4 comments/ 92339 views/ 2 favorites Awakening By: Sienna Jo looked out of her bedroom window at the pouring rain that seemed to be going on forever. It was a warm summer evening and all that she prayed for was a break in the weather, for the rain just to stop so that she could spend that evening at least riding on Michael's new motorcycle and maybe more besides. The telephone rang and she almost dived down the staircase to answer the call. It was Michael and what he told her was not what she wanted to hear. The weather was bad and he had called off their date. Jo was disappointed but knew there would be another time. Maybe Laura was free that evening? Without hesitation, Jo called her best friend and asked if she was doing anything. Laura was not just her best friend, they had both been experimenting recently with their sexuality and although Jo was still coming to terms with what they had been doing, it seemed a really nice thing at the time. "Look, Jo, I am going to this party. You can come if you like, but it might not be what you think it is." Laura explained. "No it's OK, I don't mind. Shall I call for you later and we can both go together?" "If you don't mind. Remember, you could be in for a few surprises here." Surprises were what Jo needed to break up her boredom. The only alternative was to join her parents on a family night watching television. No longer her idea of fun it seemed. If it was a party, then she needed to dress as required for there was a chance that she would meet with a really nice guy who would give her a good time, spoil her and even become good friends. Michael was lacking in his attention towards her of late and maybe it was time to call their relationship a day. Jo looked stunning in her leather mini skirt and blouse that showed her ample bosom. Her blonde hair blown in a wild but neat style and face make up that made her look as good as the models out of the pages of Cosmo magazine. For Jo, this was going to be a night that she would put all her effort into in order to have a good time, despite the rainy weather. She picked up Laura in a cab and they both made their way to the party venue across town. Laura appeared her usual self. She was pretty, but her laddish attitude toned down everything feminine about her. There was no doubt that Laura was a lesbian, but did not openly admit to being one. "Who is going to be at his party?" Jo asked. "Just a few mates of mine and some of their guests, like you." Laura replied grinning from ear to ear. "Anyone I know? Sounds as if you do have a surprise in store for me." "No. You don't know these kind of mates of mine." The cab dropped them out on the front of a big house. The two girls ran to the shelter of the canopy from the rain and Laura rang the doorbell. Then another girl who seemed to be a little drunk on something let them in. Jo was surprised how Laura was greeted. The kiss they exchanged seemed a little more intense than expected. Inside, it was obvious to Jo there were no men around. Every guest was female and all various ages. There was plenty to drink and the buffet rich with expensive food. Laura left Jo to her own devices as she clung to her mates to socialise with. Jo felt isolated, picking at the food and helping herself to drinks. Nobody seemed to bother her or talk to her, but they all seemed very friendly with each other. It was not only a surprise, but pretty boring too. "You look as if you lost a dollar and found a cent?" Jo turned to see who had just spoken to her. The girl smiled and Jo replied likewise. "It is always like this at first. Everyone mingling with regular friends." The girl explained. " my name is Helen." Jo introduced herself to the adorably beautiful Helen. "Is this what I think it is?" Jo asked. "If you were thinking on the lines of an all girl party, yes. But it isn't a pyjama party if that's what you were thinking also." Helen explained with a grin. "Don't worry, I'll look after you." The booze flowed and the music brought everyone closer together in dance. Jo was beginning to enjoy herself, especially with the sensual Helen for company. She noticed that one by one in the manner of two's the guests seemed to be leaving the main room as time passed. "Where is everyone going? Surely they are not leaving?" Jo asked. Helen danced rhythmically close to Jo most of the night, as if showing off or flirting somehow. "No they are not leaving. They are going into the rooms." Helen took Jo by the hand and led her to one of those rooms. It was dark and the lighting subdued, but Jo could see what was happening all to clearly. Naked and half-naked bodies mingled on cushions and oriental style mattresses. There was a distinctive aroma of sex in the air and Helen seemed delighted in showing Jo. "It's an orgy. Have you ever been to one before?" Jo replied with a simple shake of her head disbelief in her expression and Helen found her reaction funny to say the least. "Ok, let us see if we can perhaps make you more relaxed here." Jo watched as Helen unbuttoned her blouse for her. She gently let it drop from her arms and shoulders and stood back to admire the fullness of Jo's breast cosseted in her bra. "Think we should remove that, don't you?" Helen smiled. Jo began to feel something good about the whole thing as Helen helped her remove the rest of her garments, stripping her naked. Helen took her by the hand, walked them both gently between the bodies and introduced her to Laura who was sitting alone in a chair, totally naked with her thighs open. "You two know each other I believe." Helen said, then ran off giggling like an excited schoolgirl. Jo looked at Laura and watched on as her fingers played with her own pussy lips. "You and I have done this before." Laura spoke in almost whispering tones. Jo knelt down between Laura's open legs, taking in the scent of her pussy. "You know what to do. Good girl." Jo knew exactly what to do both by instinct and previous experience. Her tongue made circular movements around the smooth shaved mound and then joined with moist fingers, delving into the folds of inner lips as Laura widened herself. "Yes. Take my clit Jo. Take it and make me have it." Jo followed instructions, enjoying the sweetness and tang of smooth wet skin until she touched the nub of delight, half exposed from its hood. Laura let her know by making sounds that she had reached her desired target. Jo lapped slowly at first then more wildly against her, hearing her moans of ecstasy increasing by the second. Helen returned. Her delicate hands swept over the skin of Jo's buttocks and then slender fingers found their way between the dampened crease into Jo's very own private domain. "Oh yes, your friend is very very excited now." Helen said, taking her fingers from Jo and sucking them, savouring their content as Laura watched on, coming much closer to her orgasmic release. Jo could feel the warmth and taste of the impending gush of juices. Helen slowly pushed her hand into Jo, gently easing and widening her pussy until it went in all the way. Jo was almost oblivious to the fisting action she was receiving. Her senses were concentrating on Laura and her clit, rasping wildly with her tongue to bring a result that eventually came. Suddenly she could feel the fullness of Helen's hand inside her, moving in and out and her thumb touching the anus opening to increase the sensations even more. Jo soon followed with her own orgasm as Laura kissed her lips passionately. The dance of the tongues made everything so much better. Laura gently eased Helen onto a nearby mattress. Jo sat close and watched, taking in all that was happening with the others around her. Laura began to kiss Helen on the lips then moved on further over her neck and down to her breasts. She sucked and kissed each nipple into her mouth in turn, promoting the lament of ecstasy in Helen's voice that mingled with similar sounds made by others around them. A choir of moans and groans, each revealing their own appreciation of the sharing that was taking place. A hand broke Jo's attention on her shoulder. She turned to see a woman whose expression said everything that needed to be said. She wanted to make love and Jo obligingly joined her, being gently guided in what to do. The morning came. Jo had fallen into a contented sleep during the night after her experiences with a few others. She lay naked and exposed with her head resting across the breasts of another beautiful stranger. Her eyes opened, at first she wondered where she was until it all came back to her. She looked around and found that some of the guests had already left, leaving only a few exhausted bodies behind. Jo could still taste the sweetness upon her lips and fingers, remnants of the things she had done. It was a surprise in a way and Laura was so right. It was all that Jo needed to convince her of her own sexuality once and for all and now it was complete. There were no more doubts. Awakening 18-year-old Josh's mind was filled with erotic images as he slept, a strange woman knelt naked before him her mouth closed around his cock as her tongue explored the engorged and swollen purple head. He moaned in his dream and stirred in his sleep, it felt so real, he could feel the teeth brushing his cock shaft as the mouth slid up and down it. Mind fuddled with sleep he came awake, the sensations from his dream seeming to follow him. His body was caressed by cool air as he realized his bedding was pushed from his body. The warm embrace around his cock didn't vanish with his dream; opening his eyes he looked down, his breath caught in shock at the sight that greeted him. Light spread into his room from the landing, caught in the swathe of light stood his mom bent forward to lean on his bed. She was naked; her mouth closed over his erection, he felt one of her hands brush and gently squeeze his cum filled balls as her tongue bathed his swollen cock-head. Her body was rocking back and forth; her breasts brushing against his thigh while behind her stood his dad. He was also naked; his hands clasped his wife's hips as he thrust his cock into her pussy. Josh moaned in pleasure at the feel of his mom's mouth and hands as he watched his parent's fuck. He couldn't believe what was happening as he looked down to watch his cock sliding between his mom's parted lips. Laying his head back down he closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure, reaching down his pushed his hands into his mom's long hair and lifted his hips to drive his cock deep into her wet and willing mouth. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching as his cock-head pushed against his mom's throat. "O fuck I'm cuming, o god yes cuming cummmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggg" He pushed his mom's head tight into his crotch as he felt his hot jism shoot into her throat. Blast after blast flooded into her mouth to be swallowed, he felt his mom's hand squeeze his balls as though trying to force every drop of sperm from them. As his orgasm subsided he relaxed, the mouth and tongue sucking and licking his cock clean. Finally his softening cock was released and he felt sleep once more overcome him, as he drifted off he heard the cries of pleasure as his parents orgasmed. Josh awoke the next morning to the smell of frying bacon wafting up from the kitchen, as he came fully awake he remembered what had happened in the night. He shook his head, it must have been a dream, it couldn't have really happened. Climbing from his bed Josh looked around for evidence that what he'd dreamed had really happened, but there was nothing to see. "Josh, breakfast's ready" his mom shouted up to him. Grabbing his robe he carried it as he headed naked to the bathroom, dropping his robe he stood to piss before getting washed and cleaning his teeth. Pulling the robe on he headed downstairs to the kitchen. His mom stood by the cooker piling bacon, sausage and eggs onto three plates, she was wearing a short flimsy nightdress and as she turned towards him he was shocked to see it was almost transparent. Through the filmy garment he could see the outline of her nipples and the shadow of her pubic hair. "Good morning honey," she said as she placed two of the plates onto the table before brushing her lips over his, "Did you sleep well?" "Um yes pretty good thanks mom" He tried not to stare as she turned away, he watched as she flicked her hips, the nightdress lifting to offer him a view of her naked buttocks. Quickly he sat down hiding his rapidly growing erection beneath the table. "Where's dad?" "He's about somewhere, David breakfast" "Good morning baby," said David as he walked into the kitchen, stepping up to his wife he kissed her from behind. Josh blushed as he saw his dad's hands move up to cup and fondle his mom's breasts; the sight did little to cool his erection, which tented his robe beneath the table. As his parents sat down he moved his chair further under the table, as he did he felt the cool air caress his hard cock as the robe fell from it. Embarrassed he tried to concentrate on his breakfast as his parent's talked and his cock throbbed with his arousal. His cock refused to soften; even when he pushed his empty plate away it still throbbed with desire. The sight of his scantily clad mom did little to help his situation, her breast jiggled as she moved and when she reached for the coffee pot he caught a glimpse of her naked breasts through the side of the nightdress she wore. He sat there as breakfast was finished; his dad stood up and smiled, "Help your mom tidy up sport I've got to get dressed" Alone with his mom he tried not to think of her lips wrapped around his cock, 'had it been a dream or not' he just wasn't sure, 'Were his parent's acting differently or was it his imagination, sure his mom was wearing a nightdress, but it wasn't the first time she'd worn one to make breakfast. It was rather shorter and a lot more skimpy than normal'. "Come on stop daydreaming" Josh stood quickly and suddenly blushed as he realised his erect cock was sticking from his robe; quickly he covered it before looking at his mom. She was kneeling by the open dishwasher, "Pass me the pots and I'll put them in" Pilling up the dirty plates he carried them over to his mom, as she piled them in the dishwasher he tidied the table before carrying the dirty cups to her. She placed them in the washer and closed the door; still kneeling she turned to look at Josh and smiled. "Now let's see if we can't do something about this" As she spoke she reached up and pushed his robe open to expose his erect cock; Josh stood there watching in wonder as his mom licked his exposed cock-head before allowing it to slip between her parted lips. "Mom what ….. O god that feels so good" Kathy smiled up at her son, her lips distorted by his cock; as she licked and sucked it she slid a hand between her parted thighs to brush over her pussy that was becoming wet with her arousal. Josh allowed his robe to fall to the floor so that he stood naked in the kitchen, he now knew it hadn't been a dream, reaching down he pushed his hands through his mom's hair. Suddenly she released his cock, allowing it to slap against his stomach as she stood and in one quick movement removed her nightdress. Josh gazed in wonder at his mom's naked body, her large breasts hanging free, topped with hard erect nipples, his eyes travelled down her body taking in the firm trim stomach before reaching her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She grabbed his hand and led him over to the table, as he watched she perched on the end of the table with her legs spread. Gently she pushed him to his knees and for the first time he found himself gazing at him mom's aroused cunt. He nostrils filled with the musky odour of her arousal and tentatively he lent forward and brushed his tongue over her swollen labia. "O god that's it honey show mommy how good a cunt licker you are" His ears filled with her moans of pleasure as he eased her pussy lips apart with his fingers before pushing his tongue into her cuntal opening. He savoured the taste of her pussy that was soon dripping with the juices of her pleasure. Hands guided his mouth to the erect clitoris that pushed from its fleshy folds. Josh lapped his mom's clitoris with his tongue before drawing it in between his lips as he pushed a finger into her fuck tunnel. His ears were filled with her moans and cries of pleasure as he licked and fingered her pussy and clit. Hands held his face tight against his mom's pussy as her hips jerked and she groaned and cried. He felt her body shake and withdrawing his fingers he closed his mouth over her cuntal opening and pushed his tongue into her like a small cock. Moments later she orgasmed flooding his mouth with her juices. He continued to lap at the juices that flowed from her pussy until her orgasm had passed; standing up he looked down at the naked, flushed body of his mom. Crouching slightly he rubbed his swollen cock-head over her dripping pussy until it glistened with her juices and then he slowly pushed the head into her cuntal opening. Kathy sat up as she felt her son's cock push into her pussy; wrapping her arms and legs around his muscular body she drew his cock deep into her womb. Josh groaned in pleasure as his cock sank deep into his mom's cunt, his moans were cut off by her mouth, which closed over his, her tongue exploring his mouth and brushing over his. They kissed deeply, bodies pressed tight together as their hips moved driving hard cock into willing hot pussy. The table rocked as their movements became faster and more frenzied as they drove each other towards orgasm. "O fuck mom, o shit that feels so good mom. O god I'm gonna cum mom, I'm cuming o fuck yes yes yeeeeesssssssssssssssss" Josh grabbed his mom's hips and plunged his cock deep into her womb as he felt his hot sperm flood into her in spurt after spurt. The feel of her son's pulsing cock pumping his sperm into her pushed Kathy over into her second orgasm and she screamed allowed her pleasure. Mother and son held each other as their orgasms rocked through them in earth shaking wave after wave of pleasure. Finally they relaxed; kissing gently as they recovered from their passion, as they pulled apart they were greeted by the sound of applause from the doorway. Josh wasn't sure at first what to do when he realised that his dad had watched him make love to his mom. However the sight of his dad standing naked in the doorway with his cock standing hard and erect from his hairy crotch wiped any fears from his mind before they could form. "The bed's a lot more comfy than that table," said David "Mmm that sounds like a good idea, hope neither of you had plans for today," Kathy said with a smile. Standing she took her son and husband's hands and led them from the kitchen and up to the master bedroom. The End Awakening I'm lying in bed, just stirring, feeling the cool wash of predawn air from the open window over my bare skin. My brow furrows a little as I realize the sheet has been removed. I then relax and smile to myself...I hear your gentle footfall and the tiniest little creak from the doorframe. I know where the sheet has gone now... I remain where I am, half curled on my stomach and side, pretending to still sleep. The blue light that fills the room is a reflection of the slowly lightening sky, translucent violet light, dark yet revealing. I can feel it on my eyelids, along with the chill air. My skin tightens in anticipation as much as from the cool breeze. I feel the mattress give behind and beside me as you kneel on the bed, leaning over me. The heat from your bare chest is palpable. You lean so close that the hair there just brushes my skin, causing it to tingle and my nipples to tighten at the subtly erotic sensation. I shift, tucking my hand under my chin, still trying to maintain my sleeping presence. Your small, quiet laugh, almost a breath, lets me know that you don't believe it. You know very well that I'm awake, but you're willing to play along. You tuck my hair behind my ear from where it has fallen across my cheek and eye, and your fingers slide downward with the motion, trailing along the edge of my neck, over my shoulder and down across my ribs. Small waves of gooseflesh move outward from your touch and it's all I can do not to twitch suddenly. You lean even closer and I can feel your warm, gentle breath stirring the short hair at my nape, and the touch of your lips there is almost imperceptible. But my nerves are stretched taut and I feel it, and my entire scalp tightens in response to your kiss. Your finger has wandered over my hip even as your lips nibble over and down the side of my neck, and you bury your mouth against the pulse hammering slowly along my throat. I suddenly feel a rush of arousal as well as a drop into sensuous dreaminess. I feel drowsy and surreally aware of what is happening, almost disconnected. I wait in suspended silence and stillness for your next touch. Your mouth brushes across my ear, exhaling slowly and gently. Your wandering hand has gone down the length of my thigh, pausing before beginning the slow journey back up, dipping forward to slide over my abdomen, and swirling gently around my navel in an slowly shrinking spiral. Your tongue delicately traces the outermost edge of my ear, pausing on the lobe to pull it into your mouth and suck on it gently. When your finger touches my navel, you place your palm flat against it, sliding your strong hand up my belly, nestling it for a moment beneath my full breasts where they are gathered up against my chest. I sigh, now no longer really pretending my dreamy state. I lean back toward you, my shoulder pressing against your chest, my delectable breasts with their stiff nipples offered up, ripe for your caresses. You don't let the offer pass, dropping delicate little kisses like snowflakes on my eyes, nose, cheeks and forehead as your hand cups my breast, squeezing slightly. I exhale softly, my breathing deeper and slower, and turn my head even more slightly, hoping your rain of kisses will quench the drought at my mouth. You studiously avoid my lips, which are full and moist, tempting you. You pinch my nipple between thumb and forefinger, slowly applying increasing pressure. After a moment I can maintain my stately distance no longer... I frown slightly in frustration, gasping, turning my head so that my mouth catches yours. Your tongue immediately plunges into my mouth, all pretense at delicate kisses shattered. Your other hand comes from the mattress beneath you where you were leaning on it to tangle in my hair, pulling my mouth closer as you plunder it's depths. Your fingers on my breast are becoming slightly cruel, but my arousal is increasing in direct proportion to the fierce pressure of your touch. The room, which has been full of the scent of rain-washed streets from the open window, and rich vanilla from the cold candles arranged on the windowsill is now beginning to fill with another scent entirely. A sweet, musky aroma, vaguely salty. It is my pussy, slowly swelling and filling with nectar, responding instinctively to the mastery in your touch. I reach up to slide a hand into your hair, my hips rising slightly from the mattress in an entirely involuntary response. Your hand strokes down my belly, brushing past the downy hair of my mound, teasing as you trail your fingers over my parted thighs. Dreamy images are passing before my eyes, surreal glyphs of light and colour. My mind is focusing sharply on each touch, each stroke, translating each sensation into an image. I imagine that the glyphs are slowly forming into the pads of your fingers, each swirling whorl a line in the complex pattern of your fingerprint, as clear as crystal, as large as hills rolling away toward the horizon. For some reason the smell of my arousal reminds me of the sea, and I think of the ocean, teeming with life. You finger slips in between my thighs, delicately tracing the swollen lips of my pussy, gathering the moisture that has collected on the fine hair there like dew. The long, slow strokes bring you closer and closer to the delicate heart of my flower, slowly parting the petal like folds of flesh that hide that warm fleshy diamond. The moisture drenching me makes it easy to slide my lips apart, to stroke the hood of my clitoris until it slowly slides back, the engorged little jewel standing flush and rosy in the cool air. Your mouth leaves mine, fastening on my breast and my tightly puckered nipple. You pull it into your mouth, tugging hard on it, sucking deeply with each careful stroke of your fingertip over my hard little clit. I gasp, hands clutching your hair, hips shoving against your hand, wanting more, wanting to be filled. My juices are pouring out of my pussy, creamy and sweet, and the smell is spreading around us like clouds of insence. It's like a dam has cracked, and the first trickle has become a strong and steady stream. It's only a matter of time before the dam breaks...I can see my pussy like a weir or a gate, and through it is flowing this amazing river caused by your touch. It's like a fertile flood...I can see all the forms of creation there in that flood, all the forms of possibility contained in that river. And there you are, swimming in it, luxuriating in it. Your hand slips down, your middle finger sliding along just inside my slit, and you gently slip it into my tight hole, and I gasp and shove against you. Your press your finger all the way in, your thumb coming to rest with unerring precision on my clit. I moan softly, pulling you back up by the hair to press my hungry lips to yours. You growl a laugh deep in your throat, rolling me backwards so that you can slide over across me, pressing me down into the mattress. My legs are spread wide, and you tuck one of yours over my knee so I can't close them again. You slip a second finger into my pussy, your lips kissing a trail down my neck. You press your mouth to the thundering pulse at the side of my neck, and sink your teeth into my throat as you suddenly pull your fingers back and thrust them into my pussy with erotic force. I give a short, sharp cry, my voice rising briefly in the cool dark of the morning. My nails sink into your shoulders, and they unclench as you pull your teeth back, soothing the spot with a soft kiss. I'm panting, a slight film of perspiration gleaming all over my body, making my pale flesh milky in the light that is slowly turning from blue to rose-edged violet. I can feel your erection pressing into my hip. Your turgid length rubs against me as you grind your hips agaist me briefly. I want desperately to feel it inside me, but I know to demand it now is futile. You will take me, give it to me, when you're ready, and only then. You are fucking me with your hand, slow hard strokes, just the way you know I like it, and I'm surging against you, mad with desire. You break off from kissing me, and kneel up above me, pulling your hand out of my cunt. I look up at you, lips swollen and bruised, eyes wide and dark, hungry and desperate. You take your sticky fingers and stroke my cum over my parted lips like a gloss. Your other hand is slowly stroking your thick cock, rubbing the tiny silver drop of precum over the head. You push my legs further apart, kneeling between them. You lean down, and take my mouth with yours, licking at my lips, tasting my cum. Your tongue weaves slowly in and out of my mouth, waltzing with mine, sending me dizzy with desire. You pull away and lean down, sliding your hands under me, gripping my ass in your palms. You pull me up toward you, kissing my mound, then slowly opening your mouth, closing it over me completely, breathing hotly on the wet flesh. Then your tongue comes out and gives me a broad, flat stroke, from the bottom of my hole all the way to my painfully swollen clit. I moan, clutching the tangled sheets. You shake your head a little, left to right, burying your mouth deep inside my pussy, your lips closing tightly over my hard clit. To be continued... Awakening You arrive home after a long commute and even longer day at work. The apartment is empty and the silence envelops you like a soothing balm. You mix yourself a drink, turn the radio on low and start the shower. As you stand there with the water pulsating against your shoulders and back, the tension begins to leave your body and you finally relax. You step from the shower and, wrapping a towel around your waist, you make your way from the bathroom running your fingers through your hair and tossing glistening droplets of water on your way. Downing your drink in one last swallow, you wander to the bedroom. You still have time to kill and the bed looks inviting. You let the towel drop to the floor and sprawl atop the coverlet, face down, intending only to let the final bit of tension drain from your limbs. You slowly awaken to the soft breath traveling from your heel to the back of your knee. The warm air disappears briefly where gentle kisses remain. Fearing this exquisite feeling will dissolve, you lie still as if still sleeping, although your breathing has become somewhat erratic. The soft kisses give way to the tip of a tongue creating a swirling pattern at the sensitive area behind your knee. You feel yourself begin to respond to these gentle ministrations to your flesh. You sense movement upwards, the mouth slipping away from your leg only to connect with the base of your spine. It is all you can do to remain still. By now your erection has grown and you are beginning to ache for release. And yet the slow sensuous torture that you are being subjected to continues. As the moist lips and tongue caress the indentation in your lower back, you feel a nipple graze your cheek. It continues to tantalizingly drag across your skin as the mouth, ever moving, continues its path up to kiss your shoulder blade and nuzzle at your neck. You feel the teeth nibble at your earlobe and, being able to bear no more, you turn over, exposing your desire for the nymph who has aroused you to this state. You look into the smoldering eyes and gently reach for her. But she is gone again, moving down your chest, drawing your nipples, first one, then the other into her lips, swirling her tongue around the now hardened tips. The journey continues down your taught abdomen where she slips her tongue into your navel. It is all but your undoing as your fists clench at your sides. You are so engorged that it is painful to hold back, but it is such a sweet pain to endure. She moves yet lower, to your inner thighs where she nips at the sensitive skin there. When she finally takes you in her mouth, it is like butterfly wings on your flesh. You have reached the point of no return. You try to hold on to the edge of the abyss, torn between continuing the ecstasy and giving in to the fall. Her mouth becomes stronger, more demanding until you lose your grip. You begin the decent, your eyes closed. You feel as though the spasms begin at your feet, travel through your whole body and will never end. You cry out with pleasure and reach for her head to convince yourself that it is not a dream. The silky strands of hair slip through your fingers. Afterwards, the eruptions begin to subside and your pulse returns to a somewhat more normal pace. She continues to bathe your now semi erect member with her tongue and much to your surprise, you feel the stirrings of arousal once more. You reach down to draw her up to you, straddling her across your chest. From here, you view her glowing skin as she rests her moistness against the hair on your chest. You reach forward with one hand and gently insert your index finger into her juices, withdraw and taste the nectar. Smiling roguishly, you grasp her bottom and slide her closer so you can drink from the source of her ambrosia. Holding her firmly in place, your tongue snakes out to tease her clit. You are as lost in the dance as she and as you continue to wreaked havoc on her senses, your hands move of their own volition to her breasts. You tug at the firm nipples and caress the firm orbs all the while darting in and out of her pussy at a torrid pace. You feel her orgasm build and watch in amazement as she throws back her head and moans. Her face has become flushed and the passion makes her only more beautiful. You replace your tongue with your fingers so that you can witness the feelings fleeting across her angelic face. You feel the muscles gripping your fingers as the convulsions diminish and as you slide your fingers out she moves back down and collapses against your chest. You slowly caress her smooth skin, now covered with the sheen of your joined pleasure, and raise her chin so that her face is level with yours. You gently kiss her eyelids, her cheeks and finally her mouth. You trace her lips with your tongue and the tastes mingle. The combination of her perfume, her hair and the smell of you on her is intoxicating. The moment lingers and as if in slow motion the passion again arises as she mounts you, now ready once again, and begins to ride you in a slow methodical rhythm. You watch her as she becomes engrossed in the feelings that are being evoked by the slow stroking within her. Her hands rise to cup her breasts with her thumbs massaging her nipples. The sight of her with her head thrown back, her back arched and her hands roaming over her body pushes you over the edge and you feel yourself explode once again, this time simultaneous with the spasms that wrack her body. After what seems like an eternity your breathing becomes less laboured and she has melted into your arms where she is now breathing softly and you realize that she has fallen asleep. Awakening Consciousness came to Dave like a butterfly approaching a cluster of flowers. Small gentle kisses promenaded along his back, at the same time he was aware of a hand exploring through the hair on his chest. Cautiously he opened his eyes to the velvety darkness of the bedroom; the only thing he could see was the fiery red numbers on the clock radio burning 3:28 into his retina. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of lips and hand travel over his body awakening his senses, arousing his desire. The cotton sheets felt cool against his skin as the kisses traveled down to the small of his back and fingers circled and teased his right nipple. Then the kisses sauntered up his back as the hand wandered down his chest and stomach. As the mouth reached his back between his shoulders the hand passed over his navel and continued south. Lips inched up his shoulder blade as a palm warmly pressed on his belly its fingers stretching into his dense curly pubic hair. The room remained dark and cool, but Dave could feel his temperature rising. The only sounds he could hear were the kisses and his own deep breaths. Finger tips burrowed through the dense forest of hair to touch the root of Dave's swelling cock. His breathing quickened as the hand grasped its base and stroked up its shaft to its tip. It continued to lightly stroke his shaft, up and done, drawing out drops of precum, smearing them around its head and teasing its precious little lips. Dave's heart beat loudly in his ears and he rolled over onto his back. He could just make out the outline of his wife, Jean, rising over his body. Jean lowered her mouth to Dave's nipple and teased it with your tongue. Feeling like a bolt of electricity shot through his body, he moan at the sharp intensity . Jean gripped his manhood tightly and sucked harder on his nipple. He groaned as the pleasure surged through his body. Jean shifted her weigh, easing her leg over Dave's abdomen. He felt the moist warmth of her crotch on her stomach. Slowly down onto his thick member she eased her wet pussy. Its warmth enveloped the head of Dave's penis. She paused and held its glans just inside her warm pussy. She arched her back to tease its head at the entrance to bliss. The slowly she relaxed and descended onto his tower. He groaned as she slid down his shaft, covering in in warmth and firmly griping it. When her crotch came to rest on his hips, Jean began to rock back and forth, riding him, her hands placed on his chest, teasing his nipples and kneading his pectorals. Dave's hands explored her body too. They moved over her back and gripped her hips. His own hips thrust upwards to press into hers. He lifted his head to take one of her breasts into his mouth. Jean gasped as he sucked her nipple in and his tongue danced over it. The taste of your wonderful skin lingered on his tongue and Dave pressed his hips up to into hers, penetrating her deeply. She rocked on his hard cock and smiled, filled with pleasure. Dave pushed himself up to a sitting position and Jean shifted again and crossed her legs behind his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. His eyes were becoming accustom to the dim light and he could see Jean's eyes looking into his. She was holding the image of his face, rolling it over in her mind like she might roll ben-wa balls in the palm of her hand, enjoying every twitch of pleasure and expression of joy on his face. She reveled this moment, in the now, knowing that while their head's were nearly level , that she was in control, she was master of this spell, the giver and taker of delight. She rocked him deeper and Dave could only close his eyes and growl. He leaned forward into her hair. Breathing deep he smelled her fragrance, the sweat beading on her skin, her shampoo, her perfume. Her skin was salty sweet as he licked and kissed behind her ear. Holding each other tightly, Dave could feel Jean's breasts pressed against his chest. The only sounds were their breathing, matched as if conducted by a higher power, and the rustle of the crisp clean cotton sheets as Jean oscillated slowly back and forth grinding her hips into his. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held his head relishing the plush touch of his lips on her neck. The feeling of their limbs intertwined, their skin touching, his hardness filling her completely in her most sensitive place was powerful, it was primal and it made her body glow and move and hum with pleasure. Dave shifted his weight again moving upwards and forward, he crossed his legs under himself driving as deeply as possible. He held her in his arms as he continued forward putting her down on her back and his crossed legs sliding under himself and straightening behind him. Her head dangled at the edge of the bead, her hair swung freely in the dark space below. Jean wrapped her legs around his back and hung on for the ride. Their bodies fit tightly together, thrusting and rutting Dave pulled on her hair as Jean bit her lip to keep from screaming. With each thrust Jean gasped and her vaginal muscle squeezed and milked his man root. Harder and harder he plunged his cock deep into her. Her juices flowed, making a shimmering path down between her butt cheeks and the sounds of their sweaty bodies slapping together, mixed with their moans. Their banging hips crescendoed as they were pushed to the brink of ecstasy. Jean cried out and dug her finger nails into his shoulder and felt goosebumps forming. Dave cried out in excitement, he could feel his cum spew from deep within himself into her most sacred place. Their bodies shuttered and quivered together in mutual rapture. They held on another, exhausted and shaking on the damp sheets. Lightly fondling Jean's breasts, Dave asked, “You sure woke me up, my Love. Did you want something?” “Yes Darlin, I wanted you to slake my ravenous thirst.” “I'll be your goblet anytime.” “Okay, 4:30” Awakening Stephanie met her lover through one of those services that provided a means for men and women to meet on-line, and, potentially arrange intimate encounters in real time. The spice in her marriage had long since lost its zest and her body and mind ached for intimacy. Over the course of a month she chatted with a number of men, but none had seemed quite right. Either they were only interested in sex, or they were dull and uninspiring. Stephanie was picky. She didn't want to hook up with just any guy just to scratch her sexual itch. She wanted someone smart and funny, someone that she could talk to before and afterwards. Despite great trepidation, she finally agreed to meet a man just a little older than herself. Over coffee she decided that he might be the right guy. Married and in a similar situation, her soon-to-be lover could make her laugh, and when his hand touched hers in their first conversation, she knew that he was what she was she had in mind from the beginning. Because this was her first affair, she was very nervous. Nervous, yet excited. Only some kissing and hand-holding occurred during that first encounter as her lover was very careful not to rush Stephanie into something she wasn't ready for. Each meeting progressed a little farther until ultimately she found herself lying naked in bed, moaning in ecstasy as her lover's tongue explored the depth of her pussy. It had been so long since a man had done that to her that she nearly fainted as the pleasure washed over her. And that was just the beginning. Each meeting brought new pleasures to Stephanie. Her innate shyness was slowly being overwhelmed by the new sense of erotic adventure she was feeling. Desires hidden deep inside started bubbling up to the surface: how she wanted to make love under the stars or how she wanted to experience the touch of another woman, any number of exciting new experiences. One day her lover arrived to meet her with a surprise. As she looked over his shoulder to his car, she saw a woman sitting in the passenger seat, a younger woman, very comely, with flaming red hair. Seeing her inquisitive look, her lover explained that this was Sandy and asked if it would be okay if Sandy joined them for coffee. Stephanie was a little upset that her lover hadn't asked her about this before bringing along another woman, but as she looked past him to the woman sitting there, she couldn't help but be attracted to the idea. She gave her lover a little punch in the arm but agreed to coffee with Sandy. As they sat and chatted in the coffee shop, Stephanie couldn't take her eyes off this new woman. She knew that her lover had other woman, but she never really expected to meet one. Sandy sat on the opposite side of the table from them and Stephanie marveled at how vibrant and alive and confident she seemed. Her lover and Sandy did most of the chatting. Stephanie mostly sat there observing and trying to curb the growing excitement she was feeling inside herself. She was most definitely attracted to this sexy redhead. After coffee, Sandy invited them both back to her apartment, which was only a short distance away. "Oh my god," Stephanie thought to herself, "she lives so close. Why haven't I seen her around before?" Sandy had a nice apartment, perfect for a single woman. Once inside, Sandy asked Stephanie's lover where the wine was. Cursing under his breath, her lover admitted his forgetfulness and left to go buy a bottle. Directing Stephanie to the sofa, Sandy sat down beside her, so close that Stephanie's heart began beating, beating so hard that she was sure that Sandy could hear it pounding. Sandy was telling Stephanie about some adventure she had at the local mall, but Stephanie didn't catch most of the story, she was trying so hard not to betray her attraction for the woman. While emphasizing some aspect of the story, Sandy touched Stephanie's leg lightly, causing Stephanie to nearly swoon with pleasure. She quickly tried to compose herself again, but Sandy simply smiled and touched Stephanie's cheek. Frozen to her spot on the sofa, Stephanie watched Sandy lean forward and felt Sandy's lips press against her own. Moaning audibly, Stephanie fell back against the sofa, and Sandy tumbled along with her, kissing her more passionately. Pulling back, Sandy looked into Stephanie's eyes. After a moment Sandy started giggling as she began unbuttoning the buttons on Stephanie's blouse. Her nipples stiff with excitement, Stephanie lay back and let Sandy undress her. Soon she was naked on the sofa and Sandy was kissing her full breasts, taking each nipple in her mouth and sucking it gently before switching to the other. As she continued kissing between Stephanie's breasts and down to her navel, Sandy's hands were exploring Stephanie's lower regions, delighting in the discovery that Stephanie's pussy was clearly and completely wet. Laughing softly, Sandy leaned back and then stood up and began undressing, slowly and seductively, torturing Stephanie as she revealed first her breasts and then the rest of her body. Stephanie reached up to touch Sandy, but Sandy quickly pushed Steph's hands back. With Stephanie slouched in the corner of the sofa, Sandy dropped to her knees and gently pushed Stephanie's thighs apart. Her heart pounding, Stephanie gasped for air as she felt the electric shock of Sandy's tongue as it swirled around her clit. A wave of orgasm seared through Stephanie and she cried out in pleasure, the pleasure of a fantasy come true. Sandy kept her mouth on Stephanie's pussy, probing her and there with a finger, licking deeply, fast then slow, lightly then harder until Stephanie erupted a second time. Getting up and sitting in the opposite corner, Sandy reached for Stephanie's arm and pulled her up. Spreading her legs to give Stephanie a good view of her wet pussy, Sandy's eyes said everything. It was now Steph's turn. Again, Stephanie's heart raced. Sandy's pussy looked so inviting, she couldn't resist. Leaning forward, Stephanie pushed out her tongue and touched it to Sandy's clit, closing her eyes in the process. At this Sandy moaned loudly and that drove Stephanie wild. She grabbed on to Sandy's hips and began licking for all she was worth. "Oh my god," she thought to herself, "I'm eating a woman's pussy, and I'm loving it". Her frenzied licking soon had Sandy cumming wildly, Sandy's thighs squeezing Stephanie's head, her hands pulling Stephanie's head in more closely. "Well, I see you two are getting aquainted," laughed Stephanie's lover upon entering the room. Putting down the wine bottle, he began to undress, seeing that his plan was working to perfection, and not being able to wait to join in on the fun. He moved behind Steph's raised ass, totally taken over by lust. As Stephanie continued to lick Sandy's swollen clit, she felt her lover's hands on her ass. A shiver of excitement coursed through her body as she felt his hot tongue on her own clit. Crying out as his tongue plunged deep inside her soaking pussy, Stephanie had to stop licking for a moment, the pleasure was so great. As her lover's tongue moved through her pussy and up to her ass, she recovered enough to again devote her attention to Sandy, who was moaning like a banshee on the couch before her. As she felt 2 probing fingers in her pussy, Stephanie again gasped from pleasure. Her lover's deft fingers curled downward toward her g-spot and wiggled just right, making her cum hard and deep. At this precise moment, Sandy again began climaxing, the wetness of Sandy's pussy engulfing Stephanie's mouth just as her own juices bathed her lover's fingers. The sight and sounds of the 2 women cumming was too much for the man to bear. Pulling himself up behind Stephanie, he grabbed her hips and pressed his hard cock into her gaping and willing pussy. Stephanie's nipples stiffened when she felt the hardness pushing against her and she cried out as she felt her lover slip deep inside her. As he began pumping into her, Sandy pulled Stephanie's head down once again and wrapped her bare feet around Stephanie's shoulders, bringing Steph's attention back to her still aching pussy. Stephanie was in heaven. She loved the feel of a hard cock plunging into her. Each stroke satisfied her sexual desire, but at the same time made her want more. She loved the fragrance of Sandy's pussy, the feeling of the wetness there and the pungent taste. It was all she had ever imagined it would be. The pleasure deep inside Stephanie began to grow with each stroke of her lover's cock. Sandy's moans excited her beyond belief. As her climax approached, Stephanie thought she would lose consciousness, so much was her pleasure. Finally, she felt her lover plunge in deeply and his body and cock stiffened as he began to cum. This final pressure put Stephanie over the edge and she, too, erupted in orgasm, her juices mixing with her lover's cum. Collapsing in a pile on top of Sandy, they all giggled. "Oh my god," said Stephanie, "I never dreamed sex could be such fun!" and they all laughed again. "So this is what it is like to have 2 people at the same time," she thought to herself. Never had her body enjoyed such attention and such pleasure. The next several hours were spent in all the various permutations and combinations of love-making. Stephanie watched as her lover fucked her new friend and she even leaned in and licked his cock as it went in and out of Sandy's pussy, getting a taste of both of them, their juices, and her own intermingled with theirs. She felt the pleasure of laying back and letting Sandy please her orally while her lover straddled her breasts and offered his cock for her to suck. The feeling of being eaten by a sexy woman and sucking a man's cock at the same time gave Stephanie some very intense orgasms. All these combinations were so very hot and sexy, but Stephanie's favorite, the one that gave her the deepest, longest, most consuming orgasms, was when Sandy and her lover took turns eating her pussy. First feeling one tongue in her and then quickly followed by another sent shudders through her body. Over and over again she came as the 2 of them licked and fingered her, almost fighting over her. She liked it when she felt them kissing between her legs, one breaking off the kiss and then getting a nice deep lick of her pussy, then kissing again and then the other doing the same. Stephanie's legs were spread far apart as her 2 lovers licked her at the same time, one sucking her clit, the other probing her lower pussy with their tongue, or pulling on her pussy lips with their teeth. Finally, after several hours of ecstasy, they kissed Sandy goodbye and her lover took her home. He kissed her in the car before she got out and went into her house. "How can I wait until next week when we all meet again?" she thought to herself. Opening the door to her house, she re-entered her real life, but her mind was still in the sexy fantasy life she had just discovered. Awakening The tension had been building up for weeks; he could barely stand it, and had given up on sleep entirely. Every night he would lie next to her, unable to ignore this angel that had somehow fallen into his life. He wanted her always, wanted to touch her dark hair, feel her smooth skin against his own rough hands, even listen to her breathe quietly as she slept beside him. She was indeed lovely, the kind of woman who could walk into a room and turn heads, who looked remarkable in a simple tee shirt and no makeup. He had thought his life would be perfect once she was a part of it. At first the sex was amazing. Every night they were in each other's arms. They would make love for hours, she would scream and moan and finally her orgasm would rush from every part of her body, soaking his cock when it was buried inside her. She was the woman who had taught him the difference between simple cumming and an orgasm, driving his body to near insanity some nights with her expert touch and sensual mouth. But that was all before she had been the victim of medical problems and a couple of minor surgeries. It had taken something out of her, her drive, her motivation, the sparkle in her eyes. On the rare occasions she granted him sex, it was mechanical and she seemed happy to role away from him when it was done. He tried so hard to be patient. He was a good and unselfish man, and his love for her was too deep to let sex problems come between them. But as the days rolled by his patience wore thin. She didn't try to, but her body unintentionally teased him at every turn. Casual movements like the arching of her back could make him nearly lose control. The rare sex was slowly ebbing into nonexistence and he didn't want to cheat. But what could he do? He began to believe something other then her medical condition could be the problem. Maybe he needed to push the issue, not take no for an answer. After all, she had always said she loved him because of his strength and determination. So he developed a plan. It was risky, but he had no idea how else to help her enjoy life and crave sex again One night he watched her lying across from him and knew she was not yet asleep. He moved next to her and slowly began to kiss her. She returned his affection almost as if it were out of politeness. He moved his arm underneath her and kissed her harder and deeper then before. She began to pull away, tried to role over. "Honey, not tonight, I'm tired..." He didn't let her finish, continuing to kiss her and moving his free hand to caress her shoulder. She pushed away harder and glared at him with an irritated frown. "I said NO!" She told him, obviously annoyed at his persistence. He looked her straight in the eye. Months of frustration had built up inside him. Without thinking, he reached over and slapped her face. He knew he hadn't hurt her, just gotten her attention. She opened her mouth to say something, but he didn't give her time. He had started this, might as well see it through. He quickly moved on top of her, grabbing her hands in one of his and the hair at the nape of her neck with the other. "Listen, I don't know why you're like this, but it's fucking killing me. Whatever I have to do tonight, you WILL enjoy this. Understand?" He watched her face and saw anger in her eyes. But was there also a little excitement and curiosity in her expression? Before she could answer him he began kissing her face again, letting go of her hands. Instead of fighting him, she let her arms lie at her sides. Good, he thought, she's at least willing to try. He began to kiss her chin, moving down to her slender neck. He nibbled around her neck and collarbone, which sent little shivers through her. She moaned ever so softly, enjoying this new sensation. He had never been at all rough with her before, but maybe this was what they had been missing. He moved down her body giving every inch attention. He cupped her firm breast in his hand and admired it. Just a little more then a handful, perfect, round, just slightly upturned. He sucked one small pink nipple, biting and teasing it till it was rock hard. He reached over to her other breast and began to caress it. His rough hand felt good rubbing against her supple skin. Suddenly he took her nipple between his fingers and pinched it hard, giving it a slight twist. "Aaaahhhhh, no that hurts-ooooh, wait, oh, my God!" she was unaccustomed to the rough treatment, why could she feel herself getting wet from the attention her lover gave both her breasts? She loved the feel of his mouth and his hand. Without knowing it, she began arching her body towards his. He left her breasts to continue down her torso, using the same biting and kissing technique she seemed to love. She moved against him, her excitement making her body more and more demanding of him. Her arms encircled his back and she began to slowly run her nails up and down his spine. At first she was gentle, unsure of her lover's response. But as his bites became harder, so did her scratches. They both reveled in the teasing they inflicted upon one another. Then he sat up. She was surprised, because he had almost reached her pussy. She longed to feel his tongue around her clit, but he had other intentions. He turned her onto her stomach and sat on top of her legs. "What are you doing?" she asked him. "Well," he explained, "since you seem to like it this way, I'm just giving you what you want." Without warning, he gave her ass a powerful slap. She barely had time to gasp before his hand came down again, this time on the other side of her ass, making it burn. She thought she ought to be angry and turned off, but she knew her pussy was soaked and she felt like she was about to go wild. "What's that sweetheart?" she purred. "Are you trying to tickle me?" He spanked her harder and harder, watching her writhe underneath him. He was amazed at how turned on they both were. As he slapped her again and again, her ass cheeks turned bright red. She clenched the pillow with both of her hands, clawing at it as if she meant to tear it apart. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore. He had to be inside her. He spread her legs apart and pulled her stinging ass into the air. He was rock hard, and it was no trouble to slide into her dripping cunt from behind. She buried her face in the pillow as her screams poured out. He pumped her pussy as hard as he could, holding nothing back. His cock was all the way inside, filling up her tight hole. She came immediately when she felt his balls against her clit. But he knew it took more then one orgasm to satisfy her and he wasn't nearly finished. He pulled out of her and turned her onto her back. Without being asked, she guided him towards her mouth so she could suck the juices off of his cock. Her mouth was hot and she sucked it so well, he had to fight not to cum. He didn't want to deprive her of more fun. He laid her body down on her back and plunged inside of her again. She was so hungry for his thick cock that wrapped her legs around his back. On impulse he put them over his shoulders, allowing him further inside her then ever before. "Oh, yes, oh, god YES!!! I fucking love you baby!" she yelled as she came twice in a row. "I love you too!" he panted, barely able to speak. He was so close to cumming, he was shaking trying to hold it back. Finally, he let go, releasing the best orgasm he'd ever had into the best woman he'd ever made love to. The collapsed in each other's arms as the aftershocks of the ecstasy they'd given each other consumed them both. Please don't forget to send any feedback you might have for me. This story in somewhat true and i hope you enjoyed it. Awakening After you left this morning, I decided to sleep in a bit. The bright morning sun streamed in through the window, warming the whiteness of the sheets that still held your scent. And not simply the light flowery notes of your perfume, but the deeper aromas of our lovemaking the night before. I inhaled deeply and let my mind wander, recalling the soft brush of your lips against mine, the sweetness of your breath and the taste of your mouth. I felt myself stiffen at the thought of you, and as I put my fingers to my lips to gather some saliva to use as a lubricant, I noticed that my lips were lightly bruised -- and I suddenly remembered why -- recalling how you had knelt above me, thrusting your pubic mound towards my waiting mouth. As I looked up at you - you smiling down at me, your breasts flushed pink, your pubic hair brushing against my nose and mouth as my tongue sought and found the moist groove between your labia, then probed and pushed ahead, working your lips apart to slide the tip of my tongue down the space between your swollen outer lips and the delicate inner lips, soft as the petals of a flower. Your smell filled my senses -- deep and strong and pleasantly so -- it made my heart race and my hands grasp your buttocks to pull you into me as I kissed you, my lips and tongue searching for and finding your tiny nub, so sensitive and it took it gently between my lips, tasting your unique taste -- the memory of it hardens my erection even more. Surfacing from my memories of the night before -- but only briefly -- I found myself stroking my cock, my hand sliding along my shaft and up over the now-purple head, simulating the attention you had given it the night before... I returned to the memory of your hips thrusting against my face as your excitement grew, how your juices mixed with my own saliva, wetting down your pubic hair and soaking my face. The warm aliveness of your body as my hands slid up your sides, stroking the sides of your breasts and taking them into my palms, squeezing and tugging at your swollen nipples. And your moans -- god, the excitement of hearing your cries of pleasure as my mouth took you in, enveloping your clit, gently sucking and moving down pushing my tongue up into you. You called my name, you pulled my head into you as you bore down harder, your breath coming quickly now, hips bucking until with one great cry you threw your head back and I felt your orgasm convulse through your entire body as I pulled you close. Holding you while you came -- the beauty of that moment -- and then your damp relaxed body collapsed on top of me, your hair falling over my face, your mouth close to mine and we kissed. Back in the bed alone this morning, I sighed at remembering how you felt in my arms. Opening my eyes, I thought of getting up and perhaps having some breakfast, when I noticed your panties crumpled on the floor where they had been tossed the night before. Bending down to pick them up, my fingers felt the softness of the fabric, and I thought of how it had fit snugly against your body. The crotch of your panties still bore the impression of your body and remained just the slightest bit damp -- your dampness. My heart raced with excitement and I sat back down on the bed, my head light. My erection throbbed once again, so hard that it seemed the skin might burst. I touched myself again, laying back on the bed in the morning sunlight, the pinkness of my loins, my thighs contrasted against the whiteness of the sheets, the blackness of my pubic hair, the deep redness of my cock protruding from there. All of these places still glowing from your loving touch just hours before. Holding your panties in one hand, I softly rubbed them over my public hair, the folds of my scrotum -- this caused my arousal to reach a new level, and my balls drew close up against my body, and I could feel the heat of my own liquid start to fill my balls, pooling at the base of my cock. I lifted your panties to my lips -- inhaling your most intimate scent -- and that was it -- I thought my heart would literally burst as I was overwhelmed by your aroma, the thought of you, the touch of the fabric, and the white hot fluid that rose up the shaft of my cock, exploding from the tip as my hips thrust into the air and I cried out once, twice, again as the spasms peaked and then began to subside... Breathless, I thought again of you in my arms, your skin against mine as we both lay relaxed and satiated... And I wondered how long until you would return. Awakening To say I was out looking for someone would be a lie, yet what I found changed my life forever.... I had only been on Aol for a while and one night, while in a chat room, I began talking to a stranger, as the night turned into early morning, I realized we had been talking for hours about anything and everything, we had so much in common, our likes and dislikes, our hopes and dreams, and even our desires. Online conversations led to phone conversations, and within 6 weeks we had set a date to meet. My friend drove me to the town we were meeting at, since for all I knew he could have been an axe murderer, waiting to chop me up, but deep down I knew this felt right. We pulled up to the hotel, and there he was with such a friendly smile, I did my best to hide my anxiety as did he. We made small talk on the way to the hotel room, he unlocked the door and as soon as we stepped in and shut the door, he sat my bag down, took my coat off, and took me in his embrace. He held me in his arms for what seemed like an hour, in reality it was only a few minutes, but it was long enough for me to realize, he was real. This wasn't a man I had invented in my lonely mind, he was true, genuine, and he was holding me. He looked into my eyes, we both knew this was right, and he gently kissed me, washing away all my fears, and at that moment I knew for certain, I was inlove with him. After a few minutes of kissing, my legs were shaking from excitement and anticipation, I sat down on the bed and he sat next to me. We continued to kiss, as our bodies were turned to one another, I began to lie back on the bed. We had talked of his job in our many conversations before and I loved the fact that he wore a dress shirt and tie everyday, so on this day he wore jeans, a blue dress shirt that complimented his eyes, and a tie. I began to loosen his tie and as i slid it from around his neck, I let the material graze my lips as i let it fall on the bed next to me. I had worn a chocolate brown satin blouse and brown jeans, and it wasn't long before we were unbuttoning each others shirts. What began as a sweet hug and romantic kiss was quickly heating up from our anticipation of this day mixed with pent up desires I had only recently become aware that I had held back for so long. This man had the most gentle touch and a sincerity to him that I knew he shared my feelings. There was nothing I could have done if I wanted to stop this, my body took over and I completely surrendered myself to this stranger who knew my most intimate desires and intended on exploring them. As he unbuttoned my blouse and began softly caressing my breasts through my bra my fingers were busy finishing unbuttoning his shirt, our fingers began to explore, my hands slid down his chest to his stomach and back up again, feeling the smooth skin mixed with the warmth his body was giving off. He traced circles around my breasts from the base to my nipples, which were completely erect and aroused from his touch. A few minutes went by and my desires were getting the best of me, I pushed him back on the bed and began unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. My hands slid over his cock through his pants, God he was so hard, I couldn't wait to free his cock from these clothes. I slid his pants off and underwear, tossing them aside, I bent down to once again kiss his soft lips. Our tongues explored each others mouths in deep passionate kisses, I paused to sit up and take my blouse the rest of the way off. I unhooked my bra freeing my breasts from the constricting material as I saw a pleasing grin on his face as he saw the only thing I had on from the waist up was my gold necklace that now dangled between my breasts. He reached up and his hands began to caress and massage my breasts, my head went back as a moan softly escaped my lips. His petting became deep, massaging touches as I felt him squeeze my breasts, pausing to let my hard nipples graze over the palms of his hands. I placed my hands over his and began squeezing his hands harder over my breasts, I leaned down for another delicious kiss, pressing my breasts against his chest. Any lady-like resistance had gone out the window as I began to kiss down his neck to his chest, making a wet trail of my mouth as I kissed, licked and sucked my way to his nipples, taking turns between each one, I licked in circles around his nipples. Slowly sliding my tongue around them before I began sucking on them, hearing him softly moan, my desires intensified as i began nibbling on them, grazing my teeth over them, completely devouring them as I felt his hands in my hair pressing me against his chest. I continued my trail down his stomach to his cock, how long I had imagined what this moment would be like, I slid my hands over his hard cock, feeling every inch slide through my fingers, he was a good nine inches, thinking to myself, "how was I going to get this into my mouth", but I was determined to taste him. I slid down his body until I was between his legs, I squeezed his cock hard in my hands, feeling it pulsate against my gripping fingers. I heard the sound of his precum forming on the head of his cock and I guided his cock to my mouth, tracing my lips with his precum, then sliding his cock past my lips to my begging tongue. I began slowly sucking up and down his cock, pausing to lick the underside from the base to the tip, causing such erotic moaning from him, I was determined to continue. Feeling myself becoming completely wet from giving him pleasure, I once again slid his cock into my mouth using my hand on the base of it to stroke him in rhythim of my sucking, I loved how his body was reacting to this. I felt his hands in my long blonde hair moving it to the side as I looked up and saw him watching, my pussy began to throb as I was getting so turned on by him watching me sucking and stroking on his beautiful cock. I continued stroking as my other hand began massaging his balls, my lips lowering to lick and kiss them before taking them into my mouth and rolling them over my tongue. I was milking his cock harder and harder, his moans coming faster now, I knew it wouldn't be much longer, I grasped his cock between my lips and sucked long and hard as my hand stroked harder and faster in circular motions up and down his length. I locked my eyes with his and watched as his body tightened and he exploded into orgasm. When his body had finally began to relax and his breathing had begun to slow, he reached for me, kissing me so passionately and whispered, "now it's your turn!". He laid me back on the bed and unbuttoned my pants sliding them down my thighs as he seemed to be watching every inch of my body being unveiled before him, he quickly tossed them aside and began sliding my panties down before tossing them on the pile of clothing in the floor. He laid next to me kissing me so gently, so passionately as his hand began sliding down my stomach, down my thigh, before pausing to press my thighs apart. The sensation of his hot hand on the inside of my thigh, sent chills through my body as a moan escaped my lips. He slid his fingers over the mound of dark hair and began tracing the lips of my pussy. God he had such great fingers, his touch so soft and gentle and yet so erotic. He ran the tip of his index finger over my clit and began gently massaging it with his index finger and thumb sending me into deep moans of pleasure. He continued kissing me as his fingers slid down past my clit to where the wetness was overflowing and slid one finger then two deep into my pussy. I gasped with pleasure as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my wet, wanting pussy. My body began to rock against his fingers, my back began to arch, my head back as my eyes rolled back in such ecstacy as I felt the hot waves of cumming crashing through my body causing my thighs to shake and my pussy to contract back and forth against his fingers, all the while his mouth covering mine swallowing my intense moans that escaped into his mouth. My orgasm was the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, and it left me with wanting more and more. My hand began to squeeze his cock once more, finding it already incredibly hard again, as I felt him slide his thigh between mine, pressing it hard against my wet swollen pussy, driving me insane before sliding his other thigh between mine, spreading my legs open even farther. I wanted him inside me, I needed to feel him slide his cock deep into my pussy. He leaned down to kiss me so passionately as I felt the head of his cock begin to slide over my clit, I reached down and squeezed the base of his cock, guiding the head of it into my wet wanting pussy. Feeling him slide his head just inside me,I couldn't contain my moaning, and as he slid each inch deeper and deeper inside me, I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, driving him completely inside me, the head of his cock pressing against my flower. He began sliding in and out of my pussy and soon my movements were meeting his, my mouth sucking on his nipples as my hands squeezed his ass to pull him so deep inside me. Our hips began thrusting toward one another, our bodies clapping as our sensual love making had turned into primal fucking. My body was grabbing, griping his tightly, pulling him deeper, harder inside me, as he was thrusting so hard into my pussy, giving me every inch of his cock deep inside me. Our bodies glistened with perspiration as we no longer were two strangers meeting but instead we were one being of two people melted together in pleasure, passion, desire and love. I began to feel his body start to tighten as I was at the edge of another earthmoving orgasm, this sealed my fate as my body surrendered to the sweet contractions of another orgasm, causing my pussy to tighten and release again and again against his cock until he could no longer hold back as he filled me with his warm cum, his cock throbbing, pulsating with every spurt until my pussy had milked every last drop from him. We collapsed in each others arms, trying to catch our breath, as we softly kissed and enjoyed the after glows of our love making. Our day together lasted seven hours, four orgasms later, my friend came to pick me up. She didn't have to even ask, she said it was written all over my face. My encounter with this stranger would be the first of many we would share over the course of the next four years, everytime meeting and exceeding the last one, our love has grown to a place of completeness and our desires, well just when you think you have met them all, we come up with more and more ideas to send each other over the edge again and again, and who would have thought that a lonely night in a chat room so long ago would lead to such awakenings in my body, heart and soul, I have truely found my soulmate. Awakening Fingers trace lazy circles on your bare skin. A hand moves up your leg and feels the curving contour of your hip on the way to the small of your back. The palm is flat and hot and firm and it presses into you as you begin to feel the gentle heat of breath on your thigh. Soft kisses press into your flesh, each punctuated with the wet trace of a searching tongue. His breath is audible and he draws long, slow drinks from the air as if inhaling you between his parted lips. He exhales heavily as the palm bends into a claw and he digs into your thigh. His breath tickles the small tuft of hair between your legs and he is so very close. He kisses you just above the crease of your thigh and slides his hand from behind you to open your legs and expose you.... And you wake up. You realize you are not alone and that you have not been dreaming. A dark shape looms over you and you hear lips parting as if preparing to speak... "Hi, Baby," and then I move back down your body as I feel it relax from the initial shock of sudden awakeness. I'm on my way to business unfinished, but I can't resist your breasts and I stop to trace a circle around your left nipple before I surround it with my lips and draw it into my mouth. My tongue flicks gently at the swollen flesh and I hear your breath change as you enjoy my attention. You move to touch me and you discover that I am naked over you. My skin is warm and you can feel my heartbeat as your fingers trace my chest and shoulders. I am calm and steady and deliberate – and driven. I leave your nipple to move down your body, inhaling your scent as I go. I reach your stomach and stop, allowing my hands time to explore you further before I taste you. My palms race along the inside of your spread thighs and I can feel your heat as I edge closer to your sex. I know you're wet – but I won't touch just yet. I trace your lips with my fingertips and I feel you arch out toward me. I part you with my thumbs and knead your flesh, spreading the warmth, prolonging the ache. You look to me just in time to see the shadow that is my body bend down between your open legs. My face is inches from you and you can feel my breath on your wet flesh. You whisper the words that started it all, "Don't tease me – please..." And with that I plunge into you with my tongue, lapping at your cunt as if possessed. My lips find your clit and surround it as my tongue moves rapidly over the sensitive pearl and your hands clench into fists and pound the sheets beside you. I hear you moan and gasp in ecstasy as I play you with my tongue and lips. I return my tongue to your opening and penetrate you as deeply as I can, searching for more of your honey – and you satisfy my lust with your sweet cum. I replace my tongue with a finger and I begin to fuck you in rhythm to flicks of my tongue across your clit. You spread your legs further and your hips move to meet my hand as you moan "more!" I move my fingers across your lips and plunge two into you. You arch your back in approval and I move in response to your pleading body. Your breath is shallow and your hands search wildly for something to grab onto as it builds inside you. You're cumming. You're cumming and there's no stopping it. It hits you like electricity and your body convulses with the force as it runs from behind your eyes to your toes and to the very edges of your being. I keep my fingers curled inside you touching your G spot as I move my mouth to your clit and suck it inside. I ride your orgasm, refusing to release you until you are spent and limp. Your body glistens with sweat and the aftershocks still roll through your trembling body as I raise myself up over you and stare down at you ominously in shadow. My shoulders are taut and my body is straining with barely contained desire. I draw a long, loud breath and my eyes widen animalistically. It snaps your attention to me like a gunshot and you realize with near horror – or is it anticipation – that I am not done with you yet. Not nearly. You have drawn your body tightly into a ball from the orgasm you've just enjoyed, and I move roughly to move your limbs apart and expose your supple body to my gaze. I throw your legs apart violently and spread them with my knees as I force my body closer to yours. You resist instinctively, but you know by my determination that there is no way out now. I will have you – and it thrills you to know that it's coming. I pin your arms above your head, forcing my body closer – and you can smell yourself on my lips. I flick my tongue over your lips as I did your cunt moments before, and you lap hungrily at the wetness that covers my lips and chin. Our tongues meet and I crush you with a kiss that takes the breath from you and holds you like a vise. My hands grip your wrists and you can feel my lust taking hold of my will. I rise up suddenly, leaving you gasping, and my grip relaxes as I move my hands down your arms and trace a path of kisses down your neck. Past your collar – past your breasts. I stop at your nipple – surround it with my teeth and slowly suck my breath from around it – but I move on without touching it. Past your ribs – my hands at your armpits now as I grasp your body firmly and pause. Breathing. Deliberately in. Slowly out. Measuring my prey. Savagely I lunge into your side and sink my teeth into your flesh. You cry out and convulse with the shock of searing pain. Beautiful – life giving pain consumes you as my jaw closes on you and I sink further into your skin. It's almost unbearable now, and I suck the flesh into my mouth and fight to restrain myself from ripping it from your body. My jaw trembles with the tension – and then it's over. The release is as painful as the bite, and I replace my teeth with soft lips and wet tongue. I move to heal the wound I have just created, and I run my tongue gently over the indentations in your flesh – created by my teeth in the fire of pain you endure. You're gasping for air, reeling from the shock – and I move over you. I am above you and you are awakened from your state of disbelief and bliss by an incidental nudge at your cunt. I am hard. And I am here. Despite the darkness you are locked in my gaze and there is nothing but us in the world. Your hands move over my chest, down my stomach, and you grip me in your hand. I feel the pressure of your fingers wrapped around my cock and I close my eyes involuntarily and moan. I love your touch. I move my hips as you slowly stroke me and I touch your clit with the head of my cock. It sends jolts of energy through you each time and you begin to use me to masturbate your clit. I move in rhythm to your fingers, and you spread your slickness over my length until I am running my full length over your swollen clit. As I back away to start another stroke, you position my head at your opening and I'm inside you briefly before I stroke you again. You're stroking your clit feverishly now as I move against you and our movements quicken. You stroke me – feel my length slick with you and you position me again at your opening. I begin to penetrate you and I stop – half inside you. I look into your eyes and you know my question. You meet my stare, draw a deep longing breath... "Fuck me." I plunge into your cunt until my full length is buried inside you. I hold there for a heartbeat then move suddenly to repeat the motion. With each stroke I fill you completely and you push your hips forward to meet me, taking every last inch of my flesh into you. You claw at my shoulders and back with sharp talons and drive my body to your will. You call my name and plead for more, for me to never stop – for me to make you cum. I am driven to satisfy you and I move to your body's demands. Quicker. Deeper. Harder. I slam into you – my thumb at your clit – your legs wrapped around me. I fuck you like an animal. My cock plunging into your beautiful cunt – your clit aching to cum. "Cum for me," I plead. I feel it building in you. You beg me not to stop. It's perfect. You're there. It's coming. Yes. Yes. You're cumming. You're cumming. It's right there. Do it. Let it take you. Let me make you cum. Cum on my cock. Cum with me inside you. I'm cumming. Cum with me. I love you. Oh my God I'm cumming. Yes. Ah. Yes. I'm cumming! OH GOD I'M CUMMING. ---- I explode into you as your body becomes rigid and you embrace me with your might and hold me still inside you. I feel your orgasm grip me and milk me until the shudders subside. You reach for my face and draw it to yours – you kiss me hard and long and I can feel your breath on my face. I open my eyes and see yours looking into my soul. Tears fall down your beautiful cheeks and I kiss them away – tasting the salt of joy and bliss. I stroke your hair – still inside you – touch your face and kiss you with my very soul. Awakening I turned the key in my front door and pushed it open. The post had been laid neatly on the table in the hallway, so I guessed that my daughter, Joanne, had already been home. For a moment I thought to call up to her but something made me hesitate. I hung my coat on the rack in the hallway and walked through to the kitchen, draping the jacket of my suit over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. The coffee maker was on and three-quarters full of hot coffee. Pouring a large beaker full, I sat at the kitchen table and took a minute to glance through the evening paper, before I went to change. One of the few changes I had made since my divorce had been to remodel the kitchen, making it more functional and masculine. Joanne had been fifteen at the time and had managed to persuade the courts that her best interests would be served if she lived with me. For the past four years we had enjoyed an easy companionship, more like friends than father and daughter. I drained the beaker of coffee and climbed upstairs to my room, carrying my jacket slung over one shoulder. To get to my bedroom, I had to pass Joanne's and, as I walked past, I could hear music playing softly. I listened for a moment and smiled at the gentle jazz tunes that wafted beneath her door. I carried on to my bedroom and quickly stripped out of my work clothes and slipped into a bathrobe. Crossing back to the bathroom, I set the shower to hot and hung my bathrobe on the back of the door. the shower felt good, particularly after a long day fighting the stuffiness of poorly coping air conditioning. I hummed softly as I lathered myself and then towelled my hair and dried myself off. Slipping my bathrobe back on I made my way across the landing, to my bedroom, but, before I could open my bedroom door, I heard an anguished cry from Joanne's room. I tapped on the door, gently. "Jo, are you ok?" I called, through the wood. The only response was another cry, slightly longer and quieter than before. I reached down and turned the doorknob, pushing my daughter's door open slowly. In front of me, Joanne was sprawled across her bed, her long silky black hair fanned over the pillow. She was naked and I could only stare, for a moment, at the beautiful young women she had becomes. Her belly was toned and trim, with her breasts rising firmly in two gentle swells. The browny pink islands at the base of her nipples were crinkled and puffy, while the nipples themselves were hard and erect. Her legs were bent, the thighs parted and her back arched, lifting her taught buttocks almost off the bed. I could see the narrow gash of her pussy covered with soft downy pubic hairs. I could also see her hand moving between her thighs, working a thick pink latex vibrator slowly in and out of her pussy. The rubber of the vibrator and the tender lips of her pussy were glistening and shiny with the juices seeping out of her pussy and she was moaning as she pushed the vibrator slowly inside her. I could not take my eyes off the site of my beautiful daughter slowly fucking herself with a thick rubber cock. I watched as she moved it in and out then held the base of it, pressed deep into her pussy, as she caressed the hard nub of her swollen clit with her thumb. I could feel my cock swelling and rising as I watched her hand caressing her sensitive clit and the tender lips of her pussy. The sound I had heard had been cries of pleasure, rather than of anguish and she began to squeal more loudly, her legs stiffening as her whole body tensed, arching off the bed. Suddenly, her whole body flushed scarlet and her squeal was turned into a gasp as her body locked rigid, while her pussy gushed sweet, tangy nectar onto the bedclothes. Her squeals became grunts then gasps and, finally, a scream of pleasure. She relaxed, collapsing onto the bedclothes and easing the buzzing vibrator out of her dripping pussy. I goggled at the size of the vibrator and my cock jerked under my bathrobe as she pulled the fake cock out of her with a wet slurping sound. Panting, she lifted her head and looked straight at me. I blushed furiously and dashed out of her room and along the landing into my own bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I was panting with lust and shame, my cock sticking out thicker and harder than I could recall in a long time. I closed my eyes and groaned, as I recalled the sight of her dripping pussy and remembered how I wanted to spread her legs and push my cock into her wetness. Hurriedly I pulled on fresh briefs and jeans, stuffing my cock cruelly into the confining denim. By the time I had pulled a t-shirt over my head, there was a tapping on the door. "Daddy, may I come in?" Joanne asked quietly. "Just a minute." I replied. I quickly hung the bathrobe on the back of the door and pulled the zipper on my jeans closed. My cock was still painfully hard, pressing against my pants but at least it was concealed behind the layers of denim. Glancing around the room I made a desperate check to ensure that there was nothing else betraying my arousal. "Ok, you can come in." I called. Joanne pushed open the door and stood there, for a moment, in a light silk robe that came about halfway down her thighs. Her still hard nipples pushed against the shiny material and the light from the landing window shone through the garment, outlining her figure and emphasising her narrow waist and flaring hips. I looked away, sure that she could not have realised that the light behind her had made her robe almost transparent. Slowly, she came over and sat on the end of the bed, almost close enough to touch me. I could smell the clean scent of her hair and body, overlaid with a wisp of a sharper odour that, I realised, was from her damp pussy. She reached over and took my hand in both of hers. "I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to upset you. I thought you were still at work." she whispered. "You didn't upset me, sweetheart." I tried to reassure her. "Then why did you run out?" she asked. "Because I shouldn't have been thinking the things that were in my head and I shouldn't be looking at my daughter like that." I replied. "Like what?" Joanne continued, "I don't understand." "I wasn't looking at you as your Daddy." I explained. "You mean you were looking at me as a woman?" Joanne laughed, "I am a woman Daddy." "I know you are sweetheart, but I still shouldn't look at you in that way." I tried to convince her. "Daddy, if I ask you something, will you promise to tell me the truth?" she demanded. "I'll always tell you the truth." I promised "Did you like what you saw? Truth now." she quizzed me. "You're very beautiful," I replied, "and yes I did like what I saw, very much." "Good. Now I'm going to tell you something and I swear it's the truth." Joanne said, by way of an answer, "While I had that dildo inside me, I was imagining that it was you and that you were fucking me." I just stared at her, my eyes almost bulging in their sockets as I tried to understand what she had just said. I suppose I must have looked pretty ridiculous with my mouth flapping like a goldfish. Joanne said nothing, just looked into my face with her deep brown eyes and held my hand between her elegant fingers. She lifted my hand to her mouth and touched my fingertips to her lips, kissing them lightly, opening her mouth and sliding one inside. Her mouth was hot and her tongue danced over my fingertips like a butterfly, touching and then fluttering over the skin of my finger. I almost jerked my hand out of her grasp but the thrill of her tongue shot through my body, directly to my aching cock. I closed my eyes and groaned softly. "Daddy, are you alright?" she asked, concerned. "I'm fine, darling, it's just what you're doing is affecting me." I croaked, hoarsely. She slipped my fingers back into her mouth and slowly sucked the tips, one by one. I bit my lip to hold the moan in my throat as my cock throbbed inside my pants. I looked down and tried to shake my head to clear it of the mist of desire but I could not take my eyes from the vee of her robe and the curve of her breasts under the silk. She let go of my hand with one of hers and unfastened the sash that held the robe closed then leaned closer. I could feel the heat of her body through my shirt as she brought her mouth closer to my ear. Her sweet breath was warm on my face and I gulped, trying to retain some measure of control over my body. "You mean that, Daddy? Does it make your cock hard? Do you want to fuck me Daddy?" she breathed. I could not answer her, it felt as though my heart would explode into my mouth. I nodded, trying to look ashamed as I confessed that I desired, no I lusted for, my darling, beautiful daughter. She took my hand and slowly eased it underneath the silk of her robe, pressing it against her breasts. Unconsciously I curled my fingers against her skin, cupping her taut, pert globe and feeling the hard point of her nipple, pressing against my palm. My cock was ragingly erect and I could feel the thin, clear, pre-cum oozing over the head staining the front of my briefs. Joanne lowered herself back onto my bed and spread the front of her robe wide open. "Daddy, fuck me. Please. Shove your hard cock into my pussy and fuck me." she begged. I stood up and, for a moment, she looked crestfallen. Then her expression changed to a grin of triumph and delight, as I unfastened my jeans and pushed them, and my briefs, down past my ankles. My cock sprang out, the head slimy and wet with pre-cum, pointing straight out over my tight balls. I shrugged out of my t-shirt and stood, naked, in front of her. Joanne lifted her feet onto the end of the bed, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wide then reached out with her arms. I took the two steps to the end of the bed and leaned over her. Her nipples were hard and erect, as I bent my head and engulfed one in my mouth, sucking and lapping the tip with my tongue. Joanne arched her neck and growled in her throat, reaching between us to close her dainty fingers around the base and shaft of my cock. I could feel the coolness of her hands moving back and forth on the shaft cock then spreading the slippery pre-cum over the swollen, aching, head. Gripping the base more tightly, Joanne eased the head of my cock between the lips of her damp pussy, rubbing it along the length of her slit, oiling it with her slippery juices. My thighs trembled as I tried to resist the urge to ram my cock deep into her pussy. Slowly, gently, I pressed my cock into her pussy. I knew that, after watching her with the huge vibrator, Joanne would be able to take my whole length, but I still pushed forward gradually, feeling every ripple of her muscles as she drew my cock inside her. "Daddy, that feels so good," she crooned, "I want your cock right in my cunt." The sound of Joanne's voice, mouthing dirty words that I could hardly imagine her knowing, never mind using to me, just turned me on even more. I pushed further into her wet slit, feeling her pussy gripping me as the head of my cock pierced her deeper and deeper. Slowly, I pushed deeper into her tight pussy, until I could feel her soft pubes tangling with mine. Sliding my hands under her ass and along the backs of her thighs, I lifted her legs, so that her knees hooked over my shoulders, her heels resting on my back. Jerking my hips forward, I rammed my cock deeper, making her grunt as I thrust as deep inside her as I could. "Oh god! Daddy that feels so good," cried Joanne, "fuck me harder Daddy!" "Darling, I can't hold back much longer, Daddy needs to cum." I warned her. "That's all right Daddy, you can fill my cunt with spunk, I've been on the pill for years. Fuck me until you spurt in my cunt." she laughed. Gradually, I began to ram my cock faster and deeper, sliding it in and out of her pussy. Joanne reached up and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer so that her breasts pressed against my chest. The hard points of her nipples dug into my skin and I could feel her hands bunching into fists, her fingernails digging into my back as she bucked underneath me, thrusting her pussy harder onto my cock. Sliding my hand between us, I cupped her breast in my palm and squeezed it gently, feeling the nipple against my fingers. "Yess, Daddy," she hissed, "fuck me and play with my tits." I thrust as I squeezed her breasts, driving my cock deep into her. The tight wetness of her pussy, as she milked my cock made me stiffen and my I started spurting into her womb, pumping my load from my heavy balls into the depths of her pussy. Looking into her eyes, I pulled back, sliding my cock out of her pussy with a slurpy plopping sound. Taking hold of the base, I straightened up and aimed the spurting head between her breasts. Thick ropes of stringy cum shot out of my cock and splashed over her nipples and between her taut breasts. She gasped, opening her mouth wide, just in time for a gooey string to shoot across her face and into her mouth. Without realising, she swallowed and gulped down a mouthful of cum. My cock was still spurting weakly as she smiled at me and licked her lips, catching the traces of my cum that clung to the corners of her mouth. Then she reached up to her breasts and slowly smeared the white slimy trails over her nipples, before lifting her finger to her mouth and licking it clean. Pushing me away, for a moment, she sat up on the end of the bed, giving me a good look at the strings of my cum that matted her hair, then leaned forward and slowly sucked my limp cock into her mouth. Slowly, she used her mouth and tongue to clean my cock of our mingled juices, sucking and licking until my cock was clean and hard again. Wriggling off the bed, Joanne dashed for the bathroom. "Daddy, I'm just going for a shower. If your cock is still hard when I get back, I want you to fuck me again. I'll do anything you want, but you have to promise to fuck me hard." she giggled from the doorway, "I'm going to be my Daddy's little slut from now on." Awakening You just logged off after spending 2 hours on the computer talking with me, feeling very happy and tired. You walk into the bedroom, changing into what you are wearing to bed, and crawl into the covers. You start to dream of what we talked about... Walking along a nice wooded path, listening to the sounds of nature as we walk. Coming to a pond with a small waterfall we stop and sit. Hold one another close, letting my lips softly touch yours. The kiss going from one of love and compassion to one of passion and lust. My hands are in your hair, pulling your mouth closer to mine. Yours are around my waist and upon my ass, pulling our bodies closer together. We start to pull one another's clothes off, not caring where they land. Soon we are both naked and diving into the water. You come up for air looking about to find me and not seeing me, then suddenly I break the surface next to you wrapping my arms about you and kissing you deeply. You are suddenly startled awake by a sound you hear, looking you see nothing but can smell the faint aroma of fresh roses. You settle down and fall back to sleep. We are now back on the shore behind the waterfall, our bodies pressed close together, feeling the passion building as we kiss and caress one another. You slowly rise and straddle my waist, lowering yourself onto my cock. Feeling it slowly slide into you, it's so hard and you are so wet. We slowly start moving our bodies together feeling the passion build once more. We start moving faster, thrusting to meet your hips. Our bodies crashing together as the water splashes upon us. Not able to hold out I feel you starting to get tighter, which sends my feelings over the edge. I thrust hard into you, keeping my cock buried deep into your pussy filling you with my cum. I can feel you starting to cum as I start to fill you with mine, watching your head roll back, your eyes staring out into the emptiness of space. We slowly come down off the natural high we are on, you collapsing against my chest, me kissing your forehead softly then your nose then kissing you. We lay there for what seams an eternity before even moving, and when we do move I feel my semi-soft cock slide out of you. You awaken once more in a cold sweat, feeling the after effects of the dream. Feeling like you have just come down off the orgasm for real. You look about cause you still have the feeling someone is there, but there is nothing but that aroma of roses. Settling down once more you fall back to sleep. Dreaming once again... We are now fully dressed again, walking through the woods. Looking at all the pretty flowers and all the animals. We find a small clearing and start watching a group of squirrels running about grabbing the little bits of food we are tossing about, when suddenly you feel my wrap my arms about you again, letting my hands softly cup your breasts. My mouth has found your neck and is licking and nibbling upon it, my hands caressing your breasts. You are softly moaning and pressing back against my chest, letting what I am doing drive you insane with passion. Pulling your top up as I am caressing your breasts, my hands now have free access to your beautiful breasts, feeling your nipples getting harder against my palms. I am now nibbling on your earlobe, letting my hot breath tickle your ear. I lay you down in the soft grass and remove the rest of your clothes, letting my tongue slowly work up your thighs. You moan louder now, as you feel the tip of my tongue find your clit. You take your legs and wrap them about my neck, lifting yourself so I have better access to pleasing you. I take your clit into my mouth, between my teeth, sucking and licking it. My fingers are caressing your slit, slowly spreading your lips finding your pussy so hot and wet. I let my fingers slide easily into you, exploring the insides of your pussy. You are moaning louder now, bucking your hips, pushing your clit deeper into my mouth. I can feel you starting to reach a point of total bliss, wanting to make that last I let my fingers keep a nice slow rhythm, my tongue tracing circles around your clit. This last for what you think is hours upon hours, keeping you at the point of climax, but not letting your body release that energy. Finally, after what feels like an eternity I start to pump my fingers faster and deeper into you, nibbling on your clit as my tongue flicks across it madly. Sending your body over the edge you finally cum, but not just once, you start cumming and keep cumming for what feels like hours. You swear you have cum at least 5 times after you were finally able to let the energy and passion explode from your body. You are awakened once more with the feelings of someone watching you, but still seeing no one. But there is still the soft scent of roses in the air, which you put it off as just your imagination. You let yourself calm down once more and drift back to sleep... We are walking out of the park now, it is close to dark and we started that 3-mile trail at close to 10am. I walk you to the car, and open the door for you. Taking your hand to help you in, I kiss it as soon as you are settled into you vehicle. I walk around and get in and start the drive back into town, where your car is parked. When we get to your car I walk over and open your door, helping you out once more. I take this opportunity to kiss your hand once more and smile up into your eyes. I walk you the short distance to your car, partially cause it is now dark, but mostly cause I don't want to leave your side a moment before I have to. As I help you into your car I lean in to kiss you once more, you wrap your arms about my neck not wanting to let the moment pass. Finally we both know it is time for you to leave, and as you are closing your door I reach over and pick a rose from one of the bushes close by, handing it to you I wish you sweet dreams. Then I watch as you slowly drive away. You finally wake up, rested and relaxed. But you now can smell the fragrance of roses even stronger. Looking about you can now see in the soft light of morning a vase on your dresser with 6 beautiful roses, and a card. The card reads, Hope you had Sweet Dreams Love, signed Your Lover Awakening You awaken from a seemingly dream state...feeling wet and exited. You make an attempt to close your legs, to bring your pussy lips together so you can massage the excitement growing deep between your thighs. Just as in a running dream, no matter how hard you try to run, your legs just cannot meet your strength. As if held by lead weights you remain still. But you are not dreaming, you are awake...at least you think you are. You reach down to touch the quivering hooded folds of your desire only to find your arms are as useless as your legs. You open your eyes to find your arm and legs bound to the corner bed stead. You raise your head slightly only to be engulfed in a new blackness as a blind fold is tightly knotted around your eyes. You try to speak, but a gag allows only the muffled sounds of your pleasant sensations. What the fuck...you muse; the growing desire to itch your clit is becoming distracting. You hear a silent rustle of air, like a tiny high pitched whirl wind swirling near your ear. Thwap! You feel a brisk sting across your left breast; your nipples becoming instantly erect, then a strange wet sensation of your nipple being sucked hard. Your nipple is stretched in the teeth of your lover painfully yet tenderly, there is a growing sensation of new desire growing in your belly. Once again the whirling sound heightens your anticipation. Thwap...Thwap! Your right breast receives a double measure meted out expertly; you feel the beginnings of an orgasm rising in your loins. Your muffled moans mount in exasperation, your hips rising with new and growing desire, you feel a new pain of neglect as your clit begs for a caress. You are helpless to wipe the growing dew that is dribbling into your ass. Silently, next to your left ear...a whisper. "Not yet my pet...you will cum when I let you...not yet." You feel his hot breath in your ear nearly causing a new rush of sensations which you must hold back with all your might. You feel the soft calf leather thongs of his whip trail down your belly, resting lightly against your wet pussy. The ecstasy of the moment is heightened as he slides the pearl phallic handle glide inside your hungry pussy. Your muscles tighten around this loving stick. He slowly removes it, and now you can smell the rich ooze that surrounds his tool. You feel his breath on your face as he licks your love from the handle. "I will remove your gag my Pet however, if you so much as whimper without my permission, you will know my displeasure." "Nod your if you understand." Your head bobs one time to submit to his will. I am exhilarated with the dominance we share. Your body lies before me, all for me. I surprised you this morning with this game of love. First tying your feet to the bed posts, then your hands; I was pleasantly surprised that you had not wakened. I must catch you unaware, to wake you this morning in a loving dominance. You lay before me silently breathing, though beginning to stir. I kneel before you, gazing longingly at your treasure before me. Smelling of deep musk, I take in your womanly aphrodisiac fragrance. Lightly I lick the pursed opening between your legs. A bit of stubble has formed, bringing an evocative desire to shave you, which will come tonight, or after this morning's play. Again I lick the length of your slit, but now there is a real stirring as I have touched your most sensitive place. I can sense the beginnings of a struggle as you awaken. I wrap your eyes in a dark red silk scarf. I love the site of red against your ivory skin. You are now mine my Pet, mine to do with as I will, as I desire. The power of this moment is filled with an innovation to make this moment...these moments, as powerful as any before or after. I take hold of my crop, the tails made of the finest soft calf leather, capable of bringing sweet sensations of tender fondling, or instant stinging leaving neither welt or bruise. You have not quite awakened to this morning, in twirling motion the air is cut by the soothing thongs, which I bring sharply down upon your breast. Your nipples point skyward like a new spring shoot, I devour it instantly, sucking like a new babe, drawing your essence. Taking you in my teeth I draw you upward, your back arching in complete submission to your spirited pain. Twice more I strike your right breast, marveling as once again you become alive. I watch you react to the stinging blows and my cock is filled with new excitement. I slowly stroke my cock, a pearl of precum is expelled which I take up with my finger tip, touching your clit with my essence. Bringing the mixture to my lips, tasting our mixture of desire, my heart is filled with the freedom of the moment...setting you free to express as I will. Awakening This is a story of incest involving a young man whose innermost feelings awaken when he discovers wonderful and exciting secrets about his mother and father. All characters are fictional even though most of the events taking place here actually occurred over the course of a few years. I am pleased to introduce George Williams, age 40, Elaine, age 38 and Dell Williams, age 18. Many thanks to LacyCibelle for the brutal editing she did for my story and characters. * I can't believe I'm trapped in the front seat between my dad and this total stranger, Mr. McGraw, who also happens to be a dork. I was desperately trying to keep the fact that I had a hard-on hidden beneath my hands, as the five of us traveled to Minneapolis. I should be in my own car having a ball while driving to my cousin Mary Beth's wedding, but my car broke down earlier in the week and now I'm suffering several kinds of agony, besides having a boner. It's hot and I'm miserable. It's hot in the car because Mr. McGraw, the dork future father of my cousin, says it wastes too much fuel when you run your air conditioner. Well, it probably does, but it's July, for crying out loud, and it's hot. I am miserable. I'd really been excited that my parents had agreed to let me follow them, in my own car, to Minneapolis. It would have been the first time since I'd turned 18, and gotten my own car, that they had agreed to let me be on my own a little, but a broken timing belt changed all that. My car is a nine-year-old Chrysler La Baron convertible, and I was going to drive with the top down, if the weather had been nice. I had a few joints stashed for the ride, and I had planned on doing what I loved doing most while driving: jack off. I don't know why I loved doing that so much, but it's a huge turn on for me to have my dick out and jacking off, as I cruised down the highway. Now instead of getting stoned and jerking off, I'm stuck with my parents and some people I just met today. The McGraw's, Laverne and Florence, talked my parents into letting them drive all of us, because as Mr. McGaw had pointed out, several times already, his car was newer and roomier. It was a three-year-old Cadillac, larger than ours, but it was still a mystery to me why my dad went along with the cheap bastard. I just hoped the rest of the trip wouldn't be as miserable as the first part. As much as I loved the feel of my dick being hard, I was consciously trying to will it down, but it wasn't cooperating. I certainly didn't want Mr. McGraw knowing I had a boner going. Oddly enough, I had mixed feelings about my dad knowing. I've been in a state of horniness forever it seems. Heck, I'm so horny I jerk off on the way to school, and it's only a fifteen-minute ride. If I had been driving today, I would have been dressed differently, too. I had my clothes all picked out. I had a pair of loose-legged shorts that were perfect for "car jacking" (that's what I call it when I beat off while driving). I also had one new and very special addition to my driving stash that I'm particularly upset about not being able to have next to me for the ride. Last week I found two copies of a gay magazine called BlewBoy. I found them next to a trash bag that had ripped open and assumed they belonged to one of our neighbors. Even though I'm straight, I had, of course, grabbed both of them and hid them in my room. Any porn was worth checking out and for some perverse reason they had appealed to me. Until the day I found those magazines in the trash, I had had absolutely no interest in guys, cock sucking or ass fucking; all things featured in the glossy magazines. Except for one little thing, I considered myself totally heterosexual. That one little exception was the fact that I had shoplifted three pair of girl's panties. They were hot and sexy and I told myself that I wanted them to jack off with. I was going to wrap them around my cock and masturbate while I looked at fuck magazines, or thought about the two girls I had actually made out with. I had been cutting through the lingerie department in one of the department stores, and had gotten such a raging boner when I saw all the beautiful and sexy panties, that I had just stupidly stolen three of them. I tore the tags off, stuffed them in my jacket, and walked out. One was pink cotton that was really more cute than sexy; they were covered with little blue flowers. The other two were silky, one midnight blue, the other a shiny sea green; both of these were thongs. Both types really appealed to me. I liked the cotton ones because they looked so cute, and I imagined they would be worn by a younger girl, and the other ones because they were thongs and would probably be worn by some really hot girl. That little string that ran up your ass was too hot to even think about without getting a boner. Back in the safety of my car, I pulled my stolen goodies out and pressed them to my face and enjoyed how each felt so clean and beautiful. I had never stolen anything before today, and the fact that I had stolen girl's panties proved to me that I was indeed a pervert. If anyone had caught me I would have died of embarrassment. But, of course, I hadn't thought of that at the time. I started laughing as I thought about my defense. "It was my cock, your honor. It was hard and I couldn't help myself!" My dick was stiff as a board as I pulled into our driveway, and I was relieved to see that my parents weren't home. Just to make sure, I walked all around the house and looked into every room, including my parent's bedroom. I had almost gotten caught jacking off by my mom once, and I didn't want that to happen again. I hadn't planned on going into my parent's bedroom, but when I stuck my head in and glanced around, my eyes stopped at my mother's bureau. I knew the two drawers on the left held her underwear. My heart was hammering, as I somehow found myself standing in front of her lingerie drawers. I nervously looked around to make sure I was alone. My hard cock pushed out the front of my pants as I knelt and opened the top drawer, staring at my mother's panties. They were all folded neatly into three piles, and separated into colors and types. Some of them were soft pastel cotton panties, some decorated with flowers, hearts, and other very feminine styles. One pile was nothing but silky and brightly colored. I thought they were all really pretty, but nothing special. The one thing that surprised me a little was that my own mother wore such brightly colored panties. I just mentally always saw her in plain white ones. Boy was I wrong! I held each one up and admired them for the way they felt, as well as how sexy they looked. I really liked the ones with little bows and ribbons on the legs or at the waist, because they were so feminine. They all felt so soft and looked so pretty, and I wondered why I hadn't ever thought about using my own mother's underwear to jack off with. I grew more excited as I opened the second drawer. The ones in this drawer seemed more special. They certainly looked more expensive, and they were definitely sexier. My cock jumped and stiffened when I found a pair of thongs. "Holy smokes, my mother wears thongs!" I told myself. That was just incredible. My mom isn't beautiful like a model or anything; she's pretty in a nice way, though. I liked her long, wavy, shoulder length hair. She had pretty nice boobs, too. I always discreetly checked them out when she wore a swimsuit or some kind of low cut top. It's not like I have obsessed about her or jacked off thinking about her boobs, I just jack off thinking about boobs and women in general. Mom has a nice butt, too. Maybe it's a little heavy, but still, she looked pretty nice in shorts. I held up her thongs and compared them to my stolen panties. Moms were a size 6 and the ones I had stolen were size 8. I hadn't even thought about sizes when I stole mine, but I thought it was pretty cool that my mom wore smaller panties than the ones I had shoplifted. I began to think about my mom differently. I tried to conjure up an imagine of what she would look like in the thongs, but the only image I could come up with was of some hot girl in a fuck magazine. That definitely was not my mom. I carefully folded the thongs up and put them back and pulled out some more. "Hot shit! Drawer number two is a winner!" I muttered, as I excitedly held up two pair of lacy panties. They were both crotch-less. One was Valentine red and the other was tarantula black. I couldn't believe my 42 year-old mother wore crotchless panties. That was so hot and at the same time disturbing. I tried to picture what she would look like with them on. I wondered if she had a bush, or if she shaved. I had never given that much thought until now. I held the red pair up in front of me and tried to imagine what my mom's pussy looked like when she wore them, but my imagination wasn't experienced enough to visualize it. I still kept seeing some hot babe in a fuck magazine wearing them. No matter, just seeing them and knowing they were my mom's kept me hard. The more I thought about her wearing them, the hotter I got. The panties were so outrageously hot. I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard-on, slipped it through the crotch, and looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw surprised and excited me. Even though it was my six-inch cock sticking out through the panties, I was somehow seeing myself as a girl and a boy all at the same time. The girl was showing off her pussy and the cock was actually trying to get at the pussy. I shook my head and looked again, and this time I imagined my mother wearing them, showing off her pussy to me. I wiggled my hips, imitating what I thought my mom would do if she were showing her pussy to me. I even heard her begging me to play with my cock as I looked at her pussy. In nothing flat I was jerking off and cumming. My hand flew over my dick and I beat myself off, as I looked at my hot pussy/cock in the mirror. Long thick ribbons of cum flew from my dick and landed all over the floor; some even reached the top of her dresser. It all happened so fast that I didn't have time to think about what I was doing. My cock wanted to cum and I just helped it. I stood there blown away at what I had just done. I didn't even recognize the person in the mirror. "Shit, that was hot," I said, as I stepped back and enjoyed what I saw in the mirror. I wasn't surprised to see I was still semi-hard after cumming. My head was still swimming crazily when I finally realized what I had done. My spunk was all over the floor and on my mom's bureau. I looked down and gasped as I saw a big drop of cum about to drip onto my mom's panties. I panicked and grabbed my dick and wiped it off before it stained her panties. I was petrified at the thought of getting my mother's underwear dirty. I carefully withdrew my cock from the crotch hole, telling myself I would be being electrocuted if my wet cock touched her panties. I finally started breathing again when I had them off. I carefully inspected them, making sure no cum had gotten on them. I even tried to remember how to use the washing machine, in case I had to use it. Luckily, nothing had gotten on them, and I carefully put both back in her drawer. I made sure I put them back the same way they had come out. My semi-hard cock was still sticking out the front of my pants, and I flashed back at how hot I had looked in the mirror. That was definitely a first for me. My whole body was flushed with sexual arousal as I thought about seeing myself with a pussy and not a cock. It didn't bother me that I had seen myself with a pussy; nor that I thought that I looked hot, since it seemed everything made me horny. I wasn't even ashamed about wondering if my mother's pussy was shaved or hairy. I was pretty sure she wasn't shaved like the women in my fuck magazines; mothers didn't do that in my simple mind. Hair or no hair, I tried again to visualize what she looked like wearing the crotch-less panties and how hot it would be if I ever got to see her wearing them. I imagined her thrusting out her hips and showing off her pussy to me. In my dirty little mind my mother had somehow miraculously crossed over that invisible line, from being my mom, to being some hot woman that wanted me to look at her. At my age, all women were sexy, to be looked at, admired, and thought about sexually. I was certainly thinking that way about my mother. To complicate my sexual degradation, I was also thinking that if I were a girl, I'd wear crotch-less panties, too. Sick! I used my shirt to wipe up the cum I had shot before I dared open the next drawer. The bottom drawer held her nighties. Most of them I had seen her wearing around the house before, and they weren't very sexy or exciting. I almost closed the drawer when I caught sight of a wisp of a pale yellow gossamer cloud. I almost missed it at the bottom of her drawer. I reverently picked it up and unfolded a nearly translucent baby doll top and bottom. Now this one was hot, and really sent my mind off. I held it up to the window and loved how you could see right through it. I bet my dad loved this because I sure did. "Wow, maybe my mom is hot! First, I find crotch-less panties, and now this sexy outfit." I dropped the outfit on their bed, ran back to my room, and nervously took off my clothes; I practically flew back to my parent's room. I wanted to put it on and see how I looked in it. I was really disappointed when I discovered it was too small for me. I would have ripped it if I had tried to get the tiny bottoms over my hips or the top over my shoulders. I had to satisfy myself with just holding it up to my naked body and admiring myself in the mirror. The thin material hid nothing. It certainly didn't hide my cock and I'm sure it wouldn't have hidden my mom's tits or pussy. I wrapped the bottom around my cock and slowly stroked myself with the yellow cloud. Women were so lucky, I thought, to be able to wear such beautiful things. I could have jacked off a second time, but decided that I'd better do it in my own room. I carefully put her nightie away and moved around the room to make sure I hadn't left anything out of place. I was almost out the door when I stopped and looked at my father's bureau. It had been years since I had gone through his dresser. I had never found anything interesting before, and hadn't bothered looking again, but something made me stop and look today. I opened the top drawer and found only socks. I went through the next three drawers, finding nothing but undershirts and dress shirts. It was when I opened the bottom drawer that my world took a sudden and exciting turn. There piled up just as neatly as in my mother's bureau was about a dozen pair of women's panties. Some of them were even thongs. There were all colors and styles, and other than the two crotches-less ones of my mom's, they were a lot sexier than hers. Some had little sayings written across the front; "To hot to handle"; "Bad Girl" and one had the printing across the butt that read, "Bitch." Instinctively I knew they weren't my mom's. They were all size 10, way too big for her. What were they doing in my dad's dresser, I wondered? I carefully looked at each one, wishing my three stolen ones were as sexy as these. I took the hottest pair of thongs out and tried them on. My cock fit nicely into the pouch, and when I adjusted the string going up through my crack, I was amazed at the wild sensation I got as it rubbed against my butt hole. My woody threatened to escape over the top and one of my balls hung out the side, but that only seemed to add to my horniness. I pranced around in front of the mirror and checked out my ass and smiled at what I saw. I'd never realized how sexy my butt could look in panties. I definitely could get into wearing these all the time, I thought. After a few more minutes of fantasy I carefully took them off and put them back in exactly the same place I had pulled them from. That's when I saw the magazines hidden under the panties. Cool, I thought, fuck magazines. There were four of them. I sat down and checked them out. The first two were recent editions of a popular fuck magazines you see on the shelves at most stores. They had great color photos of girls fucking, and really hot stories that people had sent in about wild things they had done. It was the last two magazines that really shocked me. They were both copies of "BlewBoy!" I couldn't believe it! My dad had copies of the same gay magazines I had found in the trash! That really shocked me. My dad is about as normal-looking a guy as you will ever meet. He certainly didn't act or look gay. He's about 6' tall and maybe 180 lbs., with light brown hair, cut like men his age. He hunts and fishes and plays sports, just like me, but here was the proof that maybe he wasn't who I thought he was. The obvious contradiction between my dad and myself momentarily escaped me. It took a few minutes before it dawned on me that maybe the two magazines that I had found in the garbage weren't from one of our neighbors, but were my dads. I sat naked Indian style on the floor and fisted my cock as I thumbed through the magazine. It was pretty much the same as the one's I had found, just different guys, but that didn't make it any less exciting to look at. Seeing all those guys getting sucked off and fucking each other made me crazy. I was getting ready to cum again when something fell out of the bottom magazine. Six colored photographs lay face up between my legs. My vision blurred and the whole room seemed to be spinning as I looked at each picture. All six of them were of my parents. In each one my mom was wearing the hot little yellow baby doll outfit. Now I knew. My mother wasn't shaved. The baby doll bottoms hid nothing from my eyes and I gazed intently at her hairy pussy. I couldn't believe how hot she looked. Her tits were bigger than I thought too. The few times I had gotten a look down her front had never given me an inkling as to how big and firm they actually were. I stared at her big-mushroomed colored areolas and her very excited nipples that poked through the thin yellow gauze as I stroked my cock. What really got me hot (and took away my breath) was seeing what my dad was wearing. He had panties on, the very same ones I had just been holding. The pale blue translucent panties weren't able to contain my father's cock; his glistening cock head hovered over the elastic top and seemed to be winking at me. I was also able to see that unlike my mother, my father shaved his pubic hair. Except for a little patch at the base of his cock, he was entirely shaved. Mom and dad seemed to be posing for the camera, and I briefly wondered who took the pictures. Who ever it was really took great shots. In all of them my mom was holding dad's hard cock, and he was playing with her tits and pussy, and both of them were laughing for the camera. I was kind of intimidated by the size of my dad's cock. He was definitely longer than me, and looked thicker too. I wondered if mine would ever grow that big. It was the last three that made my head spin. The first one showed my mom wearing some kind of fake dick and she was holding it to my father's mouth. The second one showed my father sucking the flesh- colored cock, and he had at least six-inches of it in his mouth. "Oh wow, my dad sucks cock." I knew it wasn't a real cock, but still.... By now my own cock was leaking pearls of cum and it took all my will power not to spew my gizzm right there. I did after seeing the last one. My dad was on his knees, wearing a blue nighty that matched his panties, and he was looking back over his shoulder at mom as she fucked him up the ass! I stared at the picture, trying to figure out how my dad could take that huge cock up his ass. My gosh, didn't it hurt, I wondered? The big smile on his face told me everything I needed to know. He loved it. My heart was pounding out of control as I jacked off. It only took about half a minute and I was sending a shower of cum all over my chest and stomach. Awakening I shuffled the pictures back and forth a dozen times, memorizing every detail of my father's cock and my mother's pussy and tits. I would never be able to look at either one of them again without thinking of these pictures, especially the one where mom was fucking my dad. There was no way I wasn't going to have a boner the next time I saw them. Who would have ever guessed they were so kinky? The picture of my dad getting fucked just blew me away! He looked so hot in his negligee; he didn't look like a faggot or a queer. He just looked hot and sexy. I kept going back to the picture of him sucking mom's cock and the one where she had it shoved up his ass. Is this what married couples do? Are all parents like mine? I didn't think so. I comfortably settled on the idea that my parents were different in a way that excited and pleased me. It made me feel so alive and normal knowing my parents did stuff I had only fantasized about. I knew I would never feel guilty or funny about myself because I looked at gay pictures, nor about how nice it felt to wear women's panties. My dad did it and I wanted to, so that made it ok. In a horny daze I tried to put everything back just the way I had found it before I stumbled back to my room, and flopped naked on my bed. My dick wasn't hard but I knew it would be soon enough. I wondered again if my dad was gay, and what was up with that cock my mom was wearing and fucking him with? If he was gay then there was no way my parents could be married. I finally decided my dad was bisexual. But if he was, then what did that make me? Was I bisexual or gay for getting turned on from seeing the pictures? I was still a virgin, but the more I looked at the gay magazine the more I knew I wasn't just straight. It wasn't from lack of trying that I still a virgin, though. I'd had girl friends, though no one steady right now. I had gotten into one girl's pants and played with her pussy and even gotten her turned enough to cum. The two of us had gotten into a lot of touching and kissing, but she would never let me go all the way with her. The most I could get her to do was to jack me off while I played with her tits and pussy. Unable to decide what or who I was, I put all those thoughts aside and slipped on a pair of my new panties. I chose the cotton ones, the ones with pretty blue flowers. They felt so soft and safe and pretty, something a young innocent girl would wear, I thought. Immediately my dick started getting hard, but before it got stiff, I tucked it between my legs, hiding it, and stood and admired my girlish look in the mirror. My hairless chest and smooth tan legs made me look almost pretty in my new panties. You couldn't even tell I had a dick hidden inside my panties. I got harder and had to let my cock out from between my legs or it was going to break. I positioned the head so it stuck up over the top of the panties and smiled at my reflection. The mushroom head rested perfectly above a little bouquet of flowers. I kept seeing my dad in his panties and that still had me confused. I'd stolen mine to jack off with, but I wondered where and how he got his. I think the best part was that he was wearing them in front of my mom. I wondered what it would be like to be able to walk around the house in panties and see mom's face. Would she think I looked hot and sexy or would she scream and call me a pervert? I knew how I wanted her to feel. I opened my copy of BlewBoy and checked out the guys sucking and fucking again. I paid close attention to the pictures of the older men sucking off the younger guys. Could that ever be my dad and me I wondered? Would I ever want him to suck my cock and let me cum in his mouth? Hell yes, I laughed out loud. I'd never had a blow job and as horny as I was, I didn't think I'd care who gave me my first one. I still wasn't too sure about the ass fucking though. How the hell did my dad do it? The cock my mom had up his ass was huge, at least eight inches long. Did it hurt, I wondered? I remembered the look pure look of joy on his face as my mom fucked him, and figured it couldn't hurt that much if dad was smiling like that. I had never touched myself sexually back there; now I wondered what it felt like. I rolled over on my side and slid my hand inside my panties, working my finger against my asshole. In the back of my mind I was aware of it being a dirty place, but that didn't stop me from working my finger up my ass to the first knuckle. It felt pretty good and it made my cock stir. I dared to push more in. I had half of my finger in now and easily slid it back and forth. Eventually it felt awesome. In that position, I couldn't get much more up my ass, but I knew my body well enough to know I liked how it felt. I got up and searched my room for something bigger to stick up my ass. I knew I didn't want anything as big as the cock my dad had up his ass, but I wanted something bigger than my finger. I got excited when I saw a roll of unopened candies on my dresser. "A little cock," I said as I stripped off the colored paper and felt the smooth combination of foil and waxed paper surrounding the candy. This will do. I kept my panties on, rolled onto my side again, and pressed the blunt end of candy to my asshole. With very little resistance, the hard little candy dick slid right up my ass. I held onto the last round candy and fucked myself silly. This was too cool, I thought. I loved how it felt going in and out of my virgin ass. I even started to relax enough to experiment a little. I shoved it up my ass and squeezed my butt and rolled over on my back. What a surprise, my dick was rock hard. I pulled my panties down past my balls and started to beat off again. The weird sensation of having something up my ass only heightened the sensation, as I fucked myself and jacked off. I squeezed my butt muscles around the roll of candy and marveled at how kinky this all was. My ass felt warm and full as I got used to my improvised cock, and I wondered how long it took my dad to get used to having that big cock up his ass. With a little practice I figured I could eventually take that much too. After a few minutes of experimenting, I rolled on my side again so I could fuck my ass as I beat off. I worked my little friend in and out of my ass and within minutes I was cumming. Beautiful white ribbons of cum flew from my cock and landed on my bedspread. This time I made sure I didn't get any sperm on my new panties. After cumming I just lay there panting, very satisfied with my new adventure. I think I may have dozed off for a few seconds and woke up in a panic. Where was the candy roll? Luckily, it hadn't been sucked up my ass. I pushed and my little cock easily slipped out of me. It lay inert on my bedspread, and I knew I would never be able to look at a roll of candy the same way again. I needed to get rid of my little partner but I didn't want to touch it. I laughed as I ran around my room looking for a tissue to pick it up with. I finally found one and gingerly picked it up, walked it to the kitchen basket, and buried it under a wet mess of coffee grounds. "Well I think this younger generation of ours is killing themselves," Mr. McGraw pontificated. He didn't bother looking at me but I knew he was talking about me. This had been going on for over two hours now and it was driving me crazy. He was such a tight ass and had a negative opinion on everything and everyone that didn't agree with his views. He had seen me smoking a cigarette when we stopped for gas, and he just couldn't let it go; he had to preach about the evils of smoking. My dad didn't disagree with him, even though he smoked too. Once in awhile dad would add a "Right Laverne," or "I agree." My mother and Mrs. Tight-ass were talking about god knows what in the backseat, stayed out of the conversation entirely. I kind of got the impression the mother of the groom agreed with her husband, but only because he was her husband. The last hour of the ride had been the worst. My legs and back were as stiff as my dick. The damn thing just would not go away. I kept wondering if dad was wearing panties, and did mom watch him put them on, and did that make her horny? I wondered if she was wearing her crotchless panties, and would I be able to see her pussy if I had an opportunity to look up her dress. With all these sexy thoughts going through my head, it was no wonder I was hard as a log. I almost hadn't worn my stolen panties, but at the last minute I had slipped on the red thong. I loved how the little thin strip of material felt wedged against my asshole. Once in awhile I would steal a glance at my father's crotch to see if he was hard. He wasn't, as far as I could tell. If my darn car hadn't broken down, I would have been riding in comfort instead of being trapped like I was. I would have burned a joint and probably jerked off at least twice by now. My gay magazine would have been opened to the pages I liked best; the one where the guy my dad's age was sucking off the kid. I loved how you could see cum flowing out around the corners of his lips. My cock jumped in my pants and I quickly closed my legs and shifted them from the middle of the hump. Unfortunately when I did, my leg came in contact with my dads; that felt weird but nice. The more I tried to will it away, the more my dirty mind kept going back to the pictures of my mom's naked body, of her fucking dad, and him sucking her cock. I couldn't resist discreetly raking a finger across the length of my cock. This, of course, only guaranteed that it stayed hard. Finally, after four long hours, we arrived at our motel. "All right, big guy, you've got your own room," My dad said, as he handed me my room key. "I don't want to hear any wild parties going on in there," He laughed and gave me funny smile. I could have sworn his eyes briefly flashed down to my crotch. I couldn't help but blush. "Yeah, right, dad." I wondered if there was a double meaning to that "big guy" comment. "Get cleaned up and get some rest, honey," My mom told me. "We're going to meet Mary Beth and her fiancé, Arnie, at the restaurant at 5:00 pm for the wedding rehearsal, and then we'll be eating afterwards." Mary Beth is 20, her brother Tim is 16, two years younger than I, and all three of us are really close. I couldn't wait to see them. "Ok mom," I said, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and accidentally brushed against her breast. My cock jumped again, and I could have sworn my mother deliberately pushed back at my hand while it was in contact with her boob. My arm felt on fire and I blushed. I wanted to put my hand over the front of my pants to cover up, but didn't dare. I turned towards my room to hide what I knew had to be showing. "Can you call me in case I fall asleep?" I knew I wasn't going to fall asleep. I had other plans. All I could think about was how hot my mom's tits had just felt against my arm. Flashbacks of her hairy pussy danced in my head as I fumbled with the key. I also wondered if she brought her fake cock. Were my parents going to be fooling around this weekend, and if they did, would I be able to hear them through the wall? "Of course I will honey," mom said, as she came up beside me. Her eyes briefly went to my crotch and I'm sure I saw a small smile quickly flash across her face before she kissed my cheek again. "You take a nap and rest up; we'll call you in time to get dressed," she said. Her breast was pressed hard against my arm again and I swear I could feel her nipple poking into my arm. She held it there for what seemed like way too long to be accidental. "My big handsome son needs a nap, I bet, after that hard trip," She said, as she moved her boobs against my captured arm. The heat coming from her body could have started a fire. I almost looked down at my arm to see if the skin had turned red. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep, even if I wanted to, now. "Thanks mom," I said, as I looked directly at her breasts. My cock wanted out of my pants in the worst way. I gave mom another quick peck on the cheek; then I did something so outrageous, that I have no idea where I got the nerve. I must have been out of my mind, because I actually pressed my cock against her thigh and held it there momentarily, before I moved back. I could have cum, I was that excited from rubbing up against mom that way. She gave me a long curious look, and then put her hand to my flushed face and rubbed my cheek. "My handsome son is growing up right before my eyes." There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that made me blush again. She knew what I had done, and she didn't seem upset by it. I turned to hide my hard-on, grabbed my bag, and went into my room. I was going to be too busy jerking off for the next hour or so, and I couldn't wait to get started. Memories of my mom's tits and rubbing against her were still fresh in my mind as I checked out my room. It wasn't anything fancy; it was one large room, with a double bed and bathroom. At least it had cable. I'd never stayed in a motel room by myself, so this was pretty cool. It was almost like I was by myself, and it made me feel kind of grown up. I threw my bag on the dresser; double locked the door, pulled the shades, turned on the AC, and flipped the TV on. I stripped my clothes off (except for my panties) and stood in front of the mirror, and admired my woody hidden behind my panties. I adjusted my dick so it extended up over the top. The silky material only made my lump of cock look bigger, and I couldn't wait to jack off. For the first few minutes, every noise in the parking lot made me jump and look out behind the curtain. I tried to listen for noises from my parent's room, but other than the low rumble of base from their television, I couldn't hear anything. I thought about jerking off, but decided to take a quick shower first. I carefully took my panties off and immediately missed the pressure of the thong against my ass. I brought it to my nose and sniffed it and smiled when I found a faint odor. I carefully buried them in the bottom of my bag before I showered. When I finished I came back out and flopped naked on the bed, and pulled out the gay magazines. I spread them out on the bed and started playing with my cock again. It made me hard looking at the guys sucking each other off, and I wondered if I could actually do it with a guy. I knew sooner or later someone was going to suck me off and I couldn't wait to have my first blowjob. As for actually putting a cock in my mouth and letting some guy cum in my mouth, well, I still wasn't too sure about that. I wanted to try it, but it really sounded gay. Then I thought about my dad with his mouth full of fake cock. Did he suck real cock, too, or was it just with my mom and her fake cock? I just didn't know about all those labels like gay or bisexual, but I sure was curious. Were you gay if you let some guy suck you off? Or were you just gay if you were the one sucking? And ass fucking, what about that? Were you only gay if it was your ass getting fucked? I wondered what it would feel like to fuck someone up the ass. The whole thing was driving me crazy. To stop myself from thinking about all that, I changed panties. This time I put on my blue lace thongs. I pulled the thin string tight between my butt cheeks until it was comfortably rubbing against my ass. I liked the way you could easily slip your cock out around the pouch so you could stroke yourself. I opened my fuck magazine and looked again at the mouthfuls of cum and wondered if other guy's sperm tasted as good as mine. Would I gag, I wondered, or would I like it? All such mysterious and unanswerable questions! "How about a little ass play, Dell?" I said out loud. I'd forgotten to bring a roll of candy with me, so I used my finger again. I slowly worked it in and out and enjoyed the now familiar feeling again. I had been butt fucking myself almost daily now, and really liked it. I closed my eyes and saw my mom with her big cock. This time I was on my knees, and mom was holding her cock to my ass. I could almost hear mom say, "My big boy needs his mother to fuck him, doesn't he?" I almost blew my load thinking about her fucking me up the ass. How hot was that? It wasn't a huge hurdle for me to mentally think about her as some kind of hot slut making me take her cock. I kept working my finger in and out of my ass, and even mouthed the words, "Fuck me mom, fuck my ass!" Did my dad say the same things to her? Did he beg mom to fuck him? I wondered where you bought dildos and fake cocks. Did mom buy it, or did my dad get it for her, I wondered? There were a few adult bookstores within a few miles of where we lived, but I had never dared go in them. I guess I would have to get up the nerve sometime soon and see if they sold them. I put down my magazine and tucked my cock back inside my panties and walked around my room and admired myself in the mirror from all angles. I tried to imagine what kind of guy I would want to suck off or suck me off. All the young guys in the magazine kind of put me off and intimidated me. Most of them were to pretty or muscular and weren't the kind of guys I would normally hang out with. It was the older guys, the men my dad's age I was attracted to. I could see myself being sucked off by an older guy while wearing my panties, and kind of pretending I was his girl. I pulled my panties off and stood in front of the mirror and started to jack off again. I held the magazine up in front of me so I could see my reflection in the mirror, and I pretended it was me that was getting his cock sucked. This time, when I came, my spunk hit the mirror and stuck there. Wow! I'd never cum like that before. I sat back on the bed and admired my handy work a few minutes, before I wet a towel and cleaned up my mess. What I missed with the towel I scooped up with my finger and ate. I smacked my lips and grinned. "Cum sucker," I said out loud, and laughed and flopped back on the bed and fell asleep within minutes. "Dell, are you up? Dell, we're leaving in 20 minutes," My dad called as he rapped loudly on my door. I woke with a start. I could hear my name being called and heard the knocking, but it took me a minute to figure out where I was. "Oh shit!" I said out loud, as I sat straight up in bed and shook my head to clear the cobwebs. "Just a minute dad!" I said, as I threw my legs off the bed and stood up. It took me a moment to orientate myself. "Just a minute dad," I called again, as I stumbled to the door. I almost opened it when I realized I was naked. "Fuck!" I mumbled, as I ran to the bathroom and wrapped a towel around my waist, and hurried back to the door. I forgot the door was still chained, and almost broke my nose when I went to open it. It banged back and startled me. After I regained my composure, I managed to get the chain off the lock and opened the door. "Hi dad," I said trying to shield my eyes from the bright sunlight that streamed into my face. "Are we leaving?" I asked numbly. "Yea, get dressed," He said and chuckled. "Forget how to open a door?" He laughed. "Old stuffy wants to get there early." He was, of course, referring to Mr. McGraw. I laughed at his reference to Mr. McGraw. "Yeah, ok, just give me a few minutes." I said, as I backed into my room, intending on shutting the door. "Mom said she was going to call me." I lamely said, as I held the towel tight around my waist. I didn't dare look to see if it was covering me all the way. Instead of leaving my dad followed me in. "How's the room?" He asked casually, as he stepped inside my room and surveyed it, making sure he was getting his money's worth. "Just fine dad, it's pretty neat," I said, as I casually swept my arm about what I thought was a pretty spacious room. My arm froze when it came to my bed. The two gay magazines lay open on top of the bed. I'd forgotten to put them away before I fell asleep. I couldn't decide if I should throw myself on top of them, or just kill myself right there. I was so dead. I looked at my dad and groaned inwardly when I realized he was looking at the same thing I was. His eyes were locked on the two fuck magazines and a perplexed look spread across his face. The top one was open to the picture of the older man sucking off the younger guy. It was the one I liked the best, and the one I had jacked off to. Awakening My dad gave me a long look before he walked to the bed and looked down at the open magazine. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. Without looking at me he picked up the open magazine and stared at it for a few seconds before he turned to me. Dad had a small smile on his face, and said, "I see we have the same taste in magazines, Dell." He turned a few pages and seemed lost in thought as he looked at the cock sucking and butt-fucking going on in the pictures. He gave me a knowing look before his eyes scanned over my bare chest and then dropped to below my waist. His eyes seemed to shine a little brighter as he stared at my crotch. I didn't know what to say. I know I was blushing and briefly thought about telling him that they were in the room when I got here, but I'd never lied to him and wasn't about to start now. "I, ah,.......I found them," I stammered, as I partially told the truth. I was horrified at being caught with gay porn, and I'd momentarily forgotten that he had his own stash of the same magazine. "I, ah...and I just wanted to look at them." I was too embarrassed and mortified to even make eye contact with him. I couldn't think straight. What my dad said next changed everything. "I understand Dell. Like I said, I like this magazine, too. I buy them all the time." He looked me in the eyes and paused before he went on. "I have the most recent edition, I'll share it with you if you haven't seen it instead of throwing it out when I'm done," he told me as cool and casual as if he were talking about the Sunday paper. "Would you like that?" he asked softly, as he looked into my eyes. By asking me he forced me to answer him. It took every ounce of courage in me to look him in the eyes and tell him, "No, no,... I, ah haven't seen it dad and yeah that would be great. I kind of like looking at it too," I shyly admitted. What my brain was yelling was "Dad, I'm not gay, just curious." But of course, I didn't. We looked hard at each other for a long moment, our relationship forever changing with this revelation and admission. "Good, me too. There are some great pictures in here," dad nodded his head, smiled, and held out the magazine. "We could look at it together," he subtly suggested. I had my hand on the magazine but dad wasn't letting go. He looked into my eyes as he tried to read my reaction to his suggestion. My cock started to grow under my towel. I couldn't believe what he was suggesting. My own dad was offering to sit down with me and check out gay porn together. I think the nervous smile on my face told him everything he needed to know, but I had to tell him, he had to hear me say the words. "I'd like that dad." My cock jumped and stiffened and pushed the towel out. I was so turned on right now but didn't know what to do about it. Dad smiled and let go of the magazine. "Good, me too. I'd be interested to hear which pictures you like best." He said grinning. The floodgates were open now for both of us. "Personally, I like the page you have opened here." Dad reached across the magazine and tapped the picture of the good-looking older man sucking off the young guy. It was as if a thousand pound weight was lifted off me. I actually laughed and it was of relief not nervousness. I even dared smile as I looked at him. "Me too dad. It's one of my favorites." I told him, the shit-eating grin on my face widening by the minute. My dad laughed. "Good, then it's a date. We'll get together later on and look at them together. We might find some others we both like." Dad looked down at the front of my towel and grinned. "I can see they have the same affect on you as they do on me." The atmosphere in the room seemed to crackle with sexual anticipation. I looked down at my crotch and grinned stupidly as I put my hand over my hard-on and smiled, "I get this way a lot lately." Dad laughed and brought his hand to the front of his pants and showed me the outline of his hard cock. "Me too." He said grinning. "George, is Dell up? Is he ready?" My mother called from the sidewalk. My dad looked at me and gave me a wink. "He's up and ready but he isn't dressed yet, Elaine, but he will be soon." He gave me a big smile. "Make sure you tidy up your room a little before you leave son," he said over his shoulder, as he walked to the door. "Oh by the way, your ass looks great." He said, chuckling as he closed the door. I quickly looked over my shoulder and saw my reflection in the mirror. My towel wasn't covering my butt. Oh shit!" I said, and laughed out loud. I threw off the towel and stood in front of the mirror. My boner stood tall and hard and a clear bubble of cum oozed from it. I licked it off before I slipped on my blue lace thong again. "I can't believe what just happened!" I said, as I numbly fisted my boner and laughed. Fifteen minutes later I walked out and found my parents and the McGraw's waiting for me. "All set," I said, as I gave my mom a quick hug. I wondered if my dad had said anything to her. If he had, I wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not. I told my mom how super she looked. "You look terrific mom. I like your dress." She isn't a flashy dresser, but she looked really nice tonight; she was even showing a lot of cleavage, for a change. Visions of her naked tits flashed through my head, and my cock stirred. My compliment seemed to please her, and I think she actually blushed. She made a fuss about my hair, patting it down in the back, and in the process our hips, as if pulled together by magnetic attraction, came in contact with each other. "You look so nice Dell," My mom told me, as she patted down my cowlick. . When she realized what she was feeling through the front of my pants, she blushed, but didn't step back, and seemed to intentionally press back against me. "Oh, my, your father was right when he said you were ready," she said softly, as she held her mound to my boner. A slight smile crossed her face before she backed up and looked down at the front of my pants. "I didn't realize you were so grown up Dell." She seemed almost out of breath as she turned and got into the back seat of the car with Mrs. McGraw. I looked longingly at the flash of flesh from her legs before they disappeared into the backseat. "Thanks mom," Was all I could manage to mumble. I'm going to hell. I just knew it. I had to hold my hands over the front of my pants when I got into the front seat between my dad and Mr. McGraw. I didn't dare make eye contact with my dad as I awkwardly sat over the middle hump again. I sat in silence as dad and Mr. Know It All talked over me. My hardon refused to go away. We'd been driving about 5 minutes before I realized that my dad's leg was pressed firmly against mine. I eased mine away from his, figuring he was unaware that he was touching me as he talked to Mr. McGraw. His leg followed mine and again pressed firmly against me. Normally I would have felt very uncomfortable if another guy touched my leg like that, even if it was my father. But the conversation with my dad earlier, and they physical contact with my mom was too fresh in my mind, and my raging hardon enjoyed the feel of his leg against mine. Maybe this male-to-male contact thing wasn't all that bad. My cock certainly didn't mind. This time I didn't pull my leg back and actually got brave enough to press back against dad's leg; my cock stayed rock hard for the rest of the ride. I stole a glance at my father's crotch and I think he knew I was looking, because he pulled his sports coat aside and there it was. My dad had an obvious boner too. I almost laughed out loud. Here we were, father and son, both hard and both showing off for the other. I took my hands away from my crotch to let him see I was just as hard as he was. We both had to adjust ourselves when we got out of the car, and I couldn't help but laugh at our predicament. Dad gave me a little knowing smile, hugged me, and said, "Maybe we should get together tonight son?" My breathing became very rapid and shallow as I nodded and answered him. "Ok dad." I didn't know what else to say. My body felt like it was going into meltdown as we grinned at each other. "I'd like that," I told him as I held my body to his. Our cocks made brief contact with each other before we separated and joined the crowd of relatives outside the restaurant. The rest of the evening was a sexual blur for me. My dad and mom were all I thought about during the rehearsal. I tried to hold a conversation with relatives but all my mind was thinking about was sex. It was fun seeing my cousin and she was really glad I had come. I met her fiancé and I just couldn't figure out what she saw in him. He was just like his dad, opinionated and stiff. Small jokes seemed to go right over his head. Oh well, I was happy for her, but I didn't give her marriage much of a chance of lasting. The evening heated up for me during dinner. I sat between my parents and almost immediately my dad and I resumed pressing our legs together under the table. He made contact with me, and I gladly returned the pressure against his leg. Sometimes dad even placed his hand on my leg and squeezed it a little as we talked. It wasn't innocent at all. He knew what he was doing to me when he put his hand on the inside of my thigh longer than a guy normally would. It kept me stiff and my mind actively thinking about how cool it was what dad and I were doing. I couldn't wait until later when we were going to look at porn together. What really surprised and excited me was my mom. She was touching me, too. In between talking to my dad, mom made a point of touching my arm or my hand as we talked. What she was doing could never be construed as being inappropriate by any one watching us but me. It was just so unlike her. Her touch was different, too. It was very sensual and she was almost giddy in her manner. When she briefly placed her hand on my thigh, at the same time my dad had his on my leg from the other side, I knew she did it intentionally. Her fingers lingered on my upper thigh, and she lightly rubbed me while my dad did the same thing. She had to know what she was doing to me. Her fingers were only inches from my hard dick and I couldn't help myself when I slid forward so her fingers moved even closer to my dick. She left her hand there for a long time, lightly touching me as we talked. I was having a hard time concentrating from all the sexual stimulation I was getting from both my parents. Several times mom leaned into me to make a point, and her firm breast would press against my arm. She was wearing a bra, but in my mind she was naked from the waist up, and I could see her big brown aureoles and her excited pink nipples. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were on mine, as if she was looking for a reaction, and twice she caught me looking down the front of her dress. The smile on her face was one I wasn't familiar with. It was a look of approval. "You make me so proud to be your mother," She said, as she squeezed my inner thigh again. Mom's hand moved deliberately upward until she was touching my balls. "Your father tells me you two are getting together later on tonight. I think that's wonderful honey. Your father's a very wonderful and loving man; you two need to learn about each other." She gave my balls a little rub before she pulled her hand away and smiled at me. I didn't know what to say or do, and I couldn't believe dad had actually told her about our conversation. Did she know everything? Did she approve? I wanted to grab her hand and hold it over my cock, but of course, I didn't. Had my father really told her about the gay magazines and what we had talked about? I didn't know, but my imagination took over when I remembered the picture of her fucking dad. I lost a little more shyness and nodded, "Dad and I are going to check out this magazine together." I wasn't sure if she knew which magazine I was talking about, and didn't say more. I wanted to look her in the eyes, but couldn't muster up the courage to meet her eyes. "That sounds....exciting dear, and I'm sure it will be for both of you." Mom paused before going on. "I enjoy that magazine, too," She said, as she reached under the table, cupped my balls and held them. "You just trust your father, and everything will be just fine," She told me, and kissed my cheek. "I love you very much, and I only want the best for you honey," she told me, before she got up and mingled with our relatives. I didn't dare stand; my hard-on was nearly ripping open my zipper. Holy smokes! My mother had just informed me she liked looking at the gay magazine, and she had just touched my balls! My mother, the June Cleaver of mothers, was anything but that! I waited a few minutes before getting up. I tried to will my boner to soften a little before I got up and followed the crowd outside. The sun was down when the rehearsal finally broke up. About a dozen of my relatives were all milling around outside, making sure everyone knew how to get to the church in the morning. I was standing next to my dad, and he had his arm around my shoulders as we talked to a few cousins. The continuous physical contact between us seemed to be important for both of us. I leaned into him and enjoyed his manly touch. After a few minutes standing like that, dad discreetly led me back into the shadows of the restaurant. He let his arm drop until it rested on my ass. No one could see what he was doing in the dark, and I certainly didn't discourage him. It felt nice to have his hand there. I was still so darn horny and to tell the truth, I was definitely getting into having him touch me. I was so horny that I pushed my butt back into his hand and wiggled it a little. "Feel nice, Dell?" My dad asked softly, as we stood away from the rest of the crowd. He moved his hand in small circles over my butt cheeks, squeezing each one several times. "I hope it does, because you sure feel nice, son," He said as he squeezed them again. I tired to answer but my mouth felt like it was packed with cotton. I wanted to tell him how good it felt to have him touching my ass, but all I could manage was an encouraging little "Ahh." My dad laughed. "I'll take that as a yes," He said, as he moved his hand deeper between my cheeks, and touched my balls and cock from behind. "You're wearing panties." It was a statement, not a question. He didn't wait for me to answer before he abandoned my crotch and moved his hand up to my waist, and worked his hand down the back of my slacks. He found his answer when his finger came in contact with the string going down through my ass. "A thong, nice, Dell," He said, happily. I wanted him to know I had girl's panties on, but I couldn't figure out how he knew. I took a big breath and laughed. "Yes, how did you know, dad?" I tried to think who he knew I was wearing panties. Dad laughed. "Oh, a little birdie told me." I was really clueless as to how he knew, and a little frustrated at his answer. "Really dad, how did you know I was wearing panties, and especially that they were thongs?" I was worried someone else had somehow seen them. Dad's eyes twinkled. "Your mother pointed them out to me. You bent over to pick up something earlier and your shirt pulled up and she couldn't help but notice the blue thong string disappearing down that cute ass of yours," He told me, as he worked his hand over my bare skin. It felt wonderful, and my cock couldn't have been harder. "Oh cripes dad! Mom saw them?" I said, embarrassed as hell that my mother knew I was wearing panties. "Now, don't you worry about your mother. She understands perfectly," He assured me. He leaned closer so his voice wouldn't carry and told me, "Your mother happens to enjoy her men wearing ladies things." "Wow, dad, that's so cool!" I should have known that from the pictures, but I was too embarrassed to tell him I had been in his things. Learning that mom wasn't upset or disgusted hit me like a bombshell. Now I felt awful about sneaking through their drawers. "Dad I have a confession to make." I told him how I had gone in their room and snooped, and how I had seen his panties and even the pictures. I felt a lot better after confessing to violating their privacy. My dad just smiled. "I thought a few things were out of place, and kind of figured if had to be you that had been in there. Don't worry about it, Dell. If I were really that concerned about you seeing what I had, I would have locked them up or hidden them better. I guess part of me; your mother too, kind of wanted you to see that stuff. I couldn't have been more excited. "You did? Mom too? Wow dad, that is so ho......ah you know, it's so cool. I won't do it again dad," I promised. "I know you won't, son. Your mother and I won't have to hide those things from you anymore." He laughed again as he worked his hand down my pants and massaged my bare ass. "I hope it didn't embarrass you to much to see the pictures of your mother and me. You're probably wondering what the heck they were all about." His voice had a hint of concern mixed with pride at sharing his secret life with me. "I'm not embarrassed.......anymore. I thought they were fantastic, dad. You and mom, you looked so hot....and sexy," I told him, and grinned. "I really liked them." That made dad chuckle. "I'm sure your mother will be glad to know her son thinks she's hot and sexy, Dell. And I'm glad you're not embarrassed or upset anymore. Now that you've seen me in my panties and know that I like looking at gay porn, too, we can stop hiding things from you." He sounded very sincere and happy. "But I'm sure you must have a few questions about all of it." He looked like he wanted to tell me more but held up. I laughed; relieved that he'd told me so much. "You can say that again, dad. I have a hundred questions and stuff I don't even know how or what to ask, though," I told him relieved to finally be able to talk about it. "It's just so cool that you.....well, that you wanted me to see all of your stuff." I was still confused about my mom, but most of it made sense now. The way she talked to me tonight and how she touched me all fit now. My mom was as horny as I was! "I just can't believe mom is so cool about you....me.. wearing panties." It made me laugh. I was relieved and nervous all in the same time. "I've been wearing panties in front of your mother since before we were married. She's only made me feel wonderful about my little fetish for women's things. In fact, one of the things we love to do together is to go shopping for special things for me. "I'm sure she'd love to help you shop, too. She has a great sense of color and style, and instinctively knows what you'd look best in Dell." "Neat." I said, as I contemplated shopping for panties with my mother. How cool was that! My dick jumped against my pants, wishing it could be free from the confines of my panties. I told my dad how I had stolen the panties I had on, and how I wished I could have taken my time and picked out some like he had in his collection. I really wanted to know why he wore them, and how he felt when he secretly had them on in public. "It just makes me feel so sexy and horny when I wear them." I didn't know how to tell him how different each pair made me feel, especially the soft cotton ones with flowers and bows. "I understand Dell; they make me feel special too. Sometimes I feel so....well pretty, almost as if I was a girl." Even in the shadows of the night I could tell he blushed when he told me that. I lost all of my embarrassment when my dad told me that. "Me too! I just love the cotton pair with little flowers on them. I look in the mirror and I see a little girl wearing them." I matched my dad's dad excitement. I couldn't have felt better about myself at that moment. Dad pulled his hand from my pants and patted my butt. "We can talk about this later. I'll come over to your room and we can check out that magazine together." He said smiling. He moved in front of me to block anyone from seeing him rub the front of my pants. "You feel as hard as I do, Dell." Awakening I enter the bedroom and find you laying face down on the bed. You appear to be asleep and are wearing only your panties. I sit on the bed beside you admiring what I can see of your body, unwilling to rouse you for the moment. I am admiring the curve of your back and the length of your legs and the swell of your small bottom inside its thin covering. Your legs are slightly apart and I lean to one side so I can just see the crotch of your white panties stretching down between your legs. I move to the head of the bed and, with infinite gentleness, I begin a fingertip massage of your upper body. You stir slightly, murmuring quietly in your drowsy state. Slowly I work my way down your body to your hidden but tempting buttocks. My first touch is through the material of your panties, but I soon become bolder and slip my hands inside. A minute later I peel them down to expose your bottom. I rub your buttocks firmly, feeling their smoothness, and cause you to murmur again. Once I am sure you have drifted back to sleep, I carefully slip your panties down your legs and drop them on the floor. I begin working on the backs of your legs, easing them slightly further apart as I do so, hoping that I can catch a glimpse of your concealed sex. Finally, it becomes revealed in the shadow of your body, but I am becoming greedy now and desire to roll you over so that I may view your naked body in all its glory. Gingerly I lift you up on one side; one breast comes into view. In the next moment you are flat on your back, but you still seem to be drowsing. I look down your body at your wonderful breasts, and begin to imagine them in my hands. Still further down your body I see, to my excitement, that you have shaved away your triangle of pubic hair. What a treat! I move to the head of the bed again and recommence the massage. Your breasts are warm and fit snugly in my hands, and I manipulate them softly around and around, lifting then flattening them gently. I enjoy the unlimited feel I am having of them, uncaring that my massage technique is meaningless. I can guess that you are still slumbering because your nipples are unresponsive to my touch; they remain quiet and flat upon your breasts. I now work my way across your stomach, kneading it so softly, and then down to your thighs. As I work I keep peeking at your shaven sex nestling between your closed legs, and decide that I must have a better look at it. With each little massage I now move your legs a little further apart, tantalisingly slowly so as not to wake you. Eventually I spread them enough so that I can admire your little bare slit, which seems to be smiling at me. My hands are shaking, and I wonder if I may go further; dare I part your legs more to make your sex open a bit for me? I work on your calves and feet, slowly separating your legs more, and I am finally rewarded when your inner sex lips make their appearance. I reach for your pubic mound and feel its exquisite smoothness; I run my finger very softly along the length of your sex lips, but, like your nipples, they are not responding, and you are quite dry there for the moment. I lean down and plant a lingering kiss your open cleft. At last you seem to respond to my touch; you murmur again and stretch luxuriously, spreading your arms and legs fully. You are submitting yourself wholly to my treatment as though you are saying, I'm yours. I kneel between your legs and reach up to your breasts. I suckle a nipple; at first it feels soft and unresponsive, but quickly it rises in my mouth and I roll it around with my tongue. You breathe slightly quicker and I kiss your body directly between your delicious breasts. My tongue comes out and I trail it straight down and across tummy slowly, pausing for a moment at your navel. As I continue I sense that you are holding your breath in anticipation of my tongue's arrival at the top of your slit. Knowing that you are beginning to get excited, I veer away from your sex and kiss instead the inside of the tops of your thighs. I can see the slight dew upon the petals of your inner sex lips, but I leave them alone for the moment. You breathe out at last, but take another deep breath as you think I am about to stimulate you orally. But I make you wait just a few moments more as I draw my tongue lovingly down both sides of your outer sex lips. At last I press the tip of my tongue against your expectant clitoris, making you sigh. My fingers gently part your petals to give my tongue easy access to your sex, and you moan softly as it begins its work. I play with you for some time like this, keeping you on the verge of an orgasm, promising much but delivering little, still making you wait for the ecstasy to come. You begin to whimper and ask me to enter you, but again and again my fingertips and tongue merely pass across your secret entrance teasingly. I only want to keep building your enjoyment gradually. At last I bring you to an orgasm and I maintain my work on your enlarged clitoris to ensure that your orgasm rolls on and on. You writhe upon the bed, now begging me for the release that only my penetration of you can offer. As if to frustrate you more, I use only my little finger as my organ of penetration, pressing it slowly into your wetness only half way. Suddenly, you cry out as your orgasm hits a peak, and I am rewarded by seeing your juices gush from you and down onto the bed. You grip the bedclothes as if trying to prevent them moving; your head rolls from side to side as you gasp and groan loudly. Your pleadings are now desperate and I know that you must have me quickly. My finger now stimulates your clitoris rapidly, driving you towards an insanity. Your back arches, thrusting your sex toward me with total abandon Unhurriedly, I raise myself above you and place the head of my erection upon your sex lips. I tease the entrance to your vagina with it before pressing the head of my penis inside. I make you wait a little more as I tease you again and you try to impale yourself upon me in your urgency to be completely filled. At last I lower myself upon you, and my erection slides smoothly into your waiting hole, filling its emptiness, and making you groan out loud with relief. I begin pumping you slowly, again drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible, and I watch you as your waves of pleasure continue to engulf you. Gradually I increase the pace, bringing you to greater heights of ecstasy. As your biggest orgasms arrive, you shriek and bury your face in my shoulder as if to stifle them. The sight of you thus reaching your upper limits finally drives me over the top, and with some force I shoot my juice deep into you. We fall asleep still joined. Awakening Let me describe myself. My name is Tony. I am about 5'7", 153 lb., brown hair, blue eyes and have a 7-inch cock with an average body. I usually love extreme sports and am up for anything new or exciting. Another day as usual. After work, I headed to the bar I usually frequent to grab a few beers. I had just been dumped by my girlfriend of three months. I decided at that time that I would not worry about relationships for a while. So I decided to go home and finish getting wasted. Anyway, I grab a case of beers and head back to my place to plop my ass on the couch and channel surf. I stopped at a standup comedy show. The guy who was up had me all-out bawling. I calmed down after a minute and he made another joke that I laughed at briefly but it made me think. He joked that "We're all gay to some degree. Think about it. You're watching a porn movie with this really hot girl. You don't want to see her fucked by some guy with a weak, flaccid penis, do you?" "No." He said mock answering. "Well, what do you want?" "I dunno." "Tell me." "I dunno." "Tell me." "I want a big, hard fucking dick!" This made me think for a split second, but not real seriously, before I decided to rent some PPV straight porn. I ordered what looked to be a normal heterosexual porn movie. When it came on, the intro sequence shocked me. There were many scenes displaying in rapid succession with electronic music in the background. One scene had a man and a woman who were both on their knees and licking up and down opposite sides of a second guy's huge erection. Another one had a guy and a girl both on their hands and knees facing each other in a kiss as both had a ripped studd pounding them hard in the ass. I had never had a gay thought in my lifetime, but this movie was really getting me off. I was starting to see this as a kinky, new experience rather than being a 'sissy'. Society had always taught me as a guy that this was to be a threat to my masculinity, but I then thought if I'm secure with my manhood, anything I do in bed or sex shouldn't matter. I had never been one to care for social rules, so I thought fuck it. Looks like a fun new experience to be the one getting fucked and trying all these new group situations. It seemed like the male and female couples were getting off and bonding by sharing the same partners and experiences in bisexuality. And the guys in the movie were not your stereotypical sissies either. Most were buff and tattooed. I guess, like a lot of guys, I had always grouped guys into either straight or gay categories. I had never really considered bisexual males as a group fantasy. It was as if a whole new world of open minded exploration suddenly occurred to me. I was still cautious about trying anything that wild myself just yet. Over the next week, I started to study bisexuality and the history of bisexuality. I found a lot of things that started to change my views on gay and bisexual men as the media strictly portrayed to me as flaming feminine men. Nothing wrong with this but I never really considered a man's man able to be this way in society. I read a lot of books and articles where gay men and straight women praised the joys of anal sex and how celebrities as diverse as late actor James Dean, punk rocker Iggy Pop, and the late John Lennon to historical figures like Shakespeare and Julius Caesar were bi or have dabbled in bisexuality. Or at least they were very strongly rumored to be. And apparently, in ancient Rome, the whole double standard with bi women being more excepted than bi men was reversed. It supposedly showed that the dominant male had lack of control over his woman. My views on bisexuality and gay men started to change the more I looked into it. One afternoon, me and Barry went to a local high school to watch my cousin, Anita play basketball. Barry was an old acquaintance of mine from my high school years who I bumped into at the grocery store earlier. He was a man's man. A real man around not just town but wherever he went, former college football star, former Marine and all around adventurer. He was always seen with a different woman on his arms. I basically just wanted to see these hot teenage girls sweaty and bouncing. I know. I'm a pervert. As I was watching this one girl who looked like Little Miss Innocent Virgin kept glancing over at me smiling shyly. She was on the bench as she had been replaced earlier. I was getting frustrated as this girl couldn't be any older than 16 but she was getting me hot as hell. I decided to get up and take a leak and get some water. I walked out to the hall outside the gym and went to the far bathroom that I knew noone would be in. As soon as I started to pull down my pants, I heard a sweet, feminine yet mature voice saying "Excuse me." I turn around. "Got a light?" The girl from the bench asks. All innocence was lost from her face at this point, as her cute face has a look of total lust. Also, her nipples are hard and pointing from underneath her shirt which was wet and tight from sweat and a cigarette dangled rebelliously out of her mouth and she looks me up and down like she's sizing me up. I thought to myself, 'This girl is too WAY young to be this nasty', but at the same time, I was as hard as a rock. I play along and flick the lighter, producing a flame. She bends over, sensuously cupping her full breasts in her hands as she holds the cig in her mouth and lights it. She then raises back up, dragging heavy as her cheeks suck in. She then takes it in one hand, exhales, and says "I heard you like to get kinky?" I was wondering how she knew anything of my sex life. I reply "Girl, you're gonna get me in trouble..." "Ya know, I just turned 18. Wanna see my ID?" She interrupted. I was speechless for a second as she laughs 'hnh' smiling and takes another drag as she looks me up and down again, and licks her lips with a wild look in her eyes while staring at the hardon poking against my pants and lets the smoke curl out of her mouth and off of her tongue seductively. She tells me "Be still" and moves in as if she's going to nibble on my neck or ears, but then stops and whispers "Meet me tonight behind this building at 1100 for a real surprise. And, uh, don't be late." I had always been used to being the dominant male but I must admit that she had me at full mast as she turned around, stomped out the cigarette, and slowly walked out of the room. I told Barry I had to leave. I didn't feel like telling anyone until after tonight happened so I made an excuse. His reaction kind of puzzled me but whatever. I arrived about fifteen minutes early that night. After waiting about ten minutes, I saw a dark red SUV pull up and this girl, who never gave me her name, got out of the passenger side. She was wearing a skimpy, black bikini top and thong and holding a cloth with something wrapped inside it in her hands. "Who's with you?" I ask. "Remember you told Anita you would be with me so don't worry." "But..." "No questions. Step out of the car." I do as told and quickly lock it. "Assume the position." She tells me. I spread over the car. "Hands behind your back." I feel her cuff my hands as soon as I reach back. "Get up and turn around". I get up and she tells me to open my mouth. She then puts in a ballgag. Finally, I see her grab the cloth. It was a blindfold. She puts it on me and leads me to what I guess is the backseat of the SUV. They drive for at least fifteen minutes before stopping. I hear the driver whisper something to the girl. Then they both get out. The next thing I hear, the door rolls open. "Get out" The girl says. She helps me to my feet, into a house, and down a bunch of stairs. When we arrive at the destination, it feels as if there is one big bedcushion all over the floor. She orders me to get on my knees. "So, Tony have you ever been fucked?" She removes the gag to allow me to speak. "I've had a few gals in my day" I say half jokingly. "No listen. I didn't ask if you fucked a girl. Have you ever been fucked?" "What do you mean?" I ask. "Open your mouth. Let me show you". I then felt her hands on the back of my head as a large, cold plastic phallus went into my mouth. I started to act upset, but she said "Be a good boy or I'll really punish you". Whereas before, I would have never thought about this as sexy, now being in a submissive position in complete control of this young girl was turning me on big time. I started to suck slowly as I longed to pull my hands up her legs to her ass and squeeze tight as I could. "Oh, fuck yeah! Gooood boy!" I hear her light another cigarette and feel her hands on the back of my head as she starts to gyrate her hips pumping my mouth harder. I gag for a second and she slowly pulls back, laughing. "You loving that dick, Tony?" She mocks and shoves two rapid times in succession. I keep it up as she pulls my hair and tells me "You're my slut, now". After a few minutes of this, she pulls out and puts the gag back into my mouth. "Down on the floor and spread your legs, slut". I do and she straddles up to me in missionary position, grabbing my hips and pulling them right up to hers with her strapon bumping against my hard erection as she pumps my cock a few times. She rocks back and forth a little as I feel her lubing up her 'cock'. She then positions her phallus at the head of my 'manpussy'. She enters the first few inches slowly, then pushes the rest in in one smooth thrust. "Well, now you can say you've been fucked." She says in a maliciously playful tone. I'm in awe as this cute little virginal looking girl was taking my (anal) virginity. She starts to pound hard as hell and folds me up like an accordion as if she wants to break me or something. "Fuck.. fuck..yeah..you like that..?" I wanted so bad to be free of all these restraints. Even though this was 'gay' by common male standards, I could care less. It felt good! Damn good! She was pumping at a rapid pace as I almost felt her in my bowels. It hurt, but damn...this was my kind of hurt! "Yeah, slut! Take that dick! Momma's gonna destroy that sweet ass!". I now know how some of my older girlfriends felt when I had did the same thing to them. I was moaning hard through the gag and she stopped after a minute. "I'll take your restraints if you do one more thing for me. Open your mouth one more time." I wonder to myself who was driving the vehicle? He hadn't said a word. I open my mouth and feel another phallic object enter my mouth, but this time it is a real flesh and blood cock, which has to be at least 8 inches. Instead of surprise, I am really geting into it right off as this is my first time with a man and I have no idea who he is or what he looks like, which was a real turnon. I started sucking hard at first thinking about all the blowjobs I had received over the years. After the first minute, I stopped to slowly lick, kiss, and taste everything from the base to the tip. I then went at it harder and faster as I leaned forward to reach the base and almost gagged. I didn't stop or hesitate though, as he pushed me back and I kept the suction immediately after the millisecond gag, and kept sucking harder. I then felt him erupt down my throat. "Aaaaahhhh, yeah!" He screamed. He held my head there as I heard the girl say "Guests always swallow." "Mmmmm...gulp." They took off my gag, blindfold, and cuffs. Now, it all made sense. The guy was Barry. He must have set this up from the getgo. He was sitting in a chair now, as he smiled at me and joked "Damn you really loved that hard cock, didn't you?" "Man, I had no idea you were this kinky!" The girl jokes "He missed a few spots", pointing to some cum left on the head of his cock. "Should I?" she says coyfully staring at his member. She gets down to start sucking the last bit off and I join her, as we kiss and suck on his rock hard erection. I'm really turned on by this because this dick has seen so much pussy, it's a local legend and I'm sharing it with this hot, barely legal schoolgirl with the dirtiest mouth I've probably seen on a gal so young. He then stopped us and said "Ready to fuck?" He looks at me with a real dead serious and horny look on his face. As he was sitting and showing off his ripped physique and hard cock, he told me "Have a seat, buddy." I backed up and and started to lower myself down steadily as he held his member in one hand and used the other to guide me down onto him. He immediately started pumping my ass hard as I bounced up and down at as fast a pace as I could muster. The girl was getting horny standing around and she stood up oh the armrests of the chair to straddle his face. He was eating her out like only he could and she was screaming at the top of her lungs shoving her vagina into his face as if she wanted to smother him. I turned around on Barry's raging cock to face the girl and him. I kept bouncing as I bent forward to lick her ass. She screamed all of a sudden, getting up, "I want a dick in my pussy now!" "I want yours!" She looked at me sinfully evil. She laid down on her side as I got behind her and lifted one leg. Barry got behind me and as I slipped into her wet juicy snatch, She cried out "Fuck me..yes, oh god!" Barry entered me right after I slid in, in a 1-2 motion. He was pinching my nipples as I played with hers. We lay there, fucking in one big sweaty mass of horny, human flesh. As hard as I pounded her, he pounded my tight ass pushing me harder into her wetness. Damn this girl was cute! I can't believe this hottie is legal! And I'm having my first bisexual experience with this teenie and a man who many local women and now I know some men lust over! I was in ecstasy as I felt her orgasm. That was my cue. I could hold back no longer, cumming in her tight little cooch like a geyser. Another few seconds and I felt Barry empty his full, hot load into me. After taking a short break to catch our breaths, Barry suggested that we double team Tina as I found out her name finally. "Why don't you show him your favorite position, you little slut?" Barry says. She smiles "Mmm" she laughs. "My pleasure." She walks over and gets down on all fours as Barry gets behind her pussy and shoves it in immediately, without hesitation. I walk to her front and before I can even get into position, she pulls my cock to her mouth, practically devouring my cock like an animal, as the room echoed with slurping, slapping, moaning, and grunting noises. The drool was flowing from her mouth in puddles as she let it all go. This was my chance to be a little rough. I held her head and shoved in her until I heard her gag and blow some spit, then I pulled out completely. "You bastard" she said before lunging back for the dick. The whole time Barry kept up, pounding her like a piston as I could see her ass shake. I gagged her a few more times. When I pulled out the last time, Barry was finally cumming, filling her to the brim. As I pulled out from gagging her I came a bucketload on her face and with Barry cumming in her at about the same time, she screamed "God, I love it!". I told her to lay on her back and when she stared at Barry and me with that glazed look in her eyes, and all three of our combined juices running down each leg. She still had to be finished off. We took one look at each other smiling, before both dropping to opposite legs and starting to lick up , starting at the ankles and working up to meet at her wet pussy in a hard kiss. We took turns eating her out before Barry and I used a finger each and curled it to 'that spot' making her cum a storm. Then we looked up and I saw her take her finger and remove some of my cum from her face and suck on her finger, smiling at me. I got up and got Barry up as we told her to keep her mouth open and we licked her face clean and both fed it to her. She swished it around a little swallowed in it all with a smile and didn't even flinch as she made a slow swallowing sound. She moved up as we all three kissed and collapsed right there. Tina lit another cigarette and passed it around. We went a couple more times before the night was over and everybody left having fucked and been fucked in every hole or organ by everybody else. Me and Barry would become best of friends, doing everything from rockclimbing and skydiving to hangin out and shooting pool. In future sessions, we would invite more girls, guys, and even a shemale once. But that's another story. This was my coming out experience. My new awakening. Life had just gotten to be twice the fun and it was just the beginning. Ciao... Awakening September 30th: The night of my true awakening as a woman, as a human being – the opening of my soul; the chance to embrace my true self, my submissive self ... what a remarkable feeling, this feeling of being alive, and now I know that there is no turning back. I had, at the urging of these deeply submissive desires, gone online to a site dedicated to assisting those in the BDSM lifestyle find partners. I made myself a little profile, not giving away too much of me, not posting a picture for fear that someone I knew would discover my slutty, little secret. Of course there were instant emails from Dominant men, from submissive men, from kinky couples, but none struck me too much as being anything interesting. I read one profile of a gentleman who sounded intriguing, but I was too scared to write to him, still trapped inside of my fear of the unknown. Oddly enough though, several days later I received a message from Him that was eloquent and intelligent, it definitely caught my attention and I replied ... that was the door creaking open. We met for coffee the next day after work. He looked totally normal, still dressed in his clothes he had worn to the office. I don't know what I was expecting him to be wearing – a cape or something obnoxious and obvious - but you would never know that this man sitting across from me was an experienced Dominant who, according to his profile, was into rope bondage, chastity piercing, anal play, spanking ... my head was spinning. I have never been so at a loss for words; I was uncharacteristically grasping for how to explain my thoughts to him. I'm usually so eloquent and charming and funny and witty and sarcastic, yet as he examined me with his eyes, peering right into the depths of my darkened soul, I was at once unarmed. So vulnerable and small and stupid – he knew exactly how to press my buttons, gently but firmly. "Rory, explain to me what exactly it is that you're doing here sitting across from a handsome Dom such as myself?" The words rolled off his tongue like nothing. He didn't have an air of ego or conceit, but rather, he seemed warranted in his query. What was I doing here? My words were stuck inside my throat. I smiled and then giggled in an attempt to divert his attention from my unease. I twisted a chunk of hair around my finger and bit my lip. Then I really felt the weight of his gaze, the fact that he was reading my every emotion. He made me melt to nothing, to a little slut that admitted to smacking my own ass with a ruler, and willingly clasped safety pins on my own tender, sweet, pink nipples. I spilled my entire insides out to this strange and handsome and commanding man. He didn't flinch. He asked me if I wanted him to spank me, he even offered to take me back to his house now and take care of me and my little ass that was begging to be tortured. I could formulate no response other than to hang my mouth open and sense the wetness that was ever present between my legs. He knew this. I declined his offer to spank me, citing an early morning, but in reality I was petrified. I wanted to get a handle on the situation – I felt completely out of control and that was an unfamiliar feeling to me. He walked me to my car after dinner, guiding me with his hand placed gently on the back of my neck. We kissed sweetly, but steamy enough to make me flush with excitement, leaning up against the side of my car. He smiled at me as he guided me into the front seat of my car, and then asked me, rather inquisitively, if I was wearing any panties. "Yes." I answered naively. Not knowing what he would demand next. "Take them off and give them to me." I was shocked. I stared at him wide-eyed and protested. "Right here? But, but, everyone can see." I complained, but was so highly turned on by his commanding demeanor. "I'm not asking you, Rory." He smiled only slightly, serious and sinister. "But, but..." I looked around, and couldn't see anyone blatantly watching us, although there were apartments directly in front of us. I looked at him. All I had to do was slam the door and drive away. But I hesitated. I looked at him and then closed my eyes, bit my lip and ran my hands up underneath my skirt, pulling my pink and fuchsia thong from my wet cunt. I balled it up in my hand and thought about the decision that would change me forever. "Give them to me, Rory." He gently coaxed me. I looked at him and held my hand over his, still not unleashing my grip on the panties, pressing my lips together with deep thought. His eyes were conveying a sense of trustworthiness though, and I let them go into his hand. "Good girl." He praised me as he stuffed them into his pocket. "Oh my god, what have I done?" I said aloud, more to myself than to him. "You have my panties." He smiled that sinister, deviant smile, clearly enjoying this. He chuckled softly. "You can get them back. Do you want me to tell you how?" He dangled the proverbial carrot in front of me. I nodded my head and pleaded for him to tell me how to undo this regret I was no feeling for having given a complete stranger the panties I had worn all day long, that were saturated with my passionate juices. I was lamenting my slutty ways and chastising myself, not paying attention to his implicit instructions of how to get the panties back. "When you are ready to be spanked into submission, you are to call me and say, 'I've been a very bad girl, and I need to be punished, Sir.'" Those words would jumble around my head and cause me much suffering down the line, simply because I could not recall the exact phrasing of that instruction. "Additionally, from now on you are to address me as either Sir or Daddy. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir." I felt flush with naughty arousal. I wanted to say Daddy, but that seemed too naughty. The next morning I awoke after I had rubbed it out again for the second time since I had met him, and picked up the phone and called him. I got his voice mail. I left a long, blabbering message about how I had enjoyed our meeting and was looking forward to seeing him again. When I got to work, I checked my email. There was an email from Him: "Rory, do you not remember my instructions? I told you to call me and I told you exactly what to say. However, you did not comply with my instructions. Think about it and try again." Shit!! I couldn't remember exactly what he told me to say. I thought about it, twisting my hair around my finger, wracking my brain for the proper phrasing for the following three hours until my lunch break. I found a quiet spot outside and phoned him again. "Hi, it's Rory." Shit, I was already sounding stupid. "Um, I have been naughty and I need to be spanked." I felt so dumb as I spoke these words on his voice mail. I felt like everyone around me knew what a stupid slut I was. No return phone call, but when I checked my email back at the office, there was one waiting from him. "Rory. You are making me impatient. I know that you're inexperienced, but paying attention to details is key. Here is what you are to say." He wrote what I was supposed to say, and I called him on my way home from the office, humbly begging for forgiveness, and using as many "Sir's" as possible. I admitted that I had been a very bad girl and I need to be punished by Him. October 1st – I walked across the street and up to his doorway, dressed exactly as he had told me to: a skirt, high heels, a button down shirt without a bra, but he wanted me to wear panties this time because he wanted to take them off of me himself, he explained. I was to wear my hair in a pony tail because he wanted to see the tattoo on the back of my neck. I sighed as I thought of the fact that he had, in his possession, the panties that I was wearing the night I met him. He had ordered me to take them off at the end of the night, after I admitted that I wanted to feel his hand against my ass, spanking me until I begged him to let me orgasm. The thought of that just makes me so wet. I got to his door and called him on the apartment intercom. He had told me that he would be down in a second. The seconds turned into minutes and I was standing there on the street, alone with my thoughts, feeling naked: what am I doing here, what would people think, what is going to happen tonight, am I doing the right thing, oh shit, I really am a slutty whore! Was I following my gut or my cunt? I was following both, I determined. I looked around the street, arms crossed in front of me to protect my unprotected breasts from strange eyes and biting breezes. I bit my lip and shifted on my tall, yellow heels wondering why he was making me wait out here so long, and just when I felt desolate and rejected, he walked out from another side door along the eastside of the building, and toward me. I smiled and then looked down with sad, seductive gratitude. He studied me, tilting his head and taking me in with his piercing brown eyes. He looked casually handsome in jeans and a tee shirt, very unsuspecting. He smiled at me, but just barely. "I see you followed my orders, little one." His eyes looked pleased. He flicked my nipple. It perked up through the flimsy material that my shirt was made of. That startled me. "I did, Sir." I whispered tentatively; my cunt was on fire, and a rush of blood to that region made me feel lightheaded with desire. I knew how to show respect with my words. "Good girl." Oh, how that sent me out of my body. Just a compliment from a strange man – what kind of slut was I? My head was still spinning; my heart was in my throat, my stomach swarmed with butterflies. He took my hand and led me into his building. My chest heaved with anticipation. He pressed the call button for the elevator and we waited for the doors to open. Once inside, he undressed me with his eyes, silently purring in delight, and He pushed the greasy button with a faded "3" to propel us to floor three. Mid-way up to floor "1," he snickered, leaned toward the control panel and pulled the STOP button. My eyes widened in panic. My heart raced and adrenaline pumped through my body. My throat closed completely up. "Turn around." He hissed quietly but firmly. I complied immediately. "Put your elbows, palms and forearms against the wall. Spread your legs." I scrambled, furiously trying to obey. He kicked my ankles apart because I wasn't moving fast enough. I started to turn my head to look at him and he shoved my face down so that I was staring at the floor. I choked back a tear. He yanked my jean skirt up over my hips, exposing my bare ass, only a tiny thong running through the back of my crack. SMACK! His hand landed on my right butt cheek hard. "That's for not paying attention to details." He gripped my hair and pulled my head back so that he could breathe his comment into my tiny ear. SMACK!!! Went his hand on my left cheek, forcing me to forward; nicking my knee on the carpeted wall. "You will pay more attention to detail in the future, right, my little slut?" His tongue was in my ear, sending fiery shocks to my nether region whilst my buttocks stung with shame. "Yes, Sir," I managed a small choked response from my mouth. SMACK!!! He hit the first butt cheek again, sending a tiny tear from my eye. OW! DAMN! ~!SIGH@!~ "Of course you will pay attention to details, little one, because that is what matters the most." One more hard SMACK, ~Ow! Ow!~ and He rubbed my heated ass cheek before pulling my skirt back down. He then turned me around, smiled at me, and kissed me deeply. Then He un-pressed the STOP button so that we could ride up to floor three with my reddened butt and heaving chest. And, in looking back, I cannot believe that I was bold enough to ask the following question, but I did anyway due to my naiveté. "Was that my punishment then, Sir?" He just laughed and shook his head. "Not even close. That was just to get your attention." I just grinned tentatively at him underneath my stormy gaze, and stifled a giggle. His eyes reading my every thought the second it crossed through my mind. He was like some sort of twisted and handsome wizard man. Being in His presence made my heart wrench up into a ball inside of my throat and then plunge at lightning speed down to my belly. Being near Him, I felt entranced by His energy. We got inside of His loft. I was worried about the alleged "roommates" that He mentioned He lived with, but I was too nervous to say anything. He must have sensed my unease, as I stared wide-eyed and drank in the new space I was in – not sure of exactly what I was walking into. "We're alone, little one." He hissed, reading my mind. "Turn right, and down the darkened hallway." He laughed sinisterly as he led me down to his wing of the penthouse. He opened the door for me, and I gasped just slightly, lamenting my outward display of shock. I saw a suspension bar hanging from the center of the ceiling. My mouth hung open and I abruptly closed it upon seeing His delighted smile spread across His face. The bed was made with an exotic throw placed over the top of the spread and luscious pillows topped off the scene. The huge sheepskin rug in the center of the room was decadent and I longed to roll around on that with my naked body. Candles, incense, music... I was immediately transported to a euphoric bliss. He was going to teach me; I was in his confident command. I listened as he gave me implicit instructions: "Kneel on the rug, sitting back on your heels, knees open to me, and palms resting upward on your thighs." He instructed me and I kneeled down. He came to me, pulling off my shoes. He could see the arousal and apprehension on my face. He gently stroked my cheek. "Close your eyes." He demanded, and I obliged. I had told Him earlier on the phone that I wanted to have a conversation about boundaries and maybe a "safe word" or something of the sort, he promised that it would occur prior to any sort of fun that we were to have. "So," I could hear him moving about the room, my eyes closed, arranging things in such a way that he saw fit. "If you are uncomfortable, close to the 'edge' as they say, then the word is yellow." He instructed me to indicate my comprehension; I nodded in understanding. "And red, if you say the word red, then the entire night halts, comes to a stop, everything, Rory, and then we can talk about what it is that you are uncomfortable with." I understood that if I said the word "red" then I would ruin every wonderful thing that was about to happen. I imagined what could possibly make me need to say that word. I wondered what the night held. I wondered if I could take it. His dark eyes stared into my closed eyes – I could feel it. "And additionally, if you cannot speak," this frightened and turned me on all at once... if I was not able to speak ... "then make an 'okay' sign with your first finger and your thumb. It doesn't mean okay, but it means 'red.'" He positioned my right hand in the manner of which he spoke of, and my cunt flushed with hot shame. There was no way I was putting an end to anything that happened tonight. I had waited my entire life for this. He unbuttoned my top and let my taunt breasts be exposed to him. I heard him moan with delight, and he moved to kiss my chest. He ran his hand up my skirt and pulled at my underwear, the ones he demanded I put on, (if only for him to take off at his behest.) He unbuttoned the remaining 3 buttons, and then pulled my shirt off of me. He then made me lie down on my back and shimmy my skirt down to my knees so that he could enjoy my ass ordained only with my tiny thong slithering through my crack. "On your stomach." He demanded briskly, and I obeyed, burying my face in the white rug. "Hands clasped behind your head." "Butt up, knees spread," He slapped the insides of my thighs in protest at my inexperience, and I immediately obliged him spreading my knees wide for him. "Good girl." He finally praised, and again, my pussy responded with a resounding wetness flooding to the forefront. He pulled my panties down to my knees and played with my pussy. Oh, how it ached for his touch and I so responded. He pinched my clit and cupped my entirety, and then stroked me again and again. He was very pleased as I moaned in ecstasy into the rug, as his hand ran over the length of my sex. He plunged his fingers inside of me, probing, as if inspecting his new slut. I groaned with submissive pleasure. He played with me, teasing my pussy, making me moan and writhe, pushing my hips up toward him. "Ohhh, look at my good little slut," he cooed in pleasure. "I love the way you thrust your pussy on my hand. Look at what a sexy little slut you are." He pushed me higher by unexpectedly smacking my ass with his other hand. I felt like I could barely catch my breath. Oh, I felt sick with shame. Why was I such a slut!??! I felt like I could vomit, or orgasm, or both even! "Are you a come slut or a pain slut, Rory?" His words shuddered through me. I was aroused and scared all at once. He pumped me with nearly his fist inside of me. I couldn't answer that. He smacked my ass hard, pushing my face into the bear skin rug, and catching my breath in my throat. "I don't, know, Sir." I whimpered into the rug. He pulled his hands away from me. "You don't know?" He snickered back at me, mocking me. "Oh, I think we'll just have to find out then, Rory." He tweaked my nipple just to see my shocked reaction. He took my wrists in one hand, and fastened deliciously thick, fur-lined leather cuffs on them. I was secretly pleased. Now I no longer had control. Then he clicked another set of matching cuffs onto my ankles and I was even more pleased, because they were being spread wide apart and locked into position. I was being led up by him, my arms outstretched and attached to ropes going from the d-ring on my wrist cuffs to the suspension bar, (because I was too short,). My ankles securely strapped onto the hobble bar and then chained again to the restraints hidden underneath the bed. And now, I just felt like an animal might feel – chained up and helpless. And then I felt humiliated because I realized that I was the one who had asked for this in such a way; willingly let this man put me in such a vulnerable position – open, exposed so horny and ready to be taken and ravaged completely. I didn't feel sexy unless he looked at me, which he did, because I could feel the weight of his stare. And then, I only felt a smidgen of sexiness intertwined into my humiliation. I felt lovely and sick and vulnerable and at ease all at the same time. I felt truly alive for the first time in my entire life. I could never remember a moment so vivid in my life. My body was in the shape of a "V". If I could have seen it from above, I'm sure that I would have seemed angelic – this little blonde cherub strapped and chained and bound for whatever this Dom had in mind. He ran his hand over the length of my sex, smiled and picked up the coverlet from atop his bed ... Atop the entire bed there lay an array of delightful punishment devices: whips, paddles, floggers, crops, leather belts in various thickness and decoration ... clothespins even! My heart slammed down to my stomach, shocked and amazed, and my head swirled with wonderment and awe. My eyes must have looked as a little doe's caught in the cross-hairs might have. I started to hyperventilate, and a fluttery knot thickened in my belly, making my throat close up. Butterflies swarmed around inside of my abdomen, and I was completely lost in what I would later realize was the next level of sub-space. I was bound up here in this man's room, naked and at His mercy to torture and pleasure me for as long as He desired. The music swelled in perfect companionship to his surprise. Awakening He reached to a side table and picked up the gag. My eyes widened. "Do we need to gag you?" He was asking himself more than asking me. "Nah, I want to hear my little girl scream out." He chuckled and put the gag back on the table. "But I will blindfold you." He smiled and placed a silk blindfold over my eyes, fixing my hair to look just the way he wanted it to look. Now all of my senses were piqued and on full alert. Everything suddenly felt tingly and hyper-sensitive. My head was swirling and my breath was caught up in shallow spurts that seemed to keep rhythm with my heartbeat. I could hear him moving about behind me, gathering together his chosen punishment tool to use on me. "Let's start you out slowly with a light flogging." Since I had not a clue as to what this entailed, I was pretty nervous. I almost could cry just from the overwhelming feeling of anticipation that flooded through me. The flogger didn't hurt ... at first. Actually, it felt a little bit like a light but firm massage. I was enjoying the gentle snap of the soft cords on my skin. And then once He got going, really getting into the rhythm of whipping my buttocks, upper thighs – the wisps of the tips brushing against my sex, then suddenly shifting his attention to my shoulder blades with increasing pressure in every stroke, then it began to hurt, but oddly in a very pleasurable way. I could take it; I wanted to take it. He sensed that, and He switched from what felt like soft nylon to one made of leather, and as the strips of leather landed on my flesh it stung but to my utter amazement, pleasingly so. My eyes rolled back into my head and I slipped another level, deeper into sub-space. He then untied my wrists from the suspension bar, cuffs still on, of course, and repositioned me face down on the bed with a slanted pillow tucked underneath to support me. I was dizzy with lust. My wet flower open to Him, my cunt and ass at the perfect angle to play with and torture. He spread my arms out and snapped each wrist to a thick chain that was hidden underneath the bed. My ankles were still stretched apart by the wide spreader bar. I was utterly helpless. "Angels are weeping, Rory." He whispered and raked his soft fingertips all the way from my wrists, down my glistening back and upward through my inner thighs, as he admired his work. "You look so beautiful," he gently traced his fingers over the tiny welts that painted my creamy ass and thighs. "Daddy's beautiful, slutty angel." I shuddered quietly at his touch and was helpless to the eroticism that consumed me. He controlled my body with his hands and words. I melted under his spell. "Now, tell me. Have you been a bad girl, Rory?" He asked as He ran his hand over the length of my sex, eventually cupping it completely with his big hand. I hesitated in answering, lost in the moment, and He slapped me on my most sensitive part hard, causing me to buck forward and render a response. "I,uh, " I stuttered, my throat dry and breathy. "Yes, Sir." "Yes, Sir what, Rory?" He demanded, growing impatient. My head swirled, it was difficult to concentrate. "Yes," I whimpered, "I've been ..." I hyper-ventilated for a minute, trying to formulate the words in my mouth, "a very bad girl, Sir." I whispered. "I'm very sorry. Please, Sir, don't punish me." I shuddered wondering what he would do with that information. "You can be sorry all you want to, silly girl." He cooed, enjoying himself completely. "But that doesn't change the fact that Daddy will have to punish his little slut, and you know that." I felt the opening of my sex swell with arousal. He knew the effect He was having on me, and he grinned at me with dark humor. Instinctively, he plunged two of his fingers inside of me. I groaned with delight and humiliation. I rolled my head back and my thoughts got caught up in my throat. "But I want you to tell me why Daddy has to punish his little girl, Rory." My head swirled, I felt lightheaded and on the edge tears. How could I tell him? My voice was barely audible, as I felt broken down to a stupid little girl and not the self-possessed, confident young lady everyone normally knew me as. "Because Daddy's little slut didn't listen carefully enough to His directions the other day." I spoke the words too soft for anyone else besides Him to hear, dry mouthed and gulping for air. "And what do you think your punishment should be, Rory?" He was going to make me say it, there was no getting out of this. "I think that ..." I struggled with the revelation. "A spanking," I whispered these words at such a low decibel that they were nearly inaudible, "a spanking would teach me a lesson, Daddy." A few small tears crept out of the sides of each eye, but I was facing away from Him so that He couldn't see. He brushed his hand up inside between my buttocks. I felt so aroused and peaceful. Tense and relaxed all at once, it was an awkwardly beautiful and seductive feeling. His little girl, waiting and ready for him to mold and develop and corrupt and play with, for anything He desired. I was so very wet in my nether region, and my heart was racing and I felt deliciously deceitful and slutty. "Daddy is going to spank you, baby girl, and you're going to count them out, okay?" He rubbed the apples of my buttocks and warmed his hand up to punish me. I whimpered and protested by shaking my head back and forth, to no avail. I then relented, "okay, Daddy." And a small tear fell, but He didn't even notice. SMACK! Went His hand on my right cheek! FUCK! Ow! "One!" That stung so much, I didn't think I could take much more. But he swatted me again, this time on the upper left hand side of my butt. "Ow!!" I screamed before counting, "two!" I kicked my feet up at him in protest. He didn't think that was cute. He smacked my ass again, this time right in the most fleshy center with his fingertips marking against my right fold. "Three!" I squealed! And he continued his torment on my ass for a total of 100 spankings, until my make-up, what little I wore, was smeared down my face and I was completely and totally submissive and would do anything, anything He asked of me. I was broken and so happy and so aroused and so alive. I couldn't think of anything else except the euphoric feeling that I never wanted to have leave my being. And that is when he positioned himself behind me and rubbed the tip of his long cock around my wet opening. I moaned. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back on Him, but not putting his length inside. "Look at my dirty little girl," I started to weep from the release ... "Tell me, Rory, what do you want Daddy to do?" Awakening Dawn approaches and I stir against my Master's warmth. Automatically, I want to touch and caress Him, to soak up His essence. Desiring to elicit moans from my Master, I slowly slide down His body and gently welcome Him into our world by grasping His cock in my hand. I begin stroking Him reverently, worshipping His cock like the sacred object it is. I can think of no greater pleasure than to service my Master's perfect cock. Slow, warm strokes slowly arouse my Master. I feel Him gently push my head to the tip of His cock. I let my mouth linger for a moment, letting my warm breath caress Him as I open my my mouth to take Him into me fully. My Master's cum tastes amazing. His essence is made for me and me alone. I noticed very quickly in life that the taste of certain men's cum was horrible to me. I would do anything to not have them cum in my mouth. My Master's cum tastes sweet upon my lips and feels even better dripping down my cum-soaked lashes, onto my cheeks, and finally into my hungry mouth. Master has set aside today for my training, and I am eager to please Him. I am a wonderful submissive, and I'm always looking for things I can do to enhance my Master's pleasure as well as my own .Training has been fairly simple for me so far. Most things come naturally. Other things I struggle with in some sort of inner battle. Lately, I have noticed one of my biggest blocks in a wave of jealousy that has hit me. I think it stems from the fact that I am falling in love with my Master. It is a new emotion to me and I feel a bit vulnerable and out of sorts. Master has been patient with me about this. I have been keeping some of it inside. I know I have to explain my feelings to Master. Without my complete openness, we can never achieve what we wish. As I've said, today is a day of training, and one of the things that I've had problems with is being vocal sexually. Not on paper, but vocally. In all honesty, a Girl Scout could talk dirtier than me. I hear the thoughts race through my mind, "Master, I am your complete slut. My mouth is your perfect fuck toy. Use me and let me feel your control. I need your hot cum to spurt all over my face!" I think over and over, "Dirty, filthy thoughts. Dirty, filthy thoughts." He prompts me, and my mind goes blank, my mouth goes dry. I suspect that my deliciously slutty mantra leaps from my mind directly into that of one of those trampy little Girl Scouts. Today, come hell or high water, my verbal slut will be awakened in me. I will become a slut goddess of verbal begging and completely whorish behavior. I know it's in me, I just need to find the right trigger. My lesson has already begun with my mouth teasing my Master from His slumber. I feel Master's hand playing with my silky blond hair. "Slut," my Master moans, "tell me more." I turn my head up to my Master, my mouth still full of His cock, and slowly pull away. "Master, I want Your cum to be the first thing I eat this morning," I reply. I hear a soft chuckle erupt from my Master's lips. I feel crestfallen. "You'll need to do better than that, girl, if you want your Master's cum. I have a nice load waiting for you, you dirty lil toy. Tell me more" I sigh and lick the tip of His cock. I look at Him again. "Master, my lips are savoring Your hard cock while Your pussy is twinging in jealousy from my mouth getting to enjoy Your hard length. Make it scream from want of You. Fuck my mouth like You were fucking Your hot little cunt that I keep so nicely for You." I get bolder and add, "I love it when You slap my cheeks with that perfect, hard cock and tell me how much You love Your fuck toy. I am Your fuck toy, Master. Use my face and my mouth till Your hot cum is dripping all over me." I look up for approval and my Master smiles. I see Him give way to the moment, enjoying my behavior and the sensation of my rose bud mouth sucking at Him greedily. I let go of the outside world and fall in tune with the rhythm we have together. I hear the wet sucking noises I am making, and my Master's quickened breath. I never feel more complete than when I see my Master cum. I feel His cock grow harder, and the little vein that runs up His shaft begins to pulse. I love running my tongue on it. His gentle strokes in my hair moments before become painfully erotic. He begins to rock into my mouth hard, making me gag and loving every minute of it. I taste the drops of precum and my cunt twinges in absolute jealousy of my mouth. My mouth has become the vessel which my Master can fuck anytime. I swallow all of Him. I enjoy the heat and sweet taste of His cum as it shoots down the back of my throat. Feminine satisfaction soars through me as I enjoy my breakfast snack. I pull away slowly, feeling my Master's body spasm slightly. He pulls me to Him. "You did a good job, slave, waking your Master this morning. I am proud of you. This is how I wish to be awakened every morning." I love the reassuarance from my Master. I beam happily. I am told to prepare coffee for Master and I. I go to the kitchen wearing only my collar. When Master and I are alone, I am to be always naked. I love the freedom of it. My collar is a symbol of who and what I am; my Master's slave. I pour coffee for us, and turn to see my Master sitting on the couch. He takes my breath away. His features could be described as wholly masculine. Hazel eyes that sometimes look like amber flecked in green, other times almost blue. He has a stern mouth and a smile that lights up His whole face. I love looking at Him this way, still sleepy yet sated. I take pride in His pleasure. I kneel before Him and offer Him His cup. He leans forward and pinches my nipples. "Slave, prepare a shower for us, please." He pulls a little harder as I slide away, and I feel my pussy get wet and slick again. I have not cum today and I am still damp from giving my Master a lovely morning blow job. I turn and walk into the bathroom. I light all of the candles, enjoying their soft, warm glow as I turn on the water. I love the ritual of servicing my Master, little things like helping Him shave or even just washing Him. The steam starts to rise into the air and Master walks into the room. "Slave,' He whispers above the sound of the water, "get in the shower and kneel before me. Now!" I smile, knowing His intent. He says sternly, "Beg for your Master's piss." I adore water play. The taboo of it makes me wickedly hot. I kneel happily and beg, truly beg for what's to come. "Master, I want You to splash Your piss on my face. I want it to run down my breast and drip into Your hot cunt. I love it. I am your total sex slut." I feel the hot spray hit me and I squirm from the ecstasy of it. He cannot take it either; this is a huge turn-on for both of us. He barely finishes and pulls me to Him. I can taste Him on our lips and I am wild from want of Him. "Master, my God, please fuck me now. I need to cum. I need Your hard cock in me." He pulls my hair forcefully and bends me over so my ass is sticking in the air. I am bracing myself on the shower wall. He plunges His hard cock into me. I feel Him fill me all at once, and I scream from the pleasure of it. We are not going to last long. This is no gentle fucking. He is pistoning into me and I am loving every moment of it. I beg for release. I Beg over and over to cum. He slaps my ass hard and tells me, "Now slut, cum now!" My body shatters and I feel Him explode inside of me. I cannot tell you the oneness I feel right now with my Master. I know in my heart no other man can make me feel this way. The wild abandon, the joy, and the freedom. He pulls me up and we race to clean up while the water's still hot. We look at each other and smile, knowing this day is going to be one to remember. Awakening She was lying on the bed, freshly pampered from her bath. Smoothly shaven and oiled, I hear her call me into the bedroom. I found her lying on the bed, absent-mindedly playing with her collar, massaging herself with the whip; dragging it slowly and delicately across her tits, running in down to her smooth, soft, and obviously wet open pussy. Smiling at me she almost whispers, "Master, it's slowly becoming a part of me, as you are now, my owner, master, and lover. I need it as much as I do you. The softness I feel now, the pleasure of the sting and pain it gives me when you are in control of my lust." Almost in a trance, she takes the handle and begins to lightly massage her clit, breathing raggedly as it slowly disappears into her soul, her legs opening wider to admit the handle. "Master, please come kiss me." I ease onto the bed, crawl up beside her, and gently kiss her neck, while I whisper to her, "Let it love you in the way you need it, show that whip how much you need it." She then pushes it all the way, whispering, "I need it Master; its beginning to control me as you do." Removing it, she holds it to my lips and I slowly take the glistening handle into my mouth, tasting her sweetness. "Yes baby, it's slowly becoming your master as I am. As she pulled the handle from my mouth, she smiles. "See Master, what its power does for me" I kiss her lips and she sucks in my tongue clean off her juices before sliding the handle deep into her pussy. Her hips rise towards me in slow rhythmic thrusts. Holding it in deep, she grinds on it whispering, "Yes, take control of me as my Master has, my Master's bitch is alive and living" "Yes she is, now show your Master, fuck it, fuck hard, make my cum. Feed your Master's passion." As she fucked herself with handle of the whip, I leaned down, took her left nipple in my mouth, sucking her hard, and deliberate. "Bite me master, bite me." I clamped down on the nipple, she pulled back stretching the tit as far as she could. "Yes Master yes, it feels so good, the pain is so good," she softly wails. The handle again traced across my lips. "Master?" I released her nipple, rose up, and kissed her lips, "Yes baby?" She looked at me and said, "Master, I am ready to cross the threshold we have discussed." "Are you sure?" "Yes Master," as she looked me in the eyes. "Master, hurt me. Show me how much you love your bitch; mark her, let her feel the love from you through the whip. I have felt its softness, now Master I need it power of pleasure through the pain. Hurt me Master." I took the whip from her pussy, slowly sliding it out, taking it to my lips and began sucking her from the handle. "Your cum is so sweet my precious bitch, with those glazed over blue eyes. Yes, it is time." I take her arms and place them behind her head. "Do not move them," I command her as she shakes her head yes. I get out of the bed and walk back around to where she is lying. I leaned down, kissed her gently, and told her, "From this moment on, you can never go back." Kissing me back, she whispers. "Master I don't ever want to go back." With that I slid my tongue down to her open wet and flowing pussy, licking the cum from her lips and thighs. Her hips began to rise, meeting my licks. "Master hurt me, please hurt me. I need it Master, I need it," she began to keen. I stood, looked at her smiled. As the whip lashed across her tits, she arched her back to greet them, crying out, "Yes, yes!" Again, the whip made contact with her nipples, and in turn, they exploded into thick hard nipples. Finally, she was receiving the pleasure that has been hidden from her soul, which is now alive. "Again Master, again." Harder, the whip struck. "I love you Master." She removed her hands from behind her head; she cupped her breasts while looking at her nipples, then looked at me. "Master come sooth them." I sat down, leaned over, and gently kissed each nipple, feeling the thick rubbery skin of the swollen nipple against my tongue. I kissed down her stomach to the smooth skin above her pussy. I knew she was flowing from the spanking; her lips were red, swollen, open, and glistening with her nectar. I licked up the lips in one long slow stroke, savoring all the fluid there, sweet, so sweet. I shifted over her open legs, laid my head on her thigh, and licked, slowly parting her pussy lips with my tongue, to find her clit that had grown larger than ever. It was extended from her hood, hard and proud begging to be devoured, toyed with. I smiled knowing that eventually she will be begging for her second master, the whip. Her pussy tasted of her honey as she began grinding against my tongue. As we danced in lust and passion, I heard her whisper in need, "Lick it Master please, lick me, fuck me, take me, use me Master. Please, I am there, I am there." Looking up at her, kissing her lips, just as I kiss her cheeks. After a quiet and tender moment, I heard her asked, "Where are you? I am ready for my two Masters to take me again, pleasure me with the pain I need." I stood, "Hand me your other master." She reached for the whip, picked it up, kissed it and handed it to me like a general surrendering his troops, except she was surrendering to her Master; surrendering her body, soul, and heart. Two of the things in life she has fallen in love with, the pleasure from pain, and the man that brings her to that doorway, allows her to cross, controlling her with each sting of the whip. Each spanking opens a new pathway for her, a new chapter, and a new threshold she can either stay beyond or travel between. Lately she has not returned, she has chosen to cross and stay, and I am there, holding her hand on a journey she has been waiting for, a journey she has needed since she was a child. With her whisper of," Master, I am here," I am shaken loose from my thought, "Please, please, don't tease me." Before she finishes, the whip makes contact with her swollen pussy. "Yes, yes!" Again, the whip attacks, harder this time. "Is this what you want my little slut?" "Yes, Master. I am; I have to be your slut." I strike her again, even harder than before. "Oh God Master it feels so good, the pain is so good for me. The tenderness ignites this from me, don't be mad Master, please." I stop, look down, drop the whip, and cradle her into my arms, gently kissing her lips, then the tears from her cheeks, I know the are not painful tears, they are tears of lust, passion and love, tears I love to see flow. I kissed her one more time then say, "Roll over my sweet bitch its time." She smiles; rolls over up on her knees, legs spread wide, pussy exposed. I walk around to her, cup her chin and lift her head. As I look down at her, she is purring in contentment. "What is it bitch?" "I have been waiting for you Master." "Suck my cock bitch." A larger smile creeps out. This is the master she needs, the master that will give her all that is wanted for her lust; this master is not gentle. I pull her to my cock by the hair as I growl, "Suck it, and suck it like a bitch that needs to please her Master." She engulfs my cock. I take the leash in hand, hold her tight against me and I begin to fuck her mouth with long deep strokes. Using the leash now as a strap, I raise my hand. The strap makes contact with her cheek. "Ummmmmmmmpk," I hear and her head rises in surprise. Pulling away from my cock, she cries out, "Yes Master, yes, fuck me and spank me!" I pull on the leash, pulling her empty mouth to my cock until she swallows it and her mouth is full again, tilts swaying underneath her,. Showing no mercy, again the whip strikes. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, ummmmmmmmmm," and then a muffled yes, I hear. I could not take it any longer, the arousal of pleasuring her has taken me to the edge, and I pull my cock from her mouth. "Turn around," I command. She does and I immediately slam my cock deep into her pussy, knocking her forward from my entrance. "Yessssssssssssss," she cries out as her head comes up, I grab her by the hair and begin to thrust hard and deep. "Yes, yes, yes," was all she was saying. I could feel her muscles tighten, milking me, for all her worth. I erupted, cumming from down in my inner soul. "Here my bitch, take it. Take it, baby, yes." As I continued to come, she milked me with her pussy, like a baby sucking milk from its mother, her pussy sucked my cum from me. I fell forward, on her, breathing like a marathon runner. I kissed her neck, sucked it gently while whispering in her ear, "I love you. I love you as my bitch and slut, more importantly; I love you as mine and for being yours." I rolled off; she immediately turned around, as agile a cat, and kissed me hard. "Yes Master yes, yes, yes." Smiling, she licked her way to cock, cleaning me ever so gently. When she finished she came to me, kissed me and we lay entwined holding each other. "Master?" "Yes baby?" "I have red streaks on my tits and I can feel them on my cheeks." "I see that baby" "They feel good." I kissed her as I said, "I know." Holding each other quietly we fell to sleep. Awakening Thanks to Eddie for his help, patience and giving me the confidence to finally share my story. * This is a true story Well where can I start? From the beginning, I suppose. Picture this: a bored 30 something housewife, married her high school sweetheart, and then almost 15 years later felt like she was screaming inside with boredom. That was me, and I felt like I was abnormal because I wasn't enjoying lovemaking -- it was always over too soon, was always the same; and if I dared to suggest something out of the ordinary, I was looked upon as if I were dirty. So what did I do? I left. I did try everything to salvage my marriage, but I couldn't live my life the same as it had been. I needed more than he was prepared to give. Six months later I was a sexual wildchild willing to try anything, and for that I give thanks to Ken for opening me up and showing me that there is more to lovemaking than lying on my back with my legs spread. I met and married Anthony a short time later. Anthony knows that the sexy woman he has now is because of Ken, and how he became my teacher When I met Ken, he chased me, flirted with me, and made me feel the way a real woman should feel. There I was, having never slept with anyone else ever (other than my ex), with no self confidence, very little self esteem, and this man who was a real "working man" with his muscles hardened from outdoor work was chasing me. Me with flabby thighs, big bouncing boobs, stretch marks, even my lard arse--as the ex used to remind me. I was so nervous, I had never thrown caution to the wind the way I had done this time. I was way out of my comfort zone. I considered backing out right up to the time I was due to meet Ken. Should I? Shouldn't I? I nearly chickened out on the way. He called me on my mobile and said, "Just come and meet me. If after you do, you decide not to go through with it - you can leave." So there I was, nervous as all hell, like a girl going on her first date, meeting a man I had only chatted to on the phone and on the net. Whew! Huge step, girl. Ken was the perfect gentleman, and we fell into each other's arms. "You are gorgeous," he said. "What on earth are you so worried about?" Unfortunately, after a quick meeting, he had to go back to his conference. I slept all afternoon. Thank heavens. I would need the rest. When I heard Ken come back through the motel room door, I was greeted with such a beaming smile." Get up, Sweetheart," he said. "We are going shopping." "Shopping?" I said. "Yep," said Ken with a huge smile. "No lady such as yourself should ever be without a vibrator." I laughed when I remembered our conversations recently about me being 35 and having never used or touched a vibrator. I tell you walking into that sex store was like taking a kid into a candy shop. I walked out with two gifts -- gifts I still have today: a purple vibe (which was my personal favourite) and a gold vibe. We went back to the motel and then out for dinner, his company had booked the Kookaburra Queen an elegant paddleboat restaurant. Tonight they had put on a buffet dinner. Ken was in high spirits even hand feeding me a piece of lobster, which was juicy and I nibbled suggestively. A little while later Ken and I stood out on the deck and talked. I mostly listened and watched and took in what a gorgeous man he was. Ken was in his middle 40s and you could tell he was a hard worker by the firm muscles in his arms and his body was tanned a rich golden brown from all the outdoor work he did. He wore tight denim jeans that emphasized his butt and the bulge of his manhood. His blue denim shirt hugged his body as much I wish I were hugging him. While we stood and watched the world pass us by we could faintly hear the music drifting out and other peoples voices and laughter. Ken wanted to go, and I had enough drinks to make me happy and relaxed ... the shotties I had as a going home gift from Ken left me warm and giggly. When we arrived back to the motel room, my cheeks were flushed alcohol and anticipation on what was to come. We slowly undressed each other. I had on a pair of trousers, which emphasized my hips, Ken pulled them down swiftly and then edged his fingers in my black lacy g-strings and with one swift yank ripped them from my body. The buttons of my blouse were slowly unclipped and my nipples were already hard straining inside my bra, which was soon discarded like a rag on the floor. As Ken held me and fondled my breasts I slowly unclipped his belt and undid the button and the zip of his jeans. The jeans fell from him and I was slightly shocked to see he wore no underwear. As I took a step back to admire his already engorged cock, he slipped out of his shirt naked except for his socks. Ken wasted no time dragging me over to the bed Ken spent a long time licking, kissing and caressing my breasts. Just to have someone take the time and explore my body: touching, feeling, kissing long and hard -- tasting each others tongues -- feeling fingers everywhere just touching or tickling -- teasing. My body was so alive and excited. I don't think I had ever been so sexually aroused. Ken got up, walked to the bathroom, and bought back my vibes and lube placing then within reach. We fell back into each other's arms, and then I trailed my tongue down his chest till I got to his rock hard cock. I licked it all over before taking the whole shaft into my mouth. I could hear his moans, which only made me want to please him even more, so I sucked harder, sliding my tongue into the slit--which I love doing--and teasing with my tongue. I love sucking cock, and I knew Ken was very close, but all of a sudden he stopped me, and said, "Not yet." He reached for me and started fingering me -- I was so wet and so horny -- I would've done anything, and he knew it. Ken's hands were calloused and rough, and as he placed his rough fingers one at a time inside me I could distinguish the roughness stroking the soft smooth insides of my wet waiting pussy. One finger became two, then one by one another two were inserted until I had four fingers jammed inside my pussy while his thumb was rubbing on my engorged clit. He got me to lay back spread my legs while he lubed up a vibe and slowly inserted it into my pussy while licking and sucking at my clit. Oh God, the sensations that he was giving me! I was like a mad woman bucking with my body to meet the thrusts of the vibe. Ken was fucking me hard with it. I couldn't believe it when I started to cum, and he dug his tongue in deeper where the vibe had been, which made me cum over and over. I started crying. It wasn't tears of pain, but pure joy. No man had ever made me cum over and over so many times. I think Ken was shocked, but he never said anything. He just held me in his arms and started kissing me again. He licked my tears and told me that I would always remember this night. This was what lovemaking was really about. I felt Ken move on top of me and slide his cock inside me. To hear a man moan in pleasure and appreciate my body is wonderful. To feel hands exploring me and a cock slamming deep inside my pussy as I wrapped my legs around his to get him inside me as far as he could go. To feel hot cum spurt inside me as a man is calling MY name and slamming into me as if he will lose me if he stops. I just wanted all of him, all of his cock, all of his cum, and all of the love he had for me at that moment. I laid there, Ken on top, thinking that the night was over. I had never had more than one session of sex in a night! "Are you happy?" he asked. He only had to look at my beaming smile to know I was. He kissed me passionately over and over -- exploring my mouth. We talked on and off while tracing fingers over each other's body. Ken said to me, "do you trust me?" I did. "I want you to relax, and if you say stop I will. OK? " He explored my body with the vibe. Firstly on my nipples, which were now as stiff as cherries. I was so relaxed that I closed my eyes. I felt the vibe move from my nipples down my stomach to the folds of my pussy. I was still wet from our love making, and it slid into my pussy with no effort. He worked it in and out -- sometimes it was the vibe other times I could feel fingers. I got a shock when I felt lube being put on my ass. I did tense up, and Ken said, "It's OK. Trust me. If you say stop, I will." Ever so slowly he inserted a finger -- OMG I had a finger in my ass and OMG it felt good--a different type of sensation as he worked his finger in and out slowly. I was shocked that I was actually enjoying it and could feel my body starting to move. I could feel fingers in my pussy as well, and oh, lordy, it felt so good. "Mmmmm, Baby, want more?" Ken said to me. I nodded as I watched him lube up my vibe. Oh, oh, oh! I thought, "I can't take that." He started ever so gently pushing a little bit at a time into me. Ohhhh! It felt so good! The vibrations and the fingers stroking my pussy felt so good. I was amazed when I could feel the tingles starting in my body and an orgasm racked the very core of my being. It just went on and on and on until I just zoned out with pleasure. I honestly never knew I had it in me. I felt like some wanton slut who wanted everything and more. I had already lost count of the times I had cum. And there was Ken with a raging hard-on and a look in his eyes -- I knew what he wanted. I was scared and sexually excited to the core at the same time. I did go down and suck him -- enough to make him groan and push me away—saying, "Not yet ". I watched him lube up his cock- that made me horny again--and he dropped a huge dollop in my hole, fingered it a bit more making sure it was well coated. He positioned himself behind me and so gently pushed himself inside me. At one stage I said, "I can't, it hurts too much." He just stayed still until I got used to him, and then slid in a bit more. He was so slow. Then I realized that his whole cock was in my arse -- I had taken it all! As he started to work himself in and out slowly, I surprised myself by pushing back and taking it--even more so when I asked for it harder! Oh the sensations! My whole body was quivering in desire as he rocked himself in and out digging his hands into my butt cheeks as he rode me. When another orgasm rocked me, I felt him pick up the pace and slam himself into me until I could feel him cumming inside me. "Ohhhhhh!" we cried as we both collapsed. I don't know how many times Ken reached for me that night - I lost count. He taught me more about my body in one night than I had in 15 years of marriage--and that's sad. Ken and I had a fling that lasted for almost 6 months. Some of our escapades I may share later. Awakening Laure awoke mid-moan, rolling forwards, pressing herself against the flat warmth of the bed. Eyes still closed, a dull pain registered a fraction of a second after the waking of pleasure. The dryness of the roof of her mouth, the slowness of her tongue, and the thick weight of a movement induced headache contrasted strangely with the spreading heat of her groin and the languidity of her limbs. She moaned again, a doubly committed groan, struck somewhere between horror and delight. The fingers that had been gently stroking her mons and abdomen stopped, their cessation tolling in her like some bell of silence - disconcerting and agonising. Her breath caught. She was in bed with someone. As if to prove the point, and perhaps driven by her sudden tension, lips closed firmly on the back of her neck, their soft warmth drawing a ringing sensation from her whole spine and a slow, stuttering exhalation. The fingers began to toy with the springy hair of her groin. She was definitely in bed with someone. How had it happened? She could not remember. The evening had grown hazy early on. The 'girly' evening to half celebrate and half mourn her newfound singledom. Had they gone out? they must have done. Those fingers were too persistent to be a dream. She groaned again as they brushed her clitoris and the lips released her. A foot stroked against her ankle. Laure pulled forwards, away from the tightening arm and prying leg. Languidly aroused or not, her head was too thick for the inevitable penetration. Why had she drunk so much? She had no memory of a club. Arousal was giving way to irritation and the painful ringing of her own pulse. Her need for space growing, she rolled out of bed and stumbled towards her bathroom, grabbing her mobile from the bedside table. In the mirror, she seemed pale, though her nipples were reddened. Another pointless one-night stand. Unremembered and unfulfilling. Gently she probed her groin, seeking the aching signature of inconsiderate shagging. Nothing of that nature. He must have had too much to drink. A relief, though even more disappointing than the seven-stroke shock of her recent lover. Cupping her hands to throw water over her face, she tried to recollect the evening. As her fingers brushed her cheek, she found the texture of her skin slightly altered, something slightly slick mixed in with the clean hardness of the water. Oral? With someone unknown. She felt slightly sick. Bottles of wine, and cocktails of vodka and fruit-juice appeared in shimmering sequence. Memory began to fragment half-way through a film, somewhere around midnight. She had gone to the door with one of her friends, Sarah, and wished her goodnight. Her dress had slipped and Sarah had tweaked her nipple and laughed as she left. Had she felt better she might have smiled wryly at the memory, or perhaps blushed. What then? Her fingers were still slightly numb as she began to write a text to Catherine for a reminder. Presuming that she could remember anything herself - even when Sarah left, Catherine was curled on the sofa, standing an apparent impossibility. No response. It was too early for Catherine to be alert to the vibrations of her phone. It was only because of those fingers that Laure had moaned herself into wakefulness. She must face the moment alone. She turned the lock, opened the door, and walked slowly back to the bed. Expecting the overcharged smell of alcoholic sex, she was slightly surprised at the smell of the room. But she didn't care at the moment. She did not want to see them. That would come all too soon, she knew how this went. Climbing back into the bed, she planted herself with her back to the other body with the resolve of the condemned and fixed her eyes on the screen of her mobile, now returned to the edge of her table. Her muscles tightened as the hand passed over her middle and took hold of her breast. She had known it would come. The pressure of the forearm pulling the mass behind her closer. The chest would come first, and then the penis. She cringed as the chest met her back. He must be overweight. The softness was alien to her. She tried to pull away again, but the arm was insistent. However, something was strange here. The warm softness of the man's abdomen absorbed her back, and she could feel the moving chest. Her buttocks touched his groin, but there was no hardness there. In fact there was nothing. In confusion she tensed yet further, and those lips once more engulfed the back of her neck. In a single quick action, she pulled away and turned around. Catherine smiled, one eye-brow provocatively raised. "Well good morning," she purred, a knowing smirk played on her lips, the hand lingering lightly on Laure's hip. Laure's mouth was slightly open, her brow furrowed, and eyes slightly wild. She had not readied herself for this. Catherine rolled backwards and spread her arm behind her, chuckling ironically, her long hair flicked out by her passing hand - the show of languor abandoned. "You seem surprised." A difficult silence penetrated the air. "Last night, you seemed so desperate..." She turned her face towards Laure again, an unsmiling and less confident face. Finding Laure's expression unchanged, she quickly folded herself to sit on the edge of the bed, and muttered "I should go." Laure stirred her mind. Had Catherine really said desperate? "What do you mean?" She abstractedly studied Catherine's naked form, now turned away from her, head slightly bowed. "For comfort; for touch; for satisfaction." Catherine looked back, her face part hidden by her hair, "Exactly what desperate normally means." "But you're..." Laure broke off rather stupidly. "A woman? - you didn't care last night." As Laure turned herself to sit on her own edge of the bed, Catherine began to gather her clothes from the room, tugging them on awkwardly as she moved with that jerky haste only found in a distressed woman. Her top caught on the back of her shoulders. Still distracted, Laure noted that its front had grazed her still erect nipples. Her hand closed on Catherine's passing wrist, catching her mid-step. Unbalanced, Catherine fell back, towards the bed, stumbled on an abandoned pair of jeans, and fell to her knees, her head coming to rest against Laure's thigh. Again, silence. Not knowing what else to do, Laure released Catherine's wrist and moved her hand to caress Catherine's head. Eyes unfocussed and still half-dazed, Laure absorbed the sensation of the soft thickness of the hair as her fingers passed through it. Something like tension was building under her chest. What now? The hair was locking her hand tighter against Catherine's scalp. Catherine's breath warmed her thigh, and eddied coolly around her groin. Laure felt a hot dampness against her skin, and realised that Catherine was silently crying, the tears stopped between her cheek and Laure's thigh. The tension in her diaphragm was growing. What now? Did it matter? She tightened her grip through the hair, focusing now. Detached. Curious. Watching for Catherine's reaction. Catherine turned her head slightly and soft lips settled slowly against the delicate skin of Laure's thigh. It was like an electrification, an arcing of energy and tension around her groin and legs. The lips left her skin. Somehow she caught the fragmentary moment of realisation. She had closed her eyes, her breathing paused. It was too late to change course, to abandon the abandon that she had chosen. Her headache had been relinquished at the shock of seeing Catherine, and her feelings were now sharp with adrenaline. Her eyes were still closed. Catherine's head moved slightly beneath her fingers, following the weight of her arm, relaxing back into the soft skin of her thigh. The lips began to work more evenly, exploring the soft-ripeness, the tongue tasting the charge locked beneath the soft flesh, in the reviving muscles. Laure gave in to abandon. Her pelvis rolled, turning her vulva toward Catherine, parting her legs, opening the shell of her groin. As Laure reformed her posture, making a precipitate of her desire, so did Catherine's lips. They closed a fleshy bite on the acute angle now exposed, that hard tendon resonating to the plucking of her tongue that tasted the ferrous tension of pheromonal need. Her hand moved slowly up Laure's leg. Underneath her buttocks. Clasping her closer, drawing her towards Catherine's mouth. Catherine's cheek was now being brushed lightly by the thickly pungent hair of Laure's groin, her mouth filled with arousal and anticipation, tasting the desire that clung there. The intensely feminine scent of Laure's arousal was rich in Catherine's breath, she could taste as well as smell it. With her thumb pressed firmly against Laure's stomach, Catherine eased her back, sliding her hand up her subsiding body and closing gently round her breast, circling round her expectant nipple. As her body fully awakened, Laure drew breath. She felt Catherine softly kiss her, the lips straddling her vulva, not pressing but alighting like sparks in tinder. With the sparks came strobe-lit fragments from her memory or imagination: Catherine in ecstatic abandonment astride her mouth; lingering kisses; the long, slow caressing; the passionate engagement of grinding legs and groins. The forgotten hours of last night burned in her mind with magnesium brightness, melding with the present - a dream with sensation. She could feel Catherine's breath pressing and drawing at her mound as those clinging lips formed a wide circle surrounding her clitoris. She moaned softly, and curled her hips upwards as she shakingly released her breath; she felt the tightening of Catherine's lips - the tense suppression of a smile. Feeling the increased tension, she extended her back, vainly trying to press herself further into Catherine's mouth. She could feel Catherine's lips still tightening, their aperture slowly shrinking around her clitoris. It felt as though that nub of sensation were entrapped, burning for release, fanned by the changing pressures of Catherine's mouth. Laure took a sharp intake of breath as she felt the cold shock of Catherine's thumb catching once against her erect nipple. Her breath was released as a great groan as she felt Catherine's fingers stroking delicately across her vulva, as her tongue finally brushed teasingly against her clitoris. Craving penetration, the filling of her expanding body, she pushed herself against those fingers, pressing herself onto them, coating them with her arousal and feeling them entering slowly as she willed them in. She was careless now, living only for this moment and the sensations it brought her. Catherine, sensing this abandon, relaxed into Laure's groin, her tongue exploring, tasting, her lips kissing, her cheeks slipping against Laure's thighs. She began to move her fingers more firmly now, increasing pace, enjoying the fluidity of Laure's vagina against her fingers. Laure instantly understood the beginnings of rhythm: she felt her body keeping pace; the walls of her vagina beginning to contract and subside to the pulse of Catherine's ministrations; the growing tension in the pit of her stomach, at her very core. Tears came to her eyes. Her breathing was now uneven, held for an age after every inhalation, creating its own strain, making the blood sing in her veins. With her pelvis thrust high by an agonisingly long contraction, Laure found release, breath bursting from her in ragged groans, her eyes closed, her head throbbing, her body locked in spasm, with Catherine holding her tightly, her own head tight between Laure's legs. Relaxing her quivering thighs, Laure let her legs drop; taking Catherine's hair in her hands, she shakingly drew Catherine's reddened, glistening face to her own. Clinging together, they rolled into a tangled embrace, kissing in unbridled closeness, Laure tasting herself hotly on Catherine's lips before they unjoined mouths, sinking into one another's shoulders, into their melded tears, and soft, interminable tenderness. Awakening I remember my first time with a woman. I don't know how many of you do but it's crystal clear in my mind. I was a late bloomer to say the least. Well at least when it came to being a lesbian and coming to terms with my sexuality. I didn't realize what I'd been feeling towards women was attraction until I was nearly twenty-two years old. After I came to the understanding, it took me another two years to accept it. Shortly after my twenty-fourth birthday I decided I was ready to be me. I was not the type to come out with my rainbow flag waving proudly three feet ahead of me, announcing my gayness with my name as though they were merged and being a lesbian was all that I am. I was just a bit too reserved for that. Instead, I made subtle changes that allowed me to feel in control all the way through. I told my family first; it seemed the right thing to do. The most important people in my life should definitely hear the words straight out with no sugar coating. I obsessed about it. I lost ten pounds in a month worrying about it. Finally I forced myself to bite the bullet. To my surprise and tremendous relief, everyone took it well and I felt blessed to not be ostracized. The less dramatic changes came easier as time went on. I didn't stop myself from looking at women when in the company of friends or co-workers. I no longer pretended to have a boyfriend, stopped feigning an interest in going on blind dates or being hooked up with the neighbor's nephew. When approached by men I simply replied 'I'm gay' unafraid of who might hear. Eventually the gossip mill served its purpose and everyone at the office knew. No one asked directly though. It was wonderful at first. I felt unburdened, liberated, completely free. As the days went along I began to despair. If by chance, I offend anyone out there reading, please accept my most sincere apology beforehand. I was quite naïve about some things and downright ignorant about others. My experience with gay women was extremely limited. Or at least my experience with women that I was aware were gay. From what I could recognize as a lesbian, they were all hard butch women. I didn't know anything about the dynamics of lesbianism. I had no examples other than the obviously recognizable butches I'd seen, to draw from. I didn't where to go to find other gay women, and if I did, how to approach a woman. I was a wreck with the weight of my confusion. As it goes someone came into my life just when she was supposed to. Her name was Denise and she was gorgeous. Modelesque but not unhealthy looking. Curves in all the right places, dark chocolate skin that glowed with a smoothness I'd never seen off camera. I was immediately drawn to her but interestingly enough I found no sexual attraction. We hit it off quickly. Denise was the first one to ask me pointedly if I was into women. I told her yes and she said, "Good. I'm glad I'm not the only femme in the building. I was beginning to worry I'd have to fend off all the groveling butches alone." I was floored. She was being so candid, yet I didn't fully understand what she was saying. What was a femme? And was she categorizing me as one? Well naturally, I was embarrassed at the prospect of having to reveal my ignorance to this woman. I mean, I was nearly twenty-five! Still, my mama always said a closed mouth don't get fed and my curiosity was eating me alive. So I screwed up my courage and the next time we went outside for a smoke break I asked her. To my surprise and relief she was very understanding. "Honey, you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age. I didn't know a thing." She smiled at me then. Denise was my education. She explained the typical types of lesbians, told me I was femme and removed a worry I didn't even know I'd housed when she informed me it wasn't necessary for me to change my style of dress or behavior to be accepted in the gay community. You would think things would have progressed quickly for me from there. I'm an attractive woman if I do say so myself. Regardless of that fact and the fact that I had enough offers to keep me flattered but not overwhelmed, it wasn't until I was on the cusp of my twenty-eighth birthday when I finally met the woman who drew me in, made me want to take the plunge. I'd been telling myself I was being extra choosey because it was such an important step. The truth was I had moved in with fear. It was comfortable enough for awhile but sexual frustration began to manifest itself. By the time I'd struggled my way up the corporate ladder into a nice corner office with a personal assistant, I'd also earned myself a reputation as a hard nosed bitch. Hey, you try going twenty-seven years without satisfying sex, see how you do. Just as I was to the point where I was entering nervous breakdown candidacy, she came into my world and I knew I would be changed because of it. Her name was Jada Montgomery. She was quite simply the most gorgeous being I have ever seen. She was, by today's standards, what would be called androgynous. Or, if she were a man, metrosexual. Five feet eleven inches tall, two hundred very well proportioned and amazingly toned pounds of sexy ass woman. She was in town for six months heading a new advertising project. The company was giving its image a major overhaul. We didn't have much cause for interaction except for the monthly department head meetings. I entered the conference room to the buzz of conversation surrounding the fact that the CEO of the company was there in person. Usually his personal assistant sat in on these meetings because he considered himself far too important to have to bother. Speculation was that the ad genius the company had reportedly spent an exorbitant amount of money to secure was very much worth Daniel Schuemaker rescheduling his tee time at the country club. I took my seat and began looking over my notes. People assembled themselves quickly and I knew Dan must be fast approaching. He began speaking as soon as he cleared the door. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know we're making some big changes for the coming year. A large part of this initiative is going to take place in our advertising and public relations. I'd like to welcome Jada Montgomery to our family. She's signed on for the next six months." He continued, but I'd looked down the table as most everyone present had, and seen her. Everything else became a humming in the background; white noise to be tuned out. Our eyes met for a moment and her lips curved up slightly. Androgynous really just isn't a flattering enough term. She wore a simple, classy Jones of New York suit with a deep red blouse beneath the jacket. Her jet black hair hung long around her shoulders in a pin straight cascade, her eyes were a dark mysterious brown and I felt for that one breathless moment that she could read my very soul. Mocha brown skin, smooth and healthy. With just the one look at her, I knew with every fiber of my being that I had to have her. The meeting continued and I somehow managed to drag my attention back to what my boss was saying. By the time we were dismissed I was feeling very antsy. It was as though I could feel her gaze on me but every time I looked at her, her attention was focused elsewhere. The meeting eventually broke up but I didn't get a chance to speak with her as several males and a couple of females had surrounded her. I left the room feeling depressed yet aroused. The rest of my day was spent analyzing the reaction I had to her and plotting how I might get myself in her company again. As it turned out all my ruminations were not necessary. I left my office a little after ten that night. The elevator chimed and the doors slid open a moment after I'd pressed the call button. There she was. All alone. I'd love to be able to tell you that I offered a sassy smile and sauntered in to flirt shamelessly before having her take me back to her place and fuck my brains out, but that would be strictly a fantasy rendition. No, much to my utter humiliation, I froze. The doors started to close but she reached out and stopped their progress. "Going down?" She asked me. Two simple words spoken in a lovely voice with a slight accent I was unable to place; yet somehow they sounded so dirty and provocative to me. "Um, yeah. Sorry it's been... a really long day." I managed as I picked up my briefcase and stepped timidly in. It was a weak excuse at best to explain away my obviously odd behavior but I could think of nothing better. I could barely think at all. Up close she was even more devastating. She towered above me and smelled divine. Her high slashed cheekbones spoke of Native American heritage; her eyes were even more hypnotic. Her smile was dazzling and could have lit up a room but what most drew my attention was her lips. Full, sexy; they looked very soft. I wondered what they'd feel like pressed against mine, sliding over various parts of my body, wrapped around my now pebble hard nipples. It wasn't until she spoke that I realized I'd been staring stupidly. "I know we were in the meeting together but I didn't catch your name." God, her voice was like a caress. I thought for sure I was losing my mind. To make matters worse, I'd forgotten my name. I don't know if any of you have ever been affected like I was but it was thrilling and disconcerting all at once. We'd traveled half way down the forty story building and she'd waited patiently, expectantly. My mind tried to regain control of itself. I knew I was fast losing my golden opportunity. 'Please.' I begged myself. 'Get it together!' "Oh! Sorry, my name is Angela St. Laurent." I told her. She shook my hand and I melted. "It's a pleasure." She said. Her grip was firm, her hands were slightly rough, the fingers long and tapered. I couldn't fight off the shiver that ran along my spine. She smiled again when I didn't let her hand go. I felt her thumb slide along my palm, then the doors opened and I came back to myself. We exited and I watched her leave the building with a, "See you around Angie." tossed over her shoulder. I went home that night, berating myself the entire way there for my unsuave behavior. I had forsaken masturbation several months before because it was no longer satisfying, but the memory of Jada's hand coupled with the smolderingly seductive quality of her gaze was enough to have me requiring immediate release. The orgasms were phenomenal as I ran my hands over my small frame and imagined that it was her touching me. Each one was more breathtaking than the last and each one made me want more. She consumed my thoughts. I found myself hoping to catch a glimpse of her at work, staying later than usual on the off chance I'd see her on the way out. Nothing. A week went by, then two, then four. She even denied me at the department heads meeting by having her assistant attend. Whatever she was doing the big bosses approved and they kept her busy. The rumor mill worked overtime on her. It seemed I was the only one who even suspected she was gay. It was shortly before the two month mark that our paths crossed again. I'd closed the blinds on my office windows, turned off the overhead lights leaving just the soft glow of my desk lamp. It was late, I'd just finished my last expense report. As I sat in my chair, eyes closed letting the stress of the week slide off me before going home, there was a knock on the door and I was sorely tempted to ignore it. The knock came again and I finally relented. "Come in!" I called out. The door opened and she stood in the entryway. I sat up straighter and wondered if I looked as ragged as I felt. My lipstick was gone I knew, chewed off through the course of the day and forgotten as work sucked me in. "I was hoping you were still here." She said in that butter smooth voice of hers. "Yeah I was just finishing a report." "Hmm. It's been a long week hasn't it?" She inquired watching me with those dark seductive eyes of hers. Euphoria was filling me and to this day I can't decide if it was from the knowledge that she was hoping I'd still be there or the simple fact that I was able to maintain my end of the conversation. "Incredibly long." "I saw your lights go out as I came around the corner. Do you want me to come in?" She didn't say 'Do you mind if I come in?' Not, 'Can I come in?' Do you want me to come in? I felt a rush of power in that moment. Hell yes I wanted her to come in! Looking at her I understood that she wanted me to say yes. I had the opportunity to be bold, to take what I wanted. So I did. "Yes." I said. She stepped in and closed the door behind herself. I distinctly heard the sound of the lock clicking into place. She tossed her jacket over the arm of the couch on the far wall. She walked with this sexy predatory confidence, her eyes locked onto me. I don't actually remember standing up; I just know that by the time she was in front of me I was on my feet. She'd worn loafers as usual and I had worn three inch heels so the height difference wasn't as dramatic. "You're really sexy Angie. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." She said. I couldn't speak, could barely breathe. It wasn't necessary. Her lips captured mine as her arms encircled my waist. And thank God for it because I'd have collapsed to the floor if she hadn't been holding me. The lips I had been dreaming of were now pressed against mine, nibbling gently, coaxing me to open up. Her tongue came out to play as she deepened the kiss. I never knew what an erotic thing kissing could be. My hands, which had been resting on her arms, moved up as the hunger I'd been struggling to keep a leash on, broke free. I had my fingers buried in her hair and I kissed her back with all the pent up passion of twenty-eight years. I was pressed against the edge of my desk as she devoured my mouth. I could hear soft whimpering and it took me a few moments to realize it was me making the sounds. Her hands moved slowly along my sides and they left a trail of heat in their wake. My body was on fire. I'd never felt arousal like that before; never felt need like that. Just as her fingertips brushed the sides of my breasts her lips left mine and trailed along my neck. My eyes were closed and I was lost in sensation. She bit gently on the pounding pulse point in my throat at the same instant her thumbs glided over my rigid nipples and my entire body seized up like a fist before releasing in a flood of sensation so intense I didn't have the voice to scream. I could only gasp as it flowed though me. I heard her groan against my skin and it served to prolong the orgasm. There's something indescribably hot about being with someone who is immersed in making you feel good. She continued kissing down my neck and it wasn't until I felt the softness of her lips as they encountered the swells of my breasts over the top of my bra that I became aware of the fact that she'd unbuttoned my shirt. Her fingers were nimble as they deftly undid the fastening of my bra. My breasts spilled out into her hands filling them. She squeezed gently and I shivered. It was all so...naughty. My first sexual experience with a female and I was having it against my desk. Her touch inspired me to be nasty. I wanted to do anything she asked, right then, right there. I watched her as she descended my body. My stomach muscles flexed as her tongue slid along the now exposed skin. She looked up at me, her brown eyes dark with lust and my already soaked panties grew even wetter. She crouched before me; her hands ran along my calves up my thighs beneath my skirt pushing the material up as they ascended. When my skirt was bunched around my waist, she brought her attention to the apex of my thighs. I saw her jaw clench as she got a firsthand look at how turned on she had me. She inhaled my scent deeply and I heard her groan again. She peeled my panties off and there was an anxious moment of embarrassment at being so completely exposed. Then her tongue, long, pink with a wicked point at the tip, came out and slid along the length of my opening, catching the juices that had accumulated there. I have no words that can adequately describe the way it felt, no words that can even come close. My legs lost their ability to hold me up. Luckily Jada was more than capable. Her tongue moved inside of me and I could feel my walls clenching trying to pull it in deeper, trying to hold it there. She obliged pushing it in as far as it could go. I moaned. The kind of moan that you can't control, that comes from deep within and speaks far more than any words could about the depth of your enjoyment. I watched her work me into a frenzy, watched the way her tongue slid over me, the fullness of her lips wrapped around me and the visual sent me over the edge as much as the feeling. My head fell back as pleasure, sharp and oh, so incredibly sweet, shivered through me. All the while Jada continued her work. My hands gripped the edge of my desk for support as it worked it's way through me. When it ended she pulled back and licked her lips while staring into my eyes. Jesus she was just so hot. All my fantasies regarding Jada Montgomery had taken place in a bed. This was completely unexplored territory, even in my imagination and I found the prospect of letting her have her way with me in my hard earned office extremely appealing. "You taste even better than I dreamed you would. I want to fuck you now." She said. My mind stuttered. Denise had told me all about strap-ons. She'd painted pictures of wildly enjoyable sex had with the use of toys but some part of me had never expected to experience it for myself. Still, as I said, she made me want to let her do whatever she wanted. So I nodded mutely not quite having gained my voice back. She took my hand and led me to the couch. I was nervous but the excitement was much greater. She sat me down on the couch and stood before me. Eyes on mine, a small smile gracing those luscious lips, she watched me watch her undress. She unbuttoned her shirt and removed it to reveal breasts that were larger than I expected them to be considering how they appeared under her clothes. The bra was a plain black sports bra that supported her well without squishing them together so they looked like a single mass in the center of her chest. No her breasts were perfect. I wanted to see them but I didn't have that level of bold in me to ask. Her hands moved down to the waist of her pants and I tore my gaze away from her chest. Her stomach was flat and very well defined. It was the stomach of someone who'd spent more time than I cared to think about honing it until the muscles stood out. She was the only woman I'd ever seen with a real six pack. I wanted to run my tongue over those sexy ridges but something held me frozen to the spot. She unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks as she stepped out of her shoes. I was surprised to see the boxer briefs when she dropped the pants. My eyes ran over the thick length of the piece she'd worn and it occurred to me that she had to have been wearing it at least part of the day. The idea that she had intended to fuck me, had come prepared, turned me on in a way I never would have expected it to. "Put your feet up on the edge of the sofa." She commanded me. I did as told without even thinking about it. As soon as I had noticed the bulge between her legs I was riveted. I wasn't looking at her face but I heard the smile in her voice when she spoke again. "You like it." It wasn't a question. She told me what she saw on my face. I did like it. It wasn't necessary but I nodded anyway. She reached into the boxers and pulled the dildo out. It was thick, caramel colored and looked to be about seven inches long. I can't say I was completely sure I'd enjoy it. I'd never taken pleasure in sex with men and regardless of the fact that it wasn't attached to a man it was still the same equipment. I had a moment of real fear. Not fear of pain, but fear that my inability to enjoy what she was going to do to me would ruin the whole experience. Even in the middle of it I didn't really think I would ever get the chance to have her again. Awakening Jada crouched in front of my splayed thighs and our eyes met again. She smiled at me and it devastated my senses. No one should have a smile that beautiful. She leaned forward and kissed me again. I felt my worries slide away as her lips moved over mine. Her hands moved over my breasts and I was once again made aware of the fact that my clothes were still mostly in place. It added to my arousal, made me feel slutty and extra nasty. It was exactly the mind-frame I needed to be in. She kissed my still hard nipples renewing the burning desire I felt. Her lips were heavenly as she took her time sucking, pulling as much of me into the warm cavern of her mouth as she could. I don't know how long she kept it up but I was ridiculously wet and found myself aching for more. Jada must have sensed the boost in my level of need because her hand moved down between my legs and I shivered when I felt the tips of her fingers run lightly over my slick entrance. How could she tease me at a time like that? I tried to move my hips forward to bring her fingers more firmly in contact with me but she chuckled against my flesh and pulled her hand away completely. I mewled. Sounds unattractive and under different circumstances it probably would have been, but it caused Jada's chuckle to turn into a moan. Her fingers thrust inside of me and I came, fast and hard. My fingers gripped her shoulders and I screamed. She moved until she had the head positioned at my opening and she was pushing into me before the orgasm died off. I don't know when she did it, but I saw she had applied a condom. To say I was well lubricated on my own would be an understatement but I didn't question her decision to use a rubber. Really I didn't care. She had the dick halfway inside of me and was steadily easing it further in. "Jesus you're tight." She growled as she pressed forward. I moaned and my hands searched for something to grab onto. I'd never felt anything like it, never knew that anything could feel so good. My next orgasm surprised both of us I think. She stopped with the dildo buried inside of me as I moaned it out. My hands were fused to her hips and I'm not sure if I was trying to find the strength to push her away because it was so intense or using the grip to hold her in place. When it was over, when I could think again I looked down the line of my body to where we were connected. She began to move again. I watched riveted as the thick dick withdrew from me showing off just how excited I was. She pushed back into me and it felt as though a current of delicious electricity was running from my pussy through my clit, along my spine. Jada began to get into her rhythm and I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. My back was arched, my nails dug into her skin and she growled up nasty statements that drove me higher and higher. Every time I was on the verge of climax she stopped and waited until I calmed then began again, building me torturously toward a peak that I was scared might be the end of me. Did that stop me? Hell no. I figured if I died, it would be a hell of a way to go out. "Open your eyes. Look at me." She demanded. There was a breathless quality to her voice that brought my pleasure fogged brain to attention. I opened my eyes and found her looking down at me. She smiled devilishly and my heart tripped. 'This is it.' I thought to myself. She added a new movement to the thrusting of her hips and I gasped. It felt like the dildo had suddenly gotten thicker. "Cum for me bitch!" She grunted. I shook because the words literally pushed me over the edge. She kissed me before I caught my air and that was a good thing because there would have been no stopping the sound that was trying to jump out of my throat. I screamed against her mouth and she never missed a beat. I clawed at her back (she still has the scars). She eased me through it her strokes slowing as my spasms became shudders and then trembles. I had closed my eyes again as she gently withdrew from me. Embarrassment reared its ugly head and nearly overwhelmed me. I immediately became intensely aware of the fact that, though it wasn't likely, it wasn't impossible that someone else was still in the area and had heard the sounds of my passion. I couldn't meet her eyes as she rose to her feet. "Get on your hands and knees." She told me. I couldn't believe it at first. We'd been at it for nearly an hour, I didn't expect there to be more. I moved slowly, unsure of myself or her. Something about turning my back on her in that moment added a thread of fear to the situation that I would later realize added to the experience. When I was in position she placed her hand in the middle of my back and pushed me down leaving my ass high in the air and my pussy open and utterly exposed. She spread my legs a few inches wider, lowering me enough to get so she could establish a good comfortable rhythm. She positioned the dong at my dripping entrance and pushed forward. No gentle easing in this time, I was already primed for it and there was no discomfort as the thick phallus slid in. I moaned into the cushions of the sofa but she paid no mind. She gripped my hips and began driving her tool in and out in fast powerful thrusts. "Yeah bitch, take that fat dick. Ooh your pussy looks so good swallowing my cock." God the things that came out of her mouth! They should have been offensive, they should have turned me off but my clit throbbed viciously every time she called me a bitch. And the fact that the dick in question was pushing me rapidly towards another monster orgasm only added to the bliss of the situation. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, could feel it starting at the very core of me and pulsating outward and I struggled to hold on because what she was doing felt so good I didn't want it to end. Her fingers wrapped themselves around a thick section of my hair and she pulled back almost viciously. "Let me hear it you nasty little cunt. Let me hear how much you like the way I'm banging that pussy up. Scream for me!" It was just too much. I did exactly as I was told, I screamed. I cried out uncaring of who might hear, not even able to fathom that there might be someone to hear. At that moment the only thing in my world was Jada and what she was making me feel. The pleasure engulfed me and it was as though I were on a rollercoaster. Just when I thought I was coming down from the height of it I'd end up going up again. All the while Jada never stopped slamming into me and I never stopped giving her what she wanted; to hear my delight at what she was making me feel. There came an understanding within me that my body wasn't going to be able to take much more. And then it happened. Something...popped in me. Not literally but it was like one last wall crumbled and I flooded. I could feel it gushing out of me and then there was nothing. I woke to the feel of Jada slowly licking me. I don't know how long I was out, but she was cleaning me up with her tongue, contentedly almost like a cat. Her eyes, those sexy, entrancing eyes, met mine and she smiled. "You're coming home with me." She said. There was no question in her tone, she was telling me. I nodded mutely as her tongue slid over my still sensitized clit and my body jumped. Aftershocks hit me for nearly fifteen minutes after she stopped and straightened her clothing. She helped me fix my clothes not saying anything and my nerves started to kick up again. Then before we left the office she pulled me to her and kissed me. A deep soul-stirring kiss, that left me breathless and grinning like a fool. We went to her apartment and spent several more hours exploring one another. I was useless at work the next day. Every time I looked at my sofa I'd grow aroused and the memory would flood my mind. I made up for a lot of lost time with Jada while she was with the company and when it was time for her to move on I was saddened but not devastated. She'd taught me a lot about my likes and dislikes and my confidence was much higher. I've seen her a few times over the course of the last few years. Nobody can make me feel quite like she can so I'm never able to resist her when our paths cross. It wasn't until our last meeting that I finally understood Jada feels the same way about me. Knowing that makes me look forward to the next round that much more. Awakening I am in the middle of a long and leisurely candlelit bath when I hear the stereo switch off abruptly. "Hmm the wind must have knocked out the power again." I think to myself. "Oh well lucky for me I already had candles lit. Nothing I can do about it now, so I may as well finish my bath." I lie back in the tub, closing my eyes and let the scent of the oils waft around me. I must have dozed off because the next thing I know the water is chilled and the candles are starting to sputter out. I set the tub to drain while I towel off. After smoothing moisturizer all over, I slip into my silk robe. I blow out all but one candle while I tie the sash around my middle. I pick up the remaining candle and hope it won't drip wax onto my hand. I start down the long hallway towards my bedroom, stopping at the utility closet and grabbing another candle. My cat scampers ahead of me in the hall, stopping at the spare room door and scratching softly while mewling, I nudge her on her way saying, "No baby you don't need to go in there, but I will let you out for a while before bedtime." She races me to the front door and I give a soft laugh and say," Got a hot date, huh?? Lucky you ya little tramp. Out you go!" Locking the door behind her, I start back towards my room. Suddenly I hear a scraping noise; I feel a chill race down my spine. "You idiot! It's just a branch against the roof. God! Nothing like a little power outage in the country to make a girl start jumping at shadows! Geez!" Shaking my head at my own skittishness, I step into my room. I set the candles on top of the dresser, lighting the new one and blowing out the spent one. Feeling sleepy, I decide to skip my usual t-shirt and boxers and crawl on top of the billowy down comforter and nestle in closing my eyes for just a minute. The candle light flickers behind my eyelids and then a strong draft whip through the house and the candle gutters out. Complete darkness. "Oh just forget it." I mumble and drift off to sleep. I hear soft steps beside the bed, call out for the cat, not remembering in my sleepy state that I had put her out, and slip deeper asleep. The candle flickers back to life, but I do not see. Your strong masculine fingers grasp the sash of my robe and gently tug at the bow until it gives way. Slowly and firmly the sash is pulled from the robe. You want to part the folds of the robe to view your prize, but first things first. Snick. The quiet whisper of the knife blade sounds like a rifle shot to your own ears, but I do not stir. Using the lethally sharp blade, you cut the sash into three long lengths. "Perfect.", you think to yourself. Moving quickly but stealthily you snuggly tie first one ankle and then the other to the wrought iron bed posts. I moan softly in my dream state and you think to yourself, "It's now or never, go for it!" Then you remember that I should be blindfolded so I cannot identify you. "Shit, now what?" Glancing around the room, you spot a scarf on the vanity and snatch it up. "This ought to do the trick." You fold it carefully making sure it will completely cover my eyed and wrap it around my head, tying it securely. Then you grasp both of my wrists in one strong hand, bind them together with the last of the sash from the robe, drag my hands over my head, and fasten them to the headboard. Rendering me helpless and unable to move or to see what is going on. I come awake with a start after the final act of my bondage. "What the FUCK?? Who's there?? Hello?? Somebody answer me God dammit!!" I hear a quiet chuckle, but get no other reply. The quiet laugh chills me to the bone and I shiver. "P-P-Please, what do you want?? I'll give you anything, just please, please don't hurt me." A tear slowly escapes from beneath my blindfold and slips silently down my face. Then I finally hear you say, "Oh I have no intentions of hurting you, and you will give me what I want, but you will want it too. That I can promise you my sweet little play thing." Then I know.... Every woman's deepest fear, and darkest wish is about to happen and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I'm not sure I would even if I could. My mind racing, I struggle trying to escape from my bonds. Too late, I realize that in doing so I am giving you an unhampered view of my lush body. The robe falls open and I feel your eyes upon me. I hear your sharp intake of breath as you finally see what awaits you. My heart starts beating fast and I tell myself it is fear, not anticipation of what is to come. I feel you settle on the bed next to me and I hold my breath, unsure of what to expect next. Snick. I feel the blade of a knife against the side of my neck. I whimper, sure you are about to hurt me despite your earlier reassurances. Then you move the blade to the seams of my robe and carefully cut it from my prone form. "Can't have this getting in our way, now can we?" you say softly in my ear. I slowly expel the breath I had been holding, almost relieved, but not quite. You gently pull the scraps of silk from underneath me and toss them to the floor. "Please, don't do this to me. Take anything you want, I swear I won't tell a soul. Just leave me alone and don't do this." In my mind, I already know that it is useless, but I have to try. I am afraid of what you will say, but I still have to try. "I have already told you I am taking what I want." You whisper to me. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Why me?" I ask. Your response stuns me as you say; "Why would you ask? Do you really think yourself unworthy of being loved?" and you lower your lips to mine in a soft kiss. I turn my head away, unsure of what I am feeling inside myself. You grasp my face in your firm grip, turn my lips back to yours, and resume your thorough ministrations. I feel the tears welling up inside me and fight, uselessly to control them. They slip from beneath the blindfold and I feel you kiss them away, hushing me like a small child. Strangely, I feel comforted by your attentions. You softly stroke your fingers down my neck following them with your lips, leaving a trail of kisses. Your fingers graze one sensitive nipple and I arch my back with a sharp intake of breath. Still your lips follow the path of your fingers and you suck the nipple into your moist hot mouth. Gently you bite down on the stiff peak and a soft moan escapes my lips. I can feel your wicked grin around the rock hard nubbin. While you continue suckling at my breast you slid you hand to the other nipple rolling it between your fingers and teasing it until, it too is hard and throbbing. As you lean over my body, towards my other breast, I feel the rough weave of your shirt against my sensitized skin. I am surprised that you are still dressed, "maybe you aren't going to force me to do this after all." I think to myself. Oddly, I feel empty at the thought. You feather your fingers down my ribcage, dipping a finger into my navel briefly. I take a deep breath in anticipation as you hover over my mound. I thrust my hips up slightly and hear your quiet chuckle once again. "Impatient little minx aren't you? I am beginning to think you want this after all." With that, you thrust your finger into my moist folds. I bite down on my lips to keep from crying out. I am nearing one of the biggest orgasms of my life and suddenly you stop. "What are you doing?" I ask. Then I hear the clink of your belt buckle as you slip the belt from the loops of your jeans. "Do you want this?" I hear you ask. I lie still and don't respond. "Do you want this?" you ask again. Still I do not reply. "Fine, you want to play it like that. We will do it the hard way." Crack. The belt digs into my breasts. I cry out in pain and my tears start to flow. Crack. Crack. Repeatedly blows rain down upon my helpless body. Finally, you stop and softly ask again "Do you want this?" Through my sobs I answer "Yes anything, just please don't hit me again." I hear the belt drop to the floor and you sit next to me on the bed. I try to slide away from you, but you hold me in place and kiss my face lapping at the tears still flowing freely. "Hush now my angel, I won't. Just don't deny what you are feeling to me again and it will never happen again. The tears stop, but the sobs continue to wrack my abused body and you cradle me to your warm naked body until they subside. When they do, you start running your hands over the welts rising from my creamy flesh and softly blowing on them. Before they were like liquid fire burning into my skin, but with your attention the fire banks down to a warm glow and it starts to feel pleasurable. Once again, you slip your finger into my hot folds and start rubbing up and down my puffy lips, carefully avoiding my pleasure spot. When my hips start to heave and my breathing becomes irregular, you ask me for the last time, "Do you want this?" Without hesitation I reply, "Yes, please I want this. I want you. Don't stop." I wonder to myself, "Is my body betraying me, or do I really want this??" I am afraid of the answer. With my reply, I hear your low moan and realize just how this has been affecting you too. With that realization, I feel power surge through me. "Please could you take off the blindfold now? I want to see you. I promise you are in no danger of me going to the police and identifying you." I sense your hesitation and say, "Please, you don't have to untie me I just need to see you." As you finally give into my request, the soft candle light arrows into my eyes and I blink, trying to adjust to the brightness again. Finally, my gaze drifts to you and I see you standing before me. You appear to be unsure of what to do next. I ask, "Have we met? You seem so familiar to me." "No we have never met until tonight, but you may have seen me. I have been watching you for six months now. Ever since, you moved from your apartment in town. I haven't been able to get you out of my head. I rented your old apartment and when I stopped by the manager's apartment to pick up my keys and lease, I saw you walking out. You looked right at me, smiled and tossed your head back with a sexy little laugh. I knew then you were the only one for me." "I asked the manager if you were a tenant in the building and he said, "Not anymore you just picked up the keys she dropped off." "I must have looked disappointed because then he told me where you take your dry cleaning and said maybe I could catch you there on Thursdays. I started waiting outside the dry cleaners every Thursday until finally, I saw you park outside and go in. I was just about to walk in when you came storming out mumbling about them losing your dress and you were never coming back. I panicked and thought to myself I wouldn't ever see you again, and then I realized that you were still sitting in your car. I jumped into my own car, without even thinking that I was following you." "So I followed you around town while you ran your errands, until finally, you were finished and I followed you home. At first, I kept well out of sight of you, but then I began to let you see me, hoping you would come to me and start a conversation. However, you didn't, so I began to sneak into your house. When you were going to be in town for a long time, I would come here and wander around. I got to know your house as if I lived here and I knew I would never be satisfied just watching you from afar. I had to have you, but I wasn't sure how to do it until the first time your power went out. When I realized you didn't have a phone to call and let them know your power was off a plan started to form in my mind. I began sneaking in at night and switching off your breakers so you would get used to the power being out and soon it would just be a pain, but nothing to get overly concerned about. I knew with the windstorm coming tonight that it would be my best chance of accomplishing my goal. When I heard you running your bath, I snuck in through the back door and into the spare bedroom." "When you lit the candles I thought the scene was perfect. I slipped out and threw the breaker switches, knowing you would never think to check them, and then I slipped back in and waited until I heard you getting out of the bath. When the cat started scratching at the door, I almost panicked and backed out. She is used to me now since she sees me all the time and she just wanted to come in for some cuddles. Well, now you know. I love you and I always will. You and I were meant to be together. So, now, tell me what you want?" I lay there thinking about all I had just heard. My attacker stood over me just looking into my eyes questioningly. "I already told you. I want this. I want you. Please, come and love me." "Are you sure? I don't want you to tell me what I so desperately need to hear out of fear that I will hurt you. I-I-I don't think I could bear it if you did." "Love me. That's all I ask. Love me and never stop. I need you; I didn't know how much I needed love until you. Please love me." I said and offered my body to you in complete supplication. When you reached up to untie my hands I whispered into your ear, "Leave it. I don't mind. In fact I am really starting to enjoy it, My Love." With a groan, you whisked your hands down my arms and down my stomach and drove your fingers into my center. I bucked my hips driving your fingers deeper into me and cried out with my orgasm coming over me. You continued to drive me up higher and higher until I begged you, "Now, damn you! I need you inside me now. I want to feel you moving inside me. Please! Please!" With that, you slammed into me to the hilt and began to thrust deep inside me like a wild beast. I arched up, and we began moving as one. Finally, you grabbed my hips and buried yourself into me as deep as you could go and bathed my hot wet sex with wave after wave of your seed. I came again around your throbbing hard shaft milking every drop of cum from you. Chest heaving and your breath coming in shallow gasps, you collapse on top of me. As you start to get your strength back, you start to move off me. "Stay. Please, stay right where you are. Could you untie my hands now? I want to touch you. I need to get my hands on you." After you reach up and untie me, I grab your face in my hands, bring your lips to mine, slide my tongue into your mouth, and give you a passionate soul kiss. "I have never felt anything like that before. Thank You. Thank You." I begin peppering your face with little kisses, and tears start to slip down my cheeks. A look of hurt comes into your eyes and you start to pull away from me, then I realize I am crying and grip you tighter and say, "No don't go. I need you. You didn't make me do anything. I wanted this, and I am so happy right now, I can't help but to cry it feels so beautiful. Please you have to believe me." Panic is creeping into me now. I am afraid of what will happen to me if you leave me. Desperate I clutch at you as you continue to pull away from me. I scramble to untie my legs as you start to get dressed. Finally, freed, I jump from the bed, grab you, and push you back onto the bed. I straddle your middle as you try to push me aside and ask you, "Was it all a lie then? You don't love me?" When you don't reply I move off and let you rise. When the emptiness comes over me, I curl into a ball and start to sob. "I do love you", I hear you whisper as you open the door, "but I don't think I can ever forgive myself for doing what I did to you. I don't see how you can ever forgive me either. I beat you and left marks on your beautiful skin. How can you ever forget that?" "I thought you knew me," I stated back. "I thought you knew my house like it was your own. Did you really never discover my other room?" With that remark you turn back to face me and look at me quizzically. "Let me show you, My Love." I grab your hand and a candle to lead you down the hall and to the utility closet. Pushing aside a few things, I reveal a lever and tell you to pull it. When you do, the unit swings back and shows the staircase inside. I push ahead of you and lead the way down the steps to my own private dungeon. When I turn to face you, I see confusion giving way to amazement and then amusement. My face breaks into a grin, I give you that sexy little laugh that made you fall in love with me, and you sweep me up into your arms and cover my face with your soft lips. "All that time you spent watching me and still you never knew everything about me. Does this change anything? Do you love me still, or is this something you can't overlook? I like the pleasure that comes from pain. Can you live with that fact? I like to give as well as receive. Does that repulse you? Or does it excite you? Now it is my turn to ask, 'Do you want this?' Well do you?" I wander over to the wall where all my various implements are hanging and select the riding crop that is my favorite toy and turn around. Raising an eyebrow, I ask again, "Do you want this?" When you do not answer, I bring the crop down swiftly across your nipples much as you did to me. When your breath hisses out from your lips, I repeat the question softly as I stroke the redness rising from your skin with my nails. Grabbing my wrist tightly you crush my lips with yours and say, "Yes. God help us both, Yes." Smiling I reply, "I knew it." Throwing my arms about your neck, I smother your face with quick hot kisses. "Now would you mind turning the damn lights back on so I can fix us something to eat? I am starving." Dragging me behind you, you start for the stairs, but then you stop and turn to me and ask, "Were you really sleeping when I came to you tonight?" With a twinkle in my eye I just said, "That's my own secret and you will never know." You shake your head and tell me that food will just have to wait and shove me against the cold wall, holding me there while you fumble with your jeans. Your pants pooled around your ankles, you shove your throbbing hard cock deep into my hot slit and take me standing against the wall. When I feel your cock growing even larger inside me I wrap my legs around your waist, pull your lips to mine, and scream my orgasm into your mouth as you spurt your steaming cum into my hot wet valley. I feel your cum pulsing out and hitting my cervix you are so deep inside me. My head lolls back against the wall and you lean against me weakened by the powerful orgasm that has hit us both. "Oh God, I may be dead in a week, but I am going to die a happy man."; you say against my ear. Pinned to the wall and impaled on your still twitching cock, I feel our combined love juices start to run down my legs. "I need to take a shower, Lover. Why don't I fix us something to eat afterward my shower?" When you nuzzle into the sensitive valley between my neck and my shoulder without replying I take your earlobe into my mouth and bite down hard. "Ouch! What the hell was that for?" you ask. "Well since I don't want to sleep standing up against this wall you have to move. Go turn the power back on and lay down for a while. I'm going to take a shower and fix some food, I'm famished." "Okay my Angel, anything you ask." you mumble as you start to draw away. Before you can step aside and let me pass, you take my chin into your hand, turn my face up to yours, and look deep into my eyes. I feel a jolt, as if our souls have collided. It feels more intimate than anything I have ever experienced in the past. Then you softly place a tender kiss on each eyelid and then my trembling lips. "I do love you, you know. With all that I am, I will cherish you until the day I die." Stunned, I watch as a single tear drifts silently down your cheek. I know then that I can never doubt your feelings for me again. Cupping my hand behind your neck, I bring your lips back to mine and tell you what I have never told another living soul. "With all my heart, I believe we were meant for each other, and I could never belong so completely to another. I love you and I don't ever want you to doubt that, because I never will." You wrap your arms around me and hold me so tight it is hard to breathe. "You will never know how much what you just said means to me. I was so worried that I could never have your complete trust and devotion after what I had done to you. Your words have erased any doubt I had been feeling." Before you let me go, you give me a long passionate kiss. Then we start back up the stairs. I turn to the bath and you go to switch the power back on. Awakening As I start the shower, I hear the soft strains of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata drift from the stereo. Not wanting to spoil the romantic atmosphere, I opt to light the candles again instead of flipping on the light switch. As I step under the steaming spray, the shower door is opens, and you step in with me. "I thought you were going to lie down for a while", I say. "I am not letting you out of my sight. I am afraid that if I go to sleep, I will wake and find this has all been a dream." With a grin, I hand you the soap and turn around so you can scrub my back. You slide the soap up and down my back, then down the back of my legs. Then you step closer, bring your arms around to the front, and start soaping my breasts in large looping circles, avoiding my already sensitized nipples. You dip lower down to my center with the slippery bar and caress my womanhood gently. Feeling the liquid pull in my center, I grab your hand and turn to face you. I take the soap from your hand and tell you that it is my turn to do you. "Close your eyes; I want you to focus only on what you are feeling." I say. "Now raise your arms and put your hands behind your head. No touching. Just trust me." When you comply, I work up lather with the soap. Gently, I explore your body with my hands, skimming over your abdomen, and gliding down your muscular legs and back up. I feel your muscles tense under my probing hands and know what I want to do. I get down on my knees and grasp the hard, throbbing cock in both hands, stroking gently. I hear your moan as you start to shift from foot to foot. "Be still! I say sharply. To make sure you know I mean business I grip your scrotum firmly. I can feel you fighting for control, and know I have you where I want you. I place a quick kiss on the head, dip my tongue into your little hole, and taste the drop of precum waiting for me there. I feel your body go rigid, and take the head into my waiting mouth. I stroke the underside of your throbbing member with my eager, wet tongue; knowing that this has to be driving you over the edge. Deciding that I have made you suffer enough for now, I take your entire manhood into my mouth. I feel the head slip past my tongue and into the back of my throat. I know you are fighting for control and trying to obey my instructions. "What a good boy you are." I think to myself. I know you want to grab me and fuck yourself into my mouth, but instead you place your hands on the walls of the shower and let me do as I please with your trembling form. Pleased with your restraint, I start to hum in my throat as I work my mouth along your throbbing shaft, taking your cock all the way into my mouth. I know that you cannot last long at this pace, grasp your scrotum in one hand, and squeeze gently milking your balls and forcing you over the edge. I swallow load after load of hot cum, not wanting to miss a single drop. Even when I can hardly breathe, I continue working the base of your cock around my lips, stroking and kneading your balls until you are done. I feel your knees shaking as you withdraw from my mouth and pull me up against your quaking body. You sag against the shower stall and keep me held tightly against you until you regain your strength. "That is the most mind blowing, earth shattering, eye crossing blow job I have ever had. If I knew you could do this to me I never would have waited so long to have you." I look up at you and know this is where I belong. You are the one I have been waiting for all my life. I needed someone who could not only master my mind and body, but who could let me do the same for him. What a lucky woman I am to have found you at last. When the water starts to chill, I ask you to take me to bed, all thought of food is forgotten, the only thing I need is you by my side. That is where I intend to have you, forever. I will do what ever it takes to keep you in my life. I know that you feel the same way. That makes it easy. As you carry me to the bedroom, I ask you the questions burning in my mind. "Will you marry me? Will you plant your seed in me and give me your children? Will you share your life with me, for all time?" Laying me on the soft mattress, you look into my eyes and give me what I have waited for all my life. "Yes, My Dearest Love, Yes!" "How many children do you want?" you ask. "I don't care, as long as they are ours and we are together forever." Awakening Adriana Storm had never been a shy girl. In fact, out of all her sisters, she was perhaps the most outgoing. But, as she stood outside the hut where she was to have sex for the very first time was a little intimidating. Her eyes were wide as she bit her lip, nervously, while trying to psyche herself up to knock on the oak door. She didn't have to. The door slowly opened. Nicolo stood before her, tall and proud. And, of course, looking more luscious than any man should. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed. A very welcoming smile moved across his perfect lips. "You were expecting me?" Adri asked, voice slightly shaken. "Yes," he nodded as he spoke, "It's not everyday that the High Queen of the Fae asks a man to take her daughter's virginity." Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. What could anyone say to that? He moved aside, gesturing for her to enter the house. Carefully, she avoided brushing against him. There would be enough of that in time. It was the first time she'd been inside the home. It looked more like an artist's studio than a home. There were several easels with unfinished, but already exceptionally beautiful paintings. She walked around the room, decidedly ignoring the bed on the far side of the space, to admire his work. "These are so wonderful," she told him with a grin. He placed a hand to his chest as he bowed slightly to her. His ponytail of braids spilled across his shoulders. "Your praise means much to me, lady." He moved toward her until they stood toe to toe. She figured she'd have more time to stall, but Nicolo must have anticipated that move. With trepidation, she decided to focus on the task at hand. Still, she stalled speaking with a lick of her lips. "My mother's Ladies tell me that you're very gentle." "I've seen many through the Awakening through my millennia of life. I have much in the way of patience." "Well, if I'm anything like my father thinks I am, you'll need a lot of that." "So I've been told." The laughter in his voice made her worried. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips in a sensual kiss. She never knew such a common gesture could be so wickedly delicious. "Come," he said as he beaconed her to follow, "Let us sit. It will put you at ease." She could only hope! Adri moved with him to a chair in the sitting area of his home. He sat slowly as though putting on a show, then maneuvered her into his lap. He might have been thin, but he was pretty sturdy to sit on. His eyes studied her body from the silver hairs on her head, to the sandals on her feet. He placed a hand on her exposed leg, sliding down it until he reached her shoes. He took them off with ease. The sensation caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She wasn't sure wearing a dress was a good or a bad thing. As if Nicolo had heard her thoughts, he spoke. "I like your dress," he said while touching the material. "Someone must have told you that red is my favorite color." In truth, someone had told her. She did not confess this to him. "Oh? No, I hadn't heard." "Mmm." His tone was indifferent. "So tell me, Princess Adriana, how are things at the palace?" She almost didn't hear him. His fingers were tracing the spaghetti straps of her dress with the most delicate touch she'd ever felt. It took a good deal of concentration to think of an answer. "It's well. Mother is bringing the Courts closer together each passing day." The Seelie and Unseelie courts never saw eye to eye. No one had ever ruled over both. That is, until her mother. "It must be interesting being the daughter of a living legend," he whispered as his fingers danced along her shoulders. "Even I must admit that I didn't believe that the one to walk in Light and Darkness would come to us." "Well, neither did my grandparents. Grandma didn't think she could have more kids, then had a practical goddess. Imagine their surprise!" The pair grinned at each other. Quickly, his turned a little darker. The look made her tremble in fear, but also made her mouth water with anticipation. "What brings you to your night of Awakening?" Back to sex. She sighed heavily. This was harder than she'd bargained for. "I..." She started with a slight frown. "I have a friend—an outsider. He's a shapeshifter." "Ah," he said, "a boyfriend?" "No, just a friend. A very dear friend. One that I wouldn't mind...er...having. He thinks that I'll fall in love with the first person I'm with. I guess he doesn't get that sex isn't the same deal for the Fae." "I can understand his concerns. You're barely eighteen. From what I've heard, you've never been in a relationship. And, to lose yourself to a were-man for your first time could be very dangerous." She was more concerned with his words than the fact that his fingers were moving towards her cleavage. By the time he finished his sentence, his fingers began dipping into her smooth crevice of skin. Adri sucked in a breath as her head threw back. Startled by the sensations, she moved off of Nicolo's lap. She began moving around the room, admiring his work again. She stopped in front of a piece with two goblin children fighting. Adri noted that all these paintings were of the Unseelie side of the Fae. Strong hands latched onto her shoulders. Her breath stilled, but her heart beat furiously in her chest. "Sorry..." She murmured, bowing her head. "This is all new to me." "I understand." His voice was so friendly that it warmed her. It was like being wrapped in a hug. Adri swallowed her fears. Nicolo was a good choice for the Awakening to the Word. She stepped away from him just enough to be able to turn and face him. It was time. Nicolo's violet eyes had a hint of humor in them as she watched him with a slightly fearful fascination. His long fingers moved behind his head. Teasingly, he untied his hair. Long, shimmering, lilac braids spilled down the back and sides of his head. It was so pretty. Their proximity and her new focus let her take all of his face in. Oh, Nicolo was a pretty one, alright; the type of guy that would melt the hearts of most young women. He had an almost girlish face, with long dark eyelashes. He had perfect teeth, an award winning smile. He was hers for the taking, but, for now, she just stood her ground as she twittered her thumbs. He smiled at her. She blushed back at him. "Are you sure that you are ready, my princess?" He asked, breaking their silence with his melodic voice. She nervously nodded her head. "Mhm. Yeah." A slow sigh escaped him. Gracefully, he took another step closer to her. She held her breath. He traced her cheek. His hand was warm and welcoming against her flushed skin. The touch had just the right amount of pressure and it went just the right speed. Damn, no one had any right being that perfect. Her vision suddenly went hazy as she looked up at him. His tempting lips were a full head's distance from hers. With a certain eagerness, she wet her own with her tongue. His dark chuckle filled the room. It sounded oh-so-dangerously male. She almost forgot how to breathe as it spread across her skin like a heated wind. "Just breath, lady. I do not bite," he said as his brow quirked slightly, "....unless asked." She laughed at that nervously and a little too loud. Col had a curious look on his face, but not judging. Instead, he simply tilted her face up with fingers underneath her chin. His thumb traced her lips. Adri's breath finally released. "You are beautiful, Princess Adriana." She smirked. "I'm sure you say that to all the girls." His hands moved to her silvery curls, smoothing them slightly. "The beautiful ones, yes. I know beauty. I am an artist. I live for the beauty of life." She shrugged. Damn, he was watching her with those big, violet eyes. How was someone supposed to concentrate? She tried to think of something else. "You're beautiful, too. Why aren't you on the Seelie side of the courts?" His fingers traced down her neck causing her to gasp and shiver. "The Seelie court is almost unnaturally beautiful. It had nothing to offer me when it came to my work. This place....the beauty is more than surface. Just like in you." She didn't fight the amused expression creeping across her features. Adri batted her eyes up at him with a grin. "Awww.....darn, that was the right thing to say. That's dangerous." He chuckled, again. That deep sound rumbled down Adri's body, though he wasn't pressed against her. He smiled at her body's reaction. She bit her lip. "How far do you wish to go this night?" His tone was deathly serious now. He was giving her an out. She had the option to take it slow and maybe just fool around a little. That wasn't what she was there for, no matter how nervous she was. "All the way." He stared at her a long moment as though surprised. After that, he nodded in agreement. Nicolo jerked her against his body. He smelled like the air dancing along the sea. The scent made her feel dizzy along with the sudden fear of being that close. "There is much to learn," he seductively murmured. She had to clear her throat a few times before speaking. Now was definitely the time to sound secure about her actions. "I'm an apt student." He nodded again and leaned in as though he was about to kiss her. He stopped short as though brushing her aura. Oddly, she felt it as clearly as the real thing. "You smell of the earth, Adriana Storm. I am sure that will be your element. However, I can smell the underlying power--your true power." His eyes circled her face as he paused. "The power of your Word. I do not know what will awaken in you, but it will be powerful. I ask for the last time: are you sure?" "Mhm..." She cleared her throat, again. "I will find a way to handle it." Nicolo backed away to remove his shirt. Adri's eyes followed the lines of his body. An intricate tattoo decorated the skin around his right nipple. A line of fine, pale hair started just below his sternum that grew wider only to disappear into his pants. Boldly, she reached out. Her fingers ran down the hair. Oh, it was so soft. Col's breath caught in his throat. She started to pull her hand away, but he rested his on top of hers. "I enjoyed it." "Oh...okay. That's better than what I was thinking. I thought I yanked out a hair or something." She hesitated on touching him more. Her eyes focused on his, waiting for permission that she didn't need. "You may touch me anywhere," Nicolo said, urging her on. Her eyebrows went up. Holy crap. Well, she did just that. Nervous, delicate fingers sketched his skin. He had muscles everywhere. Wow, she would have just thought he was a skinny fellow. The tone of him completely caught her off guard. He smiled at her while she explored. "What do I need to know, Nicolo? I know this is more to teach me how to be with outsiders." He smiled as his hands trailed down her back, opened palm. "First, please, m'lady, call me Col." "Alright." "As for others...You must learn not to allow your magic to reach out for them. You'll understand better when you experience that first release of magic. That first moment of truly letting go." "Ok." She understood. She'd heard several stories from her older sisters. He coaxed her next to his bed. Together, they stood so closely Adri thought she might begin to merge with him. "The magic inside washes over the person you're with. It's a matter of degree. During foreplay or other sexual acts, it leaks out. You won't be able to help allowing a sample of your power through." Her hand moved between them with effort. Col groaned as her fingers traced his right nipple until it grew taut. "A little is not dangerous." He continued on a shaken breath. "Too much can lead to someone unlike us to become addicted to you. Or worse, injure them. Either way, they may pine after you for the rest of their lives. No one will ever be good enough. And they will stop at nothing to have you again. You become their entire world. You become their mistress. The lust they feel will be their love for you. The lines will blur." She stopped touching him. "That sounds horrible," she whispered, frightened. "It is rare thanks to training. Knowing what can happen, you'll hold back. And, in time, you won't even realize that you are holding back. But you must experience it first, to understand." She nodded. More determined than before, her face hardened with determination. "I'm ready for you, then, Col. I want to learn." Col nodded to her. His hand moved to the back of her head. Her head tilted upward. Her eyes fluttered closed. Seconds later, Col's lips were on hers. Adri mimicked his movements as best she could. It must have been good enough; Col gave an approving moan. But then he did something weird. His mouth tried to open hers with his tongue. She stiffened, unsure of what to do. "Relax. Part your mouth slightly, and relax. Remember, this is a learning experience. There is no wrong." He whispered against her lips then pressed back on hers. This time, she parted her mouth for him as instructed. Col's tongue slipped inside the space, forcing her mouth open wider. It was odd, at first, but it turned incredible. Her tongue, though still unsure, danced with his. Col's hand pressed her head into his more and she welcomed it with a whimpering sound. It took a few tries, but Col managed to separate his face from hers. Adri didn't stop herself in time to stifle the frustrated groan in her throat. Col chuckled at her. "Good. Good. I see that you are an adventurous sort." He grabbed her rear end, causing her to yelp. After a brief giggle, she composed herself. "I always try everything at least once. And I'm told I'm a real go-getter." "Many men will find that trait appealing." His hands ran up to her shoulders until they reached the straps of her dress. Her breath hitched as the straps began moving off of her body. In just a moment, she would be completely nude in front of her companion. Normally, nudity didn't bother her. Under the current circumstance, she couldn't help feeling a little awkward. The dress pooled to the floor at her bare feet. Nicolo stepped back so that he could admire. Lust filled his eyes instantly, though she couldn't figure out why. She was thin and slender. Not a whole lot up top, just enough for a handful. Not a lot of hips. Well, shapely legs and a nice butt, from what she was told, but otherwise....Well, he seemed pleased if nothing else. That was all that mattered. "You are tensing again, princess. I am not criticizing you in my mind. I am admiring your body." There was a dark, manly look in his eyes that reached his lips in no time. His hand cupped her forever reddened cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He brought her face back to his for another kiss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of his mouth. She sighed as his arms wrapped around her body. Then she was being lifted from the floor. Moments later there was something exceptionally soft underneath her. She opened her eyes to see Col above her, kissing her into his bed. Wow! She closed her eyes again, now that she knew what was going on around her. Col wasn't completely on top of her. In fact, he was to the side of her with part of his torso hovering above hers. Her body wondered what the entire feel of him would be. It made warmth tingle from her chest to the place between her legs. That embarrassed her, too. The man moved further to the side so that he could lie on his side next to her. He watched her closely with those violet eyes. Adri's face glowed redder by the moment. "Why are you embarrassed?" "Because you're watching me like that." He smiled then traced her body with his fingertips. "Do not be. Just enjoy. I am." His fingers traced her very pink nipple. She gasped in surprise. It was like electricity spiked down her entire body, causing tingles. The nipple hardened at the continued contact. He gave the hard thing a little pinch. Adri's lower half jumped off the bed as though jolted. "There is nothing wrong with allowing your body to move in the heat of excitement, little princess. In fact, it is welcomed. A man likes to see the rewards of his handy work." She swallowed hard and tried to bury her embarrassments. Why was she feeling so darned self-conscious, anyway? Ugh. She needed to calm down. His hand continued to move down her body, stopping at her belly button. He stared in some sort of fascination....as though deciding something about that spot. His face leaned down and kissed around the navel. Eventually, his tongue dipped inside. It was so strange! But it actually felt nice once she got used to the idea. She shivered as his hot breath touched the spot while his tongue did its dance. His hand hadn't stopped moving. It touched her inner thighs, a move which her breath catch. Her legs spread to give him better access. Part of her was hoping he'd move further up. Unfortunately, he moved further down. She let out a frustrated growl. "Has anyone ever told you that you sound like a cat when flustered?" She shook her head, wildly. He laughed then continued on his leisurely and frustrating exploration. No corner of her leg was left untouched by his hand and eventually his mouth. Each touch was sinfully wonderful and had her body quaking. He took every bit of his time tasting but not where she wanted him to explore. After what felt like an eternity, Col moved back up her leg. He parted her wide, opening her to him. When he examined the wet slit with his finger, a loud cry spilled from her mouth. The sound was rewarded with a crushing kiss. He continued the touch while his mouth nibbled down her neck. She sucked in a long breath when his bite became harder, possessive. Surely that would leave a mark. Not that it mattered. Col was gentler as he came to her breasts. The nipple slipped into his mouth. The feeling shot to the spot his finger teased. Her legs spread more for him, hoping that the ache the sensations caused. She whimpered at him as her womanhood twitched. "Perfect," his voice rumbled deeply. "Just perfect." His cooing voice caused her to open her eyes and lean up. She was just in time to see his face dip between her splayed legs. It was warm and wet. Pressure stayed at the hardened nub beneath his tongue. She didn't feel much at first, then......then.... She flopped back in the bead. Adri groaned and bucked as his tongue twisted, turned, stroked, and lapped up her heat. He didn't stop. Overwhelming pleasure rocked through her over and over again, causing her breath to be lost and her heart to pound hard. Nothing had ever felt like that. Ever. It was the most wonderful thing she'd ever experienced. His fingers dipped inside of her tightness. It hurt a little upon entry. But then....ohh, it felt so good. So nice and full. She could feel her body stretching in readiness for him. By the time he managed to work a second finger in, she could barely stand it. The sensation built and built and built until it reached a place where she could get some kind of conclusion. "Ohh ohhh! Ohh, Col, please don't stop. Please. Please!" But he did. He lifted his face from her body. His violet eyes were almost frightening now. There was a deep need in them. A delicious, heated desire. And there was something more. Not just from his eyes. But all of him. Like something calling to her. She felt something in her calling too. Like her soul reaching out for Nicolo. "I feel your Awakening near." He crawled up her body, kneeling between her still opened legs. There was a lump between his legs that hadn't been there before. Adri sat up as much as she was allowed and reached for it. Wow. It was hot and throbbing beneath her stroking hand. Col's head threw back in a hungry groan/growl that sent Adri in shivers. Awakening "Touch me, my little princess, as much as you desire." She gasped. She wanted to see that stiffness for herself. Her hands moved to the sides of his pants. Dipping two fingers on either side, she lowered the article of clothing until he was exposed. Long and thick. The top of it was wet. All of it was ready, pointing at her steadily. She took that stiffness into her hand. So hot. So deliciously hot. She held it, stroked it, and watched in wonderment while Nicolo's breath hitched then quickened. How his body began thrusting into her hand eagerly. How those beautiful eyes rolled beneath their lids. "Stop. I won't last you," his voice pleaded to her. She almost didn't care. She wanted to see what would happen when he finished. The look in his eye, however, stopped her. Nicolo pulled himself out of Adri's hold, then moved off the bed. She frowned. "Shh, I am not leaving you. These pants must go." He slid completely out of his pants then moved back to bed with her. He climbed above her, wrapping his arms underneath her shoulders. His forearms were long enough that he could touch the sides of her face, ears in particular. His fingers touched her earlobes gently. It made desire rise in her even more, causing her to open her legs up to him. But he didn't join with her quite yet. "This may hurt you." "What?" She whispered from the haze of her desire. "When I enter your body for the first time, it may hurt." "Oh, that, I know." She mumbled while arching her body against his eagerly. "Please....don't make me wait, Col," she whimpered. He stroked her ears even more. His mouth touched hers in a rough kiss that made her head spin. "As my lady wishes." And then he plunged. There was a distinct, sharp pain between her legs as the hard member entered her body. She screamed out in his mouth as the sensation ran through her. Damn, that hurt. He held himself inside of her while her body adapted to the length and width of him. In the meantime, he didn't let up on the drowning kisses. His thumbs continued to play at her sensitive ears. In no time, her body was eager for him all over again. She hesitantly moved her hips to ask for more. Col moved in and out of her in deep, leisurely strokes. The more he moved, the looser and wetter she felt--wonderfully slick and smooth. She could hear her body's eagerness with his movements. All of it caused soft mewing moans to spill from her mouth. His forehead pressed hers. His hot breath puffed across her face. He smelled like clothes fresh from the laundry lines. And it was somehow warm, sunkissed. It made her feel lost in him and the feelings of him. Waves of pleasure filled her body, starting from the space his length filled, through to her hands and toes. She felt herself spasm around him, pulling him deeper inside. She was rising to that point again. Heaven help her if Col stopped this time. "You must let it go, princess," he told her in a strained voice. "Let it go." She didn't realize until then that she was holding onto her power like a protective shield. Just as her body was on the cusp of the final pleasure, her power was on the cusp of a violent release. She was frightened to let it go. Then she felt the spring wind over her, again. Not just at her face, but everywhere her body met Col's. It was warm and wonderful and welcoming. The power washed over her, forcing her power to rise to meet him, as her hips rose to meet his body. It was all so involuntary. All so natural. "Show me your magic," he whispered into her mouth before taking it in his. His skin began to glow a soft lilac color against her skin. The color bounced off the sweat on his skin. Each bead gave off a darker hue of the color. Adri watched one on his face with fascination. Col gave her a weak smile, but he was too busy concentrating on her body to worry with much else. And her own skin answered in response, lighting her own body in an ivory touched with a green shimmer. The lilac and ivory mingled together, joining and separating just as their bodies did. His color forced her own passed him and through the room. Forced the power to unleash just as her body was thrown into pleasure beyond imagining. As her body went tumbling over the edge, she screamed out, wrapping her legs around his. Above her, Nicolo roared with his completion. Before she could come down from the act, time had stopped and Adri separated from the flesh. Her body and Nicolo's were distant, though she knew both were below. What had happened? Why was she floating, floating, floating...? Everything felt so light. It was like things were real and unreal. Like this was natural and unnatural. Something else was there, watching. Waiting. Waiting for her to open up and let it in. A hand reached for her. A hand of leafy green. The hand looked familiar. In fact, all of it felt familiar. Beyond her will, her hand touched the one offered. A door opened in her very soul. But the Leafy Green didn't walk inside. Not yet. Something else had to walk that road first. There were smells. Smells of woods. Smells of creatures. She could feel The Cats. She could feel The Wolves. The Bears. The Snakes. The Sharks. The Birds. Everything. The Woods itself. "Lady of the Wood," a surreal voice filled her head. "Not a name. A persona. Who you are. What you are. Take the Wood's gift." All at once The Wood joined her spirit. This was her power. What that meant, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that she could touch the creatures in her. Not all at once, but one by one. She knew them just as they knew themselves. Her inner creatures. Not a shifting beast, but something else entirely, yet similar. Something else just as wild and free. "Lady of the Wood. Sister to the Earth Element. We welcome you Home." The Leafy Green joined her now, closing the door but not sealing it tight. The Inner Creatures could rise and waken. The Leafy Green could join her magic and feed her energies. Yes. She was home. Home. When she came back to her body, the room was filled with energy and the scent of a spring wind and of fresh toiled earth. She felt energized yet completely exhausted. At least for right now. Col was still over her, touching foreheads with her. A giggle rose through her. She felt fanstastic! "Wow!" Nicolo grinned at her. "Indeed. That was wonderful." "Uh huh!" She giggled then groaned. Col was still in her, keeping her on the edge of excitement. Maybe he wasn't done? "I felt the call of all things wild." "I think it did. I think my element came to me, too. Not just my Word." He looked down at her surprised. "Your element came to you? That is odd. Normally a special ritual is performed to tribute the elements." The look of awe in his eyes was almost as tantalizing as his looks of lust. "You must be something truly special, Princess Adriana." "I'm just Adri," she said with a blush He placed gentle kisses on her cheeks. "We'll have to explore your new powers further, 'just Adri.'" "Oh...okay, Um, should I start making regular appointments with you?" The dark manly look took hold of his features, again. With a lick of her bottom lip, he answered. "Yes." He continued playing with her until she began to arch her back and call out. He pressed his hips against her so she could feel his body begin to tighten. "But we are not done tonight." He pressed his lips together with hers hard enough to bruise. Soon she was back in that blissful, wonderful place that she had so recently discovered. Awakening Chapter 1 "What the hell do I think I'm doing," I asked myself as I slipped my jeans down my legs, unclasped and shrugged off my bra and added my panties to the pile of clothes on the floor. "Julie, I can't thank you enough, you're really saving my butt," my roommate, Sandy, said as she finished adjusting some lamps in the middle of our room, and started adjusting the 4x5 studio view camera she had borrowed from our college's art department. About an hour earlier, Sandy had been about to walk out the door with that same camera equipment, when the model she had found to complete her photography class assignment had called saying she had to head home to deal with a family crisis. "Shit, am I screwed," Sandy had moaned, "I have to take these shots tonight so I can process them tomorrow, and turn in the assignment on Friday. Without a model, I am totally fucked." "Well, you could forget about it, go find a guy and really get totally fucked," I teased. "Thanks, bitch," Sandy smiled, flipping me a bird, "but I can do that any night, and I really want to do well in this class." (Sandy has never suffered from excessive shyness, and after almost two years of rooming together, I was well aware of her strong sexual appetite.) "Can you do a self portrait?" I asked more seriously. "No," she answered, "we already had a self portrait assignment. Plus, I already posed for Brandon (one of the other students in her advanced photography class), and our professor doesn't want any duplicate models. That way we each show our own vision." "OK," I said, "how about someone else around here like Erica. Given how little she wears out on the sun deck, she certainly seems comfortable in her own skin." "Well, I suppose I could ask her, but she's got that whole long and lean thing going, and I was really hoping for someone with more curves and muscles ... like you ..." "Oh no you don't," I scolded, "I know you've been trying to drag me 'out of my shell' for two years now, but there is no way I am letting you show my naked body to your photo class!" I suppose this is a good place to describe myself. I am a fairly tall brunette, with a decent figure (Sandy and some past boyfriends have told me its way beyond decent, but whatever). I have fairly large breasts, and because I swim on our school's team, a fairly athletic build (broad shoulders, muscular legs, etc.) I "developed" early -- in junior high -- so I've always been self-conscious about the attention my body attracts. While I'm comfortable enough in my racing swimsuit, my other attire tends toward the conservative and baggy. That's not to say I'm a prude -- I've had several lovers of both sexes, and masturbate almost every day when I'm not getting any -- but just that I'm shy about how I look. Like I said, Sandy's been trying to get me into the skimpier clothes she prefers (they tend to the bare-midriff, micro mini, sheer, thong variety), which she assures me will get me much more cock. Well, the few times I've let her dress me so far, all I've done is spent the evening trying to hide my body, and coming home to my vibrator very frustrated. So, the idea of letting Sandy take photos of me nude to share with her whole class did not hold a lot of appeal. "Why not a guy," I asked. "From what you've said, that Brandon you posed -- and did other things -- for has muscles to spare." "No, Brandon posed for our one of our group shoots, so he's not eligible. And I don't know any other guys with that kind of build who I'd feel comfortable asking. So, Julie, its got to be you if I want to get the look I want ... please ..." "No Way!!!" "C'mon, its black and white, so I'll use lots of shadows, and I'll hide your face, so no one will even know its you! Here, let me show you the kind of thing I have in mind." Sandy flipped open her laptop, and went to a fine art photography website. There, she found some Alfred Stieglitz nudes of Georgia O'Keefe that omitted the famous painter's face, while creating abstract patterns with light and shadow on her bare body. "They're beautiful," I admitted. "And, your body's ten times better than hers," Sandy pleaded, "think if these were done with a really in shape woman like you." "Well ..." I had to confess I was intrigued. While I had never admitted it to Sandy, whenever I looked at adult websites or watched pornos (things Sandy introduced me to early in our first year as roommates), I had always wondered what it would feel like to show myself off that way. "... you promise not to show my face?" "Absolutely!" "OK. What do you want me to do?" "Oh, Julie, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" Sandy gave me a big hug, and looked around our room. "Why don't you get undressed, while I set up the lights? Can I borrow your desk lamp?" So, here I was standing naked in front of my roommate (certainly nothing new), while she got ready to take pictures of my nude body (something VERY new). I had a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, but my tightening nipples and a wetness between my legs told me this wasn't all bad. "First," Julie said, "let's rub some baby lotion over you. It will help eliminate the lines from your bra straps and panties, and will make you body seem to glisten in the lights." She pulled a bottle out of her toiletries bag, doled some lotion into her hand and started rubbing it into my back. "Hey, babe, relax, its just me," Sandy said when I sort of jumped at her touch. Again, her touching me wasn't anything new -- we had been "friends-with-benefits" since our first week of rooming together -- but I was tight as a cat because of these new circumstances. Gradually, however, as Sandy's hands roamed over my body, I began to relax, and when she got to my ass, and then spun me around to put lotion on my tummy and boobs, I started getting really turned on. When she finished, Sandy slid a finger through my wet slit -- sending a shudder through my body -- and licked it off. "Good," she purred, "I want you turned on. If you do a good job posing for me, I promise to give you the best head ever." I laughed. "If that's a promise, I'll do my best!" Then Sandy became all business as she pulled out a light meter, took several readings, stepped behind the camera, and inserted the first film holder. "OK. Let's start with your back. Face away from me, spread your legs a little, and give me a 'muscle man' flex." I did as I was told, and heard the shutter click for the first time. After about 20 poses (view camera photography is a slow process), Sandy was down to her last film holder. We had done a number of dorsal, and side shots -- all making it easy for me to turn my head away, or hide it with my long hair -- but Sandy wanted to do a full frontal shot at the end. With each passing pose, I had become more comfortable with the experience, and more turned on by the exhibitionism of the whole thing -- even if it was only in front of my roommate. For the final pose, Sandy decided on a straight-on approach. She had hung a dark blanket off our curtain rods as a backdrop, and asked me to stand in front of it facing her. She positioned the lights facing me straight on and aimed the camera straight at me. Unfortunately, when she got close enough to me to crop my head out of the shot, the lens distorted my arms (or so she said). "Can I please include your face in this shot, if I promise to crop it out when I print it?" "Sure, if I can have the negative, and a print with my face in it as a souvenir," I replied. Sandy smiled. "Deal." She backed the camera up to include my entire body and face. Before squeezing the shutter release, however, she walked over to me, and gave me a hard French kiss while sliding two fingers in and out of my pussy several times. "Now," she said, show me what a proud confident, horny slut you are." As she stepped behind the camera, I tossed my head back, and gave her my best "come fuck me" smile. The shutter clicked. Thinking that was all, I sat down on the couch behind me, spread my legs, and running a finger through my dripping slit looked up at Sandy expecting my reward. But, I had forgotten about the second sheet of film in the holder. Sandy had just flipped it around for a backup shot when I sat down, and before I could say anything she squeezed the shutter release. "Just a little souvenir for both of us," she giggled. "Don't worry, it won't see the light of day except in this room. With that, Sandy was on her knees in front of me, and any anger I felt quickly evaporated as her talented tongue brought me to my first orgasm of the night. Chapter 2 Most of the next day passed fairly normally, except for a gnawing sense of trepidation or anticipation about what the results of my little modeling effort the night before would bring. After my afternoon workout, I showered and returned to our room. In an unusual move for me I didn't bother to get dressed, but instead sat down to my studying in the nude. (Sandy studies nude all of the time, but I'd always stay dressed because of my self consciousness. Who knows, maybe Sandy was finally bringing me out of my shell.) After about an hour, I heard Sandy's key in the lock, and she burst into the room. "Well look at you, missy, I've been looking at your naked bod all day in the darkroom, but the real thing looks much better." "Good enough to eat?" I grinned. "Absolutely ... but not yet ... I have some really cool news. First, though, check these out." Sandy reached into her backpack and handed me a brown envelope. Inside were 8x10 proofs of all the shots Sandy had taken the night before. In addition, she had included beautiful final prints of five of the shots that she would submit as her assignment. I stared at he photos and couldn't believe it was me. The body in them was toned, feminine and sensuous. I instantly got turned on looking at them. I had no idea I could look that good. For her class submission, Sandy, as promised, had cropped the fully-frontal hands-on-hips shot to just my torso. Even I had to admit it made my body look like a sculptor's ideal. The next two prints really blew me away, though. The first was the same hands-on-hips pose, but with my face and entire body included this time, and the second was the impromptu shot when I had sat down, fingered myself, and told Sandy to come eat me. The strong, empowered, sexual woman who stared back at me was someone I hadn't known before -- but someone I definitely wanted to get to know better. I involuntarily started running my hand over my wet pussy. "Wow," I said, "I had no idea I could look like that! What a turn on!" "You like?" asked Sandy. "Good because my teacher wants me to use the full- frontal torso shot in our final show ... that's my news. Is it OK?" "I dunno," I said, "what did people in your class think?" "They all loved the prints, and all wanted to know who the model was. Don't worry I didn't tell. I could tell that Brandon was especially impressed." "Aren't you worried he's going to want me more than you?" I teased. Brandon was the hunk of Sandy's photography class. She had shown me nude photos she had taken of him when he posed for them as a group, and I must admit he had made up my fantasy in several sessions with my vibrator. Sandy had also served as Brandon's model in the assignment just completed, after which she had fucked him silly (and vice-versa). "Not to worry," she smiled, "I adore his cock -- and will take it as many times and in as many ways as I can get it -- but he's definitely not my type as a boyfriend. Fuck buddy, yes, relationship, no. Besides, even if you meet him, the way you dress he won't even know it's you in the picture. Anyway, can I use the shot in the show ... please?" As Sandy said this, she sat down next to me on the couch, and started caressing my breasts. As her hand slid down my tummy, I sighed "OK" and turned to kiss her. Afterwards, when we returned to our studying, I kept looking at the two photos showing my face. "Yes," I thought, "I really want to get to know this person better." Chapter 3 Over the next several weeks, I made several subtle but, to me, major changes in my approach to my body and sexuality. At swim team practices, I started wearing a bikini-style workout suit, rather than a one-piece; clingy tank tops and shorter shorts or miniskirts replaced my usual baggy t-shirts and cargo shorts; and I even put in a couple of appearances on our dorm's sun deck in a newly-acquired thong bikini. I must say, these changes received substantial positive reinforcement in the form of increased male attention. While I always enjoyed sex with Sandy, ever since I saw the photos of myself, and as I anticipated anyone on campus being able to see my nude body in the art show, I really needed a cock. Always before, I needed to be in a relationship before I slept with a guy; a week or after I posed for Sandy, I had my first one night stand. Sandy had talked me into going to a bar in town with her. She also persuaded me to wear a clingy midriff-baring tank top and jeans (the same outfit she was wearing). Given my newfound wardrobe and confidence from the nude pictures, I was much more comfortable walking into a bar dressed like that than I ever would have been before. Even so, when Sandy pointed out a couple of guys she knew, I was still way too shy to walk over and introduced myself. Fortunately, the guys saved us the trouble, and before I knew it, Sandy and I were back in the guys' apartment. As I undid Mike's belt, and pulled down his pants, I though how nice it was just to be able to fuck someone without worrying about all the BS of a relationship. It was a revelation to me that sex with a guy could be just that "sex," and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. About a week later the final show for Sandy's photography class opened. I went to the reception with Sandy. I wore a strapless tube dress that showed off my muscular shoulders and accentuated my cleavage. When we walked into the gallery, I was stunned to see that the centerpieces of the show were a huge blow up of Sandy's photo of my nude torso, right next to an almost identical pose of one of the most gorgeous male torsos I'd ever seen. "The guy is Brandon," Sandy explained (I had already figured that out from the photos I had seed before), "my instructor took that shot to complement mine of you." Then she laughed, "She agrees with me that the two of you look good together." I giggled as well. "I'd sure like to find out in person." "Maybe we can work something out," said an older woman who had come up behind us. "Hi, I'm Joanne, the professor for this course. You must be the model," she said nodding toward the photograph. I spun on Sandy, "You swore you wouldn't tell!" "Don't worry," said Joanne, "she didn't. Its just pretty easy to tell looking at you and comparing your shoulders and breasts to the photograph." I blushed crimson. "Believe me, dear, you have nothing to be ashamed about. I've worked with a lot of models, some of whom have made it big in the adult industry, and most of them can't hold a candle to you. Now that I can see your face, that's even more true." I blushed again and managed to stammer out "thanks." "So," Joanne asked, "how does it feel to have every pair of eyes that walk through this gallery looking at your nude body." My blush deepened, but I also felt the beginning of a tingle between my legs. "I hadn't really thought about it before," I answered, "but the more I do, the more I like it. Its quite a turn on." "Would you like to experience it some more?" "What do you mean?" "Well," Joanne explained, "tomorrow a number of us from the class are going to hike up into the mountains for a bit more free form photographic exploration of the human form in nature. Its purely for fun, and doesn't count toward the class. Brandon, whose torso is next to yours up there, is going to be our male model, and I had planned to ask Sandy to pose as well, but if you'd be available ..." She let the question hang. I thought about how much I loved the attention my photo was receiving, and how I masturbated almost every day while looking at the pictures of myself including my face. I also thought about how much I wanted the people in that room to know that picture was of me; that I was that incredibly hot, sexual, powerful woman. "I assume this would be nude." "Absolutely," Joanne replied, "and we would have to be able to shoot your face, but in terms of the poses, you'd only have to do what you're comfortable with." I turned to Sandy, "Would you be bummed if I posed?" I asked. "I wouldn't want to steal your thunder." "Not at all," Sandy replied, "as much as I like showing off, watching you come out of your shell the last coupe of weeks has been the biggest turn on for me. I'd love to see you pose for a bunch of strangers." That did it. The thought of getting naked in the great outdoors in front of a group of people I barely knew, just about made me cum on the spot. "My, how I've changed in just a couple of weeks," I thought. But, my native caution still came forward. "How would the pictures be used?" I asked. "The students could use them only for developing their own portfolios," Joanne explained. "As Sandy may have told you, I have a professional studio in town. If the pictures turn out well, I may want to use them in my commercial work, but I can't do so unless the models sign releases. I won't ask you to do that until you see the pictures, and I explain how I would like to use them, if at all. So, you see, you have complete control over your images. Also, if you decide not to go through with it, Sandy can step in for you. You're in charge." My body was all a-tingle. "OK, I'm in and I can't wait! What should I do to be ready?" "Well," Joanne said, "we're leaving tomorrow from the art building at 7:00 AM. Bring what you need for the trail, water, a light lunch, that kind of thing, but we'll have others carry it for you so you don't get backpack strap marks on you. Also, wear loose fitting clothes, preferably without underwear, so you don't get any of those strap marks on you either. Oh, yeah, some advice from my own modeling experience: don't cum tonight, I find holding off gives me a bit more sexual tension to my look." "I could cum right now just thinking about it," I admitted, "but I'll try to hold off." "You're going to do great, Julie, I can tell," Joanne said as she leaned into me and shocked me with a very nice open mouth kiss. When we got back to our room, I asked Sandy about Joanne's professional work and modeling experience. Each of the students in the class had been given access to Joanne's website, and we logged on and looked at her work. Almost all of it was nude and erotic. After we reviewed some of the solo models -- both male and female -- the former often sporting beautiful hard-ons -- we switched to the hardcore area, which showed all forms of girl/girl, boy/girl and group action. Even more interesting, were the photos of Joanne herself at various ages, and engaged in all sorts of sex acts. She was a beautiful woman, and I really admired her ability to show her own sexuality as well as highlight that of others from behind the camera. Would she ask me to pose like that? Would I do it? Tomorrow would be a very interesting day indeed. Chapter 4 The next morning dawned clear and bright, with the promise of a warm day in the mountains. Perfect, I thought, for spending the day naked outdoors. As instructed by Joanne, I dressed in my formerly-traditional baggy t-shirt, and a pair of cut off sweatpants that I tied loosely around my hips. Because of the morning chill, I also pulled on a baggy sweatshirt. Also as Joanne had advised, I did not wear any underwear -- a new experience for me. I packed my hairbrush, makeup water bottle, and some power bars in Sandy's backpack and we headed over to the art building. Awakening The sun beat down on Kevin's face and a sheen of sweat covered his tan forehead. His thin black hair was saturated with sweat and oil and his face bore an expression of determination. He felt a slight breeze whip against his body and his sweat-drenched shirt felt cool against his toned, muscular body. Kevin concentrated on his feet and ensured that they were in the right place. He oriented himself correctly towards the net. In his hand, he held a fuzzy fluorescent green ball. He lightly tossed it against the ground letting it bounce and return to his hand. Kevin inhaled deeply and prepared himself for the serve. He kept his arm straight and threw the tennis ball into the air. His right hand gripped his tennis racquet tightly, and he brought it towards his back and prepared to hit the ball with all the force he could muster. His dark brown eyes locked onto the tennis ball as it approached the peak of its trajectory. It slowly began to descend towards the Earth. Kevin's arm was behind his back. He flexed his upper body, and with a swift motion, he swung his arm with all the force he could summon concentrating on his form to ensure a proper hit. His racquet connected with the ball and it careened towards the other side of the court. It sailed over the net dividing the two sides, bouncing hard against the pavement before going out of bounds before his opponent even had a chance to swing. He smiled towards his cousin whose face bore an angered expression. "Forty, love," he called out stating the score, his deep voice sailing through the warm air of the summer day. Kevin walked to the other side of the baseline when he suddenly made a very disturbing realization. His shorts had fallen off. He then quickly realized that he wasn't wearing shorts. He briefly stopped and looked down at his nudeness, but it didn't disturb him. "Did you forget something there?" he heard his cousin call out in a sneering voice that also conveyed hilarity. Kevin didn't know how to respond, but reached down with his hand and began to cover himself up, feeling a pang of guilt as he realized that he was partially naked on the tennis court. "Fuck man, finish the game," his cousin chimed out again showing impatience. Kevin sighed. He knew that he had to finish the game even though he was nude. His shirt was now gone as well and he was standing nude on the tennis court. He walked to the baseline with a tennis ball in hand, and tried to toss it up. However, he felt very self conscious about playing tennis while naked. His form wasn't right. He realized that he shouldn't continue even though he was so close to beating his cousin. "Hey," Kevin called out to his cousin, as he stared down at the ground. His body language conveyed embarrassment and shame, "I... don't think I can finish man, it ain't right." "Why not?" a sexy female voice called out to him, "You know it's right." Kevin's eyes shot up and he saw his coworker. She was nude. Her body was simply magnificent. Her breasts were firm and full and her hips, oh, her hips. They were so wide, yet her waist was so thin. She was the living incarnation of the perfect hour glass figure, or at least, that's what Kevin was thinking at that instant. She was was a brunette and had long, silky hair. Her natural green eyes only complemented her sexy face. She was petite and her voice was sexy and sweet. She was bent over, in a doggy-style position, with her ass up in the air revealing her perfectly shaped, hairless vulva. She waved it around rhythmically and bounced it for Kevin's viewing pleasure. Her face was low to the ground and she looked over her shoulder towards Kevin. She had a very mischievous glint in her eyes. The two were no longer at the tennis courts but they were in his coworkers cubicle. She was still in the same position and Kevin was now inches away, completely nude. He reached out with his hands and traced his fingers along her soft, tender ass. He loved the way her flesh felt warm under his light caress. His coworker looked back at him, staring at his face with blind lust in her eyes. "Fuck me," she cooed. Kevin had never heard her talk dirty like that, and it sounded so sexy. Especially with her sweet voice. He reached down and grabbed the base of his penis and began pushing it towards her body. His hard penis was seconds away from entering her moist vulva, but he realized something -- he was married! He shouldn't be fucking his coworker! It wasn't right, he reasoned. But there she was, face down with her ass in the air. As if she read his thoughts, she wiggled her ass provocatively as if beckoning him to enter her. Ah, it doesn't matter, Kevin thought. A strong sense of guilt filled him but his inhibitions were currently missing in action. He grabbed the base of his penis, but then realized that it was covered by something -- a latex glove for someones hand. Annoyed, Kevin attempted to pull it off but found that it was firmly stuck to him, almost as if it were glued onto him. His coworker sighed. Her face and body language conveyed boredom and severe annoyance. Her thin lips then parted, and she said, "When they say glove, that's not what they mean." Kevin attempted to retort, but found his voice choking up. He was choking from embarrassment! He could feel his cheeks flushing. His efforts to remove the glove were futile, but that didn't stop him. He returned his hands to her thick hips and he felt his cock press against her tight pussy. Without warning, he pushed his dick, latex glove and all, into her. Oh, it felt so good... the heat was immense. But it didn't feel like a pussy; it felt loose. Was it the glove? He really didn't care to figure out why it felt so different. Kevin thrust his hips a few times, enjoying the mind numbing sensation of an incredibly hot pussy surrounding his dick. It felt slick and tight against him. Her ass felt great bouncing against his groin. He let out a slow moan, and closed his eyes. He thrust a few more times, going deep and slow. He opened his eyes and saw that his coworker was gone. He was fucking thin-air. It didn't matter, however. He still felt her tight pussy wrapped around his dick and it felt good. He continued to look around her cluttered cubicle and suddenly a revelation struck him. This couldn't possibly be happening, he reasoned. It slowly dawned on him -- everything was not real. He was dreaming! As soon as he realized this, his surroundings began to slowly fade. Kevin panicked. No, he thought, her pussy felt so good, he couldn't let himself wake up now. He let out another slow moan; her hot pussy was still wrapped around his dick, and it was sliding up and down... Kevin slowly felt consciousness returning to him. The first thing he felt was his bed and his pillows, but he kept his eyes tightly shut, somehow hoping the pleasure would continue if he kept them closed. And it worked. Or so he thought. He also felt weight around his legs and calves. Kevin slowly opened his eyes, and tried to focus in the dark room... there was a silhouette of a figure, straddling his knees and hunched over. Her hand was wrapped around the base of Kevin's dick and her face was inches away from it. She dropped her face back down to the tip of his penis, and extended her long, moist tongue and began tracing patterns around it. Kevin moaned once again, louder than before, as he felt her tongue swirl around the tip of his penis. She continued to slowly tease and trace circles and intricate designs on him. "Oh, wow," Kevin mumbled, still half asleep, "Michelle, oh wow." Without saying a word, she pulled back and wrapped her thin lips around the tip of his penis and enveloped it. She lightly sucked and used her tongue to massage the head of his penis. The blinds to their room were open and moonlight from the almost-full moon streamed in, allowing the two of them to make out each other's bodies and faces. She slowly released her lips from around the tip of his penis and let the saliva ooze down. "Took you long enough to wake up," Michelle said with a grin that was visible in the darkness. "Wha..? Why, what's going on?" Kevin, who was still groggy, stupidly muttered. The remnants of his fragmented dream were quickly evaporating from his memory, and he was still attempting to figure out what was happening. Michelle smiled and used her right hand which was wrapped around the base of his penis to slowly massage his shaft, and spread some of the slick saliva around. She used her left hand to fix her silky hair and push a few loose strands behind her shoulders. Her dark hair had a band around it forming a loose ponytail. Kevin's mind returned to the previous night. He had arrived home from work at around 11:30 and he was utterly exhausted. He had been working extra hours as a project deadline was approaching. His wife was in bed reading a book. They had been married for about two-years. He had talked with her for a few minutes before drifting straight to sleep. He turned his face and looked at the alarm clock at the side of his bed. 4:33, it read. He had been asleep for five or so hours. "Well," Michelle said softly in her sweet voice, "I woke up, and couldn't help but notice something... you had your hand wrapped around your cock." "Did I?" Kevin said dreamily. His body felt tight and stiff. She was still moving her hand up and down slowly along his penis, and her saliva felt slick and wet against him. Her face was still dangerously close to his penis, and with each breath, he felt her hot air touch his penis which provided an intense cooling sensation. She slowly added in a very sultry voice, "And then I had this mischievous idea." Kevin was finally fully awake. He looked down at her body. She was still wearing her night clothes, which was a white camisole and a pair of matching white boyshorts. Kevin had first thought it was a strange combination for sleeping, but it quickly grew on him after she had performed some of her wicked lap-dances for him. It was a killer combination -- her petite, curved tan frame and tight clothing. Kevin couldn't really complain. The thought of it was nearly blasphemous. She had a slender, petite frame, with beautiful natural breasts. They were a bit smaller than Kevin would have preferred for visual enjoyment, however, she more than made up for it with a nice round ass. She was most likely too skinny for her own good but she wasn't unhealthy looking. Her straight, dark brunette hair and hazel eyes complemented her sexy face and body. She had a triangular face with a pronounced jaw and delicate features. Her face was simply adorable. Her almond eyes were slanted, almost naturally conveying a mischievous look to them, yet at the same time, her face portrayed ultimate cuteness. Her lips were a little thinner than he would have preferred, but when they were wrapped around him, he had no right to complain. Through the moonlit room, she looked at Kevin and her eyes locked with his. Her hand moved up and down, applying pressure to his foreskin. It was nearly hypnotic watching her slender hand move up and down. She pulled her hand down and broke eye contact and slowly lowered her face towards his dick once more. Her mouth was several inches away from his penis, and her lips were so round and soft. She licked them briefly, before delicately parting them and revealing her tongue. As she moved her hand, she ran her tongue across the underside of Kevin's glans. He lightly moaned as her tongue rubbed against him. It was unbelievably soft and warm. The texture was amazing -- it provided pressure against his dick yet was unimaginably soft. She continued to lick the underside of his head and simultaneously moved her right hand along his shaft. Michelle brought her left hand into play by slowly tracing it along Kevin's nude body. Sleeping nude did have it's benefits; there was no need for Kevin to stop and disrobe. She brought her left hand above the base of his penis, and rubbed it through his thin, trimmed pubic hair. She slowly pulled back with her tongue and then brought her mouth to the tip of his penis. She held onto the base of his penis and firmly held it in place. She slowly kissed the tip, almost as if worshiping it, before sliding her lips around and enveloping it into her hot mouth. She sucked slightly and her cheeks puckered. Kevin felt her slick cheeks rubbing against the side of his penis, and couldn't help but let out a small, pleasurable groan. Her tongue was on the underside of his penis, rubbing along his glans as she moved her face back and forth, fucking his hard dick with her soft, lovely mouth. Her eyes remained fixed on Kevin's groin and showed what seemed to be fierce determination. She bounced up and down and began to swirl her tongue. She began to move faster and faster with her face swallowing only a couple of inches of his six inch penis. Her right hand furiously rubbed against his shaft. The feeling was intense. Kevin moaned, and his hip naturally thrust and he exhaled, "Whoa girl, slow down." Kevin brought his hand down to her face, and traced it along her hairline. She slowed down, and slid her lips off his penis, and smiled. "Too much, huh?" "No, I just want this to last," Kevin replied, with what he was sure was a dumb grin. Michelle still had her right hand loosely around the base of his slick penis. She slowly slid it up and down. Michelle lowered her face and began tracing circles along the side of his dick with her tongue. She moved her right hand away, and brought them up to his stomach which was were her left hand was resting. She started rubbing her hands across Kevin's body while she licked his dick, which stood straight up. The only thing that was touching it was the tip of her tongue. It begged for so much more attention than her sole tongue could provide. Kevin exhaled deeply. His eyes closed, and he pushed his head back further into his pillow and concentrated on the pleasurable feelings of her tongue sliding across his shaft. He loved the weight of her body on his legs and how her hands were moving across his body. He loved how Michelle paid attention to these little things. He continued to enjoy the sensations, feeling the cool wind from the waning summer night blow into their room through the open window. He loved the way the moonlight created a bluish hue to the night and how he could see her body clearly, yet how it seemed so distant. Kevin inhaled deeply, savoring the combination of fresh air and the scent of his wife. It had been a while since Michelle had sucked him off. A blow job had primarily become a quick precursor to their normal sexual routine. Kevin briefly wondered what would happen in the next few minutes. Would she suck him off or would she mount him and fuck him silly? Kevin imagined her sliding up and slowly removing her top, tossing it aside, and burying her face against his and kissing him with blinding passion. Her soft breasts would push up against his chest and he would wrap his arms around her and pull her close. She would moan softly and revel in the feeling of being wrapped up by her man. The two would gaze into one another's eyes, and they'd melt into one another. He imagined her hot pussy slide up and against his cock and finally envelop it in all its tight warmness. His penis surged at the thought and he subconsciously flexed it, and Michelle moaned as she licked his dick. Kevin opened his eyes and saw Michelle's large, almond eyes staring back at him. She cooed, "You like that, huh?" Kevin didn't respond nor did he have to. His face and body language was more than enough convey the pleasure he was receiving. His legs had stiffened up and his breathing had become deep and heavy. Michelle was now tracing her warm, moist tongue along the base of his penis, licking and briefly flicking over his scrotum. The licking of his scrotum wasn't nearly as erotic as it looked, but it was the anticipation that made him groan and go dizzy with pleasure. The thought of a beautiful girl licking his body and giving his most sensitive area her complete attention and playing with it so tenderly was simply mind-numbing. Michelle brought her tongue slowly to the underside of his penis towards the base. She licked up along the underside, her tongue flat and long, lapping at it, as if she were eating ice cream. Her tongue reached just beneath the head of his penis, and she stopped there, licking it and flicking her tongue over the sensitive area. She continued towards the top, and she retracted her tongue into her mouth and doused it with her saliva. Her lips parted, and she slowly wrapped them around the head of his penis. She briefly brandished her teeth and with delicate precision, used her teeth to grip his foreskin and move it around, making Kevin burn with anticipation. She pulled her teeth back, swirled her tongue around his head, and began moving up and down using a much slower pace than she had been. Kevin once again closed his eyes. He brought his hands down to hers and took them in his. Their fingers intertwined and Kevin gently squeezed her soft, delicate fingers between his. Her lips were enveloped around Kevin's dick, and she was swirling her tongue and moving up and down. She wasn't sucking this time, but loosely fucking his dick with her tight mouth. Kevin couldn't help but think about their first time together... the first time she had gone down on him. It had been so much different than all the other relationships he had been in -- the major fact being that Michelle was a virgin at the time of their marriage. Kevin had never been one to believe in the saving sex for marriage, but Michelle was. Before he had met her, Kevin had never imagined falling madly in love with a girl who wouldn't give it up but it had only made their relationship so much more exotic and romantic. The first few dates had been full of sexual tension, at least for Kevin. This wasn't the case with Michelle. It took Kevin a while to get used to this, but he respected her beliefs which had nothing to do with religion. He liked her so much at the time that nothing, not even sex, would make him abandon her. He was able to concentrate on her; her body, her smile, and most importantly, her brilliant personality. As time progressed he slipped into love. The sex didn't matter anymore; Kevin only wanted her. She made him feel like he was experiencing love again for the first time... every time he laid eyes on her, his breath would be taken away and it felt as if he was floating in midair. Every single other emotion felt drowned and dulled out; overshadowed by his towering love for her. Everything in his life seemed dull and dim without her, and he would cherish their hours together. What only amplified their feelings was that Michelle felt the same way about him. Their wedding night didn't even have as much sexual tension as Kevin expected, in fact, they didn't even do anything their wedding night... they simply relaxed with one another's company, almost in awe that they were finally married. They slept that night, in a euphoric state, with arms wrapped around one another. They had sex not too long afterwards, but what shocked Kevin the most was Michelle's attitude. He kind of expected her to be quiet and shy, but it turned out to be the exact opposite. She had held off on sex for twenty-two years and she wasn't eager to hold anything back. She would communicate exactly what she liked and what she wanted, and would surprise him by trying new things. She wasn't ashamed of her inexperience, rather, she took everything as a learning experience and was determined to be the best girl in bed. His previous girlfriends, who presumably had much more experience than her, weren't nearly as confident in their sex as she was. He had heard the saying once -- a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets -- and that statement was Michelle's sexual motto. She was a nice, polite good girl in public, but when they were alone together, she was wild. And a testament to this motto was the way she had wrapped her lips around his cock, and how she was trying to stuff it deep down into her mouth trying to fit as much of it in as possible. Awakening She had swallowed about half of his cock, but had reached her limits. Her tongue slightly swirled around, and she pulled back out. "Oh, Kev, I wish I could learn how to deep-throat or something. I need to practice more," she said, adding a sly and sarcastic note to her voice. Kevin couldn't tell whether she was serious or what she meant, but he didn't care... the thought of that pleased him. "By all means, practice whenever." "I'll take you up on that, I think," Michelle said, flashing her small pearly white teeth through the darkness. She unwrapped her fingers around Kevin's, and brought her right hand back down to his penis and gripped the base. She moved her hand back and forth and applied pressure. Several drops of precum oozed out of the tip. She brought her tongue down to the tip, and licked at it, and spread it along with saliva around his head. She brought her lips down slowly, and wrapped them around his thick dick and made sure to let enough saliva drool out of her mouth to cover her hand and provide lubrication. She began moving her hand faster, and started pumping up and down. Her hand would hit against his pubic bone, pressing hard and forcefully. She let go of Kevin's other hand, and brought her left hand down to his scrotum and slowly began to massage it, using the excess saliva that had dribbled around it and spread it around. Her lips and mouth engulfed his penis and she began to bob up and down. She began to suck, and her lips puckered in once again. Her hand was moving in opposite rhythm of her head giving Kevin a unique pleasure. She would have her mouth at the tip of his penis, and drop down towards the center while swirling her tongue. With her hand, she would be at the base and would slide it up towards the center at the same time she was dropping her mouth towards the center. It provided a feeling as if he was somehow being fucked twice at the same time. "Ohh, Michelle," Kevin breathed out once again. He had never been too vocal in bed, but this was more than he could ask for. Being pleasantly awoken in middle of the night and then receiving a fantastic blow job. He had no right to complain. "Mmmmhmm," Michelle replied, with her mouth wrapped around his dick. She than began to moan, making sure to be vocal as she knew Kevin loved hearing her, and she increased her pace with both of her hands and mouth. She continued moaning and moving up and down, and Kevin began to breath faster. Her garbled, moaning voice sounded so sweet; so sexy. Kevin knew he wasn't going to last much longer, nor did he want to last. It felt so good, he just wanted to come. He wanted to feel himself erupting all over her and have that powerful orgasm rock his body. He wanted to have Michelle there with him, riding him as he came, slurping, sucking and licking his semen as it shot out of him. She sensed that he was approaching and slightly increased her pace. She synced her right hand with her mouth, and now was moving her hand and mouth in the same direction at the same time. She kept going up and down and swirled her tongue back and forth. She'd suck in with her mouth, and her cheeks were rubbing against his dick and her tongue was providing feelings that no pussy could match. Her hand would slightly rotate, adding pleasure that no pussy could replicate. She continued to bob up and down, and Kevin was simply lying on his back enjoying the intense pleasure she was giving him. The seconds continued to tick by, with Michelle continuously moaning and slurping. Her right hand was moving up and down along his shaft and her left hand gently massaging his balls. Kevin stared at Michelle through the moonlit room and watched her delicate features service him. Michelle increased her pace once again, moving up and down faster than ever. Between slow, deep breaths, Kevin asked, "I'm getting close... how should we... uhh... finish this?" Michelle swirled her tongue around on his dick, and then moved back swiftly. Her lips left his dick with a slight popping sound. Her hand continued to bounce up and down, giving his hard dick a slick hand-job. "I want you to come in me, I wanna suck you off Kev." Without waiting for him to say anything, she went back down and devoured his dick with her mouth. She resumed her quick pace of sucking the top of his dick and using her hand to give him a fantastic hand-job. Kevin moaned again. She had never enjoyed him ejaculating into her mouth, but she knew that it was a major turn-on for Kevin. She continued to flick her wrist as she moved it down ensuring that she added some rotation while pleasuring him. Her tongue swirled against his glans, providing immense pleasure. She moved up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder. Kevin felt his orgasm and ejaculation approaching. His breathing became deep and slow, and his upper body began to tighten. Kevin began to lightly moan, no longer able to contain his pleasure. His orgasm was close now. His legs began to tighten and they slowly became stiff. His arm began to flex, and he felt a deep sensation building deep within his gut and slowly expanding to his balls and to the base of his penis. Michelle sensed his orgasm was coming but this didn't deter her. She increased her pace with her hand and began swirling harder with her tongue. She stopped bobbing up and down with her head, but maintained her tongue swirls. She increased her speed with her hand. Michelle formed a seal with her lips around his dick, and began to suck. Her tongue was on the underside of his head, swirling and flicking back and forth. Her right hand was furiously moving up and down, and her left hand was delicately massaging his balls. Kevin let out a soft, guttural groan as the orgasm took control of his body. His body tightened as the first contraction washed over his body. His back became rigid and arched. His hips bypassed his brain and did a wild thrust which was stopped by Michelle as she had him pinned. His legs began to spasm out, but they too were contained by Michelle sitting on them, pinning him down. The second wave washed over him, and he felt the tip of his penis explode as semen erupted out into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue continued to flick, back and forth, giving his glans the attention it needed. Her lips had formed a tight seal, and she sucked hard, and he could almost feel the semen being sucked out of his penis. She continued to moan loudly as she swirled her tongue around. His body continued to contract, orgasm and shiver. His vision began to slightly dim, and his breathing had momentarily stopped as if he were holding his breath. With each shiver, he would sharply inhale. Michelle moved her hands up and down, but by now she had timed her scrotum massage and her hand movement to his orgasm, squeezing and moving up and down with each pulse. His penis and body continued to twitch and her vacuum mouth, and Michelle swallowed with every two to three contractions. Her tongue was still adamantly licking his glans, albeit at a slower pace. Her hand was squeezing against his dick, almost as if it were having its own orgasm that was synced with Kevin's. Kevin's penis twitched and shuddered. It rapidly began diminishing in size. Her hand was still wrapped around the base of his penis and she was squeezing and massaging with each latent contraction. After what seemed like a few minutes, his penis had returned to it's normal state, and Michelle still had her mouth tightly wrapped around it. Her hot, wet mouth enveloped his entire flaccid penis and she licked at, rolling it around with her tongue, as if cleaning it off and sucking the last remaining drops of semen out of him. Her lips formed a tight seal, and she pulled up towards the head, stretching his soft, flaccid dick to its full length and squeezing the last few drops in his urethra out. She finally was off of his dick and she looked back at Kevin who was looking at her adoringly. She ran her tongue along her teeth, and swallowed the remaining cum that was in her mouth with a smile on her face. Kevin appeared physically winded. He was drained. His breathing was heavy and slow. She leaned back, and was straddling his legs around his calves. "That wasn't too bad," Michelle said, a smile on her lips, referring to the swallowing of his cum. Kevin was too caught-up to say anything intelligible. He simply grabbed her hands and moved her closer to him. Michelle slid up, and crawling up along his body until she straddled his groin, his nude groin pushing against her clothed one. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close into an embrace, simply hugging her. Their faces were inches away, and the two briefly kissed. His arms were wrapped around her delicate frame. He didn't want her to go; in fact he just wanted her. He wanted her to become a part of him; to simply envelop her within him so she couldn't go anywhere. He loved her more than she could ever imagine. The two were quiet for a few minutes and simply gazed into each others eyes. Their gaze conveyed much more than words could have ever said. "Now, what am I supposed to do to pay you back?" Kevin said slowly, breaking the silence, with sly smile on his face. Michelle slowly rolled with him. The two were on their sides. Their arms were loosely wrapped around one another, and their legs were intertwined. Kevin loved the feeling of her warm, smooth legs wrapping around his. "For now, lets just go to sleep," she said, "After all, there's always tonight." Kevin smiled, and kissed Michelle once again, this time gently on the cheek. "I love you Michelle," he said in a soft voice. Michelle responded with a heartfelt, "And I love you, more than you probably know." Arm-in-arm and leg-in-leg, the couple slowly drifted back to sleep, reminiscing about their past experiences and dreaming of what was to come. --- Well, I hope you like it. This is my second story, and I tried going for a little different approach, being more straight forward. Just like my first one, this is based off a true experience with me taking creative liberty where I saw fit. If you're reading this, please take few seconds to vote or better yet, drop a comment. I love hearing from my readers, and it always makes me good to know that people like my writing after I invest all this time to write these! Thanks for reading the crazy ramblings of this fool. ~CrazyFool Awakening Janice heard his footsteps before the telltale shadow in the hallway signaled his approach. She unconsciously tugged at the covers to pull them up to her neck, placing her book on her chest to hold the covers in place. She peered over the top of the book to see if he would enter the bedroom. Eric came through the door but never made eye contact with his wife. As he began to undress, Janice marked her place in the book and turned to place it on the bedside table. She lay on her side, her back facing the nearly naked man. Eric flicked off the light and crawled under the covers. Janice knew the next fifteen minutes would determine whether he'd do it or not. She clenched her eyes shut as if that would keep him away. Her knees were pulled up nearly to her stomach. At first they lay together in the darkness without movement. Then Janice felt him rolling, followed by a touch of his hand on her hip. This wasn't always a foreshadowing of what would come next, but her heart sank at the possibility. She wore her normal lightweight nightshirt with panties underneath. Eric's hand pulled up the nightshirt until he felt her bare skin. Then his hand slid down onto her stomach. Janice wondered if he could sense her muscles tightening. This was how he always started. Always. When Eric began to raise his hand toward her breasts, she wanted to speak. She wanted to stop him. But she couldn't form the words; she couldn't make herself say it. Still, the words screamed inside her. There would be nothing said. There was never anything said. Eric found her breast. He squeezed it, played with the nipple and compressed the tit against his wife's chest. She never moved; never made a sound. As he continued to play with the breast, Eric pushed his body against Janice's. She felt his cock touch her ass. He wore boxers, but the hardness of the cock was obvious. She could stop this, but what were the consequences? Eighteen years of marriage hung in the balance, Janice believed. She knew him. If she made him stop there would be anger, blame and confrontation. Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow and the next day. There'd be yelling and accusations. Janice didn't know this from experience. She had never stopped him. But she knew. Eric pulled up her nightshirt underneath the covers. It rested above her breasts now. He pulled the covers down until her shoulders were bare and then her chest. He put his hand on her exposed breast and pulled a little harder, at the same time beginning to roll onto her. Janice sighed and rolled onto her back. His mouth instantly covered the tip of the breast closest to him. He licked the nipple and then took more of her into his mouth. He pushed up the nightshirt until it was completely out of the way, nearly around Janice's neck. She got no satisfaction from his actions. In her books the women moaned and writhed on the bed when men played with their breasts. Janice felt nothing inside. Eric's hand slid inside her panties. He would play with her clit for a minute, then he'd put a finger inside her vagina. Janice would be slightly wet, an involuntary reaction that she would appreciate in another couple minutes. He was on top of her, taking off her panties. She allowed it to happen. She bent her legs in whatever direction was necessary for it to happen. And then she waited as he took off his boxers. Janice could only barely make out the details of his body in the darkness. Nothing about him was discernable in great detail. He was simply a shape; another being in the same room as her. Eric lowered himself onto his wife, rubbing his erect cock over her pussy. She spread her legs for him, willing to do anything to speed up the process. Tension took control of her body, brought on by the distinct possibility that this would hurt. It didn't always, but in recent months her body didn't consistently provide the lubrication it used to. Janice felt the tip of Eric's cock at the entrance to her vagina. She held her breath. Eric pushed and Janice's tiny hole began to spread. She shifted until finding the most comfortable angle. He was inside her. It was a relatively painless night and she was grateful. Now all she had to do was wait patiently. ### Janice Woodruff was a forty one year old mother of two. Her kids were her life. She liked her job as a sales rep, but it didn't consume her. She always made time for the kids' after-school activities and summertime programs. All the while, she tried to avoid the label of soccer mom. She had her own hobbies, like golf, which she fit into her schedule as regularly as possible. Men weren't waiting in line for a chance to have an affair with her. But that was more because of her actions than her looks. Despite her cute face and sensuously curved body, she never flirted with the soccer dads or her golfing partners. Her clothing was conservative and rarely revealing. It was very possible that Janice Woodruff was about to dissolve into oblivion if something didn't change. This fact was not lost on the intelligent, self-aware woman herself. In the year following her fortieth birthday she had considered her place in life and especially her relationship with her husband. She knew it was likely he didn't notice any change in her. In fact, it would have shocked her if he had. Eric seemed to be in a world of his own, with Janice simply a fixture. Whether she came or went didn't seem to matter. Of course, some of this was her own fault. But she was not into rocking the boat. ### On a warm summer day, Janice found herself sitting in the clubhouse having lunch after a round of golf with her best friend Lisa. "You played great today," Lisa said between bites of her grilled cheese sandwich. "Were you taking your frustrations out on the golf ball?" "What frustrations?" Janice asked. Lisa laughed. "That's right. You get sex three times a week. You're the least frustrated person I know." Janice looked at her friend to see if she was kidding. "Don't remind me." "I swear, Jan. You're the only woman I know who complains about too much sex." "It's not the amount of sex," Janice confided. "It's the sex." "There's no such thing as bad sex," Lisa said. "You haven't been with Eric." This time they both laughed, having held this same conversation many times in the recent past. Janice was able to tell Lisa almost everything, knowing it would be kept confidential and be treated with the concern it deserved. "No, I haven't. Are you offering him to me?" Lisa said playfully. "I wouldn't do that to my best friend." Lisa was about to change the subject when she noticed Janice watching somebody on the other side of the room. She glanced over and saw the woman her friend was inspecting. It was Mary Pickens, a new member of the women's league, and perhaps the most attractive. Mary wasn't pretty like a model, just perfectly built with perfect hair and a perfect face. She was about their same age but clearly hadn't aged the same. "That's Mary. Have you met her?" Lisa asked. Janice turned as if caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. "Ah, no. Have you?" "Yeah. We golfed together last week. She's really good." "I could have guessed." Janice's sarcastic tone made Lisa smile. Mary at least dressed like a good golfer with her wrinkle-free skirt and sleeveless top. Her tan was not a golfer's tan. Janice guessed this was a stay-at-home trophy wife. "Want to meet her?" Lisa offered. "You make it sound like you're setting us up," Janice said, poking her fork at what was left of her salad. "I didn't think you were into women. I just wondered if you wanted to get to know her." "I'm not. And sure, I always like to meet the new members," Janice said, her eyes still locked in on the tall beauty. They waited for Mary to get her food and begin to look for a table. When they were certain she was alone, Lisa raised her arm in the air. "Mary," she yelled out. When the woman saw them, Lisa waved for her to join them. "Hey, Lisa. Nice to see you again," Mary said when she got to the table. "Want to join us?" Lisa asked. "Sure." Mary placed her plate of cold cuts, cheese and fruit on the table, then sat down. "Mary, this is my friend Janice." The women shook hands. Up close, Mary was even more striking. She had a mature loveliness that showed no signs of artificial help. She had just enough flaws—minor ones at that—to indicate everything about her was natural. "Hi, Janice. I'm glad you're here. Lisa talked about you last week and said we needed to meet," Mary said with a smile. "I won't even ask what she said about me. Don't believe most of it." "She said you were a very good golfer." "Funny. She said the same thing about you," Janice said. "My scores lately certainly don't show it." "It's a tough course. We need to all play a round together so you can give me your local knowledge," Mary suggested. "We will," Lisa said. During the remainder of the conversation, Janice learned that Mary was married to the owner of a small, but growing, company. So Janice's initial impression of a trophy wife was partly correct. Mary did, however, also work as a self-employed interior designer. They had no children and loved to travel, thus the superb tan. Janice eventually came to the conclusion that Mary was that rare combination of brains, wit and looks. If only she was a guy, Janice thought to herself. They agreed to get together in the near future. It was the type of promise that never got fulfilled, except that Lisa said she would arrange it. Janice had learned in the past that when Lisa made a promise, it was kept. Sure enough, a week and a half later the three of them were teeing off together on an overcast, threatening day. Janice was never real good at spontaneously making friends. She normally had to know somebody, and trust them, for a long time before considering them a friend and talking to them much. But Mary was so easy to get along with, and so energetic, that Janice immediately felt comfortable around her. On the fourteenth hole, the heavens opened up and it began to pour. They were about as far from the clubhouse as you could get on the course and didn't want to risk riding back in their golf carts in the lightning. "Over there," Mary said, pointing to a shelter on the edge of the woods. "Let's go!" They were under cover in less than a minute. Mary, apparently always prepared for everything, pulled a dry towel out of her bag and the three women huddled in the small, but dry, space next to a pop machine. Mary offered the towel to her friends, who dried off quickly and handed the towel back to its owner. Janice watched as Mary ran the towel over her tan arms and legs. "Don't look," the woman said, turning her back to Janice and Lisa. They couldn't help but see, in the confined space, that she was using the towel to dry herself off under her shirt. When she was done, Mary fluffed her hair and tucked her shirt back into her shorts. "Much better," she said. "Let's hope we're not here long." "At least we can drink," Lisa said, leaning on the pop machine. "Any wine in there?" Mary asked. "It's bring your own," Janice said. Just then a huge bolt of lightning struck nearby and all three women jumped. Instinctively, they huddled a little closer for the rest of the brief storm. Janice felt strangely at ease amid her girlfriends. It troubled her, however, when she wondered to herself why she never felt that way at home. During the course of the long day, Mary agreed to provide Janice with a 'no obligation free consultation' whenever Janice had time to invite her over. Of everything that happened that day, Mary's offer was the best. Janice had been unhappy with the overall appearance of her house for a couple years, but never thought she could afford to have an expert come in and do something about it. Now the opportunity was there, and Janice jumped at it. Janice called Mary the next day and they agreed to meet the following week on a day Janice knew she could get off. Eric argued, of course, that it would be too expensive or they would end up with some 'wild, exotic design' that neither of them liked. Janice assured him they were not committed to hiring Mary, but deep down Janice really wanted it to happen. Hopefully, the cost wouldn't be exorbitant. On the day of the appointment, Janice had the house looking immaculate, or at least as close to it as she could get with two kids. She was oddly anxious about having Mary over; despite the time they had spent together. It was one thing being in a social setting like the golf course and quite another to be alone with her. Janice knew how to handle her insecurities at work, but not so well at home. Mary arrived right on time. She carried several bundles of samples and Janice helped her get everything onto the dining room table. Janice smiled to herself at the expensive outfit Mary wore, including a beautiful silk blouse that clung perfectly to her body. 'Always the professional,' Janice thought to herself. 'Wonder if she's ever laid back?' "Whew," Mary exclaimed when the last item was on the table. "This job can be a workout." "I bet," Janice said. "How about something to drink?" "No, thanks. I'm fine. Are you ready to get started?" Janice was a little disappointed they wouldn't have time to talk a little, but since Mary was donating her time, she didn't want to push it. "OK. Tell me what you need?" "Let's take a tour first." Janice guided Mary through every room in the house, but assured the designer that if Janice wanted to make any changes, it would primarily be to the downstairs, which contained the major living areas of the house. It took close to half an hour for the two of them to see everything, talk about color and wall coverings, and make their way back to the dining room. Mary opened up the design materials she had brought and showed Janice as many options as she thought were appropriate for Janice's conservative taste…and price range. Janice told her she'd think about it, discuss it with Eric, and get back to her. Finally, after an hour and a half, the women decided to sit in the family room and talk about anything not related to house remodeling. The conversation centered around the one thing they had in common—golfing. "I really enjoy being around all the people at the club," Mary said. "With all the people you meet doing your designing and all the people you must meet through your husband, I wouldn't think you needed many more friends," Janice said. "My life's not quite as exciting as you make it sound." Mary paused and looked down at the floor for a second. "It can get lonely." "Really?" Janice said with surprise in her voice. There was an awkward silence before Mary continued. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I love what I do, but all the girls at the golf course make me feel so…welcome." "They're a good group," Janice said. "I bet a lot of them would love to have you work on their houses." "I didn't join just to drum up business. I wanted to make friends, like you. Sometimes…," Mary began to say, "Sometimes I feel like I'm isolated." Janice didn't like the direction the discussion was taking, but she didn't want to seem callous, either. "Isolated?" Mary fidgeted with the collar of her blouse. "Oh, it's nothing, really. It's just, well, my husband is gone so much and without kids…" "Well, I'm always here if you need somebody," Janice said, afraid she sounded too much like a soap opera character. She honestly didn't know what else to say, as counseling was not her strong point. "Thanks," Mary said. "I don't mean to sound negative. I'm very lucky to have what I have. Some things you just can't buy." Janice certainly understood THAT. Also, she felt comforted by the fact that Mary—somebody she had been viewing as having no apparent faults—wasn't that much different than herself. But it was too early to tell the extent of the woman's unhappiness. "That's true. Money can't reduce the feeling of isolation and loneliness," Janice said. Mary gave her friend a knowing glance of appreciation. "Listen," Janice said cheerfully to change the tone. "Do you want to have lunch one day next week? Nothing fancy. We don't have to talk about decorating or anything. Just a social visit." Mary beamed. "I'd love to. At my place, OK?" "Sure. Oh, and one other thing." Janice paused with a serious look on her face. "Wear something casual. You're way too formal." Mary laughed. "Well, OK. I'll try." ### Both women actually looked forward to the lunch meeting. Mary really liked Janice's down-to-earth style. So many women she met through her husband's job or her own interior design work were artificial and phony. Janice never seemed to be putting on a show of any type. It was very refreshing. Janice always had a facilitating side to her that sought out people in need. Mary certainly didn't need help financially, but her inner sadness was starting to show the more the women were together. Even on the golf course, Mary occasionally said something to Janice and Lisa that implied a need for…something. Janice wanted to find out what it was. Even though Janice had never been to Mary's house, she had no doubt it was huge and beautiful inside. She was right. From the moment Mary opened the door to let her in until they were standing in the ornate kitchen, Janice did nothing but turn her head in every direction, trying to take it all in. "Wow. You did a great job with this," Janice said. "I love it." "Thanks. It's never a good idea to be an interior designer and live in a shack." It seemed to Janice that Mary was in an exceptionally good mood. She hoped her idea of the informal get together was going to be a good one. And she noticed Mary's attire, as well. "So, you CAN be casual," Janice said, motioning towards Mary's t-shirt and denim shorts. "Just for you," Mary said. "You look great." "Thanks. Let's go sit out on the porch," Mary suggested, leading the way through a large sliding glass door. They settled into lounge chairs under an awning that extended out from the house. Now that they were in the daylight it became apparent to Janice that Mary didn't have a bra on under her light t-shirt. 'She really took my casual remark to heart,' Janice thought. 'Good for her.' Janice convinced herself she'd go braless too if she had Mary's body. With her legs stretched out and the outline of her firm breasts evident under the shirt, Mary was very striking. Her short hair was styled in such a way that it looked natural whether it was windblown or if every hair was in place. The women chatted and laughed for an hour before Mary asked if it was time to eat. Janice gladly helped get everything ready and they ate on the porch. It was the best time either of them had had in ages. When they were done, the cleanup of paper plates and cups began. Mary followed Janice back into the house. Once the trash was put away, Mary said, "Thanks for making this such a fun day, Janice." Janice was facing her friend in the kitchen. "Thanks for inviting me over." "I don't feel so lonely when you're here. You don't know how good that feels," Mary said. "I might," Janice said, looking into Mary's bright blue eyes. Mary stepped forward. Their bodies touched and Janice unconsciously leaned back until her ass hit the countertop. Mary put her hand on the side of Janice's face and Janice made no effort to remove it. Then Mary lightly kissed Janice on the lips. It only lasted a second or two. "Have you ever kissed a woman before?" Mary asked to break the silence. "No." "Me neither," Mary said. "Do it again," Janice requested. Awakening Disorientation. Confusion. Fortunately, no pain. A kind of milky greyness and a sensation of floating. Thankfully I still seem to be able to remember who and what I was. Memory sort of fuzzy, but intact nevertheless. The accident. Now that I really can remember clearly; no fuzziness there. And so, to the assumption. I realise that I'm in a coma, and I feel hopeful that it is one of those drug-induced ones; a deliberate attempt by the doctors to give my body time to heal. The well-remembered accident was, after all, a big one. Me on my mid-life crisis Honda superbike versus the front end of a double-decker bus. Not exactly much of a contest there. I'm wondering just how bad the damage is. To me, not the bus. Or the bike, come to that. A stupid idea anyway, the bike. Man turns forty, tries to recapture his youth. Ridiculous. And, quite clearly, bloody dangerous. Strangely, I feel tired. Is it possible to have periods of sleep during a coma? Apparently so. God knows how I know, but I'm sure time has just passed; that I... slept? And again. The lustreless greyness seems to have lightened, and I pray that the voice I believe I just heard wasn't a case of wishful thinking. Looking good, it said. I'm trying to move but can't seem to fathom how to do it. Nothing seems to be working. Not my hands, nor my feet and I wonder whether that is a sign of paralysis. Given the bike-bus mismatch, it seems probable. But there again, I can't move my lips or my eyes. Perhaps I'm paralysed from the neck up. I seem to recall someone saying that to me when I bought that bloody Honda. Tired again. More time has passed. This time I'm positive it has, and the greyness is lifting slowly. Again, I've heard someone. Another forty-eight hours; a male voice, a faint Caribbean twang. I try moving again, to no avail, but at least I seem to feel something. I don't seem to be floating any longer. Perhaps it's the bed beneath me that I can feel. I'm too confused to concentrate for long, but despite everything, I don't feel alarmed or worried. You see, I've just realised that, whatever the damage, I'm alive. And my mind seems to be intact. No drooling vegetable in this bed. It's later and there are more voices. The Caribbean guy's been back to see me and if I heard him right – and if he really exists, of course – it's a miracle that I'm alive, but I'm making magnificent progress. They're going to bring me up to full consciousness over the next twenty-four hours. I promised them I'd do my best to help. Of course, since I can't move anything, they didn't notice. I'll just get some quick shut-eye so I'm well rested before the exertions to come. I'm beginning to think this isn't such a good idea. The fact that I can now feel sensation in my arms and legs might, by some, be construed as a good sign. Unfortunately, the sensation is comprised of an eclectic mixture of pain and outright agony. The greyness is clearing slowly. It reminds me of one of those summer morning mists, and I can almost see the wisps of vapour dissipating as the heat of the day rises. The voices are back; the Caribbean guy and two others, both female. 'Vital signs good, heart rate's rising to eighty-seven.' A young female, maybe Scottish. 'He'll be awake in a few minutes.' The Caribbean. If I could just complete the journey back, I'll be able to ask for some painkillers. I try desperately hard – although I've no idea what I'm trying to do. 'Here he comes!' The other female. She sounds both excited and slightly incredulous. And then it happens. I feel a soft hand on my face and an eyelid is pulled open. Daylight floods into my skull and it brings a whole new level of agony with it. And it brings me back. A tube is pulled from my mouth and I cry out, my voice strangely hoarse and high pitched after so much disuse. 'It's okay,' The Scottish nurse soothes my as I begin to writhe on the bed, 'You're going to be just fine.' Although I've yet to say anything that could be termed coherent, I seem to have communicated well enough for the assembled company to realise that I'm in excruciating pain. I feel someone fumbling at my wrist and suddenly the pain rapidly subsides. I lay gasping, trying to focus eyes that seem to have lost the knack. I realise that I'm being spoken to. 'Try to relax,' the calming, dark brown tones of the Caribbean says to me, 'You've suffered an incredible trauma, and things are going to seem pretty dire for a while. We've just given you some painkillers to ease the physical discomfort.' I try to thank him, but still can't seem to find my voice. 'You're going to start feeling sleepy,' the Caribbean continues, 'Don't struggle against it.' Giving up on my vocal efforts, I try to nod instead. This also proves useless, and I'm fairly certain that I can feel some sort of restraint preventing my head from moving. Whether it's the effort to get back, the painkillers or pure laziness, I really do feel sleepy. A soft, small hand is caressing my arm and I decide to take the Caribbean's advice. I don't know how long I've just slept for, but I'm awake again. The hand is still on my arm, motionless now. I'm almost frightened to open my eyes, worried that I'll still not be able to focus. The pain is back, but not nearly so severe. I open my eyes and for a moment or two my fears seem justified, but now they seem to be functioning again. My head really is restrained, but as I finally focus on my surroundings, I realise that I'm in a half-sitting position and there's a few seconds of giddiness as my internal gyro adjusts to this fact. The first thing I focus properly on is the small, blonde nurse, asleep in a chair by my side. It is her hand that rests on my arm under a pale green sheet that covers me from the neck down. Her hair is loose, falling gently over her left shoulder in soft waves. Her lips are parted slightly, bright white teeth just visible. Her nurse's uniform is an even brighter white, and I notice that the top three or four studs have popped open. I also notice that it affords me an excellent view of her right breast, barely concealed in a lacy, translucent bra cup. My mind reacts to this pleasing sight with all its normal vigour, but fortunately my body doesn't. I couldn't imagine a more embarrassing scenario; the Caribbean doctor arriving to check on me and me doing a tent impersonation with the sheet. In fact, my body doesn't seem to be reacting at all as it should. It feels light, floaty somehow, and almost disconnected from its control centre. I try to move my arm and after a few seconds I feel my fingers flex. I try the same think with my legs and feel toes curling under the sheet. The sensation is still far from normal, but at least it happened. I'm not a vegetable and nor am I paralysed. And another glance at the front of the nurse's uniform assures me that my desire for life has not diminished. I look up quickly as the nurse yawns and opens her eyes, presumably disturbed by my movement. 'Well, hello,' she smiles, shaking her head in what appears to be disbelief, 'How are you feeling?' She's the Scottish one. I try to get my vocal chords organised enough to respond, but when I try all that issues forth is a high-pitched croak. She reaches forward and lays a small hand on my shoulder, 'Don't worry, it normally takes a while to find your voice. I'll pop and get you a sip of water; that should help.' I try to nod, but the device around my head prevents me. I watch as the pretty nurse straightens and moves off to my right, out of my range of vision. She returns quickly with a plastic cup and sits herself carefully beside me, leaning forward to offer the cup to my lips. My tongue feels furry and reluctant to move, but the water simply trickles into my mouth and I finally manage to swallow a few sips. 'Thank you,' I manage, my voice wobbling madly as it had for a few days when I was thirteen. 'It's wonderful to see you awake,' she tells me, 'No-one can believe that you made it through.' 'What...' I try to ask what happened, how I really am, but I can't seem to get used to speech. The nurse seems to know what I mean though. 'I should really wait until Dr Stephenson is here,' she smiled at me, 'But since he's tied up in surgery for another hour or so, I guess it'll do no harm.' 'Thank you,' I manage once more. As she sits back on the chair beside me, I notice that she hasn't done up any of the studs on her uniform, and I'm treated to an even better view of her small, pert breast. Thankfully, the expected erection doesn't materialise. 'Well, let's see now,' she evidently hasn't noticed my surreptitious glance, 'The accident was four months ago. Do you remember anything about it?' 'Y... yes. Bike and bus.' As she talks, she checks my pulse, temperature and blood-pressure. All three are likely to be a little higher than they should, thanks to her lackadaisical dress sense. 'Then I'm sure you can imagine you were in a pretty bad way afterwards. Luckily for you, the air-ambulance brought you here. Anywhere else and I'd pretty much guarantee that you'd not have made it. The fact that you have, you can put down to Dr Stephenson. He's an incredible surgeon, and his revolutionary techniques are what saved you.' I'm about to ask her what the prognosis for me is, when a tall black doctor enters the room at a trot. He's still wearing theatre greens, and a mask is hanging loose around his neck. 'Janice,' he smiles at her, 'Thanks for bleeping me. I handed over to Phillips so I could get here and see for myself.' He, too, I notice, seems to carry an air of disbelief as his eyes move on to me. His gaze is intense and captivating; I barely notice the nurse leave the room. For the next half an hour he tells me everything and more that I need and want to know. Much of the medical-speak I can't understand anyway, although words like trauma and transplant seem to lodge in my brain. What interested me most during those barely comprehensible thirty minutes, was that he expected me to make a full recovery in time. He leaves me with another disbelieving smile on his face, and I find that despite being comatose for seventeen weeks and only awake for an hour, I'm once again dog-tired. Five days have passed now, and I'm able to stay awake for longer and longer periods. Janice, the Scottish nurse, has been in attendance round the clock – or so it seems – and she seems to get prettier every time I waken. She has told me almost everything about herself and her life, but has studiously avoided probing me about my background. For that, I'm grateful. In fact, I'm grateful to her for everything she says and does. This morning, she told me that she's been giving me regular bed-baths and I laughingly suggested that she should wait until I was awake next time. That earned me a very strange look, but at least she didn't slap my face or anything. I guess my old habits have come through unscathed, as well. My voice still seems weird to my ears, but I've been told that it is to be expected in the circumstances. I find movement both painful and difficult, and although I've asked to see what damage there is to my middle-aged, much-traumatised body, no-one will let me. I guess it's not such a pretty sight under the sheet, but hell, who cares? I'll ask again later. The past week has seen a steady improvement every day and I've even managed to take some solid foods. They were reluctant at first but they relented this morning. Apparently I'm catheterised which makes fluids the preferred option for the staff, but as Dr Stephenson reluctantly pointed out, if I'm to make a full recovery, I've got to start eating sometime. Besides, from the feel of things, I've lost a ton of weight. Not that I'd recommend dieting like this to anyone. Janice has just come in and she looks lovelier than ever. 'How is my favourite patient this morning?' 'Much better now that you're here,' I tell her. Her smile fades a little and she seems on the point of saying something, but after a small shake of her head, she crosses to my bedside and reaches under the sheet. Light restraints keeps my arms and legs still, and she quickly undoes the one around my right wrist, settling on the bed as she does so. As she does, the skirt of her uniform rides high on her thighs and I'm afforded a wonderful view of white panties. My pulse rate begins to quicken – so much so, that Janice looks up sharply into my face. As I blush and begin to stammer an apology, she straightens, pulling down at the hem of the uniform. She waves away my apology. 'It's me that should be sorry,' she shrugs at me, 'But it's hard to remember...' she trails off and shakes her head. Sitting back beside me, carefully keeping the uniform in place this time, she reaches back under the sheet and grasps my wrist lightly. 'At least it shows I'm not too badly affected,' I tell her, by way of explanation and apology. I receive another strange look. I've heard before that long term patients fall for their nurses, and I wonder now whether my infatuation for Janice is related to that syndrome, or a normal, natural reaction to a pretty young blonde. 'As I told you,' she sighs, 'There's no need to apologise.' I'm emboldened. 'You're extraordinarily attractive, you know.' I try to lower my still-squeaky voice, without success. 'That's... very kind of you,' Janice isn't looking at me now. 'If I really do make a full recovery,' I continue, unable to stop myself, 'I really must thank you for all you've done. Maybe a dinner somewhere?' She looks up sharply, 'That's not a great idea.' Her features seem unable to decide whether they should be shocked, determined or confused. 'I didn't mean that we should... well, you know?' I assure her. 'That's not...' she trails off and gives her characteristic head-shake. 'I don't look that bad, do I?' I keep my tone light in the hope of one of her reassuring smiles and compliments. Another shake of the head and a brief closing of the eyes, 'I just... don't believe in having relationships with patients,' she says quietly. 'Frightened my transplanted bits will get overheated?' I intend this light-heartedly, but the look she gives me now is verging on horror. Flustered, she gets to her feet and reaches for the sphygmomanometer, quickly strapping the rubber belt around my upper arm. She takes a long, deep breath as she pumps the bulb of the device, 'I...' she begins before lapsing into silence. Her confusion has transferred itself to me, and as she releases the strap, I attempt to stop her moving away, looking for an answer. My hand, clumsy and barely controllable after such a period of disuse, misses its intended target and somehow slides up her thigh. She gasps and attempts to disentangle herself from my awkward fumbling. I try to help, but control is beyond me. I really don't want to upset her, but I can't free myself. Our tussle ends abruptly when I freeze. My eyes travel down to where my hand is still entangled; down a length of pale and delicate arm that emerges by my side from the sheet. Janice grasps my wrist firmly, reaching up under her uniform to do so. Even though the motion hoists the garment almost to her waist, I don't look at her at all. My eyes are locked onto my arm. Or rather, not my arm. It's not mine at all; no dark hairs, no childhood scar just above the wrist. I look at the hand Janice is holding, herself also frozen for the moment, and see long slender fingers, not the short stubby ones that I've grown used to over the years. 'They've given me a new arm,' I say quietly, as much to myself as to Janice. I look up at her face and see another strange melange of emotions. Uppermost seems to be something akin to pain. A strange sense of fear courses through me, 'What... what else?' I demand, far more sharply than I intended. Janice shakes her head, a gesture close to desperation, 'I... can't-' she begins. I snatch my hand away from her, surprising us both, and before Janice can react I pluck at the sheet, tearing it from the bed. Too late – far too late – Janice tries to stop me. The sheet floats gently to the floor. 'I would have told you,' she says quickly, apologetically, 'But Dr Stephenson-' 'It's everything!' I interrupt, staring down the length of a totally unfamiliar body. Not just a little unfamiliar, either. My mind is trying to tell me that it's an optical illusion, but I know it's nothing of the sort. The legs are long, straight and gently muscled. A dark triangular thatch of pubic hair forms a perfect V at the conjunction of the thighs. The belly is flat, in fact slightly concave and above that... perfectly shaped breasts, rising to dark-nippled points. 'I'm a woman,' I whisper, finally realising why my voice is so strange to me, 'But... how?' I can't drag my eyes off of myself, and I realise with both shock and something much more akin to hysteria, that my new body is turning me on. 'It's a pioneering new process,' Janice's voice sounds distant, but I can still detect an element of misery under its surface, 'You should count yourself very fortunate-' 'He really did carry out a transplant, didn't he?' I interrupt, 'He transplanted my bloody brain!' 'It was the only suitable body available,' Janice is talking rapidly now, 'I really did want to tell you earlier-' 'A woman's body!' I'm still too shocked to listen to her, but she continues anyway. 'It had to be someone young and fit for you to stand a chance of surviving; in fact, you're the first person ever to come through the process and seem intact. Please listen to me,' she pleads, 'You really should be grateful.' I finally manage to tear my eyes away from the vision of beauty that I've become, and I look up at the distraught Janice, 'I am grateful,' I smile, shocked to find that I mean it. I pause for a second or two and then laugh, 'There's no chance you might be a lesbian, is there?' Awakening I moan softly in my sleep as I dream. My eyelids flutter as my dream becomes more realistic, a tingling between my legs making me move slightly as I moan. My head moves from side to side as the tingling between my legs intensifies. My moans become louder and my heart races as I start to rouse from my sleep, the sensations rolling over my body dragging me to consciousness. I feel the sleep fade from me and realise that the tingling on my clit isn't fading away with my dream but instead is becoming more insistent. My head moves faster from side to side and my body starts to tense, almost as in orgasm. Then, suddenly, incredibly, I am torn from my sleep by an orgasm that wracks my entire body. I feel the waves of the orgasm course over my body even as I am still half asleep. My nipples are swollen, long and hard, while my cunt is gushing. My juices soak my inner thighs and the sheets on which I lie. My toes curl and my head rolls from side to side. Involuntarily, I try to draw my legs up, but I can't... something is stopping me. Something is holding my legs locked into place. My eyes snap open at this realisation even as my body continues to spasm and shudder in orgasm. As my body shudders with my pussy spasming and flowing, I smile to see his face watching me. My orgasm subsiding, I smile into his eyes, loving how he chose to wake me. I flex one ankle slightly and look down to discover that he buckled ankle restraints onto my ankles while I slept, the soft leather so supple and the faux fur lining soft against my skin. Rope looped through the D rings stretching to the bottom corners of the bed, taut as it holds my legs in place. I smile at him and see how dark his eyes are with desire, how his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He smiles slowly at me and I open my mouth to speak but am silenced by the tingling between my legs starting again. I look down in puzzlement and see his hand holding a small toy against my clit, the small round flat pad humming and tingling against my tender, aroused clit bringing me back to the edge of orgasm almost instantaneously. I jump as the vibrations tease my engorged bud and feel his hand withdraw the vibrator. His hand reaches up to stroke my hair from my face and he tells me that I am his good girl, his good obedient girl. His thumb rubs over my lips and I kiss his thumb over and again as he caresses me. He tells me not to move and that he is going to give me his pain. I smile up into his face and thank him for the orgasm. I long to touch his face but know not to move until I am given permission. He smiles once more and tells me that I am not to move an inch unless he orders it. I nod mutely at his words and smile as I feel my heart race and my wet pussy clench at the thought of what may be about to come. I feel his hands loosen the rope holding each ankle cuff in place as he tells me to get on my hands and knees and silently, instantly, I obey and scramble onto my hands and knees on the bed. I feel his hands slide between my legs and adjust my stance, then I hear the clink of metal as he attaches the D-rings on the ankle restraints to the ends of a spreader bar holding my legs in place. My breath starts to become ragged as the excitement courses through me. I gasp as, without warning, his hand crashes down onto my raised ass cheeks, sending a sting of heat through me and making my elbows buckle. He strokes my ass where he spanked me and tells me I need to do better than that, that my elbows need to hold firm. I nod my head furiously, straightening my elbows and concentrating my mind on staying completely still to please him. I feel him move from behind me, rising from the bed and standing beside me. I take a deep breath as I wait and then feel something cool stroking my ass. I sigh contentedly, enjoying the sensation of the cool leather on my skin and wait for his pleasure. He speaks once more, telling me that I am his good girl, his good slut, and that he is going to make sure I never forget that. I start to nod, but am halted as I hear the sound of something moving at speed through the air. I hiss out a breath as a paddle makes contact with my right ass cheek, and then whisper "One, Master. Thank you." I feel one of his fingers slowly trail over the slowly rising welt as I feel my nipples become harder and longer and my cunt grows wetter with need. I breathe deeply, enjoying the sensation of the heat and sting from the paddle flow through me. The paddle is laid flat on my ass as he lines it up for another blow which cracks hard onto my left ass cheek. This time the blow is more savage, harder, biting deeply into my flesh. "Two Master. Thank you." My words croaked as I try to maintain control of myself as his pain consumes me. My breathing is becoming faster as I become more and more aroused. I feel his finger trace the outline of the welt. He shows me the paddle, with a cut-out spelling out a word - S L U T. He speaks to me once more "Oh yes... you are indeed my slut" and I nod quickly. His finger traces the letters once more then withdraws seconds before the paddle slashes down onto my ass cheeks over and over and over again; each time I choke out my thanks and each blow is counted. The paddle not falling not in any set rhythm, but at his pleasure. Twelve strokes. Twelve welts rising on my skin labelling me as his slut. Labelling me as what I am. What I live to be. His slut. Tears are flowing down my cheeks now as my juices are flowing from my cunt. My nipples and clit are both swollen and tender; I want to beg and scream for more. More of his precious pain. More of his love. I feel his hands on my ass cheeks. His fingers, gentle on my skin and his palms cause my already heated flesh to heat even more. I long to thrust against his touch but don't. My elbows are shaking and I fight to keep them locked. My eyes are closed as I pant for breath. He pushes me down, my face pressed down and my forearms flat on the sheet. My nipples brush the soft fabric and I groan with desire and need. I hear him chuckle to himself as he sees my reactions to his touch. He runs a finger down my spine, sending tingles through every part of me, goose bumps covering my skin. His hands move to caress my inner thighs, making me shudder and moan, making my cunt flow with need as his fingers move ever closer to my opening. Then he reaches beneath me, pulling on each nipple in turn before grasping my hand, pulling it down and putting the vibrator into my hand, telling me to put it on my clit and not to move it until ordered. Gasping for breath, I comply, my hand trembling as I hold the humming pad to my tender clit. My eyes close tightly as I concentrate on obeying. He stands for a few moments watching me, enjoying my obvious need, before moving to the end of the bed, behind me. My body is shaking as I fight to maintain my position and to control my need for orgasm, knowing that without permission I cannot come. For long seconds I manage, the pad vibrating on my tortured clit. I take a deep breath, controlling my need to come and then feel his breath on my opening for the briefest of seconds before his tongue plunges deep into my wet hole. And as his tongue slides into me I know I cannot control my orgasm much longer. I beg for permission to come and am rewarded with a long, slow lick of his tongue up my soaking slit before he pulls his head away long enough to bark, "Come now slut!" before slamming his tongue deep into me once more, just as my pussy muscles contract in a spasm of orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me as his tongue delved deep into me. He licked and sucked on my juices as my body shook and trembled. Then as I started to calm, I felt him take the vibrator from my hand and remove the spreader bar before gathering me into his arms and pulling the comforter over us. He whispered into my ear how precious I am to him, how happy he is that I am his slut. Awakening Her green eyes were searching the room. She couldn't see what she wanted. All the people in the room, and not one of them could prove to be the one for her. She wasn't looking for some suave, debonair, charming schmoozer. She was looking for someone who didn't know what he wanted. Someone she could mold, control, own. She wanted to be dominant. But she wasn't going to find that here. As she walked out of the room, brown hair flowing behind her, all eyes locked onto her. Not only because of her looks. But because of the way she carried herself. She gave off the impression that she could have anybody she wanted. And it was true. Her hips swayed like a pendulum. Her eyes still searching for someone worthy. But to no avail. *** The moon was bright over the beach. He could see almost everything. Even the amazing party that was going on across the street. His invitation was clear. But he wasn't going to attend. He was the guest of honor, but that wasn't the reason he wasn't going. The real reason he wasn't going was because there was no point. No point in pretty much anything these days. What he did wasn't so special, so why hold a party for him? He looked to the moon and the beach, then back to the party across the way. A goddess walked out of the entrance. Beautiful brown hair, flowing gracefully behind her. He didn't know what to do. *** Disgusted with herself for not finding what she was wanted, she headed across the street to the beach. Perhaps tonight just wasn't her night of love. Passion, ecstasy, wild perversion, she needed it. But could nobody provide it? Not here, she decided. Then she noticed a man on the boardwalk. Back to the beach, staring directly at her. This wasn't anything new. Except for the way she was being looked at. The way the man carried himself. It showed confidence. She started off towards him. The man followed suit and walked in her direction. As she reached him, she totally forgot what she wanted in a man that night. She didn't want to control, or to be dominant. All she wanted was him. His gaze piercing a hole into her heart. Opening it, welcoming the warmth of his stare. She wanted him. And she knew he wanted her. But not like the way everyone else wanted her. He wanted to love her. *** He was face to face with her now. Both of their breathing was deep. Long breaths took the both of them by surprise. He took her hand slowly, gently. Having no desire for her to change anything about herself at that moment. The way her lips curled. The way her eyes lit up when he took her hand. He interlocked his fingers into her. They were together. With their hand entwined, their heartbeats racing and irregular, their breathing ragged. They knew right then, with everything about them, that they were meant for each other. Around them, eyes turned to see them. But nobody paid them any heed. And the two did the same. Passion, something neither were familiar with. They loved each other and didn't care about anything other than that. He took her gently by the neck and kissed her forehead. She sighed with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tightly, roughly. More rough than what he was used to. But he didn't mind. They were together. *** She groped his body hungrily, feeling every part. She soon realized that she couldn't find a specific part that she liked. She loved all of him. His faults, his perfections. Nothing wasn't touched. As she touched his face, his lips curled into the biggest smile and she threw herself onto him. To others, it might have looked as if they were dancing. The way they swayed back and forth. Music seemed to fill the air, but no one was playing. The two young, new lovers made their own. She gasped when he turned her around. Her back against his front. They looked out onto the beach. Waves crashing against the shore. The only thing louder than their hearts. She caressed the back of his head as he teased her with his nose and lips. She giggled. In her mind she realized she couldn't remember the last time she giggled. As he began kissing the back of her neck, she sighed with pleasure. If he wasn't holding her, she would've collapsed. No man ever made her feel this way. *** Her scent filled his nostrils as he found his way through her hair and neck. Strawberries. Before now, he hadn't a taste for strawberries. He rubbed her shoulders as he kissed her cheeks. So tense. Both of them. But both seemed to relax as things progressed. His heart beat stronger. His pulse raced faster. If he was an expert in medicine, he would've told himself to calm down before he had a heart attack. But for him to calm down, he would have had to leave her. And he knew that that would hurt more than a heart attack. Suddenly, another set of hands touched his. He jumped as she grabbed his wrists and guided them across her body. She was giving him permission to explore her vast beauty. There was much to explore. First he touched her face. Her skin so soft and delicate. Her lips so full, and sensual. He found his way to her collar bone and stroked it back and forth. This was the first time he had done this. He smiled at himself. And the smile grew even larger when he saw hers. *** His skin felt like the softest silk against hers. She took his hands yet again and guided them from her hips to her stomach. This time, it was he who gasped. She wanted him to touch her. But he wasn't sure. As she looked up to his face. His brown eyes staring into her emerald gems. She nodded and kissed him as tenderly as she could. He slid his hands, cupping her breasts. She sighed, then let out a long moan, not caring who was watching her. This is how she wanted to feel. She pushed back against her newly found love, and felt that he too was ready for her. She needed to stop. This wasn't the place for it. When she turned around and saw her lovers face, she saw that he was embarrassed. But why? He had done nothing wrong. This confused her. It wasn't until he put his hands in front of him, covering something, that she realized why he was embarrassed. So, he was innocent. She cupped his chin and told him it was alright. It was only natural. Yet still he was ashamed. She took his hand and they walked to a dark area on the beach. Under the pier. Nobody could see them in the dark. *** He was afraid. He didn't want to rush what was happening. He loved what was happening. He loved her. But he didn't want to jeopardize that. She took both his hands and held him to her heart. He felt her heartbeat, fast and strong. His breathing became labored. He was nervous. Her hands went to her dress straps and she slid them off. The cool ocean, night breeze made her shiver. She walked close to him and held him tight. Keep me warm she whispered into his ear. He was reluctant, but soon, he wrapped his arms around her naked torso. This time, she shivered with the knowledge of what was to come. He laid his jacket on the sand for them to sit on. As he held her, he slowly went to sit down. Cradling her in his arms, he kissed her slowly. Taking his time with his shirt and tie. Her hands groping every piece he revealed of himself. Both of them, gasping for air every time they stopped kissing. Make love to me, she whispered aloud. He halted his advance. He stared deeply into her green eyes. Slowly, he moved the hair out of her face to see it completely. He gave a small smile. The only words he said to her that night. I love you. *** She awoke with a start. It was only a dream. A fantasy. A memory. Even now she could feel his touch against her skin. The sun shining through her bedroom window. The warmth felt good against her bare skin. She sighed. As she put on her robe, she looked to her closet and noticed the dress she wore that night. Would it happen again? She had no idea. She sat down on the edge of her bed. Her lover, the man of that night, breathing peacefully. Now, he was her husband. She looked at her finger with the ring on it and smiled. She said loud enough to wake him. I love you. End. Awakening Chay rolls over, trying to tear away from the rise of consciousness that threatens to wrench away the veil of sleep that still drapes over him. It's deep and comforting, his sleep, and he's selfish, wanting to indulge in it more before the sun creeps over the horizon. But he feels movement beside him, remembers he is not alone in this bed and wakeful claws at him, coaxes him from his slumber. "Matthew?" Chay's voice is rough, the word slurred out and full of sleep. But then he starts, surprised as he finds Matthew sitting up awkwardly in bed with a hand poised upon his erection and another hand buried beneath the blankets between his legs. "Chay..." Matthew's voice is not as tired, his utterance of a name a lazy drawl heavy with desire. "I'm sorry..." Brilliant blue eyes lower shamefully and Chay reaches out to touch at his cheek. "Matthew..." Chay waits for those blue eyes to return to him, meet his single grey one that implores him, beseeches him. "Just...not used to waking up to this..." Not quite like this... To find someone so completely enthralled with him that they must find their release before the dawn even breaks. He remembers Simon would jerk off in bed, but it was clumsy, heavy, noisy and always about Dave, always about Chay, always about the three of them together. Never like this... exclusive and worshipful. "Did I..." Matthew's eyes shine with emotion, lips contorting in their wrestle with feelings threatening to boil over. There's the lust he's still riding high upon, coupled with the embarrassment of being discovered and the possible sorrow he may be riddled with if Chay shows a hint of disgust. "No..." Chay leans forward, gathering Matthew into his arms and he discovers now what Matthew's other hand was busy with. Sheets fall away to reveal the dildo half-inserted into Matthew's body, slick with lube. "Huh..." Chay tilts his head, and Matthew blushes, but his body shivers and clenches around it as he moves to rest into Chay's arms, unable to fight the pleasure it gives him. "I tried to find something like you. Just...this isn't as thick, not quite right..." Matthew confesses. Chay's expression softens, a soft smile touching his eyes as he presses a kiss to Matthew's forehead. "Show me. Show me how you want me to touch you. Show me how you would want me inside you." Matthew whimpers at those words, arches against the dildo inside him, arches into his own hand. "But I want you... I want..." He cranes to kiss Chay but Chay moves away, only slightly but enough to evade those lips that seek his. "Just you... I want to watch you..." And Chay aches to touch, to trace, to adore those lithe lines. He aches to hold Matthew close, to feel the way he shudders and quivers from touches that should be delivered by his own hands and lips and body. It's sweet torture for both of them, and Matthew keens again into his own hand, hips quaking. "Next time...Next time you can do this while riding me." Chay promises Matthew with a heated gaze, one that shows the smoulder of his desire deep within. Matthew reads that yearning, knows it all too well as it mirrors his own. He gives in to himself, giving in to touches that he wishes were from Chay, giving in to the deep thrust of a cock hardly real enough. And yet it's the steady thud of Chay's heart, the deep breaths of his lover so closely juxtaposed to the gallop of his own heart, the shallowness of his own breath that bring him closer, wind him tighter. He wishes so much for it to be Chay, for it to be Chay shaking against him, pressed flush between his legs, wrapped around his body, crashing into him with every wave of pleasure that fills him, and when he comes he is sticky and damp in his own hand. It's only when he withdraws the plastic cock from himself, only when he's limp in his hand and his head lolls against Chay's chest that he realizes Chay's still there, still holding him, and his come is splattered across his body. But there's no apology uttered, none accepted as Chay leans down to capture Matthew's lips in a kiss. It's nothing deep, nothing mind-blowing, but it tastes like desire and feels like adoration. "Let's get you cleaned up," Chay smiles and Matthew witnesses the softness of that smile, knows it borders on love and he follows Chay, hopeful and happy. Awakening It was pre-dawn in the small one-bedroom apartment that Angel shared with her husband. She was half awake and remembering that she and her husband were off that day and had the whole day to lie in bed and play without any appointments or errands to run. She could feel his hands slowly stroking her body as he lay next to her, his soft lips, kissed and licked her neck and ears. He blew and sucked on her moist ears causing her to moan. The tongue bath continued down to her breasts. She tried to roll over and put her arms around him but could not. She then realized she was tied, spread-eagle on the bed. She also noticed he was wrapping a soft rope around her chest, just above her breast and pulling it tight so her breasts were pushed down and out, making her nipples hard and vulnerable to his manipulations. She started to speak but his mouth covered hers and his tongue muffled her words. "Shhhhhh" he said, "don't speak, and just listen, today you will cum many times, you will cum longer and harder than you ever have. You will ask me to stop and let you recover from your orgasms, but I will not." He then placed a scarf over her eyes so she could not see. "This is to prevent you from being distracted, my love." Today is about you and your pleasure". He then, got up from the bed and put on some soft, sexy blues music. He put some sweet smelling lotions on his hands and started massaging her feet. He rubbed her slowly, gently, not missing any part of her. Between her toes, her soles, he heels. He took each toe into his mouth and sucked them like tiny penises. Then her calves, behind her knees, he stroked he thighs, closer, closer to her tingling vulva. She so wanted to be touched down there, but he did not. He then moved up to her breasts. At first he kissed each nipple gently, circling her areola with his tongue. Her nipples were hard as rocks and longed to be sucked, bitten, and abused. He just laughed softly at her frustration. "Wait for it, wait for it," he teased. He then took some cold wine in his mouth and kissed her, letting it spill into between her lips and down her throat. He got up and went to the bed stand; he put a generous amount of lubricant on his hands and returned to her side. He bent down and took one of her throbbing breasts in his mouth and as he slowly started to suckle. At the same time he rubbed the lubricant onto and into her pussy lips with gentle stokes. He took his time, they had all day. As he sucked and bit her breasts, his fingers explored her pussy and clit. Each time she started to feel her passions rise; he slowed his manipulations, kissing her and whispering sweet words of love. "You are my love, my life. You are the woman I have searched for all my life. Now I have found you. You are mine and I am yours, forever." He then moved between her legs and started making love to her cunt. He kissed he labia as he would kiss her face and mouth. He bathed his face in her sweet juices, inhaling her, tasting her, devouring her. He lightly licked her clit sending shivers through her body. She was so hot, so aroused. He pulled her tightly against his lips and started feverously licking her clit. She felt her first orgasm rise inside her. She came like a machine gun in rapid succession. It seemed to go on forever. She was beginning to think she might pass out. He slowed his sucking and she felt her whole body go limp. He was not finished, far from it. He was only letting her catch her breath. He then move up next to her and placed his mouth over her nipple. He started sucking it rhythmically while he placed two of his fingers between her labia. He moved his fingers in small circles around her clit as he sucked and bit her nipples. He took his time, but slowly she felt that familiar passion building inside her. Again she came, this time in waves. Each time her orgasm would subside, he would slowly start it all over again. She was lost in bliss. He continued his manipulation of her body and soul for the next couple of hours. She was exhausted. He body was soaked with sweat; every muscle ached from the many orgasms she had experienced. She felt completely fulfilled, totally satisfied, tears of joy were running down her cheeks. She could not speak. He then untied her and held her in his arms and spoke to her. "You are everything, you are all. There isn't any more. You are my beginning and my end, my purpose, my reason for living. I so adore you my darling, my Angel." Awakening There's a code word to get in: schiavo. Don't forget it. And you turn the foreign word over and over in your head. Schiavo, schiavo, schiavo. And you wonder what it means, and where you've heard it before, and what kind of stupid club still has code words to get in, and how you let yourself get talked into being on the F train at midnight going to some club you've never heard of, with people you hardly know, all for the sake of being with her. Later, you'll think back on it, and the light bulb will go on over your head, and you'll remember you heard your grandmother say that word when she was bitching about all the goddamn housework she had to do, and you'll wonder if she was trying to tell you something by nagging the back of your brain with the music of the Tarantella suddenly getting stuck in your head as you exited the station at Houston and First Avenue. But you don't realize. Not till later. For now, you're swearing up a storm as you try to keep up with the pack as they head up Houston towards Ave A, and you're cursing the inventor of the high heel and all their descendants, because who the fuck decided that women need to wear heels, let alone go dancing in the bloody things, and why the hell didn't you wear sneakers to walk in, and then change when you got to this stupid club that thinks its so damn popular it needs a fucking code word like schiavo so not everyone and their mother can get in? But your heart skips a beat when she turns around and smiles, that wicked smile, that devilish smile, that God-I-want-her-to-fuck-me-right-here-on-the-street smile. And she stops for you, you, the one most unlikely to ever be with her, and then she flips out on her friends and tells them they damn well better wait for you. And you melt, from the top of your excessively hairsprayed head to the soles of your leather-clad, high heeled feet, which no longer hurt when she takes your hand in hers and looks at you like that. Schiavo. The foreign word rolls easily off your tongue, even though you still have no idea what it means. The guy at the door makes you feel about the size of a pea, because his closest relative must be the troll from the first Harry Potter movie, and he probably smells just as bad. He marks you down on his clipboard with fingers that resemble the overstuffed sausages your grandmother used to serve on Sundays -- what is she trying to tell you? -- and then that Neanderthal takes the liberty of stamping not your hand, but your chest, your cleavage to be exact, with a large, red S, like he thinks you're Supergirl or something. But before you can open your mouth to give Cro-Magnon Man a piece of your mind, she's at your side, her hand stamped with something you can't quite see in the dark light of the club, and she's got her fingers intertwined with yours, laughing, and smiling, and escorting you deeper and deeper into the club's hallways. There's music pulsating up through the soles of your shoes, and you're barely even given a chance to take in the atmosphere or décor of this place you've never been, with the DJ spinning high above you in a shiny red lamé shirt, and the walls upholstered in what you think is zebra wallpaper, before this woman, this woman who does things to you that defy Heaven and Earth, that would make angels weep if they knew, before she pulls you out on to the dance floor, and pulls you to her in a dance that would probably get both of you arrested for public indecency if it were done out on the street. Her sinewy arms wrap around you like a constrictor encircling its prey, her scent enveloping you until you're dizzy with the thought of her, her chest, her hips, her pelvis, pressed close into areas of your body barely protected by your black Lycra tank-top and red leather mini-skirt, worn, at her behest, with no bra, no panties, no stockings. As song flows into song, Depeche Mode into Inkubbus Sukubbus into INXS into Lacuna Coil, her graceful hands repeatedly trace the contours of your body, outlining your ribs, hips and thighs with gentle, knowing caresses, her fingers tenderly touching your breasts, softly stroking your nipples to hardness, knowing damn well what she does to you, knowing she has the power, that she can make you cum right there on the dance floor without ever going below your clothes, and no one would ever hear you gasp her name in the midst of orgasm because of the pounding of the bass and the wail of synthesizers emitting from the DJ's booth. And when, under the cover of a throng of people and darkness and noise and sound and Annie Lennox's voice lamenting the coming of the rain, she slips her fingers inside you, you're more than hot and wet and ready for her, and she makes you cum, over and over, her fingers dancing over and in you, finding just that spot that takes you over the edge. And you cling to her, hands and nails digging into her shoulders, whispering, gasping, pleading her name into her ear, begging her to keep you upright, as wave after wave of orgasm threaten to knock you to the floor. Your breathing returns to normal as you look at her, that mischievous twinkle in her eyes visible even in this shadowy room, always sparkling like mad, even when she's completely resting and relaxing. She pulls you close, making sure you're alright, and your heart goes a-thumping at the kindness of this woman who, God knows, in a million years, you would have never thought was capable of that kind of consideration, let alone love, because you most certainly wanted to clock her, preferably with an aluminum baseball bat, that very first night you met her. Looking back, sometimes you wonder if you should have. But then again, maybe not. Back then, you didn't know. Didn't know that beneath the aggressive, loutish exterior -- much like the troll masquerading as the human bouncer outside -- she had a sensitive side. Didn't know that there was a brain in her head or a dancer in her heart. Didn't realize that the asshole you saw was the wall she put up, just like the bitch she saw was the wall you put up. And you sure as hell didn't know about the absolute raw pleasure she was so proficient in providing, or the worlds she could open up for you. But, then again, maybe some of them should have stayed closed. But you didn't know. It was so different then, the two of you, such total opposites, arguing over anything and everything, to the point that the people who had insanely introduced you worked like hell to keep you apart, lest it come to blows. Her arrogance made you crazy, just as your stubbornness drove her nuts. You didn't know how that fire could burn you up inside, with just a need to quell her, to shut her up, and when you finally connected, seeing past the protective layers of obstinacy and ego, any and all resistance went up in flames, consumed with the need to be with her. At the club that still uses stupid code words, she takes you out into the humid summer air, exhaust fumes from the kamikaze cabs on Houston making dark halos around the street lights, and the sidewalk so hot you could, as Mama used to say, "fry an egg on it." You catch your breath from what she's just done to you on the dance floor, and she lights two cigarettes, passing one to you in a manner of long habit, as if you've been together years, not months, and either of you have even a glimmer of a thought in your head as to settling down. The spicy, pungent smoke from the clove cigarettes of the kids who think they're the first ones to go to the Goth club down the street gives you the feeling that Houston is almost sacred tonight, the way it used to be, years ago, before the yuppies took over, and maybe schiavo isn't so stupid after all. Back into the blissful air-conditioning. It cools the sweat on your body in an instant, and you're grateful to the inventor of that, at least. Hang New York in the summer. And the hell with wearing leather in New York in the summer. What the fuck were you thinking? Of her. Always and only of her, which is why you're following her sexy, leather-clad rear-end to the bar, even though you don't drink, and why you're drinking the beer she hands you, even though you haven't had a drop of alcohol in more than two years. And it goes straight to your head. Three cups of water later and you're fine, but no more alcohol for you. There's a reason you stopped drinking, dammit. If you're here at this damn schiavo club, you're gonna have a good time, and not spend the night praying to the porcelain goddess because your ulcer decided to wake up and say "fuck you." If you're gonna spend the night on your knees in worship, you'd rather it be at her feet, taunting her, tasting her, drinking her. So there. Her breath faintly tinged with Southern Comfort, she kisses you as you walk back from the ladies' room. She tastes of bourbon and beer and sex and cigarettes, and you know your knees are getting weak as she tangles her hands sweetly in your hair, moaning and gasping her own need into your mouth. She breaks the kiss, looks into your eyes, and gently pulls you through an ornate iron door - abbandoni la speranza, tutto il ye che fornisce qui, it says over the doorway, and your Italian sucks -- into another room, a room filled with a soft, red light, a room that gives off the distinct smell that leather and sex and vinyl and latex produce when they mingle together, a room overflowing with a cacophony of sounds that you pray to the Virgin Mother are coming from a Trent Reznor or Rob Zombie CD that another DJ is playing. Nothing could have prepared you for this. The crimson glow of the room gives her eyes a haunted hunger you've never seen there before, and she pulls you to her, feasting on your mouth as if she might devour you from within, her tongue dancing with yours, your wrists held firm in her grasp and your legs buckling beneath you. You wonder, even amidst the passionate longing of her kiss, if you're truly going to fall when suddenly there are hands. And they're not hers. There's a body supporting your back as hands that feel curiously like your own snake around to the front of your body and begin to caress the soft flesh of the flanks of your stomach, making your insides shake and quiver. Startled, you break from her and turn, and are, in some weird way, grateful for the support, or you really would've been knocked on your ass. Because there's the other one, and you can't believe it, and how could you have been so fucking dumb, and how the hell are you going to get out of this? You start to squirm, twist, pull away, try to run, but she holds you fast, your wrists manacled in her grip, her Kim Carnes voice whispering to you to relax and go with it. The other one has gone from stroking your stomach to gripping your hips with a strength that surprises you, running her tongue and teeth and mouth along your neck, bare shoulders, the bare skin at the open back of your tank top, your flesh responding to her caress, places low on your body tightening with desire, and you feel like you suddenly stepped into something out of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. But what happened to Brad and Janet once the aliens went back to Planet Transsexual? No one knows. But in this red room, in this schiavo club, she and the other one, each gripping one arm, maneuver you on to a flat surface, and the only thing that you can think of that it resembles is a gym mat, except this one is covered in black leather, and has things you'd rather not see attached to the four corners. You're still trying to block out the sounds of the room, and trying to wrap your brain around the idea of what the fuck you're doing here and how the hell you're going to get out of there. And then suddenly the three of you are lying comfortably on this mat that makes you think of Mary Lou Retton-meets-Elvira, and she and the other one are fondling you, your breasts, your stomach. And they're touching each other over you, because for some reason you can't fathom, they've placed you in the middle, and you still can't figure out why you're still there, why haven't you fought them off, why you haven't gotten to your feet and run for dear life, away from this debauchery that you've always thought of as some kind of mental illness, because being gay is one thing, but group sex is another thing altogether, and you are NOT a freak. But slowly it dawns on you. There has to be a reason you're not fighting this, that you're not running from this vermillion room, screaming in terror. In some small corner in the back of your brain, you've realized you're enmeshed in this, you've surrendered to this play of passion and fire, this dear-God-don't-let-it-stop, otherworldly drowning in desire and lust. You realize that your hands have been moving of their own accord, following the pattern of their touching, causing them to cry out your name in the heat of their longing. Realize that many of the moans and gasps and screams of pleasure are coming from your own throat, and you don't want it to end, and you know your cries haven't all been evoked by her. It's the other one who's got her fingers inside you now, causing your body to shake and spasm, and you're tossing on that black mat to face her so you can feel her, taste her, drink her in completely. Until she pulls back and you're left wanting, because she looks to her, her eyes requesting approval, and permission, to touch you, and your body is aching, after so much stimulation, for completion. And she's just watching. And on that black mat, in that red room, you crawl, on hands and knees to her, and pay your dues, the ones that have been a long time in coming, and you whisper over and over, as she cums over and over again under the ministration of your tongue at her most sacred part, Please. And she smiles as you beg, supplicating to her, and she returns the favor, in a manner of speaking, pushing you back on the mat, and making you scream her name as she reminds you that no one can or will ever make you cum like she does. And, even as your body is still quaking in the midst of orgasm, she finally acquiesces, and then the other one is eagerly pulling your tank top over your head, and your skirt off your body, and your hands are exploring every inch of each other's bodies and your sense of shame has flown out the bloody window, because what the hell could possibly be wrong with this? Why would you want to get away from this? So you follow Dr. Frank-N-Furter's advice and succumb to passion, and desire, and pleasure, made all the more exhilarating because she's there now and the three of you are drowning in each other, for hours and hours, until it is exhaustion that takes you away, and you sleep, ensconced between her and the other one, bracketed by their protection, the newest member of the pack, and safe. Later, as you slowly wake up and clear your eyes of your post-coital haze, you finally see what's stamped on her hand. Maestra. Your Italian sucks but its not that bad, and the light bulb goes on above your head. Maestra. Master. Schiavo. Slave. And you look in her now-wide-awake, sparkling, knowing eyes and you know that you never had a choice, and you never truly wanted one. She pulls you closer. She whispers. Mine. You are hers, both of you, you and the one now working her way down your back with butterfly soft kisses; you both belong to her. Awakening Author's note: This story is intended as a two part series only. However if there is enough interest I may add a third part, as I have left a few open threads in the storyline. W ------------------------------------------- The sharp rap on the door as the brass knocker banged urgently echoed down the corridor causing Jeff Lake to raise his eyes from his journal and look forlornly at the offending portal. He had just settled down to read an industry magazine, reclining back on the luxurious sofa, whiskey in hand. "God sakes! What is it now?" he muttered, putting down his glass and magazine and standing up. The knocker rapped again, louder and more insistent this time. "Coming! Coming!" he shouted. His tall, lean frame strode down the long hallway wondering who would be out in weather like this. It had been a cool but mild afternoon, average for late autumn, then scarcely fifteen minutes prior a howling cold wind had blown up bringing a bitterly cold rain and plummeting the temperature dramatically. 'God forbid if its one of those door to door sales persons,' he mulled to himself. He reached the door as the knocker started again and pulled it open towards him. His eyes opened in wide surprise. This was no annoying sales person, but the girl from next door; Jennifer Carson. She was in a state. Shivering from cold as it appeared she had been caught in the storm wearing only a thin blouse and short skirt for protection. Tears streamed down her pretty face and she looked sadly up at him. "Jennifer! What the hell are you doing out here? Come inside, quickly!" Jeff grabbed her hand and pulled her into the warmth of his house and shut the door on the raging wind. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to the lounge where he seated her down and then went to the fire place and heaped a few more logs on to it. He then went to the kitchen and poured a double scotch and water and returned to the sorry sight on his lounge. Sitting next to her her gave her the glass. "Here, take a sip. It'll warm you up." "Thank you," she replied with a half smile forced through her tear stained face. "I'll be back in a moment." He jumped up and proceeded to the bathroom. Jennifer held the tumbler tightly and took a sip of the liquid. It was strong, stronger than any alcohol she had ever tasted. Braving a larger dose she took a mouthful and swallowed it carefully. She coughed suddenly at the unexpected fire in her throat, but as the amber liquid settled in her stomach she felt the warm glow extend through her chest and reach tendrils deep into her belly. She sighed deeply and started to feel better. As Jeff returned to the lounge, he stopped at the doorway to one side of the lounge and looked at the form of Jennifer as she sat, head bowed, soaking up the heat from the fire and sipping her whiskey. Jennifer, or Jenni as she preferred to be know was eighteen years old, the daughter of Michael and Tracey Carson. He had know the family for about ten years from the time they had moved in next door. Jenni was eight and her older brother about twelve or so at the time. Jeff had become very good friends with the family, having his own two children, Karen and Brad in their early teens. He was raising them as a sole parent now that a year previous to the Carsons moving in his own wife had died tragically in a vehicle accident. Jennifer's brother had recently joined the armed forces and his own two children flown the coop a few years ago to pursue their lives elsewhere. He lived alone in the big house pouring his energies into his work. She looked up and turned her head, spying him at the doorway and smiled genuinely at him. "I got you a towel to dry your hair and ummm, a box of tissues," he held them out to her as he walked over to the lounge. "Thank you. You are too kind," she remarked as she took a handful of tissues and wiped the tears from her face and blew her nose. He sat down next to her. "Now what were you doing out in that weather and why aren't you inside your own house?" Jenni looked up at him tears starting up in her eyes. "Uncle Jeff." She had called him that from a young age as he had often helped with babysitting the Carson's children and he almost came to know them as his own, especially Jenni. "Uncle Jeff, I...", she started and then gulped down the rest of her whiskey, coughing slightly again from the fierceness of the liquid. The warmth penetrated deep into her belly and the dizzying effects of the alcohol hit her brain with the most unusual sensations. "I, I," she stuttered slightly, "I got home and the door was locked and I forgot my key, and mom and dad weren't home and then it started to rain and I had a really big fight with my boyfriend and I was cold and, and I just didn't know what to do!" Her voice reached a high pitch as she finished and then sobbed and buried her face into his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and let her cry out her anguish. It wasn't the first time he'd had to console a distraught teenager; his own daughter or Jenni. "That's okay honey," he hushed. "Everything will be fine." She clung to him as she sobbed and he was becoming acutely aware of her body pressing against him. He had seen Jenni grow from a pretty young girl into a beautiful young woman in the span of a decade. He remembered her lithe figure from a few weeks back when he went to the Carson's for a pool party. It only seemed like yesterday she was a blossoming adolescent, and now all of a sudden she had flowered into full womanhood. Jenni had strutted about for most of the afternoon in a skimpy bikini, her firm, medium sized breasts barely covered by the two small triangles of material, bounced slightly as she walked. She could easily be a model he had mused, appreciating her slender form: flat belly, nicely curved hips and small round backside. He studied her closer; She had a fine featured oval face, slightly wide mouth with full lips above a strong jawline. High set cheekbones accentuated her large blue eyes. Her blond hair was tied back in a pony tail falling a little past shoulders that displayed a strength and sculpting from years of sport and activity. She had a feminine grace that drew one's eye; a slightly bowed back highlighting her round butt and long legs on her five foot seven inch frame that led forever upwards to a mound barely hidden by the bikini bottom. When she had climbed out of the pool he couldn't help notice how the wet material clung desperately, drawing inwards slightly at the middle where her labia met. He could clearly see her pussy lips were quite thick and scanning upwards he saw how her erect nipples strained against the top. Jeff's brain did what all male brains did best in milliseconds. It had almost instantly assessed her as a prime sexual mate. His pulse throbbed and he stared longer. A few times she had caught him looking at her and she smiled coyly and sauntered past him slowly or turned her back and bent forwards at the hip, scratching at something on her foot. His imagination ran riot then and he was sure she was teasing him. He was hard pressed not too make it obvious to his hosts that he was leering at their daughter. He was old enough to easily be her father. Jenni had calmed down and he handed her a handful of tissues with which she proceeded to blow her nose and wipe away the tears. Jeff suspected that the source of Jenni's grief was the fight with her boyfriend. Ordinarily she was a strong minded girl and the other events she would have brushed off. This personal issue was much more serious and was probably her first real "relationship tester". "Jenni." She looked up at him. Since she had started to mature as an adolescent she had developed a crush on her "Uncle Jeff" as she affectionately knew him. Despite the age difference she regarded him as handsome, even though he was greying a little at the temples. He was tall, fit and had been like a second father to her over the years. She had wondered why he had never remarried, instead having a series of girlfriends, none last more than six months. She started to have an idea why, when in the last few years her hormones started to exert their inevitable effect on her rapidly maturing body, producing strong urges. Urges she now knew as sexual desires. The desire to hold a man, kiss him, feel his body pressed against her own, penetrating her, thrusting into her, climaxing. She couldn't imagine being with one person for years, having so little experience. Maybe he wanted variety, a variety she craved also. "Yes Uncle Jeff," she responded in a low breath. He hesitated, not sure how to broach the subject. "Jenni, this ummm, 'fight' you had with your boyfriend, is it something you want to talk about?" Her brain was swimming from the effects of the alcohol and being so close to Jeff. She still held on to him, pressing her body into his strong, warm embrace. The fight she had with her boyfriend, Jason wasn't something she could talk to her parents about, or even her closest girlfriends. They just wouldn't understand. Uncle Jeff was always so kind, understanding and considerate. He was experienced with these matters and she knew she had his confidence. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. "I, we, I mean, I wanted him to do something and he didn't agree and I got upset and then he started shouting and call me names and stuff." Jeff felt he was venturing into dark waters, but his interest was piqued, more so by his desire to know more of what made Jenni tick. He felt she was confiding in him things no one else would know, or should know. "What sort of things Jenni? They can't be bad can they?" Her mind reeled with the thoughts as she bought them back and her pulse increased as a gentle throb began, somewhere deep down in her loins. "I, I asked him to lick me," she said almost in a whisper, looking down. Jeff bought a finger to her chin and raised it so she had to look him in the eye. "You wanted him to lick your pussy Jenni?" "Yes, and..." her voice trailed off. "And?" "I asked him to take me in my backside." Jeff was dumbstruck for a moment. He hadn't expect such an explicit confession from an angel. She interrupted his thoughts, "Is, is that normal? I'm not weird am I? He said that it was dirty and he said he'd never ever lick any pussy, it was too disgusting and I was a slut if I wanted anal sex." "Jenni, baby," Jeff said reassuringly, "you're perfectly normal. I think your boyfriend is the weird one." "So, like you, you've lick a woman's pussy and, and..." The ice was truly broken now. "And fucked her in the ass. Yes. Many times." Her imagination went wild as her mind's eye saw him taking one of his recent girlfriends one her hands and knees, his cock plunging deep in her backside. Her pussy throbbed as a surge of excitement coursed through her chest. Jenni's inhibitions were evaporating like a summer rain in the desert. "I, I also wanted him to fuck me without a condom, but he said that was dangerous and I said I was on the pill and everything and he said I shouldn't be because I might want to fuck other guys and I'd get diseases and get pregnant and then he said I was just a dirty whore." "He's never fucked you without a condom?" "No sir," she replied submissively. After a moment she added, "I want to feel cum in my pussy." Words failed him now. What do you say to that? He held her close. The brazen admissions of her sexual desires were making his blood boil with desire and his cock responded by thickening and growing longer. "Uncle Jeff, is it wrong to want to have sex with other men?" He looked into her deep blue eyes. By God he wanted her. "No baby, it's perfectly normal." "All at the same time?" Now he knew what he had on his hands. This young, perfect woman was a hotbed of raging sexual desire driven by an overload of hormones. She needed to be satisfied. However he didn't realise the extent of her rampant urges. "It's a little unusual," he managed to croak. His throat had gone dry as his own system started to gear up for mating. He swallowed and tried to regain some composure. This young woman was having an effect on him like no other he had ever encountered. "Uncle Jeff." She looked up at him, her whole body pulsing with desire now. "Yes baby," his eyes locked with hers and he felt as though he was falling in an endless well of blue. "Do you want to have sex with me?" She had bared her soul to him and now she wanted to bare her body. Her stared at her, trying to absorb what she had said. "Jenni, you're a beautiful woman. You could have any man you want." Her reply was simple. "I want you. Will you fuck me?" No verbal answer was need. He bent his head down and kissed her full lips. They were soft and warm and as they embraced, his tongue slipped into her mouth. Her breath was sweet and laden with the sent of the whiskey she had drunk and her own tongue writhed around his, sucking it before sending it deep into his own mouth where he sucked and licked the slippery organ. Jeff held her close to him with one arm and let his free hand roam over her shoulder and down to a breast. He cupped it through the material of the blouse and bra, squeezing it as they continued to tongue kiss. Jenni's hand fell from his shoulder and down to his thigh. Her body was on fire now as he held her close beginning his explorations of her young body. She moved her hand, almost involuntarily, seeking the one thing she wanted most. Her hand slid up his thigh until it encountered a warm bulge. Placing her palm on it she gently traced it length. Her pussy throbbed. God! It felt big! Jeff felt Jenni's small hand slide along his stiffening cock trapped in his jeans and moaned into her mouth as he felt her squeeze it. He was giddy with lust, a feeling he hadn't had since he was a teenager, such was her effect on him. His hand left her breast and slid down her side and then up underneath the blouse. Fingers felt the underside of the bra then expertly push it up allowing his palm to cup her naked orb. It was so soft and warm in his hand and he rolled the thick nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Mmmmmmmm," Jenni moaned into Jeff's mouth as an electric spark course from her nipple into her pussy. She felt the slickness between her legs and her heart hammered against her chest as her lust grew. Jeff's free hand dropped down her back and grasped the bottom of the blouse pulling it up. Jenni knew what he wanted and breaking their tongue kiss grabbed the top and pulled it over her head in a single swift motion. Without stopping she undid the bra and flung it to the floor to join the discarded blouse. He looked at her magnificent breasts. Perfectly formed they hung on her chest without any sag. Dark nipples, fat and stiff jutted out surrounded by a smallish areola. He pushed her back into the plush leather lounge and cupping the underside of one breast wrapped his mouth around it, sucking in the soft flesh and lashing the hard nipple with his tongue. Jenni's hands flew to his head and gripped it holding him to her breast and she pushed her chest outwards. A stream of pleasure flowed from her sensitive nipple down deep into her loins as he suckled the erect bud . She felt fingertips on the inside of her thigh near her knee moving up slowly. Her body was fully aroused now. Every touch sent tingles coursing through her and as Jeff's hand slid gently up her inner thigh her legs parted of their own accord. Such was her state that instinct was taking over and guiding her movements to their ultimate outcome. Jeff felt her legs open as his hand approached her soft juncture. He had not been with a woman for a couple of months and his need was urgent. Now was not the time for long love making. His fingers met he pantie covered mound and still suckling her breast he slowly stroked up her puffy slit. He could feel the dampness of the material. She was ready, so ready and he needed her, desperately. He left her breast and moved between her splayed legs. Her skirt had ridden up exposing white panties. The crotch was stained with her arousal and Jeff could smell her pungent sex odour distinctly. His hormones went into overdrive sending his lust skywards. He grabbed her skirt on either side of her hips and pulled it and her soaked panties off her long sleek legs. He stared in disbelief at her vulva as her legs, freed of the skirt and panties fell wide apart for him. He looked at the most beautiful pussy he had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. Thick puffy outer lips parted to reveal magnificent long, thick inner lips that jutted out from her vulva such was their arousal. The whole area was damp and glistening with her secretions. He looked up from her pussy rimmed in blond hair over her prominent Mound of Venus with it's vee of blond pubic locks and up her slender waist, past her heaving chest and perfect firm breasts to her lust filled face. His eyes locked with hers. Blue pools of desire, drawing him in as he lowered his mouth and swiftly engulfed her puffy inner labia deep into his mouth. Jenni looked into Jeff's blazing lust filled green eyes as he knelt there between her outspread legs. All shyness and shame had fled with her inhibitions by now and all she desired was to give herself totally to this man. She watched, almost without thought as their eyes held together and saw his face descend to her most private region, that to which only one other person had ever known, but never as Jeff was about to do. His mouth suddenly opened and sucked her pussy in, bathing it in warm saliva, his tongue sliding over the delicate flesh. "AGHHHHHHHH," she cried and thrust her hips forward into his face as her hands gripped the soft leather cushions. Incredible sensations flooded her loins and her pussy throbbed deeply as it had never done before. His tongue slid with purpose over her puffy inner lips; around and between before settling at the top where the parting began. Expertly he sucked her clit and surrounding labia in, keeping a pulsing sucking motion and licking the underside of her labia where just above her engorged sensitive clit lay. Jennifer's mind was reeling. Never had she felt such a feeling in her pussy. It felt as though the whole of her sex was in his mouth. The licking of his strong tongue over her hooded clit sending bolts of pleasure through her tight young body. Suddenly he exposed her clitoris and licked the naked organ directly with long strokes. Jenni's hands flew to his head, gripping his hair and jamming his face into her crotch. She was approaching a climax, a big one. She had had orgasms before, solo, but never like this. This was something completely different. It was as though the whole universe had ceased to exist, but for the endless, relentless sensation in her pussy. Suddenly it happened. Her ragged breathing caught in her throat and her whole body went rigid. The universe opened into brilliant white light as her mind and body exploded with indescribable pleasure. Jeff hung onto Jenni's quivering thighs as her legs spread even wider and her hands tried to pull him face first into her pulsing sex. Her back arched and she went rigid for what seemed minutes as her orgasm rolled on and on. Never had he had tongued a woman to such and intense climax and it kept on going. Suddenly she relaxed slightly and moaned; a deep satisfying moan that continued as he caressed her clit with his tongue. He had learnt from experience to back off at a certain point to extend his partner's climax, but Jenni's was proceeding further than any he encountered. She was in a constant state of climax as long as he kept licking her sex. Eventually his need overcame his want to tongue this young woman forever. Slowly he disengaged his mouth from her and he knelt back up, relieving the pressure on his turgid cock, trapped within the confines of his jeans. Awakening He viewed his new conquest. Jenni's legs were wide apart, her pussy puffy and open, glistening with Jeff's saliva. Clear liquid ran from her still pulsing hole staining the lounge below. Her firm breasts barely wobbled on her heaving chest, nipples rock hard and pointing skywards. Her face was a mask of total satiation. He stood, ready to shed his clothes and penetrate this young woman's pussy with his hard cock. Jenni looked up at Jeff through heavily lidded eyes. The after effects of her massive climax and the following non-stop orgasm still fogging her mind. She felt as though she was floating in air, just the deep slow throb from her loins keeping her focused on reality. As he stripped the clothes from his body Jenni once again saw the tall, lean, muscular frame of the man she knew almost as well as her own father. Broad shouldered, handsome and lightly haired. Although he was greying slightly at the temples and twenty eight years her senior, she was always attracted to him and in recent years a growing sexual urge had replaced it. Tonight, she knew was going to be the culmination of that fantasy. Jeff had got his jeans unbuckled and drew the zip down, all the while looking at the image of eighteen year old Jennifer Carson, free of clothing except for pumps on her feet. Her naked vulva and body was waiting him. He pushed his jeans down and his cock sprang free. Jenni gasped slightly. She could not think, or even say anything, transfixed as she was by the pole hanging from between Jeff's legs. She saw him grasp it and stroke it a few times. It looked huge and was growing bigger and stiffer by the second. Large hairless testicles hung below his full blown erection, each ball challenged in size by the massive purple head of his cock. Jeff knelt back down between her legs and placed the head of his thick cock at the entrance of Jennifer's pussy. The heat from her hole washed over his glans. As she felt the tip of his cock touch her entrance she instinctively pulled her legs back and held them wide apart with her hands to allow him easy penetration of her sex. He looked at her puffy pussy. Her clit protruded from it hood, swollen and shiny. It seemed to throb slightly. Gently he stroked the glans over her tiny open hole and between her inner labia, coating the head in her juices. Placing it back at her wet hole her slowly started to push his turgid cock into her soft depths. Jeff got half his fat knob in before he met resistance from Jenni's muscular pussy hole. "Relax honey, it will slide in okay." He saw her body slump slightly as she breathed out to ease her tension. As she did he pushed again, this time his knob slid past the restriction and lodged just inside her vagina. Her pussy involuntarily squeezed around his shaft, just behind the head of the thick cock and Jeff pushed forwards again this time sliding deeper into her fuck hole. He groaned as he pulled out a little and then thrust further in. Her pussy was like a hot, silky tube, wrapped tightly around his invading organ. "Fuck Jenni, your pussy is tight!" he grunted revelling in the constriction of her youthful vagina. A few more short withdrawals and he was fully embedded in her body, his large testicles resting against her ass. Jenni looked in fascination as she saw the large cock disappearing between her open legs and into her pussy. She hardly breathed as the massive organ opened her up, stretching her insides and touching places that her boyfriends cock had never done. When his groin finally kissed her vulva she couldn't believe she had taken his full length. It felt like a telephone pole was lodged up inside her. "Fuck me Uncle Jeff! Fuck my little pussy!" she moaned as her pussy throbbed around his shaft. She need to feel him thrusting into her yielding sex, to take her and own her with his manhood. Jeff looked down with lust filled eyes to where their bodies were joined. Jenni was completely impaled on his rock hard cock and her deep pink vulva stretched tight around his considerable girth. Her sexy inner labia draped gently over the base of his shaft. With a low growl he pulled half way out and plunged back in, delighting as his glans forced her insides apart and massaged his sensitive knob. He rested his hands on her upturned thighs, near to her groin as he proceeded to thrust harder and faster. The incredibly wet, tight and hot sex hole was having its effect on Jeff. He looked at Jenni as he drove his manhood time and time again into her. She was the youngest woman he had had in decades and he couldn't believe his luck in having such a gorgeous teenager naked below him with his cock filling her womanhood. Jenni looked at Jeff as he pistoned his cock in and out of her wet, clutching box. Ecstasy was written all over his face. She felt the large shaft driving deep into her as her wetness allowed his full unrestricted penetration. At the bottom of his stroke his huge knob pushed against the furthest reach of her insides causing her to spasm in pleasure. The continual massage of the full length of her vagina was building her to another climax and the wet smack of his groin against her exposed clit only added further jolts through her loins. As the thrusts increased her hands gripped her swollen breasts and pushed them together, fingers twisting and pulling the super sensitive nipples. Her body was on fire. She knew she was really being fucked, and fucked by a man who knew what to do. She felt so slutty, giving herself over unashamedly to this much older man, to use her for his own pleasure. A feeling of perverse power flooded her being as she realized she would milk this man of his fluids just using her pussy. Jeff groaned loudly at the overwhelming sensations on his cock and the view of Jenni mashing her perfect breasts together, torturing her nipples. A wild faraway look in her eyes told him he was fucking this woman into another orgasm, if only he could hold out. However after such a long break, his body surrendered to her. "Oh fuck! Jenni, I'm going to cum in you!" he growled between clenched teeth. Her eyes snapped open and held him, "Yes!" she hissed, "Cum in my pussy! Fill me with your hot cum!" At that he gave in and plunged deep into her tight flesh and exploded a river of cum over her throbbing cervix. Jenni stared at him fascinated as she saw him close his eyes and stiffen. His fingers gripped her thighs like steel bands and suddenly his cock expanded even more within her. He lodged his knob deep into her insides where she felt it bulging. Suddenly he groaned and she felt a blast of hot liquid splash inside her. He was cumming! He spasmed uncontrollably with short sharp thrusts as each jet of sticky fluid shot hard into Jenni's willing cunt. As Jeff's semen flooded her pussy Jenni lost all control. She had made this older, experienced man loose himself in her sex. Nothing could stop the flow of his hot semen into her body. The climax struck hard. This time her whole body shuddered as huge pulses of pleasure expanded from her loins to every extremity. The hard cock within her loins continued to spew its load of fluid as they both climaxed in the culmination of their sexual union. They came down together. His orgasm lasting while he ejaculated into Jenni and hers while she felt his spasms and cum jetting against the walls and cervix of her swollen pussy. Panting and coated in a sheen of sweat they looked at each other till Jeff leant forwards and kissed her deep in her sexy mouth. Both of them felt the throbbing and small spasms of their sex organs still wrapped together as their tongues emulated the action. Jeff broke the kiss and with enough recovered strength, lifted the girl off the lounge and holding her with one hand under each round buttock and her arms wrapped around his neck took her to his bedroom, keeping his still turgid member buried deep in her warm, wet depths. Laying her down in the middle of the still unmade bed he knelt up allowing his cock to slip out of her abused cunt. He looked down between her legs; her vulva was a deep pink, almost red, swollen and soaked with her juices. Her pussy hole hadn't closed from its stretching by his large girth and as he watched a trickle of white fluid started to seep out and down over her anus. Within seconds a river of his cum was flowing out soaking into the sheets below. She was the sexiest sight he had seen for a long, long time. Jenni let a hand glide down her flat belly and between her legs exploring her gaping sex. Two fingers slid between her inner labia and down to her leaking hole, plunging into the sopping entrance and then withdrawing, sticky fluid coating the digits and dripping into her palm. She inspected the mess in her hand then absently put the slimy fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. "Mmmmmmm, nice. You have yummy cum." She felt like a real woman. Eaten out by a real man, fucked by a big cock and filled with semen. A warm glow spread over her as she thought of his sperm swimming their way around in her womb. Jeff smiled and laid down on the bed next to her, satiated from the experience. He sighed deeply. "That was awesome Jenni!" She rolled over into the crook of his arm, draping one leg over his and pressing her breasts into his chest, her dripping pussy wet against his thigh. "Was my pussy tight enough for you Uncle Jeff?" There was concern in her voice. "Oh Jenni! You have a tight pussy, believe me! Tighter than anything I've ever felt!" She beamed a big smile, her wide mouth displaying perfect white teeth. "How many girlfriends have you had?" He looked at her oddly. "Girlfriends or women?" She looked back quizzically. "They haven't all been girlfriends honey," he explained. "Girlfriends, one night stands, hookers, a work mate or two and even a few married women. Maybe thirty or so. I lost count after a while." Jenni looked genuinely surprised. "Oh my god! So many! Weren't those girlfriends good enough for you?" Jeff laughed, "It's not that completely, though some of them weren't great in bed. Most wanted a relationship and a commitment that I wasn't prepared for. So we went our separate ways. Besides I enjoy the company of a new woman every now and then." She pondered over what he had said for a moment. "When you said like you had married women, what was it like? Did their husband's know?" "One was in on a threesome, others wives were just plain wanting a good fuck outside of their boring marriage. I don't think hubbies knew about those," he answered plainly. "It was always good fun though, especially the cheating wives. They're like tigers on heat." "Do you think my mom is pretty?" "She's very attractive. I can see where you get your good looks from." Her next question almost floored him. "Would you fuck her?" He had to think carefully. "I've been friends with your parents for a long time Jenni. I don't think your dad is the sharing, lets have a threesome type, so it would have to be discreet." "Yes, but would you fuck her, if you had the chance, and no one found out?" He felt like he was being tested, but he had nothing to loose. He had just screwed the Carson's teenage daughter and was intending to do so again shortly. He couldn't be any deeper in the shit than he was now if it all came undone. "Sure. She's got a great body." Jenni beamed another smile. "You know I sometimes catch her looking at you, especially when you're only wearing bathers or shorts and no top on a hot day when you're working in the yard. I even saw her rub her pussy once as you were doing the lawn and she could see you from her balcony. I was below so she didn't see me. I think she came as she watched you." Her frankness had him off guard and he decided to change the subject. "Jenni, why did you want to have sex with me?" It was his turn to ask the questions. She suddenly went a little shy and looked down at his chest. "Well, you're so kind to me and helpful and you're like my dad, strong and handsome and you've got lots of experience, like with ladies and stuff." He guided his hand at the back of her down to her buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh and stroking down the crack between them. She sighed a little and settled against him further. Her skin was so soft and smooth. Warmth radiated from her and he started to become aroused again. He let his finger work its way further around, sliding over her anus till it reached the hot, wet entrance to her sex. He dipped his middle finger into the sticky portal; the delicate ridges and folds of her inner flesh caressed his finger as it slowly worked in and out. "So I'm like your father then?" He caught he a little by surprise, as she was concentrating on the finger slowly stroking between her legs. "Yes," she whispered. "Would you fuck your dad if you could?" She stared at him, dumbfounded and he pulled his sticky finger back and ran the pad around the rim of her anus. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she sighed. "Well?" he was more insistent. "Would you like to feel your father's cock plunging into your tight pussy, feel his cum spraying your insides like he does to your mom?" He circled his finger tighter to her anal hole. Jenni's breathing quickened with his touch and words. Her imagination was running out of control. "Yes!" she hissed. "I want to feel him inside me, losing control and spurting his seed into my womb!" "You like to feel a man cumming inside of you don't you? His cock opening you up, thrusting deep into your pussy then filling you with warm cum!" He kept the pressure up in her anus, gathering more fluid as it ran from her pussy to keep the delicate ring lubricated. She looked directly at him, the blue eyes wide with lust. "Fuck yes! I want men to fuck me and fill me with their cocks. I want to feel their cocks spasm in me and have their sperm dripping from my holes!" Her small hand had held his slimy cock and was squeezing it as she voiced her fantasy. It grew in her grasp. "Suck my cock Jenni. I want to feel your mouth licking our juices off." She turned and got on all fours beside him so her backside was next to his shoulder. Holding him in her hand she pushed her head to the fat knob. The glans fitted easily into her sexy wide mouth and her tongue licked around the rim of his knob, drinking up the fluids from her pussy where they had gathered behind the ridge. "Yes!" he hissed. "Fuck your mouth on my cock!" She pushed more of it in till the glans hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly. Slowly she found a depth and rhythm and could work her lips and tongue around the thick slimy shaft. Jeff grasped her leg and pulled it over him till she move in a position so she pussy was directly over his face. His arms wrapped from underneath her and he pushed down on her hips to position her nether region for his tongue. He drove his tongue into her hot, wet hole, savoring the taste of his cum and her natural juices. Moaning on his cock she plunged her face further down, trying to take his length into her throat. Jenni's throat muscles assailed his bloated knob as he ran his tongue out of her pussy, across the short stretch of skin and probed her anal hole. Jenni's head flew up off his cock. "AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" ripped from her throat as her body and head stretched skywards. Nothing had ever felt so incredible. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she screamed as he drove his tongue into the tight hole of her arse and fucked it like that. He kept up the assault as she mauled her breasts and nipples, the sensations from either end of her body meeting in the middle, turning her loins to mush. Eventually he could do no more and pushed her forwards. "Ride me!" he commanded. She slid forward and over his hardness. With one hand on his leg the other reached back between her legs and held his manhood upright. Feeling his cock at her entrance she slid down it in one movement, arching her back in ecstasy as he stretched her insides again. Jenni leant forwards and worked her hips up and down his shaft, getting the bloated knob to rub onto the back wall of her pussy. She had never fucked like this, using a cock to pleasure herself so. Jeff held her hips lightly as she thrust her incredibly tight pussy on his cock. As wet as she was from his huge load of semen and her own juices, she was still tight. Tight and hot. He looked at her small anal hole, twitching as she used his member drive her sexual satisfaction. He would fuck that hole one day. One day soon he promised. "Turn around honey, I want to see your tits and pussy as you ride me." She swivelled on his cock keeping it embedded within her until she sat facing him, squatting her hips over his groin. Then, leaning forward she placed her hands on his chest and started to pump her hips again. Jeff drank in the image of her hunched on top of his body; her breasts hung down, swaying as she worked his thick meat in and out of her slick orifice. Her blond, slightly wavy hair, cascaded past her angelic face. He looked into her eyes. She had an unfocused faraway look, staring past him, as though her mind had plunged into her groin, the image of the thick, hard penis sliding relentlessly in and out of her soft willing pussy burning into her brain. He just laid there, revelling in the pleasure she was giving his cock as she used it to pleasure herself. Her puffy, open labia were just visible between the valley of her breasts and the sight of his cock disappearing into the teenager's groin time and again held his gaze. Jenni breathing quickened as she forced Jeff's manhood to stroke the most sensitive areas of her pussy. He could see she was building to another climax and reached up with his hands, grasping her soft breasts and rolled her nipples hard between his fingers. Two bolts of electric pleasure shot from her nipples and into her pulsating hole causing her pussy again to explode in waves of ecstasy that rippled through her entire body. Her back arched as her head craned up to the ceiling, mouth open in a silent scream as her pussy spasmed, vainly trying to grip the invading cock embedded inside of her. Jeff saw her face and chest flush red as she froze above him. Her fingers dug into his chest and he could feel her pussy tighten incredibly as it pulsed in orgasm around his cock. He couldn't believe how sexy and erotic she looked impaled on him like that. All too soon her climax gave out and she slumped. Her hips ground down into his taking his full length back into her still throbbing post-orgasmic cunt. As she relaxed, panting from the exertion her head hung down, hair brushing his face and chest, Jeff drew his ankles together underneath her and grasping her buttocks sat up and spilled her over onto her back where she lay spreadeagled. His cock was still in her tight tunnel. It was now so hot and wet from his semen and her own fluids that it felt like his manhood was buried in a pot of hot glue trying to set around his shaft. Now he wanted to fuck her hard; pound her into the bed such was his lust for this girl that had renewed his sexual vigor. He lay on top of her slender body and put his arms underneath her so his hands gripped her shoulders, allowing him to pull her body onto his straining member as he proceeded to thrust with increasingly hard and rapid strokes. The full length of her body pressed up against him and she wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him tight with her limbs as she held his large erection tight within her belly. Her soft warm skin slide against him as he hugged her close in their hot naked embrace and squelching sounds emanated from her pussy as he drove into her and mashed his pubic bone against her vulva. Jenni's limited sexual encounters hadn't prepared her for the ferocity of a man in full sexual arousal. She hung on to him helpless against the strength of the onslaught of his cock driving into her open sex. She gave her body wholly over to his desire, the submission suddenly heightening her lust as she descended into a primitive state of desire to only feel his cock dominating her before he claimed her for his own when his seed sprayed in her young, fertile depths. Awakening Jeff's hips rocked in almost a blur as he sought the area within Jenni that rubbed his glans in the most sensitive spot. That was the spot that would make him cum and he thrust with short sharp strokes deep in the soft confines of her throbbing cunt. "Oh god!" he grunted, as he felt the climax approaching like the beginning of an avalanche. There was no way to stop it. Jenni felt his cock suddenly harden and swell. Between her already swollen pussy and his swelling cock she felt as though her belly would explode. She knew he was about to cum. "Fuck me daddy!" she cried, loosing all sense as her own body gave into the start of a climax. "Fill my pussy daddy! Spurt your cum into me! He reached the point of no return. His balls tightened up and he held her tight, pulling her hard onto his spasming cock. The breath caught in his chest and his head threatened to explode as his cock jerked violently within her loins spraying her insides again with his hot load of semen. Jenni felt his cock throb inside her belly and as the first jets of cum splashed into her she shuddered in another massive orgasm. The feeling of his uncontrollable ejaculation into her naked sex driving her mind and body into a release she hadn't experienced before this night. They held each other tightly as their sex organs melded in a hot, sticky orgasmic release and waited for the throbbing to ease. Jeff slumped part of his weight onto Jenni and relaxed his grip on her as he gulped at the air. No woman had ever drained him so completely or satisfied his lust with such passion. "Oh baby! That was incredible," he panted in her ear. Her legs fell limply apart as he took his weight off her to look into her face and she smiled back a him weakly. "I never got fucked like that by my boyfriend," she replied in a low voice. Jeff chuckled a little, "He doesn't sound like a very good lover." She was silent for a moment. "No, he's not. He didn't even make me cum." "Is he the only man you've been with?" "Yes," she whispered. Jeff was intrigued. A hot, sexy girl like this with only one boyfriend to date? "How many times have you had sex before tonight Jenni?" She blushed not looking him in the eye, "Maybe like six times." "And he never came in your pussy, or ate you out?" "No, never. Well he wore a condom, and came in that, but he didn't fuck me like you did." There was a silent gap till she looked back up to him. "I didn't know I would cum so hard when you spurted your sperm into me. When I felt your cock get really big inside and suddenly I was all hot and wet with your cum, it just felt so nice, I just came." "Jenni," Jeff started slowly, picking his words carefully, "when you said you want to have sex with other men, at the same time, did you mean it?" She thought for a moment then said in a concerned voice, "Is that wrong?" "No honey, it's not wrong," he reassured, stroking her hair. "It's a very erotic fantasy." "Yes, I think about it often. I wonder what it would be like to have all those men touching me, kissing and licking then fucking me and cumming in my pussy. I think if they fucked me like you do then it would be really nice." "Would you like that baby?" he replied, his minds eye imagining her being gang fucked. She nodded. It was had for him to believe this beautiful girl, with a perfect body and deep blue innocent eyes harboured a fantasy to be used by multiple men for their own pleasure, depositing their semen deep into her pussy, forcing her to swallow their thick sticky cum loads. A plan formed in his head. "I might be able to help you live that fantasy Jenni. Would you like that?" Her eyes widened. "Yes!" she hissed, her excitement barely restrained. "Uncle Jeff," her voice was low. "Yes baby." "Will you be my daddy?" He didn't answer, just looked at her questioningly. She did have some interesting fetishes. "Only when you fuck me, when make love," she explained. He understood now. "Yes baby, I can be your daddy, so I can fuck my beautiful daughter and fill her pussy with my hot sperm." She squeezed her pussy around his turgid cock still deep inside of her, eliciting a groan from him. "Thank you daddy!" she said joyously hugging him close and burying her face into his chest. --------------------------------------------------------- Jennifer walked along the busy sidewalk heading for the address she had been given. The streets were busy with home bound traffic and people walking single minded in the late Friday afternoon bustle. Her mind cast back to the encounter with her 'Uncle Jeff' on that fateful evening a few days past. They had fallen asleep together on the bed for a few hours when Jeff woke her up to tell her it looked like her parents were home and it was getting late. She had wanted to fuck him again, but he had said it would take too long and that her parents would get worried. Apart from that he also said he was pretty drained from the experience. She had laughed and kissed him before jumping up and dressing quickly to leave. The front door was open to her house and she let herself in, announcing her arrival as she did. "Hi mom, hi dad!" her voice echoed cheerily. "Hi sweetheart," her mom replied from the lounge. The sound of the television was on she guessed her parents were in their usual spot watching their usual programs. "Did you have a nice night honey?" her dad called out. "Yesssss!" she yelled as she disappeared up the stairs to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and the image of a freshly fucked young woman looked back. She must have smelt of cum as well she figured. There was enough still leaking out of her pussy. Water splashed over her face and she washed her inner thighs where rivers of the sticky liquid from both of them had dried on her skin. A quick rearrangement of her hair, some perfume and a change of panties and she felt she could present herself without arousing any suspicions. As she had tidied herself up, a gnawing hunger started in the pit of her stomach. She realized she hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime. Her only fill since then was a double scotch and two loads of cum in her pussy. She went back down the stairs into the kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge, looking for leftovers. As she stood looking at the food heating in the microwave oven she became aware of a heaviness in her loins along with a dull, slow, but pleasant throb she had never felt before. Her vagina and womb were still swollen from all her orgasms and the fucking Jeff had given her. Later that evening, as she lay naked in her own bed her hand crept down between her legs, fingers pushing through her hair cover labia till they slipped through the hot cleft and into the still wet entrance of her sex. Images and sensations of her coupling a few hours previous fill her mind as she pulled the last of Jeff's cum from her pussy with her fingers and masturbated her clit using the slippery fluid as lubrication. Her experienced action bought her to a climax quickly and she snuggled the pillow, hugging it like a lover as she drifted off, the throb from her groin her last memory before sleep took her for the night. Now she strode down the street eager to see Jeff again. A cool wind cut at her and she drew her long coat closer to her body. He had told her to wear a thin blouse and no bra along with a short skirt and mid high pumps, hardly suitable attire for the conditions. Butterfiles fluttered in her stomach as she thought about what might happen. He had arranged for her hair to be done this morning and a little makeup at the same time, to, as the beauty technician said, "Highlight the strong points of your face." 'It must be here somewhere' she mulled to herself, checking the address on the back of the card, but all she could see was hoarding blocking off a construction site. She walked back a bit to check the building number then past the work site to check that building number.'It must be here, but it's a building site!' she thought, slightly confused. She looked at the front of the card. It was Jeff's business card. No address. A phone number, letters signifying his qualifications. 'Oh! here it is!' she discovered. 'Engineer' it said amongst other meaningless information. 'Maybe he builds stuff. This must be the place then.' She walked along to an entrance in the hoarding. The sign on it pronounced: "ALL VISITORS MUST REPORT TO THE SITE OFFICE." Pushing open the door she stepped through onto a wooden walkway leading to a set of demountable offices. She had a clear view of the operations that the hoarding kept hidden from the public. A massive office building was half constructed with all the paraphernalia of the engineering around and on it: cranes, trucks, cement mixers, building materials, the list went on. Peering up she saw the top of the building, still very unfinished. It was so high she felt giddy as there seemed to be no reference point for her to sight on with the steel and concrete structure against the clear blue sky. "Can I help you miss?" a voice called, startling her and bringing her back to earth. She gripped the mesh fence next to her for balance and looked to the man that had hailed her. A young man, with a rucksack over his shoulder was leaving the site, his work for the day finished. "Ummm, yes,'" she stammered. "I'm, I'm looking for mister Lake." The fellow smiled, "Oh, the boss! Yeah, in that building over there." He pointed to the first demountable office. "Thank you," Jenni replied. "No problem babe," he quipped back giving her a wink and headed off past her to join the homeward masses. She proceeded up to the office and entered. There were computer terminals scattered on various desks and one lone person focused on his screen. "Ummm, excuse me," she said in a timid voice. The man at his screen looked up. He appeared to be in his mid thirties, somewhat handsome and relatively fit looking. "Yes young lady? What can I do for you?" His voice was deep, smooth and sexy. She suddenly felt attracted to him. "I'm looking for mister Lake. I'm Jennifer Carson." "Oh! Yes!" he exclaimed. "He mentioned you'd be coming. Follow me," he added standing up and heading to a door on the side of the room. She followed him through and onto a walkway joining another office until they arrived at a door. He knocked on it and opened it, poking his head around the corner. "Someone to see you boss,' she heard him say. He opened the door further and motioned her through and closing it, leaving Jennifer in the room. She looked around and saw Jeff behind a large desk, papers and manuals piled over it, a laptop computer in front of him. Jeff looked up from his screen. "Jenni!" he called cheerily, "come over here, come around, let me see you!" He motioned her to the side of his desk. "Take off your coat honey. You won't be needing that for a while." He turned in his chair to face her as she dropped the coat off her shoulders and threw it to a near by couch. It was warm in the room and she started to feel a little less anxious now that she had found Jeff was and was out of the wind. He whistled. "Wow! Baby! You look absolutely gorgeous!" She was stunning to say the least. He blond shiny locks cascaded down over her shoulders falling a little way down her back and to the top of her chest. Her firm tits pushed against the top and her nipples hard from their rubbing on the thin cloth strained outwards making a significant bulge in the material. Scanning down he saw the sexy curve of her hips covered by a skirt that dropped to slightly above mid-thigh. Her long slender legs ending in mid-high pumps that accentuated her height while the heels pushed her hips forward slightly causing her groin to jut out sexily. He felt his pulse quicken and his balls churned as he looked back up to her face. Her eyebrows had been done a darker colour and a little mascara applied so her large blue eyes were accentuated against her fine features and pale pink full lips. "Turn around baby," he commanded and she swivelled on the balls of her feet slowly, giving him a good show of her form. "God you are sexy!" he praised. A cheeky smile crossed her face, "Do you think you'd like to fuck me then? My pussy is getting kinda horny and I haven't seen you in days!" "Not just yet honey, I've still got some work to do, but let me see your pussy. I want to see if the waxing went okay." She remembered the waxing appointment a few days ago. The sting as the pubic hair was ripped out of her labia had made her eyes water, but the lady who was doing the job reassured her that it was momentary would get easier every time it was done. She was extremely nice and took more than a passing interest in Jennifer, complimenting her on her beautiful pussy and perhaps taking a few liberties with the young girl as she arranged and waxed her labia and pubic mound. Jennifer pulled her panties down and raised her skirt in front of Jeff, exposing herself shamelessly. Her bare pussy lips felt so different to when the hair had covered them and she noticed particularly how silky they felt now. Later, at night in her bed when she had cupped her pubis and vulva with her hand a surge of lust at the new sensation coursed through her and she rubbed her pussy till her juices flowed over her palm and spread the fluids over her newly bare lips before bringing herself to a climax. Now she stood before Jeff's gaze. Her growing excitement becoming evident to his experienced eye. He saw her large outer labia reddening as the swelled, barely holding the folds of her inner lips between them. "Open your legs a little," he ordered and she complied. He could clearly see her vulva bulging down between her legs and how the thin landing strip on her pubic mound accentuated that. Her bald lips seemed even bigger than first time he had seen them when they were covered in hair. He reached out with his right hand and gently stroked two fingers along the length of her large pussy lips. They were so smooth and warm. "My god Jenni, you have the most beautiful pussy and it's so soft." He guided the tip of his middle finger between the large lips and gently drew it upwards, feeling the folds of the inner lips along the pad of his digit. Then reaching forwards, spread her outer lips with the thumb and finger of his left hand and using the fingers of his right hand gently pulled her swelling inner lips free and downwards. Leaning back he admired her sex. The long inner lips hung down well past her fat outer labia in the most erotic way. He so wanted to ravish her then and there, but there were other things to do for now. Jenni stood there, holding her skirt up as she let this man touch her most private region. The fact that has was just touching her pussy lips and looking at them was getting her more and more turned on. She could feel herself getting wetter with every passing second as he sat so close, his hungry eyes fixed solely on her puffy vulva. Suddenly he grabbed her hips and guided her the the edge of his desk. Pushing aside his laptop and some papers he eased her backside onto the table and lifted her legs as she propped herself up with her hands behind her. Sitting as she was on the desk Jeff opened her legs consumed by the sight of her open pussy before him. Her inner lips now protruded distinctly out from her vulva in a way he had never seen in any other woman. Her whole body was built to attract men and the crowning achievement was her sweet pussy. No red blooded male on earth could not be aroused by the sight only inches away from his face now. The strong sent of her sex drove into his brain and his lust rose. He had to eat her pussy; feel the long inner lips in his mouth, her vulva mashed against his face and his tongue dipping in her hot wet entrance to taste her juices. His head dropped and he engulfed her. Jennifer's head flopped back and she groaned in ecstasy as Jeff's mouth wrapped around her delicate flesh. His tongue licked the whole area around and down to her pussy hole where he probed and licked inside her entrance. She was so wet now. All he had to do was put his fat cock head to her hole and he could slide right in without resistance. She was so desperate, there was an ache in her pussy that only a thick, hard cock could satisfy now. He continued to lick her pussy, sucking the inner lips and stretching them far out from her body with his mouth. Occasionally he would completely suck one of her fat outer lips and suck the silky smooth bare flesh hard into his mouth. Jenni was continually moaning, her head lolling back as she revelled in the oral assault on her naked sex organ. Jeff deliberately avoided her clit. He wanted to build her up into such a state that nothing would stop the event he had planned. With one last suckling of her inner lips he let go and sat back in the chair admiring Jennifer's hot, raw and very open vulva. Jenni wailed, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" "I've got a little treat for you honey. Come jump off the desk." She reluctantly got off the desk and stood wobbling slightly. There was a throb in her pussy and her labia felt huge between her legs. He led her to the door and across to the office she had come through originally. The man who had greeted her was still there at his computer. "Barry," Jeff called. "Take Miss Carson here on the tour as arranged." Barry got up from his desk, "Yes boss!" he answered grinning widely. "Here Jenni, you'll need one of these," Jeff said placing a yellow hardhat on her pretty head. "Regulations. Not the best fashion, but it serves a purpose." She worked it around on her head, trying to get it comfortable as Jeff continued, "I thought you might like a little tour of the site. Barry will look after you. I've got a bit more to do here and join you soon, then we can come back to the office afterwards." She didn't understand what was going on. Why didn't he fuck her right then? Couldn't his work wait a bit? She was on heat from his oral assault. All she wanted was his cock plunging into her depths, opening her up and bringing her to climax. "Uncle Jeff?" she sounded a little upset. "It's okay baby. You'll love the tour, I promise." "Really?" "Yes, really. Now go! And Barry keep an eye on the boys up there for me?" "Sure will boss!" he replied. "Come along miss, err Jennifer isn't it?" She smiled at him. "Yes." He seemed nice and she followed him closely as they left and made their way to a lift attached to the outside of the building. The site looked almost empty of people and as they entered the caged lift five other workers joined them before Barry closed the door and locked a bar in place. As they ascended Jenni was surrounded by the men. They looked strong and smelt a little of sweat. She stood wearing only her pumps, skirt and blouse. Her panties and coat left behind in the office. The lift moved slowly, getting higher and higher up the side of the tower. A bulge pressed against her backside in the close confines and a knee brushed the back of her thigh. She closed her eyes and shuddered with excitement. An elbow pressed against her breast and rubbed over her stiff nipple as a bare arm slid against hers, the contact sending little sparks up into her chest. Her senses suddenly heightened. All these fit, strong men around her. They were all much older than her, late twenties to mid thirties she guessed. Her breath started to quicken. Was she a lamb for slaughter or the wolf in sheep's clothing, hiding amongst her prey? The throb in her loins grew, fuelled by Jeff's act of cunnilingus on her and the knowledge she was alone with these men. Alone where no one could help her. The lift suddenly stopped and Barry unlatched the bar and pulled back the mesh door. He led Jennifer out onto an unfinished office floor. There were no walls. Nothing but concrete and steel. She could see clear out over the city. They were up high, very high and she felt weak at the knees. Awakening Taking her hand he led her to a wooden table out in the middle of the floor. Plans and manuals covered the top and a few seats were arranged around it. The wind blew in harder here, stiffening her nipples till they felt to burst and whipping her skirt up occasionally. "How, how high are we," she stammered nervously. "Thirty five floors." He stood behind her, close. She felt a little faint. Heights were not her thing and she reached out for the table for reassurance. As she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath she felt Barry very close behind her. "Don't be nervous Jenni, you're very safe up here." His hands reached around and cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over her hard nipples. Jenni sighed deeply as she felt his warm hands envelop her firm orbs and her head fell back against his shoulder. Then another hand was on her pussy. She opened her eyes to see one of the men from the lift in front of her, stroking her quim. His finger slipped between her wet puffy labia and probed her entrance. "God! She is so wet already!" he remarked. He quickly unzipped his work pants and pulled out his cock. Grabbing one of the chairs he sat in it, stroking his meat till it started to thicken and lengthen. Barry whispered in her ear, "Suck his cock Jenni. Get on your hands and knees and suck him." She was transfixed by his cock as her hormones started to drive her mating urge into high gear and barely noticed heavy work coats being thrown onto the ground by the four other men from the lift. Sinking to her knees in front of the man she grasped his cock and stuck the knob into her warm mouth, sliding as much of him into her face as possible. He gripped her head and groaned. "Oh! FUCK that's nice!" As she sucked the stranger's cock she felt a blunt object pressing against her pussy hole. It was warm and firm. Strong hands gripped her round buttocks and suddenly she felt her entrance give way and a fat cock slide deep into her pussy. "Jesus!" Barry yelled, "she is so fucking tight and wet. You guys won't last ten strokes in her." He laughed at that and proceeded to thrust into her. Jenni's brain reeled as she was impaled from both ends. Rational thought had departed her and all her senses turn to the sex acts happening to her young body. She felt her blouse pushed up and a hand grasp her hanging breast, fingers pulling at her nipple. Electric shocks jumped from her tit into her loins where the thrusting cock in her pussy was building her into a raging sexual state. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly on the cock in her mouth then suddenly the hands on her head gripped hard and a flood of warm cum filled her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, again and again as an endless stream jetted into the back of her throat. Finally the hands relaxed and she let the slimy organ slip from her mouth. "Ah fuck! Sorry babe, I didn't mean to cum," he remarked half apologetically. She just smiled at him and licked her lips. His cum tasted nice. Warm and salty, it had slid down her throat effortlessly. "C'mon dude!" someone yelled, "others here also want some head!" Another man replaced the one that she had just serviced and once again proceeded to suck him off, this time trying to push his cock, thinner than the one she just had, deeper down her throat. Barry's cock withdrew from her pussy and was quickly replaced by another that started to pound her tight vagina. A few of them took her like this, on her hands and knees until finally she was hoisted onto the table on her back with her head hanging over one edge. Another man got between her outspread legs and leaning forward undid the buttons on her louse. Holding on to perfect breast he guided his hard cock into her pussy whilst someone stood at her head and fed his cock into her willing mouth. With her neck stretched out so he managed to slide his length into her throat till she gagged. He withdrew and then repeated the action till he could fuck her throat unimpeded. The cock in her throbbing pussy pounded away as the man above her grimaced in pleasure, holding himself up by his hands and thrusting hard into her. "God! Fuck!" he groaned. "How fucking hot and tight is her cunt?" "Jeez man," the guy ramming her face answered, "you should feel her throat! Shit I think I'm gunna blow in her!" Jennifer felt the cock thrust deep into her mouth and the knob expand in her struggling throat as suddenly he came in a gush of hot fluid. She felt the spurts inside her chest and the incredible throb in her throat as he shot his cum directly into her stomach. A shudder went through her body as he continued to spasm and a wave of pleasure washed over her as the first climax hit. The cock embedded in her pussy sending pulses of pleasure as each thrust ended deep against her cervix. Spent, the cock in her mouth withdrew and Jenni gasped for breath. Saliva streamed from her mouth and fell to the concrete floor. "Okay guys," Barry announced, "get her in the chair. Time to finish up." Jenni's addled mind didn't comprehend what he had said as she was helped into the chair. Barry knelt between her legs and pulled her forwards so her backside was right at the edge and then placed her long sleek legs over the arm rests. She sat half slumped in the chair, legs apart, top undone and breasts exposed. Her pussy was an engorged mess of flesh that begged to be fuck. Her body was on fire. Six men had thrust their cocks into her young pussy and two had already cum in her mouth. Now Barry guided his cock back into her honeypot, sliding it all the way in on the first stroke. The throbbing in her pussy got stronger, she was close to another orgasm and as Barry continued to thrust his thick cock into her soft, tight cunt, she could feel it suddenly expand. "Fuck!" he grunted "I'm gunna cum!. Where do you want it babe?" Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. She looked at his grimacing face then down to where they were joined. His fat cock spread her vulva wide and her inner labia draped over his slimy shaft. Her eye caught a glint on his hand as he gripped her thighs. A golden wedding ring! Jenni's mind span out of control. A married man was fucking her. Fucking her! He wanted to fuck her instead of his wife. To fill her youthful pussy with his sperm. A surge of power filled her. She would drain him of his cum; drain all of these men into her till they could spurt no longer. They would all watch as she took their semen and saw her climaxing on their stiff manhoods. "Cum in me!" she cried. "Cum in my fucking pussy." No man could resist those words when he had his cock buried so deep in womanhood of a sex goddess. Barry grunted hard and thrust one last time, shuddering as his cum exploded out into Jenni's hot, tight depths. She held her legs back wide for him and watched his face contort as his climax hit. As he lost all control within her and spurted, her own orgasm descended. Huge pulses of pure pleasure spread from her loins and washed over her shuddering semi naked body. Time seemed to stop as he completed in her and her orgasm slowly abated till another man took his place and slid his rock hard erection into her hot, slimy pussy. Then as he thrust through the cum inside her she descended into a constant state of orgasmic bliss till finally he stiffened and erupted his load into her steaming box. Finally all six men had ejaculated their loads into Jennifer and she lay slumped in the chair, chest heaving with effort as she slowly came off her near unending climax. Jennifer's brain was in a fog. She barely heard or comprehended what happened in the next few minutes. "Okay guys, knock off time. Pack your stuff up and have a good weekend." She heard Jeff's voice, but it didn't register. "Jeez boss, that was awesome!" an excited voice said. "I'll be in that again," another said. "Best fuck in a long time," came another. "Awesome piece of pussy boss!" The workers departed leaving Jeff with Jennifer. He had arrived a little while after they had started fucking her senseless. Sitting in a chair off to one side he had viewed the proceedings. She was a total slut. A one in a billion opportunity and he wasn't going to let it go by. He saw how she had descended in a state of pure sexual lust as each man had his way with her and then how she fed off the sexual release of each one of them into to her body. It was the fuel for her own climax. One that continued as long as a cock was driving into her soft, tight cunt and exploding a load of cum into it. Sex was a drug for her. Perhaps more powerful than anything else known and he knew that craving had to be fed. Nature had bred the ultimate sex machine. He could leverage that quirk to both their advantage. Standing in front of her body, sprawled out as it was on the chair he knew he was a small, but important part of her life now. He was the linchpin around her sexual universe. She need to be guided, nurtured by a trusting and close friend. One who knew her sexual proclivities; a lover and confidant. He could never quench her sexual urge, but he could enjoy her boundless energy in bed and gain a second youth for some time through her body. He looked at her; her chest heaved with strong breaths and her swollen breasts moved gently along with the motion. Nipples still rock hard and pointing upwards. 'When did she ever stop feeling aroused?' her thought. His gaze travelled downwards over her sexy belly to her crotch. Her pussy was a swollen gaping wound from which a river semen leaked onto the edge of the chair and dripped onto the concrete floor where a large puddle was forming. He fought the desire to fuck her then and there as the other men had just done. He had one more task to perform. Reaching down put his arm around her and pulled her to her feet. Jennifer felt her body being raised gently from the chair and a long warm coat wrapped around her before being lifted in strong arms and carried away. She curled up in the protective cocoon of Jeff's upper body and closed her eyes, the strong deep throb from her loins still sending pulses of pleasure through her body. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jennifer sat in the chair in front of Jeff's office desk. "Jenni," he called gently, "here, drink this." He handed her a double scotch, neat. Still numb from the proceedings a few minutes prior she grasped the glass and downed half of it unwittingly. The liquid fire burned at her throat and she coughed violently a few times, but endured the temporary torture until it gave way to the indescribable feeling of warmth radiating down to her stomach. She quickly downed the rest of the tumbler, albeit more cautiously. The alcohol worked rapidly and soon she felt the fingers of warmth and delight creep down into her loins. Suddenly the warmth spread throughout her belly and she felt the unusual sensation of her anus relaxing under the influence of the liquid. She smiled as the effect hit her brain. Within minutes her whole body had relaxed and the heady feeling of the alcohol mixed with the post orgasmic bliss of her encounter to form a symbiosis of dreamy pleasure. "Jenni." Jeff's voice brought her from her reverie to the stark reality of his office. He sat behind his desk looking at her. "The boys wanted to show their appreciation." He pushed a pile of money across the desk towards her. "There's about a thousand dollars there." She looked numbly at him then at the bills in front of her. She struggled to make sense of it. Absently she reached forwards and grabbed a handful of the notes, staring at the bills held tightly in her small hand. Jeff's voice continued, "That's just a small amount Jenni. You could make more; much more." "How, how much," she stuttered. "Five, maybe ten grand a pop. Maybe more." Her eyes widened at his statement and her mouth dropped open. "Think of it Jenni; you could have anything you wanted, go anywhere you pleased. You'd be rich!" Her eyes closed and she thought of the events that had just taken place. Six men had just used her for their own pleasure and cum in her pussy and paid her for it. She had fucked them like a whore and enjoyed every second of it. Her other hand drifted down between her legs stroking over her clit and into her leaking hole, pulling out the mixed semen and coating her sensitive nub with it. The notes crushed in her hand as she masturbated herself with the spent cum and thought of cocks that had spurted their loads into her willing body. These men, all experienced had lost control inside of her pussy. They could only cum once or twice, she could milk them all and still take more. She felt a power over men she had never realised she had. "Jennifer." She looked up, the spell broken. Jeff stood in front of her. His hand reached down and stroked her face. "Jennifer," he said slowly, "you've never had a cock in your arse before have you?" She blinked at him, her eyes blue lagoons of innocence. "N, no sir," came the obedient reply. "You know that men will want to fuck you in your backside? To cum in your arse?" She blankly nodded assent. "Men will want to fuck your pussy and your arse at the same time. Do you want to feel what that is like?" "Yes daddy," she replied meekly. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought. One fat cock in her pussy felt like she would burst apart. What would a cock in her ass at the same time feel like? Her loins felt as though they were turning to liquid at the thought. "Suck my cock Jenni," Jeff commanded as he unzipped himself and pulled his growing erection from his pants. She reached forward and took him into her mouth, quickly bringing him to full hardness. After watching her get gang fucked and seeing her abused pussy dripping with multiple loads he didn't need much stimulation. "Stand up honey and bend over the desk." She released his cock and did as her ordered. She knew what was about to happen. Despite the alcohol and everything that had proceeded, she was nervous. Only a thin dildo had ever entered her most secret hole. Jeff's cock was far, far bigger than that. He felt her tension as she laid her chest onto the desk, breasts crushed against to cool, smooth wood. "Relax baby, I'll take it real slow okay?" "Yes daddy," came the quavering reply. "You tell when to stop or go on okay?" "Uh huh," she grunted. Jeff bent down between her open legs. 'Fuck she looks so sexy' he though. Her swollen, gaping pussy leaked cum that ran down her thighs. He could see the wet, pink flesh inside throbbing gently. Her anal hole pulsed slightly. It looked so tiny he wondered if his cock would ever fit. Taking a small bottle of lubrication from his pocket he dripped a generous quantity directly on her tight hole and proceeded to massage the area with the tip of his finger. Jenni immediately moaned deeply at his touch, pushing her backside out at him. Gradually he inserted a finger. Her sphincter gripped his digit like a steel band. "Relax honey, breath out. Nice and slow." She did and he immediately felt her muscles relax and he pushed and rotated the slippery finger further into her virgin backside. As her felt her accepting the digit with more ease he introduced a second finger, adding more lubrication along the way. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Jenni moaned at the additional stretching. Jeff continued slowly to open her up, relaxing her sphincter to the point where he felt he could add a third finger. Slowly, so slowly he eased the third digit alongside the other two and rotated them. Her ass gripped his fingers so tightly, but she was loosening up. He pushed the three digits up to the second knuckle. "Oh fuck!" Jenni exclaimed. "Fuck that's nice." "Do you want my cock in there now baby," he asked. "Yes. Yes, please fuck my arse daddy," she panted. Jeff pulled his fingers slowly from her backside and watched as the hole closed. She was ready. He poured more lubrication on to her opening and then on to his cock, stroking it on with his hand and getting himself harder at the same time. "Okay baby, relax and breath out when I push in." He placed the head of his thick member against her moist anal entrance and holding the knob against it pushed forward. There was a momentary resistance and suddenly his glans slid past the tight ring of muscle and lodged itself inside of her ass. Jennifer felt the pressure mounting on her asshole and forced herself to relax as instructed. Then her hole widened. Widened incredibly. She felt as though her hole was going to split open until suddenly it snapped back over the shaft of Jeff's cock as the huge knob slipped into her backside. Her head craned back and she clutched at the desk with one hand while the other crushed the money in her fist. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned deeply. The most amazing sensation assailed her anus as her sphincter had stretched past the widest point and then shrunk back to grip his shaft just behind the head. "Oh Jesus! Jesus," she wailed, "stop there, stop there." She panted for a moment getting used to him invading her virgin ass. "Okay, I'm okay now." Jeff felt her ass snap tight around his cock just behind his glans. The muscles of her anal opening squeezed hard on his knob. His brain swam with the sensation and he resisted the urge to thrust into her immediately. She was so tight. The tightest arse he had ever had the pleasure to stick his cock into. When she gave the signal to proceed he gently start to push into her yielding anus. Pull out a bit, push in further. Soon he was buried balls deep in her backside. He leant forward and whispered in her ear. "I'm all the way inside you baby." She had never felt so full. It was way more than when his cock was in her pussy. It felt good. Really good. "Fuck me daddy. Fuck my arsehole. I want to feel you spurt your hot cum in my backside," she purred. Her words drove him on. He looked down to see his cock embedded in her most private place, her anus stretched impossibly wide around his girth. A week ago this was beyond his wildest dream and now he was fucking the most gorgeous young female in the ass, bent over his desk. His lust descended like a mist now that he had fully penetrated her and he began long slow strokes inside of her tight bowel. It was so different from her pussy, but incredibly pleasurable and he felt a sense of domination over her that drove his libido to new heights. He plunged harder into her soft backside, holding her perfect buttocks apart with his hands. He was getting close and wanted to take her in one final position to maximise his pleasure. He stopped and pulled out of her tight orifice. "Roll over onto your back baby." Jennifer turned around and sat on the desk before laying down. Her unbuttoned blouse flopped open revealing her firm breasts and as she pulled her legs up her pushed them back, rolling her hips up so he could penetrate her ass easily. Laying on her back Jennifer felt Jeff's cock easily slide past her loosened sphincter and deep inside. She felt like such a slut, laying back taking a naked cock up her backside. It was so dirty, but felt so nice. As he started to thrust into her again she felt the incredible sensations as her bowel was opened by the invading organ and her anal hole stretched wide by the root of his cock. Once again she felt the familiar tingling of a building orgasm, but different this time. Her anus was providing completely different sensations. Jeff started to drive his straining cock harder and faster into Jennifer. He looked down at her. He was fucking a beautiful eighteen year old that could easily grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Her chest heaved with each thrust, breasts wobbling slightly with the fat nipples hard and erect. Her concave belly bulge upwards slightly as his cock impaled her and her swollen, open pussy still leaked the cum of half a dozen men. Awakening Her bowel gripped him with slippery tightness and she groaned loudly, "Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck!" Suddenly she arched her back and thrust her hips against him burying him deep as she shuddered and then froze in an enormous climax. He had fucked her to an anal orgasm and that thought drove him over the edge. Jenni's body suddenly couldn't take it any longer. Stimulated by all the orgasms from the men she had fucked less than thirty minutes prior this new invasion into her ass overwhelmed her senses. Without warning her anus exploded in a wave of such intense pleasure she almost blacked out. Then suddenly the massive cock inside her spewed its load spraying her abused bowel with hot sperm. The combination sent her into a spiral of orgasmic convulsions that had her jerking uncontrollably on the meat pole that impaled her. They held there, both climaxing together. He, spurting his load into her virgin arse and she shuddering spasmodically on his cock. Within seconds they were spent although it felt like they had the ultimate bliss of sexual union for eternity. Jeff staggered back his turgid member slipping out of Jenni's well fucked asshole and collapsed in the chair behind him. He looked at her. All her could see was her spread legs and gaping pussy and anus. His cum ran out of her ass in a white sticky river onto the desk where it pooled under her buttocks. She looked so erotic. He had the will to want to fuck her again seeing that, but his body wasn't going to deliver. They recovered where they were. He on the chair and she on the desk, still laying flat, legs wide open. Eventually she raised herself up and looked at him. A huge grin spread across her face and she slid off the desk and sat on his lap. Her hand delved between her legs, rubbing her open vulva and spreading the cum from her well fucked holes all over it. "Mmmmmm," she hummed dreamily, "that was incredible! I didn't know I could cum just by getting my ass fucked." "You're a lucky girl," Jeff answered back with a smile. "Not many women like anal and less have an orgasm from it." "It was really, really nice and your cock felt so huge in me. I loved it when you spurted your cum into me. I could feel all the juices in my backside and it got really, really hot and slippery." Jeff looked into her face, locking eyes with her. "Did you like all those men fucking and cumming in your pussy baby?" he asked quietly. Her voice became serious. "Yes. I loved it when they fucked me and I swallowed their cum and they came into my pussy." A moment passed before she continued. She looked down speaking quietly, "Does that make me a whore daddy?" Jeff placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head back up to look at her. "Do you want to be a whore Jenni?" She looked away for a second and then back at him. "Yes daddy. I want to be a whore, a filthy slut that fucks older men and lets them shoot their cum into me." Her hand was rubbing at her sperm drenched slit while she spoke. "I want them to fuck my tight little pussy and ass, and stick their fat cocks into my throat." Her eyes closed as she plunged three fingers deep into her pussy and pulled the slimy digits back out over her exposed clit. Jeff watched her masturbate while she sat astride his legs. Her swollen breasts hung invitingly in front of him and as she worked away at her cunt he grasped her nipples and pulled and twisted them. She reached out with her free hand and gripped his shoulder to steady herself against the flood of sensations writhing in her loins that emanated from her nipples and clit. "That's it Jenni, feel those hard cocks sliding deep into your tight little pussy and how your backside stretches around a fat pole as you get sodomised at the same time," he egged her on, knowing how she could climax harder on the mental images and the effect they had on her perverted brain. Her breathing increased rapidly and her hand was a blur on her swollen labia. A mask of ecstatic agony writhed over her beautiful features as her body squirmed with pleasure. Jeff was drawn into it, the scene before him fuelling his libido to a level he had never felt. He wanted to pin her to the floor and fuck her brains out over and over till he was a spent husk. "Oh! Oh! Oh god!" she grunted. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a long low wail to the ceiling as the wave of the climax crashed into her. She rode on Jeff's lap, mindless to all else but the spasms in her loins. Her hand had slid down from her clit and over the engorged labia where three of her fingers plunged deep into her slimy cunt, pumping the sopping hole in time to her throbbing orgasmic pulses. As her orgasm slowed Jeff released her tortured nipples and gently cupped her breasts, allowing her to slump forward on his hands. He could feel her heart thumping in her chest as his hands held the firm, warm orbs. She was a sexual dynamo, he was convinced. He'd never encountered such a voracious sexual appetite in a woman before. He would make sure she was guided and protected so they both could profit from her unusual ability. "Baby," he whispered gently. She opened her eyes with difficulty and tried to focus on him. "I think we should go home now honey, is that okay?" She smiled weakly, "Yes daddy, I'd like that." He picked her up and setting her on her wobbly legs, wrapped her coat around her and with his arm around her shoulders led out of the office. Awakening Kyle woke from a good sleep for no reason. He has trouble sleeping some nights. Tonight, he thought he would just lay there and try to get back to sleep. It was 3:00 AM, and 6:00 wouldn't be far off to get up for work. He still felt somewhat dreamy, so rolled to his side to get more comfortable. He saw the room was lit up a little from the partial moon coming into their bedroom. He was facing Maxine now, and he could see that in this warm summer night, she had thrown her sheet off. She was nude; she liked to sleep like that. She had said that way she doesn't get wrapped up in bedclothes. He didn't mind...her body was still in good shape at 43. That's why they still made love, or just good hard sex, 3 to 4 times a week. Sometimes everyday. Once in a while more than once a day. And for being 45, he was still able to perform to her satisfaction, even though he was having more trouble the last few years maintaining an erection for the entire session. She accommodated, if necessary. And she enjoyed that, too. He watched her. Her lovely, still very voluptuous breasts rising and falling with her slow breathing. The outline of her face against the far wall was still taught and well-defined. Max's stomach had a slight bulge, but not a turn-off in the least. She had aged well, but he would never say anything like that out loud to anyone. He had seen the 20-something guys inspecting her when they were out. And it didn't matter what she was wearing. He was becoming aroused, but wasn't aware of it until now. God she was beautiful! And she was HIS wife. He didn't need to go anywhere else. She was attentive and amorous, as well as she had ever been in their younger years. He wanted to make slow love to her right now. He reached over and just slightly touched the side of her right breast. Oh it was so firm, yet soft at the same time. Just right for him. She didn't move. So, he moved his hand upward to her areola and circled it lightly a few times before tenderly touching her nipple. It was soft, too, not erect. He wasn't used to that. Usually, by the time he would ever feel it, she was awake and they were into foreplay, and it would be at least half hard by now. It usually didn't take much arousal for her to reach that point. After a few moments of light rubbing with his middle finger, it started to rise and swell. It came to be the size of a dime and about half as high. He moved his hand over to the left side, which was a little harder to reach, that is, without waking her. He did the same to that breast, with about the same reaction - soft at first, then hardness. Kyle was starting to breathe a little more heavily now. He lifted his hand and moved it over her slow-moving stomach, where he touched it with all four fingers of his right hand. Her skin was warm and so soft. He allowed the whole hand too flatten onto her mid-section. It felt wonderful to touch her when she was this relaxed. No expectations from him or her as to what to do next. Just the touching was enough for him right now. She continued her uninterrupted sleep. He felt peaceful, yet, that familiar tingling of his body told him he couldn't stop. It was sometimes maddening, that desire to just completely fill himself with her emotional AND physical womanhood. But, he knew that she had it, too. And they were very in tune to each other with it. They turned each other on equally...still. Most people their age were winding down and losing interest. Not Kyle and Max. And their friends, and family, knew it. Even their two children, Erica and Sam, weren't as embarrassed by the idea as most kids are with their parents. These two had a special relationship that EVERYONE could see. He had to touch her in that very special place. But, he wanted to savor it, as he usually does. This helps keep them in love with each other. Max does it, too. And that slowness is better foreplay, more sensual, more arousing. He gently lifted his hand to just leaving his first two fingers touching her skin, then began sliding them down her left leg to almost her knee. He had to be careful since she was ticklish around her knees. He didn't want to wake her, at least yet. He then scanned the almost-inner thigh on the way back toward her stomach, lightly drifting through her thick, curly pubic hair. She kept it well trimmed for bikini season, and to just keep it out of the way for sexual entry. Then, he took his fingers down her right leg, made a U-turn, and brought them back up the right inner thigh. A little further in between this time. He let his digits ever-so-lightly trace the crevice of her sexual mound. Max took a slightly deeper breath. He stopped his touching, and she settled back into the slower rhythm of sleep state. He gave it a couple of minutes. Kyle then reach to her face. He used the back of his fingers to brush the lower jaw and travel up across her cheek to just below her right eye. Her hair was cut just above the shoulder, for easier care, but enough for him to run his hands through it when he was loving her, or just sitting on the couch watching TV. Sometimes he would come up behind her while she was fixing dinner and slip his fingers through ever so slightly to remind her how much he still loves her. But, now, he left her hair so as to not awaken her, since he was very turned on whenever he did this at the other times. Her lips were so soft and well-rounded. He always liked kissing them, and they responded well in return. She didn't need to use a tongue very often, but did when she was very turned on, and she could use it well at that. His penis took a jump at that thought of her kisses, and Kyle took a deep sigh. Her right leg was slightly separated from the left, causing a fair opening to her love canal and clitoris. He moved his hand back down there and touched the clit. It was fairly meaty, and oh so beautiful to look at. At the moment, it was a little puffier than normal. Was Max faking sleep to enjoy the sensations he could be giving her, or was this common to sleep? He hadn't done this - exploring her while she was asleep - but a few times in their lives together. He respected her. She was usually awake, to some degree, at the same time as he. It didn't matter this time. He was too far into sexual glow to have much control over himself now, although he was still being careful not to be forceful on her. He loved her too deeply to allow that. The thought of her pussy possibly being aroused gave him an idea. He had never done this before, but, he moved so very slowly to sit himself up and get out of bed. He walked to the end of the bed. He could see that her legs were fairly spread apart, enough for him to lay the top half of his body on the bed between them. He could just reach her vaginal area with his face. He had put his hands on the outside of her legs to support and slowly lower himself down to his desired position. His nose was now about four inches away from her lovely mound. He could smell her musky, womanly sweetness. His heart was pounding pretty good now. He was well into excitement at this point. He had to lay with his cock in upright position, as it was fully erect. He reached out with his tongue and tasted the inner lips of her vaginal opening. Oh, it was ever so sweet. Max wasn't flowing with secretion, as when she was fully sexual, but the taste was still there. He licked her clit three or four times. Now, he wanted her to wake slightly, so she could enjoy it. He didn't want anything in return, only to please her. She was beautiful, intelligent, loving...she deserved the reception of stimulation, and possibly climax, without any obligation to return the favor. He licked the opening a couple of more times, and then her clit about six. She certainly changed her breathing now. It became more heavy, and regular at it. She was awake. And just taking this in. Kyle turned his head and kissed her left thigh in four places. Then, her right one for six. He knew she loved this. It turned her on instantly every time. She moved her left leg outward to give him more access for his advances. She was allowing him to continue with her pleasure. He could see her round breasts heaving now, and becoming irregular in its pattern of rise and fall. He kept on, then, kissing and licking her clit, which was now fairly erect, as was her inner lips. He bit and sucked the latter slightly a few times. They became larger and proceeded to extend beyond her mound. He sucked her clitoris long and somewhat hard this time. Max sighed deeply and let a slow, satisfying "Ahhh" escape her now open mouth. He noticed her arms were straight beside her gaped legs and her hands were clenching the sheet. Her vaginal fluids were starting to flow now. Kyle lapped some up greedily and swallowed all he could. She had always tasted so wonderful. That was a big reason he enjoyed giving Maxine oral sex. Well, she enjoyed it so much, too. He must have been doing it rather well all these years, as she had never given him any advice to do it differently. Her clit was fully hard as he moved his attention to it. He sucked it hard this time. Almost like the way she sucked on his cock that would make him explode into her mouth quickly. He wanted her to do that with him...come to full orgasm while he was down there stimulating her with just his mouth. It had occurred to him that her now almost-bouncing tits hadn't received his oral attentions, especially now that she was awake and enjoying herself. So, he pushed himself to his knees, then crawled up to those lovely D-Cup flesh-bodies. Kyle lowered his mouth to the right one first. He kissed it all over, then covered the nipple with his mouth. He sucked it upward, slightly, then rolled it with his tongue. Not too fast, not too hard. She had brought her left hand up to the side of his head, and grasped his hair. That turned him on so much! But, he had to keep his senses so that he could finish his intended goal of pleasing just her to orgasm. His 7-inch prick, that she had said several times was just right for her, was positioned for entry into her now well-lubricated pussy. But he contained himself. He moved his head to her left tit now. Yes, they were tits at this point, only for sensual pleasure for her. No need to be proper and educated. He went straight to suction this time, and his tongue was more harsh on it. Max groaned quite loud this time. Her other hand found its way to his head. Her grip was more intense as she pressed his head deeper into her flesh. He almost couldn't breath he was so buried in her, but managed so that he would not stop stimulating for a couple of more minutes. He pulled his head up and met her mouth with his. Their lips locked, parted, then they were into a sexually-charged kiss that involved a lot of movement from both of their hot, probing tongues. Their jaws opened almost to the point of pain, but it was pleasurable pain. There was no turning back from this now. But Kyle still wanted so desperately to give her such an intense orgasm WITHOUT his cock buried deep in her cunt. It had become a mission which must be accomplished. He pulled from her mouth, and not without a good bit of effort, as she did not want to let go. Her tongue was still outside her orifice - flicking, rolling and probing - while he purposefully and slowly raised himself to get back into position between her legs. Kyle went back to work, feverishly, on her clit, her inner lips, her vagina. Sucking, licking, swallowing, breathing hotly on her. Her head was thrashing about wildly. Her hands were still attached to his head, pushing it into her pussy now. She wanted it harder and faster. He complied readily and willingly. Max was getting very vocal, as her voiced raised to yelling, not quite a scream. Her stomach was pushing inward, and she was bucking her hips to the rhythm of Kyle's oral movements. He rolled his head in circles as her moved about her clit, which by now was extended slightly beyond its shroud of cover. So he had to be careful so to not lick against the head of her erect clitoris with the rough top of his tongue. This would cause her to react with body spasms and kill the excitement she had going; the clit is too sensitive for that much agitation. Max's legs were starting to close around Kyle's head. He knew that she was approaching orgasm, and she was going to make it a good, long one. She didn't last but about three more circles of the clit before she released all her body's intense sexual energy. She nearly pulled his hair from his head. Her legs clenched his neck and upper shoulders then Max locked her ankles, which pressed her thighs tight against his ears. He could still hear her screams of release. She also ejaculated a fair amount of fluid from her great orgasm - something that didn't happen often at all. The cum had covered Kyle's face and chin. It was so warm and salty. He tried to swallow as much of it as possible while it was squirting out, also, but it was too liquid and abundant. He couldn't compare how much her cum was to his orgasmic explosion amounts. Max always wantonly took his cum into whichever orifice he had it in of hers. Max continued cumming for what seemed like five minutes. Her entire body spasmed in synchronization, hard and fast at first, then slowing gradually. Finally, she was able to relax her body, and her grip on me, with only an occasional weak jump and low moan or gasp. At last, she was still, her breathing still quite heavy. I was able to remove myself from my situated position of her now-wet pussy, legs, ass and sheet. I stood at her feet and watched as she returned, ever so slowly, to more normal breathing and relaxation. She looked so limp and disheveled. She came hard and well. Now, she could hardly move from her body's recent involuntary workout. Kyle didn't even feel the urge now to give her a good fucking just so he could get off. She looked so satisfied and peaceful and he did not want to disturb that. He went to his side of the bed, which was now smaller as Max was more in the middle of the bed from her thrashing about it. He didn't care about that. He currently felt sleepier than an hour ago. He didn't care how much sleep he got before getting ready for the new day. He could rest a little better even though sleep might not find him. In thinking over the last episode of Max's and his sexual adventure, he did drift off to Slumber land. They both did...with smiles on their faces. Awakening Something woke me out of a deep sleep. I had been dreaming about darkened rooms made of warm writhing flesh. The damp air had held a musky scent that I thought I should have recognized but couldn't quite recall, as if it had been some genetic memory that couldn't be translated into normal thoughts. The floor had been sticky and the air was filled with moans and gasps. They didn't sound like they were made from pain though. The sheets had been kicked down to the foot of my bed in the night. Hot humid air filtered in through my open window and clung to my naked form. It was only May and already it felt like August. I tried to ignore my nocturnal erection which was swollen enough to be almost painful. I tried to roll my head to look at the clock but I couldn't move it. My whole body couldn't move. Without warning my heart accelerated as panic flooded my mind. I tried to calm my mind, to think rationally so the stress wouldn't overwhelm me and aggravate my heart condition, but my body had become a slave to the primitive lizard part of my brain that would never be controlled or reasoned with. My boner was gone. After a few moments my eyes began to adjust to the darkness and I became aware of a presence in my room with me. At first it caused my panic to rise even higher and I could feel the weak walls of my heart begin to flutter with fatigue. I was not alone but nothing dangerous had yet made itself apparent. I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten when something in my room made a leathery slithering sound like two snakes twisting together. There was another sound like languid breathing coming from the far wall at the foot of my bed. My eyes snapped open and locked onto a shadowy form directly across from me. All I could see of it in the dark was a formless lump of darker shadow against the wall under my bikini girl poster, but at the top and roughly middle of the shadow were two pin pricks of dim reddish orange light. The center of these cold fire orbs were tiny black circles that held a weight to them that stole my breath as I recognized them for what they were. Glowing red eyes, the eyes of a predator. My heart sputtered irregularly and my breath came in fast, shallow gasps. I needed my fucking meds. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the orange bottle on my nightstand, a bottle of water next to them, but my body would not respond to my urgings. The rational part of my brain screamed two words over and over into my mind: sleep paralysis. I was still dreaming, just a dream, don't panic. I recited this mantra in my mind but it was as useless as explaining quantum physics to a brain damaged cow. My panic would not subside. "Don't be afraid." a smoky feminine voice whispered in the dark. For some reason that voice pinned my frantic emotions like my body was pinned to the bed. I could feel a cool calm flood my body like a strong narcotic in my blood. I was still scared, but my heart and breathing were quickly returning to normal. The shadowy form stood up and again there was that leathery sound. The gleaming eyes rose to the bikini girl's naval which made the shadow a few inches shorter than me. With a slow and queer grace the shadow moved away from the wall and further into the room. When the shadow crossed the threshold of light pouring in through my window it stopped and I could see it for what it was. A naked woman. No not a woman, something else. She possessed the general form of a woman but for as much of her that looked human there was as much that was nowhere near human. She had the face of an angel with long straight, raven black hair that fell down to her waist. Her skin was pale enough that I could just see her veins under the skin. Strong, well toned muscle rippled under her smooth flesh when she moved. Her lips were full and black. Her predatory eyes were almond shaped and gave an exotic quality to her face. Her full firm breasts were smooth and without blemish, her erect nipples as dark as her lips. Her breasts were large but they defied gravity and hung close to her chest. Her waist was narrow to the point of appearing waspish and expanded to wide sensuous hips. Her legs were chords of toned muscle and a neatly trimmed nest of black hair nestled where her legs met her hips. I couldn't see her feet. After that all semblance of human normalcy ended. A pair of ivory, red tipped horns grew from her forehead and curled up and outwards over her head and pointed ears. A pair of shiny smooth black bat-like wings grew from her back and made a rasping noise when they rubbed together. These wings had made the sound I had heard earlier. The dark veins were moving, slithering around under her skin and forming arcane patterns that couldn't occur under natural laws. Her fingers ended in long, curving black claws. Lastly, swishing slowly behind her legs was a long whip like tail that ended in ridges and a phallic bulb. She was at once more horrifying and beautiful than anything I ever could have imagined. Her feminine grace and voluptuous curves combined with the predatory alienness distilled in her a form of desire and dread that warred within me for control. Beyond all reason or semblance of rationality, even beyond my lizard brain's cries to run, I found myself getting aroused by simply looking at her. I wanted her. I feared her. She looked at me with an open smile on her lips revealing long sharp looking teeth. Everything about her screamed out predator to me, but I couldn't move. I had seen rabbits freeze up like that when I walked too close to them. Other animals did it too. When a predator comes looking for them they go tharn, hoping that the hunter won't see them. I had gone tharn, but the predator saw me and was fucking smiling. I was terrified, unable to move or cry out, alone in my room with some kind of monster. She looked at me and slowly her features changed. The smile melted away to be replaced by a confused frown. "Don't you recognize me Master?" she asked. Her voice sent shivers down my spine that excited me even through her confused tone. I tried to shake my head, to tell her no, but I still couldn't move. The smile returned to her face and she laughed a deep, sensuous laugh that tantalized my nerves and made my cock quiver. Her eyes caught the movement and quickly glanced at my engorged organ, then back up to my face. "You don't do you?" she asked again. Impotently I tried again to respond. She shook her head, muttered to herself and laughed softly as she paced slowly from one side of my room to the other. When she walked towards me I couldn't tear my eyes away from the rhythmic bouncing of her large, perfect breasts. When she walked away I was equally transfixed by her firm ass and thighs. Oddly the tail didn't ruin the view. When she moved far enough away I could just make out her feet. They were cloven hooves. Her strong legs grew to what looked like a second set of knees, bent backwards, connecting to her calves like a shaved goat walking upright. When she reached the end of her circuit her wings would rasp together as she turned. She stopped her pacing at the side of my bed and looked at my nightstand. She walked over to it, silent as a shadow, and picked my wallet up. She opened it and took out my driver's license. "Salem Blackthorn, born January 18th, 18 years ago. You're the right guy." she said to herself as she sat down on the edge of my bed. Her tail twitched over my bare legs and this close I could smell a musky scent, strong but not overpowering, coming off of her. The scent made my head spin and my blood sing. My erection felt so hard that I thought it might split open. "I'm in the right place but you don't recognize me." she muttered to herself. She put my I.D. back into my wallet and placed it on my nightstand, her black wings hanging over my prostrate form. She turned her head to look at me, catching me staring at her heart shaped ass inches from my hand. I felt my cheeks flush at having been caught but she didn't seem to mind. "Well this is a very interesting predicament I find myself in. It makes sense that you wouldn't recognize me I suppose. Still I was hoping you'd know me when you saw me. It may take some time to figure out a way to make you remember so I'll need to make some arrangements." I stared at her, mesmerized by her face and voice but in utter confusion as to what she was talking about. "Still," she continued, "what am I to do with you in the meantime?" She looked at me with a very unsettling hunger in her dim glowing eyes as she asked her question. Her smile broadened and a new gleam entered her eyes as her tail trailed low over my body, touching parts of me that were much more sensitive than my legs. "I just had a wicked idea of what to do with you." she said. My stomach lurched and my already taxed heart sputtered as the woman stood up and walked to the foot of my bed. She must have noticed the change in me somehow because she froze in mid stride and placed a single finger on my chest. Her finger was impossibly hot and it felt like she was searing me with her touch. My body buckled and I tried to scream but the only noise I made was a pathetic whimper. "Relax. It won't hurt if you relax and stop fighting me." Through the blossoming pain I tried to calm myself, to do whatever she asked as long as it would make the pain stop. Through clenched teeth I tried to talk, to beg her to stop hurting me but to no avail. Slowly the red haze cleared and the pain was gone, replaced by whisper delicate warmth that spread through me. My heart still beat fast but it was more rhythmic, closer to being normal. "That's better." she whispered. As quickly as it had started the sensation ended when she removed her finger. A tiny red bead of crimson was left behind from where her claw had gouged me. When she saw the blood her cheeks flushed a little and she bent her head down to my chest, her luxurious hair cascading around her face and over my chest like a dark curtain. Her nose was a hair's breadth above my warm skin and I could hear her take a deep breath just above the tiny blood drop. With a slow deliberate movement a long serpentine tongue slid out from between her black lips and licked the tiny drop. She moaned as a slight shudder passed through her body when the blood and her tongue made contact. Her saliva warmed my skin in tingling pulses. From inches above me she looked me directly in the eyes. Her eyes glowed through the sheet of her hair. She gave me a satiated look but it didn't last. Raw lust gleamed at me in the dark while her finger trailed down my ribcage. "Waste not. I think you enjoyed that almost as much as I did, I'll have to remember that." she said and then kissed my skin. Electric shocks spread through me from every point where her lips made contact. My stiff cock throbbed and pulsed as I felt her nipples sliding across my abs, leaving trails of liquid fire. With one free hand she grabbed my neck, not quite choking me but holding me firmly in place. With the other hand she raked her claws down my sensitive skin only hard enough to leave tiny red welts. My blood burned in my veins and my balls ached from the teasing touch of this woman or creature. Whatever she was I didn't care, I just didn't want her to stop. Ever since I hit puberty I have dreamed and fantasized about encounters like this. Most of those fantasies had caused a shortage of Kleenex in the house, which my mother had noticed but thankfully never mentioned. I was 18 and had never even seen a girl naked in real life before. I had seen videos online and God knows I have a lot of pictures stuffed between my mattresses, but never in my life had I ever felt anything like this. My God I didn't want it to stop. She must have sensed this or least been able to guess because she took her time. She didn't rush as she licked, kissed, and nibbled my skin, going lower and lower, careful to let no section of my body go untouched. Her teeth were long and sharp but she was careful not to bite too hard and break the skin. Still the mere thought of the pain if she did bite me excited me somehow. I have never been a big fan of pain, so why did the idea of being bitten appeal to me? As she moved lower down my body I could feel her breasts rub against my penis that caused all of my muscles to go tense. The woman froze for a moment and looked up at me through her hair. "My you are a sensitive one aren't you Master?" she asked. With her eyes still locked onto mine she slid up my body until my hot erection nearly slid out from between her breasts, then she slid back down engulfing me. She continued the slow deliberate motion, purring like a wild jungle cat. "You are so responsive Master; we are going to have so much fun together." The sensation was too much. Already I could feel the tell tale signs of the build up before ejaculation. My breath was coming faster and faster while every nerve ending in my body tingled. Since I usually took care of my orgasms myself I never really thought about my endurance and, while this may be wrong for any number of reasons and I was practically being raped, I didn't want to go off just yet. While the woman's one hand still held my throat she reached down with the other and grabbed my scrotum. Her touch was soft but firm as she gave me a tight squeeze, pushing my testicles down and back while tingling warmth spread through my groin. I was sure that the touch would have ended me right then and there but for some reason it calmed me, caused the build up to plateau and subside. "Not yet young Master, I'm not ready just yet." the woman said. After a few moments she took her hand away and placed it on my hip bone, followed by her other hand mimicking the movement. With a slow movement she slid down my body, dragging her hot nipples over my cock and thighs, to straddle my legs. "I must admit you're better hung than most of the humans I've encountered, though not the biggest I've worked with." she said while staring at my pulsing member. She looked me in the eyes for a moment and licked her dark lips with her long fleshy tongue. It was split at the end like a snake's tongue. The hunger in her eyes made me wonder what she was planning to do next, if I would still be whole after she was done. As if she had read my mind she winked at me, a look of wicked glee in her eyes. With aching slowness she lowered her face to my groin. I could feel her hot breath on my skin, causing the hairs on my body to stand on end. As delicate as a butterfly landing on a flower she placed a kiss on the very tip of my cock. The sensation shuddered through me like thunder, rolling from my toes to my scalp, and back again. She raised her head up and looked at me with a sly grin. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked. Hell no I tried to scream but I couldn't move. My fear was gone, chased away by lust and need. She lowered her head down again placing another kiss at the head of my shaft, this one with her lips partly open so only a fraction of me could pass her lips. With only that little bit of me in her mouth she slid out her tongue to caress the tender opening at the tip of my penis. I could just distinguish the two tips of her tongue flicking me, sometimes together and sometimes in separate directions. She stopped and lowered her face down further so I could feel her breath on my balls. With slow, sure strokes she licked my scrotum and testicles. She licked the seam between them and would alternate sucking my balls, first one then the other. While she did this she moved her hands down to massage the insides of my thighs and rub the tender point between my anus and scrotum with her thumbs. The feeling was incredible. It was almost like her saliva had a narcotic effect, bringing me sensational wave after sensational wave of pleasure that I had never experienced before. Hell, I never could have imagined sensations like this. From time to time I could feel myself building towards release, but every time I came close a warm tingling would radiate into me from her hands and I would calm down again. Returning to my shaft again she didn't waste time with kisses. She took only the head of my cock into her mouth at first, sucking and rubbing it against her cheeks and lips, twirling her deft tongue over and around me. She opened her mouth a little and let her tongue slide out, down my organ nearly to my scrotum. Her ministrations were warm and the slick saliva tantalized my nerve endings, hot blooms of ecstasy riding me fast and hard. In a moment her tongue crept back inside of her mouth and she lowered herself down me. First she went down a little bit then back to the up to the tip. The next time she went a little lower, and a little lower the next time. I don't know how many times she did that, I was in no state to keep count, but it felt like it was too soon when she took all of me into her mouth. At the base she waited for a moment, alternately massaging me with her tongue and sucking with her nose nestled in my pubic hair. Slowly she took me out of her mouth and looked me full in the face. "I want you to cum Master, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want all of you inside of me, I want to feel your hot seed slide down my throat." she said when she had caught her breath. She took me into her mouth again, sliding her black lips up and down the length of me from base to tip. She rolled my balls in her hands while she began to pick up speed. As she increased her speed I began to notice her fangs sliding on the sides of me, promising pain should she lose control but I didn't care. My breath began to come faster and faster, my hips began to thrust into her mouth with equal force to her luscious lips and tongue sliding over me. I was close, so close. She took me out of her mouth again. "Please Master. Please let me taste you, I've been so hungry all these years I need you to feed me!" She took me into her mouth again, moaning and whimpering with every thrust. Over her back and between her wings I could see her tail curled out and over her perfect ass, the tip out of sight. I could hear a wet smacking sound and could imagine the ribbed end of her phallic tail thrusting in and out of her pussy. Through her hair I could see her eyes. They no longer held the look of sin or wickedness, or even the predatory look I saw before, but naked hunger and something else. With her eyes she was asking me, no begging for my cum. The combination of sensations, the almost innocent yearning look in her eyes, and the sound of her tail going into her pussy along with the mental image it created were too much for me to handle. If I could have moved I would have screamed as pulse after pulse rocketed through me, as shot after shot of hot semen squirted out of me, as she screamed her climax around my cock. The orgasm was the most intense I've ever felt in my limited experience. It seemed that I was not having one orgasm but several, one right after the other. I was having every orgasm I'd ever imagined, every one I've ever had, every orgasm I ever would have. It was too much, I was losing myself to this woman, this vampires, this demon. I came so hard my sphincter tightened painfully. I was dying, being sucked away on tides of ecstasy and I didn't care. In the back of my mind worry over my heart condition blossomed, but the rest of my brain didn't care. Shaking and shuddering in the throes of passion I was dying and didn't care. For a fraction of eternity I existed as a rudimentary thought only. I thought I should exist, that I should have a body somewhere, but I couldn't find me. I was floating or maybe falling or even rising up through infinite black gulfs of the Never. I wasn't cold or hot. I didn't feel at all, and that almost worried me but since I didn't have a body why should I worry. Awakening A sound came to me from somewhere behind me. A sound not really heard but more like it was felt; although that wasn't quite right either. I couldn't analyze it, let alone relate it to any form of coherent speech. I didn't turn around to see what was making the noise but the infinite black Never spun around me until I could see the other side. Floating there in the dark gulfs, not far from me but not near either, was a man that looked just like me. He was about 5' 6" with a wiry athletic build. Long black hair fell over his shoulders and back. His face was youthful with small features and the beginning growths of facial hair, what my mom would call peach fuzz. There was only one difference between us, where my eyes are a light hazel green his glowed an angry absinthe green. The other me stared at me for a long time before he spoke. His eyes blazed like the fires of hell but his expression wasn't angry. He had almost no expression at all save for amused curiosity. "I know you. You're me and I'm you, though we are not one. We were supposed to be one, should've been one, but we are not. It is a queer situation that we find ourselves in Salem, but I have no doubt we will be able to sort it out, now that I know what went wrong. Go now and know that we'll be seeing each other again soon." was all the other me said. With a violent shake and the burn of old agonies I was thrown back into my body. The woman was quivering over my cock, still sucking the last drops of my seed hungrily, covetously. When she had gotten all she could out of me she leaned back, still straddling my lower legs and I could see her full body. Succubus: that was the word in my mind. This woman, this thing, was a succubus. A demon who fed on sexual energy like a vampire feeds on blood. I looked at her graceful body, her toned and sleek muscles, her voluptuous curves, her heaving breast, and her extra bits that humans don't have and knew her for what she was. Looking down between her legs I could see that I had been right. Buried deep in her pulsing cleft just below a strip of black pubic hair, I could see her tail. The lips of her pussy and her clitoris were just as black as her other lips and nipples. Clear fluid flowed from her opening and drenched her tail, my legs, and my sheets. In fact she had made quite a sticky mess. She looked down on me with glazed eyes, her mouth open and gulping down breaths of air, her hands rubbing her skin in circles and pinching her nipples. "Oh Master thank you, I've needed that so bad. Two hundred years is far too long." I was out of breath too. I had a momentary shock as I remembered my heart condition and quickly placed my hand on my chest. It was beating very fast, dangerously fast, but it felt like it wasn't going to give me any problems just now. I began to relax a little when I noticed that I had moved my hand. I wasn't paralyzed anymore. I raised my other hand to make sure it would work too. When the succubus noticed it she took my hand and placed it on her chest between her luscious breasts. "My heart is beating fast too Master, it hasn't beat in a long time. Oh thank you Master." I sat up with questions on my lips ready to spill out when she placed a single finger over my lips, quieting me and gently pushing me back down. She lay full on top of me, her breasts pressed against my chest and even though my cock ached it responded. She noticed it and smiled a slow, satiated smile half an inch above me. "You recover quickly, you always did, that's something I've always liked that about you." she said. I opened my mouth to speak but she placed her fingers over my lips again. Our bodies were so close, her legs wrapped around my hips, her black leathery wings covering us like a living blanket, her musk radiating off of her in heady waves. I was defenseless against her and my mind was racing a million miles a second trying to remember if succubi ate people. "I know you have a lot of questions and since I belong to you I should answer them, but I won't. Not right now. I like it this way even though you will probably punish me for it. I don't mind though, your punishments are almost as much fun as fucking you." I was more confused than I had ever been. What the hell was she talking about? What did she mean she belonged to me? Nothing made any fucking sense. Beneath her warm pubis my cock grew and quivered. Hot fluids were dripping down on it and the heat radiating out from her was causing excruciating desire to rise in me. When it pulsed in time with my heartbeat I could feel her sweet lips gently brushing against my shaft. I had little doubt she could feel it too. She smiled and lowered herself onto me, not taking me in, but wrapping her pussy lips around my shaft. With slow motions she cocked her hips foreword, and then back, stroking the length of me with her velvety lips as if they were a hand. I could feel her clitoris rubbing over the head of me, covering my tiny opening like a hood before sliding back down. "I would love to take you into me Master," she said between whimpers and moans, "but you're a virgin, I tasted that on your blood. If you lose your virginity to me it would ruin you and no mortal woman would ever be able to bring you, or even please you. I won't suffer your wrath over that, I like living." She was not making any sense. "In fact Master, it might be better if you didn't remember tonight for a while." She stopped rubbing me and her face leaned in close to the side of my face. "I had a really good time tonight." she said and kissed me on the side of my neck. As soon as her lips touched my skin I could feel myself starting to slip away, tides of bottomless blackness threatened to consume me. I tried to fight them but they were too big, too strong for my mind to handle. The walls of blackness rushed up over me and I couldn't fight them anymore. I was aware of the darkness crashing over and swallowing me like the succubus had swallowed my semen, and then there was nothing. Awakening Justin and I have been married for seven years now and we're very happy together. Our sex is great, even if it does get a bit routine every so often. We enjoy racing and have friends, Todd and Cindy, who also like to go to car races. The race I remember best was the one in Charlotte where we booked a large suite for the four of us for the weekend. We went down on Friday night and would come back home on Sunday evening after all the events were over. We checked in around six and dropped our stuff in the room and went out to eat. After a nice Italian dinner and two bottles of Chianti, we went back up to the room and broke out one of the bottles of wine that we had brought. The room had a hot tub which Justin got ready and we changed into bathing suits and slipped into the bubbling warm water, glasses in hand. It didn't take long for Justin to begin kissing me as I groped him under the water, rubbing and squeezing the hard lump in his suit. Todd and Cindy were busy, too, and Todd's hand was up out of the water fondling his wife's breast. I looked over and he had moved the bra top aside and was massaging her breast in the open which, I think, gave Justin the courage to pull my top off and begin sucking my nipples. Now, we were good friends, but this was farther that any of us had gone before. It was rather arousing to be necking topless in front of another couple but, in the grand scheme of things, far more daring things have happened between friends. I whispered to Justin that I would give anything for a private room right now and he laughed and said, "Hon, I'm so horny, I'd do it right in front of them." The thought went directly to my pussy. Surely, he was kidding, or was he? "You are kidding, right?" "No, I'd fuck you right now on the bed over there right in front of Cindy and Todd. I'm that horny." I looked over at our friends and they were laughing to themselves. "What's so funny?" I asked them. "We overheard you and we feel the same way. Wanna do it?" We looked at each other and both said, "Sure," at the same time. We all got out and dried off, took off our remaining swim gear and walked, hand in hand, naked into the bedroom. I looked over and Todd and Cindy were also doing the missionary position, it seemed, it was a long favorite of ours, though there certainly are others. Soon, I was getting that warm feeling all through my middle which tells me that a nice orgasm is on its way. "Mmm, I'm getting close, hon, just keep doing it nice and slow like this, okay?" "Oh, Eva, you are so good. I just love your pussy." "Mmm, my pussy loves you, oh, does it." Then, from the other bed, "Oh, Todd, baby, oh, oh, fuck me, oh, fuck me hard. Ew, yes, yes, yes. Deep, baby, deep." Sounds like a good time taking place across the room, I thought as Justin pushed into me and held still as I moved my hips from side to side. Like Cindy, I was liking it deep. Yes, this was good and it was very erotic having another couple fucking just a few feet away from us. Then, I heard Cindy, "Oh, oh, Todd, I'm gonna cum, oh, yeah, do it right there, oh, yes, yes, oh, OH, oh, oh, oooh, yeah, Todd, don't stop, hon, just keep fucking me, ew, yes." Soon, the room was quieter, each couple enjoying their after-fuck snuggle. Making love nearby another couple as they did the same certainly had an effect; my orgasm was spectacular, just mind-blowing, and I knew that much of it was the excitement of fucking in front of another couple. You just don't know until you do it. It really sparks up the libido. After a half hour or so, Cindy said from the other bed, "Who's for another dip in the hot tub?" None of us even waited for an answer, we just all went to the tub and got in. "Um, Cindy and I were wondering if you two might want to change hot tub partners?" Todd asked. Justin looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders and the two of us girls got up and traded places. Now this time, we were all naked having just come from a lovemaking session directly into the spa. Both guys put their arms back on the tub surround and it wasn't long until each arm going around the woman's shoulders was draped down with his fingers kneading a breast. I'm sure Cindy did exactly with my husband what I did with her's, slip my hand into his lap and begin to stroke him under the water. And, I feel sure that her legs were as open as mine were enjoying the warm, circulating water and a nice finger reaching over and probing up inside. I leaned over to Todd and whispered, "I think this trading is going to lead right back to the beds. I hope you don't mind getting me." "Oh, Eva, you're kidding. You are a very beautiful woman. The truth is, I can't wait to fuck you." Well, now. Todd's not one to hold back. I am enjoying rubbing his very nice cock which feels, at least under water, to be larger than Justin's. Mmm, something to look forward to. I look over and Justin and Cindy are necking and rubbing and feeling each other rather spiritedly, this may move out of the water and on to the beds pretty quickly. Todd began kissing me and had moved in front of me pressing his cock up between my legs which I had as wide as I could make them. As we kissed further, I could feel his hard cock slipping between my labia, up into me. "Oh, Todd, ooh, you're big," I gasped feeling my pussy stretch wide. "Just go easy, okay, at least at first." He slowly pulled back and forth as I hugged him to me, watching my husband and Todd's wife fucking just a few feet away. I was really turned on being fucked by another man as my husband had his own tryst just a few feet away. Between the four of us, we were setting up waves lapping across the surface as the men each moved back and forth in and out of the women sitting along the sides of the tub. "Oh, Justin, um, right there, hon, yes," we heard Todd's wife, Cindy, say to my husband. I whispered, "Push in real deep, Todd, let me do all the work, you just push hard," and that's exactly what he did. I pushed in short movements and every time his cock touched the upper walls in my vagina, waves of pleasure swept out all across my body. "Mmm, perfect. Todd, you're gonna get me off real soon, baby. This is so good." He's pushing in deep, just the way I like, and, yes, the button goes off. "Eww, UHH, UUH, uhn, uhn, oh, mmm, just keep going, Todd, mmm, that's nice." There seemed to be some good sex going on across the tub from us with moans and the wonderful sounds of orgasms taking place. Then, Tim pushed deep into me as I felt a flood of warmth deep inside me. "Ew, Eva, oh, oh, mmm, yes, oh that's really good, Mmm. uh, uh, oh, yeah." We decided to shower the same way, each wife with the other's husband and then, when that turned out to be so nice, we also decided that our sleeping arrangements would be the same. In the middle of the night, Todd nudged me and whispered, "Guess who's fucking in the next bed?" and I reached for his cock and got up over him and we had our own nice, late night screw. After a long day at the races, at about seven, Todd suggested that we go downstairs and have some dinner. Cindy and I decided to leave our panties in our room and see what our fellows would do about that. It didn't take long, about when the elevator doors closed, before each husband had his hand up the back of the other wife's skirt feeling a nice bare butt. Such a nice start to dinner was just a prelude to another after-dinner hot tub session, all nice and naked, again with each other's spouse, followed by a quick dry-off, then a tumble in bed. As Todd and I were laying in bed, after a nice fuck, Justin and Eva came over to our bed and got in with us. As it ended up, we two women were in the middle and when Justin moved down and began to give Todd's wife, Cindy, oral, Todd did the same with me. Cindy and I were both laying next to each other on the bed with our legs open and knees up while our husbands licked and tongued us, each one doing the other's wife. I had my eyes closed and then I felt a hand touch my breast and begin to fondle me, I looked and saw that it was Cindy. It felt nice so I reached over and began to massage her breasts and before I know it, she was turned toward me and was sucking my nipple. Justin had raised up and was watching this as she then got up, turned and put her head between my legs and began licking me. I pulled her right leg over me, positioning her pussy right over me and pulled her hips down pressing her wetness into my face. We licked, sucked, and tongued each other until we both had orgasms, then turned back around and hugged and french-kissed and humped each other as our husbands sat there curiously watching us. We kissed and fondled each other for quite a while and even finger-fucked each other. I did notice that our husbands were stroking themselves and even got off while watching us. As Cindy and I held one another, she said, "Whew, that was fun. Why don't we do this more often?" and everyone laughed. "I never knew you girls were bisexual," Justin said. "Me, either. Big surprise, girls. Are we out now?" asked Todd. "Well, nobody's more surprised than I am. I've never done anything with another woman before. Kinda fun, though. What about you, Cindy?" I said. "Yeah. I never have either. Not even in college. But, I did like it with you, Eva. I'm a little stunned at it all." "Yeah, um, I liked it, too. No offense, guys, but maybe we could broaden our fun out a bit so we two girls could do each other?" "I guess, sure, why not. Todd and I can watch you two. It is pretty sexy to watch. We'll just jack-off while you do each other." So, we all agreed that from now on, we would not only swap spouses but also pair-up the two wives for our own lovemaking. Cindy and I have gotten very good at bringing the other off and even get together sometimes for our private little trysts on our own. What an awakening. Awakening She woke up breathing heavily, nipples hard, with a throbbing between her legs. She looked around, expecting to see her beau with a grin on his face but he had long since gone off to work. "That was interesting," she said aloud. "I wonder what brought that on?" She got up out of bed to find she had left a large wet spot on the bed. "Looks like I need to change the sheets." She laughed to herself. She kept shaking her head, trying to figure out what had gone on. He beau had long ago decided that sex was just not in the cards for them. If he couldn't, she couldn't either. An occasional kiss, sometimes a hug was all she got from him. In her soul she longed to be fucked silly but settled for a relationship that had everything but that. The longer she went without it, the easier it was to accept that this was the way it was. Dream, fantasy, whatever this was, had awakened a part of her she thought she had buried for good. It made her feel alive again. She pulled off the sheets enjoying the scent of her own essence that filled the room. It engulfed her. Every time she moved the sheets, it got stronger. "Mmmmm. It's been a very long time since this room has smelled like this." She thought about wrapping herself in the sheets but decided to be practical & put them in the hamper. "Guess I better get a shower & get the smell of pussy out of the room." Part of her was very sad that it had to be this way but she knew that if she encouraged her sensual nature, there would be no putting the genie back into the bottle. So she walked into the bathroom & started the shower. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror. At one time her beau described her as "oozing sex". It had been so long since she had felt desired that she no longer felt that way. All she saw were all the signs of her age. Cellulite, wrinkles, an over round ass. She sighed. Her one bright spot was she still had perfect tits. Not quiet as perky as they once were but still in good shape. Large dark pink responsive nipples that stood up at a stiff breeze perched in the middle of a dark aureole. She pinched her left one & a shiver ran through her. She smiled. "Enough! Can't get that started again." She scolded herself. She opened the shower door & walked into the shower. The hot water felt wonderful. Relaxing. As the steam rose she got lost in her own thoughts. Determined that she was not going to give into her clit that continued to call her name. She got out of the shower & dried herself off. As she was deciding to get dressed she happened to spot her nipple rings. It was actually more like a necklace for her tits. The rings had tassels on the outside edge with three chains connecting the two rings. She hadn't worn them in ages and she didn't remember having left them in plain sight. "Hmmmm... I guess wearing these won't hurt too much." she thought as she pushed the ends together to slide the rings around each nipple. She pulled the end of each nipple to slide the ring down farther down. The stood up proudly. She looked into the mirror & admired them. The sight made her smile. Since she had the chains on, she didn't want to bury those beautiful nipples in a bra so she slipped her favorite sheer black tube top on. The one she wore the first night she & her beau had spent together. He used to love it. Now she wore it for herself. She walked out to the bedroom & started making the bed. Housework was a great distraction but she was enjoying the fact that every time she bent over, the shirt rolled down past her tits, stimulating those nipples even more. As she bent over the bed one last time, ass in the air she felt something. Maybe it was the fact that she was a bit more stimulated than she had been in months, but she swore she felt a hard cock pressing against her ass. She stood up & it was gone. "Damn." she thought. That did feel so good. She finished the bed & walked downstairs to start her day. First things first, she needed coffee. As she stood waiting for her coffee to brew, she felt hot breath against the back of her neck followed by a kiss. it actually felt more like an open mouth nibble than a soft kiss. It made her knees weak. "What the??" she turned to see if someone had come in the house. There was no one behind her. "You are losing your mind woman." she thought. She picked up her coffee & sat at the bar reading the paper. Well, trying to read the paper. She couldn't concentrate. She looked down at her nipples & they were hard as rocks. The morning events had her completely distracted. If there would have been a man nearby she probably would have broken her resolve. The more she tried to think of other things, the more her mind & her body ached for something else to happen. "Alright woman, this is not getting anything done." She rinsed out her coffee cup & headed to the laundry room to start on the laundry. Sorting didn't seem to go as it should. She was putting colors in with whites. "Pay attention will ya?" she thought as she bent over & pulled the pink shirt out of the pile of whites. As she stood up, her shirt had fallen past her tits completely. As she was reaching to pull her shirt back up, she felt each of her nipples being pinched. Then watched as they were pulled. That did it. She knew she was losing her mind. But she didn't move. She couldn't. It felt so good. One nipple was let go but it was followed by feeling a warm mouth start sucking on it. "Oh god..." she moaned & closed her eyes. The sucking got stronger. She could feel teeth. Then gently biting. Her clit was throbbing again. If it didn't stop she was about to cum right there. She felt her nipples being pulled hard again. Twisted. She wanted to see but was afraid that if she opened her eyes it would stop. "Oh yesssssss..." she moaned as came. She had to hang onto the washer because her knees gave buckled. She opened her eyes not knowing what she would see. Hoping she had a dream lover in front of her smiling, but no one was there. She pulled up her shirt again & shook her head. "You've got a great imagination." she thought. "Now that didn't really happen. You just need some attention." She turned & walked back into the kitchen. For several hours, she was able to maintain her usual schedule of duties. By the end of the day she was convince it was all in her head. She had wandered upstairs to clean the master bath. "Nothing like dirty work to get your mind off sex." she thought. She did love her bathroom. Two walls of mirrors, sinks on either end. Garden tub & shower. She cleaned the shower, tub & toilet then started cleaning the counter top & mirrors. As she was leaning on the counter top cleaning the mirror, she felt it again. That rock hard cock rubbing against her ass. She dropped her hand, still leaning, enjoying the sensation. "Mmmmm..." she purred. She was watching her reflection in the mirror as her top was pulled down past her tits. She didn't mind. They were loving the attention. She felt arms around her undoing her jeans. Fingers on the sides reaching in & pulling her jeans & underwear down in one continuous motion. As they hit the floor, she stepped out of them & smiled. She felt a hand press on her back, making her lean back onto the counter. She obeyed. She felt hands pulling at her nipples & the sensation of a thick, long hard cock sliding between her ass cheeks. "Oh please fuck me." The hand pushed her down just a bit more, allowing her now soaking wet pussy to be at the perfect angle for her ghostly lover. She felt his cock teasing her pussy. Sliding back & forth. God she wanted that cock inside her. "Do it please. I want that cock." With that she felt what she had needed for so long slam deep inside her tight under-used pussy. Ramming in & out, harder & faster. She ground her hips to meet each thrust. It felt so good. She was watching, listening to the sounds of her juices around a cock. Watching her body react to the motions of an unseen lover fucking her. She knew what she was feeling could not be possible. Yet it was happening. Every inch of her body was on fire. She was completely lost in the moment. She felt her pussy tightening as her excitement grew. Closer & closer to an explosive orgasm. "Harder!!!!!!!!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" she screamed as she collapsed over the counter. She pulled herself up & realized he was no longer inside her. She sighed. She shook her head. "If I have lost my mind, then I hope I never get cured." She gathered herself up & not knowing what would happen next. Over the next several days she was visited quiet often by her ghost lover. He fucked her every way possible in every room. She was smiling again. Somehow, housework didn't seem so dull anymore. Awakening She felt the warm sun on her skin, waking up slowly this morning. Stretching, or trying to, she suddenly realized that she was tied to the bed. Her arms and legs secured. She tried to look, blinking a few times, frightened by the completed darkness. Shifting her head side to side, finally understanding that not only was she trapped, but, blindfolded as well. Her heart raced, her breathing quickened. She feared calling out if only because she didn't know who did this to her. Someone had to have broken in their house. She tried to feign sleep. She knew it did not work when she heard a small chuckle and the side of the bed dip down. She felt a hand caress along her body, it dawned upon her that the hand was touching bared skin. The hand stopping just along the rise of her ass. She felt a heat along her body, as someone leaned over her. It took a moment for it to register, as he began to speak in a very menacing tone. "You have been a very bad, my baby girl. Did you not think I would find out about that boy? Did you think it was ok to be doing those things in my house, just because you were suddenly 18?" His last question punctuated by a harsh slap to my ass. I still could not quite believe it, a questioning tone following my surprised scream, "Daddy? What are you doing? What are you talking about?" I was not going to admit a thing, because there was nothing he could know. We had been very quiet the last week or so. He was sound asleep on those nights when my boyfriend had snuck in my window, and left long before the morning. Another harsh spank warmed my ass, as he answered. "This is my house, I know everything. I knew that video camera would come in handy. I have watched those videos. I watched you kissing him, letting him touch you. I watched you suck his cock. " Another cruel spank to my body pushed my hips into the bed as I tried to avoid the sting. "Did you like the taste of his cum, baby girl? Did you like it when he played with your little pussy?" I did not answer, because I could not tell him the truth, and he would know I was lying otherwise. He continued spanking me, as if I were a child. My ass was on fire, not an inch of pale flesh was spared the heat of his palm. As the spanking winded down, he finally spoke again, his large hand softly stroking the reddened flesh. I was glad for the fact I could not see his face, and hoping that the heat I felt would not show in my face as well. His fingers seemed to accidentally slide between my thighs, all I could hope was that he did not notice how wet I had become. But it was not to happen, I knew as I heard him speak again, harshly, his own breath quickened by the exertion. "Look at you, you are becoming such a little slut, baby girl. Sucking on cocks, letting a boy touch you, getting wet like a common whore after a spanking." His fingers suddenly more insistent at my slickened folds. I felt his thumb slide into my virgin pussy, his hand closing over the top of my mound, as he leaned closer, his body against mine. I blinked behind the blindfold, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing against my hip. "This is mine. You live in my house, you eat my food, you wear clothes that I bought... Everything in this house is mine, including your body. I will not have you running around like a common tramp, spreading your legs for any boy. Do you understand, baby girl?" I could only nod. I did not trust my voice at all, nor did I really understand yet what he was saying. His thumb started moving in my tight hole, the silken walls gripping wetly; I almost thought it was by accident. We had been alone here for the last few years and I had not known him much longer than that. I did know, or at least thought I knew, that he had not been out with anyone since it had become just us. Maybe it was just an excuse to explain away what was happening. Finally finding my voice, I asked softly... "Daddy... Daddy... what are you doing?" He paused for a moment, perhaps... but that was it, before his thick fingers arched back and found my hardened clit. Toying with it as his thumb continued to stroke. "Are you still a virgin, baby girl? Or did you give that to some boy too?" I shook my head... "No Daddy... no one did that... I wouldn't do that" I bit back a the question, total confusion taking hold, as he slid a pillow under my hips. "We'll just see about that, " was all he said before he moved between my thighs. I felt mortified as I felt his hands pulling apart my embarrasingly swollen folds. I felt the heat of his breath as he leaned in, as if examining me. I tried to move forward; his hands tightened punishingly upon my thighs. His tongue drug over the slick folds. This time what I bit back was any sound. I could feel and hear his moans as his licks became more intense. I tensed, not wanting to arch into it, even though it was feeling better than anything. His lips closing around my clit, suckling on it, nipping it. My body tightening, a spiraling bundle of need taking over all thought. I was hovering just on that edge of something wonderful, something that couldn't be denied. I heard the soft begging, not even realizing it was my voice at first; "Please... please Daddy.. please" And then he shoved two thick fingers into me; curling them as they massaged furiously. My whole world seemed to explode. My pussy clenching around his fingers as they continued to torment. Finally slowing, I was allowed to come down from the high only a moment before I felt him moving again, rising up. His slicked fingers going around my splayed thigh, to replace his mouth at my clit as he leaned over me. His hard cock fitting between the cheeks of my reddened ass, his hips just lazily thrusting against it. I did not dare move as he spoke, "Did he make you do that, baby girl? Did you cum hard for that little boy?" I shook my head, because I had not ever orgasmed like that. He chuckled softly, before continuing, "He was just a boy, only a man can make you cum like that. Only I will make you cum like that, baby girl. This is my mouth, my pussy, my breasts, my body. Do you understand? You will not allow anyone to touch it. You will not touch it, unless I allow it. Whatever you feel, is mine to own and control. Do you understand, baby girl?" I just nodded, because I didn't know what else to say. He growled low at my ear, "No... say it, baby girl. Say it now" His free hand coming up to cup my breast, finger and thumb pinching my nipple harshly. ' My voice was tremulous... "I belong to you, Daddy. My body is yours, Daddy." His lips gently kissed my cheek, my jaw; his hands caressing once more. "Now that is my good girl. Good girls get rewarded" That was perhaps my only warning, even though I did not realize that is what it was at the time. His hips arching back, his thickly engorged cock head poising at my slick opening. I cried out sharply as he began to thrust in. His cock seeming far too big to fit into my hole. But, he did not relent, instead he quieted my cries by stifling them in a kiss. His fingers once more at my clit as he took shallow thrusts, the toying relaxing me, even as he came against the proof of my... innocence. I knew that it would hurt, all the stories said so, but I was not quite prepared for the ripping apart sensation. Once he was fully seated in me, he paused once more. Once he thought I was ready once more, his hand moved back up to my breast; massaging and tormenting it. I felt myself responding to his renewed strokes, arching my hips back into him as that wanton pressure began rising up once more. His voice became coaxing, even in his demands. "That's it baby girl... let it go... come around Daddy's cock. Let me feel your tight little pussy clenching hard around me." I could not have stopped the rush of it, even if I knew how. I gave into Daddy's words, into the pleasure he was demanding. Crying out to him, I writhed in the molten euphoria. My slick cunt gripping him like a hot fist, milking his cock, sending him over the edge into bliss on the heels of my own orgasm. We lay there for a few moments before gaining some semblance of control over our heartbeats. Rising up, he removed the restraints and lastly the blindfold, before turning me to face him. "Now you know that good girls always clean up their messes, right? Show Daddy what a good little cocksucker you are, and clean up this mess." His hand catching on the back of my head, forcing me off the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor at his feet. "Yes, Daddy... " was all that I said before closing my lips over his cock. Tasting what must be my own juices that slicked his still hardened cock. His hand stayed on the back of my head as his hips arched up, forcing me to take more of his cock with each thrust. "That's it baby girl, suck on it... lick it all the way around... such a good little girl" His praises continued as he held me there. Finally, letting go of my head, he almost acted as if it was any other morning, that none of this had happened, or at least that it was a normal event. "Now... go shower, baby girl, there is a lot to be done this weekend." I just watched him leave my room, frozen a moment... before I gathered myself and took my shower. Awakening.... It is a quiet Saturday night at home. You are not here tonight and I have filled my evening with housework and laundry and other such tasks. I have accomplished a lot during the day and am starting to feel tired. I decide a nice bubble bath would be good. I run the water and fill it with bubbles. Lower the lights and light a few candles in the room also. I climb into the tub and enjoy the restful feeling it brings about. As I close my eyes and relax, I think about the discussion we recently had on the telephone. You suggested that you ‘give me a bath’. You would sensually touch my entire body as I lie in the bath tub in front of you. I can see this in my minds eye as I think about it and I enjoy the picture. I get out of the tub and decide to go to bed. My pussy is soaked from the thoughts in the tub but I decide to climb into my nice soft bed without doing anything about it. I know that I will probably dream about you as I drift off to sleep. I put on a nice silky burgundy negligee and climb into bed. It doesn’t take long until I am sound asleep. I wake up quickly and look at the clock. I swear I hear something and I sit silently to see what woke me. The clock says 3:10 am. I hear nothing and close my eyes to go back to sleep. I must’ve been dreaming. As I do, however, I hear something again. I sit up and wait for more noise. ‘Is the television on?’ I think. I am sure I didn’t have it on, so that is unlikely. It does sound like it is however and the flicker from the light of it is shining into my bedroom. My heart sinks as I realize that someone else has turned it on. ‘What type of burglar stops to watch television?’ I reason with myself. This starts to wake me up even further as I contemplate what I am going to do next. I very quietly get up and start out of the bedroom to survey the situation. As I step into the hallway, I do see the television on. In fact, there is a very vivid scene on the screen of a woman lying back as a man very expertly licks her pussy. I feel my pussy throb as I see this. At this point, I know it must be you. You put on a movie to see how long it would take to wake me up. I am sure that I will walk into the living room and see you sitting on the couch stroking your cock as you watch the movie. You know how much I love to find you stroking. Your nice hard cock wrapped by your strong hand and bringing yourself pleasure for me to see. It is so very hot. My pussy throbs even more so as I picture it. I start to walk down the hallway, when I hear a moan from the couch. I stop, however, because this is not your moan and I am sure it didn’t come from the television. More moans from the couch, where I can’t see yet. A moment passes where I am confused. What woman is in my house watching porno movies on my television while I sleep in the other room? I am no longer sure it is you and am again frightened and puzzled at the same time. The sound of her moans, do have a reaction on my body. My nipples are hard and I am close enough to smell her nice wet pussy. I am still concerned, who is she? Just as that thought runs through my head, she gets louder. “Yes, Yes…. Oh please don’t stop that” she says. Sounds familiar, I think. I have said that many times while you were licking my pussy. That thought makes me realize something. It is 3:00 something and I probably am being woken up by you. Just not by you alone it seems. This realization makes me think of the times we have discussed such a fantasy. Again, my pussy throbs with anticipation. I quietly walk further down the hall so I can see more. I know that with your attention to detail that you can hear me but the likelihood that your friend notices me is low. She is a little preoccupied and I know that feeling so well. I can see over the arm of the couch now. Her head is on the arm, her hips pushed up and your head is buried between her legs. I watch as she bucks and grabs your head, pushing you into her. Her moans are louder now as she tells you what a wonderful pussy licker you are. I feel my pussy drip right down my leg at this scene. The woman on the television screen begins to cum and I believe that the woman on the couch is following her lead. You pull back and begin to finger fuck her hard and as you do, you look over the arm of the couch and our eyes connect. You smile an evil smile at me and I know that you haven’t told her that I am here. I reach up and rub my nipples as I watch you. The girl finally pulls away from you because she can’t take anymore. She pushes you back and leans forward to start to suck your cock. Almost in unison with the couple on the television screen. You are still turned where you can maintain eye contact with me and she can’t see me still. She is almost naked. She has long, blonde wavy hair. Her body is very attractive and I am enjoying a view of her naked ass as she bobs up and down on your nice stiff cock. You do a good job of staying in tuned to me without letting her know I am there. You reach your hands around and pull down on her head and I just can’t stand it anymore. You watch my hand slide up my leg and under my night gown. You know that I am soaked by this and that I have my fingers tracing across my pussy lips. She is doing such a good job sucking your cock that you begin to cum right across her lips and face. I plunge my fingers into my pussy as I watch this. She leans back and is amazed that you are still hard. I enjoy hearing her comments about it, knowing that it is very normal – for you, anyway. You put her on the floor in front of you as you stay on the couch on her hands and knees. She is facing the television, where the couple on the screen has started to fuck doggie style. She is leaned over the coffee table and you are still able to look at me without alerting her. You never break eye contact with me as you slide your nice hard cock into her pussy. It is very wet and pulls your cock in as you enter. I am leaned against the wall with my legs spread so I can finger fuck my pussy as I watch you. The scene is driving me crazy. A porno movie on the television screen and then a live porno on my couch with you involved. You grab hold of her hips and start to literally fuck her nice little pussy from behind. The sound of your bodies slapping together overtakes the room, allowing my moans of pleasure to be unnoticed. I know you hear me, however. You catch all details. She is begging you to fuck her pussy. Her breasts bouncing as you fuck her hard and fast. You are getting ready to cum, I can tell. I have three fingers buried in my pussy and I am squeezing my very hard nipples as I watch. I throw my head back in enjoyment and you see me do so. I hear you say “Oh yea, get ready for some cum” and I know that you are saying that so I look back. You pull your cock out and cum all over her back and ass. You stroke your cock hard and fast to finish covering her. The two of you start to slow down your breathing a little bit but your cock is still hard. She leans forward and turns to look at you, still amazed. I do my best to stay quiet but am so turned on, I can barely stand it. You put your fingers over her mouth to quiet her and say “Wait, be quiet”. She stops talking and looks around. I move back a little to assure she doesn’t see me. You say “Did you hear that?” to her. She shakes her head no. You say “I heard something in the bedroom. We must’ve woken up my girlfriend.” “Girlfriend? You didn’t tell me she was home.” She says. Of course, you didn’t say I wasn’t either, did you? She gets up and mumbles as she quickly gets her things together and leaves. You make no effort to stop her. The minute she is out the door, you walk to the hallway and take my hand. You pull me out of the darkness into the living room. You kiss me deeply and I can taste her sweet pussy on you. I reach down to stroke your cock and it is nice and slick with her pussy and your cum. It is so hot and hard in my hand that I feel my pussy throb once again. You motion to the television, telling me without words to look at the screen. The porno movie is still playing and now the couple on the screen is having anal sex. I smile at you and without a word, I bend over the couch. You slide your cock into my pussy slowly allowing it to be lubricated. You pull it out and then slide it into my nice tight ass. One long deep stroke all the way into my ass feels great. As you press your body up against mine, you put your mouth near my ear. You stop and whisper to me “next time I bring someone here from a night out; we will both wake you up.” I smile and push up against you. What I want now is exactly what I have. What a wonderful way to be woken up. C K & L Awakening They were kissing. How had they gotten here? she wondered. It was just another night out with her best friend, a movie, but when he drove her home, right before he dropped her off, somehow he had started kissing her. And it was marvelous, and hot-- tiny, nibbly kisses that sipped from her inexperienced, trembling, mouth -- but she was bewildered. Where had this surge of feeling come from? She loved Eric, he was her best friend, but she wasn't interested in dating him. She'd felt for some time that maybe he wanted more, but she'd been careful to pretend that his hints had sailed straight over her head. She didn't want to hurt him. So they were out, and he pulled into a parking place, and they had hugged their typical friendly hug -- but as they moved apart, he had frozen, looking at her thoughtfully. As she looked back with a question in her eyes, he firmed with purpose and slowly moved in to kiss her. And she hadn't stopped him. And now his hands were threaded through her hair, cradling her head as his mouth moved, tenderly kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids, moving back to her mouth, sipping lightly. And incredibly, she was kissing him back, her hands on his chest for balance as he pulled her towards him. He drew a shuddering breath, kissed her temple, and half-breathed into her hair, "Oh, Melly. Why aren't we dating?" He moved his mouth back to hers and renewed his gentle assault. "It would never work, Eric," she gasped between nibbles. "We know each other too well. We'd drive each other crazy." It was a bit of an excuse, but she herself really only half understood why they wouldn't work; they both had bad home situations, they both needed to escape, but they had both started college in different states. They each needed someone to help them heal, not someone who was damaged the same way and who would anchor them back in the town they were trying to get away from. She didn't know how to voice those fears, so she only had her lame excuse. Melly was ready. He could tell. She was as aroused as he was, unfurling like a sweet rosebud in his hands, and no matter what she said, she was returning his kisses. Kissing her at all had been a wild impulse, a gamble, but he'd be a fool not to press his advantage. If he let this moment pass, it might never come again. But he had to be careful. In a car, right in front of her house, was DEFINITELY not the place. He fed her a flurry of kisses, got her well and truly off-balance, and suddenly pulled back. "I guess so. Hey, I really don't want to go home yet. You don't need to be in right now, do you?" She shook her head, still dazed. "Good. I have some beer in the trunk. Let's go out to the lake and talk, and look at the stars." She was watching him, uncertainly. She must know what he wanted -- if he were honest, what he had always wanted. But she still wasn't resisting, not really. Slowly, she nodded. "Okay. That... sounds like a good idea." He smiled at her, and she suddenly blushed and looked straight forward at the road in front of them. He reached across and took her hand, getting her to look at him. "You're my best friend. I would never do anything to hurt that." She smiled back, finally, and visibly relaxed. He grinned, and put the car into gear. Of course, what he had planned for her could only make their friendship deeper. Deeper, warmer... ah, hell. He'd better concentrate on driving and save his plans for the lake. She helped him unload the car, carrying the beer while he grabbed a huge armload of soft fleece blankets. They climbed up on the large gently sloping glacial rock that rose to the edge of the lake, and he spread the blankets one atop the other until they made a comfortable thickness, covering almost all of the upper surface of the rock. He rolled up one final blanket to go under their heads. It was a a familiar routine, one they'd done dozens of times. Usually, they'd just lie on their backs, looking up at the stars through the summer heat haze, and talking through their problems. Tonight, he had different plans. They started out sitting up, drinking a beer. Eric drank his much faster than usual, but in sips, and as he hoped, Melly unconsciously mirrored him. Excellent. She had a much lower tolerance than he did, and the beer should relax her. He took a moment to study her; she was wearing thin jogging shorts and a cream short-sleeved shirt that gathered at the scooped neckline in a bow. He longed to yank the tie free, pull the shirt down and taste her. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. She tilted her head back and drained the rest of the bottle. His mouth dried as he watched her arch her back, the long line of her throat gleaming in the moonlight, working as she swallowed the last of her beer. His cock jumped in his pants. After they set their empties aside, they lay back on the blankets and got comfortable. Eric had his left arm behind her, something he did often enough that she didn't place any extra meaning on it. It held them pretty closely together, and she could feel the warmth of him at her side. They looked up at the cloudless night for a while, silently; Melly truly didn't know what to say to him. She still didn't understand why she had responded that way to his kisses. Finally, still silently, Eric used the arm under her to push at her left shoulder, turning her to face him as he turned as well. Without a word, they surged together into a kiss, starting with the kind of tiny nibbles they had shared in front of her house. He strongly suspected she didn't know any other kind. Yet. He cupped the back of her head with his left hand, and pulled at her left hip with his right hand so their bodies molded together. Then his hand began rubbing her hip in circles, moving lower and farther back on her flimsy cream velour jogging shorts, until his hand was caressing the globe of her ass. He squeezed it and pressed the cradle of her hips more tightly against the now-throbbing erection inside his jeans, and she gasped. He took advantage of the opening to deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue deep inside, stroking, exploring her moist sweetness. She was shocked into stillness, overwhelmed, but what he was doing felt so good that she couldn't stop him. She could feel his erection burning against her belly, his hand on her ass, pushing her against him, now sliding down her thigh to just behind her knee, and pulling her leg up over his hip. To her horror, she realized this opened up her hips and fitted her clothed pussy snugly over the frighteningly large bulge in his jeans. This was moving too fast. It had been a mistake to let him start kissing her again, but she hadn't dated anyone at all through high school. Remarkably, she'd even remained untouched through her first year at college, and she had to admit that, while unexpected, his kisses had been a revelation. She was getting really turned on, and felt a little more daring under the influence of the beer. Making out with him was amazing, but she was afraid he was ready to go all the way, and she really didn't want that. Her panic surged when he started gently grinding against her pussy in a slow, sensuous motion that matched the thrust of his tongue into her mouth. Her arms were trapped, the right at her side, the left between them, so she protested, tried to move away from him by arching her back, which turned out to be a complete mistake; all it did was simultaneously wiggle her hips to match his thrust while grinding her chest against his. Oh, God, her nipples were so sensitive. They felt like they were on fire. She felt like she was about to burst into flames from head to foot. He took her squirming as encouragement, and he broke the deep kiss to start nibbling and licking his way over to her ear. She opened her mouth to protest, to stop him, but found she was moaning instead. She hadn't realized that her ear could be so sensitive, so tied to the tingling in her breasts and pussy. He licked, bit, and breathed on the damp areas until she thought she was going to explode with tension, but then everything came crashing down when he whispered, "You're so beautiful. You've gotten me so hard. I can't wait to make love to you." She froze completely, and then started to cry. He felt the change in her immediately. "Melly, what's wrong? Don't you like this? Am I hurting you?" Dammit. It had been a mistake to say what he wanted. It had just slipped out. She sobbed, unable to speak, unable to move. He pulled back his head to study her face, while continuing to hold her tight and stroke her smooth thigh. "What's wrong, honey? Talk to me." She sniffed, and tried to find the words. "I... I don't want this to happen, Eric. I don't want to do this." He never stopped stroking. "What do you mean by 'this?' Do you mean this?" He leaned in quickly and kissed her sweetly, reverently. "You have to tell me what you mean, Melly." He knew very well what she meant, but he was going to make her say it, because words had power. He wanted her to think about giving herself to him. He moved his hand from her thigh up to cup her face and start gently stroking her hair. He didn't say another word. He noticed that she didn't unwind her leg from his hip as she considered. "I... I love you, Eric..." He didn't wait for her inevitable 'but...', but instead murmured, "Good," and swooped in to invade her mouth again. Once again, she was swept up in the sweetness of the kiss, but she forced herself to pull her treacherous mouth away from his. "But I... I don't want.." She couldn't bring herself to say it. "I don't think I... I'm ready yet." Her eyes kept sliding away from his face. He had both hands in her hair, and he used them to hold her head steady, to make her meet his gaze. He could swear the temperature rose several degrees when she did. Her breath was coming in gasps, heaving her soft breasts against his chest. "Ready for what? You've been doing wonderfully so far." He grinned. "sort of like you were made for this. So what's the problem?" He was determined to make her say it out loud. She gulped, an action that made his cock twitch as he watched her throat work. She felt the movement against her pussy and she gasped audibly. She stared helplessly into his eyes as she tried to find the words. "This is all too fast. I've never thought about... making love with you, Eric." As she said the words, she blushed deeply, the flush spreading from her cheeks, down her neck, disappearing under the neckline of her shirt. He suddenly longed to see how far it went, but it was far too important not to drift too far from eye contact with her at this moment. "Okay," he breathed. "I can accept that. "After what we've just experienced together, are you willing to think about it now?" She blinked, blankly. She hadn't thought that far ahead. She thought that all she had to do was ask and that he would stop, ending her confusion. Eric was her best friend, her confidante, her shoulder to cry on, her rock on the phone through the ups and downs of her freshman college year, her biggest cheerleader, not -- her lover? Until today she had honestly thought she simply wasn't attracted to him that way. "What if this is just hormones? I'm alone, you're alone..." He interrupted her with a quick brush of a kiss, spending more time caressing her face with his than with actually touching her lips. "Mmmm. Have you ever wondered why we're alone, Melly? We've been waiting for the right person, haven't we? And what if the right person was here, at home, all along?" Every few words, he stopped to kiss her again, unable to stop himself from tasting her, leaving them both breathless. "And let me tell you something. We could be the horniest college kids in the world, and if we didn't genuinely want each other, didn't feel a real attraction, you'd be home right now, and we'd both be wondering why the hell we'd tried that disgusting kiss. THAT'S simple hormones. What's happening here is different." His next kiss surged farther, deeper, and they both strained as if they were trying to join in one skin. His rod was threatening to burst his jeans, and she was so wet that he could already feel her hot dampness through both their clothes. He had to make her realize what her body was telling her. "And in our case, it isn't just some passing attraction for a stranger -- we also have respect." Another kiss. "And... love." There was nothing quick or unexpected about what happened next, only a slow, inevitable meeting of soft, welcoming lips, but somehow the kiss was infused with more meaning than the ones before it. She felt shaken to her core. Did Eric love her? Not just lover her as a treasured, trusted friend, but really, well... LOVE her? God help her, did she love him?! "This is still too fast. It's too new. I don't know what I feel, Eric. I'm so confused. And horny!" she ended on a plaintive, tiny wail. He chuckled, and slowly ground his hips in a circle against hers as he smiled into her eyes. "It doesn't have to be hard, Melly." He gave a shout of laughter, joining her as she gasped, then laughed for the first time that evening. "Let me rephrase that. This doesn't have to be difficult. Why don't we just let this happen? I would never hurt you. I know you'd never hurt me. And you wouldn't have to worry about the first time being with somebody who was just trying to use you." She took a breath to speak, but he kept going, laying a finger across lips swollen with kisses, then gently tracing their outline with his thumb as he spoke. "Ah. How do I know it's the first time? After all, this has always been our one taboo subject, hasn't it?" He stopped the movement of his thumb, and quirked an eyebrow at her. "Give me a little bit of credit for perception, hmm? You haven't dated, not even away at school. A one-night stand would be impossible for you. And your reactions tonight show me that this is all new to you." She flushed again. "Please don't think I mean that in any bad way -- I'm honored that you've let me experience a part of you, a beautiful part, that no one else has. "Please let me show you how beautiful the rest can be." Her resolve wavered. "I don't want to stop. But I don't want to go all the way." "Okay." he said thoughtfully. "How about this? We'll just go bit by bit, step by step, and you can stop me anytime you think I'm going too far, and we'll talk about it." She smiled shyly. "That sounds good." His smile could have lit up the night. "Excellent. Ready to try something new?" At her nod, he carefully untwined himself from her and moved back a few inches, propping himself up on his left arm. She remained on her right side, facing him. His face grew serious, and he put his right hand on her shoulder. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, his fingers traced the neckline of her shirt, barely brushing her cleavage. She shuddered and threw her head back. Every part of her body, it seemed, was extra sensitized. His fingers slowed as he reached the ribbon bow at the center. He tugged it loose, and then began to run his fingers underneath the edge of the shirt, loosening it. He stroked the edges off her shoulders, pulling the cream cotton down until it puddled around her elbows. All that remained between him and her breasts was a white bra with satin straps and white lace edging. The sight of her tits almost overflowing the delicate cups was nearly enough to finish him off right there. She was watching him with desire mixed with apprehension. It was time to take charge. He pushed at her left shoulder, rolling her onto her back. Then he raised himself further on his left arm, trailed his right fingertips down from her shoulder, over the lace, and then cupped her satin-clad breast in his hand. His thumb started slowly circling the lace over the nipple, feeling it harden instantly under his ministrations. She gasped, and arched her back, pressing herself against his hand. He took that opportunity to lean down and begin to suckle the point through her bra, pulling strongly. She was so shocked, so aroused that she actually let out a tiny scream. Her hands flew up, hampered by the fabric stretched around her arms, and cradled his head against her, fingers threading through his hair. He lifted his head enough to switch breasts, moving his hand to continue to torment the nipple he had just released, teasing and stroking it through the wet fabric. After working the second one in a similar fashion, making her writhe under him, he raised his head slightly and blew gently on her sensitized skin. She shuddered. "Do you want more?" "Yes," she hissed. "Do you want me to take off your bra?" She shuddered again. "Please," she moaned. He deftly undid the clasp in the shadow between her breasts, then gently slid the straps off her shoulders. He slid his fingers under the edges of the cups, caressing her as he released her from the cups, then he slid the whole thing down her arms until it rested on top of her pushed down blouse. Her torso rose naked, beautiful from the soft tumble of fabric that trapped her arms at her sides. He stared in heated wonder at the tits he had dreamt about for so long, soft, round and perfect, each topped with an erect nipple, swollen and dusky pink from his ministrations, bouncing with each excited breath. He couldn't move for a moment. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "Eric?" she gasped. "Please don't stop right now. Please?" She trembled, and arched her back, offering herself to him, and his stillness broke. He surged forward, fell upon her, and feasted, nuzzling and licking and nipping, then suckling deep and hard as if he was trying to pull the entire breast into his mouth. He switched back and forth, making sure he stroked and cupped and tickled each sweet peak when his mouth was on the other. Her groans grew louder, and she squirmed almost continually underneath him. He was completely on top of her now, on his knees between hers, and it took all his willpower not to just whip out his cock, shove her damp panties and shorts aside and just claim her for once and for all. Time to start moving towards the goal. He gave one last sharp suck to her right nipple, then worked his way to the center of her chest, and began to kiss and lick his way down her taut belly. He paused to swirl his tongue in her navel, and she giggled -- a good sign. He only paused for a second before resuming his determined progress southward. He reached the edge of her shorts, and deliberately sat back on his heels. This needed to be a conscious decision on her part. She looked at him, a question in her slumbrous, passion-dazed eyes. "May I take these off?" he asked, gently stroking his hands over her squirming hips as he spoke. She bit her lip, doubt clouding her gaze. "I promise not to do anything you don't want to do." Passion won. "Okay," she whispered. He slid his fingers under the waistbands of both her shorts and her panties; he wasn't going to ask permission twice, and if he gave her more time to think about it she might view the panties as one final inviolable wall. He slid his hands down and backward, cupping her ass as he pulled off the garments, distracting her with more sweet kisses down her abdomen until he reached... Good Lord. He grinned, and looked a question at her. As naked as she was already to his view, she had the grace to blush. "Swim team," she murmured. "They make us shave." God bless swim team, then. He renewed his tender assault with even greater enthusiasm, if that was possible, tasting his way down across her shaved mound as he pulled her damp clothes away from his ultimate destination. He quickly pulled back, picked up both her legs and pushed them together and up until they were draped over his left shoulder, and stared into her eyes with a wicked grin as he smoothed the pants off her legs, removing her delicate sandals at the same time. Awakening Without breaking eye contact, he gently lifted her left leg up and back, bending her knee as he pressed the leg out and down, spreading her bare pussy to his gaze. He trailed his fingertips along the inside of her leg, stroking ever upward until his right hand cupped her mound, just barely touching her. She shivered, and involuntarily arched her back, pushing against him. For the moment, he left his hand there, unmoving, as he turned his head and began to kiss and lick his way up her right leg, causing her to moan and clutch the blankets with her fingers, hands still tangled at her sides in the soft folds of her blouse. As he moved towards her knee, he began to gently stroke her pussy, gradually parting her outer folds to immediately find his fingers coated with her dew. No matter how many doubts she had, her body betrayed her -- she was dripping wet, gasping and writhing in reaction to his caresses. She was his. He lingered a moment at the sensitive area behind her knee, licking her soft skin and then breathing on it, watching goosebumps form as his fingers continued to stroke harder, deeper into the folds of her pussy. He gently nipped the skin of her thigh as he slowly pushed his finger inside her. She arched her back and moaned low at the back of her throat, her hips unconsciously starting to grind against him, in rhythm with his strokes. He trailed his tongue downward, closer, until his mouth closed over the exposed pink bud of her clit. He suckled deeply, stroking it with his tongue, as a second finger joined the first and he pushed as deep as his fingers would go into her hot, wet, incredibly tight passage. She froze, but he continued, flicking her with his tongue as he set a steady pace with his fingers, and soon she began to tentatively push her hips against his hand and mouth. Encouraged, he picked up the pace, sucking and licking and stroking. He had been holding her leg over his shoulder with his left hand, but now he used it to caress his way up her side to her breast. She was completely lost to sensation now, her breath coming in sexy little gasps, her head tossing so her hair spread across her face and the makeshift pillow. He had to hold out, though; he needed to give her a release before he took her. She was so, so close to that release. The tension in her belly was unbearable, thrumming in time with his strokes. She didn't know what she needed, but she felt like she was going to explode if she didn't get it soon. She felt entirely controlled by him, all sensation coming from his mouth and fingers, at pussy and breast, tweaking her as she spasmed like a puppet. Then, shockingly, he stopped, fingers thrust as deeply into her as they would go, other hand firm on her throbbing nipple, mouth pulling strongly on her clit. And the world exploded. She felt a tiny, high mew come from the back of her throat as her whole body spasmed, her pussy clenching around his hand, grinding her hips against his mouth. Every cell in her body pulsed to the beat, and she went rigid, then collapsed against the blankets, panting softly as her insides convulsed rhythmically. Breathing pretty hard himself, Eric raised himself up on his knees. She looked devastating, naked except for the tangle of cotton, silk and lace around her middle that hid precisely nothing. Her bare skin glowed in the moonlight, and she had never looked more desirable -- eyes closed, head thrown back, her hair sexily tousled, her limbs sprawled in the aftermath of her first orgasm. And now he needed to complete the picture. He abruptly stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped off his jeans. Tossing them aside, he knelt again between her spread legs and slowly leaned over her until his face was inches from hers. "How do you feel, honey?" he asked. She moaned in response, and shuddered and squirmed at the same time. It was time to take the gamble. "Do you want to stop now?" She shook her head. "Noooooo," she mewed. She was astonished at how kittenish and sexy she felt, and how much she wanted him even after her orgasm. It had been a revelation. "Or do you want... this?" He gently took her right hand and wrapped it around his painfully erect cock. She gasped at its heat, and how it could be velvety-soft and completely rigid at the same time. Her hand fluttered around it, causing it to jump involuntarily, and she gasped when she finally looked at it. It was so big. "You want to put that..." She swallowed. "Eric, how could that even possibly fit?" He chuckled, a rich, deep sound. He gently grabbed her fingers and traced the tips over the drops of precum forming at the head, and trailed the fingers of his other hand through the damp slickness between her thighs. "You were made for this, Melly. Our bodies both want this. I don't think we'll have any trouble at all." He pulled back and down, leaning over her once again, on his left hand, his right rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, lubricating it. He placed the head, and then started pushing steadily, staring into her wide eyes. He felt so hard, so immense against her. She should be frightened, but her whole body yearned and ached, an emptiness in her abdomen that she was becoming more certain that only his hard cock could fill. She could feel the heat of him pressing, pushing, and ever so slowly starting to slide within her as she found an anchor for her spinning senses in his eyes. Then he descended, and plunged his tongue into her mouth at the same instant that he sheathed himself entirely within her, breaking through her virginity with barely a pause, shockingly stretching her throbbing pussy as the head pounded against her cervix. They both froze, her in shock, him in order to let her tight, slick passage get used to his length. He lifted his head slightly and grinned wickedly at her. "See? We're a perfect fit." She was beyond words. Her eyes glazed, closed as she whimpered in sensual overload. She shuddered, and convulsed, her body already orgasming again, this time around his thick cock. The feel of her hot silk squeezing him was finally too much for him; his control broke. He pounced, sucking a flushed nipple into his hungry mouth, and he started to move inside her, each stroke eliciting a wild gasp from her kiss-swollen mouth. Before he knew it, he was plunging his full length into her, rearing back before each stroke. His only thought was to go harder, deeper, to somehow fuse them into one with the amazing sensations produced by their lovemaking. He needed more. Without breaking rhythm, he gathered up her sprawled legs and wrapped them around his waist; when she realized what he was doing, she helped, pressing her heels into his back, spreading herself wider so he could go, incredibly, even deeper. Her mind was a haze of physical pleasure. She had had no idea that anything could feel so unbelievably good. Every inch of her tingled, throbbed, cried out for more of him and his knowing, forceful touch. Even as her body flowered, opening for him and welcoming his thrusts, she wanted more. She wanted him holding her, surrounding her, filling her. How had she ever felt complete without this? He was completely out of control now, feasting on her breasts, quenching his burning cock in her honeyed warmth. He pounded into her, her hips rising eagerly to grind against him, her tiny, strangled moans raising the hairs on the back of his neck while hardening his cock even further. The reality of making love to her was so far beyond everything he had ever imagined, so far beyond the fantasies he had indulged in, planning how to win her, that he was overwhelmed. By her openness, by her generosity in giving herself completely to his lovemaking. He dragged his lips from her taut, flushed nipple and kissed his way up her neck, little bites timed to his wild thrusts. She arched her neck and moaned again, tightening her sheath around him, putting him right at the brink; he finally kissed her again, plunging his tongue into her welcoming warmth just as his cock erupted, filling her clasping passage with his cum. His sudden change in rhythm pulled her over the edge as well into a third orgasm, this one so strong as to make the other ones seem insignificant. They both collapsed, shaking and weak, in each other's arms. She lay sprawled, stunned, under his weight, still impaled on his hard, pulsing cock. He had turned her world upside down. She, who up until tonight hadn't even kissed a boy, was now writhing against him in abandonment, accepting every caress and enthusiastically reciprocating. She could barely form a coherent thought for the desire still racing through her. Still, she nuzzled his ear and whispered, "Eric?" "Yes, my love?" "I think I might be ready to consider dating now." Their breathless laughter skipped out over the lake, where the ripples shimmered like diamonds in the moonlight. Awakening Feeling the air, cool around his anus, he knew the tongue that had just been inside him, had disappeared and was going to be replaced. His cock twitched inside the hot anus under him as he waited for the invasion that he knew was coming. He took a deep breath and held it as he felt the head of a hard cock pressing against his skin and suddenly, entering him. The pain he felt was more than he expected yet at the same time, the sensual erotic feeling of knowing that the hard cock was going to fuck him, was almost overwhelming. It had all started a week before when he was out on his daily run. What he came across both shocked and excited him and gave him a whole new perspective on his life. It had never crossed his mind that he would be attracted to men in a sexual manner but that day his mind became aware of his feelings as he came across two men fucking in the woods, just off the path he ran every day. He had seen a movement in the bushes and had decided to investigate, as it was unusual for him to see or hear anyone on his runs. He crept, as quietly as he could, through the scrub brush until he had a perfect view of the two men. One was on his hands and knees while the other was behind him, thrusting his hard cock in and out of his ass, while they grunted and groaned. He heard the man on the bottom, tell the other man to fuck him harder and their skin slapped together loudly as the thrusts became harder and faster. As he watched, his own cock was getting excited and before he realized it, he had an erection like he had never had before. He had never been so hard and unthinkingly, he reached for it and started to rub his hand up and down his length as he watched the two men fuck. His mind started going in all directions and his main thought became what it would feel like to have a hard cock deep inside him, fucking him. He finally left the two men and tried to continue his run but he found his mind kept going back to the sight of the two men and how he wanted to find out what it was like to be fucked by another man. He had just joined a running club and the next day was the first time he actually met some of the club's members. On his first run, he was with two men who volunteered to show him some of the routes that they liked to run. As he followed them, he watched their cheeks as they bounced with each step. By the time they had veered off into some woods, his cock was hard and he was having a difficult time keeping up. Finally, one of the men looked around and noticed the trouble he was having and why. With a sly grin on his face, he stopped and motioned for the other man to stop too. They waited for him to catch up and the three of them stood trying to catch their breath in the middle of the path. Without a word, one of the men reached down and ran his hand across the front of his shorts. His hard cock twitched at the man's touch and soon was being fondled quite openly by both men. The feeling of another man's hand on his cock was quite exciting and yet at the same time, raunchy and sensual. He closed his eyes and in his mind, went back to the two men in the bushes the day before and as he thought about their activities, his cock grew harder and harder much to the delight of the other two men. One of the men suggested they find someplace quieter and led the way through the bushes until he came to a small clearing. The three men looked around a little to make sure they were alone then one of them started to strip very quickly. He stood in front of the other two with a hard cock sticking straight out in front of him and gently rubbed it with his hand as he watched the others strip. Soon all three men stood with their hand wrapped around their hard cocks, watching each other. He couldn't remember exactly took the first step but he soon found himself on his knees in front of one of the men with his hard cock deep inside his mouth. He sucked and licked it from end to end as the man above him groaned. Grabbing his head, the man started to thrust his cock in and out of his mouth, literally fucking his mouth with long thrusts that went deep into his throat. His mind was blank as he continued to have his face fucked until he pulled the cock out of his mouth and reached for the third man's cock. He sucked both of them for quite a while, as least he felt like it was quite a while until he finally stood up. His cock was so hard, he thought he was going to come right there but he soon found a tongue deep in his throat while his cock was enveloped by a hot mouth. He couldn't help but groan into the mouth on his as he fought the other tongue for space, while his cock was being sucked and licked. He marveled at what was happening as very little was said and the movements between the three men were as if they had been rehearsed over and over again. After a few more minutes, his lips separated from the others and he looked down to find the man beneath him had turned around and was offering him his ass hole. Without a thought, he quickly moved behind the man and finding his opening, thrust his hard cock into him, eliciting a loud grunt from the man. He had just started to thrust in and out of the man beneath him when he felt a hot sensation on his own ass hole. His cheeks were spread apart and a tongue ran up and down his crack, stopping only to push against his hole whenever it came in contact with it. As he continued fucking the man beneath him, the tongue entered him and kept up with his pace. Only moments went by, which seemed like an eternity to him, before he felt the coolness of the air surround his anus when the tongue left him. His cock twitched inside the anus beneath him as he took a deep breath, knowing what was about to happen. He held his breath as he felt the head of the hard cock against his skin and suddenly, inside him. The pain he felt was more than he expected but at the same time, it felt sensually erotic. This is what he had waited for as the hard cock slowly entered his canal and slid up the entire length of it. He was glad that the man waited for him to get used to his size for a moment for it gave him a chance to alleviate some of the pain in his mind. He wanted the cock to fuck him, slide in and out of him, filling his canal so he could feel its hardness against his walls so he wiggled his hips a little to signal the man that he wanted to be fucked. As he started thrusting into the man beneath him slowly, the hard cock inside him did the same. It slowly slid almost completely out of him before being thrust back fully up into him again and again. As his speed increased, so did the cock in him until they were pounding each ass hole with long, hard, fast thrusts that made the slapping of their skin drown out any of the groans and grunts that the men were making. He felt the cock inside him twitch and then a hot sensation as the man came inside him, filling his canal with hot, runny come that dribbled down the back of his legs as the man kept thrusting in and out of him even as he came. He made one final thrust into the anus beneath him and came, gushing and spewing, hot come deep into the anus beneath him filling it. He just held himself against the man beneath him as he came and came as he had never done before. It took a few minutes but the three men untangled themselves, slowly after cleaning up somewhat, pulled their clothes back on and left the clearing. He had never felt anything like what had just happened to him and he knew he would feel it again and again in the ensuing days. In fact it started when he came out of the shower in the club's dressing room that very afternoon. Awakening (This story was originally written for someone who means a great deal to me. Her name has been concealed in this version. Enjoy...) I awaken as the sun strikes my eyes through the uncovered window. My eyes flutter open to the light and I am rendered blind as they are immersed in its intensity, handicapped by the remnant pull of sleep. While my sight lazily returns to me, my sense of touch, my shameless addiction to feeling, springs immediately to attention. It instantly processes my surroundings and soon other parts of my body follow suit -- rigidly. My mind finally takes in the situation but my body reacted first. Before I knew it my hand was gripped to a bounty of whore flesh and my cock was at the ready between a luscious pair of legs. Shea, who was awakening along with me, moaned with approval and placed her hand over my claim upon her breast while she quickly began to gyrate her toned abs. She rubbed her flesh along my length just enough to get me properly lined up. My love meanwhile was asleep but Shea, the woman of the night, the slut for migrants and thieves and anyone else (for the right price) paid that situation no mind. The talented seductress soon awakened my love just as she had with me. She tempted my guardian with lips, using them just like she had used boob and cunt with me. Not that my love needed much persuasion. Clearly, the prostitute was as practiced as any at her art, though it was clear that she needed no acting to be remarkably keen for the coupling she had engaged us in. No matter what, given time and access, I had little doubt that Shea could pull any man, or as she was no displaying with my love, woman, into her bed. Or, for that matter, whatever surface made itself available for the act and the pleasures she could bring with it. I could feel the connection between my love and Shea the likes of which I had not encountered before, and my body, now that I did know it, certainly was not going to complain. It was as I thought on this that my love, uttering a moan of over-stimulation, finally pushed back onto the whore and the meeting of feminine lips truly became a kiss. This served as a signal for Shea, who had been teasing and stroking me with the fringes of her vagina all this while, to claim her prize. She pushed, and despite her incredible, unnatural tightness I slipped right inside. Shea wriggled her hips to "lock" me in before the fuck began in earnest. Shea cooed with satisfaction as she enslaved my cock that was enveloped within her and enthralled me along with it. Almost without moving her hips she began to work against me on the bed with an enthusiastic rhythm. She was breathing through the stimulation and yelped with surprise and appreciation as my love decided to cut that off and re-establish the seal of their lips. The new attention from the other woman did not slow Shea down a bit and I squinted hard as I felt the pleasure begin to build -- slowly but surely about to overwhelm me. I didn't want to do that -- didn't want to waste my seed on some whore, no matter how skilled she was. It was then that became no longer an issue. My love pushed against Shea, shoving her down, and I moaned with appreciation but also instinctive protest as our connection was broken. Shea rolled to the right as I slipped out. My love kissed her slut once more as a reward and briefly reached down to rub in her appreciation, prompting Shea to coo with bliss. However, I was clearly her objective. "I will guide you and protect you..." My love said, looking into my eyes. "But we will, most of all... ooooo...." She breathed out as I interrupted her with a swift grab to the hips and, without pausing, drove inside. It was time for me to take the initiative. "We will fuck," I said, finishing her sentence. "Every night. Or day, if you like." Thrust. "Just." Thrust. "Like..." Thrust. "Now..." My love only moaned with a tempo that quickly became a scream as I powered into her from the side. We enwrapped each other in arms as I looked to her fascinating, hypnotic eyes and their dissimilar color. Her eyes quivered with each thrust and my love stared directly into my own eyes without interruption. We simultaneously fell under each others' spell as Shea kissed my cheek and then nibbled my ear, clearly doing her utmost to distract me. In my love's arms, I knew, I would always disappoint such an aim. Seeming resigned to this fact but certainly not displeased, Shea propped her head up on an elbow while her other hand went to work on her cunt. My love and I remained within another world of our own making as she began to twist and gyrate her hips in time with my thrusts. Out of the corner of my eye I witnessed Shea fingering herself at the same tempo but I paid that virtually no mind beyond my love's beautiful eyes. We pressed foreheads together and dove our mutual gaze deep into a pool of ecstasy. Her orbs practically did not blink and neither did mine as the ramming action continued. Her pussy grew tighter, my dick grew larger, and her eyes spread wide. An explosive orgasm for both of us was on the horizon and we knew it. With one final thrust, it hit. My thighs became soaked in feminine juices as I simultaneously fired my seed with a gasp. I saw only my love's smile before I passed out. Awakening It was really hot and humid that May, thunderstorms were an almost daily occurrence. We never cared, Val and I. We liked it better when it was raining. That weekend, like so many others we were hanging out at her house. One of her sisters argued loudly with her father about something or other. "Let's get out of here," Val said turning to me, her pale face wearing an annoyed scowl. She hated listening to the arguments and knew that her sister would come storming out of the small house any second waiting to bite our heads off. We took off down the empty road without another word. We walked everywhere, neither of us was old enough to drive and even if we had been we wouldn't have felt the need. It was our way of blowing off steam, and there were so many more places we could get into by foot. Ordinarily we would have stopped at the small cemetery just down the road and stayed there for a while, but there was something going on inside. We found out a few days later that some stupid kids gotten busted with drugs inside and now it was roped off. We didn't really care, it was only another two miles before we got into the actual city. Had we been motivated we would have walked all the way to my house on the other side. However, neither of us wanted to deal with my mother who was the reason I was at Val's in the first place. Val's dad drove past us in his truck about ten minutes after we left. "You two better not be getting into trouble," he jokingly scolded. Val pretended to scoff, "Don't worry we're gonna have the cops down after us soon." I smiled and nodded at him. "I gotta go get some things from the store, you two want something to eat while I'm out?" Val was practically bouncing up and down, "Can you get us Big Macs?" Her dad smiled, shook his head affectionately and drove off. He already knew exactly what we wanted. Val and I continued wandering around for another hour or so before we headed back to her place. It was then that a thick gray cloud decided to break over of us, we had only a short rumble of thunder as warning before the rain poured down on us. Within minutes the road looked like a small river. We jumped up and screamed in excitement before running down the road back to her house. Our tee-shirts and jeans clung to our bodies as we ran. We were completely soaked as we came in the door. Our food as on the table and Val's other sister's boyfriend was just leaving. "Do you guys want this?" He held out a half full bottle of vodka, which Val took. We grabbed out food and headed out back to the tent her dad had gotten us the week before. We zipped ourselves off from the world and she turned the music from her stereo on. I wasn't too enthusiastic about the extension cord running from her house, but she laughed it off. I mixed the vodka in with our cokes then pulled my shirt off. It wasn't anything I really thought about, Val and I hung out in our bras all the time. My jeans were drenched too and so was her clothing. She followed suit after picking a different CD to listen to. I ate my Big Mac and slowly sipped at my mixed drink. My hair clung to my face and refused to stay away. Val was staring at me. "You ok?" I asked. She squirmed a bit, I realized that she was uncomfortable with something. "Yeah uhh... It's just that you look really pretty like that." She took a bite of her sandwich to hide that she was nervous. I knew she liked girls, she had been upfront with me since I had first come to her house a year before. I had been wondering for some time if she liked me. Sometimes she acted like guys did around me. She would flirt or tell me I looked really hot in something, only she was much nicer about it. I knew she thought that I would never go for her, she was very boyish looking and admitted that she had a few extra pounds. What she didn't know was that I was starting to feel curious at the time. Losing my virginity had proven disappointing to say the least. I wasn't sure I wanted guys again after my encounter. But this idea of a girl intrigued me. "Thanks," I said like it was no big deal. It really wasn't. I drank more of my coke and vodka, I was nervous too but it wasn't in a bad way. "Hey..." She continued, now looking directly at me. "Can I see you with your bra off?" I looked right at her, feeling an electric chill through my body. How odd it was, this feeling -yet I felt no need to deny her. I took my bra off so she could see me. I was more than a little excited when her hands came up and felt my breasts tentatively. This was nothing like that idiot guy I had been stuck with. It was odd, but it didn't feel the slightest bit wrong. My family had always been very outspoken about how wrong it was. I had never cared. And I liked this, her hands were cold and clammy. I had goosebumps all over my body. Eminem's "White America" blasted from the stereo and I kissed a girl for the first time. Her lips were something else entirely. This was something I could understand. The softness, the little quiver of excitement that I knew she felt as well. This was a warm kiss from someone that cared about me. It was a kiss that said, 'I'll stop if you want me to.' I scooted closer to her on the half full air mattress. Her moist skin was warm and inviting to me. I wanted to feel her breasts too. I unhooked her bra and took it off. She took it from me and tossed it on the floor. "Can I see the rest?" she asked. I knew what she liked too, I had what she liked. I had been shaving everything off for the past six months. I let her take my wet panties off. The rain started again, like little pebbles landing on the canvas of the tent. I laid back onto the air mattress so she could have the full view. "You're so beautiful!" she gasped. For the first time ever, I felt like it. "Can I-" she started. I nodded. She put her face between my legs. The first touch of her tongue made me jump, I hadn't been expecting that. She licked me again, more firmly and started exploring the area around my clit and labia. She knew this way better that that stupid guy, I was actually getting something out of this. She stroked her finger down my opening in question, I nodded again. I had never wanted anything more in my life than what she was giving me at that moment. She slipped her thick finger into me, causing me to gave my first orgasm. I was trembling with this new excitement. Now I could feel what people were talking about whenever they mentioned sex. Her finger lovingly caressed my insides and she added another. I came again, not bothering to stifle my moan. She squeezed my left nipple with her free hand, then trailed down my belly and to my thigh. I spread my legs a little wider encouraging her to touch me more. After she finished, we kissed again. It was strange tasting my juices on her lips. I finished my food and drink still wanting to explore things with her more. Awakening This is my third submission and I hope you enjoy it. I like to write short, sweet, to the point type stories, and I would love to hear some feedback from you, the readers. * We both lie sleeping deeply in his bed, until he rolls over and curls around me. I feel his arm slip around me and his hand cup my breast, giving the nipple a small pinch. I curl deeper into his embrace and he wraps his leg over mine. We continue to doze in this position, with any movement on my part bringing a sharp pinch to my nipple and a tightening of the leg trapping mine. I can hear his soft, low snoring behind me, and my sleep-fogged brain paints images of a beast wrapping me in its possessive embrace. I imagine I can even feel a large, silken wing over me, ensnaring me, shielding me. I feel so totally his, as if I belong only to him and to this moment. It is a very powerful illusion, and I feel myself growing aroused, moisture seeping out to dampen my inner thighs. I press myself back against him and feel his cock twitch in its nest between my ass cheeks. His fingers close tightly again on my nipple, but this time they don't release it so quickly and he continues to knead and pinch until my nipple is a hard nub against his palm. I arch my back against him, feeling him grow longer and harder as his hand closes over my other breast. A moan escapes me when he roughly pinches the nipple, and it immediately springs to a hard, tight peak. I can hear his breathing growing rougher and I shift my hips against him yet again. Suddenly, his head dips down and I feel his teeth biting harshly into the sensitive skin of my shoulder. I gasp at the pleasure-pain of it as he growls in my ear, "I think you better put me inside of you, right now!" I reach back between us to wrap my hand around his cock and guide him to my now drenched pussy. I slide the head back and forth along my wet slit until I hear a warning growl, then slip the just the tip inside my hot opening. He grabs tightly to my hips and thrusts himself into me in one stroke, driving a moan from my lips. I love when he fucks me this way, in the spoon position, because with each thrust the head of his cock rubs just the right places to drive me closer and closer to the edge, but not quite over it. I bend forward to allow him deeper inside, and his forceful thrusts soon have me bracing my hands against the wall, and thanking the heavens that his bed is against the wall, to keep me from ending up on the floor. He teases me at times, pulling all the way out and then sliding just the head in and out, making me arch back and try to take him deeper, then driving deep to make me cry out in pleasure. Abruptly, he stops and pulls away. When I look over my shoulder at him, he orders, "get on your hands and knees." I follow the order with a soft "yes, sir" and he smiles. "That's what I like to hear." Positioning himself behind me, he again thrusts his full length into me with one stroke and begins a slow, steady rhythm punctuated by the sporadic sting of his hand on my ass. "I want you to touch yourself," he tells me. "I want you to make my pussy come for me." Another stinging smack, "It's my pussy, isn't it?" "Yes, sir," I reply again, "it's your pussy." He runs his fingernails lightly over the spot he just smacked, raising goose bumps on my skin and making me shudder. I reach between my legs and begin stroking my fingertip over my clit in time with his thrusts, working to please him as I pleasure myself. I can feel the nub of it getting harder and more sensitive as I circle its tip, and I rock my hips to meet his with every thrust. I can feel myself getting close and I gasp out, "I'm going to cum for you, oh please, fuck me harder!" He pounds into me hard and fast as I start bucking under him in the grip of a truly intense orgasm. The contractions in my pussy are so strong that they push him out of me. He grabs my leg and rolls me over, then positions a pillow beneath my hips, all while I'm still shuddering with the last pulses of pleasure from my orgasm. He slides into me more slowly, knowing how sensitive I am now, and takes up a strong , quick rhythm. The pillow in this position allows him to penetrate me deeper than in any other, and I gasp and moan with as with every plunge his cock grows harder and longer. I hold onto his forearms to brace myself, and my nails leave crescents in his skin. With my muscles clamping around him, it isn't long before I feel his hot cum spurting into me, filling me, claiming me. He collapses onto my chest, panting, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him as he catches his breath. After a few moments, he shifts himself to lay beside me. I curl into his side as he pulls the covers over us both. Nestled together, both well satisfied, we drift back into sleep. Awakening Reverend Curtis Hartman felt perturbed. Divine inspiration hadn't been this overwhelming since he and his wife first consummated their marriage. He'd been estranged from her over the past few years, ever since she imposed a vow of celibacy upon him. Sitting alone in the church's bell-tower on a blistery Saturday night, Reverend Hartman could feel the static energy permeating down through the clouds. The pulsation at his temple and his perspiring hands told the Presbyterian minister a large storm was coming. He could feel the pressure as it approached, but the intensity was nothing compared to the distraction his carnal desire wreaked upon him. Kate Swift represented everything his wife and lot in life diminished: a sense of romantic vigor usually only allotted to the adolescent passions of young lovers. The reverend felt as if he'd been cheated by fate out of his proper existence as a man. Or was it God who had wronged him so harshly? The reverend had come to associate all of the godly delights which he had relished in his time at the seminary — the ministerial sermon, the Holy Book, philosophizing the human condition — with the mundane drudgery of clerical life. His life was nothing but a series of weekly Sunday sermons — two of them each Sunday — and with each passing week ever since Kate Swift had become the fixation of his gleaming eyes, his sermons had morphed from their previously dull, dry, Biblical focus to a more primal and impassioned approach to spiritual living. "Seize the day!" he said to his congregation, with the upmost zeal. He hardly ever talked about Jesus any more, and when he did he used him as a metaphor. On the other hand, his the frequency with which he discussed the Virgin Mary had drastically increased. Impure thoughts were no longer an issue, so long as Kate Swift didn't draw the curtains of her bedroom window. The church's bell tower provided the perfect view for the reverend's spiritual inspiration. The jutting, erect tower, tall and slender, was adjacent to the house of the schoolteacher Kate Swift, who lived with her mother Elizabeth Swift. On evenings, when the reverend was meditating over the demise of the personal philosophy he had held to so dearly all of his life — a belief that competence in his job and fulfillment of the marital duty to his wife would beget satisfaction —, he would peer into Kate's window, where she, more often than not, lay reading one tome or another, enriching her mind and establishing herself as one of the truly educated occupants of Winesburg, which is fairly isolated from the centers of global intellectualism. This particular night, a night of the worst writer's block for the reverend, who always penned his sermons fresh from the fountain of his immediate Christian musings, Kate has yet to illuminate her room with her dashing figure. The reverend's pen is leaking ink; he tries to stop the leak with his fingers, to no avail. In a sputtering release of fury the reverend throws the pen against the wall and punches the window closest to him. All of the sudden, Kate Swift's room is illuminated. She walks in and sits upon her bed. She turns and looks out of the window, almost raising her stare to the level of the bell-tower, but stopping short. The integrity of the reverend's clandestine sightseeing operation is preserved. Suddenly, as if guided by divine influence, Kate Swift begins to unclothe herself, starting with her shoes and stockings, moving up to the straps of her green dress, then, with a sudden jerking motion, her white undergarments were revealed to the reverend's observant eyes. Peeling from her fine, milky skin the only garb remaining on her upper torso, Kate peers over her shoulder toward where the reverend is stationed. Finally, Kate flips around and sits upright, facing her dresser, and removes the final article of clothing gracing her radiant bodice. Kate Swift proceeds, after stripping her body of all material objects, to shift onto her knees and bring her hands together, bowing her head. 'My God, she's praying,' the reverend told himself, ecstatic with religious fervor. His left leg began to shake, the foot tapping against the floor with an arhythmic melody. He needed to go outside. The fresh air leaking in from the broken window was not enough to procure his salvation, sustain his lucidity. I must venture outside, he convinces himself. "A break from writing my still yet-to-be-started sermon should be enough to clear my head," the reverend says aloud. He breaks free from the confinement of the church and spilled out onto the street. Thunder shakes the ground as he stumbles towards the Swift residence. Rain begins to pour, illuminated by flashes of lightening. The reverend was soaking wet by the time he reached the Swifts' doorstep. He wrapped on the door twice and Kate answered, after a brief delay, wearing a linen nightgown. "Oh, reverend, come inside. It's raining like mad out there. What leads you here so late?" Kate says. "Thank you, my child. I've come to discuss with you matters of the greatest importance. I've been up all night working on my sermon, and thought you could, perhaps, aid me in its construction," the reverend says. "Yes, of course. I was just getting ready for bed, though I cannot say I'm particularly drowsy yet," she says. "May we retire to a more intimate setting?" the reverend says. "Oh, well, sure," the schoolteacher says, blushing, and with a slight downward glance. She leads him into her bedroom and sits upon the bed. "Father, I have a confession to make," she says. "Come confess, my child, and I will try to heal your soul," he says, wrapping his arm around her, in what he tries to communicate as a paternal gesture. She puts a hand on his damp thigh. "Now, what did you want to talk about?" he says. She stares into his eyes and he stares back. Kate bends forward to kiss her spiritual guide; he reciprocates the moist exchange of endearment. "Are you sure you want to do this — I mean, what about your wife?" she says. "It's God's will," the reverend says definitively. The reservoir of temptation breaks open, freeing with it the weight of the reverend's conscience. The heavens open. In the throes of divine chaos, the reverend feels what he's sought all his life: an upheaval of the static reticence which had forced him into spiritual submission. "My prayers have been answered," Kate moans as she lays prostrate, spread-eagled upon her bed. The cosmos were moved; heaven and hell ceased to exist; the unity of flesh and flesh produced a proximity to God the likes of which the reverend had never encountered. The next morning, a Sunday, the church of Reverend Curtis Hartman is filled with his flock, but no reverend stands at the pulpit. He and Kate lay intertwined, splayed out upon her bed, unstirred by the ringing of the church bells. Awakening I am sleeping in between you and your Mate, and it is not you who wakes me up (though I am spooning with you and facing her). She wakes me up by slipping her fingers between my legs, sliding a finger tentatively inside me, waiting to see if that would rise me from my slumber. When she sees me stirring, she leans over and kisses me, gently at first, while moving her finger slowly in, out. Then another finger slides in while the kisses deepen, her tongue sliding into my mouth, tasting me. Her thumb starts moving in circles over my clit and I can't help it, I start moaning, rubbing my ass against you. I reach over and start rubbing her breast. I break the kiss and move my mouth down to suck on her nipple. I feel your hand grabbing my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. While she has now 3 fingers moving in and out of me, torturing me, you reach down and add a finger, probing my wetness with your Mate. Your left hand reaches around me, closing over my neck, exposing me. Your teeth brush over my tender skin just over my quickening pulse. My hands find purchase in her luscious hair, my fingers grasping, pulling, caressing. Her mouth closes over my right breast, tongue circling my painfully erect bud, suddenly nipping hard enough to force a gasp of pleasure and pain from my mouth. With all of these sensations, I don't quite notice the changes taking place between my legs, when I feel the tip of your cock pressing against my opening. Her fingers are pressed against my clit, applying pressure, left to right, over and back again. You bring my right leg up, spreading me so I can welcome you inside of me. Oh, the feeling of the head of your cock easing into me, sliding in, deeper...deeper. Pulling out just a bit before moving in again, harder, until you are buried inside of me. Her hands, at first slow and sensual on my hot button, start moving a bit faster, pressing harder, her mouth capturing mine, biting my lip, forcing her tongue inside. I can barely breathe with this onslaught. I hear you grunt, so close to my ear. Then, you shift, pulling me with you. So fast, I end up on my hands and knees on the bed. You shove my legs apart, all the while pumping, ruthlessly. You punctuate your thrusts with hard, open-handed slaps to my ass, right, left... She doesn't waste time either, moving up in front of me, on her back, splaying her legs...Oh, her sweet cunt so inviting. I know what she wants, and I am so ready to make sure she gets that, and more. My mouth lands hungrily on her hot pussy, tongue darting inside. Then, my balance is thrown off as you reach down, grabbing my wrists and bringing them behind my back. Thankfully, she grabs my hair and keeps me steady, pushing my face even harder onto her, grinding against my lips. I suck her clit, humming with pleasure, moaning as I feel your balls smack against me. My toes curl as a slowly building orgasm rips through me, my moans become higher pitched but still muffled as I attack her cunt with a fervor, savoring her flavor, trying to keep up with her rhythm as she moves against me, harder... I can feel it. I know she's ready. I know just what to do, gliding my tongue hard against her sweet spot. "That's it, Erin...Yes, yes, right there," she moans. Then, with a wrenching twist of my hair, pulling me even harder against her, she comes loudly, her juices flowing into my eagerly awaiting mouth. Quick change again! You pull yourself out of me, ordering me to face you. No time to waste, you grab my hair. Oh, my scalp, so sore already, but you tangle your fingers into my locks as you unceremoniously slam through my lips and into my throat. I knew this was coming, but I'm surprised by the force, I can't help but gag. Wanting to please you, wanting to give you want you need, I breathe quickly through my nose, regaining composure. Sucking, swirling my tiring tongue around your shaft. I reach my freed arms around your waist, cupping my hands around your ass, holding on as you assault my throat, not letting up as your groans become more and more audible. Then, I feel her hands on my ass. She had taken a bit of time to attach a strap-on. Her index finger, probing my asshole. Smearing lube around my hole, inside. Another finger, stretching me open just a bit wider. I move my ass back against her fingers. She takes them out, and I feel her dildo slide up, sliding into my drenched pussy, achingly slow. Your fierce rhythm in my mouth has slowed to match her pace, your fingers caressing my scalp. You haven't come yet, I want to question, but I know it's not my place. I try to suck harder, but then you pull out. "Put your head down now, Erin. Shove that ass up, open up for her....yes, there you go, my Erin." The dildo pulls out, and covered with my juices, she lines up with my asshole. She lets out a startled noise as you push her forward, forcing her dildo in me as you plunge into her wetness. I moan, oh my God that feels so good. She reaches down, grabbing my tits, hard, squeezing...moving in and out of me faster, moving in concert with you as you slam into her. I can feel your movements in her as she moves in me. The tears start falling with the unrelenting strokes into my ass, quickly becoming tender. Somehow you reach your left hand around to her clit, your right hand to mine, keeping yourself steady. I come again, this time biting the bedspread tight to keep from screaming, but I can't keep it in, and I let it out as spasms move through me again and again. Another scream pierces the air to match mine as your Mate comes, collapsing on top of me. Then, Yes, my Dom, a strangled cry comes out of you as you pump your seed deep inside of her, collapsing onto her at the end. We slowly move around, nestling against one another. You give me a gentle probing kiss, breathing "My Erin" against my lips. I smile, then curl up against your Mate as she gives me a lingering lip-lock. We fall into a contented sleep, sticky and sweaty, and not caring. Awakening From the time we are born our lives develop according to the environment in which we live. I am not eliminating choice in character as he or she develops, I am saying that the path we walk will often present us with a choice and at times it is impossible to know how those choices will affect other choices we make and the places where we might arrive. So it is with my wife Valerie and myself. To all outward appearances we are what you would call normal. We both experienced happy childhoods, decent schools, college degrees and relatively decent jobs. Even our wedding was the typical church affair, bridesmaids and groomsmen, flower girl and ring bearer, a fun reception and a wonderfully romantic and sexy honeymoon on a warm beach in the Caribbean. I am tall, six foot three, weigh around 220 and blessed with average to good looks. My wife, at least in my eyes is the sexiest person in my world. She is five foot one and about 110 to 115 pounds. She is considered slender but with shape. Her breasts, while not overly large are firm and extremely sensitive. She can, if she wishes do without a bra. He ass is heart shaped and the skin is silky yet firm. Her hair is shoulder length and natural auburn in color. She has the deepest green eyes I have ever seen and I find myself lost in them whenever we have sex. I would say I have an average cock, but I've not done a comparative analysis of cocks so I could be smaller or larger than normal. I do know that when I penetrate Val's wet pussy, she reacts positively and regularly seems to achieve orgasms, some more powerful than others. I suspect the relative strength of those orgasms have more to do with the circumstances of our day then the size of my cock or the tightness of her pussy. In the year or so before our marriage, sex was good, or so I believed. Yet from the moment the Preacher said, "I now pronounce you man and wife..." our sex has become amazing. Her sexuality and willingness to "fuck" is so much more erotic, so much more open and so much more explorative. She loves to be taken orally almost as much as she enjoys taking my cock into her mouth. She confessed that her desire to taste my ejaculate might one day be tested by our desire to have children. Val works out of the house as an accountant and she dresses like an accountant in drab business like attire. When I see her leaving for work it is difficult to see the wild sexy women who shares my bed. I work from a home office as a business consultant, though I am frequently out visiting clients. On days when I am working in my home office, I will often prepare dinner or do some chores about the house. When I am out meeting clients, Val assumes some of those duties. Ours is a life of sharing responsibilities and fun. We have our friends and often socialize in and out of our home or another couples home. In short we have, or seem to have a relatively normal life. As I mentioned earlier the path we travel will often offer choices in direction, choices that may not always be clear on how those choices will turn out. For instance the decision to buy a new car is a choice, but we can't see how doing so might later impinge on other things we might want or need to do. One of my clients is a Security Contractor who provides electronic and physical security to his clients. I'd been working for him for a few years offering business advice and while I can't take credit for all the success he's had, my advice was certainly a part of the process. Just recently he praised my part in his success and gave me on of his company's latest pieces of electronics. It was, he said, a set of cameras tied into a computer with special software. He sold it to his clients as a means of recording meetings so that all parties could ultimately have a transcript or a recording of what transpired. He indicated it was particularly useful in protecting his clients from lawsuits, especially those involving employee discipline. He suggested that I use the set up in my own office to protect myself from similar situations. While the typical package consisted of six tiny wireless cameras, he had given me twelve. He told me that while the cameras were small they were powerful and would capture exceedingly clear images. He explained that I could with the software loaded on the lap top, effectively edit or splice the video feeds from all the cameras and make a single recording that could capture the entire meeting and any seemingly discreet actions that might normally have been out of my view. I told him that this unit would make him additional millions as I could easily see the advantages management would have in documenting events and preventing false accusations and or lawsuits. On my way home I saw another option for the unit. I told you how my wife dresses for work, but not how she clothes herself otherwise. No, she is not someone who runs naked, or needlessly exposes herself, but her choice of clothing is suggestive of the wild woman in my bed, not the drab dusty accountant who leaves the house. Val likes to know that others will look at her, admire her and maybe want her, while safe in the knowledge that she wants nothing more than their attention. When I am out with Val, to diner or the theatre, I sense the emotion building in her as she recognizes the lust in the men (and some women) who glance at her and hold that glance a bit too long. The result for me is that when we eventually end up in our bedroom, or a hotel suite, she is hot, lusty, wet and will let nothing slow the onset of a good fuck. In a few instances when the time to get to such a safe refuge is too long she forces me to stop in an isolated area and take her over the hood of the car, in the backseat or whatever may offer us a place to placate her growing lust. I realize that I will need some time to understand how this software works, how best to arrange the cameras and where the best venue would be for what I intended to do. I wanted to make a film of my wife and I having the wildest, hottest fuck possible. Then I would give the film to my wife. I knew instinctively that she at first be stunned by what I'd done, but that the little flame inside her that makes her the sexiest woman in the room would burn even hotter watching herself as she abandons any modesty in the arms of her husband. A few weeks later, I'd mastered the software and understood the range and capacity of the cameras and I was ready to go forward in my film career. I'd carefully selected the site, a hotel in a neighboring town. Using a floor plan for the room I'd mapped out on another visit, I carefully determined the placement of all twelve cameras. I eventually put three in the bathroom covering the shower, and nine in the bedroom. The cameras were placed so that I would capture every conceivable angle and they were made to blend in with the environment so it would be difficult to see them unless you knew they were there. I decided that I would set up the event in a way that I knew Val loved. She'd receive a bouquet of flowers one afternoon with a note and a hotel room key along with instructions to go to that particular hotel room from work. I knew she would immediately know I'd planned a romantic meeting and would spend the time from receiving the note until she arrived at the room wondering just what I had planned. Her thoughts would become unbearable as the day wore on and by the time she reached the hotel room she'd be ready for any and every thing. For my part I spent the afternoon setting up the cameras, placing the laptop and laying out Val's clothing for the evening. I had taken her sexiest dress, one she would only wear in places she was not known. It was black, very short, very snug and its plunging neckline came close to completely exposing her firm tits. Along with this sexy dress was a garter belt, stockings, stiletto heels and her make up. A note on the bed instructed her to shower then to do what she felt best with her hair and makeup, to put on only the clothes left for her and then to go downstairs to the bar no earlier than 7 PM and order herself a drink. Only when she was on her way out of the room was she to call me and tell me she was on the way. I'd just finished setting up when my cell rang. A quick look at the caller ID told me the flowers had arrived and Val was stating to probe for answers. "Hello Val, how goes your day?" "John, you romantic bastard, sending me flowers and a cryptic note knowing I've got to sit here and be a damn accountant for another four hours. You know what you've done Mister and I hope you are ready to pay the price!" I laughed and said. "Val, darling can't a man send his lovely wife flowers?" "You know damn well I love those flowers and whatever you've got planned for later and you know damn well what telling me this now will do to me all day. I love it when you tease me baby." "Thank you! Now no more idle chitchat, do your job, keep your hands out of your pants and do as you're told. Love you!" "Love you too, thanks for the hand in the pants imagery, that should help!" I now had to kill time, it would be a good six hours or more before I would meet Val in the bar for drinks. I think that's why they created the game of golf. I played terribly, my concentration was back in the hotel. I missed easy putts all day but told myself I'd sink a few big ones tonight. Do you how difficult it can be to hit a golf ball with a major hard on between your legs, and the sight of a wet pussy in your mind's eye? Yet it passed the time and soon I was at home showered, shaved and ready for the night. I drove to the hotel with Val's clothes and make up, placed them in the room with the note telling her what to do and then turned on the computer. The cameras were activated by motion and the laptop was plugged into an outlet so power would not be an issue. I could also edit out my presence later, if I wanted to! As I left the room and went to the bar, I thought it might be a nice feature if you could monitor the action from a remote location, from a security point that would be a positive. The more I thought about it the more I realized it probably had that feature but I was too engrossed in my own desire to make this video that I didn't read that far. So I waited in a back corner of the bar nursing a few beers. I saw Val come in the front door and head straight to the elevators, she looked harried and in a rush. Meanwhile in Val's life... I could not wait to get to the room. John's flowers and instructions had been in my head all day. My panties were soon soaking as I tried my best to do my job. I eventually had to visit the ladies room and let my fingers do what John's cock should have been doing but that provided minimal and temporary relief. In fact it made the rest of the day even harder. Now I was in the elevator and soon I knew I'd be in the room and if I had to I'd rape my husband as soon as I walked in. Opening the door and seeing an empty room with nothing but a note and some of my clothing I quickly gathered that John had so much more in mind and my satisfaction was to be drawn out even longer. I studied the dress he'd picked out, the garter belt and stocking and nothing else and almost orgasmed on the spot. I then read the note and when I realized that I would be walking into a crowded bar, skimpily dressed and no bra or panties my aching pussy was now dripping down my thighs. I noted I had a little over an hour and a half before I was allowed to go to the bar and sighed as my hand rubbed the edges of my wet and open pussy. I took a nice long shower, masturbating over and over again thinking of my loving husband and what he's set up for us. I stood for a long time naked in front of the mirror playing with my nipples as I consider how I wanted my hair and makeup. I decided to put my hair up, to expose my neck and to keep the makeup minimal. One last check in the mirror to OK the hair and makeup, I took some lipstick and colored my aureoles a deep red. My nipples were already taut and hard. I sat on the bed and leisurely slid first one then the other leg into the silk stockings John had laid out then fastened the black garter around my waist so I could clip the stocking tops to it. Then back to the bathroom mirror to see the slut I knew I was to be that night. I loved the way the garter belt framed my cunt and how my firm tits stood out with my nipples hard and erect. I was in serious need of a good fuck and for the first time in my life with John, I almost didn't care whose cock filled me. It was almost time now to go so I slipped on the dress and did my best to contain my tits and pull the hem down as far as I could to cover my basically naked ass. I realized that if I pulled the dress too far down, my tits popped out. If I made sure my tits were at least somewhat covered, I risked exposing my wet open pussy when I sat down. Resigned to that fact that this was what John wanted, and what I also loved, I made sure my tits were as covered as they could be and hoped there'd be tablecloths to help hide my puss. The stilettos proved no problem after a few steps, though as I looked at my backside I would have seen the cheeks of my ass occasionally in view as I sauntered. Yes, I sauntered because in this outfit a simple walk would be wrong. Thankfully I was alone in the elevator when I called John to say I was on my way. He said: "I'm in the bar, I'm sure you'll find me." "Bastard" Was my reply, though we both knew I was enjoying this whole affair? I could feel my juices sliding down my thighs and I could smell my own sexual arousal and was sure anyone close to me would too. I stepped into the bar and scanned for John. As I did I could not help but notice the other men staring, some gaping in my direction as I sauntered into the main bar and finally found John. As I slid into the seat John had held out for me I did not notice how he'd positioned me or that the tablecloth barely reached over the ends of the table. I sat facing the room and my pussy was open and available for view. While I was conscious of the fact of my exposure, John and I had some experience with showing off my body so while I was concerned about it, I was also proud of it. If I caught someone gazing beneath our table I would tremble in delight. Yet if someone came over and complained I would never live it down. Such was the balance of my thoughts as I picked up the glass of wine John had ordered for me. "So dear, now that you've got me here what is the plan? Dinner or just drinks?" "I guess that depends on how long you last Val. I imagine you've been wet all day and that while you may have tried to satisfy yourself in the office or in our room, I know all too well that you are still in need. So, I will let you decide." A part of me was ready to run back to the room, while another part knew how much extending this feeling would intensify the end result. So I said. "One more drink, then maybe room service later tonight!" "As you wish Val." So over the next hour I sat with my wife, let her exposed cunt tantalize those who noticed and let the fire rage inside her. By the time we left the bar few eyes were on anything other than the slut and the man who held her hand. Alone in the elevator I continue to hold Val's hand but allowed no other contact. I can see she is literally bouncing on her toes with desire, for intimacy for satisfaction. Once in the room I steer her to the bureau and have her face the mirror that stands above the bureau. I stand behind her, my hands on her shoulders and lean over to whisper in her ear. "Look at yourself! Do you recall all those crime shows on TV where they use a two-way mirror to watch an interrogation?" Val nods and continues to stare ahead. "Can you imagine that this is that kind of mirror and on the other side there are men and women who paid good money to see us fuck?" Continuing to stare straight ahead Val nods. "I want you to imagine that we are being watched, that your every action your every desire will be seen by these anonymous men and women. How does that make you feel Val?" A few moments pass and then I feel her whole body shudder as she whispers. "I want to please them. I want them to see me. The men in the bar who made the effort to see my open cunt turned me on so much. I want to imagine that this mirror is one of those two way ones and that I, I mean we are being watched. I want to imagine that our actions will make them take their cocks and cunts in hand and cum with us. Do I frighten you John?" I slide my hands down to cup her firm tits and as I do I pull the dress away from them, exposing them to the mirror. "I love showing you off Val, because I know you enjoy it too. I won't share you with anyone physically, I want no one else to be in your cunt, I want no other cock in your mouth." Val nods and begins to writhe as my hands caress her tits and pull on her distended nipples. "John you're the only lover I want, the only one whose cock will fill my cunt and my mouth and maybe someday my ass. But the thought of being seen is so enticing. I wish there were such a mirror in this room John." "Then act as if there is Val. I want to fuck a woman tonight who believes others are watching her and that their lust is feeding yours." I allow her dress to fall to the floor and Val stands still facing the mirror now staring at her mostly naked self. Only her garter belt and stocking remain and they cover almost nothing. I can see how wet she is and I lower my left hand to her pussy and run my finger though her slit. Val shudders and allows her legs to open further, yet she never takes her eyes off the mirror. I pull her away from the bureau and put her hands on my clothes, which she takes off slowly. Soon we are both naked, my cock hard and ready. Val avoids touching me there and we both glance to the mirror. I move Val up onto the bed and have her kneel so her profile if to the mirror. I then kneel in front of her and present my hard cock to her mouth. Val looks quickly toward the mirror and smiles then begins to sensuously lick my cock and balls. Taking her time she licks me over and over again, now and again kissing the head of my cock or using her tongue to pierce the slit on my cock head. As she starts to slowly engulf me I ask her. "Val? Do you think those people behind that mirror would want to hear what you're thinking, what your feeling?" Letting my cock slowly drop from her mouth I can see her saliva clinging to it and the wetness of her mouth as she turns to the mirror. "I love cock. My husband wants me to suck his cock and I am the best cock sucker in the world, so watch me enjoy his cock and I will let you see his cum fill my mouth and face." Then Val resumes her actions, though now she is no longer teasing, no longer playing, she is taking my cock hard, shoving her face into me, allowing my cock to travel as far as it can and every now and again she gags. When she does she lifts her head and through her now swollen puffy lips turns to the mirror and says. "John's cock is so long, and my mouth is too small but I want it all." Then she will resume mouth fucking my cock and I am soon at the end of my strength to hold back. She feels it as my cum rattles my balls and erupts out the end of my cock and her mouth fills with the creamy white ejaculate she loves. She allows it to flow out of the side of her mouth and then pulls my cock out and the last few eruptions coat her face, she now turns to the mirror and smiles as my cum drips slowly from her lips, her ear lobe and her nose. Then she opens her mouth and shows the mirror a pool of cum resting on her tongue. In a few seconds she swallows that pool and smiles. Then she cleans my cock and uses my cock to wipe cum from face and into her mouth. When she is done I take her in my arms and kiss her deeply, pushing my own tongue into her mouth to taste my own seed. Awakening I roll on my back and have Val lower her cunt to my face while she faces away from the omnipresent mirror. I now take my time enjoying the taste and movements of her cunt. She is wet and wide open and my tongue easily glides deep inside her. I can hear her beginning to react to the pleasure that is building and then I hear her speaking to the imaginary witnesses behind the mirror. "I love the way John eats me. He loves my wet hot pussy and his tongue is magical. I wish you could see how hard my nipples are, that's because of what John is doing to me, can you see how he laps up my juices, sucks on my clit and even rims my asshole with his tongue. He is only starting and I don't know how long I can continue to speak as my body is building to orgasm and soon John will slide his fat thumb in my ass and I will lose it. So watch and wish." I can feel Val's body reacting as I let my tongue flick back and forth over her now hard and distended clit. As her inner turmoil builds I wait for the right moment and then wrap my lips over her clit and suck hard. I suck her clit like she sucked my cock and she unleashes that low guttural moan I have come to love. I slowly slide my left thumb over her anal opening and her moans get louder and deeper. I know she is doing her best to hold back and so I tease her asshole a bit longer till she cries out. "Oh John, finish me, push that thumb in my ass! I want to cum on your face so bad!" I do as instructed and once my thumb is in her ass her body rocks and trembles and I can barely hold on. The juices flowing from her cunt overflow my mouth and what I am able to drink tastes wonderful. She comes for what seems like forever but in reality is probably only a minute. Then as she subsides into smaller and smaller gyrations She falls forward on the bed and I can see her gaping cunt pulsing and spewing her fluids. We stay like that for a while, we are both a bit exhausted, but we are not done yet. I feel her hand slide back, searching from my cock. I am still somewhat hard and when she finds me she gasps in pleasure. "Oh John I want this cock in me, I want it now. Please baby? Fuck me!" I tell her that I want her to ride my cock. "Val, ride me, take control. I want you to squat over me then lower your pussy to my cock. I want everyone to see your pussy consume my cock." I turn around in the bed so that Val's ass is facing the mirror and she stands over me before lowering her body towards mine. As she squats her pussy opens and I watch as she grabs my still hardening cock and guides it into her. Once she has me embedded in her hot wet cunt, she slowly rises up and holds before slowly coming back down. She continues to do this, always increasing the speed of her descent and shortening the height of her ascent. She begins to groan as she pummels my cock. Soon she is slamming into me. "John you bastard, shit John I love this. Your cock feels so fucking good. I want you to fill my cunt with cum, baby. Fill me up." I am close and I start to slam back into her and then we are both out of control and soon, all too soon I feel myself cum. I feel jet after jet of cum squirting into her and with each ejaculation she screams in pleasure. I reach behind her and pull her ass cheeks apart, exposing her asshole and her cunt lips hugging my throbbing cock. "They love this Val, the people behind the mirror, they love seeing your cunt grabbing my cock and I am showing them your asshole too baby, showing them how it gapes open when you cum." That does it. Val's explodes and slams into me again and again as her climax takes control of her. Her breath is ragged, her legs are trembling from squatting, her pussy is clenching my cock and I can feel my cum and her cunt juice flowing over my balls. I catch Val as she collapses onto me and wrap my arms around her. We stay like that for a long while, sapped of energy. Later when we are again capable of speech Val whispers in my ear. "John, I think I love the idea of being seen this way. I never told you but when I was in high school I guy I dated spread a false rumor that he'd had sex with me. I was initially mad at him but then I realized I felt no shame and in some ways enjoyed the thought that others thought of me as someone who "put out". I guess in some ways I have always had a desire to be exposed. The idea of the mirror was a good one John. I still feel hot just thinking about what if it was true. Do you think they would have liked what they saw John? Am I a good fuck?" "Val you are a good fuck, I love how open and willing you are. When I saw you tonight coming into the bar, I thought how lucky I was to have you. Just knowing where we'd be later, this room, had me so excited. I can imagine if there really was someone watching us tonight that they'd be masturbating and wishing they were here." "You know John, if any women were among the viewers they'd want your cock too. They would have had their fingers in their twats wishing it was your cock." We rested a bit and when Val found my cock and began to stroke it, waking it up, she whispered. "Let's see what anal sex is all about John. I have some lubricant in my purse that I bought a long time ago but have never had the urge to go through with it." She pulled her head back and winked at me then continued. "But now, with our audience, I think I want to try it. Do you think we could baby?" "If you're sure and you promise to make me stop if I hurt you, then I am willing to take your virgin ass for the crowd" Val got up and got the lube out of her purse. She then coated my cock with it and handed me the bottle so I could add some to her ass. She got on all fours and I slowly used my fingers to lubricate her asshole. Realizing my fingers are much smaller than my erect cock, I gradually added another finger at a time till I had three fingers in her ass. Val was stroking her clit as I did this and the familiar sounds of her sexual arousal rose from her throat. "Now baby, do it now John." I knelt behind my wife and gazed at her beautiful ass. Then using my hands I pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her anus. I put the head of my cock on her asshole and slowly pushed. I heard Val grunt and saw her hands grip the sheet. I pushed a little harder and the head of my cock popped through her anal ring and I stopped. "Oh god, John! Hold that for a minute it feels good and it feels odd and there is a little pain. Just wait for me baby, I want to do this." I watched as her left hand tightened it grip on the sheet and her right hand reached down to rub her clit. As her right hand moved faster and faster Val groaned. "Now John, push in and don't stop." As I pushed my greased cock into Val she let out a loud groan and pushed her ass back into my cock. I was soon fully seated in her ass. I stopped. "John your cock feels so fucking big in my ass. Just give me a minute baby, just a minute." I stayed embedded in her ass as her left hand almost ripped the sheet and her right hand was shoving first one finger then two into her pussy. "Just another minute baby, can you do that for me John?" "Whatever you want Val. Just tell me!" The third and fourth finger found their way into her cunt and then her whole hand slid in. "Now John, now. Fuck my ass!" I began to move in and out of her ass and as I withdrew she shoved her hand into her cunt. As I pushed back in her hand pulled out. Soon we established a rhythm. I was fucking her ass and she was fisting her cunt. I would like to say it lasted but the pressure on my cock in her very tight ass had my ready to cum and I could see that her fisting was doing the same to her. When the first pulse of my spitting cock vibrated inside her ass Val screamed and rammed her fist back into her cunt. I pumped and pumped my seed into her as she rammed her right hand into her cunt and together we came. My cock soon shrunk and fell out of her ass and I collapsed beside Val. She pulled her right hand out and offered it to me and I licked and sucked her essence while my white hot cum oozed out of her ass. "That was real good John, real good. I think we'll do that again baby. Maybe not often, I don't want to get too used to it. That first penetration felt so unreal and so good, I just want it to always be special." We then passed out and slept till morning. We took a shower and had some coffee from the in room pot and then Val pointed to the bed. "I guess our peepers are gone John but I'd still like one good fuck before we go home, and maybe a few more once we are in our own bed. I love you baby!" "I love you Val." We took our time and made love instead of fucking. Then we showered again and left for home. We had separate cars so I sent Val on ahead and stayed to check out, but more importantly to gather the equipment. I could not wait to see how we turned out but I knew I needed to do this while Val was at work so I left the equipment locked in my car's trunk. We spent the rest of the weekend either fucking, or talking about the night in the hotel and Val said again how the thought of being seen had so excited her. We even talked about finding a place to fuck where someone might stumble upon us. On Monday when Val left for work, I got the equipment out of the car and reviewed all the action. I was pleasantly surprised by the clarity of the video, even in the shower. I took my time splicing the separate feeds together, the overhead shots, she various side shots and the ones from the supposed two way mirror. By the end of the week I had what I felt was a great video that looked almost like we'd had a film crew in the room. That night when Val came in from work we had dinner and a glass of wine. As we moved to the den I handed her a wrapped package. "It's not my birthday or our anniversary John. What is this?" "Val, open it and see for yourself. It's something I hope you will enjoy." When she opened the package and pulled out the DVD I'd made her face looked puzzled. "A movie? John what is this?" "Why don't we watch it and see!" Val slipped into the player and the first image she saw was her walking into the hotel room. She looked at me and started to say something but I stopped her and said. "Watch the whole thing baby, I made it for you. I'll be in the bedroom when you're done. Then we can talk about it." I left her then and went to our bedroom. I could hear the muffled sounds coming from the video and could imagine the scenes she was watching. I'd cut the video to an hour and it was almost another half hour before Val came into the room, her face was expressionless. She stared at me and I felt like maybe I might have fucked up. "John was there really people watching us? Her face was a blank, I wasn't sure yet if I was going to be thanked or kicked out. "No, I did all this with technology. Miniature wireless cameras tied into a laptop and a special software program that let me edit it." I said no more, did not ask for her thoughts. Finally she smiled and jumped on the bed. She kissed me hard and said. "At first I was scared, then I was excited and finally I was hot and wet and masturbating. I'm still not sure if I would have been bothered if you had hidden camera people filming us, only that I'd want to make sure we had the only copy." "Other than the raw footage on the computer Val, there are no other copies only the one I gave you." Val began to pull off my pants and then grabbed my cock. "So John what do we do with it now?" A good question and one whose answer will remain with us...for now. Awakening Authors Note: This is a continuation of the story Discovery. If you haven't, you may want to go back and read it first or you won't follow the story line as intended. ***** Finally reaching her apartment and closing the door behind her Ruth slumped against it, her breath coming in short gasps. Her mind was reeling from the combination of embarrassment and pure exhilaration that she felt. Holy shit; I can't believe I did that, exploding like a schoolgirl the first time a boy lifts her skirt, and all he did was look at me! She brought his features into focus. He was tall, probably just less than six feet against her five foot two frame. His face was handsome in a rugged sort of way, his years leaving lines of character etched into his tan skin. He wore his light brown hair a little long, just past his ears and it was peppered with little streaks of gray. His body was well proportioned with just a hint of extra weight around his midriff, nothing offensive or objectionable, just not the tight body of someone who spends a lot of time working out. And then there were his eyes. They were a light brown with hints of hazel splashed playfully around them. They held an intensity that conveyed obedience and compliance while at the same time smiled to her and beckoned her to come with him on a journey to ecstasy. The type of eyes that seemed able to look into the soul and see all the hidden things that one locks away from the world, even the repressed desires she was unwilling to admit to her self. Coupled with his confidant demeanor, it was those eyes that had sent her into the abyss. Catching her breath she walked into her bedroom to get out of her bathing suit, feeling the need to shower. Ruth stopped to assess herself in the mirror as she slipped out of her suit. Despite her forty years her body remained tight and lean. Her breasts, a full c cup had little to no sag in them and were topped with small light pink nipples that, when hardened, pointed upwards making a display of themselves against any tight fabric. Her belly, while not flat, had a sensuous curve to it as it tucked into her plump hips. Turning and looking over her shoulder she was pleased that her ass was smooth and generous, the curves pleasant to the eye. Her legs were firm and tight with sensual calves and thighs that looked good in a short skirt and stockings. I guess all these years of yoga and palates have paid off she thought to her self. She deposited her bathing suit into the hamper in the bathroom. Opening the shower, she reached in and turned on the water, feeling the need to cool down she adjusted the temperature to a cool flow with just a hint of warmth. Stepping in she let the water wash over her, needles of sensation struck her breasts and tummy. She turned around and let the water wash over her shoulders, leaning back to wet her hair in the flow. She washed and conditioned her hair and rinsed it out. She reached for the body wash and squeezed a liberal amount into her hand, the warm smells of coconut and vanilla greeting her senses as she started to rub it into her skin. Her hands glided over her breasts and her nipples began to quickly tighten, a twinge invading her belly. She gasped at the sensation, as it was unexpected, at the back of her mind those eyes, his eyes were suddenly upon her. She tried to push the thought from her head to no avail; her hands seemed to have a will of their own as they glided upon her breasts and lightly pinched and pulled at her nipples. She could feel a growing dampness between her legs having nothing to do with the water spilling over her body. A now familiar twitching began growing stronger deep inside of her lower tummy. Her mind was starting to play tricks on her as she imagined him here with her, his hands gliding over her skin and pinching her tight pert nipples. She imagined him sliding his hand slowly from her breast, down her body over her quivering tummy and to her now wet pussy, her own hands following this path with an insistence beyond her control. She moaned loudly as her fingers parted her lips and slid slowly between them, the lather from the soap causing them to glide effortlessly against her clit. Her mind imagined him pinching a nipple as his fingers played out s symphony of passion between her legs, her own hands following the moves of her fantasy lover. She exploded into orgasm for the second time in the past hour and let out a loud moan as her fingers danced between her swollen lips, more intense than the one by the pool side as she imagined the mans fingers playing over her body as a fine musician stroking the strings of a guitar. She collapsed against the wall as the orgasm overtook her hardly able to stand upright from the intensity of her passion. Her mind and her fingers had taken over and she didn't have a shred of control to stop them. Her fingers continued to probe her swollen lips, another hand pinched and pulled at the nipple on her left breast. In her mind he was behind her, pressed against her body, she could almost feel his erection pressing into her back. He whispered into her ear, Let go Ruth, cum for me. Imagining him whispering those words into her ear sent her over the edge yet again. Her juices expelled violently from her tortured pussy splashing onto the shower floor in rivers mixing with the water from the shower and slowly circling down the drain. She wasn't even aware a woman was capable of a forceful ejaculation as her body slid down the wall of the shower and she settled on the floor gasping. Mini explosions of passion continued to ripple through her body, mini orgasms going of like firecrackers deep inside her belly, more juices flowing out and soaking her thighs. Finally she regained control of her fingers and her thoughts, curled on the shower floor with a stream of water raining down from above. She slowly rose to her feet, her arms reaching out, needing the walls of the shower for support to get back to a standing position. Get a hold of your self; all he did was look at you she thought to her self. Ruth reached over to the valve and turned the water all the way to cold. Awakening Dear reader, This is an ongoing attempt at making a story with fantasy and adventure mixed in, while maintaining eroticism throughout. It is based off of some previous short stories I submitted and as such has material (though edited and changed somewhat) from them that inspired this current version. All rights and ideas are my own and all copyrights are mine. All characters are 18 years of age or older at least in human years.. ;) Thank you for any feedback, comments, critiques and votes! Hope you enjoy... ***** Awakening The year was 1982, a time of greater innocence then today and for some a time of budding youth and exploration. The classic hair-band's such as Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, and KISS ruled the air-waves and Rock and Roll was still considered rebellious and teen driven. Cell phones were non-existent and computers were in their infancy and far too expensive for the average consumer to own for no good reason. The sexual scene was not as conservative as the generation before nor was it nearly as prevalent or open as it is today. Add to this the fact of living in a small rural town in America and you have the act of making out for the first time becoming a big deal in one's life. Scott lived in such a place and time, and his adventures (as he liked to view them) all started from here. Growing up in a small town has its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, Scott knew pretty much everyone in town. On the other hand, everyone else also knew everyone in town. This is good when you need to find somebody (in a time pre-cellphones) or borrow a tool that a neighbor might have for work you needed done. However, the amount of people available for exploring one's sexual desires is limited at best. The saying around town was that; "It's a place where you don't lose your girlfriend, you just lose your turn." Said tongue in cheek, it none the less still had a certain amount of truth to it. Thus at the age of 18, Scott's pool of prospects was fairly narrow and not readily available the majority of his youth, resulting in him still being a virgin. There was nothing particularly special about Scott, at least not any more so then most other youthful boys that grow up in the country or on a farm. Chores are a way of life, such as gathering and splitting firewood for the winter, feeding livestock, and maintaining the home and the land while your parents work to pay the bills and raise a family. Consequently, a strong physique is often a result of such living, and Scott was no different. Though he didn't have ripped abs or a body-builders musculature, he was still very toned and athletic. Scott was what some might call "country strong." His reddish-blond curly hair and hazel eyes bespoke of his Norwegian heritage, and though he would never grace the pages of a GQ cover, he would still be considered easy on the eyes. It was summer time in the valley, July to be exact. The last summer that he and his friends would be living with their parents before going to college or making a living somewhere else, whether it be taking over the farm or finding a job with the mills or factories in the county. Scott lived in a town situated in the Rocky's, a jewel nestled amongst the back drop of majestic snow-covered peaks that seemed to reach toward the heavens on blue sky days such as the one he was experiencing today. School was out, and most all his friends were working summer jobs or helping their parents around their land. Having just chopped and stacked another chord of wood for the wood shed in preparation for the coming winter, Scott was taking a breather and enjoying the summer air and sun while he cooled down. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he took a long drink straight from the cold well- fed garden hose. Gulping profusely, Scott then let the stream of ice-cold water hit his face and ducked his head under, soaking his curly locks and upper torso. Shaking his head as water droplets sprayed out in a rainbow pattern, he let the hose hit the ground while he went to turn the spigot off. Having completed his chores early, he wondered what to do with the rest of the weekend. Anthony and Howie (his best friends) were out of town, and the rest of his usual gang were busy working their summer jobs or taking summer vacations. Turning the spigot off, he reached over his shoulders and pulled his soaked shirt over his head. Ringing it out, he wiped the excess water off his face and damp torso. Maybe I should just "borrow" some of my Dad's Penthouse and Playboy's from under his bed and have fun with myself today, he thought. Thinking about jerking off to some new porno magazines was actually starting to get Scott hard, as his cock began to swell and his blue jeans began to tighten. Rubbing his crotch, he began to fantasize about what he would do if he actually had a girlfriend, like Jules from across the river, or Linda, his neighbor across the field. Quickly, his youthful cock hardened and unbuttoning his 501 Levi's was his only option if he didn't want to cause some serious harm to himself. Reaching his hand in and pulling out his stiff member felt nice, and he hadn't even started really stroking himself yet. Grasping his 6" penis firmly, Scott began to move his hand up and down. His fist did not quite close around his thick shaft, and as he began to stroke it his cock swelled even bigger and harder. Seminal juice was already dripping from the end of his hard pole in anticipation, and he used this to rub around his circumcised mushroomed head and lube up his shaft. Thinking of Jules this time (she or Linda was his favorite fantasies), Scott played out a new sexual fantasy going through his head; Jules was sitting on the raft across from him as he leisurely rowed down the river on a hot summer day. She looked spectacular with her teal bikini stretched taut around her womanly curves. Through his sunglasses, Scott again assessed the statuesque like figure in front of him. Jules had raven black hair that flowed nearly down to her waist. She must have been growing that from birth to get it that long, he thought. Her waist flared out with bubble shaped hips that held the strings up on her bikini and made Scotts mouth water with the desire to set his lips and teeth to the area and nibble his way to her cheeks and cleft below. Gazing up, he took in her C-sized chest. As the wind blew up river, her nipples perked up and stretched the fabric, riding high enough to appear to be pointing directly at his eyes. There was nothing petite about Jules, as she was cast from the ancient legends of Amazon women. Nearly 6 feet tall, her figure still maintained the classic hour-glass look of a full figured Goddess. Her face sported the cutest dimpled chin, combined with the high cheek-bones of Native Americans. Her brown eyes were always direct and filled with mischievous laughter; as if she understood a joke you did not. In short, there was not a part of her that Scott did not want to explore with every part of his own body, be it mind, mouth, hands, or penis. Scott's hand began to quicken its pace as he stroked his cock more urgently. Gathering himself, he backed up to the picnic table in the front yard and leaned back to free himself more for his growing need. With his pants nearly down to his knees, he resumed his fantasy; Jules reached into the cooler and brought out a couple of beers. Handing one over, she cracked her own and took a long pull off the bottle. Her lips looked wet and plump wrapped around the end, and he couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like around his manhood. Setting her beer down, she pulled her own sunglasses down her nose and peered over them at Scott with nymph- like eyes; "So, are you staring at my breasts or at my legs?" Nearly choking on his beer, he sputtered; "Well...sorry, but a little of both." She laughed. "Fair is fair"; she said, "I guess I was just wondering because I see you must be thinking of something." Unabashedly she then stared straight at Scott's crotch. Looking down he noticed his hard-on poking a tent in his shorts. Turning a little red, he said; "Sorry again", chuckling slightly, "I am not sure what to do about it." In truth, he knew exactly what he wanted to do about it. "So, is that going to get in the way of rowing us through the rapids?" The twinkle in her eye only gleamed brighter. Feeling brave and jumping on the opportunity, Scott replied; "Not if I do something about it first." "Oh, and what would you do?" "Wouldn't you like to know!" "Yes, I would ...please?...would you show me?" Holy shit! He thought, is she serious? His cock having only been half hard was now fully raging and stiff as a red hot rod. Figuring he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, he set the oars aside and reached for his shorts to pull them down. Taking his time and keeping his eyes on Jules he at first pretended to start to slide his shorts toward his knees. Watching her intently, he lightly and jokingly said; "Well, if you insist." She stared straight at his crotch, never letting her eyes leave the spot. The twinkle in her eyes seemed to have turned to something else, something more carnal, needier. "Yes, I insist, and if I get the say, then you will keep going," she whispered lustily. He let out a little groan, and had to concentrate not to shoot off right then... Leaning even farther back on the picnic table, Scott began to stroke his slick penis in earnest. Concentrating on just the head of his shaft, he moved his fist rapidly up and down in short, firm strokes. His climax began to build in the pit of his stomach and expanded to his groin and throughout his body. Visibly shaking, he was quickly coming to the point of no return, and he knew he probably wouldn't even make it through the whole fantasy before squirting all over himself, he was that horny. Suddenly, he heard the phone ringing. Damn it, he thought, not now! Unfortunately no one else was at home, which is the reason he felt comfortable enough to masturbate out in the yard in plain view. But it also meant that no one else was there to answer the phone call which could be important, as it could be his parents or some other member of the family needing something. His parents had not bothered with an answering machine and the house was his responsibility while they were away. Summoning all the strength of will that he could, Scott let loose of his turgid cock and quickly headed toward the house. Grabbing his pants, he stumbled and hopped his way along till he could set his clothes straight and pull his pants up enough to actually start running. Sliding to a halt at the rotary phone on the wall, he snatched it off the wall and blurted a sharp "Hello." "Hey Scott, this is Linda. You sound a little out of breath. You okay?" Taking a nearby chair, he sat so that his pants wouldn't fall off and cradled the phone on his shoulder against his ear as he began to readjust himself. "Hiya Lin, sorry I was outside doing chores and had to make the run to catch the phone." "Oh, I see," she giggled. Linda was a near negative image of Jules. Where Jules was tall, Linda was short, maybe 5 foot 3 inches. Where Jules had long dark hair, Linda had short wavy blonde hair only to her shoulders. Where Jules was made from the Amazon women of old, Linda was more Elvin and feminine in appearance. The one thing they shared was a type of tom-boy attitude. Both had grown up with a large family of brothers, and in their shared youth with Scott and his friends, hunting, fishing, and wrestling around in the yard with the other boys was no strangeness to them. They not only enjoyed such activities back then, they were quite adept at holding their own. It was only in the last few years as the whole gang matured that the wrestling began to be frowned upon by the parents, and looked upon as something more than child's play. "What's up?" he asked as he tried to tuck his cock back in his pants in some kind of comfortable position. Giggling again, Linda said; "Well, I was having some trouble with the washer, and I was wondering if you could take a look at it. My Dad is still out of town getting supplies, and my Mom won't be back till after her grave yard shift." "Sure, I would be happy too." Scott knew her brothers were out of town or working, and what the hell, maybe he could catch Linda in one of her lazy weekend outfits she tended to wear around the house. She always hated to wear a bra, which had made her a popular wrestling opponent growing up and usually was a nice eye full now a days. Her breasts were magnificent and probably a little bigger then Jules, even with her smaller stature. "Let me just finish a few things, and I will be right over." Giggling even more, she said; "Okay, but don't be too long if you can help it." "Sure thing, see you soon." As he hung up the phone he wondered about something. Normally, Linda was not the overtly giggly type. Something seemed a little strange but he couldn't quite place it. No matter, he thought as he tugged and pulled to set himself right and get his pants done up. Maybe he could use the possible future view at Linda's for his next masturbation fantasy which would have to happen as soon as he got back if his throbbing member had anything to say about it, which at his age, it always did. Grabbing a dry shirt, Scott thought about taking the three-wheeler to go to Linda's house. Hers was the home across the field, probably less than a quarter mile away. Instead, he opted to walk the distance in order to give his raging hormones and their consequence poking at his jeans a chance to calm down. He thought about finishing himself off and almost gave in to the idea, but he knew he had all night when he got home and the anticipation of what was to come was part of the fun, even if the fun was only the self-pleasuring kind, which to this point was the only kind he knew. Arriving at Linda's house, he rapped on the door and gave out a hardy, "I'm HERE!" before opening the door and walking in, as was the normal routine. Entering the small house, he once again marveled at how her family raised seven children in the place. There were only two bedrooms, one bath, and an open area that consisted of the living area and the kitchen. All the children, 4 boys and 3 girls, had bunked in the same room for most of their lives, till Linda's father finally built a little cottage next door to put the boys in as they grew older and "nature" required that they be separated from the maturing girls. "Come in." Linda's voice came from toward the back of the house and the laundry room area. Making his way to the back, he grabbed a soda from the fridge on the way. Throwing his head back, he gulped down a drink as he was still parched from his earlier work out. Rounding the corner, he nearly ran over her and spilled his coke on her back as she was arm deep in the washer trying to lift out soaking wet clothes. Stopping just in time, Scott took time to admire the view. As luck would have it, not only was she dressed casually as he had hoped, but she was also sporting a wicked pair of daisy-dukes that left nothing to the imagination. Seemingly ignoring him, Linda continued to wiggle and work at removing the wet clothes. Her height was such that she was on tippy toes to get the reach, with her heart shaped ass bent over in the most provocative pose. Scott cleared his throat and backed off a little to try and keep his hard-on from coming back with a vengeance. "Hey there short stuff, want some help?" Pulling the last of the clothes out of the washer tub and clutching them to her chest, she turned around and plopped the wet package into an empty hamper. Shaking her arms and brushing the front of her wet shirt, she said; "Hey, thanks for coming so quick, I sure appreciate it." Stifling a giggle she punched him in the shoulder. "What you looking at?" Having just seen her firm buttocks staring him in the face, he did not think it could get any better until she turned around and presented her wet t-shirt to him. Trying not to ogle, he was mesmerized by her breasts as they strained against the damp gray shirt that she was wearing. Linda had tied a knot in the front, accentuating those beautiful globes and making it obvious that her nipples were poking out at attention. Taking another gulp of soda to try and cover, he mumbled; "Just looking at the mess in front of me." "Very funny! Now help me with this will you. We need to move the washer away from the wall and check the outlet I think." "Okay, Okay." Setting his soda down on the nearby work bench, Scott noticed that she had her Dad's rifle out. Often times, they would sit on the back porch and shoot gopher to help control the population. Gopher holes were notorious for injuring the livestock's legs and as such were considered a vermin too many of the ranchers in the area. With a good scope, you could shoot gophers from hundreds of yards away and never have to leave the porch. Grabbing the washer, he easily lifted it out from the wall even with some water still in it. "I knew I called you for a reason," she said while smiling. "Yea, you only love me for my muscles," he cracked. "Not true, but I am beginning to love you more for it." She giggled. Okay, I am missing something here, he thought. What is it? Why is she so giggly all of the sudden? Looking a little closer, he could tell she was a little flushed in the cheeks, but then again she was just working on unloading the washer. Looking back at the work bench he noticed a bottle of wine sitting on the counter. A closer look showed it half empty. "Have you been drinking?" "Maybe just a little. You want some?" she laughed. "Umm...sure. Aren't you worried about what your parents are going to say?" "Don't be silly, I am 19 years old now, and you're almost the same age. My father said that if I stay responsible, he does not care if I have a few drinks as long as I keep it moderated." "Okay, but don't tell my folks, they aren't quite to that stage yet." Grabbing the bottle, Linda took a strong swig off it and handed it straight to Scott. Normally, wine was too sweet for him, but at the moment he didn't care and he figured it would help him take the tension from his needy loins. Taking a long pull, he emptied just about half the remaining bottle. Laughing, she playfully slugged him in the stomach and snatched the bottle back. "Easy there, you pig! You still have work to do." Nearly snorting the liquid out, he gathered himself together and went to work. After looking at the wiring, he soon determined that it was an easy fix and only required splicing the wires back together. Everything he needed was on the nearby workbench and in a matter of minutes he had the washer back up and running. "There you go, need anything else?" He sincerely hoped she did, because Linda seemed not to care about the wet t-shirt and her protruding nipples that she continued to display and bounce in front of him. Wow, this is awesome he thought. Even now, his mind was brewing up a new fantasy for future masturbation sessions. "Well, I only need to get this last load finished, and then I am done with chores for the day. Want to hang out for a while till the clothes finish? We can shoot gophers off the deck if you want and finish this wine." "Sounds like a great idea!" Grabbing the wine and the rifle, they headed out the back door onto the deck. Looking out from the deck one could see the rest of Linda's family land that stretched to the foot of Desert Mountain. On one end of the deck, Scott could see his house in the distance. Giving a start, he realized that he could just make out the picnic table from here. Granted, not a whole lot of detail could be seen from this distance, but it was still a little worrisome. No way could she have seen anything, he thought. Just relax and enjoy the view she is giving you right now, he reminded himself. Awakening They made their way to the bench and sat down across the bar that was set there for this very purpose, to steady your aim and pluck off gophers. Linda went first, scanning the fields toward the mountains. The land was quartered up by fence rails, and the livestock was rotated throughout the year. Knowing where the livestock was penned currently was the key in being able to take a safe shot. Soon, a sharp bang issued, and she cheered, "That's one! Your turn." "Where do you have the cattle right now?" "They are off in the south-east pasture, so anything north of the center fence line is good." "Cool," he said as he began to scan the field. The scope was a high-powered "sniper" style scope, ideal for gophers and smaller rodents. Adjusting the focus, he began to scan farther and farther out. "You know, if you look farther north that is where I saw some real big gophers", she giggled. He moved farther north as directed, but still saw nothing but field, trees, and shrubs. "Here, let me help you." Feeling movement beside him, Scott became keenly aware of Linda laying her breasts on his shoulder as she leaned over him and helped him to move the rifle farther and farther north. Trying not to think about those luscious tits and protruding nipples separated only by a thin piece of wet fabric and his own shirt, he lost focus completely on what he was seeing through the scope. Not realizing that she had stopped moving the rifle, he was still fixated on the feeling of Linda's soft orbs rubbing his shoulder, until she said, "You see it now?" Coming out of his mesmerized state, he refocused on what he was seeing through the scope. "Oh shit!" He was looking right at his yard, and in the middle of the scope was the picnic table, clear as day. He dropped the rifle and turned to her. "Oh man, don't tell me you saw me?!" "Saw you what?" she giggled some more and dropped her hand on to his thigh. Abruptly, he realized that she had not moved away an inch, in fact she had moved even closer, pressing herself tightly to him and letting her nipples drag on his arm. Looking at her, he now realized this was the moment he had always wanted but did not know how to achieve in this small town with too few women. Turning on the stool, he faced her and pulled her between his legs as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Still a virgin and inexperienced, he was nervous and had no idea of how to proceed, but her being such a close friend made it seem okay to just be honest. "Tell me what you saw," he urged. This time it was Linda's turn to stumble. She too was new at this, or at least as inexperienced. She had brothers and sisters and they had all shared the same room. She knew about boys and sex and about penises and masturbation performed by both sexes. But she had never experienced it firsthand (other than her own sessions playing with herself) or actually witnessed the act completely. She had stumbled on her brothers more than once stroking there penises, but had always quickly retreated. When she had seen Scott laid out on the picnic table stroking his hard shaft, something inside of her awoke, and she could actually feel her blood pounding in her ears. Part of it was the naughtiness of the voyeuristic act. But there was something more. It felt like she could feel Scott's member throbbing inside her like a heartbeat, and she began to be filled with an unquenchable desire to not only see more, but to be a part of it. That is why she called him and had him come over, though oddly enough the washer had actually needed fixed. But she was as handy as any man when it came to such things and could have done it herself. She had quickly changed into something she knew Scott would like and set about seducing him. Now that the moment had arrived, she was not quite sure how to proceed. But like him, honesty seemed best and their friendship was something she always wanted to keep, regardless of how this all went. "It wasn't intentional, but I thought I saw you out working in the yard and decided to put the scope on you. At first it looked like you were just resting, but as I zoomed in I saw something more." "How long did you watch?" "Well, until I called you, of course." Giggling she blushed from embarrassment and laid her head against his chest. Scott's breathing had become a little more rapid and shorter. His head was spinning and his emotions were mixed and confused. He was embarrassed and excited at the same time. He was horny but concerned that she might make fun of him. The only thing sure about his condition was his cock, which had become swollen with desire. "I guess I should say I am sorry for that display, but I am not sure that I really am now." "I should be the one saying sorry for spying on you, but I couldn't help myself. I ... I was ... excited by what I saw. I am excited by what I am seeing now." He noticed her voice had changed. It seemed deeper, throatier, and almost raspy. Her breathing was coming in shallow gulps, nearly in rhythm with his own excited and shortened breaths. Scott realized that with her head on his chest, she was staring right at his crotch. Oh Lord, he thought, she is looking at my hard-on. The thought made him even harder, and his cock jumped a little in his blue jeans as he clenched his abdomen muscles in response to his nervousness. Linda gasped. "Can you do that again?" Confused, he responded, "You want me to...umm... masturbate again?" Again she gasped. Though she had been thinking about the way his penis had jumped in his pants, she was even more excited about seeing that throbbing member again for real, watching him stroke it, and wanting to touch it herself. "Listen Scott, we are friends and neighbors, and we have known each other for ever. I have been attracted to you my whole life, but until recently it just seemed like we were more like brother and sister and unavailable to each other. I am a virgin, and this is all new to me, but I want to find out more. I want to know what real sex is like. I want to see a...penis," she went on haltingly, "I want to see YOUR penis. I want you to play with it, and I want to play with it. So there you have it, what do you think?" Abruptly she stopped before she prattled on inanely. He was a little bit stunned. Never in his wildest fantasies did this kind of scenario play out. Or maybe reality was so much more stimulating that his fantasies seemed silly and childlike at this moment in time. He nearly was at a loss for words, but luckily, something came to him. "Sure!" he blurted. She looked up at him and gave him the most beautiful smile. Leaning in, she tentatively gave him a kiss on his lips. At first, he was a little unsure of himself as he had limited experience kissing a girl in a sexual way. However, instinct seemed to quickly take over and as she began to open her mouth and use her tongue, he responded in a more aggressive manner. Grabbing her by the head he pulled her in even tighter and kissed her in earnest. The moment seemed to last forever and he didn't want it to stop, but slowly she broke the embrace by pushing him gently away with her hands on his chest. Panting heavily they were both breathing hard now, and lust had taken control and demanded some kind of action. Taking a deep breath, she whispered imploringly, "I want to see your...thing...your penis. Please? Show me what I saw earlier. Let me see it. Let me touch it. Please?" He growled from deep in his throat. God, this was hot. Part of him wanted to grab her and ravish her. To strip her clothes off and take her any way he could. The desire was so strong it felt like he was burning from the inside out. Part of him knew that she wanted the same thing. That she wanted to be taken, to be used for his pleasure and her own. He almost laughed from the thought of masturbating before and thinking how intense it was at those times. If this moment was any indication of how he was going to feel having real sex, he was not sure he could survive the climax. Taking a deep controlling breath, Scott responded not by touching himself, but by closing the gap between them again. Driven by lust and grabbing her a little harshly by the shoulders, he said, "I will be happy too, but I want to try some things with you too. If we are going to do this, let's be honest with each other. Anything is open for discussion. Whatever you want, I will try to do. Whatever I want, will you be willing to try too?" "Oh God, yes, Scott! I want this so bad, and the fact that it is you I get to do this with makes it even better. I can't say what all I want, because I am not sure yet, but I definitely want to explore everything!" He smiled and slowly let his hands trail down her shoulders till they reached her shirt bottom. Hooking his fingers, he began to lift her shirt as Linda slowly raised her arms knowingly above her head so that he could keep going. Pulling higher, he had to tug a little to get the knot in her shirt pass her breasts. As he pulled it over her head, her breasts released from their confines and bounced tantalizingly in front of his face. Her nipples were a deep brown surrounded by large dark areolas. Her flesh was goose bumped and taught from excitement or the cool air on her damp skin, or both. Her nipples stood at attention, and seemed to yearn to be sucked. He forgot to breath. His mouth dried up and he had to work his tongue to moisten his lips as he just stood there admiring the sight he had only dreamed of as he let her shirt drop from his hands and to the deck. She stood there demurely, with a shy smile on her face and her head down a little as she nervously looked at him through her long blond lashes. "Do you like them?" She asked shyly. "God, yes, I love them!" Reaching his hands up, Scott clumsily grabbed and squeezed them almost before he thought. "Whoa there, big fella," she giggled. "Try a little softer touch." Scott blushed, and slowed his actions. Moving his hands under her breasts he cupped them and lifted them slightly. Adjusting a little, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples and rubbed them in a circle massaging the whole area. She breathed in, and moaned a little. "Ohh..that's it. Keep doing that... that feels good. So damn good... Ah, yes... "Linda felt light-headed and leaned in more toward Scott resting her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling. She felt a tingling running from her nipples straight to her vagina. Her pantie-less moistening lips began to engorge and she was keenly aware of the way they felt against her cutoff jeans. Her moaning increased, and her hips involuntarily began to undulate as she became more aroused and needy of stimulation. "Oh my God, yes...yes... "She sighed as she closed her eyes and let the feelings of arousal wash over her. He watched in awe as his longtime friend transformed before his eyes into this sexual being. He could swear he actually saw a glow surrounding her. Perhaps it was the blood rushing from his head to his throbbing member that caused this vision, but no matter the cause, carnal instinct was quickly taking control. Slowly, as if to bow to an altar and pray, he lowered his lips to her breasts. Pressing his mouth against her brown hard nipple, he openly began suckling and tonguing the sensitive area. She arched her back even farther, pressing her flesh to his face, smothering his lips and nose with her womanhood. Scott wanted to devour her, and his appetite seemed insatiable. Taking turns between her luscious orbs, he continually sucked and nibbled them both for all he was worth, smearing his warm saliva between the two in his enthusiasm. Linda was going crazy. She grasped his head and directed his actions from breast to breast, thrusting her chest out like some crazed peacock. She was literally shaking with desire and her knees were becoming wobbly. Finally she pushed him away, if only to catch her breath for a minute. "Wait, wait," she gasped. "I need to see it. Take it out, please?" Clenching and unclenching his fists, he stepped back and tried to maintain some kind of control. He couldn't believe the feelings he was having, and was a little scared about their intensity. He wanted her so bad, but he was also afraid he might hurt her. Taking her lead, he realized it might be safer to let this unfold from a distance, at least to start. With trembling hands, he undid his jeans and let them drop. His cock was sticking straight up, hard and proud, with the head sticking above the waist band of his shorts. He looked to her in apprehension but only saw approval in her eyes and a desire that he had never seen before. Emboldened, he quickly shed his shorts and stood naked from the waist down in front of a real live girl for the first time in his life. His thick rod bounced and waved as he stood back with his scrotum hanging pendulously below and Linda gave an appreciative groan when she saw it pointing directly at her. She licked her lips and subconsciously clenched her hands in a grasping motion as she wanted to reach out and touch the object of her desire. "Do it," she urged croakingly. "Do what you were doing earlier...grab it. Show me how you like it done. Show me, Scott... stroke it for me." Her eyes darted to his and back to his member again and again, as she pleaded silently for him to proceed. As she watched his manhood, it continued to hypnotically bounce and sway in front of her seemingly with a mind of its own. Clear liquid dripped from the slit, and shined from where it had been smeared around the mushroom head and shaft. "I don't know if I can, Linda, "he whispered. "Please, Scott. You said we could try anything, remember?" "It is not that I don't want too, Lin, honest. It is just that if I touch it, I am going to explode!" He tried to explain. "Really?" she squealed. "Oh my, yes...I want to see that too!" She had heard from her older girlfriends about ejaculation and had read about it in Cosmopolitan, but she really had no idea what it might actually be like. Actually spewing forth white liquid, sperm, from his turgid member seemed a strange notion to her, but exciting at the same time. "Will it hurt?" she naively asked. Scott laughed out loud. "Well, it certainly will if I don't do something pretty soon." Having laughed he was able to relax a little. The intensity was still there, but now it seemed more adventurous than dangerous. Hell, he thought, this is going to fun! "Ok, but I am warning you, this will be quick, and probably messy." "Woot!" she exclaimed. "Here, let me grab a towel," and she dragged him back into the laundry room and snatched a dirty towel from the laundry bin nearby. Kneeling in front of him, she laid it out on the floor in front of him and the washer. "There you go," she stated simply, "that should help with the mess." He moved into position over the towel and looked down at Linda's smiling face looking up at him. She was kneeling with her arms pressed to the floor in front of her like a sexy smiling cat, causing her breasts to protrude in the most provocative way. Her nipples were still slimy with his spit from sucking on them so voraciously earlier. The sight would forever be etched in his mind, and it was all he could do not to shoot off right then. Cautiously he reached his hand down and grasped his cock. Involuntarily he let out a gasp. "Oh God, Linda, you look so beautiful kneeling there, I don't know how long I can last!" Softly, she responded, "it's okay just let it happen." Slowly he began to move his fist up his hard veiny shaft. Reaching the top, he rubbed his hand over the now steady stream of clear fluid coming from the tip of his cock and quickly spread it around his mushroomed head and shaft. Then ever so slowly he moved his fist down and began to jerk himself like it was his first time. Linda knelt in front of him entranced as she witnessed her first penis this close up and personal. The shaft was red and veiny, and looked ready to burst. The swollen head throbbed purple as she watched his hand move up and down his stiff manhood. This is amazing she thought. She never realized how big it would be in real life, as the pictures she had seen just didn't do it justice. As she continued to stare, she unconsciously raised her hand to her mouth and started nibbling her fingers in anticipation. He couldn't take it much longer, and he wasn't even stroking himself like he did when he masturbated alone. This was so much better, he thought. Then as he watched Linda slowly put her fingers to her wet lips, he knew that was it and stopped stroking, holding tightly just below the head of his cock. His bluish head swelled and throbbed menacingly, like a Pit Bull straining to get off a leash. "I am going to shoot," he said feeling he should give some kind of warning. Bending his knees to try to keep from falling, he pointed his strained member further up in the air. "YES, YES, do it for me, baby!" she cried in excitement, leaning in closer over the towel. That was it; he let out a loud moan and began to shoot his sperm in a torrent from his overworked cock. The first stream raced down his shaft and exploded from the head like a bullet from a rifle. So strong was the force that it flew right over her head and reached the work bench at the other end of the small room. Startled, Linda yelped, and looked up trying to follow the projectile. As she had her head raised, his second volley followed and shot nearly as far. Trying to get a better aim on it, Scott pointed his shaft downward, only to have the third shot hit her right under her still lifted chin. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, looking back down to try and see the mess, which allowed her to witness the fourth shot of white hot sperm hit her right between the breasts. Giggling, she just watched with awe as he continued to spend his seed profusely. His fifth and sixth shot landed on her thighs and towel respectively, and like a spigot of water being shut off, more, creamy white sperm slowly leaked from the slit of his penis and dripped to the towel below. Scott had fallen backward somewhat by this time and was holding himself up with one hand on the washer behind him and ever so slowly pumping the last of his juice from his swollen head with his other hand. "Wow, I mean... WOW!" she said as she just shook her head wide-eyed and watched Scott's manhood as he slowly fisted it and stared at all the sperm that had come from it. "Is it like that all the time?!" she asked. She was amazed and even a little frightened. Women were supposed to let that happen inside of them, she thought astoundingly. What would it feel like? Would it feel warm, like the sperm now dripping slowly down her body? Her heated loins melted as her vagina moistened to her wanton thoughts. Scott slowly came back to earth and just stared for a minute or two as he took in the scene that he had created like some sex craved Picasso using his cock as his brush. Pearly white cum dripped slowly down Linda's chin to her cleavage and was beginning to pool with the stream that had been blasted there. Both streams were now making their way toward her cute little belly button. Her thighs along with the towel were speckled with streams and droplets of cum that were slowly soaking into the cloth. She had this shocked look on her face mixed with an emotion he did not quite recognize. Maybe it was lust, or maybe excitement, but it certainly was not disgust which relieved him to no end. "I am sorry, Lin, I have never...umm... cum like that before. God, that was intense!" Looking up, she smiled and laughed. "Don't be sorry, that was fricking fantastic! I never knew it would be like that!" "Well, that was stronger and better than anything I have ever felt. Watching you as you kneeled there and seeing your beautiful body as I ... did it...was just more intense than anything I have ever experienced. Being with you made it like that, and for that, I cannot thank you enough!" Awakening "My pleasure, literally," she said. Slowly, she took her finger and scooped up some of his sperm that had pooled near her belly button and rubbed it between her finger and thumb. It felt slimy, but not unpleasantly so, she thought, as she held it close to her face and smelled it. Pungent, but again, it was not overpoweringly so. It reminded her of the Jergen's lotion her Mom bought from the store. Ironically fitting, she thought with a smile. Looking up, she saw Scott staring at her with an intense look. She giggled as she asked, "So, what next?" His thoughts began churning, and he thought, about what he had just done, and what he might be able to do with this smiling nymph in front of him. His many masturbation sessions over the years were varied and to think he might be able to play them out with her as a willing subject was an intoxicating thought. Would she wrap those lips around his thrusting tool? Would she let him inspect and lick her entire body? Would she open up her thighs and let him slide into his very first nubile young vagina? "What do you want to try next?" she asked again. Shaking his head a little, Scott tried to compose himself. Although he had just experienced an intense orgasm, looking down at Linda kneeling before him with her breasts on full display and still curiously playing with his sperm, his desires had not abated much at all. In fact they were beginning to reignite in a powerful way. Now that he could think again, he mulled over what she had asked. Again he thought, what would he like to try? He wanted to see her completely naked that was for sure. He had only seen glimpses of a woman's vagina in his Dad's magazines and a few furtive glances of his sister's womanly charms when they were younger. He wanted to see it up close and personal this time. "I want you to take off your shorts, Linda. I want to see you...all of you," he stated. "Okay," she readily agreed, "but we need to go somewhere more comfortable." Standing up, she picked up the soiled towel and quickly used it to wipe the mess up on her front torso. She then tossed it in the now repaired washer and headed for the living room. Following her, he couldn't help but watch her ass bounce in her cut-off jeans and think about what lay underneath them. This is awesome, he thought! He wanted to jump up and down and shout to the world. Containing his joy and excitement was difficult to say the least, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. As Linda entered the living room, she turned to Scott and asked, "Where do you want me?" "On the couch," he said, "No wait," he altered, "I want you to stand facing away from me and slowly take your cut-offs down while you bend over." Shyly, she began to do as he asked. Just as she was bending over and reaching for her daisy-dukes, they both heard the crunch of tires on gravel from a vehicle coming up the driveway. Startled, she jumped up and ran to her bedroom. "Oh crap, that sounds like Dad! Get your pants on quick!" He looked down. Yikes, he thought, I forgot all about my pants. Quickly he went back to the laundry room and grabbed his jeans. Stumbling and lurching around, he shimmied into them and buttoned up his fly as fast as he could. The fear of getting caught had thankfully all but eliminated his erection lending to the speed in which he got dressed. He could hear Linda coming back out of the bedroom and heading his way. Amazingly she was already fully clothed in sweats and a clean loose t-shirt, looking like her normal self, if a little bit disheveled. She grabbed Scott and headed back out to the porch. Grabbing the wine bottle off the bench she chucked it into the bushes near the house. Quickly she flipped her shirt through the door into the laundry room and grabbed the rifle as she sat down like she was looking for gophers. Scott sat beside her and tried to get his breathing back to normal. Linda's Dad, Butch, came around the house as he headed toward the tool shed. Looking over he gave a wave and called out, "Hey kids, how is it going? Hello Scott, you're getting bigger every day it seems." He added the standard statement that all the parents said when seeing all the children grow up around the neighborhood. "Nice to see you. While you're here son, do you think you could give me a hand? Some of the cattle got out, and I need to find out where and fix the fence before night fall." Scott cringed a little inside. Damn, that is going to take all night he thought, but he said, "Sure, Mr. Hanson, just let me call my house and see if anyone is home yet to let them know." "I will grab the tools from the shed and meet you around front then if it works out. Thanks Scott, sure appreciate it." Butch Hanson was a large rotund man. He always set a fast pace and appeared to waddle when he walked, which always made him look like a duck Scott thought. But if any one mistook that for weakness, they would be sadly mistaken. Butch was an old veteran from the Korean War and he had carved out a living on some tough land and everything he owned he had built and paid for himself with the help of his loving wife, Cathy. The two of them made one of those odd couples that people sometime see, as Cathy was a pretty, petite and small woman who almost looked mousy in comparison to Butch, until you saw her wielding the kitchen spoon at you in her no nonsense attitude. It just dawned on Scott how much Linda looked like her Mom, and if that was Linda's future, she had it made in the looks department. Heading into the house to use the phone, he gave Linda a quick nod to follow him. She looked back at her Dad and waved, then followed Scott inside. "That was a little close," she giggled as she grabbed his hand. "No kidding, I about had a heart attack for the second time today," he responded. Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed her palm wetly. "I hope this doesn't mean we can't continue our...adventures?" "Hell no, we are not going to stop now," she whispered, "we just need to figure out where and when to start the next one." Breaking her hand away from his she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Opening her mouth slightly, she licked his lips then mashed her lips to his with pent up desire. Responding, Scott reached around her back and planted his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing and massaging her as his own tongue explored hers. Far too quickly for Scott's taste, she pulled back and whispered, "Meet me at the Fort tomorrow by noon. Can you do that?" "Nothing could stop me," he replied as he reluctantly went to the phone to call his house while Linda shooed him away. "Hurry, I don't want my Dad to suspect anything." "Okay, Okay." He dialed up his house and as luck (depending on how you looked at it) would have it, his sister May was home from her summer job at the local store. Yes, she had the house covered she said, and he could go help Mr. Hanson. He hung up the phone and headed out toward the front door, slapping Linda on her nicely formed bottom as he passed her standing at the window staring out watching her father load the tools into the old International pick-up truck. Jumping and giving a yelp, she turned and punched him on the arm playfully. "So that's what you want, huh?" "That and so much more, hot stuff, I can't wait!" "Me neither, Scott. Just don't be late, we are going to have lots of fun," she said, giggling and laughing as he lurched out the door so as not to keep Mr. Hanson waiting. Trying to keep from blushing, he took a deep breath and jogged out to the truck to try to burn some of the sexual energy that was building up in him. "Hey there, kiddo, you that eager to do some work," Butch asked with a smile on his face. "Not really, sir, just want to get it done," Scott replied with a laugh. Butch liked Scott and thought of him as one of his own kids most of the time. Scott worked hard and had always seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. His family had helped him out throughout the years through some hard times and in turn he had helped them whenever they needed and if he could. That was the way around this small valley, and was one of the reasons he had never had any desire to be anywhere else. "Hop in, son," he told Scott and followed his own advice climbing into his old rusted International. It was not much to look at, but his old truck had seen and done its fair share of duty over the past 20 years and still had some good life left to give. Giving the doors a good slam as they settled onto the worn vinyl covered bench seat, Butch turned the key and hit the ignition button on the console. The engine revved to life, and putting it in gear he backed out of the driveway and headed down the fence line toward the mountains. "You keep an eye out on that side for any damaged fence, and I will watch my side, but I think I have a good idea where they are getting out. Most likely it will be down by the creek where some of the posts may have rotted or been washed out." Scott nodded his head, and rolled down the window to look out the passenger side. For a while the only sound that could be heard was the rumbling of the motor and the squeaks and complaints of the springs in the old brown bench seat as they bounced down the rutted trail alongside the fence line. Finally they reached the creek with no sign of any damage along the way, but as surmised, the fence that was strung across the creek bed had fallen from one of the anchor posts on the bank that had rotted out. "Yep, there it is. Let's get to work," Butch said as he pulled to a stop and crawled out of the cab. "We should be able to just beat the sunset if we hurry." Waddling quickly to the back, Butch grabbed an old railroad tie and tossed it on his shoulder like it was made of balsa and headed toward the bank. Scott quickly grabbed the rest of the tools and scrambled after him and they got to work. Three hours later and wet once again from wading in the creek to restring the fence line, Scott finally got back home. Jumping out of the old truck, Scott waved to Butch, "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Hanson." "It was the least I could do for all the help, Scott. You come on over for a meal this weekend, and the wife will treat you right, you hear!" He put the truck back in gear, waved and drove off down the dirt road between their properties. Heading into the house, Scott took his muddy boots off at the door and headed for the shower. Man, he thought, I am a mess. May was in the kitchen cooking the evening meal. "Mom called and said she is working a double, and Dad had a late delivery to make so will be a little late," she called to him as he passed her, "Do you want garlic bread with your spaghetti?" "Yea, sounds good, I just got to take a quick shower and I will be right back." Shucking his clothes, he jumped in the shower and turned it on as hot as he could stand to take the chill out of his damp skin. Standing in the steady stream and the building steam he began to scrub himself and his mind went back to the events earlier this afternoon with Linda. Thinking of her breasts and of how he had sucked on her nipples soon got his manhood to a ridged state. Soaping up he began to touch himself again. Leaning his back against the wall of the shower stall, he let the hot water pelt his chest and run down his front torso. Grabbing his reawakened shaft, he began to fist himself thinking about what had transpired earlier and what might happen tomorrow at the fort. God, he wanted to see her in the worst way he thought. He wondered what her pussy would look like. Would she let him touch it? How does it feel, he wondered? Spanking her butt had felt good too. Something about the sting and the way her cheeks had jumped had appealed to him. Would she let him spank her again, on her bare ass? Why did that even turn him on, he thought? There were so many things running through his mind, he wasn't even sure where to focus, except for on his cock as he continued to pump it up and down faster and faster. Working his member hard and fast, Scott muttered Linda's name over and over again, lost in his fantasy. "Oh yes, Linda, take it baby, take my cock... work it hard, yes, baby, YES!" Soon, his climax hit him, and grunting his pleasure, he spurted his seed all over the shower wall and into the drain. As he slowly came down from his orgasm, he realized that it was not nearly as satisfying as earlier with her. He needed to see her again, and by see her, he meant all of her! Throwing on some sweats, he headed back to the kitchen and quickly ate his dinner and then headed for bed. Normally he liked to stay up late, but he had worked and played hard all day and felt beat. Plus, he wanted tomorrow to come soon and reasoned that sleeping would help make that happen, like sleeping in the car on a long trip only to wake up and be at your destination. Unfortunately, though exhausted, his excitement kept him from falling asleep immediately. Tossing and turning most of the night, he was only able to rest fleetingly as he would wake up from one erotic dream to the next. He even dreamt of jerking off his cock all over his sister May in some bizarre sexual act. That dream in particular was most vivid and more than a little disturbing for him on many different levels. Morning finally came, and not surprisingly, Scott was up early to start the day. Looking over he could still see May curled up in bed, though she usually was up and moving long before him. His odd dream about her played in his head again, making him feel uncomfortable and a little guilty. Pushing it aside, he headed to the kitchen, quickly poured himself a bowl of cereal and scarfed down his Cheerio's before bolting out to the woodshed to finish off the wood that needed to still be chopped and stacked. Soon, he had worked up a sweat and was caught up in the repetition of the process. Set the wood on the block, swing the splitting mall, toss the pieces in a pile, grab another piece of wood and repeat. Before he knew it, it was done, and all he had to do was stack it neatly in the shed. Luckily, his sister May was up and came out to give him a hand. "You seem raring to go this morning, Curly, you have date?" May smiled at him as she started chucking the chopped wood from the pile at him so he could stack it in the row he was working on. Snatching the wood adeptly out of the air, he bantered back with his sister. "Just trying to free up the rest of my weekend, Red," he said, and gave her a wink. May was a red head, with light freckles across her cheeks and large dark-rimmed glasses that always slid down her nose causing her to continuously fork a finger between her eyes to keep them from falling off. She was a large girl that seemed soft all over. Some might think of her as over-weight, but Scott always thought she was pretty and voluptuous, as she had all the same curves as any other girl, just more of it. To add to that, her personality was unique amongst all the women that Scott had ever met. She was smarter than anyone he knew and had a great sense of humor, but at the same time, she had a naivety about her that made him want to protect her from the harshness of the world that he was only beginning to discover himself. He often thought that if she wasn't his sister, he would have wanted her to be his wife. Embarrassingly, he again recalled his vivid dream of jerking his cock off all over her naked body. He averted his eyes to try and hide his blushing cheeks. Strange how that made him feel he thought, and how it seemed like she could feel his naughty thoughts. "What you planning on doing the rest of the day?" she asked, breaking the spell that had fallen over him as she continued to feed him wood pieces as fast as he could handle. "I thought I might go fishing or hiking for a bit," he lied, trying not to be to committed to anything so that she wouldn't want to join him. Immediately he felt guilty. He never lied to her as they usually shared everything, they were that close. Lying to her felt terribly wrong and Scott felt a little ashamed. "Well, now I know you have a date silly...you are such a bad liar," she laughed, pushing her glasses back up her nose. He laughed out loud. "How do you know when I am always lying?" "You blush like you just had a first kiss, Curly. Besides, I can read your mind," she joked lightly. Blushing even more, he just kept his head down and kept stacking. "Oh my God, it really is a girl isn't it?" May cried. "Are you going to tell me who it is, or am I going to have to find out for myself later?" "Look, Sis, this is all a little new to me so can you keep it quiet for a bit?" He prayed she was only joking about reading his mind as all these new sexual thoughts continued to assail him. Another thing about his sister was that she wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind to anybody, regardless of how that might make other people feel. She would be dead honest, but sometimes she did not take into account other people's feelings or concerns as she spoke her mind. For once, she didn't press him and just smiled at him and kept quiet while they finished stacking the wood. She seemed different somehow, Scott thought, more healthy or something. The image of his lewd sexual dream still filled his mind, but something else about the way she looked nagged his mind in curiosity. Shaking his head, he headed back into the house. He decided a shower was in order before he headed out to the fort, so grabbing some fresh clothes; he hopped into the bath tub and turned on the spray head. His sexual tension was on the rise again, and he was tempted to jerk off to relieve himself like he often did when showering. But it occurred to him after last night when he masturbated that saving his sexual desires for Linda would make it so much better than wasting it on masturbating on his own. He made sure to wash himself good though, in all his private places, and even though he was hard, he only rubbed his appreciative member briefly just to enjoy the pleasure of it before drying off and getting dressed. Trying not to hum a little tune out loud as he left the house, Scott told his parents he was headed out to go hiking up Desert Mountain and maybe stop by Lion's Lake for a swim. Both his parents had their heads down around the kitchen table and were working on the monthly bills by the looks of it. A mumbled "Be careful" and "Be home by dark" was about all that came from them, as he pretty much was given permission to do whatever he wanted now that he had graduated High School this year. Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on his way out, he threw out a, "Thanks!" and skipped out the door. As he headed toward the garage to grab the three-wheeler, May gave him a wink from the picnic table where she briefly brought her head up from her latest book, and said, "Good luck, stud!" Laughing at her own joke, she wiggled herself more comfortable on the bench seat and went back to reading. Scott frowned at her, still trying to pinpoint the subtle change he was noticing, but then laughed and hurried along. Good luck indeed, he thought, trying not to grin to wide. CHAPTER TWO The night had been clear and bright, with the sky glittering with stars that blinked down upon the valley. The Milky Way was clearly defined as it knifed through the myriad constellations of Gods both old and new. Reflecting off the rippling water at the river's edge, the stars looked like headlights heading up river like salmon to spawn. The middle-aged man standing along the bank smiled at the irony of that thought and how fitting it seemed to be now that he was here. Looking around, he took in the majestic scenery and studied the stars briefly. Throughout humankind's existence, the stars had always been a part of their lives, sometimes knowingly, sometimes not. Judging by their positions, the grizzled man figured he must be in the late 1900's by Christian reckoning, give or take a decade. He could figure it out exactly if he wanted too, but it was not necessary to fulfil his mission. The fact that he was here at this place and time was sufficient to determine that it was when and where he needed to be. That was how it had always worked throughout his living memory and he didn't see any reason to believe this time would be any different. Awakening Reaching down, he grabbed the old green army ruck sack beside him. Lifting the cover flap with the words "army" stamped boldly on it, he rummaged through the collection of items within. He did not always understand what each of them did but he knew they were all important, because that was how it always was during his missions. Strangely enough, the items themselves would impress on him what was needed of him for them both to do their jobs at the time the jobs needed doing. This oddity no longer bothered him as it did so long ago when he first began this bizarre and adventurous life. He had his theories, but he had long run them all out as he whiled away his time performing tasks that he didn't always understand, or even necessarily approve. For instance, this next task that was impressed upon him did not make a lot of sense. Pulling out an old book, he turned it over in his hands and inspected it noncommittally. Innocuous looking, he did not know why it was so important to the world that he make sure it get placed into the hands of a young woman in the valley. That it was that important, the man had no doubt. There had been failures in the past on his part, and the consequences had always been catastrophic and dire for much of humankind and civilization as a whole. Some would call it the butterfly effect. He just thought of it as fate. Flipping through the pages, the book looked like nothing more than sexually contrived tripe, written by an anonymous author with not a whole lot of talent as far as he could discern. But, he knew without a doubt that the red-headed woman in his mind's eye needed to interact with this book in order for his time here to succeed. Grunting indifferently, he placed the book back in the tall knapsack and cinched the flap tight. Throwing the pack on one broad shoulder, he hooked it with his thumb and looked for a way out of the small canyon he had appeared in out of the dark. By the light of the stars, he could easily make out a worn trail traveling up the canyon wall. His night vision had always been sharp, and his grey eyes reflected the starlight and seemed to glow as he adeptly made his way along the bank and up the windy trail. Reaching the top he set off through a wooded path and unerringly made his way toward his target. Once he had an impression of his mission, there was no obstacle that could normally stand in his way. Reflecting though, he recalled having been thwarted by his ancient enemy from performing his given task on several different occasions. He knew of no other way to describe this entity. Like himself, there seemed to be a force in opposition to the desires of whoever seemed to control his own actions. That he was a puppet to greater forces he again had no doubt and he no longer questioned. His only consolation to servitude was that he believed from what he had witnessed that what he was doing was for a better good for all of humankind. He had witnessed too much to think otherwise anymore. So regardless of the strange form his actions sometimes took, he did them willingly with no reserve as he was sure it was for the best. Breaking from the trail, he came upon a small cabin nestled alongside the woods and a prairie beyond. Though it was summer, a fire was going in the stove to ward off the chill of the night as evidenced by the small tendril of smoke snaking above the chimney in the still mountain air. A porch light was on, and a light pole illuminated a simple but well-kept yard. The lightly bearded, middle aged man could see moths and insects frantically circling the lights and like hungry vampires, bats would occasionally swoop down from the dark to claim their victims. Setting his back pack down, he grabbed the book and edged closely to the house. He waited cautiously and used his heightened senses to become aware of the sleeping life forces within, picking out his target with ease. He waited for the right time; and how he knew it was the right time was just another mystery amongst the many he had come to accept. Finally the time was here, and like a shadow he entered the room that contained the red headed girl from his vision. How he came to be by her bedside was just another gift that had been bestowed upon him by whatever master he was slave too and he had grown as used to the ability as slipping on an old worn shoe. Looking around the room, his grey eyes could still easily make out the two bunk beds that comprised most of the furniture within the small space. Briefly, he realized there were only two people amongst the four beds. The upper bunk bed across the room had a young man sprawled out on his covers as he tossed and turned it seemed from a fitful dream. The old man could have delved into his mind and taken a peek had he wanted to, but he didn't bother. He could figure out from the erect state of the boy's penis and the involuntary actions of the boy's hands upon it that he was experiencing part of the sexual energy that the old man himself was putting out. That sometimes happened during his often sexually oriented missions, but he saw no harm in letting the boy dream a sexual fantasy or two. Turning back to the young lady beside him on the bottom bunk, he took in her charms. Her covers had been pulled down and her light shirt that she wore for a night gown had ridden up and was bunched under her ample bosom. Her bare belly and cute little belly button seemed to wink at him invitingly as she breathed deeply in a restful sleep. Looking to her face, he saw her eyes moving rapidly beneath her lids as she dreamed an erotic dream of his devising. Not until now did he realize that this was a part of his mission and he smiled at the pleasant and sexy thoughts he was going to plant in her nubile mind. May felt her self flying above a green field covered in daisies. She had always liked dreams that allowed her to fly freely amongst the clouds. With that thought, May realized that she was dreaming. It was not the first time she had lucidly dreamed, but this one somehow felt different. Slowly she glided to earth and gently landed on a soft bed that appeared beneath her. Her clothes were suddenly gone, and she began to feel moistness from her loins as she became aware of her sudden sexual desires building up within her. Odd she thought. Normally when she had a lucid dream, she could control her surroundings somewhat, but in this case her mind did not seem to be her own. She tried to move from the bed, but it was like a weight was upon her, or that her limbs were too heavy to lift. The strange man wrinkled his brow in consternation looking down upon the red headed beauty. This was different, he thought. There was nothing in his memory or his impression that told him he would meet this kind of resistance. Thinking back, he searched his memory for any similar occurrences. This was new. In his long existence and experience, new meant one thing for sure, change was coming. His heart rate jumped. He was excited for the first time in a long time. Sure there were little thrills that came and went throughout the ages, but this was a titillation of something bigger. Change meant uncertainty for him. This could be bad, it could be good, and there was no way for him to tell. At times like this, he reveled in the challenge that uncertainty pressed upon him. The world was balanced on a pin point, and how this next mission played out would determine the fate of its current existence as humankind knew it in this time and place. Bending his will back to his task, the broad shouldered man concentrated on the young ladies dream world below him. She was May, that was her name as he had gathered from her very own thoughts. That should help him do what he needed to do. May felt her desire to resist fade, and she let the lucid dream continue its course. Slowly, her sex began to heat up. Like a smoldering fire, she could feel heat and moistness radiating from her thighs and lower abdomen. Drawing her knees up, she began to display herself in a wanton fashion. Reaching her hands down, she rubbed both of her thighs up and down as if beckoning a lover to her. From between her legs she watched as a long flesh-like rod materialized out of thin air. Slowly it grew and throbbed and it soon became recognizable as a gigantic penis. Its size was to the point of ludicrous. Waving hypnotically in the air it floated toward her swollen and heated womanhood. As it approached, she could only wonder how it could possibly fit into her vagina. That it was far too big to be real did not seem to matter, she only knew her desire and need to be filled by it. Somehow it entered her, impaling itself within her entire being, yet at the same time it lewdly parted her thighs and pushed them farther apart. Completely without possibility, she felt it penetrate her and begin to thrust deep within her bowels. At the same time, she watched it impossibly stroke itself between her thighs and even run up the top of her belly to just under her swaying breasts. It was like her entire body was being taken by a giant disembodied penis. Regardless of the ridiculousness, she found her body responding with sexual need and desire. As the gigantic phallus continued to thrust obscenely in her and on her, she wrapped her hands and arms around the upper shaft lying on her belly and rubbed it up and down as she humped her pelvis forward and began to match its increasing rhythm. The middle aged man smiled as he saw her begin to respond both in the dream and on the bed sheets. Pulling his fly open, he let out his own mighty member. Grasping it firmly, he began the ritual he knew he was required to perform. He had no choice, but this did not matter as his own desire was driving him onward with a force of its own. Stroking up and down his prodigious shaft, he watched the blossoming woman's dream and her dream driven movements upon the bed superimposed upon his vision. Quickening his pace, he matched the dream phallus's thrusts with his own fisted movements on his steely pole. Sensing with perfect timing May's own climax, he released his own seed upon her. On the bed she had raised her night gown above her alluring breasts as she rubbed up and down her chest and torso in simulation of stroking the dream penis that filled her. As the mysterious man let loose his need, stream after stream of pearly semen splayed across her breasts and stomach and crisscrossed her arms as she continued to rub her upper torso. No less than a dozen ejaculations shot forth from his throbbing member, and the object of his desire lay covered in his seed, still dreaming of the gigantic phallus that was erupting on her in a meadow on a bed in her bizarre dream. Slowly the man watched as she continued to rub his blessed juice into her skin. For that is what it was, a blessing from his master, via his own being. Tucking his shrinking member back in his pants, he continued to watch the vision below him as he released his control of her dream state. He had no fear of her waking, as he slowly reached over to her bedside table and placed the book from his knapsack beside her dark rimmed glasses and feather book marker. Opening it to the proper story, he placed the feather book marker within its pages and closed it up. As his final act for the night, he implanted the thought within her that she had found the book at the public library. Turning to look once more upon the young man across the room, he saw that he was now sound asleep still with his youthful member poking a tent in the sheets. Ah youth, he thought, with a little bit of sadness. Glancing one last time at May as she lay sprawled upon the bed, the man sighed and melded into the shadows and appeared back outside the house from where he came. Shouldering his knapsack once again upon his broad shoulders, he trekked back into the woods and towards the river. For now, his first task was done, but he sensed a change in the air, and though cautious, he began to look forward to the challenge of this mission and where it might lead. CHAPTER THREE Heading down the dirt road on his three-wheeler, Scott turned off and hit a side trail that went directly to the fort. The fort, as he and his friends called it, was really just a pseudo park that the small town had created for the kids to have something to call their own and be able to congregate and play in as they grew up. Even calling it a park was pushing the description to its utmost. It was really just a couple acres of land in the woods that had been thinned by the local town's folk. In the middle a "fort" was erected out of rough sawn lumber and log slats. Though simple it had been built with a child's heart in mind. There were multi-level platforms and small enclosures that were connected by swinging bridges and covered walk ways throughout the structure. It actually went up nearly three stories and at the top was a large enclosed floor nearly as big as Scott's living room. In the middle was a ladder that actually went to a loft under a sloped roof that was even more secluded. Over the years, he and his friends had gathered old cushions and blankets, and an odd assortment of furniture that was used for playing games or sitting around while drinking stolen beers or smoking cigarettes and pot. Hidden under a false board in the loft they had even stashed some Penthouse and Playboy magazines over the years that were worn with use from many solo masturbation sessions while discovering what they could about sex. Checking his watch, he could see that he was right on schedule for the meeting planned with Linda at noon here. Looking around as he drove up, he did not see any sign of her or anyone else for that matter. Though the fort was popular when he was younger, it was less used these days as his generation of friends had out grown it, it seemed. Pulling the three-wheeler around the back, he killed the motor, swung out of the seat and bounded up the stairs to the first landing. Looking around at the four other landings, he decided to check out the top main floor as that was where everyone ended up anyway, and was the only landing that was enclosed with vertical slats which made it hard to make out if anyone was in it or not. Excitedly, he raced across the swinging rope bridge and leaped up the next set of stairs till he reached the top. Slowing down a little, he composed himself before entering the enclosure and looked around anxiously. Damn, he thought, she isn't here. God, I hope she didn't change her mind. I am such an idiot, he hounded himself; I should have called this morning to see if she was still coming. Dejectedly Scott went over to an old bean bag chair that someone had dragged up and plopped himself down. White pellets poofed out the tear in the side of the old green vinyl covering and joined with the dust motes that were stirred up as they played in the sunlight shining through the gaps in the slat walls. The feeling of sadness was nearly overwhelming for him. Not typically a depressed type of person, he was surprised by his own reaction. As he pondered what to do next, he heard a noise above him. Looking up, he barely contained a laugh and a joyous holler as he saw Linda backing slowly down from the loft above. With her back to him, her butt was at a good position to watch as she stepped carefully from rung to rung. She wore flip-flops on her dainty feet and was wearing the same cut-off jeans from yesterday. From this angle her legs seemed longer and more alluring than he ever recalled before. Clambering up, he watched as she jumped from the last rung and turned to him with a shy smile on her face. "I wasn't sure you would come," she said. "I didn't realize I got here so early, but I just couldn't wait," she explained. "Then I started thinking that maybe you had some regrets, or that you didn't want to see me, or that you wanted to back out, or that maybe that you weren't really attracted to me, or maybe... Abruptly she stopped as Scott rushed to her and picked her off her feet while kissing her thoroughly on the lips. Nearly smothering her, he carried her against the wall and pinned her there. As he continued to keep his lips locked to hers, he began to run his hands up and down the sides of her body. Slowly he let her slide down the rough slates causing her soft pink sleeveless top to catch on the wood and climb up her belly to just under her unencumbered breasts. Taking advantage of the situation, he slid his hands under her shirt and cupped and grasped her magnificent mounds. Remembering his lessons from the day before, he slowed his movements and began to massage and feel his way toward her protruding nipples. Lifting her shirt over her breast, he broke off his kiss so that he could look down and admire once again the beauty of her womanly charms. Breathing roughly, he slowly circled around her areolas and marveled at her stiff puckered nipples. He looked at her and smiled lustfully. Linda was still trying to catch her breath. Gasping she shivered at Scott's touch. The way he had grabbed her and snatched her in the air had scared her at first. The ease and sheer power he displayed in taking what he wanted was a little shocking to her. Their years of growing up had bred a certain familiarity with each other, and of all the boys she wrestled around with in the backyards over those years, he was the most common opponent. She had always thought that she was holding her own pretty good with him back then, but now she knew that was not the truth. He had only been toying with her. It dawned on her that if he wanted too, Scott could do anything he wanted to her and she would be hard pressed to stop him. But she didn't want him to stop, and that scared her even more. The thought of him pursuing his desires scared her too. Her emotions were a jumble, and her desire was hard to define. God, this was so intense, she thought. Looking back at him as he smiled down at her though eased her fears. In his eyes she saw desire, but also there was something deeper. A certain kind of awe was there that comes on you when you see a gorgeous sunset or sunrise. It reminded her of the first time she climbed to the top of Desert Mountain and looked down upon the valley below in which she lived. A person couldn't help but appreciate what God had made and the beauty of it all. Staring down at her from his hazel eyes that flashed green and then blue as the sun shone on his face through the gaps in the wall, she realized that he had that same look. She smiled back in the same loving way and moaned softly. Whispering breathlessly, she asked, "I take it you're ready to explore some more?" "Oh, most definitely," he replied as he continued to rub and fondle her breasts, occasionally bunching her shirt back up around her shoulder and neck to keep them exposed for his pleasure. Linda now had her arms draped around his neck, holding herself up as little shocks of pleasure coursed through her body every time he brushed her sensitive nipples with his strong hands. Not understanding exactly why, she started grinding her hips against his thighs in a humping motion. Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but let out a wanton moan. "That feels so good, Scott, so wonderful... oh my... oh yes...hmmm..." she purred. Scott was in heaven as he watched her writhe before him. Am I making her do this, he thought? For the first time in his young life he felt powerful. He felt confident. He felt in total control of himself and everything around him and this thought was very enlightening. Acting on this new found feeling, he decided to explore its boundaries. Slowly, he let his hands drop and backed away from her. Her arms still around his neck, Linda nearly fell face first as she snapped open her eyes and stepped forward to catch her balance. Looking up, she anxiously opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, when he said, "Stand up and turn around." Awakening Looking at him she saw him smile. In his eyes, she recognized the love she had seen before, but she also saw something steely there now. She saw in those beautiful hazel eyes a certain command that she sometimes saw in her father's eyes when he was setting his foot down about her misbehavior or her reluctance to follow his demands. It was a certain "do not argue with me young lady" kind of stance that brooked no argument from her. She shivered. Normally, she would dig her foot in just to be stubborn to that kind of attitude, but surprisingly, she found she wanted to do his bidding. Reaching up to pull her shirt down, she began to turn around as he asked. No wait, he didn't ask did he, she thought. He had told her. He had commanded her. She shivered again and felt a warm wetness between her legs. "Don't pull your shirt down, leave it the way it is," he told her, liking the way it displayed her breasts. Stopping in mid-motion, she let her arms drop away from her shirt and turned her back to him. Shaking a little she waited for his next command. "God you look hot, Linda," he whispered, his voice cracking a little with the sheer excitement of it all. Clearing his throat a little he continued, "Now bend over and pull your shorts down." Reaching to unbutton her shorts, she slowly bent forward and began sliding them slowly toward her feet playing out the scene that had been interrupted from the day before. He watched as her heart shaped ass came into view. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he soon realized she was not wearing any panties. As her hands continued toward the floor with her shorts in tow, he finally got to see his first real life naked woman. Her butt cheeks were unblemished and snow white from not seeing much of the sun. Even more alluring was her mound that came into view as she continued to bend obscenely over with her head nearly to the floor. Lightly covered with blond curls it looked amazing to Scott. Her vaginal lips seemed to protrude a little, and he was curious to get a closer look. Just above her engorging lips, he saw her puckered anus. Having never really thought about it before, he did not think it would be as sexy as what he thought it looked like right now. Quickly, he reached down to his throbbing member and undid his own jeans to free it from its confines. Pulling his burgeoning shaft out, it smacked into his hands and looked red and angry from having been cooped up to long. Clear liquid leaked profusely from his swollen head, and Scott just let it sit in his grip as he continued to watch Linda pose in front of him. "Lean your hands against the wall and spread your legs." He told her. She did as he asked, scooting forwards a little to reach the wall, she stepped out of her flip-flops and shorts that were around her feet and spread her legs a little farther apart. "Spread them farther", he told her again. Again she complied. She was now bent at a ninety degree angle with her butt sticking in the air and her legs spread wider than her shoulders. She could feel the air hitting the hot lips of her vagina as she exposed herself more and more to Scott's desires. She could actually feel juice sliding down her thigh as the excitement of the situation mounted for her. Not knowing what was coming next scared her and thrilled her at the same time. She nearly laughed hysterically at the conflict of emotions that raced through her while she waited eagerly for Scott's next command. He wasn't sure what to do next or how far he could take this new authority that Linda was allowing him. As he continued to admire her backside, he saw a shiny trail of moistness trailing from her protruding vaginal lips and down her legs. Slowly he came forward and got a closer look. Moving carefully so he would not break whatever spell that they were under, he got on his knees and put his face closer to her sex. As he neared her, he began to smell her essence. Musky, he thought. Earthy, it reminded him of fresh turned fertile soil for some reason. Even that did not describe it correctly. He felt drawn to it, like ore to a magnet. Reaching up, he placed his hands on her butt cheeks. She gasped audibly, and goose bumps freckled all over her body. Slowly he began massaging her ass and thighs much like he had learned to massage her breasts. As he moved his hands in a circular motion, her cheeks would spread apart and come back together, opening and closing as if giving him an invitation to come in. Breathing in deeply, he continued to drift closer and closer to her engorging lips as they responded to her growing excitement. "Don't move, Lin, I am going to try something," he told her. Before she could respond, he began to kiss her ass cheeks. First he started softly by kissing her cheeks and thighs. As his moist lips came into contact with her streaming nectar, he couldn't help but use his tongue to taste a woman for the first time. The taste confirmed his nose, and the musk was heavier and more intoxicating as he lapped at her thighs. He could feel Linda shaking a little and hear her increasingly labored breath. Oh...Oh...hmmm...yes, Oh God...yesss..., she whimpered and hissed through gritted teeth. As he heard her whimper he felt her press back into his hands with her hips. Emboldened, he spread her ass cheeks even more and kissed and tongued his way up to the promise land, to her woman hood that now hung there swollen and inviting. Finally, he ran his tongue along her moist slit. For him, it was like having the first bite of a warm apple pie. He would never forget how it tasted and felt and how it made his desire soar. For Linda, it was electric. His lips and tongue as they played on her skin had raised her senses to a heightened state that left her trembling and wanton. Her body was demanding satisfaction, and Scott's teasing was agonizingly and lovingly slow to deliver. When his tongue came into contact with her lips she nearly jumped upright from the shock, even though she had anticipated by now where he was headed. Clenching her hands tightly she felt the rough wood scratch at her hands as she fought to maintain the position that he had commanded she put herself in. Arching her back, she instinctively shoved her ass back into his face. She felt his nose slide between her cheeks as he then ducked down a little more and bent his head back to get his whole mouth on her mound more securely. After the initial lick, he was now pressing his lips as tightly to her pussy lips as he ever did to her mouth. His tongue began working into and all around her moist mound as he explored her every crevice. With no knowledge to guide him he didn't know exactly what to do, so he found himself trying to do everything. He was licking her lips, delving his tongue into her moist flower, sucking the lips into his mouth like he had her nipples, and even nibbling softly around her vulva. Gradually he realized that he could use her responses to maximize his explorations. She was beginning to peak and her body had a mind of its own as she humped herself lewdly back and forth across his face. She was so close to her orgasm and a little shove was sure to put her over the edge. "Oh Scott, your tongue feels so good... Keep going, baby...keep going," she begged. Encouraged and enthused by her responses, he began licking her wildly, not really knowing what he was supposed to do, but not really caring at this point. Crawling completely under her spread legs, he turned himself and bent backwards to get complete access to all of her charms. In this position, his nose began to bump and rub her raised clitoris as he enthusiastically lapped at her dripping sex. As he bumped her clit, he noticed her moans and gasps begin to increase and she soon began to shake and hump uncontrollably all over his now shiny smeared face. "Yes, Yes, YES... Oh God, Oh God... ahh, ahhh, ohhh OHHH!" Suddenly, Scott felt a hand on the back of his head, as Linda clenched her fingers in his curly locks and shoved his face even deeper into her overflowing lips. Thrusting her hips, she ground her pelvis onto his lips and nose and humped his head like her life depended on it. As she smeared her passionate nectar all over his face, he tried to catch his breath when he could. Holding on to her thighs he let her ride out her orgasm. As wave after wave rippled through her, Linda's thighs convulsed and squeezed the side of his head as he was now practically holding her up with his face and shoulders. Slowly she began to subside from her mind blowing orgasm. Tremors still shook her body as she finally eased herself off of his still licking tongue, kissing lips and glistening face. "Stop please, I don't think I can take any more right now," she breathed. "Oh baby, what did you do to me? I have never... I have never felt... God, I have never cum like that before in my life!" "Where did you learn to do that? Is that why you keep those dirty magazines hidden up in the loft?" she teased. "Well, I don't know what I did, but I am glad you liked it," Scott answered as he slowly crawled from under her and leaned back onto one of the cushions lying on the floor, face still glistening and trying to catch his breath. Looking at her flushed and trembling body, he added, "You look absolutely beautiful, did you know that?" She blushed. "Really? I feel a little embarrassed actually. I just completely lost it there, I couldn't control myself. You completely... You had me so...I wanted you to take... Oh, I don't know what I am trying to say. Just the whole thing that happened was so... erotic and intoxicating, I don't know for sure what came over me. I don't know what you could possibly think of me now." She stopped talking abruptly and just lowered her eyes a little, not wanting to meet Scott's eyes for some reason. Not understanding, Scott did the only thing he could think of; he got up and gave her a hug. Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms completely around her and pulled her to him tightly. Slowly he brought her to the old overstuffed chair that was in the corner, and sitting down he put her in his lap and just continued to hold her. Rubbing her back, he felt Linda slowly curl up on his lap and sink deeper into his arms. At first she had been shaking a little, but now she seemed to have calmed down and her breathing started to return to normal. "You know, you have nothing to worry about, right?" he began. "You realize that was the greatest and best experience of my whole life, right? Yesterday you watched me as I...jacked... masturbated in front of you and made a mess all over you and myself, and you still seem to like me, right?" Slowly he stroked her soft blonde curls. Odd, but he had never realized how silky they felt before. "We started this adventure together, and we both wanted it. There is nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about as far as I am concerned," he added. "You were amazing just now, and I am telling you, I didn't know how sexy and beautiful a woman could be... as YOU could be... till I saw you orgasm. I can't wait till I get to make you feel that way again," he cracked. Reaching down he smacked her ass softly and chuckled a little. Looking up at him, she couldn't help but smile. How could she not see it before? At this moment, Scott was her world, and as the sun sparkled off his golden curls, she never wanted to leave it. Reaching up, she pulled his head down for a kiss. "Thank you," she said. Giggling she added, "What next?" Scott squirmed as he tried to get more comfortable on the worn out chair and from the fabric scratching and rubbing his back side. She shifted and curled her legs up as she snuggled herself into his lap even deeper. Looking down at her with admiration, he watched as the sunlight played across her naked form as it shone through the roughhewn slats on the old children's fort that they were using for their sexual exploration. The way she had moved had allowed his still swollen member to poke free and slap against his abdomen. His lust began to burn hotter once again. She was just staring into his hazel eyes searching and watching his face as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm when he had taken her to heights she had never believed possible. Slowly, she began to realize that she had lost her shirt somewhere along the way and that she was completely naked and curled up on his lap and his manhood was sticking up between them with her body wrapped around it as if to protect it from harm. Looking down, she took some more time to admire his throbbing member. His penis was swollen and appeared to move slowly as if with a mind of its own. The first time she had saw him this way she thought it had looked red and angry. Now she began to think that it looked more eager than angry. Like a racehorse waiting to bolt from the gate. Clear fluid continued to leak from his mushroomed head, and she now realized that it was a similar reaction to how her own sex became wet when she got excited. As she stared, his shaft jumped a little, like a pet begging for attention. Slowly she reached her hand toward it half afraid of what it could do, as she had witnessed the first time Scott and she got together. Gingerly, she ran her fingers down the top of his shaft. Scott breathed in sharply. Looking back at him, she asked, "Am I hurting you?" "Oh God, no," he gasped, "your touch is amazing!" Scott had never had anyone else touch his cock before, and the reality of the feeling combined with the visual image of her playing her hand across his aching pole was maddeningly erotic. "I have wanted this for so long, please don't stop, baby." She smiled and looked back down at his member as it continued to jump and throb against her exploring fingers. Tracing her fingers up one side and down the other, she marveled at how his manhood felt. The heat was the first thing that registered, and the slipperiness of his fluid that streamed down his head as she smeared it around was like a readymade lube for the moment. As she continued to play with his seminal fluid and rub it all around his shaft, she watched and felt how he tensed up every time she got near his mushroomed head. An idea came to her and she stopped her ministrations. "Ok, my turn," she announced as she suddenly uncurled and stepped away from Scott and his magnificent shaft. "Oh, Linda, please don't stop, that was feeling so good," Scott nearly whined as he felt the warmth of her body leave his lap and her hand leave his needy member. Plaintively he reached to drag her back to him but she nimbly stepped from his reach. "Oh no you don't, you got your turn now I want mine. Remember the deal? We are both willing to try anything for each other, and you just tried something amazing with me. Now you need to let me be the one in charge, at least for now. Can you do that?" Holding in his frustration, he realized she was right. Fair is fair, he thought, and this was an adventure he did not want to end because he only wanted things his way. Raising his hands, he replied," Ok, a deal is a deal. What do you want me to do?" "Don't worry stud, I am sure you will enjoy this, and so will I!" she smiled. Slowly she raised her arm and crooked a finger at him. "First you need to stand up and get as naked as me, my dear friend." Shrugging, he stood up with his bouncing pole pointing the way as it hung from his still open fly. Shucking his shoes off with a practiced toe-to-heel action, he followed that quickly by shedding his Levis and shorts all in one motion. Casually he stepped out of them and flipped them to the side with his left foot to clear space. Next he reached over his head and pulled his tee shirt off in one quick jerk and cast it into the same pile as his jeans and shorts. Having already exposed himself to Linda in the most intimate way the other day, he felt surprisingly relaxed as he spread his hands and stood before her admiring eyes in just his socks. The look she was giving him certainly helped. A look of want or hunger was what came to his mind. Like seeing the steaming caramel rolls being brought out of the oven by his mother and wanting to snatch one even before they had cooled down. Her look was like that, only stronger, if such a thing could happen. Her breathing was starting to get deeper. Her mouth went dry, and unconsciously she licked her lips. She had seen Scott's body in a swim suit on many occasions as they played and swam in the lake during the summer, but under these new circumstances his body took on a whole new light. Add to that, seeing his engorged shaft and hanging scrotum out in the open was simply amazing. Every time she let her eyes travel away, his manhood would inexorably draw them back to feast on its magnificence. It simply seemed to demand her attention. As she continued to stare she began to notice finer details she never bothered with before. His upper torso was lightly covered with reddish hair that was a darker version of his reddish blond curly locks. A small trail of fine body hair made its way down the center of his flat stomach as if to show her the way to his throbbing shaft and balls. Surrounding them was a fine curly bush of hair that circled his shaft and ended in nearly peach fuzz blond hair on his pendulous scrotum. Even though this was the second time she had seen his sex, the first time was over so quick she never really got to explore it much. Now that she could, she was curious as to how she would feel about really seeing her first penis, and her thoughts surprised her a little. She felt horny, and something more. She couldn't quite figure it out. She wanted it. She wanted to keep it for herself and take it with her. She felt possessive. Smiling mischievously, she raised her eyes to Scotts and said, "Ok big boy, turn around and bend over slowly." Scott just looked at her and tried to figure out what she had just said. As she was inspecting him, he had continued to admire her fine form. She had lost her shirt somewhere along the way, and as he watched her heaving breasts, he saw that her nipples, which had softened earlier, had become as stiff and erect as his own needy shaft. It was all he could do to stand there and let her have her way, and when she spoke, it seemed from far away or like a voice heard underwater. Going over what she said again in his mind, he finally realized she was serious as she crossed her arms under her breasts and looked at him expectantly. Admiring the way her breasts lifted in such a position, Scott blushed a little and shrugged. Slowly he turned around in front of the chair and bent at the waist. Embarrassed, he began to get nervous about putting himself in such an exposed position and showing her his backside. Placing his hands on his knees he tried to look back to see what she was doing. "No peeking, now. Just stay like that for a minute," she barked. "No, wait, actually I want you to lean over and put your hands on the chair while you spread your legs wide, like I did for you earlier, baby." Oh my God, was she kidding, he thought? Taking a deep breath, he decided to just roll with it. Spreading his legs wide he reached out and leaned his hands on the arms of the overstuffed chair. Looking down he could see his stiff cock staring back at him and his balls dangling below and through his legs he saw Linda's bare legs slowly begin to step toward him. Now what, he worried? Linda was fascinated. In a way she thought he should look a little ridiculous standing there bare ass naked, bent over a chair with his ass sticking out at her. But she was not laughing at all. Part of it was discovering what a male body looked like in the nude and how it differed from her own female form. Another thought that occurred to her was how Scott had been willing to trust her enough to put himself in such a vulnerable situation. The momentary fear she had felt earlier when he had grabbed her and controlled her seemed silly now. Trust, she thought, that was the key, and by his actions he was showing that he trusted her. The love she had for him and that had begun building since the start of this adventure only got stronger. Cautiously she approached him from behind. After what he had done for her earlier, she really wanted to please him as much as he had done for her. Not really sure of what she was going to do or how she was going to do it, she slowly stopped and stood directly behind his ivory colored well-toned ass cheeks.