nothing. She waited impatiently with her eyes screwed shut and her hands clenched into anxious fists, but the expected penetration didn't happen. She looked around, peering nervously over her shoulder, wondering if he had changed his mind and decided it was just too dirty to do, but then smiling inside at her own silly anxieties when she saw his hand go from spreading lube on his shining cock to close the flip-top of the lube. He wiped his hands on tissue and then looked back at her.

'Okay?' He asked, seeing her staring at him. 

She nodded and set herself once more, still looking at him over her shoulder, watching him with excited embarrassment as he pulled her cheeks gently apart and stared at her anus for a few moments before he shuffled closer and gripped her hip with one hand while the other guided his cock towards her. Her heart hammered and she could feel her breath coming in short little gasps, fear and arousal fighting for dominance. She turned her head to stare steadfastly to the front and waited.

The first touch of his cock against her body brought a gasp of trepidation and she had to resist an instinctive urge to pull away, making herself push back instead as he pushed against her. This really was it, she felt him leaning towards her, the pressure against her rosebud increasing until she needed to press back harder to prevent herself being moved forward. She was scared now that he wouldn't be able to penetrate her or that it would need so much force as to be painful. She willed herself to open and admit him and then, just as anxiety made her want to stop him, she felt her sphincter give way and open just enough for his cock to enter. The entry was unexpected and abrupt, and she heard him groan with sudden pleasure even as she gasped with relieved surprise. It had happened almost completely painlessly, with only a very brief and hardly noticeable moment of discomfort as her sphincter stretched to accommodate him. He paused with his cock head just inside her, allowing them both to become accustomed to the sensation.

'Okay?' He asked her again.

She nodded. 'Yes, I'm fine. Do it.'

He adjusted his position and took hold of her hips, pushing forward so that his cock slid deeper into her rectum until she felt his body press up against her bottom. She gasped at the sensation and again he paused, intent on making sure she was comfortable with what they were doing.

'Do it.' She told him urgently, the forbidden nature of what they were doing making her feel wonderfully naughty and just a little smug.

'Sure?'

'Yes, do it to me.' Her voice was breathless with excitement. 'I want you to come inside my arse. I'll stop you if it hurts.'

Her words reassured him that at least it wasn't hurting so far and he began to thrust into her, slowly and cautiously at first but picking up tempo and power as he went until he was fucking her arse as hard as he would her pussy, grabbing at her hips and grunting with illicit enjoyment every time his cock slammed into her.

Emma could feel him sliding in and out of her, the sensation different to normal sex but without feeling so alien as to be unpleasant. In fact, she was happy to admit to herself, it was actually bloody good. She could feel his cock filling her, the close fit in her tighter passage magnifying the feeling wonderfully, as if she were being taken by a giant.

But for all that, the overall effect wasn't exactly what she expected. Sure it was exciting and it got her going, perhaps mainly because normally it as so taboo, but she felt as if she were missing out a little. She liked it, in fact she liked it a lot, but her pussy felt empty even as her rectum felt so beautifully full. Wayne's finger had entered her when her pussy was filled with his cock, and now she missed having something in there too. She had attracted to the idea of having something in each hole at the same time and this wasn't quite it.

'Can you finger my pussy too?' She asked.

Wayne tried to reach down under his cock to her, but he had to lean sideways and even then he couldn't quite reach. All that happened was that his rhythm was interrupted and he nearly slipped out.

'Sorry, sweetheart.' He apologised breathlessly, taking hold of her hips again and thrusting steadily once more. 'I can't do both.'

She could see that it wasn't possible, but she still felt disappointed, robbed of the complete sensation, even though it wasn't really spoiling her enjoyment of being so naughty. It was, she thought to herself, a shame he didn't have two cocks, one for each entrance. Nevertheless, she loved the feeling of having him inside her arse and she could feel an orgasm building steadily.

She came roughly five seconds after he did, her climax finally triggered by his cock twitching and jerking inside her rectum as he pumped his spunk into her. The exciting knowledge of what he was doing made her come explosively, a short but extremely powerful detonation that had her yelling out with surprise at its intensity before slumping forward, dislodging his slippery cock from her well filled arse.

'A pity you couldn't have me in both holes at once.' She gasped, finally voicing her frustration as they lay side by side to get their breath back.

'I'd have to split into two to do that, unless I get someone to help me.' He joked, not realising what seeds he was sowing.

During the next few days she and Wayne tried anal sex twice more, but even though she got an illicit kick from it each time and a powerful orgasm, still she wasn't happy and finally she decided that, just as he had jokingly suggested, two cocks was what was needed. The next week was spent persuading Wayne to go along with her fantasy, and eventually she got her way by promising him that he could count it as her birthday present in two weeks time and that when his birthday came around she would find another girl to make a threesome up for him. 

For Wayne's part, he found that he wasn't as against the idea as he expected he should be and the thought of seeing another man with his cock up Emma was actually quite a turn on, especially as a couple of months later his own birthday would see her repaying his big-heartedness. He didn't feel at all jealous at the idea; after all, they wouldn't be making love in the romantic relationship sense, just being kinky. He set about finding someone.

'I've found a fella to help us out.' He told Emma excitedly one day.

He heard her ecstatic breath. 'Who?'

'Carl.' He told her, naming one of their mutual friends. 'And Debbie is prepared to be the other women when it's my turn.' He wasn't going to let her forget her side of the bargain.

Emma frowned briefly. Her hastily made promise had come home to roost. Still, she told herself, at least I haven't got to ask embarrassing favour from among my friends and it won't be some strange girl that I don't know.

'There is a condition though.' Wayne sounded worried, as if he didn't expect her to agree to whatever it was. She looked at him questioningly.

'We have to do the same for their birthdays.'

Emma's mouth opened but it was several seconds before any words came out. This was something she hadn't bargained for.

'So you want me to go there on Carl's birthday, and you when it's Debbie's?'

'Yes.' He shrugged his shoulders as if to say it was nothing to do with him. 

Emma suspected otherwise. She thought about it for only a very short second. 'Yes, all right.' 

Why not? If she was going to be experimental, then why not take it a step or so further?

'Are you certain?' His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

She nodded and smiled brightly. 'Of course. Then you'll get the chance to stick it up Debbie's bum, won't you?'

'I don't know if that's what they want.' He replied seriously, missing the tease in her voice. 'Would it bother you?'

'No. fair's fair. Just ask Carl around on my birthday and then you can do what you like when it's Debbie's.'

They made love, this time by unspoken agreement via the normal entrance. It would be that way until the night of her birthday some two weeks later. She expected to be nervous at least, if not scared stiff, but when the day came she found herself just excited and aroused. To have two men intent on satisfying her sexual curiosity was a massive turn on.

Even though they all knew each other, when Carl arrived there was an awkward silence at first while they sat looking at each other and wondering what to say. It was Wayne who eventually broke the deadlock.

'Look.' He announced. 'I just want to say that whatever we do tonight is all right with me. This is Emma's day and I want her to enjoy it.'

Carl nodded and gave them each a rather embarrassed little smile, but Emma reached across and took Wayne's hand, squeezing it gratefully.

'Thank you, darling.' She smiled broadly with happy relief, then paused for a moment and looked from one man to the other. 'Shall we go into the bedroom?'

The move from one room to the other was enough to give them the momentum they needed and once the bedroom door was closed they impatiently undressed, excitedly watching each other remove each item of clothing until they all stood naked and trying to appear nonchalant. 

The two men were almost the exact opposite of each other, and that somehow made it all the better. Carl was tall and relatively slim, while Wayne was short and stocky, and more muscular. He was also far more hirsute, his body covered in dark wiry hair in contrast to the scarce fine blond hair that was almost unnoticeable on Carl's tanned body. 

Emma gazed at them both, cheerfully contemplating the two erect cocks that now stood before her and wondering which she would prefer where. Wayne's was shorter than Carl's but made up for that by being thicker and uncut, whereas Carl's longer, slimmer one was fully circumcised. It was girth that finally made her mind up for her, she would have Wayne in her pussy and Carl, with his slender clean cut cock, in her arse. 

She shivered with excitement at the thought, knowing it was down to her now to get proceedings underway. She moved forward between the two men and reached for their cocks, taking one in each hand and gently stroking them, feeling and enjoying the difference between the two rock hard shafts. This was the first time she had ever touched two men at once, and certainly the first time she had touched someone with her boyfriend present, but it didn't seem wrong, just exhilarating. She ran her fingers up and down the two shafts, smiling to herself at being so wicked before standing on tiptoe and planting a quick kiss on Wayne's forehead by way of thanks.

'Come on, let's get started.'

She released them both, climbed onto the bed and spread her arms out across the pillows, nodding to either side for them to join her.

'Come on, play with me and make me ready.' 

The two men hesitated briefly; looking at each other to make certain each was comfortable with the other's presence, before Wayne climbed on the bed to her right and Carl doing the same to her left. Once again they hesitated, looking at each other over Emma until, eager to continue, she placed a hand on the back of each head and put and end to the dithering by simply pushing them down to her breasts, sighing with pleasure as they each closed their lips over a nipple.

Emma was sure that with his face only inches above her heart Carl would be able to hear her it thumping with excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead. But she didn't care, she wanted him to know how she was looking forward to having him inside her at the same time as Wayne. She squeezed the back of his head and pressed him more firmly against her breast, smiling a tiny happy smile when he answered by gently biting her nipple. 

Wayne was sucking hard on her nipple, pulling it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, his free hand sliding down her body to seek the join of her legs. She opened them ready for him, hooking her thighs over those of her lovers to spread herself wide and exposed in invitation. She felt Carl's fingers cautiously finding their way towards her pussy and groaned with sheer delight at what was happening. It was going to be two men touching her at the same time, two men playing with her pussy, whatever could be better than that?

Wayne's hand was wandering along the length of her thigh, teasing her, pretending to touch her but turning away at the last moment, making her lift her pelvis in encouragement, waiting to be touched and wondering if it would be Wayne or Carl, who's fingers trailed softly over her stomach, who would find the first. She was rapidly getting to the point where it didn't matter who, so long as someone did. She groaned again, gripping their hair with her fingers in her excitement and pushing them harder into her breasts.

In the event both men found their target at the same time, Wayne searching and finding her entrance and then sliding two fingers into her at exactly the same moment that Carl's tiptoed over her pubic bone and trapped her clit between two of his own. She gasped and thrust up automatically with her pelvis, overwhelmed by the naughtiness of what she was doing, impaling herself on Wayne's fingers and trying hard not to dislodge Carl's.

'Oh yes.' The words were gasped from deep in her throat as she felt the first signs of an orgasm. 'I like that.'

In truth she did more than like it. She'd never felt anything even resembling the feelings generated by two men playing with her at the same time, each touching her in their own way. Wayne was, as always, trying to penetrate her pussy as deeply as his rather short stumpy fingers would go, ramming and screwing them into her, while Carl had nipped her swollen clit between the fork of two fingers and was very gently and quickly stroking its tip with his thumb. She could feel an unexpected orgasm rapidly boiling up inside her, a wonderful combination of sensations heat and pressure within her pelvis that were becoming stronger and stronger as it came closer to fulfilment. 




Take Two



Before she could even say anything to warn her partners her climax erupted so powerfully that her entire body seemed to go tense, every muscle trying to contract at the same moment, making her arch her back, curl her toes and clamp her mouth into a gritted grin. She found later that she had gripped Carl's hair so vigorously that she had actually pulled a clump from his scalp.

'Fucking hell!' She gasped afterwards as she lay trembling and panting, trying to get of her body control back. 'That was fucking awesome, absolutely fucking awesome.'

'It must have been.' Wayne grinned down at her. 'To make you swear like that.' He was used to Emma reprimanding him for his use of 'f' and 'c' expletives and for her to use one was extremely rare.

'I didn't mean to come.' Emma explained. 'I just wanted working up, but I couldn't stop myself, and it really was awesome.' The 'f' word had disappeared this time.

She lay there silently smiling up at the two men, seeing both anticipation and anxiety alternate in their expressions as they wondered if she was still up for the main event. Suddenly she nodded and stirred, sitting up between them.

'Right.' She told them, her breathlessness still evident on her voice. 'I'm ready.'

'Hop off the bed a minute Carl.' She waited until he had done as she had asked and then rolled over onto her knees at the edge of the bed before turning to Wayne and indicating the middle of the bed with her hand. 'Lie down, sweetheart.'

He looked at her curiously and then, as the penny dropped, he lay on his back smiling broadly, his cock standing hard and proud like a kind of stubby mast. She handed Carl the tube of lubricant from the bedside table and then straddled her boyfriend, guiding his cock to her pussy and sliding onto it, moaning quietly as his cock slid home, very excitedly aware that, for the first time in her young life, someone was seeing her having intercourse. That realisation alone was making her heart beat faster, let alone what was to come.

'You know what to do with that, don't you.' She asked Carl, baulking at wanting to explain any more explicitly. Carl nodded and flipped up the top of the tube, squeezing a glob of the clear gel onto his fingers. 

Emma pushed herself hard onto Wayne's cock and then lowered herself into position, letting Wayne put his arms around her and hold her close, her bottom thrust out ready to be used. He began gentle upwards thrusts, his cock moving inside her as if preparing her for what was to come. She found herself trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear, apprehensive enough to jerk forward slightly and gasp out loud when she felt Carl's cold slippery lube coated fingertips find her anus.

'You sure you're okay with this?' Wayne whispered in her ear, wanting it to happen now but also willing to forgo it if she wanted.

'God yes. This is my birthday treat, remember?' She was happy at Wayne's concern, but worried that he might suddenly back out. 'Just cold lube that's all.'

First one and then a second of Carl's fingers pushed into her anus, twisting round and pushing back and forth to make her entrance slippery and ready for his cock. She closed her eyes at the curiously wonderful sensation of his fingers sliding into a passage compressed by Wayne's cock only a thin membrane away, and wondered if he could feel Carl's fingers.

'Christ. It feels like he's wanking me off.' Wayne whispered into her ear, answering her unasked question and worrying her once again that he might call everything off.

'Feels fantastic for me.' She told him truthfully, encouraging him to let it continue.

Carl's fingers withdrew, their job done, and she felt the bed move as he climbed on behind her.

'This is it.' She whispered to Wayne. 'Promise me you don't mind.'

'I don't mind, honestly.' She could feel his mouth smiling against her ear and knew he was telling the truth. She was trembling even more now, excited anticipation overtaking fear as the moment finally arrived.

She could feel Cark guiding his cock towards her, touching it to the top of her crack and sliding it downwards presumably to be sure not to come into contact with Wayne's shaft as it moved steadily in and out of her. She smiled to herself and waited, holding her bottom out until finally his tip found her entrance and stopped. 

'Ready?' Carl's question came unexpectedly and to her surprised amusement it was answered by Wayne.

'Very. Just do it man.'

Just like when Wayne entered her for the first time, Carl simply leaned against his cock, increasing the pressure until her sphincter opened and let him in, but unlike Wayne he didn't pause there but kept pushing until his shaft was all the way inside her, making her gasp with both surprise and delight. He took hold of her hips and, kneeling behind her, began to thrust himself into her.

'He's doing it.' She whispered to her boyfriend, knowing all the time that the announcement was unnecessary. 'He's in me.'

'I know.' Wayne whispered back. 'I can feel him.'

'Is it nice?' He asked her after a moment.

'It's beautiful.' Emma turned her head a little until she could find Wayne's mouth and kissed her boyfriend deeply just as Carl began thrusting into her rectum. She couldn't imagine anything naughtier than kissing one man while being fucked in the arse by another, and just the thought of what she was doing gave her a sudden adrenalin jolt and made her heart begin to race. It was, she thought, her mind running wild, a shame that nobody was filming them so that she could enjoy the memory afterwards. 

She was still kissing Wayne, their mouths locked together, sharing the experience and now she began pushing her tongue in and out his mouth, thrusting in time with Carl's thrusts into her arse, quite slowly at first and then quicker and more forcefully until she was stabbing his mouth with her tongue as she was jolted forwards by Carl's movements. Wayne suddenly pulled his mouth away and put his lips to her ear, still plunging steadily into her pussy, wonderfully out of sequence with Carl's stronger thrusts.

'You're a kinky little bitch, aren't you?' His voice was thick with lust.

'Oh yes, very kinky.' She smiled as she admitted it, knowing that was what he wanted to hear.

'You like having two men, don't you?'

'Yesss.' She hissed in her arousal. 'Can you feel him inside me?'

The feeling of the two cocks, both moving at different speeds in two different passages, was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The very idea of what she was doing, what was happening to her, stirred excitement and lust, causing her to grin uncontrollably, a mental arousal over the top of the physical arousal that being fucked by two men at once had produced. Now, for some bizarre reason, she just wanted Wayne to acknowledge that she had another man's cock inside her to make her experience complete.

'Yes.' Wayne breathed into her ear, not wanting Carl to hear him. 'I can feel his cock against mine as if we were both in the same hole. And I like it.'

She was surprised and stimulated by his admission. 

'So you like me being fucked by your friend as well as you?' She asked him. 'When you can feel him doing it?'

'Yes. Hope I can feel it when he comes.'

'So do I. I want you to know when he fills my arse with his spunk.'

'Is he going to make you come?' Wayne asked.

'Yes, and soon.' She could feel the beginnings of a climax already growing.

'And you want him to come in your bum?' It was part statement, part question.

She took a quick inward gasp at the thought of it, knowing that it was going to happen soon. 'As long as you come in my cunt.' She replied, using language that added to her arousal. She felt that kinky actions deserved dirty talk.

'I will. I'm gonna shoot my load right up you.' Wayne punctuated his words with sudden sharp upward thrusts and she felt his cock bang against the one in her rectum. It was, just as Wayne had said, as if nothing separated the two cocks inside her, the thinness of the walls letting each transfer sensation to the other and doubling her pleasure. 

Carl reacted to Wayne's movements by thrusting harder and faster, plunging his cock into her, burying it full length in her rectum, letting Emma know that he was close to coming. She felt her own climax grow closer as the heavy thrusts brought involuntary little sounds from her throat.

It was Carl who came first, suddenly ramming himself up into her and holding himself there, grunting sharply as he suddenly shuddered and hot spurts of his cream flooded into Emma's bottom. She held herself still, feeling Wayne's cock still moving in her pussy as Carl emptied his balls into her rectum, his cock jerking and twitching inside her.

The double sensation was enough and Emma felt her orgasm sweep over her, making her cry out with pleasure, her vaginal muscles clenching spasmodically onto Wayne's cock as if it were that one that was pouring spunk into her. She jerked and jolted, her body trembling heavily as wave after powerful wave of sensation ran though her, until eventually she just sagged onto Wayne, her body spent for the moment. Carl was still buried inside her, but his climax was over and she felt his cock begin to subside, shrinking in a well fucked and slimy passage until it slipped from inside her and she felt its wet stickiness on the skin between her cheeks.

For a few moments Carl's cock rested against her bottom, the tip moving slightly in response to the jolts of Wayne's upward jolts, before he climbed away without a word and sat on the edge of the bed trying to regain his breath while watching Wayne still gently fucking Emma from below. 

Emma didn't mind him watching, in fact knowing that he could see Wayne entering her pussy and probably see his own spunk leaking from her anus gave her an unexpected thrill. She had already come once, but Carl's presence was exciting an unexpected exhibitionistic tendency and now she wanted to come again while their threesome partner watched. 

Often she would ride Wayne, crouching above him and sliding up and down his shaft, it was her favourite position, but this time she wanted to be fucked by him instead. She closed her legs together to lie on top of him, holding him firmly inside her, and then tugged at him, trying to roll them both over.

'Go on top please sweetheart.' She explained. 'And fuck me hard.'

Wayne wrapped his arms around her and, with a quick glance at Carl who was watching curiously, rolled them both over until he was above her, adjusting his position while she opened her legs wide, pulling them back to lock around him. She groaned softly with pleasure as his cock pushed its way all the way home again and clutched him to her, looking up at Carl to see if he was watching and smiling happily when she saw that he was.

Shuffling a little closer to give himself maximum penetration Wayne now began to thrust into her with long heavy thrusts instead of the short little jabs that his position beneath her had imposed while Carl was fucking her arse, and she almost immediately felt a second orgasm begin to grow inside her. 

His movements increased in power and speed as he too felt a climax stir, making Emma jerk with each time his cock plunged into her. It was what she wanted, in fact needed, and she gazed up at Carl, knowing that he was staring at her pussy and watching Wayne's cock drive into it, until she impulsively reached out a hand to him, holding it out until he noticed and took it in his. She had no idea why she had done it, but it gave her yet another layer of excitement for them to be holding hands as she was being fucked.

Both she and Wayne came at exactly the same moment in a rare simultaneous orgasm, making her cry out with pleasure as his cock rammed itself hard into her pulsating vagina, her muscles trying to hold him deep inside her as he released spurt after spurt of hot cream. She stared fixedly at Carl, watching his eyes as she came, gripping his hand so hard that she could feel her nails digging into his palm as if to share the intensity of her orgasm. Her other hand scrabbled and scratched at Wayne's shoulder, pulling him into her as if to make sure that he didn't slip free even though her interlocked ankles were holding him securely within her.

It was a long, fierce orgasm for both of them and when Wayne finally tolled away, gasping and sweating, she just lay there struggling for breath, her body trembling and her legs flung wide, still displaying herself fully to her lovers. 

'God, what a birthday present!' She panted finally. She flashed a quick grin at the two men. 'Same again next year?' 

'Definitely fine by me.' Carl answered, before suddenly looking guiltily across at Wayne for his reaction.

'And me.' Wayne confirmed. 'But why wait a whole year?' 



Take Two Pills and ...



Hi dear readers. I was watching some sports on TV when one of the many ads for male performance enhancement drugs came on screen. Before the block of commercials was over I had the TV turned off and was busily attacking my PC keyboard. This is the result! Actually, that's the short story! The real story is that about 1000 words into it and that damned writer's block stomped on me hard! My computer says I created the file on April 3, 2013. Are you fucking kidding me!! TWO years to finish this story!!! My god I hate writer's block! And I don't know how it affects other writers but I have so many story ideas bouncing around in my cranium that I can't stay focused on anyone of them! (For those of you who are wondering, Stacy Brown, Chapter 3 is even older [late 2011] and still sits waiting for my brain to work on it effectively again.) I always thought that getting hit by the block would mean you can't think of anything to write, but for me, I can't STOP thinking of about 20 different story lines and just can't concentrate on just one! They keep getting jumbled up so when I do a re-read and find out I switched stories it is SOOOO FRUSTRATING! (Venting is over)

Any way, back to this story: if this actually happens to you, I strongly suggest you head for the nearest hospital or your personal doctor; just wear baggy shorts and a shirt four times too big for you! Once again this is totally a work of fiction and can only resemble real persons or events by total and complete coincidence. Always practice safe sex! Oh yeah, stop from time to time to rest/sleep when driving long distances.

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I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to get home in two days, not four or more. So I drove pretty much straight through, not stopping for anything other than gas, food and bathroom breaks. Thank god for Monster drinks and Five Hour Energy! Shit, Bangor Maine to Phoenix Arizona in 46 hours and 25 minutes! Over 2900 miles! Just over 62 miles per hour average, NOT deducting the time it took me for my infrequent stops! Yeehah! Thank god and taxes for I-40!

Damn it was good to be home after nine months away at college! (I love the easy going laid back nature of the area AND I lived off campus at my aunt and uncle's place – actually a guest house behind their main house – which was less than two blocks from the campus.) I used my key to open my parents' house, dropped my bags on the floor barely inside the entrance and then closed the door so I could slump against it for support. Always the mother-hen, my mom was there in seconds to greet me and make sure I was in one piece. 

"My goodness, son, you look like shit warmed over!" She stared into my eyes and brushed my hair back with her hands then asked, "You want some coffee? I set the Mr. Coffee to start at 3 AM so it's good and hot."

She didn't wait for my answer, instead just grabbed my arm and pulled me to the kitchen and before I knew it I was seated with a steaming cup of Joe in front of me. I took a sip while trying to read my watch. My brain had managed remembering to stop its stop watch function when I shut off my car's over worked engine, but now it was finding reading the numbers an impossible task. 

Three sips later I said, "Wa time is it?"

"Just a little after 3:30, hon."

I struggled to hold my head up as I asked, "Where's dad?"

"Business trip to Boise. He won't be back for another four or five days."

"Uh huh."

"You really don't look very good, son."

"Heh-heh," I half laughed, "you know how that white knuckle thrill ride down the mountains from Flag affects me. Shit, it's the hardest part of the whole trip. Crap, I think I'm getting a killer headache like usual!"

"You go lie down in bed and you'll feel better once you wake up. Don't argue with me, college boy, get going."

Argue? Who the fuck was going to argue with her? Sure wouldn't be my sorry ass. The coffee helped me to rise to my feet and I slowly made my way to my old room, working at loosening my clothes as I went.

"I'm just going to wash all your clothes since I'm up," mom called out after me. "If you need an aspirin they're in the medicine cabinet, bottom shelf, in my bathroom."

"Uhhh..." I moaned as I turned up the stairs and dropped my shirt.

By the time I reached my old room I was naked and didn't think about putting any pajamas on as I flopped onto the bed, moaning as my head throbbed harder.

It was a little before 4 when I gave up and went in search of much needed aspirin. Stepping into her bathroom I flipped on the light, winced at the brightness, and flipped the switch off quickly while mumbling "Fucking hell!" I grabbed a paper cup from the ever present dispenser and filled it with cold water. Okay, tepid water which is 'cold' in early June in Phoenix. My hands found the medicine cabinet door and then fumbled around in the dark until I found the bottle and shook out two little pills. Then I figured, three would be better so I dropped one more into my palm and then popped them in to my mouth with a water chaser. Then I stumbled back to my room and fell onto my bed with another moan.

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"Paul, honey, wake up Paul."

I was lying on my stomach with a drool puddle on the pillow as I opened my eyes a crack and said, "Waaaa."

"Honey, how many aspirin did you take?"

"Uh," I struggled to say, "umm, thwee ... I uh think I took three. Oh yeah, you're nearly out of them. Sorry."

"Was it a small bottle?"

"Yeah, what of it?" I rubbed my face and tried to shake the cobwebs out of my head. "Funny shaped pills too and I don't think they work very good."

"Oh god baby, you didn't take aspirin," my brain sorta heard her say followed by, "you took your dad's Viagra!"

"What!" I said, instantly wishing I had spoken softer. "I did what?" I asked much quieter.

"You heard me. Oh god son, what are you going to do? That's not good for you!"

No shit I thought as I rolled absentmindedly onto my back, the sheet pulling off of me as I did so. I heard the loud gasp and looked to mom's face and then where she was looking. Shit! I was naked AND hard! My hands didn't know where to grab the sheet as I tried to cover up!

Mom watched me in shock before her hands grabbed my arms and stopped me. "Forget it son, I've already gotten a good look at it, and you will probably have that for a while. I must say, that's a nice dick!"

I looked down at my stalagmite of a cock and thought, 'fuck, my seven inches has never looked bigger ... or harder!' What I said, was, "I'm sorry mom, what do I do now?"

"Well, you have got to get that thing to go down, so I guess it's time for you to start wanking. You do remember how, right?!" At least she was grinning when she said it though it didn't help much. In a flash she left and was back in my room with a new box of Kleenex in one hand a bottle of 'lube' in the other. (She's got lube?!) "Here, you'll probably need these."

Before I could think of anything to say she was closing my door while saying, "Have fun!"

Crap! This is not how I expected my first few hours back home to be!

********

About 25 minutes later I was wiping up my second mess when mom knocked softly and then entered my room and closed my door. "How is it going son?"

Well, I was wide awake by then so rather sarcastically I answered, "It's not 'going' anywhere! But the operative word should be 'cumming', as in cumming all over the place. Sorry about the mess, but I've cum twice and look at the fucking thing!" I smacked my cock and it swayed like a mighty Oak tree in a gale wind, then righted itself back into pillar status once again. "Shit this is really the shits!"

"Um, perhaps if I do it, maybe that will get you ... your thing to go down."

"What?!"

"Well, it's not something that I haven't done before. I remember back when..."

"TMI! Stop mom! Too much information! I get it, you know how to jerk off a cock, and I'm desperate so be my guest."

"Well alrighty then ..." she said as she squirted some lube into her palm and quickly got both hands ultra slippery. "Just, um, maybe just close your eyes and pretend I'm your girlfriend," she said as she reached out and gently took my shaft in her hands.

Two seconds later I groaned "Oh god mommmm."

"Uh hmmm," was all she said. 

Her advice might sound good in principle, but in practice it just doesn't work. When some one is stroking your cock with one goal in mind, you look! And I did, in less than fifteen seconds my eyes were back open and practically popping out of my head from watching her. 

I was seeing my mom in a whole new light. Her hands were working my entire length, using a tight grip while twisting as they went, one hand pulling fully off of my tip while the other one following behind gave my helmet a good squeezing twist before both hands shoved back down my length. Her eyes were locked onto my shaft, I guessed right on my tip, and she lightly chewed on her lower lip as she worked my cock expertly.

No doubt about it ... I was wide awake now! But just how does one react when your mother is giving you your best ever hand-job? Especially when the only reason she's doing it is because you fucked up big time! I had no sure idea how long she had been at it, but thus far I had been trying to remain mute, not indicating in any way that I was enjoying what she was doing. Mom was so focused on her task that she hadn't realized that I hadn't shown any reaction to her, um, handiwork. 

For over 10 minutes my eyes had been locked onto her face that was painted with a powerful look of determination so when she slipped her tongue out and swirled it around her lips to wet them, I saw it and moaned. Her eyes snapped up to mine and she breathlessly asked, "Am I doing this okay for you, Paul? Are you getting ready to cum for me?"

Her hands had reached my crown where she paused their up and down motion while both hands twisted firmly around my most sensitive areas. Fuck it was feeling so good! Somehow I managed to groan out, "Ooooooh mom, that feels so good! Oh fuck! I'm getting close mom so don't stop now!"

"Don't worry son. Mommy knows what you need and I'm going to help you till you're soft! We've got to beat those pills!" Her eyes finally dropped back to my rock solid cock in her hands and she licked her lips again. "Gosh son, your cock is really hard. Your beautiful cock is SO hard!"

Whoa! Did I just hear her say what I think she said? My own mom thinks my cock is 'beautiful'! Now that is something I NEVER thought I would hear ... not in twenty lifetimes! That was nearly enough to power up my balls and I moaned hard.

"Oooo, are you going to cum? You've got to cum son. Cum for me!" Mom's hands gripped tighter around my shaft and she was really working me over nearly pulling me off of my desk chair from her efforts. "Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for me! Cum! CUM!!" 

"Oh mom."

"Do it baby!"

"Oh god!"

"Cum!"

"Holy fuck mom!"

"Give it to me! Cum!"

Mom rose up on her knees to get a better angle on my flag pole cock as she stepped up her hand motions to a blur. Her voice had lowered to nearly a whisper as she kept softly imploring, "Come on Paul, cum. Cum for me. Cum. Cum. Cum damn it cum!" My balls churned and somehow my dick grew some more and she smiled while moaning, "Yes baby, cum for mommy! Do it son, god yes CUM! Do it!"

"SHIT!" I cried out as my hips lifted off the chair a few inches and my cock blasted her with a powerful rope that hit her in the chin and then rose up and filled her open mouth before her lips clamped shut. I kept right on shooting rope after rope that painted her nose, forehead and her hair with some even landing behind her on her ass!

All I could do was moan in relief while mom kept up moaning "Umm hmmm, ummm hmmm..." I don't know how many times she did that but it was a lot! Never have I seen mom's face looking as determined as she did just then. Her eyes were wide open and burning with fire as she worked frantically to get my balls fully drained.

God damn what a feeling ... to be cumming so fucking powerfully as my mother jerked my cock hard and fast! My eyes though never moved from her face. Even though my eyes WANTED to close tightly as she pumped me dry, I forced them to stay open and locked onto her face. Finally she did it! Her throat moved as she swallowed! My mom swallowed my cum! Holy fucking shit! 

By then my balls were empty even though she was still jerking me for more spunk. A dribble pooled over my tip and then ran down onto her hands as I breathlessly groaned, "Oh mom!"

Finally mom's eyes lifted up to my face and she looked at me triumphantly. "We did it son! I got you to cum for me!" Her eyes flicked back down to my cock as she really twisted her hands around my cock head before dropping them to my base and squeezing tight she dragged them both up to the top, forcing some dribbles to flow out of my piss slit. 

"Oh god mom," I said with a shudder that moved through my entire body. My eyes finally closed as I basked in the incredible afterglow of one of the most incredible orgasms of my life while my brain processed the fact that my mom had caused it. She was talking but I couldn't follow her words as I just recovered from its intensity while mom's hands slowly moved up and down my sensitive cock.

With a shake of my head I exclaimed "Wow," as my eyes opened and we looked at each other. "Thanks mom."

"You're welcome son, that's what mothers are for." Mom smiled up at me before looking at her hands still lightly moving on my throbbing shaft. She took her right hand and moved it to her chin where she caught a dangling rope of my sauce just before it would have dropped onto her blouse. "You sure came in buckets. I must be a mess." 

I smiled at her and said, "Actually, I think you look pretty hot and sexy!" Mom blushed and ducked her head making me feel like a dumb shit. "I'm sorry mom; I didn't mean to make you feel bad! I really appreciate what you did for me."

"Yes, well ... we'll just keep this a secret between us. Your father can never know about this!"

"Okay, I can live with that. Thanks again mom, you're the best!"

Mom gave me one last squeeze with her left hand and then sank back down so her ass rested on her heels. It wasn't till then that I noticed her breathing was much faster than normal. Her eyes seemed to follow the bobbing of my softening cock as it twitched to my heart beat. I guess we were both lost in our own thoughts as each of us noticed my cock slowly softening in my lap. It still pointed upwards but not as powerfully as it had been and the pressure I had felt was gone!

"Well, I'd better go clean up," mom said as she slowly rose to her feet. "You really painted me good," she said with a smile.

"Thanks again mom, and I really am sorry about that," I said honestly. "But I stand by what I said earlier." She looked puzzled so I went on, "Sexy. Remember, I said you looked sexy. And you still do!"

"Oh stop it! Your old mom isn't sexy anymore."

"I don't know about that..."

"Hush now. It's time for you and your worn out cock to get some rest." With that she turned to leave, her eyes glancing at my flagging cock that was nearly lying limp against my thigh. Just before she had turned away from me she absentmindedly lifted her cum soaked hand to her lips and licked up a big glob of my juice while very softly saying, "Ummm, yummy."

I was trying to process the fact that I had just watched her lick up more of my cum. My brain then visualized her in her bathroom, happily wiping her face clean with her fingers as she fed all of my spunk into her mouth. How can she think she's not sexy? She's 39, had me when she was 20. I then recalled my high school buddies all claiming I had the best MILF in our class. Her long blond hair is always looking great, and she has managed to keep her body a firm and well toned 36C-28-36. Add to that her good looks, killer smile and deep blue eyes and she is a fox to the max. I always wondered how my 48 year-old father managed to get her to marry him.

"Oh no," I groaned as these thoughts rapidly brought my cock right back up to pillar status. "This just sucks!" I moaned as my once again rigid shaft reached for the ceiling.

Nearly five minutes later mom stepped into my room saying, "Please son, you must get some sleep..." then she gasped. Regaining her speaking voice she went on, "What happened? I thought we had that down for the count."

"It was down for a few minutes, but then it grew right back up again," I told her, seeing no need to tell her it was because I had imagined her feeding my spunk into her mouth. "God damn it this sucks!"

Mom placed her hand on my shoulder saying, "Now, now son, we'll work this out ... the two of us. The important thing to remember is that you did go soft for a few minutes, right?" I nodded my agreement. "Good! Those TV ads always say to go to the doctor if a hard on lasts for four hours, and since it did go down for several minutes, I guess the clock starts over. That's a good thing! Now get up on your bed and I'll jerk you off again. Kneeling on the floor was uncomfortable."

"Mom, I'll show you uncomfortable," and I waved my hands before my steel pillar.

"Funny boy! I'm glad you still have your sense of humor."

"Uh, mom, I wasn't trying to be funny."

"Oops, sorry Paul."

Without another word she relubed her hands and began working over my cock once again, this time gentler with more care. This slower and softer touch really got me moaning but after another fifteen minutes each of us knew I wasn't even close to my release.

Mom stopped her hands and repositioned herself for the fourth or fifth time, then regripped. She began her movements while staring intently at my cock, her tongue again licking her lips. Her pace slowed even more until she stopped and just squeezed the top half of my shaft with both hands.

"Mom, is something wrong?"

"No. Yes. I don't know." She looked at me with a defeated look then she said, "I guess I'll just have to try harder."

"What?" I asked.

She didn't say a word, just leaned forwards and wrapped her lips around my crown, then sucked me right into her mouth. "OH MOM!" I gasped as she worked the first four inches into her oral cavity and slurped her tongue across my cock's underside. "OOOoo shit that feels so good, mom!"

Her head pulled back until I exited her lips with a loud 'Pop', then she leaned up to me and kissed me lightly on my lips. Shit, I thought she might be going for a full on French kiss! Her kiss tasted like strawberries so I glanced quickly at the lube she was using; it was flavored!! Holy fuck!! She moved back about three inches and looking into my eyes said, "I've been told that I'm pretty good at this! I just haven't had this much to work with in a long, long time!" She wiggled my cock around before, "Did I tell you ... you have a REALLY nice cock!" 

"Um ... thanks," I said, not knowing what else one should say to his mother after she says something like that.

I nearly choked on my breath as mom suddenly dropped her head down and inhaled me to the entrance to her throat! Her lips and tongue worked me as if she was possessed, while her right hand started jerking off the part of me that was out of her mouth. There wasn't a doubt in my mind; my mom KNEW how to suck cock!

Her head was moving slowly up and down my shaft in 3 to 4 inch movements as she sucked hard while jacking the lower part of my cock with her right hand. My head dropped back and I stared at the ceiling as my mom worked my cock better than any date or girlfriend had ever thought of doing! I was thinking that she was taking me deeper with each head drop so I lifted my head then gasped as for the first time in my life I felt my dick enter a throat!

"OH MOM!" I gasped. I looked at her but had a hard time seeing what was going on as her hair had fallen forward creating a blond curtain. Her right hand moved up and swept her hair out of the way and we locked eyes. I thought my eyes were going to pop right out of my head as she pushed forward again and took me to the root, her nose buried in my pubic hair, holding me there for several seconds before slowly pulling all the way off.




Take Two Pills and ...



Mom pushed herself into an upright position while licking her lips. Giving me a shy smile she asked, "Do you think this will get you to shoot your stuff so your cock will go down?" All I could do was nod my head as my brain still fumbled for the right words to say to her.

"I'll be right back honey," she said as she slipped off my bed, her eyes longingly looking at my lance. Moments later she returned giving me a grin as she tied her hair back into a pony tail with an elastic band of sorts. "I know how guys like to watch while their cock gets sucked so ... well, I thought this might help."

"Uh huh," was all I could manage to get out.

I watched as she crawled back onto my bed, her eyes locked onto my own. Stopping with her face barely six inches from mine she softly asked, "Are you ready for me to start again? Do you want your mom to suck your big cock and swallow all of your sperm? Should mommy blow her son's cock for him?"

God the questions! "YES!" I breathlessly gasped in a horse cry. "Please mom, suck my cock and make it cum so I can go soft! Oh mom, you are so hot!"

"Scoot back so you can rest against the headboard honey. I'm sure the visual will help stimulate you even more. I love you so much."

I moved back about three feet and then watched in rapt amazement as she inhaled my cock, never taking her eyes off of my face while her nose again buried itself in my pubs. "OH MOM!" I groaned happily.

"Cum for me Paul," she said as she pulled briefly off of me then inhaled me fully once again. Some moments later she pulled off and moaned once more, "Cum. Flood my mouth with your spunk and we'll get your cock to go down."

Well I had a thought about that ... combining her words with the vision of my own mother deep throating my hard cock was going to work against the idea of making me go soft! But I sure didn't tell her that. Oh no, it felt TOO good to mention that. Instead I just moaned and groaned as she gave me the best blowjob of my young life.

Thirty minutes later mom pulled off of me for more than just part of the blowjob. She rolled her jaw trying to relax her muscles as she stared at my bobbing cock. "You need to know that I've never sucked a cock for as long as I have yours. I guess getting you to shoot after already popping three times is harder than I thought." Her fingers lightly stroked up and down my shaft, making me tingle from head to toe. "Are you getting close honey?"

"Oh mom, what you have been doing really felt great, but I just don't know! I mean, at least four times I thought you were going to push me over the edge but then ... it just didn't happen!" I looked at her with a mixture of lust, awe, and remorse at not being able to fill her mouth with the sperm she so hungrily had sought. "I'm sorry mom."

"Don't say that!" she said sharply. Then in a softer voice she said, "It's not your fault honey. I guess I should have expected your balls to be pretty worn out by now, but we need to get your hardon to go away so you just lean back again and I'll take care of you."

"Oooh my fucking god," I groaned as she swallowed my cock slowly while working her tongue powerfully all around my shaft. She kept moving fully onto me, burying her nose and chin into my skin before pulling all the way off briefly ... like half a second ... and then gobbling me up again. I was moaning and groaning with the effects of her lips, tongue and throat. 

Another nearly twenty minutes later she pulled off of me and huskily said, "Oh god baby, I can feel your cock getting bigger. Your wonderful cock is getting much harder for me! Give it to me! Fill me with your spunk!"

"Oh mom!"

She dove back onto me and resumed her near frantic oral efforts. Watching my own mother put so much into her blowjob, just to make me cum, was a definite mental rush. It felt really good as well! Her eyes looked up at me as she took me fully once more, my shaft swelling in readiness. 

"Oh god mom!" My hips started rising and soon I was fucking her face as she moved in concert with me. "Oh fuck!" I gasped.

"Um hmmm."

"Holy shit!"

"Um hmmm."

"OH!"

"Dlo ith!"

"God yes!" I cried out as my balls finally exploded shooting a powerful blast of cream straight down her throat. She pulled back until just the first two inches of my cock remained within her lips, then she sucked hard while her tongue went nuts all over my tip. Shit that felt so good it almost hurt!

My cock ran dry but I could feel it still trying to give up more of the cum she sought. Mom worked me for another two minutes or so before pulling off of me and sitting up with a smile. She swallowed twice and then gave me a grin.

"How was that, my hunky son?"

"Oh mom, I've never had a better blowjob! You were incredible! Thanks ... thanks a lot!"

"Yeah, I should say so! That is something a mother never expects to do to her son." We both looked at my flagging cock, mom smiling brightly as it wilted and flopped down against my thigh. 

"I mean it mom! Thank you so much. I don't know what I'd have done without you!"

She seemed to blush then, making me feel warm all over. I noticed a small dribble of my cum that had seeped out of her mouth and ran down her chin. God I thought she was so sexy like that, and then I felt it.

My eyes dropped to my crotch and hers followed them. "Oh no! What's happening? Are you kidding me, you're getting hard again?!?! Oh son!"

"Oh damn it, I'm sorry mom but I can't help it. Honest!"

Mom gave me a sad, defeated look as we both stared at my now rock hard shaft. "What was that, about five minutes that you were soft?"

"Yeah, I think so. Maybe just a bit longer."

"Oh honey," she said softly as her jaw rolled in an effort to loosen its muscles while she looked down at her small hands where she flexed her fingers. "Well shit," she mumbled as she slipped off of my bed.

"I'm sorry mom."

"Stop saying that. I know you can't help it, just like I know you didn't take the wrong pills on purpose." She slid her fingers up to her blouse's top button and popped it open. Her fingers slid down and undid the next one.

"Um, mom?"

Her fingers opened the remaining buttons as she looked at me and said, "In for a penny, in for a pound!" Her shirt slipped off of her shoulders and she reached back and unclasped her bra (I've never figured out how women can do that so easily) baring her incredible chest to me, her son.

"Oh mom, you're beautiful!" I said in shock. "God your tits are unbelievable, but what ... why?"

"Please don't judge me. We must get your cock to go down! A mother must help her son when he needs her, and you really need me!" Even as she spoke her fingers unclasped her slacks and began pushing them over her hips and down her legs before stepping out of them. Her eyes looked into mine and then dropped down to my cock once more as she sighed and slipped her thumbs under the elastic for her panties and quickly slipped them over her hips where they dropped to the floor. She was shaved clean as a baby's butt!

"Trust me son, I NEVER thought I would have to do this with you," she said as her feet stepped out of her panties. 

"Oh god mom," I mumbled as she slid back onto my bed and straddled my hips. "Are you really going to..."

"Hush now son. We both know that you can't stay hard like this. We must get your cock to go down and stay down. I love you Paul and it hurts me to see you suffering like this." Without another word she grabbed my shaft and placed it at her entrance, then eased down onto me, stopping with about half of my cock inside of her.

"Is something wrong, mom?"

"N-no ... yes ... oh damnit, I was hoping it wouldn't feel this good!"

"Huh?!"

"I've never cheated on your dad. I don't think this is really 'cheating', but god your cock sure feels good. And if it feels good, then it might just end up as cheating. Shit!"

My hands stroked up her arms to her shoulders and I softly said, "If dad was here, I think he would agree with what we are doing."

"Maybe."

"So what now?"

"Only one thing left to do..." and my mom sank fully onto my rigid missile. Once fully impaled on me she again sat there not moving a muscle except for her lips that took on a slight smile of satisfaction. Finally her hips rose back up just over 6 inches until just my helmet head remained within her lips, then she eased back down onto me. "Oh god your cock feels really good inside of me, son."

Our eyes locked again and she began moving up and down on my cock in roughly five to six inch motions that grew in intensity until her clit was crashing against my pubic bone with each thrust. Well, even though this was happening for the express purpose of getting my cock to go down and stay down, I couldn't just lie there. In no time I was meeting her down thrusts with up thrusts of my own.

In maybe six or seven minutes mom's fingers grasped tight onto my shoulders and her hips began a rapid shimmying motion while keeping her crotch tight against my own. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she cried out, "Oh god ... oh shit ... I'm ... I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Oh! Uh! Umph! Oof! Oh! Oh god!"

Her movements stopped suddenly and her hips rose nearly six and a half inches, nearly lifting fully off of me. Her breath was rapid and shallow even as little moans escaped her lips. "My god, I knew sucking your cock had gotten me horny but I didn't think I was THAT worked up!"

"Are you okay mom?"

"No, I'm not! I just had the best orgasm of my life and it was my son's cock that gave it to me! That is NOT okay!" She then slowly eased her twitching pussy back down onto me sighing, "Ooooooh god."

"Well, how about we roll over?"

She didn't answer me, just moved with me until I was perched above her. Mom's legs had automatically wrapped around my ass keeping me fully inserted within her succulent pussy. She really felt good! My hips pulled back about four inches and I eased back into her with a soft, "I love you mom."

She half smiled up at me.

I pulled back about the same distance and eased back in with another, "I love you mom!" Then back out and in again, "I love you mom." Soon I was pumping her with full length strokes where my tip would just barely exit her pussy only to have me pierce her entrance with another incestuous invasion. Every few strokes I would remind her with "I love you mom."

If seemed like less than five minutes later she gasped then grabbed my pillow and bit down on its corner as her body came harder than before. I kept up my same pace, not wanting to impair her release. She seemed to cum for quite some time, but it's hard to tell even when your focus is on the woman beneath you. Maybe it stopped and then restarted a few times.

Finally she let the pillow slip from her mouth and gave me look of dismay. "I ... shit ... I didn't know I was multi-orgasmic." I looked at her questioningly and she continued, "I mean I've never cum more than once per session, no matter who my partner was." I gave her another questioning look and she said, "You know, with a boyfriend before your dad." 

"Oh, good."

"I guess I must be, though! Thanks, that was a most unexpected pleasure!"

"You're ... welcome," I half mumbled even as I wondered if I really should respond to that revelation.

She looked down her body to our junction and gasped, "My god, did you cum?" I shook my head no. "Then that's my CUM! Wow, I need to taste it." 

She was pushing me off of her and then curled her body in her frantic efforts to get to my cock with her lips. Soon she had me positioned and she sucked the first two inches into her mouth, her tongue swirling all around. "Holy shit, I taste GOOD!" Then she dove back onto me and soon she had thoroughly cleaned my entire length. "WOW, I really like me!" she said and then we both laughed. 

"Do me doggie," she said then as she moved into position before me.

"Love to," I said as I pushed my bulbous head into her gaping pussy and buried my shaft in one thrust. Both of us moaned as I resumed fucking her hard and deep. Four thrusts later we moved around by 90 degrees to stop my bed from slamming into the wall on each of my thrusts. I think we both learned while in this position that she possessed great control of her vaginal muscles as she really gave my dick a massage as I pounded in and out of her.

We had a great rhythm going when her right hand flung out in search of my pillow. Finding it she shoved it into her mouth just before her body began convulsing before me. My balls throbbed and my cock jerked in vain as I came hard without ejaculating anything at all. Our mutual climax came to an end and mom dropped the pillow as she gasped for breath.

"Did you cum? It sort of felt like it."

"Well, I climaxed but I don't think I had any spunk for you," I told her honestly.

My hips were still moving into her slowly and she cooed in pleasure before saying, "Well, you are still hard as ever. I want the top."

I lay on my back then mom sucked my cock, once more cleaning me of all her cum juice. "Damn but I really taste good," she said as she slipped over my Washington Monument and began fucking me slowly. She looked over at my alarm clock and gasped, "My god son, it's after 6:30!"

"Good morning mom!" 

"Very funny." She rolled her hips against me, pressing my tip against her cervical opening before she smiled and said, "Okay, you're right. This is a good morning ... a very good morning!"

My hands lost all shyness as I finally let them explore every inch of her body as we fucked the morning sun into the sky. How long were we making love, I have no idea but it felt so incredibly good!

She seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, especially when I rubbed, squeezed and tweaked her tits and nipples. I learned how to know when she was getting close and found that not only would she cum in buckets if I rubbed her clit just then, but she would also go off like a rocket if I nibbled on the back of her neck just at her hair line. And once she nearly jumped off of me in climactic shock when I stroked a finger down the bottom of her foot just as she started to cum!

That was the first time she let herself scream as she had no time to find my well used pillow before she cried out. It also felt like her best cum of the morning as her pussy grabbed onto me harder than ever before.

"Oh god mom," I groaned as she powered through her climax.

"Do it son!"

"Oh shit ... I'm cumming mom!" I gasped as my balls finally erupted into her hot steam box of a pussy.

"Oh FUCK YES!" she cried out loudly with my pillow out of reach. "THERE IT IS!" Three quick breaths and "Oh god I'm still CUMMINNNGGG!"

Seconds later she collapsed onto me breathing hard and flushed deep crimson. I thought I heard a noise from somewhere in the house but wasn't sure. Mom lifted her head from where it had sagged against her chest and very softly said, "Fuck was THAT intense! You sure filled me with cum that time! And I think we got you soft again." My shrinking shaft plopped out of her and she happily exclaimed, "Yup! Down for the count!"

Just as she leaned down to give me a kiss my bedroom door opened and my nightgown clad 18 year old sister said "Mom, is Paul home?" Then her face peaked around the door and she gasped, "Oh, God!" and stepped back. 

My cock became a steel girder in less than a second causing our mom to yell, "Penny, don't go!"

Penny slowly looked around the door, flinching when she saw us naked and sweaty, me on my back and mom spread across my crotch. "But, oh gosh..."

"Please come closer honey," mom said with a pleading look. Slowly my blushing sister moved halfway between my door and bed. "I need your help. Penny, your brother needs your help!" Quickly mom explained to her how I had accidentally taken 3 of dad's Viagra pills and my cock wouldn't go down and stay down. To emphasize that, she moved down to my knees and exposed my rigid phallus.

"Oh gosh!" Penny exclaimed sharply as she took one step back.

"Honest dear, this is very serious!" Mom gave her another pleading look as she continued, "We've been trying to get it to stay down since ..."

"Four o'clock," I inserted.

"... and I thought I finally had him down for good, but he just a moment ago rose right back up like he is now."

"Four o'clock?" Penny said/asked. She looked to my clock and shuddered making mom and I turn to look as well.

"Oh son, you must be exhausted," mom said as I blinked at the red numbers saying 7:47. I just groaned.

"But, shouldn't he be at the hospital? Don't those ads say something about staying hard for four hours...?"

"That's true, Penny, but I've gotten him to go down at least three times. Trouble is, a few minutes later he just goes rock solid again. Just like this," and she gave me a playful hand smack that sent my pillar bobbing left and right.

"But, what can I do?" Penny asked, staring at my stalagmite cock.

"Help get him to go soft and stay there." Mom said matter-of-factly.

"But, he's my brother!"

"And he happens to be my SON! But I did my best to help with this problem. But it's a pretty big..."

"It's big all right," Penny interjected.

"...problem that is going to take both of us to handle! Please help your brother. Help me."

"Please sis," I added. She was staring right at my cock which chose that moment to ooze out a small flow of precum, no I guess it would be 'post-cum', as it twitched sharply.

Penny moaned at the sight then gasped when mom held my cock between her thumb and index finger as she leaned down and first licked off my crown, then sucked in the first two inches while her tongue happily swirled round and round my crown. 

"Mom!"

"Don't 'mom' me, young lady! I've been fucking and sucking him for nearly four hours now so all shyness is gone. But I am really worn out," she looked at me and grinned then said, "make that fucked out, totally and completely." She looked back at my sister. "If you won't help, then I'll just have to climb on him again, but I could really use your help!"

"You ... you want me to ..." her eyes quickly moved from our mom to me and back, "... to fuck Paul?!? You really want me to fuck my brother?!"

"We both know you're no virgin," mom said as I looked to my younger sister in shock, "so don't be getting all uppity with me. Trust me, once you get into it you are going to love it," mom said and gave me a squeeze just then.

Penny just stood there like a statue so mom slid off the bed and grabbed her clothes that were strewn about. She kissed Penny on her cheek and blew one to me as she said, "I'll just leave you two alone and make another pot of coffee." With that she left my room and closed the door.

I felt sort of funny lying there without a stitch on while my granite like shaft bobbed to my heart beat. Not knowing what to say I just kept quiet and let Penny decide for herself. Her lip curled in and she lightly chewed on it as she pondered the situation. This made me know just why they say a watched pot never boils ... the suspense was killing me. She took a step forward then stopped. 

"This is insane," she said so softly that I barely heard her.

Her eyes flitted around the room, to my clock, then to my cock, my face, the clock, my face, the clock, my cock, the clock, my cock. "Since four this morning?"

"Yeah," I said sadly. My cock lurched on its own.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not yet."

"Good god Paul."

"I'll say."

She took another step closer. Then another. One more. Now she was maybe two feet from my bed. "I can't believe my mom ... our mother ... is asking me to do this!" For the longest time, maybe two minutes, Penny just stood there pondering my slightly bobbing dick that was straining to touch the ceiling while she toyed with her hair. 

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "Please sis! I really need your help here!"

"But, I'm only supposed to fuck someone that I love and loves me. Like my boyfriend."




Take Two Pills and ...



"I love you sis."

"Duh! I love you too, Paul. But I don't think it's the same thing."

"Okay, just tell mom to come back in here. Thanks sis."

"What do you mean?"

"If you don't want to help then I won't force you. I love you too much to do that! So just ask mom to come back in here and ..."

"Oh no you don't," my sister said as she flung her nightgown up and over her head letting it flutter to the floor. "You just proved that you really do love me! And since I really love you, it's only right that I do my part here."

"Are you sure?" I asked as she scooted onto my bed and softly touched my balls, then slid her fingers ever so gently up my dick to its ridge, then back down.

"Damn you," she said as a small tear formed on her left eye and trickled down her cheek. "Yes I'm sure!" 

She leaned in and kissed me on my lips with a butterfly kiss, then leaned down and kissed my cock head just the same way. I groaned. Penny looked up at me while keeping her lips right on my tip, then smiled just before easing her lips down around my entire helmet head. Her tongue wormed slowly around my entire tip then she sucked onto me fiercely before pulling off with a loud 'pop'.

"I've sorta kinda wanted to do that for a long time, just never had the opportunity, or the nerve, to do it. That's a nice cock, bro."

"Okay, if we're going to do commentary on body parts, you have one hell of a sexy body. A very sexy bod that I don't remember you having last time I was home."

Sitting up straight and pushing her chest out she laughed slightly and said, "Thanks, I finally blossomed into this!" She cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze saying, "How about that, in less than one year I go from barely 32A to 34C!"

My hands slid up her body and pushed hers out of the way. I hefted each of them and gave them both a firm squeeze before giving both nipples a good pinch, making them turn into bullets instantly. She gasped as I mauled her boobs.

"I've got to admit it; these are nice tits. REALLY nice tits. I like them!"

"Thanks, glad you like them. But you playing with my boobies won't get you to go down so ..." and she leaned down to my cock forcing me to withdraw my hands. "Uhm," she moaned as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth.

She pulled back letting me slip from between her lips, her tongue sliding around her lips as she sat upright again. "That's odd. I tasted your cum as it oozed out of your tip, and I liked it. But then I tasted a much different taste further down on you. But I know cum when I see it and your dick is coated in it."

"Well, yeah, but that stuff lower down is mom's. Um, she came like a firecracker on me!"

"No shit!" Penny leaned in and licked all around my base cleaning me of mom's whitish goo. "That stuff's GOOD!" She looked at me and then my cock in her hand. "I can't deepthroat a cock your size so I have to do it this way," and she leaned back down and licked my shaft completely clean.

"Hey, we can sixty-nine if you want, you know, just to get you ready," I said hopefully.

"Maybe later. I'm so turned on right now that I feel like I'm leaking a gallon a minute!" Happy that my cock was finally cleaned of our mom's cum juice Penny straddled my cock and eased my cock into her slit. She closed her eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry Rick," then eased me into her to the base. She was right, her pussy was soaking wet!

"Oh god sis, you feel so good around me. One question, who's Rick?"

"Oh ... he's my ... ooooh ... he's my boyfriend." She rolled her hips in a circle around my lance then stopped and grinned at me. "You really feel good inside of me, dear brother. You've got one hell of a fine cock there. Oh yeah, that feels so good."

"Good," I said as we started fucking each other. Not another word was said for several minutes, as we concentrated on our movements and the incredible sensations we were imparting on each other. I decided I enjoyed kissing and sucking on her awesome teenaged tits, two of the best boobs I had ever encountered! Penny seemed to enjoy my efforts on them as much as I did.

About ten minutes after she started moving on me she flung her head back, crushing her cunt against my base. "Oh god YESSSS!" she cried out. This was followed by, "Yes ... oh my god ... yes Paul, I'm cumming! Oh god I'm cumming on my brother's cock!" 

She was jerking her pussy violently on and off of me as I tried my best to pump up into her in time with her motions. "FUUUCCCKKK!" she screamed as she suddenly stopped all motion with her pussy welded to my cock's base, her pussy muscles spasming around my shaft!

Finally she realized her fingers were digging deeply into my biceps where she had grabbed as she came. Staring into my eyes she mumbled an apology then closed her eyes and shivered while barely saying, "Holy fuck!"

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Huh??" she asked as she inhaled deeply. "Oh, I, um, I've never came like that before! I mean, my boyfriends would always shoot off way before I was ready, so I always had to take care of myself after coming home. But that! That was ... was just incredible! Thank you so much Paul!"

"No, it's I who needs to thank you ..."

"Bull shit. We can thank each other this time. Now I know you didn't cum, so roll me over and fuck me properly!"

"As you wish," I said as I quickly moved to the top. "How's this," I asked as I pulled back 6 ½ inches and shoved back into her. She moaned her pleasure. "And this..." I asked as my pace quickened until I was pounding my granite slab into her soaked yet super tight pussy.

"Oh god yes, that's just how I want it! Oh god, Paul, fuck me! Fuck me hard and make me cum again! Oh shit that's so good!"

"Yes it is," I said just before I kissed her, our tongues dueling fiercely back and forth. 

She wouldn't stand for our kissing to stop for very many seconds so I was not surprised when, ten minutes later, she gasped into my lips, "Cumming!"

I lifted up off of her and concentrated on pounding my shaft fully into her quivering pussy. Each time I crushed up against her I ground my base against her clit making her groan loudly while our eyes locked together. Just as she crested her climax my balls clenched in vain as they tried to pump more cum from me. My cock swelled and throbbed as we came together, her moistness making up for my lack of ejaculate.

Moments later we were lying together in a sweaty heap, her arms and legs lightly wrapped around my back. After three failing attempts Penny finally managed to speak, "Oh my god, that was so good! Did you? I mean, I felt you cum, but I DIDN'T feel you cum. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, it does. And the answer is yes I did but no I didn't. My balls are still empty, even though that was fucking incredible!"

"Yeah," she said slowly through her gasps, "you were. Incredible, I mean."

Her arms tightened around my shoulders while her legs grasped tight to my upper ass cheeks. We both moaned in pleasure as I felt her head turn to the side. "SHIT!"

"What," I gasped in reaction.

"We ... we've been fucking for nearly two hours?!?! How can that be?"

I lifted my head and saw the clock now showed 9:32 and I sighed. "Guess so sis. Are you okay?"

"Am I okay??? What about YOU!? Are YOU okay?!"

"Well, my headache that caused all of this is long gone, and my cock is being massaged right this moment by an incredible pussy owned by one of the most beautiful and wonderful females that I have the pleasure of knowing. So other than one little problem, I'd say I'm pretty good!"

"Thank you for all of that glowing praise, but I have to tell you that your problem is NOT little. It is a huge, pulsing throbbing love muscle that I have come to love more than I can believe. But we need to get you to go down, so my turn on top."

"If you say so," I said as I flipped us over easily. 

"Oh, I DO say so my stud of a brother! Wow, I still can't get over the fact that we are doing this, but I sure am glad we are."

"Really?"

"Yup, I've never cum so much or so hard before!" She started moving her hips in every sort of motion possible while saying, "Now it's my turn to make both of us feel good! One of these times I will feel you shoot your stuff inside of me! I can't wait!"

"I hope you're on the pill."

"Yup. Have been for three years now!" She leaned down and kissed me hard and long, our tongues squirming together once again. Finally she broke our kiss and rubbed her nose on mine as she sultrily said, "We need to find out if those things really work, although right now I'd love to have your children!"

"Seriously?!"

"Oh yeah, my brain thinks strange things when I'm this turned on." She moved up into a sitting position on me and started working her pussy on my cock. She looked like a woman possessed as she fucked me harder than anybody had, including our mother a few hours earlier.

Just then my door swung open all the way and our mom looked in at us. "How are you two doing?"

"I think we're getting there mom," Penny said breathlessly.

"Son?"

"Well, I'm still rock hard but I think sis is right."

Mom stepped in about halfway and said, "Show me." Penny slowly lifted her pussy off of me, stopping with just my tip still inside of her. "Hmm, looks like when I left it." Penny eased back down with a sigh as mom looked to her, "Do you need me to take over?"

"No mom, I'm good for now. Besides, just once I want to feel Paul's cock actually shoot off for me! All I'm getting so far is dry cums, which I never knew guys could do."

"Okay then kids, have fun, call if you need me."

"Thanks mom," we said in unison as mom left my room, leaving the door wide open.

"Do you think she wants to listen to us," Penny asked.

"Fuck ..." I said with a hard up thrust.

"Umph!" she gasped.

"... yes!" I finished with a second even harder thrust.

"You keep that up and I'm going to cum so fast ..."

"As you wish," I said as I rolled us over and instantly began pounding her pussy. No more than six thrusts later she crushed my cock with her tight pussy muscles while holding on for dear life.

"Oh my god, here it comes!" she cried out as I drove my cock into her super tight cunt. With an ear splitting scream Penny wrapped her legs around my hips and used them to help power my cock into her while her entire body shook violently beneath me. I was not even close to a climax so I just kept on pounding her pussy until she was completely over her explosive orgasm.

"You okay, sis?"

"Fuck me," came her very soft reply.

"I am."

"Shit."

"Okay?"

"Fuck me."

"More? Now?" I started pumping into her again.

"Oooh, fuck me, STOP!"

I lifted up and smiled down at her as she looked blankly upwards. Her lips moved as if to speak but nothing came out. She licked them and tried again. Still nothing. Her eyes moved side to side and she swallowed hard, then tried again. 

"Jesus bro, that was intense!" her emotion filled weak voice said. She looked around the room and back to me before asking, "How are you doing, are you getting close?" I shook my head and she said, "Damn, maybe I should have let mom take over." I leaned down and kissed her forehead then her nose and finally softly kissed her quivering lips. Her hands slowly moved up and around my neck until she was holding me tight to her face.

"I never thought I could get fucked like this ... ever! So I guess maybe mom does need to take over ..."

"No sis." Our eyes locked together from about two inches apart.

"No?"

"No. We've been fucking for hours but I want to make love to you now and cum inside of you. I want to flood your pussy with my sperm and put those pills to the test."

"Oh." We just looked into each others eyes for several seconds; my cock throbbing inside of her while her pussy went on clasping and convulsing around me. Finally she wiggled her hips and whispered "Okay, Paul. Make love to me."

"Love to."

My hips started slowly moving in and out in short thrusts of about two inches thus keeping my cock mostly buried within her. At the same time I leaned in and began kissing her ever so softly all over her face. When not a single cell had been missed I kissed down her neck and then up to her ears, which she really loved. (The back of her neck was nice but no fireworks.) 

By the time I had finished with her face and neck fifteen minutes had passed and my strokes were now about four inches long, always ending with my base tight against her clit. I lifted up on my arms as if I was doing pushups. I guess maybe I was although these pushups forced my shaft in and out those same four inches and each time down I softly kissed her lips. Luckily I'm in really good shape or I couldn't have kept that up for long.

Shortly after starting that motion I had to slow my moves to keep from pushing her over the edge. My cock was feeling really good but my balls were no where near to fulfilling their part. As I went on relentlessly pumping into her Penny's fingers lightly slipped up and down my arms, her eyes locked onto my own.

She smiled up at me and whispered, "This feels so good Paul. I love you."

"I know," I replied. Soon we had been moving like this for nearly 30 minutes and I had to ease up again to hold her climax at bay. She gave me a slightly pouty look then blew me a kiss. Gently I moved her legs up until they were perched on my shoulders. Once both of them were up there I pulled nearly all the way back and then slowly shoved my steel shaft back into her.

"Oh yes, that's so good," was her reaction. The next five times I eased fully into her she just moaned, "So good." My pace never went faster than one stroke every ten seconds or so, although it would sometimes be forced to slow to nearly 20 seconds per stroke. I wanted to do this slowly so I didn't mind. 

Another ten or so minutes and my balls were starting to move in their sack. I grabbed her legs by her ankles and gently pushed them over her face and then back past her head, not stopping until her knees were beside her ears. My hips then pushed forwards and Penny gasped, "Oh god that's so deep! Oh yes, love me brother! Give me your cum deep up inside of me!"

"Soon Penny, soon."

"God yes! I want it so bad!"

Every fourth or fifth excruciatingly slow thrust into her ended with our lips together, our tongues dancing to silent music from mouth to mouth. Her pussy was beginning to spasm around me again but I knew I was getting close. We kept on going for another few minutes as I neared a perfect mingling of our orgasms.

Penny kept clutching her breath as her passion rose to never before felt heights. "Oh please Paul," she begged, "please fill me with your cum! Please make our love complete!"

Her pussy twitched, spasmed and then clasp tightly around my shaft making it nearly impossible to pull out or re-enter her. None the less I forced my cock to move and less than two minutes later I bucked hard and drove my cock harder than ever into her upturned cunt.

"YES!" she cried out.

"Oh god Penny ... I'm ... I'm ... CUMMING!"

"God yes! FILL ME! Oh shit it feels so good!" As she cried out Penny's hips were bouncing beneath me while I used barely one inch thrusts to keep my cock as deeply buried as I could, my balls pumping her full of my long over due sperm.

"Umpph," I softly groaned.

"Oh!"

"Um."

"Oooo."

"Oh god!"

"Love me Paul!"

"God sis, I am!"

Her hands grasped my face and guided our lips together as she kissed me with her entire body and soul! As luck would have it, our climaxes waned at nearly the exact same time, allowing us to come to a stop gasping for breath and clinging to each other tightly. We lay together like that, her body rolled over on itself, for several moments. She never complained.

Knowing I was a heavy burden for her to hold like this I uncurled her body and lowered her legs down alongside of mine. Then I held her tight and rolled us over taking the bottom. "Thanks," came her soft voice. I mumbled something. Still quite softly she said, "That was so good! I mean ... damn! So good!"

"I'll say!" Both of us looked for where our mom was speaking from, surprised to see her sitting previously unnoticed on my desk chair. "Penny my dear, I SO wanted to switch places with you during that ... that ... incredibly loving sight! You are so lucky to have been fucked like that!"

"Mom, I didn't fuck..." I started to say but Penny interrupted me.

"I was LOVED! Mom, I was loved so well! Oh god Paul, I'm still tingling all over! Just look at all these Goosebumps!" I did and she was covered in them.

"Well," mom said, "I started another pot of coffee, hoping that this time your cock might be down for the count. Any luck with that?"

Penny looked at her then at me and said, "I'm not sure, I kind of hope not!" Then she pulled slowly up and off of me, a flood of cum pouring out of her gaping pussy when we parted.

Lying limply against my thigh was my over used dick, looking totally dead to the world and well drained. "Ooo, I want all that yummy stuff!" Penny said before leaning down and starting to lick clean my cock, balls and other parts that were covered in our juices.

"Careful, you don't want to get a rise out of him again," mom said making me groan. Penny just gave mom a sly grin and went back to cleaning my crotch area. I think it was just to prove it to mom when she inhaled my shaft fully (it was limp and flaccid) and swirled her tongue around it several times making my body jerk. Then she pulled off with a smacking sound from her lips. 

"Looks like I tamed this thing, mom!"

"Well and truly done, hon," mom said with some surprise.

"Thank you sis! You too mom! Thank you both so much," I exclaimed happily.

We all had a happy laugh then, before we started moving off the bed. Penny looked down at her enflamed sex and gasped, making us both look.

"Gosh mom, look! Paul fucked me so good my pussy can't close! It thinks there should be a big flesh pillar filling it!"

"You'll have to look elsewhere for one of those," I said laughing.

"Maybe if I give you a blowjob I can find one right here!"

"Have mercy sis, jeez, I'm a little sore!"

"Just kidding brother dear," she said as she reached out and gave me a gentle squeeze before quickly releasing me. 

Moments later I joined them in the kitchen after stopping for a much needed pee (damn it hurt like hell starting the flow from a different source!). I sat down where a full coffee cup was beckoning me. It was then that I noticed the bottle with the remaining pills in it. "What's the idea of this?"

"Well, your dad is very protective of his little pills. Trust me, he will notice that three of them are missing! So I called the pharmacy and ordered a refill of another ten pills. How many are left in there?"

I opened the bottle and took a look inside. "There are four left."

"Marvelous! I'll pick up the new bottle tomorrow. That bottle is yours, along with the extra 3 in the new bottle."

"But, why mom?"

"Well, I called your dad and told him you were home and in bed. No, I didn't tell him what you and Penny were doing. Then he said the parts guy up there had ordered the wrong parts and he would be delayed two days for sure! I told him to be safe and we would see him when he had everything taken care of on that end." Mom looked at me then at Penny and then at me again. "I think that it won't be difficult for you to find one or two females nearby that would love to go on another marathon fuck with you. Just one pill's worth at a time!"

I looked at her in shock while Penny clapped her hands and shouted, "Hell yeah!" before she kissed me on the cheek.

"You know, I'm pretty good with out these pills." I said with a straight face.

"Braggart!" Penny said laughing.

Meanwhile mom looked me right in the eyes and said, "Not as good as you are WITH them, I'll bet!"




Take Two Pills and ...



I got a worried look when I felt my limp dick stir, but when I looked down at it I saw my shriveled cock twitch and then fall limp again. Phew!

Mom leaned in and kissed me on my right cheek while Penny kissed my left one, each of them holding my limp dick in their hand. We all hugged and laughed as I thought, 'it is SO good to be home!'

The end.

Thanks for reading my story! Don't forget to vote! God I really want my writer's block to go away so I can finish things quicker and easier!



Take Two



“Mia darling, what can I do for you?”

“Hello beautiful. I need a favor. Are you still banging that cute little DA? What’s her name?”

“Victoria? Yes, I am still fucking her. In fact we are in consultation right now,” the amused voice came back

“Say hello to Ms. Mia my dear,” Elaine said into the receiver.

“Hello Ms. Takashi,” a strained voice dutifully called.

“Good darling,” Elaine said as she returned the receiver to her ear.

“I assume “consultation” means she is under your desk eating your pussy?” Mia had to say with a grin playing at her lips.

“Actually Victoria has been quite naughty. She refused a plea bargain with one of my clients, so now I am going to have to go to court and waste my valuable time,” Elaine said petulantly. There was another click and the hollow resonance Mia recognized as a speakerphone.

“There we go, tell Ms. Mia where you are Victoria,”

“I am bent over mistress’s desk, Ms. Mia,” the strained voice replied.

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re fucking me,” the voice breathed with a groan.

“Tell Ms. Mia where,”

“In my tight little ass,” the voice came back. There was a grunt that sounded like it forced the air from the poor girl’s lungs.

“And what am I fucking you with?”

“A dildo,”

“Which one?” Elaine said. Mia could hear the tension in her friend’s voice and the rhythmic slapping of her hips against the DA’s backside.

“The big one,” Victoria whimpered. 

“Now, what can I do for you?” Elaine said as she picked the receiver back up. Mia outlined what she needed.

“That’s positively devious. May I ask what this man has done to you?” Elaine said when Mia had finished. The dark haired woman saw no reason to lie, but she also knew Elaine. If she said she was in love with Heather it would hurt her standing with the high-powered attorney, to whom love was a sign of weakness. Better to sound like a horny top than a love sick waif Mia decided.

“He’s married to my secretary and I can’t get the little bitch’s legs spread until he is out of the way,” Mia said. Elaine cackled with delight.

“I’m going to put you back on speaker dear. You just tell Little Miss. Smarty Pants here exactly what you want. I’ll make sure the message is driven home,”

“I’m sure you will,” Mia said chuckling. As she waited for her friend to transfer back to speakerphone she made a promise. This I am going to do for you Heather, even if you end up despising me. He won’t ever hit you again.

----

As she hung up the phone Heather realized she had nothing to wear. She was sitting in a chair wearing one of the hotel’s robes and a worn pair of cotton panties. The robe was open so it didn’t touch her breasts and the crotch of her panties was soaked. Heather pulled her hand back from her crotch and frowned. That’s the fourth time in an hour, she thought. First when I was watching TV, then when I was trying to read, later when I was looking out the window and just now when I was talking to my sexy boss, what’s come over me? She clenched her hands tightly on the wooden arms of her chair, as if that would make them behave. 

“My sexy boss?” she asked out loud. Where on earth did that come from? she thought. Well, I guess she is pretty sexy, I mean with that body and those eyes and her presence and all. And of course she is so nice and friendly and sweet. I guess I could see how a guy would go for her. Of course Jim didn’t like her, but he had never seen her dressed up. Heather remembered the one time Jim had seen her employer. Last week Heather had stayed late to help with the paperwork for this week’s conference. She had been riding the train for the last few days because the car was dead and they didn’t have any money to fix it. Jim kept saying he would do it and had gotten angry when she offered to call a mechanic so Heather just walked and rode the train now.

It has started to storm before they were done and Mia had refused to let her walk home in the rain. Of course she had asked Mia in, it was only polite. She remembered the two of them, soaked and giggling bursting into the house to find Jim passed out drunk in his stained boxers and a ratty t-shirt. Heather had been so embarrassed, but Mia had just laughed it off. Jim had thrown an almost empty beer can at them and cursed before rolling back over and passing out again. Heather remembered how Mia looked then, black hair falling softly on her face and dusted with droplets of water, eyes laughing happily. She remembered how she had easily been able to see the peach bra Mia wore under the wet white blouse….

A jagged bolt of pleasure shot through her and Heather moaned. She looked down in horror to find her hand gently stroking the wet crotch of her panties. Heather snatched her hand away from her pussy like it burned and muttered to herself. No more anti-depressant, she swore as she stood and hurried to the bathroom. The pretty blonde ran a cold shower and stood under the frigid water, hoping it would somehow cool the fires burning in her body. If anything the water had the opposite effect, making her already sensitive nipples stand out rigidly from her small aureoles. She got out of the shower and dried off then collapsed on her bed. There was no way she could go through the rest of the afternoon like this. 

Closing her eyes, she hesitantly began to caress her sensitive breasts. She slid one hand down and began to gently stroke her already wet lips. She hurriedly stroked herself, pushing for orgasm as quickly as she could get it. Much like intercourse with Jim she had learned to will herself to orgasm quickly or do without. More often than not she did without, unless he had been hitting the coke. The sex was wonderful then, but he was so mean when on drugs it wasn’t worth it. 

Heather imagined herself having sex with a partner who thoroughly fucked her. She was fast approaching her orgasm when her dream lover looked up. Even as the first contraction hit her, Heather’s eyes shot open in horror. Her dream lover’s face had been none other than her beautiful oriental boss. The orgasm she experienced was stronger than any she had ever known before.

Heather slept afterwards and awoke feeling more or less herself. It was nearly six o’clock and she rose slowly and blinked hard. She had had the most erotic dreams, all centered on her dark haired boss. She felt no burning need now, and for the first time that day her nipples were not stiff. Heather glanced at her few clothes and cringed. She always dressed down and tired not to show her natural beauty. Jim got so angry when she used makeup or wore anything revealing. She told herself she should be flattered by his jealousy, but she did sometimes wish she had nice things like she wore back in college.

Heather picked up the heavy, ugly bra that Jim had ordered for her and began the complicated procedure for putting it on. The heavy material, straps and buckles were designed to flatten her chest. It was painful at first, but over time she had become used to its constrictive grip. Plain cotton panties that were wearing thin in places were next and then her last pair of panty hose. She was happy to see they didn’t have a run in them, not that she showed her legs often anyway. Heather kept a small portion of each paycheck for her wardrobe. She thought she kept it well hidden, but apparently Jim had found it and so she was having to scrape by until next payday. She only owned one dress, a large sacklike one that had a pretty floral print on it. She washed her face carefully and put her hair back. Looking into the mirror she forced a smile. It wasn’t pretty, but it was the way her man wanted her to dress so she did it without a complaint.

There was a knock at the door and Heather rushed to open it. She tried very hard not to stare as Mia smiled at her. The oriental woman wore a jade green silk dress that hugged every curve. It fell to mid thigh and her long legs were encased in black stockings. A silver anklet set off high heels in the same color as the dress and silver dragon earrings accentuated her beautiful face. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that Heather felt ugly just being near her.

“Oh Mia, I didn’t realize we were going some place that ritzy. Can’t we just get a pizza or something?” 

“Of course not, I’ve already made reservations at Toni’s for nine,” Mia said easily.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything to wear, I wasn’t expecting to go out someplace nice,” Heather said hesitantly, but her boss took her hand and locked eyes with her.

“Would it have mattered?” Mia said in a soft tone.

“Well, of course it would have I…”

“You what? Would have found an excuse not to go? I bet that’s the only dress you own isn’t it?” Mia said, her voice still soft. Heather nodded and put her head down.

“Let’s go down to the galleria and fix that,” Mia said.

“Oh Mia, I can’t. Jim found my wardrobe money. I can’t even afford new stockings,” Heather said despondently. 

“He hasn’t found mine,” her boss said with a wink, “but first here’s your medicine,”

----

Mia watched closely as Heather took the bottle of pills. She looked at it dubiously and then set it on the nightstand. 

“Shouldn’t you take one before we go out?” Mia asked innocently.

“I don’t think I am going to take them anymore,” Heather said hesitantly.

“Of course you are,” Mia said as she went to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water. She opened the bottle and poured out one of the blue pills and handed it to her secretary. As soon as Heather looked up and opened her mouth to protest, Mia was ready.

“I won’t take no for an answer Heather. Taking yourself off of prescribed medication is dangerous. You can stop taking them once you see your doctor, if he feels it’s necessary, but you are too valuable for me to loose you for any period of time,” Mia said sternly. She felt an inner sense of triumph when Heather smiled at the compliment and took the pill. Mia surreptitiously slipped the bottle into her PA’s purse while she was putting the glass away. 

“Come on,” Mia said handing Heather her ugly purse and pushing her out the door. 

The conference center had a mall built into it. The stores were all very expensive and Mia sensed Heather growing anxious as they entered. She had already scoped out the place and intentionally steered them past a small bar.

“How bout a drink before we start?’ Mia said casually. 

“I don’t think I can drink while on my medicine,” Heather said.

“I don’t remember any warnings, check the bottle,” Mia said. She knew there would be no warning, she had carefully peeled off the little sticker herself.

“I don’t have it with me,”

“Yes you do, you stuck it into your purse after you took you pill, don’t you remember?” Mia said. Heather fished in her purse and seemed puzzled when she found the bottle. She seemed even more puzzled when she could find no warning label on it. 

“See?” Mia said and guided the still confused woman into the bar. They both had a drink and then Mia dragged Heather over to the high-end lingerie shop. Mia tried to control her heartbeat as she moved to the hosiery rack and selected a pair of sheer black stockings. She made sure they weren’t stay ups before handing them to Heather. Heather accepted them and then blushed a deep red.

“Oh, I don’t wear stocking stockings, I meant pantyhose,” she said. She seemed to be less ill at ease and Mia decided to press her luck.

“In that case we will have to get you a garterbelt or two won’t we?”

“Oh, I couldn’t!” Heather protested, but her eyes were sparkling as she surveyed all the feminine things around her. 

“Of course you can, grab a basket and since I am buying you will just have to let me choose won’t you?” Mia said. Her tone was still kind, but she added just a bit of sternness. It wasn’t a command, but it wasn’t quite a request either.

“I guess so,” Heather said doubtfully. Mia selected one in black and one in white and added three more pairs of stockings to the basket Heather now carried.

“Now for bras, what size do you take?”

“Oh, they won’t have the kind of bra I wear here,” Heather said.

“Of course they do, what size are you?” Mia asked.

“34-D,” Heather murmured so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

“Pardon me?” Mia said in disbelief. She had only asked to get her sexy little PA to loosen up and talk. She had guessed the young woman wore a B cup, at the very most a C.

“I wear a 34-D,” she said quietly, “Jimbo said I looked like a cow, so he got me special bras from online. That’s why I knew they wouldn’t have the kind I wear here,” Heather said in a very small voice. Mia was caught between insane anger and a wildly rising lust. She couldn’t even imagine tits like that on Heather’s petite frame. The very thought sent her own hormones raging. On the other hand she wanted to kill the heartless son of a bitch who would say something like that to such a sensitive young woman. 

What kind of man could be that cruel, Mia asked herself in disbelief. The same kind who raises hell when she uses makeup, refuses to let her wear anything that doesn’t fall at least to her ankles and makes up excuses for why they can’t buy her new clothes, she thought. In short a useless motherfucker who is afraid she will get some attention from someone, wake up and leave his sorry ass. 

“Perhaps they don’t have the kind you wear, but they do have some nice ones,” Mia said, hoping to keep the rage from her voice.

“But…” Heather began.

“No but’s,” Mia interrupted. She moved brusquely to the bra display and began digging through the drawers. Mia selected five eventually, 2 silk, 2 satin and one darling one in red lace. Her mouth was watering by the time she finished, imagining those succulent tits Heather had been hiding from her. Beneath that lust burned a frightening rage at her PA’s good for nothing husband.

“What kind of panties do you wear? Bikini or thong?” Mia said, grinning wickedly as Heather blushed and lowered her eyes.

“I usually just get whatever is cheapest at Wal-Mart,”

“In that case we will try a few pairs of each to see which you like better,” Mia said and proceeded to pick some out. Digging through the basket she selected the black stockings, garterbelt, bra and a tiny black thong. She took the basket from Heather’s hands and shoved the few items towards her. 

“Go ahead and try them on,” Mia said.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Heather said with wide eyes.

“You have to honey, you don’t want to have to come back and return them do you?”

“Well, I guess I should,” she said eyeing the small amount of material she had in her hands dubiously. As soon as she was safely in the dressing room Mia sauntered up to the counter and asked a sales girl to come assist her. 

“Need some help in there?” Mia called as they returned to the dressing cubes.

“No! Everything fits fine,” Heather called. Mia was hoping she was loosened up; she was dying for a peak of what she hoped would be her dessert.

“Well, come on out and let’s see,” Mia said, hoping her voice didn’t betray her lust.

“You can’t be serious,” Heather called back.

“Of course I am serious, now get your fanny out here, we are going to be late otherwise,” Mia said. Her voice again carried a slight edge, not too much, but she was beginning to see that Heather responded better to commands than requests. As Mia expected the door opened and the young woman hesitantly stepped out.

Heather looked like a vision. The black lingerie set off her naturally pale skin and somehow wearing the sexy under things made her stand straighter and slouch less. Her blonde hair fell in a soft cascade to her shoulders. Those petite shoulders seemed incapable of supporting the huge soft orbs of her breasts. The satin shimmered and Mia was pleased to notice that Heather’s nipples were already making tents in the soft fabric. Her trim waist blended gracefully into soft hips and a teardrop ass. The thong was almost indecently small and just barely covered what looked to be a trim little pussy. Her long legs looked superbly muscled and Mia could easily imagine them wrapped around her. No wonder that prick keeps her dressed like a granny, Mia thought as she drank in Heather’s natural beauty. 

“Could you ring those up with the rest? She’ll be wearing them out,” Mia finally managed to say. She quickly stepped into the boot and eyed the strange bra with its straps and buckles before grabbing it and the plain worn out panties. 

“Put these in the bag too if you don’t mind,’ she said. Heather stood there looking helpless, but dutifully stepped back into the booth when Mia nodded towards it.

The next shop was a fashionable clothier where Mia picked out a powder blue silk blouse and brown knee length suede skirt for her PA. She noticed approvingly that Heather didn’t protest or even try to change back into her hideous dress.

Mia next dragged her charge to the small salon for a makeover. Heather seemed torn between loving the attention and defying her husband’s edicts. Mia didn’t really give a damn about Jimbo’s orders, the more she could get Heather to ignore the better.

They ran upstairs to drop off the packages and Mia noted with a smile that Heather was taking longer in the bathroom than was necessary.

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Heather stared at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t looked this good since college. She shivered when she moved. The satin cups of the bra were far worse on her now stiff nipples than that monstrosity she had been wearing in the car was. Her breasts swayed when she moved and even bounced under the blouse when she experimentally jumped. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen them do that, she rarely used a mirror at home. Her breasts were a secondary consideration however; the thong was driving her mad. The soft satin was pulled tightly against her asshole and she had never thought anything could feel so wildly erotic. Her pussy twitched each time she moved and the cool material caressed her.

“Hurry up in there,” Mia called. Something in her friend’s voice had changed. Heather couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but it seemed sexier now, more commanding and confident. She took one more look and then scampered out to meet Mia.

The whole ride to the restaurant Heather shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Well, uncomfortably wasn’t the word really. Between the bra caressing her nipples as they gently swayed to the rhythm of the highway, the thong pulling against her pussy and ass and the maddening sensation of the stockings on her legs she was close to orgasm when Mia pulled the car into the parking lot. 

Toni’s was a small romantic Italian restaurant in the heart of the entertainment district. Mia had selected it carefully for the small cozy booths, soft music and because they served wine with every dish. Heather felt a minor tremor run through her body when she opened the car door and turned to get out. The motion caused the thong to pull tight against her now soaked lips and she bit her tongue to keep from moaning. Mia came around the car and offered her hand, which Heather gladly took. The tall oriental woman opened the door and held it for her, which Heather found sweet. 

The restaurant was cozy and the lights dim. A tuxedoed waiter showed them to a small booth and Mia slid in across from her. Some of the men in the room gave her boss long stares and for some strange reason Heather felt a pang of jealousy. 

Mia seemed not to notice, but once the waiter arrived with the menu’s she glanced over at two of the men.

“Looks like they are checking you out,” she casually observed.

“Not me, you” Heather said, perhaps a bit too quickly. Mia smiled and lowered her menu. She leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially.

“Want to make them stop?”

“Yes,” Heather said automatically. She didn’t know why it was so important to her, but the hungry glances they were casting at Mia were really beginning to bother her. Mia smiled and put her menu flat on the table and then motioned for Heather to do the same. Once she did her older boss reached out and gently took both of Heather’s hands in her own. Her skin was softer than silk and Heather found it hugely distracting when Mia began to gently caress her hands. 




Take Two



“W..What are you doing?” Heather said haltingly. The woman’s hands were so soft and the caress so gentle, no one had ever touched her so tenderly. Heather felt this was somehow wrong, but she could not deny that it sent her heart racing.

“Shhhh,” Mia whispered in that sexy voice, “Tell me when they are looking again,”

Heather tried to concentrate on the guys at the table, but Mia’s hands were driving her to distraction. It wasn’t just that she was sensitive, those hands were so gentle, so infinitely loving. It wasn’t so much the sexual charge she was getting, although that was undeniable; it was the love she felt in those long fingers. 

The two men turned at the same time to check Mia out and Heather’s eyes flashed when she saw those hungry stares.

“They’re looking,” she hissed.

Mia leaned across the table and pressed her lips to Heather’s in a single fluid motion. Heather started, but didn’t pull away and when Mia’s active tongue aggressively pressed against her lips she parted them. Mia’s tongue thrust into her mouth and greedily explored the sweet cavern. Heather could feel Mia’s tongue as it caressed her cheeks and searched the corners out. It felt wild, wonderful and her pussy twitched in delight. Her body sang with an unnamed happiness and the feeling of joy that suffused her being was indescribable. Mia broke the kiss and sat back.

“Are they still staring?” she asked. Heather was too stunned to look.

“Why did you do that?” she asked in confusion. Mia giggled and leaned closer to her.

“If they think we are a couple of dykes they will leave us alone and we can enjoy our meal in peace,”

Heather had been sure something had passed between them in that kiss, but Mia seemed so matter of fact about it and it did kinda make sense that they would have no reason to keep staring. She glanced over to see the two men talking heatedly to one another, but they seemed to be paying them no attention now.

“I guess so,” Heater said hesitantly. She took another sip of her wine and tried to convince herself that what she had felt was her imagination. Mia excused herself to go to the restroom and Heather licked absently at her lips. Something tasted strange and she blushed again when she realized what she tasted was her boss’s lipstick.

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Mia stood before the mirror and examined her face. A little flushed she thought, but after a kiss like that what could you expect? Mia was growing more confident, she could feel Heather falling under her sway. Mia had no intention of being a mistress in the way Elaine was. She knew now that Heather was a total co-dependant. Mia wanted to be there for her, to teach her to stand up for herself and eventually to be her VP at Nibus. She knew it would be a long road, but she was patient. The girl had not always been a doormat, the way she handled the girl at the rent-a-car counter told Mia that. She had simply fallen for an evil, manipulative bastard.

It would take time to undo the damage Jimbo had done and ages to heal the wounds he had inflicted on her self-confidence and self-esteem. Mia hoped she could do it, she was prepared to try, but if she failed and the damage was just too great, she wanted to be the one Heather was dependent on. She knew she would never…could never harm the girl she loved so much. 

Mia smiled and undid the top two buttons on her dress. Her pert breasts were noting compared to Heather’s rack, but it did show off her cleavage. Now for the teasing, she thought and grinned as she exited the ladies room.

When she returned to the table and sat down Heather’s eyes went immediately to her breasts. Mia exulted inwardly, but outwardly she remained calm and seemed to be absorbed in her menu. With a small grin she feigned that she couldn’t read the menu and pushed it closer to the flickering candle at the center of the table. She held it there a few moments, leaning over and studying it, knowing that Heather was staring down her dress at her tits. The girl’s hands were in her lap, and Mia had to wonder if she wasn’t gently massaging herself through her skirt.

The waiter approached and Mia straightened up. She ordered for herself and before the waiter could turn for Heather also. She also ordered drinks for them both, a scotch on the rocks for herself and a Pina colada for the small blonde. Heather made no protest and Mia sat back. She wasn’t sure what to do now that they were waiting on dinner. Heather looked edible; her face had that dreamy expression Mia found so wildly exciting, almost like someone was under the table eating her out. As nice as it sounded Mia fought back the impulse to do just that. She noticed Heather was staring at the table with the two guys again.

“Something wrong?” Mia asked.

“Those two guys are checking you out again,” she said with a petulant little frown. Mia found the jealousy in the girl’s voice to be music to her ears. She wondered how far she dared push the girl, but her confidence had grown to the point she was willing to take some risks.

“What should we do?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe we should kiss again,” the blonde said with a shy smile. Mia smiled and leaned forward and Heather did the same. This kiss wasn’t like the first one, she didn’t have to thrust her tongue against the girl’s soft lips, and they parted at first contact. Their tongues twined and they kissed deeply, Mia could feel the girl’s hunger in the way she sucked on her tongue. The older woman had to break the kiss before she stood up, scooped this beautiful woman up and carried her out to the car. 

When she eased back she found Heather’s eyes still tightly closed and her soft lips slightly parted. She looked so beautiful that it almost hurt. The waiter returned with their drinks and broke the spell. Mia sipped her scotch and waited for the two young men to give her an opening. She knew from experience that nothing caught and kept the attention of young men like two women kissing. Their food had barely arrived when Mia saw Heather’s eyes shoot to the table and the young men. Inwardly she laughed, you could always count on men to be boys.

“They’re staring again,” she almost whined. 

“Maybe they don’t believe we’re lovers,” Mia said in a neutral tone.

“We can’t just keep kissing,” Heather said. She was staring daggers at the two young men and Mia found it to be cute as well as exciting.

“I’ve got an idea, do you think they can see under the table from where they are?” 

“I think they can,” Heater said without taking her smoldering blue eyes off the two men. Mia nodded and casually slipped off one of her shoes. She straightened her leg until her stocking clad toe made contact with Heather’s calf. The blonde jumped and gasped. Mia smiled at her and slowly dragged her foot up her PA’s calf. Heather looked like a deer caught in the headlights, trapped between the intense physical stimulation and fear. Mia smiled and leaned forward. She lowered her voice to a bedroom whisper before speaking.

“You have to act like you are enjoying it, or they won’t buy it,”

Heather nodded slowly. Mia could tell the drinks were combining with the drugs to lower her inhibitions. She decided to go for broke now, casting caution to the wind.

“You do enjoy it don’t you? You like the feeling of my stockings on your leg don’t you baby?” Mia coaxed. Heather nodded slowly.

“Then smile for the boys and spread your legs a little bit, don’t fight it, just do what comes naturally,” 

Mia couldn’t contain a triumphant grin when she felt Heather’s legs move, opening her thighs. Mia worked her foot up the girl’s calf, watching as her eyes closed and she slowly licked her lips. She paused to toy with her knee for just a moment and then delved between her heated thighs. She worked her foot along each one, carefully gripping and massaging with her toes. Mia’s eyes never left Heather’s face. She watched in mounting excitement as the blonde took her lower lip between her teeth and silently chewed on it. Mia reveled in the feeling when her toe found her garter clasp and traced up it, passing over the top of her stocking and sliding against bare flesh.

Heather’s nostrils flared and she was furiously chewing her lip. Mia continued to watch the girl’s face as her toes traced up the garter. She knew she was close to heaven when she felt warm skin on both sides of her foot. As tall as she was Mia was still forced to lean back in her seat and let her ass slide to the edge of the warm leather to keep going. Heather moaned softly when Mia slipped her foot back gently, but the CEO wasn’t finished. She straightened her leg, pushing it out all the way and felt her toes bump against Heather’s mound. The blonde groaned, not loud enough for anyone but Mia to hear, but that loud enough. 

“Spread your legs more, and lean back. Let your hips come forward just a little,” Mia whispered in her most seductive voice. She didn’t have to use a stern voice this time, Heather was obviously totally lost in sensation. She did as she was told and Mia pressed the ball of her foot tightly to the girl’s pussy. She made a slow circular motion, varying pressure as she watched Heather moving towards her climax.

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Heather was adrift on a sea of pleasure. The restaurant, the boys, the food had all long since faded into the background of her consciousness. The only things that mattered now were the tingling sensations from her pussy and her boss’s sexy voice.

“You like that don’t you?” Mia asked. Heather could only nod. She felt it building in her stomach, an orgasm was coming and for the first time in ages she wasn’t hurried. The tingling in her pussy, the aching in her nipples and the sharp clenching and unclenching in her ass, all were wonderful. No matter what Jim or her parents had taught her, there was no way feeling like this could be wrong. The signals from her body were so overwhelmingly strong, that she thought they would be frightening in their intensity if they didn’t feel so wonderful.

“Your about to cum aren’t you Heather?” that wonderful voice whispered. When Heather didn’t respond the lovely rubbing at her crotch stopped. She humped her pussy against Mia’s foot, but the oriental woman withdrew it slightly. 

“Aren’t you?”

“Yesssssss,” Heater hissed. As soon as she responded the wonderful rubbing resumed causing her to nearly cry out in joy. She was so close now. She wanted it. She had to have it. 

“Who’s going to make her little angel cum?” Mia whispered.

“Ohhhhhh, you are Mia,” the small woman moaned. Heather balled up her napkin and pressed it into her mouth as she felt the first contraction hit her. A white hot ball of fire was burning in her pussy and it spread outward in pulses that were so intense they defied description. Her mind fought through each wave as she desperately tried to keep enough of her wits about her to stay silent. During the build up she had almost forgotten she was in a restaurant, but now that she was in the throes of her orgasm she was acutely aware of it. It was so outrageous and wicked, that somehow it made the pulses of pleasure from her center seem even more intense. Fighting to remain silent only prolonged the pleasure and she wondered why she had never tired this before. She seemed so much more attuned to her body this evening.

When the last spasm ripped through her she opened her eyes to find Mia staring at her. The look on her boss’s pretty face would haunt her for the rest of the evening. Mia’s face and eyes were very expressive, but she usually kept her emotions out of her expressions. Now she wore one that combined an animalistic hunger with tenderness and love. 

Mia withdrew her foot and smiled at Heather before taking up her spoon and attacking the French Onion Soup. Heather picked at her meal, barely tasting it. Her mind was a confused and jumbled mass of emotions. The small blonde began to unravel the tapestry of feelings and examine them, hoping to deal with them better one at a time.

The most alarming thing was not a feeling, but a lack of one. She thought she should feel guilty for basically cheating on Jim, but she didn’t. In fact as she examined her inner self she realized she felt nothing at all for him, it was as if he didn’t exist. All of her feelings were tied to her boss right now. Heather stared at Mia now, for the first time allowing herself to simply take in the older woman’s stunning beauty. She had beautifully expressive eyes, a pert nose, pouty lips, high cheekbones and a flawless dusky complexion. Her body had soft curves in all the right places on a tall, but petite frame. How could she have worked with this woman for five years and never noticed?

Things Mia had said and done over the past few months filtered in. Small things, like the roses her boss gave her on secretary’s day, the ride home in the rain, lunch at her favorite restaurant, the afternoon at the gallery, “Playing Hookey” as Mia had called it when Heather’s favorite artist was being featured and Jimbo refused to let her go. There were the compliments too. Small things, but as Heather thought she realized they were almost daily things. Just little words, but she realized how much they had meant to her. Other things too, strange looks, accidental contacts…

“You’re gay?” she suddenly blurted out. If Mia was upset by the question she didn’t show it. She put her spoon down and cocked her head to one side then smiled.

“It sure took you long enough to figure that out,” 

No denial, Heather thought. No apologies and seemingly no shame. Heather had always pictured lesbians as big manly women who smoked, drank, cursed and wore denim and leather. Her beautiful boss being one was a shock. But, it shouldn’t be should it? she asked herself. Anyone who worked as closely with Mia as she had should have known. How have I become so blind to the people around me? she wondered. In college she had been so perceptive and empathetic. Now I am just pathetic, she reflected.

“Why?” Heather asked. 

“Why what? Why am I gay? Why did I do that? Why did you enjoy it? You’re going to have to be more specific, but this is hardly the place for such a discussion. If you’re done we can skip coffee and dessert and go back to my room to talk,” 

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Mia opened the door to her room and held the door for Heather. This had not gone exactly as she planned, but a part of her was glad of that. She had been able to show Heather a good time, and she didn’t feel at all guilty about it. If she had brought her up here drunk and horny from the medicine and taken advantage of her… Even in her own mind Mia knew she would not have been able to do it. She had not completely abandoned a sense of right and wrong. She still entertained hopes of having sex with her lovely personal assistant, but if it happened it would be solely because Heather wanted it too.

Mia went to the small wet bar and poured herself a stiff drink, she didn’t offer one to Heather. The girl sat nervously on the bed and Mia took the chair across from her.

“So what did you want to know?”

“Why did you do…what you did in the restaurant?”

“Why did I make you cum you mean?”

“Yes,”

“Why not? You are beautiful and sexy,”

“But I’m not a lesbian!” Heather protested. Mia smiled at her and chuckled.

“You aren’t? It would have been hard for someone to know that while you were having such a yummy orgasm with my foot on your pussy,” Mia said. Heather colored furiously and lowered her head. Mia stood and walked to the edge of the bed. She gently took the girl’s chin in her hand and raised her face until their eyes met.

“How do you know you aren’t gay? Have you ever cum like that with your husband?” Mia asked. She was taking a chance here, for all she knew Jim was a stud in bed, but she was betting he was just as selfish a lover as he was a husband. 

“No,” Heather whispered. Mia stepped back from the girl and slowly undid the last two buttons on her dress.

“Don’t…please.” Heather pleaded as Mia wiggled out of the silk dress and tossed it on the chair. She stood before Heather in only her stockings, heels and a green thong. Her breasts were bare and her nipples stood at attention. The blonde was staring at the floor and shaking.

“Look at me,” Mia commanded. Heather’s face slowly, as if against her will came up. When she finally looked at Mia, she seemed incapable of tearing her eyes away.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Mia said softly. The girl nodded almost imperceptibly.

Mia moved closer to her, until she was standing right in front of the girl. Heather’s hand rose hesitantly and almost touched Mia’s hip before she jerked it away.

Mia placed her hands on her hips and stared down until her brown eyes locked with Heather’s blue ones. Mia decided to lay it all on the line, she either had to have this woman in her bed or had to know there was no chance of it ever happening. 

“There is no easy way to say this. You’ve been through a lot, you’re married to an abusive prick and you have been beaten down. I love you Heather, I have for a long while now. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me too I’ll stop, but if you can’t I am going to make love to you, right here on this bed,” Mia said gently. She still held the girl’s eyes with her own.

“Do you not love me?”

Heather stared at her. After a few moments her bottom lip began to quiver, but she neither nodded nor shook her head. Mia could see the monumental conflict that was going on inside her little PA’s head. She waited impatiently, filled with hope and fear. When she had waited over a minute and the girl still hadn’t moved Mia bent her head and gently placed her lips against Heather’s.

All of her hopes were bound up in that contact and Mia felt a joy that eclipsed any she had ever known when the small blonde’s lips parted, inviting her tongue. Mia fought her rising excitement and gently pressed her tongue into the girl’s warm, sweet mouth. She tasted the coconut flavor of the Pina Colada and the tingling warmth of the run, but more than anything she tasted the sweetness of Heather’s lips. As her tongue explored, Heather closed her lips on Mia’s tongue and sucked while her own little tongue danced over Mia’s.

That kiss was filled with so much passion and yet, it remained extremely tender. Mia continued to kiss and thrilled when Heather’s hands first made contact with her skin. It was a soft caress, as hesitant and curious as her own had been with Elaine years before. Her own hands went to Heather’s arms, and gently stroked them through the soft silk of her blouse. Heather was now playing her hand slowly up and down Mia’s outer thigh. Mia slipped her hands to Heather’s shoulders and gently pushed her back as she leaned forward. 

Her hips came to rest on Heather’s and her body lay atop the girl’s, only her legs were still off the bed. Mia continued the gentle kiss, waiting until she felt Heather’s hands on her back before she resumed stroking the girl’s arms. Mia broke the kiss and then kissed her secretary’s nose. The girl still looked frightened and doubtful, but Mia also saw that she was beginning to loose those fears. Slow and easy was the way to do this she decided. She knew she would have to put her own pleasure second and do all in her power to make Heather feel good. Mia realized her little friend was starved for attention and affection. 

For the only time Mia was grateful to Jimbo Wilson. She realized that Heather would love with all she had and it was only because he had so thoroughly abused that gentle love that she had this opportunity. The side effects of the drug and even the alcohol wouldn’t have given her this one opportunity; it was only his callousness that left Heather open to a seduction. She felt the soft mounds of Heather’s breasts beneath her and the tiny points of her erect nipples. Suppressing her desire to feel those glorious mounds that her chest rested on she gently returned to Heather’s lips and kissed her again.




Take Two



The kiss continued for a long time, until Mia had explored every millimeter of Heather’s mouth several times over. Heather kissed back with increasing boldness until her tongue finally darted into Mia’s mouth. When there was no repercussion she pushed her tongue deeply into Mia’s mouth. The kiss, which had been so gentle before heated up, until their tongues were battling, pushing against each other feverishly. 

Heather’s hands slid down her back and up the rise of her rump, until the girl began to knead Mia’s cheeks. The kiss became even more heated, until the desperation in it took Mia’s breath away. Heather was pulling Mia tightly to her now and kissing back so fiercely that Mia forgot for a moment who was the seducer. Mia broke the kiss and began to lick and nuzzle the girl’s neck. Heather moaned softly and her hands twined in Mia’s short hair. Mia kissed along the straining muscle that stood out as Heather raised her head and then began to tongue the hollow where her delicate collarbones met. 

“Oh god,” she groaned.

Mia flattened her tongue and ran it all the way up the girl’s neck, flicking it as she moved over Heather’s chin. Their eyes locked again and Mia returned to Heather’s sweet lips. As she kissed, Mia’s hands moved to the neck of the silk blouse and she undid a button. Mia pushed the material aside and broke the kiss to lick the newly exposed skin. Heather moaned and her body arched upwards. 

“You like that don’t you?” Mia purred.

“Yes,” Heather responded, drawing the “s” out into a sibilance that was highly erotic to the older woman. 

Mia’s hands returned to the blouse and quickly undid the rest of the small pearl buttons. When she finished she crawled off the girl and back onto her feet. Squatting between Heather’s thighs she pulled the blonde up to a sitting position and pushed the blouse back off her shoulders. Mia had to pause a moment and just stare. Heather’s eyes were closed and she wore an expectant expression, the silk blouse was pushed back to reveal her wondrous tits, encased in the black satin of her bra. Mia rose and gently bit Heather’s shoulder as she pulled at the blouse. It was still buttoned at her wrists, but came off when Mia tugged it hard enough. Her hands were already behind the girl and went to the clasp that held her bra. Mia unhooked the bra, but didn’t remove it, she returned to Heather’s neck and nipped lightly, causing the girl to quiver. 

Mia pulled back so she could watch as she hooked her fingers under the bra straps and lifted the garment from Heather’s shoulders. Heather was watching her face and Mia did not even try to mask her admiration as the bra fell away and the petite blonde’s large breasts were finally exposed to her gaze. 

Mia had never seen breasts like these. They drooped slightly under their own weight, but there was no lack of firmness and somehow they stood out proudly from Heather’s tiny chest. They were beautifully sculpted and the white skin was flawless. Mia marveled at the tiny network of blue veins just under that pale skin. The aureoles were pink and surprisingly tiny, no bigger than a half dollar, but the nipples were long and thick. Mia’s hands seemed to move of their own accord and she gently hefted them, reveling in their weight. 

“They’re beautiful,” Mia breathed.

“Really,” Heather said. Her voice was filled with an almost pleading need to believe it was true and that tone shook Mia from her trance. She tore her eyes from the spectacle to Heather’s face. Mia struggled to find the right words to express what she was feeling.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. If you were mine, I wouldn’t ever let you wear anything at home,” Mia said. Heather blushed and turned her head, but Mia caught her chin and turned her face until their eyes met. 

“I mean it. I wouldn’t make you wear ugly bras and hideous dresses. I am not ashamed of you Heather, I would show you off every chance I got and would revel in the jealous stares people gave me,”

“Would you?” she asked, cocking her head and staring. Mia just nodded and pushed her back onto the bed. She pressed her face between the large orbs and kissed the silky skin at the bottom of the valley between them. Mia lost herself in the silken treasures, loving the pressure of the sides of the domes on her cheeks. Her hands traced lightly along the outsides as she slowly began to lave one with her tongue. Mia worked her way around the huge tit unhurriedly; slowly the sheer size impressed itself on her as her tongue actually began to ache from constant licking. As she worked all the way around, the dark haired woman slowly worked her way upward until her the tip of her pink tongue grazed the uneven perimeter of Heather’s puckered aureole. Heather was moaning softly now and whined when Mia let her tongue slide down the inside of the girl’s breast to the valley and start working up the other breast. Her hands still kneaded and caressed the heated skin, but she avoided the nipples totally. Mia had never met a girl who could cum just from having her breasts adored and she wanted to see if Heather really could.

By the time she reached the aureole on the left breast Mia was beginning to believe Heather could. The blonde’s hips undulated wildly against Mia’s abdomen and she was whimpering and moaning continuously. Mia’s mouth covered the whole nipple and aureole at once and she began to lash the little nubbin with her tongue. At the same time her hand seized the girl’s other nipple and began to roll it between her fingers. Heather gasped and then groaned as a tremor passed through her body. Mia could feel he tension in Heather’s petite body and nipped the stiff nipple in her mouth. She held on tightly as Heather’s body spasmed and then the girl went wild, plunging on the bed in a paroxysm of pleasure. Mia stayed where she was and smiled like the Cheshire cat. With an inarticulate bark Heather at last fell back on the bed, breathing heavily.

----

The blades of the ceiling fan turned lazily over her head. Heather had been watching them, but she wasn’t sure how long. She no longer felt Mia’s silky skin on her own, or her lover’s soft mouth and tongue on her still tingling nipple, but she heard her moving somewhere in the room. An aftershock thrilled her and she arched her back and closed her eyes as it ran through her. 

It was her second orgasm of the evening with her lovely boss. A gentle drowsiness lay upon her now, softening the edges of her vision and allowing her mind to wander. Disconnected images flashed through her mind and with them came feelings and impressions. She saw Jimbo drunk on the sofa, totally unaware that his wife was cheating on him. Try as she might she felt nothing for him, not even pity. She saw the expression on Mia’s face when her almond eyes had first seen her breasts. The unmistakable admiration in those eyes made her wish she could preen. She saw the two young men at the restaurant staring at Mia. Why had their hungry glances made her so angry? 

The next images were just flashes with no time to even consider them. She saw Mia soaked to the bone and laughing. Mia handing her the roses on secretary’s day. Mia holding up two passes to the exhibit at the Met and the genuine happiness in her eyes when Heather squealed in delight. Mia on the phone, sitting at her desk and looking so capable and in control. The last was her beautiful bosses face as she suckled at Heather’s breast. That expression remained burned in her mind, if utter contentment could be painted or captured on film, then that expression was it. 

The bed creaked and she felt her lover’s weight upon her again. Her eyes fluttered open to see that lovely face, staring at her with infinite tenderness. Heather felt Mia’s hands working at the zipper of her skirt. When Mia’s small hands curled into the waist Heather raised her hips and felt the cool suede as it slid past her hips and down her stocking covered thighs. She was lying here now in only an indecently small thong, but she felt right. No embarrassment. No shame. How could she feel shame when Mia’s eyes we so filled with wonder and admiration?

Mia was kneeling and she began kissing the insides of Heather’s thighs. It felt so wonderful that she spread her legs wide without even thinking. Mia’s mouth was like a tiny blowtorch; anywhere it touched was instantly hot and almost unbearably pleasurable. Heather felt Mia’s hands slide into the thong and begin to tug it down. The last shred of resistance to her boss’s tender suit reared its head. With an ease that surprised her, Heather crushed that last remnant and raised her hips. Her boss gasped in delight and Heather managed to force her heavy lids open.

“I always dreamed of having a natural blonde,” Mia said as her small fingers gently played in Heather’s downy pubes. Her fingers were soon replaced by her soft tongue and then… and then.. Oh my god! her mind screamed.

Heather came unglued. She tangled her fingers in Mia’s hair and pulled her bosses face tightly to her pussy. She was on fire… Burning up and only Mia’s wet tongue could put it out. She humped her pussy against Mia’s face, crying out each time her lover’s nose or tongue made fleeting contact with her straining clit and not caring who heard. Mia captured her clit somehow among the wild thrashing and sucked hard, lashing it with her unbearably soft tongue. Heather’s pussy spasmed and she heard herself scream. Wild spasms of pure bliss shot through her, blotting out all reason and all thought. For a few unforgettable seconds she was not worthless little Heather who no one cared about. She was elemental woman, screaming out her pleasure as her lover took her to ever greater heights. 

Her eyes were tightly shut and she only moaned softly when she felt Mia roll her over onto her tummy. Her limbs felt like they were made of lead and she couldn’t help or protest when Mia climbed onto the bed and pulled her to her knees. She felt the small woman force her legs out of the way with her own and Heather dreamily wondered what was going on.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped when the thick dildo sliced into her still quivering pussy. Mia’s hands held her hips firmly and Heather groaned in wonder and pleasure when Mia began to slowly fuck her. 

“God, your beautiful,” Mia said in a husky voice. Those words made Heather feel better than the delicious friction of the dildo. She pushed her self up onto her elbows and then her hands. She felt her hips beginning to respond, matching the rhythm of Mia’s thrusts. Heather put her head down and looked back to see how this was possible. The visual was enough to trigger another orgasm. As the sparks shot through her body the sight was burned into her mind.

Heather saw her heavy breasts, swaying in time to the thrusts. Mia’s legs, straining as she drove forward and retreated. Her own blonde triangle and the large pink cock that was rapidly disappearing again and again between her widely stretched lips. The cock was attached to a pair of black panties that hugged Mia’s trim hips. 

When she opened her eyes again the scene hadn’t changed. Mia lay across her back and her small hands cupped Heather’s breasts. The little woman’s movements became jerky and with a soft murmur she came. 

Knowing that this woman, who loved her so deeply had orgasmed while fucking her made all the pleasure she had experience this evening seem trivial in comparison. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks as Mia whispered in her ear.

“I love you,” 

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Mia woke early, before the light of dawn broke. The ceiling fan made a comfortable sound as it turned on and on. Mia was warm and comfortable under the blankets with Heather curled up in her arms. She wondered what had wakened her when she heard the insistent beeping of her cell. Mia carefully uncurled and got out of bed. Her little lover moaned softly and snuggled back, trying to find her body, which brought smile to Mia’s lips. 

She grabbed the cell and retreated to the bathroom. She checked the messages and hit the dial back button. It should be near noon in New York, unless she had the time zones wrong, which was possible, she thought.

“That was quick,” Elaine’s sharp voice said as soon as she picked up.

“How did you know it was me?” Mia asked sleepily.

“Caller id, welcome to the twenty-first century,” Elaine said chuckling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mia said as she shook off the grogginess she was feeling.

“Any luck last night?” Elaine asked in a somewhat dreamy tone.

“She’s curled up in my bed,” Mia said happily.

“Well, you had better be ready to give her a sympathy fuck, I have some bad news for her,” 

“Do tell,” Mia said.

“I was going to let Vicky tell you, but you took so long to call back she is already enjoying her reward,”

“And that would stop her from telling me?” Mia asked.

“You know how I am with good manners. I would never let her talk with her mouth full,” Elaine said. Mia smiled, that explained her friend’s voice.

“There was a big drug bust over in Hoboken last night. Your poor secretary’s husband was arrested along with ten others,”

“That’s a shame, but I am sure he will get off lightly. He’s a first time offender and all,” Mia said, playing the game.

“Oh, I am afraid not. There is a little bitch district attorney who is out to make a name for herself. She announced to the media last night that this is a major ring and she intends to prosecute them all to the fullest extent of the law,”

“How dreadful,” Mia said smiling.

“Yes, dreadful. Your man is facing five to ten, with time off for good behavior, which I assure you he won’t get,” Elaine said. Her voice was more normal now and Mia assumed she had already cum. She never made a sound when she did, her hips just went wild. 

“Thanks, Elaine,”

“Don’t thank me, you can thank Vicky when you get back. She has always wanted a taste of your pussy. Isn’t that right, my little cunt lapper?” Elaine said condescendingly. Mia heard a muffled response.

“Ah, well she’s too busy to talk now. Anyway, go break the news to you’re little secretary and have fun,” Elaine said as she hung up.

When Mia had relieved herself and returned to the bedroom she found Heather propped up on a pillow and watching her. 

“Good morning,” Mia said with a lightness she didn’t feel. Any effects of drugs and alcohol would be gone by now and she was worried about Heather’s reaction to last night.

“Good Morning,” she said smiling softly. 

Here goes, she thought as she climbed back into bed and kissed Heather lightly on the lips. The little blonde’s arms wound around her as she started to pullback and what Mia had meant as a good morning peck became a deep soul kiss. When it broke Heather stretched languidly and smiled.

“That was some good morning,” Mia said.

“That was some I love you, last night,” Heather countered.

“I do you know?” Mia said.

“I know. I love you too. I am sorry I didn’t say it last night, but I had to think about it,’ she said awkwardly. 

“You more than made up for it this morning,” Mia said as she took Heather in her arms and the girl snuggled close. She had never felt so content, but she soon sensed something was wrong.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I was just wondering where we go from here?” Heather asked.

‘To breakfast,” Mia said and began to nibble on her ear. Heather squirmed and giggled.

“I’m serious,” she managed.

“Well, you are going to divorce that dirtbag husband of yours and move in with me and in between marathon sessions of sex, you are going back to school. I am going to have to find a new PA, because when you graduate I am making you VP of operations,”

Heather snuggled back against her and relaxed, sighing as Mia resumed nibbling on her ear and neck. 

After a while she said in a dreamy voice, “Mia, do you know any good lawyers?”

End.