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Something

By: BitterIchor



Serenity Walker walked along the halls of the small town high school with her shoulders slumped and a tired look in her eyes. The last few weeks had been very taxing. The 18-year old petite, short-haired brunette tomboy high school student had been outed two weeks ago in front of at least 20 people. She dropped her diary earlier that day, and by a cruel twist of fate, Roger Pearson had found it. Roger Pearson was the chief bully of the school and never missed an opportunity to torture someone. So when he found it, he read some rather...sensitive parts out loud in front of everyone within earshot. Most people already suspected Serenity to be a lesbian, since she had turned down every boy who had ever asked her out. Those kind of things encouraged that sort of speculation. But it was a world of difference between suspecting and knowing.

She had never been popular, but she had never felt as alone as she did right now. Everyone glanced at her and whispered when they saw her, some even giggled and turned their backs.

Thankfully, pretty much everyone was in class at the moment, so she was almost completely alone in the hall. 'Thank god for small mercies', she thought.

Serenity sighed loudly and pushed the door to the girls bathroom open and started towards the mirrors and sinks. But she suddenly noticed something in the corner of her eye. Someone was in the restroom. She cringed inwardly when she saw who it was. Cindy Jackson. If Roger Pearson was the chief bully of the school, she was the queen bitch of the school. She personified all the clichés, she was blonde, extremely attractive, busty and the head cheerleader. Despite Cindy being the same age as her, Serenity seldom had any contact with her, since the cheerleader was in social clique miles away from the one she herself occupied. Cindy was just putting out a cigarette out with the heel of her shoe when she noticed Serenity walk in.

"Well, well. If it isn't the dyke", Cindy snickered. "Shouldn't you be in class? Or maybe out licking some pussy?"

"My chemistry class was cancelled", Sereinity said quietly while going in the opposite direction of where Cindy stood.

Cindy started to walk towards her. "How nice for you then". 

Serenity glanced over her shoulder at the approaching girl and noticed a strange look in her eyes. Cindy was almost upon Serenity by now. She stopped right behind where Serenity now stood and washed her hands in a sink.

Serenity felt the other girl's presence behind her. Mentally, she steadied herself for what the assumed would be an unpleasant confrontation. She finished up and turned around to face Cindy. 

"Listen...", she said, but before she could get another word out, Cindy grabbed her by the arms and threw her up against a wall. Serenity tried to resist, but Cindy was the head cheerleader and in very good physical shape. The cheerleader pressed the other girl against the wall roughly and Serenity closed her eyes in the anticipation of the blow she assumed would follow.

But nothing happened. Serenity hesitantly opened her eyes and was a little shocked to see Cindy's face not more than a centimeter away from her own. She was even more shocked to see something completely different from the expected anger or hate in the other girl's eyes. She saw...lust. 

"What the hell is going on..", she thought just before Cindy quite aggressively pressed her lips against her own. 

Serenity was flabbergasted and opened her mouth slightly in surprise. Cindy's tongue instantly darted into her mouth. Serenity had never been kissed like this before, and she couldn't help but to respond to the kiss with more enthusiasm than she thought possible, given who it was she was kissing. Cindy was pressing her body tightly against Serenity and was kissing her fervently. She was almost whimpering. It was in that moment Serenity felt a hand work its way up her belly and enclose itself around her breast. Cindy's hand started to fondle her breast just as her lips left her own. Cindy started to lick and kiss her way down Serenity's neck until she reached the nape of her neck where she concentrated her efforts. That and the hand fondling her breast somewhat woke Serenity from her state of shock and she grabbed Cindy's hand and started to push the cheerleader away.

Cindy looked at her with surprise and then anger. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

Serenity responded slightly out of breath, "What do you mean 'what am I doing'? What the hell are YOU doing? You can't just...just...do that. I mean..." she trailed off, flustered.

Cindy grabbed Serenity by the face and once again leaned in as for a kiss, but instead she brought her mouth close to Serenity's ear and whispered, "I wonder what the rest of the school would do right now if I told them that you touched me inappropriately in the ladies bathroom".

Serenity gasped, "But...but, that's not true, it was YOU...I'd tell them...", but she was interrupted.

"Oh yeah? And who do you think they'd believe, hmm?", a smug tone had now crept into her voice. "Just do what you dykes do and make sure I'm satisfied and everything will be fine. Things might even get a little easier around here for you...". She finished with a lick to Serenity's earlobe.

Cindy leaned back and looked at the shocked girl. "Oh come on, I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one is watching. I know you find me attractive". 

The last part made Serenity blush. It was true. You'd have to be dead not to be attracted to Cindy. And she had indeed been featured in countless of Serenity's fantasies.

"So, what will it be?" Cindy demanded.

Serenity sighed, lowered her head and supplied the other girl with a tiny nod. This was all Cindy needed. She dragged the other girl into one of the small private bathrooms within the main restroom and locked the door behind them. She immediately renewed her oral assault on Serenity's neck. Her hand also returned to its previous place on Serenity's breast.

Serenity was overwhelmed. The sweet and perfumed smell of the other girl was intoxicating, and that combined with the fondling and kissing made her quite aroused. She was actually making out with Cindy Jackson! The thought ignited a fire in her lower belly. She tentatively raised her hand to Cindy's waist and slowly moved it upwards toward the blonde cheerleader's ample chest. When her hand reached its goal, she timidly squeezed and marvelled at the softness of it. 

As she continued her ministrations, she heard Cindy mumble, "Mmm, that's right. You like that, don't you, dyke..". With that Cindy raised her head and leaned in for a kiss. This time, Serenity met her halfway and returned the kiss enthusiastically.

After a few minutes of heated making out, Cindy suddenly stepped back half a step. She reached under her skirt and started hitching her pantied down. Serenity realized what was about to happen and got a nervous knot in her stomach. Cindy deposited her panties on the toilet seat, leaned back against the bathroom door and laid her hands on Serenity's shoulders and pressed downwards quite forcefully. 

"Get down on your knees.", Cindy commanded whilst pressing down. Serenity dropped to her knees in front of the cheerleader and looked tentatively up. Cindy looked down at her with eyes clouded by lust and lifted her skirt up and grabbed Serenity by the back of her head and unceremoniously pressed the girl's head into her crotch. 

"Come on..", she said forcefully, "lick my pussy. Do it!". Serenity had never had sex with a girl before, no matter what Cindy might think, but she couldn't exactly stop now. So she hesitantly started to lick the hairy slit in front of her. She pressed her tongue inside it and started to use her whole mouth in her endeavor. Cindy seemed to approve since she now panted and whimpered loudly while forcefully holding the kneeling girl's head between her legs with both her hands.

"Ohhh yes, oh, oh...oh fuck", the cheerleader chanted as she pressed the back of her head against the door behind her.

Serenity was really getting into this now. She loved the taste; salty but with a sweet overtone. 

"I could REALLY get used to this", she thought to herself. 

She closed her eyes and just concentrated on bringing as much pleasure to the girl in front of her as possible. She concentrated her efforts on the hard little nub at the top of the slit and assaulted the cheerleaders clit with tongue and mouth. Within a few minutes, Cindy's panting and chanting was starting to accelerate in speed and volume. Suddenly, she grabbed Serenity's head even more forcefully and pressed her mound against Serenity's mouth. Cindy's whole body shaked and Cindy banged her head against the closed door behind her whilst moaning loudly in pleasure. After a short while, the cheerleader's rigid body relaxed and she released her hold on Serenity's head. The now spent girl sank down on the floor and exhaled with a dreamy look on her face.

Serenity still kneeled when Cindy opened her eyes and regarded the other girl. Serenity had Cindy's juices smeared all around her mouth and she looked at Cindy with a questioning look on her face. Cindy smiled and opened her arms in invitation. Serenity crawled up in Cindy's arms and snuggled up in the nape of her neck.

In a somewhat breathless voice, Cindy said, "That was fucking amazing. You are one talented pussylicker".

"Thank you", Serenity replied, feeling absurdly pleased with herself.

Cindy abruptly stood up and gathered her panties, slid them on, unlocked the door and peeked out. When she saw that the coast was clear, she stepped out and went to the mirrors by the opposite wall. She straightened her clothing and fixed her hair, erasing all evidence of the sordid encounter.

Serenity approached her from behind and put her hand on the cheerleaders shoulder.

"What?", Cindy asked.

"Uhm, what happens now?", Serenity asked.

The answer was a little brusque, "It's quite simple: nothing. You were a good little dyke and did your part, so I see no reason not to uphold my part of the bargain."

"Oh.", Serenity said, feeling a little disappointed.

Cindy grabbed Serenity by the arm and looked her right in the eyes, "If you ever say anything about this to ANYONE, I'll make sure every second you spend on this school is laced with pain, do you understand?"

Serenity nodded and looked away.

"Good."

Cindy walked to the door leading out of the restroom. Serenity looked after her, hoping that Cindy would look back at her. And just as Cindy went through the door, she hesitated and looked over her shoulder at the other girl.

Serenity noticed something in the cheerleader's eyes in that brief glimpse. 

"Hmm..", she thought. Maybe things weren't as simple as Cindy claimed after all. Serenity cleaned herself up, cherishing that brief something, and felt a little better about her tryst with Cindy Jackson.

Something a Bit Adventurous



She was just kneeling on the bed, her eyes obscured by the cloth I'd tied there. I could tell she was nervous, she said she wanted to try something different and kinky; something more exciting. In recent months our love-making had become a little monotonous, we both thought it but she was the first to say it. In the dim room, lit by a single lamp on the bedside table, the only sound was our gentle, nervous breath. We had only had sex with each other; our bodies were the only ones we'd ever known. Even then we had never done something so adventurous, so different. 

"I want you to be one-hundred percent in control. Absolutely everything; I won't say no to anything." 

Her words were still humming over and over in my head as I watched her. In all honesty I had thought about suggesting this but she was the horny one in our pairing. She was still wearing her pyjamas and her black hair spilled down onto her pale shoulders. Her skin was very soft and very smooth.

"Take your top off." I instructed in a low voice, I was sitting in a chair near the bed. I saw her grin and slowly lift her top up, revealing her slim belly then her large, naked breasts. I love her tits; her nipples were large and pink, surrounded by her immense breasts. They weren't particularly perky but that just made cradling them and feeling their weight more satisfying. 

"Now the shorts." I said, I was pleasantly surprised by how easily I fell into the role of the master. She slid her small cotton shorts down her thighs then shifted her weight to slip them past her feet. Her underwear was a blue sheer material, through it I could make out her shaven pussy. The material was tight enough that it pulled between the lips slightly. Her waist had beautiful curve to it, she had an hourglass figure with large breasts and round hips. She was 19 but looked so much like a woman already, so beautiful and curvy. When we first met that's what caught me, That gorgeous curve in her long waistline.

"Touch your tits." I ordered. She obediently cupped her breasts and began to knead them gently. My cock was beginning to throb, seeing her touch herself like this turned me on. She began to stroke her nipples, pinching them lightly making them pucker up to stiffness. I watched her touch and stroke her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together. I looked down at her panties, there was a dark patch of moisture at her pussy's entrance, she was wet, very wet. 

"Take your underwear off." I said feeling my cock grow as I spoke. I saw some colour rise in her cheeks as she did as she was told and slid out of her panties. She was naked now except the blindfold across her eyes and a smile on her lips. 

"Touch your pussy. I want you to rub your clit" She ran her hands down from her breasts over her belly down to her pussy. She spread her legs more allowing both hands access between her legs, each index finger rubbed along her labia then pulling her lips apart. With one hand holding her lips akimbo the other began to stroke her large clitoris. She began to moan softly. I could see her body squirm as she touched her moist sex. I was hard now, my boxers tented up in my lap. I rubbed the head of my cock through my underwear.

"That's good. Finger yourself now." I said softly. She groaned in excitement and her mouth hung open as she pushed a finger into her warm pussy, she began to work it in and out of her wet opening. I was beginning to drool watching her, I had never done anything like this but I loved the sensation of being so in control of her. She pushed a second finger into her pussy and a squishing sound began to pulse in the room. Her free hand cupped her left breast firmly.

"Ohh." She cooed. She was going to come soon.

"Stop." I announced "Put your arms out in front of you" I ordered 

"Hold them out right now". She reluctantly stretched her arms out leaving her quivering cunt unattended to.

"Please let me come. I'm so fucking wet I have to come or I'll explode." She pleaded, panting heavily

"I said finger yourself, not make yourself come." I said. I felt weird doing this. Normally my number one priority was to make her come again and again but here I was stopping her one stroke from orgasm. I stood up and took the waist-belt out of my bathrobe. I tied it around one of her wrists then the other, firmly holding them together. I licked her wet fingers before I gently tugged on the loose end of the belt, pulling her down to the bed spread on all fours. I tied the loose end around the bed rail. Her ass was nice and round, poked up into the air. Very lightly I traced my finger up her spine from the top of her butt crack to the back of her neck; she shivered feeling me touch her finally. She cooed quietly.

I walked around the bed to the other side where her butt was. I liked her in this position. Her pussy was glistening in the dim light just waiting to be touched, begging for it. Above that; the rosebud of her butthole sitting between her two creamy cheeks. I leant forward and blew very gently. She shivered and giggled a little at the cold air touching her naked holes. The skin there broke into goosebumps and she moaned very lowly in anticipation.

"Have you been naughty?" I asked.

"Yes." She said. I grinned

"Are you a naughty girl?"

"Yes. Very naughty." she said, her voice was growing in anticipation.

"Do you know happens to naughty girls?" I asked dryly.

"No. What happens to naughty girls?" She asked softly. I spanked her firmly across her right ass cheek, she cried out in surprise and flinched. The pale skin I struck began to come up in a red hand print. I spanked her again, harder this time. She hummed through her lips in decadent pleasure. I paused and switched hands. I slowly rubbed her left butt cheek before slapping it. Again she cried out and flinched against her restraint.

I ran my hand up from her butt to her neck then back down again, planting another firm hand across her delicate skin. I went to the bedside table; in a shoe box were a couple sex toys we used sometimes, as well as lube and condoms. I took out the vibrating bullet and walked back to her ass. I pushed the tiny toy inside of her; she moaned finally feeling her pussy being touched. I trailed the remote's wire from her pussy around to her head, as I walked I lightly ran my hand up her elegant curve. Standing there I pulled my boxers down causing my cock to spring up and pulse.

"You're going to suck my cock now." I said. She nodded, I positioned the tip of my cock on her lips and as she opened them to take me in, I flicked the switch on the remote. She flinched and moaned loudly. I slowly pushed my cock into her waiting mouth, letting her warm tongue taste each inch of me. I groaned as I filled her mouth, then slowly withdrew. I turned the wheel on the bullet remote to increase the vibrations. She moaned accordingly and I pushed back into her mouth. Her lips reverberated around my shaft, I liked when she moaned while sucking me.

I gripped the back of her head and began to thrust into her mouth, each stroke going deeper and deeper. The deeper I went the more I turned up the vibrations. She was groaning and gasping around my cock. Soon her nose was pressed against my trimmed pubic hair, the head of my cock was being squeezed by her throat. She gagged and I pulled all the way out, bringing a long string of thick spit with it. She gasped and drooled.

She moaned. I decided to let her have this orgasm, on one condition. I pushed my cock back into her mouth and in shallow thrusts of her mouth I fucked my cock between her lips. She moaned and squealed as she came with my pulsing cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. I pulled back from her and watched her squirm from her orgasm as the bullet rumbled inside her pussy. I maxxed out the vibrations and watched her buck and twitch for moment before I switched it off.

I walked around to her ass again bringing the remote with me. I pulled the slippery object out of her sopping opening. Her juices were running down her thighs and her body had broken into sweat. I hooked my hands around her knees and pulled them out from under her. She fell onto her stomach with her legs together. Since she orgasmed the room was filled with the scent of her cum. I spanked her again and she cried out.

"Oh, please stop teasing me. I can't take it anymore. Just fuck me. Fuck my pussy as hard as you can and just come everywhere. I'm so fucking horny, I never been so wet. God, please just fuck me" she whimpered. I was throbbing intensely hearing how much she wanted my dick inside her molten cunt. "Ask again" I said softly

"Oh please fuck me. I just want you to come inside my pussy. I want you to spank me and fuck me"

I laughed quietly. I reached across to the box and retrieved the bottle of lube. I squeezed a dollop of it out onto the bullet. I spread it around with one finger, with the leftovers I slicked up her tight, tiny rosebud. She pulled away from me. I'd never done anything to her asshole except for one time when I accidently stuck my fingertip inside her. I could tell she was nervous.

"Uh-uh" I said, I leant over her and whispered in her ear "You said you wouldn't say no to anything. Just relax" She groaned in anticipation. I slowly pushed the slippery little vibrator into her butthole. She let out a deep, guttural moan feeling such a new sensation. I turned the remote on and set it on a low setting.

"Holy shit that feels weird" She moaned. I straddled her ass and put my hands on her cheeks. My aching cock fell to her pussy. It was wetter than any time I'd ever felt and she must have been close to flashpoint, the heat that rose from those hot pink lips was indescribable. I pushed, slowly poking my veiny cock inside her. This was my favourite position to have her in, when we fucked like this she had the wildest orgasms ever. I was halfway in now when I picked up the remote and turned up the revs. She pushed her face into the bedspread and squealed.

"Oh fuck!" She said. I thrust my full length into her pussy. There was a squishing sound as I began to pump in and out of her. I spanked her and turned up the bullet again. Immediately I felt her pussy clamp up around me, squeezing like a vice.

"Oh, goddamn it. Ohhh fuck. Yes, yes, oh fucking shit!" She squealed. I pumped faster and maxxed out the little toy. I could feel it vibrating against my cock through her flesh. I spanked her again on the opposite side. I lay forward with my chest against her back. Her body was sticky with sweat. I was getting close to coming. I pumped hard and deep into her pussy sending a squelch out with each thrust. 

"Oh fuck. You're gunna make me come again. I'm getting close" She groaned. She was so animalistic and uninhibited. I'd never seen her so horny, so wild. My hips were like a blur, I was so desperate to come. I wanted to fill her with my hot jizz. I felt her buck and shiver underneath me.

"Oh Fuuucckkk. Yes, yes, yes. Oh my fucking God. Ah Yes!" She screamed into the bed, her voice was becoming hoarse from her constant moaning and growling. I'd never heard an orgasm like this one. I'd made her scream a little before but this was insane. I'm lucky no one called the cops suspecting murder or something. She squealed with unrestrained pleasure.

Seconds later my I came. My balls shot up to my body and exploded cum deep inside her pussy. I pumped and pumped, I didn't know my body had that much cum in it I think I went up a couple hat sizes I'd come so hard and so fast. I groaned in delight. My cock pulsed and throbbed for a few seconds deep inside her, swimming in a wash of our cum. I straightened up and turned off the bullet. I gently extracted it from her twitching ass hole and withdrew my cum drenched cock from her cunt. I stood up and a river of pearly come drooled from her swollen opening. I walked around and pulled undid her restraints and undid her blindfold. 

Her eyes were green, beautiful and infinitely intricate. I loved them more than anything in the world. No matter how hot the sex was, nothing made my heart beat like her eyes. I kissed her.

"That-was-amazing" She panted, smiling. I flopped onto the bed beside her.

"It really was" I sighed. My dick was throbbing, still dribbling cum. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. 

"I think we should switch things up for next time" She said kissing me again

"Sure thing"

"I love you" She said.

"I love you too" I said, staring into her emerald eyes "I really need a shower" I sighed

"You might have to carry me there. I'm a bit rubbery in the legs baby" She laughed

We both laughed and kissed again before cleaning up and going to bed, holding each other close. Knowing we'd discovered something new and exciting to share together.



Something a Little Different



Sitting in the coffee shop....the same one that I sit in five mornings a week, drinking my coffee, feeling the day dawn in front of me. Pondering just what today might hold in store for me. I hold the letter in front of me...rereading it...want to get it right. 

I have been reading a new letter each Monday for the last 6 months. Most of them are along the same theme. Meet new people...one each week...learn to live again. I belong to a unique group. It is for shy folks like me...too shy to even attend a group meeting. 

Each week on Monday an inspirational letter arrives, sometimes with instructions for the next day, sometimes just a note with some feel good motivational message. Most times, I read the letters but freeze before I can act on them. Yesterdays letter was different. More detailed, more direct, no veiled innuendos, no feel good message...just a get out and do set of instructions.

So,here I am...the same as usual but so different. I dressed as the letter told me to, am sitting in my usual seat and watching the people as they come and go,carefully scanning the crowd...looking for the person that is described in the letter. Shrinking into my chair, my breath catches. 

There he is, at the counter...he is ordering a coffee with milk and a croissant. He is in his mid fifties, has a suit jacket on...striped tie and a briefcase held casually in his left hand. The fingers that grip the handle are ring-less. 

Silently praying that he leaves, because the letter states that he must sit facing me...I watch his every step. Averting my eyes as he turns towards me, I fiddle with the top button of my blouse...will I be brave enough to follow the letter's directions this time? 

Issuing a hard sigh from between my lips, I can only stare in amazement as he sits opposite me at the next table...in full view. The sounds of the café are silent to my ears, as my fingers undo the top three buttons on my blouse, smiling as I see him look at me...his eyebrows raised. 

My face flushes a scarlet colour as I pull the hem of my skirt up over my thigh, parting my legs...letting my pussy show...just the edges, my lips tightly clenched...hiding the treasures inside from view.

He cocks his head to one side and grins mischievously, winking at me as I lick my lips, wetting them, gone dry from sucking air across my clenched teeth. I gasp in alarm as he rises from his seat, lazily hooks his briefcase with his left hand again, holds his coffee cup and croissant in his other and sits down at my table. He doesn't say a word. 

He just sits there smiling at me...his coffee growing cold...the croissant untouched as I forge boldly ahead and let my blouse gape open. The rounded edges of my breasts clearly visible, and my nipples growing as he continues to stare at me. My hard nipples strain against the thin fabric of my blouse, no bra...they are being teased into a state of raw nerves with every movement of my shirt.

My pussy lips are moving on their own...the heavy load of lubricating juices that are pooled behind them demanding to be released...I suck in a sharp breath as I feel them part, the moisture seeping along, dampening my thighs. 

He shuffles his chair in tight to the table and reaches across to caress the exposed flesh of my heaving left globe, trailing his fingers lower to lightly brush my taut nipple. My back arches, head lolling back, as my eyes close, I am lost to the intensity of the moment. His foot unshod, probes my pooling liquid, toes slipping easily between my pussy lips, finding my button, the button that controls me. 

And then right there in the middle of the coffee shop....I am cummmmmmmming and cumming hard. I close my eyes tightly, his fingers biting into my tender nipple, his toes wriggling my clit into a swollen spasming knot of pleasure. Silent screams rip the air...unheard by anyone save me...they resonate in my head...filling my mind with an orchestra of sounds.

His toes delivering such amazing feelings to my clit...it continues to dance sending shower after shower of electrical emissions through me...my tortured nipple a mass of quivering flesh as the orgasm rips into me....through me....carrying me along atop the crest of its wave....finally ebbing and waning as I open my eyes, gasping as I look at him.

His toes finally still, I wince as he pulls them away. His eyes locked with mine, he bends to fix his foot. Leaving the coffee and croissant untouched, he glances at his watch, rises , collects his briefcase and walks away, turning at the doorway to wink in my direction. A sly smile passes fleetingly along his full curved lips and he is gone. 

Clutching the letter to my breast, my lips parted slightly, curved into a goofy grin. I gather my belongings, stand on wobbly legs, pull down my skirt and walk the short distance to my home. Looking forward to next Mondays letter.



Something a Little Different



She stands in the doorway and watches him sleep, his strong body curled up on its side. He had put her through hell today, with all his teasing and tormenting, and that incessant grin of his, and now was her chance for payback...

Slipping quietly into the bedroom, she stops at the end of the bed with a sly smirk on her face. As she tip-toes around to the side of the bed she stoops down to take out the cuffs from underneath, then leans over the bed and nimbly wraps the leather cuffs around his wrists, careful not to wake him. Trying ever so hard not to make any noise, she moves down to his feet and does the same to them. Nudging his feet apart with her small hands, she crawls up between his strong legs, places a hand on his broad shoulder and moves him over onto his back. She notices him stir and lean up to whisper against his ear "Just relax Daddy, I'm going to take care of you".

Smiling as she feels the tension ease out of his body, she edges slowly back down to his knees and quickly grip his ankles, hoisting them up to meet his wrists. As she clicks the cuffs together - right ankle to right wrist, and left to left - his eyes flare open suddenly and she looks up and catches his gaze with a grin "Hai Daddy, you look a little caught up there"

She giggles and reaches into the side drawer for some of those wicked toys he has hidden there. Holding up the nipple clamps (with strings attached), a cock ring, some lube and a glass dildo, she whispers wickedly "and now it's play time".

He growls as he gains his bearings and grasps his predicament "Remind me to not play fair and instigate you more often"

Spreading his thighs wider for her, he watches as she eyes his turgid, throbbing, bobbing cock and draws a deeper breath as he waits for the fun to really begin. She chuckles softly and lifts her bright eyes to his "Yeah, I knew there wasn't a lot I could do to you, that you wouldn't like"

Quickly she leans up and pinches both of his nipples, watching the pleasure roll across his face "Are you sure you're ready, Daddy?"

With a quick nod of his head, she takes the clamps in each hand and boldly attaches them, to the now erect buds, and smiles as she watches his body tense and his teeth grit "Hmmm, but where to attach these"

She gives a firm tug at the attached strings as she ponders to herself "the toes are too obvious, since that's what you do to me...ohhhhh I know"

Keeping the string taut, she quickly ties them off around his heavy balls, nudging his thighs apart, as they close in instinctively. She plucks at each of the strings, just to hear him growl, "Mmmmmm, look at you all tied up, but we're not done just yet, are we? I haven't used one of these before, I wonder what effect it will have"

She reaches for the cock ring, and fiddles with the clasp "Oooo I can make it super tight!"

Winking up at him, she takes his cock in one hand, gives a firm squeeze, and wraps the ring around with the other, snapping it into place. "Look at that! It's made you swell even more Daddy!"

Lowering her head and she runs her tongue across the leaking head of his cock, lapping at the precum and enjoying the way his body is already straining from the sharp pain and restriction. She cups his balls and give a firm tug, watching his eyes flare, then roll back into his head "Ooh, right, those have attachments today!"

She giggles softly and sits back on her knees, rolling the glass dildo in her hand, and applying a thick coating of lube to it "Nowww, what to do with this....."

"Oh whoops!" she squeals and rolls her eyes "I forgotted something, didn't I?" She places the dildo carefully on the top of the drawers and wipes the lube off her hands onto his abdomen, before slipping off the bed. "We can't have you moving all about the place, I don't want a black eye, or any other injuries that your wayward limbs may inflict"

Quickly, she moves up to the head of the bed and grips his right wrist, tugging his leg with it, and clips the ring into the hook he had installed in the bedhead "Who would have guessed that we'd use these on you first, hmm?"

Giggling softly, she climbs over the bed to the other side and attaches his left arm and leg "There we go, nice and secure! And look at that view!"

She casts her eyes over his lifted butt, his exposed asshole, his turgid shaft and engorged nipples, her tongue running quickly over her lips "Mmmm mmm yummy. Oh, you need another pillow under your head, so you can see what's happening!"

Purposely she moves up between his strong legs, her thigh pressing in against his groin and her breasts banging against the nipple clamps as she tucks another pillow in behind his head "There, much better" she states as she gives the taut strings another tug, then sits back again to admire her handy work "Perfect."

She reaches over to the side, puts some more lube in her hand and pick up the cool glass dildo, rolling it in the slippery fluid "Nowwww, where was I? Oh, that's right."

Holding the glass in her right hand, she runs a coated finger, from her left, down from his balls to his puckered arsehole, circling it slowly "Is this what you'd like Daddy? Hmmm?" She watches in delight as he squirms and nods his head, every little movement causing the strings to tighten and his cock to strain more.

"Well, I'm not going to give it to you" She grins up at him, her eyes sparkling bright, before turning around on the bed, inching her arse back towards him and uses another finger to trace her arsehole instead. Coating it in the lube, she slowly pushes the digit in deep, a low growl spilling from her lips. Moving the finger in and out with practiced speed, she turns her head to look at him "How are you doing there, Daddy?"

She eases the finger from her tight hole and grips her arse cheek firmly, pulling it aside, as she moves her right hand back and places the thick piece of slick glass at her hole, and begins to push "I'm going to make you watch me instead, and you can't do a thing" With that, she drops her left forearm to the mattress in front of her, tilts her arse higher and drives the thick rod inside her with a loud groan, every nodule of it causing a gasp and whimper from her lips. "Oh Daddy, it feels so good..."

Dazedly he lifts his gaze to her and licks at his lips "Now... now you've got a proper grasp of how to not play fair." He strains and rolls and growls as the clamps tighten and his cock throbs excitedly as he watches her claim her arse in such a delicious way.

She purrs and rolls her hips slowly, her arse moving in circles within his field of view as she draws the, now warmed, glass in and out of that forbidden treasure "Didn't think I was going to leave it at just tying you up, did you?"

Shaking his head, he holds his mouth closed with a bite at his lip. Flexing his toes and stretching his legs as far as the bindings will allow to give her the full effect of his predicament. The head of his cock glistening as it drools with precum, the color darkening within its confines. Balls cold and aching and his arse jealous of his view. Wedging the dildo deep in her arse she turns slowly to face him, a whimper spilling from her lips as it shifts inside her. She leans in and flicks her tongue at the base of his cock, her eyes locked on his "Must be so frustrating not getting what you want, hmm?"

Reaching back to grab the end of the rod, she begins to pump it in and out of that hole he loves to fuck, her breasts swaying against his arse cheeks, and her eyes glazing over with lust. "Frustrating, and satisfying all the same. Delicious torture." He draws a sharp breath and arches toward her, fighting the tight clamps as he tries to touch her mouth with his turgid member. Pulling back and she shakes her head, with a smirk "You know that's not how you ask for something." She lifts her free hand and flicks a finger against the messy head of his cock.

He chuckles out a mischievous growl "You're not the only one capable of being a difficult brat, ya know." He flares his eyes wickedly "Oops. I mean, yes Mine"

Biting back a giggle, she withdraws the slicked up dildo from her arse, with a plop and a groan, brandishes it in front of him for a moment, then places it back on the drawers, before sitting back on the tender spot and casting her eyes over his displayed form with her arms crossed in front of her. "So?"

"So. Do with me what you will, Mine. Your boy wishes to please you." He relaxes his posture a bit and gazes upon the beauty of her naked form. "I am but a tool to your whims in this position."

She taps her lips and thinks for a bit "I think I might just sit here and watch you squirm for a bit." She reaches forward and grips his balls in her palm, digging her nails into the back as she tugs them away from his body. He tips his head back and draws a deep breath of painful pleasure and gasps "As you wish, Mine. As it pleases you." He mutters off to the side as the tug and pinch pulls at his nipples.

Pinching at the flesh underneath his heavy sac, she leans in and whispers, "What was that? Couldn't quite hear you." 

He replies, "I said, Christ fuck these things are vicious" then licks his lips through a drunken gaze 

"More please?"

"More, hmmm? Certainly mine, we can do more." She leans over to the side of the bed, her hand still wrapped around his nuts, and hunts around in the drawer for what she needs 

"Ahhh here we go!" She wriggles back up onto her knees again, releases him, as she notices the grimace on his face and sets about preparing "more".



Something about a Big Desk



Garret Homestead, seven year professor of modern poetry, was a young thirty-three, with understated rimless glasses, and plaid flannel shirts. He always had tea before class and always wore his shoulder-length hair down, constantly flipping it back in class with this fingers as he lectured about syntax and alliteration. His light beard suited him well, working naturally with his smile. Most of his students loved his class, and those who don't dropped out immediately. Professor G-Man, as some if his students playfully named him, was calm and collected, but still passionate. When he read, he read from deep within. And he reached a core with his audience, even if they were just a bunch of college kids. They were moved. And they read some goddamn poetry. Because as fun as the class was, Homestead still didn't fuck around.

But his students didn't mind. They had to study of course, but they were so involved, they knew it back and forth. However, not one of his students had ever been so enamored with the class that they came for every single elective class he taught. Except for Reilly Athamek.

Reilly had a brilliant mind, filled with imagination and a gift for description. She could give you the history of a teacup in a sonnet, and the love of a flower from the view of a bee. A magnificent student and human being, she and Garret had many long conversations over Reilly's four year college career.

And today was her last day as his student. The exam was over, and of course she was the first to turn hers in. With a perky little smile as she waved and sashayed out the door. 

Forty-five minutes later, once he called pens down, and asked everyone to give up their exams, he started to pack up for the day, turning out the light for the classroom, and heading to his office. That was when Reilly showed up, still as grinning as she always was. Always so vivacious.

"Hey, I hope you didn't breeze too quickly through it."

She laughed a little. "I didn't I promise. I hope you like the free write. Nice touch by the way. Letting us do our thing. I think it stumped a few others as some weird reverse psychology thing."

This time, he laughed. "Well I look forward to reading it. You have an interesting way of pouring out your mind."

"Well, you're my last exam for the year, and I'm really curious to figure out my average, so if you can give me a call as soon as you're finished grading, I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure. I'll do that."

"Thanks, Professor."

"You can call me Garret now. I'm not your teacher anymore." he said with a grin.

"Garret." was all she said as she walked away. Why did I say that? he thought. Shaking his head, he walked the flight of stairs to his fairly spacious office.

Thankfully the soundproof door and walls kept him from jabbing a letter opener in his eye when the cleaning crew came to buff the floor. He hated that sound.

After almost two hours, he finally got to the last question of his last paper. Reilly's free write poem.

Double, double Lust and trouble Loins burn and Passion bubbles

Something wicked this way comes.

He stared at the page for a while. Oh, what to do now. He could call her, and let her down easily, tell her it wouldn't work out. Or he could just do it. She was more than an adult, and they were more than student and teacher. They had become friends. He'd known other professors to go after even freshman students. But he just didn't think of himself as the type of guy to do it.

A small voice in his mind said, She's technically not your student. And she's not like the other students. She's special. She's special to me.

He found that he couldn't grade her final free write poem. Not without talking to her about it first. Until it was graded she was still his student. So he was going to treat her like one.

He called her and asked her to meet him in his office. She'd fixed her hair, done her make-up, and changed into a revealing black loose-knit sweater and a short miniskirt. The slit on the side showed that she was wearing thigh high stockings. His body couldn't help but react. And she reveled in it. She drank his barely restrained control all in.

"You wanted to talk to me about my poem?" she asked, twirling her hair, girlishly.

"Close the fucking door, Reilly." She looked a little hurt as she sheepishly shut the heavy door behind her.

He held up the last page of her exam. "What the fuck is this? This is completely inappropriate. I mean I know that we are friends, but as your teacher I cannot condone this at all, ever. Not to mention it's not even you're fucking poem!"

She looked him straight in the eyes. "I was following your instructions."

"What the fuck? What are you talking about?"

"You said that for the free write to think about what was really driving us. What is it that we constantly think about? Remember? What is it that we eat, drink, and breathe? I am always thinking about sex." she said looking down. Then glanced back to say terrified, "Always thinking about it with you."

Garret just stared back at her, breathing deeply, trying to process everything. And the growing urge to give in to her, to just get it done with and out of his system was looking more and more like a good option. But she's still my student. Shit.

"Reilly-"

"Look, I know, I'm your student. And even though I'm technically not after this last exam, you wouldn't feel right about it. That's part of what gets me so worked up about you. Your respect, for everyone you've ever met. It just... it makes me want to jump you mid-lecture."

He tried to speak but, no sound was coming out. She was right, everything she said was absolutely right. She had said everything for him. She knew him so well.

All of a sudden his mind started a civil war with itself. Half of him was screaming to fuck her against the door right there. No one would hear, the janitor is listening to latin rap, and if I need I can cover her mouth, he thought, a little naughtily. His other half was screaming just as loudly, Uh-uh, big professional no-no, and four years as friends or not, you cannot trust this girl with your career. Bad, bad idea. Just bad.

Reilly just stared at him, looking like she might cry at any moment. Maybe from sadness, maybe from embarrassment, maybe both. He had to make a decision before she ran out the door. The last thing he wanted was for her to fall into a depression over her poetry professor. He stepped right in front of her, still indecisive as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist and neck.

He looked down at the ground and shakily exhaled as he said, "What the hell am I about to do?"

She ran her fingers into his hair, prompting him to look at her, eye to eye, the silence nearly tangible as they both struggled to speak. He gasped slightly as her fingertip ran over the nape of his neck.

"You're about to fuck your student." she said calmly before kissing his lips gently. Then she reached down to her hemline. "In your office." She pulled on his tie as she moved backwards. "On your big, hard, wide... desk." Upon the last word, Reilly hopped up onto his dark mahogany desk, and wrapped her shapely legs around his, running her stockinged feet over his pressed slacks. She put her wet, sweet smelling black thong in his hand. He looked at it in his hand, dropped it on the ground, and with one hand unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erect member. He picked Reilly up and gently pushed her against the door, lifted her knees to around his back, entering into her with one fluid motion, making her nearly scream as he got his grip around her thighs.

"Oh my God, where did you learn to fucking do that?"

"Practice." He said with a smile and a few quick thrusts, causing her to squeal. "Mmm. Oh, Reilly. I don't know why but something about you is just irresistible."

"Oh! Ooh!" she cried as he fucked her against the heavy wooden door. "What does that mean?" she asked with a sexy smile when he gave her a chance to breathe.

"It means," he said, fucking slowly, making her emit small moans with each motion, "that over the course of our acquaintance, you have never been too far from my mind, and I know I really want to fuck you too." He really dug deep into her when he said 'fuck'.

"I don't care if you took my classes all over again. I will never regret this. Even if I lose my job. You are so fucking worth it." This made her really beam.

"You will never have to worry about me. My lips will be too busy being wrapped around your cock. If you'll have me after today."

He chuckled as he kept pounding into her, making her breasts jiggle under her shirt. "I think I'll have you several times. Hopefully a few of them later today. If you'll have me again." He stopped, let her onto the floor, and started unzipping her miniskirt, revealing her bare sex, the black lace from her stockings just below her hairless pussy. And that peach-shaped ass was a thing of absolute beauty. He loved every curve of her, and as she unbuttoned her sweater, and slowly slid it off of her arms, revealing her bare breasts falling to their natural place. He was taking off his shirt, and he noticed Reilly leaning against his mahogany desk again, starting to roll off her luscious stockings. He got on his knees in front of her and stopped her hand where it was.

"Nope. These stay on." He roll the stocking back up and slowly moved his finger lightly, up between her legs, playing with her pussy lips like feathers. He licked at her a few times, just to tease her a little, making her moan. After a few minutes, she groaned almost exasperatedly.

"Are you going to fuck me again or what?"

He stopped what he was doing. "Oh I'm so sorry. Isn't somebody impatient?"

"I'm sorry, but every time I come in here, whenever you talk to me about a paper or a poem or a book, all I can think of while I listen to your voice is you bending me over this desk," at this she spread out over all of his mess of papers. "And whispering in my ear while you fuck me."

"Oh really?" he asked, slowly walking towards the desk, Reilly standing up straight in front of him. Garret's penis was still at attention, as were Reilly's nipples. He put his hands on her waist, and leaned in for a soft, sweet kiss on her parted lips, slowly, gently slipping in his tongue. Once the kiss was over, he flipped her around and bent her on his desk, pushing himself back into her with ease, and a long satisfied moaning sigh."Oh that never gets old. Oh fuck yes."

He started to rock his hips back and forth getting a good rhythm and constantly changing angle of entrance into her, making her buck wildly against his cock, making it that much better for the both of them. He grabbed hold of her long dark hair and held her upper body down against the desk top. His other hand went to her ass, which he softly caressed and grasped at the curve. "Mmmm. That is a fine firm ass you got, Reilly." he said in a husky voice, right before giving her ass cheek a nice audible slap, that he was confident absolutely no one could hear on the outside.

He fucked her harder as she moaned with each consecutive slap. "Mmm, yeah, you really like that, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Oh! Oh! Uh! Uhh! Oooh!! Oh fuck my pussy harder, Garret." Oh she wants it harder. Okay then.

He grabbed her hip, still holding her by the neck with his other hand. He started slowly, softly, gentle, like it was her first time, like he didn't want to hurt her. And then he slowly starts upping his pace, making faster strokes, harder thrusts, and really slamming his dick into her like a jackhammer. And she kept moaning louder and louder until while he was still pumping and not ready to quit, she was no longer moaning but screaming, pretty loudly, even through his cupped hand. By the time, her rolling orgasm was over, she was buckling at the knees like a newborn giraffe. He flipped her over and laid her on top of all of his papers, slipping into her again, raising his right knee onto the desk under her left thigh. Rock hard and in desperate need of release, he kept pumping into her, changing tempo, rhythm, and technique every couple of minutes, he could feel the surge in his pelvis. He pulled out of her and said, "Get on your knees." which she instantly obeyed, despite obvious exhaustion from rough sex. Without prompt, she pumped his thick member into her mouth, her wet tongue flicking over the head of his cock, licking softly all over the shaft, he was cumming within a few minutes. She swallowed his load and sat there on his office carpet, recuperating. 

As they got dressed, they looked at each other, both knowing the other wanted more. But there was always the requisite post-graduation celebration.

"So what about my poem?" asked Reilly.

"I think it will do. You got a B plus. Congratulations graduate."

"B Plus? I hope that was just for the exam."

"Oh trust me, it was."



Something About A Man



My husband Steve and I have been married for seven years. We both have ravenous sexual appetites. At the start of our relationship we agreed to always share our deepest sexual desires and fantasies with one another. This was our way of keeping our bedroom life from becoming stale.

We’ve had many erotic adventures over the past seven years: from golden showers and bondage, to engaging in a threesome with my best friend Kim. All of the experiences were extremely pleasurable, but seven years and numerous sex-scapades later, I still had the nagging feeling that Steve had never been truly satisfied the way he would like to be.

The feeling grew even stronger for me after Steve returned from a weekend trip with his friends, Marcus and Dan. Dan had somehow managed to get his hands on some tickets to a pro- baseball game, and naturally Marcus and Steve jumped at the chance to go.

After three nights of sleeping alone in our big king size bed, I was more than ready for Sunday night to arrive. When I saw Dan’s car pull into our driveway, and I heard Steve’s familiar call of “I’ll catch you guys later,” I set my plan into motion.

I searched through our box of toys, and I found a pair of edible panties. I slipped them on and prayed that my quivering thighs wouldn’t cause the tender strings of licorice to snap before their time. I grabbed a can of whipped cream from the fridge and my fuzziest blanket and made myself comfortable on the sofa.

When Steve opened the door, it was like seeing him for the first time again. His t-shirt clung to his muscular arms and abs like I so desperately wanted to. His bronze arms seemed to explode with sinewy muscle as he picked up both of his suitcases and set them in the foyer. I could see the faint outline of a hard on through his snug fitting jeans, and I knew he would love what I had in store for him.

As he came over and leaned into me, the weight of his body sent shivers down my spine. We shared a welcome home kiss, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I peeled back my blanket to reveal myself spread eagle, nude- except for my edible panties-awaiting Steve’s rock hard cock to fill me up.

Steve let out a gentle moan as his lips continued to massage mine. His right hand found my breast and my back arched in feline like fashion. As I arched my back even farther, to offer my rock hard nipples to his waiting lips, he backed away suddenly. He covered me back up with my blanket, and he sweetly brushed my hair away and kissed me on my forehead.

He told me I looked beautiful lying there, but tonight, more than anything, he wanted to simply lie in bed and fall asleep holding me. 

I knew that we agreed to always be honest concerning our sexual feelings, but just for tonight I wished he would have thrown honesty to the wind and just fucked me.

I fell asleep that night with his strong arms around me, and I soon forgot my disappointment earlier.

At four a.m. I was awakened by sounds in the bathroom. I turned over to wake Steve and have him go check things out, but he was nowhere in sight. I eased out of bed, went over to the slightly ajar bathroom door, and peeked in.

Steve was rummaging through his suitcase he had brought home earlier. He pulled out a blue t-shirt and held it up. The initials SJH were stamped on the front. I knew I’d seen the shirt before, and at that moment I realized where. SJH stood for Spartan Junior High; the school where Marcus taught science and coached the basketball team.

Steve held the shirt to his face and inhaled deeply. He suddenly bent over slightly, slipped off his underwear, and sat down on the toilet with his legs open wide.

He firmly grasped what was now the biggest erection I’d ever seen him have. He began to jack off like a mad man was holding a gun to his head and daring him to miss one stroke. All the while he held the shirt to his face and inhaled deeply with his eyes closed. He began to moan, and I couldn’t clearly make out what he was saying, but I’m sure at some point he said: “Oh yeah baby, fuck my hole.”

I continued to watch as he quickly shot a load of hot semen into the nice blue shirt. I turned and quietly scurried back into bed. I knew then what I had to do.

The next day while Steve was at work I decided to call Marcus. I knew him well enough to know that any man who told my husband where to find harnesses and handcuffs cheap had to be a pretty open minded guy.

I started out our conversation innocently enough. Asking if he’d enjoyed his weekend trip. I could tell he wondered why I was calling, so I told him there was no reason to beat around the bush. I reminded him of the sexual openness that Steve and I enjoyed in our marriage, and he said he recalled Steve telling them that. He had thought Steve was one lucky bastard, he said. I couldn’t think of a really tactful way to put it, so I just blurted it out.

“Would you be interested in watching Steve and I get it on?”

I couldn’t believe I’d just said “get it on”, but it seemed a bit more ladylike than “fuck.”

There was a slight pause on the line, followed by a gasp, and then Marcus’s eager response.

“Oh yes! I’d love to see that tight pussy get banged, and watch those sweet little freckled titties shake.” 

The line went silent again, but it was soon broken by Marcus, who said he thought he was going to launch into orbit right there.

We continued our talk and I shared a few more details with him. Before long we’d made plans for the following weekend, and I couldn’t wait.

I teased Steve all week about the surprise I had waiting for him on Friday night. He seemed intrigued by it all, but at times I caught him looking at me with a raised eyebrow of suspicion.

I assured him that this was nothing like some of my previous surprises; and, in particular, it was nothing like the time I got a new car without telling him.

By the time Friday evening rolled around I was ready to explode. I took a nice, long bubble bath and prepared myself for the events of the night.

At eight p.m., as I noticed Steve was getting a little fidgety, I asked him to run out and rent a video. I told him I’d planned a romantic evening at home and to hurry back. He seemed pleased that my surprise wasn’t going to cost him anymore than a two dollar rental fee, and he happily went on his way.

I phoned Marcus and told him to hurry up and get to the house while Steve was out. I went to the bedroom and prepared everything. When Marcus arrived, I shoved him into the bathroom and told him to wait there until his cue.

When Steve came back, I met him at the door wearing nothing but an open robe. I took the video from his hand and threw it on the sofa and led him to our bedroom.

I dropped my robe and lay down on the bed. I spread my arms and legs wide for Steve to climb inside. I looked into his eyes, and with all of the sexiness I could muster in my anticipatory state, I told him to take me.

He quickly undressed and slid himself on top of me. His mouth found my tender nipples, and he began to suck. I allowed myself to lose control for only a moment, and then I said: “Now it’s time for your real surprise. We have a voyeur with us tonight.”

Right on cue, Marcus came out of the bathroom. I felt Steve’s body tense up atop mine.

Marcus sat down in the chair I’d placed in the corner. Steve looked dumbstruck. Marcus sat there, completely naked, and I knew it was up to me to get things started.

“So Steve,” I said, “How do you like your little surprise?”

“Oh I love it!” He gushed. “There’s nothing I like better than performing for an audience; that really gets me going.”

He continued to suck on my nipples, and I could feel the head of his cock separating my pussy lips, looking for my moist hole.

I whispered into his ear that there was more of his surprise to come.

I motioned for Marcus to come join us. Marcus stood by the bed watching Steve, and I handed him a condom. He slipped it over the head of his enormous cock, and it was stretched so tightly it all but disappeared. 

“Steve.” I said sweetly. “Marcus and I had a little talk and we think we know just what you need.”

Marcus began to rub the head of his cock on the same nipple that Steve was working over. He guided it with his hand and made small circular motions. With two handsome men at my whim, I thought for a moment that I would just lose myself in ecstasy, but I knew the best was yet to come.

Steve raised his head, and as he was going back down for another taste of my nipple, Marcus intercepted and slid the head of his cock ever so slightly into Steve’s mouth.

Steve drew back with a look of embarrassment, but Marcus pulled his head forward and held his throbbing cock out and told Steve to suck it.

Steve wrapped his lips around Marcus’s thick shaft and began to work it. He squeezed Marcus’s balls and every now and then he would go down and give them a quick lick and a suck.

I was rubbing my marble sized clit, and just when I was about to cum, Marcus pulled his cock out of Steve’s mouth and stared directly into his eyes.

Steve had a look in his eyes like a starving man staring at a prime rib. 

Marcus said, “I want to fuck you. I want to slide this in your ass.”

Steve lost all control. His arms began to shake and he just lay down on top of me.

He reached for the KY Jelly on the nightstand, but his hands were shaking so badly he knocked it over instead.

Marcus bent over to pick it up and his bare ass was only inches from Steve’s face. Steve’s cock was inside me, and I just knew I could feel it growing.

Marcus lubed up his cock and got on the bed behind Steve. He put his hands on Steve’s hips and pulled him ever so slowly. 

“Man just fuck it, it’s wide open,” Steve moaned.

I felt a hard thrust, then another, then another. Steve was screaming in pleasure, and it was only a moment before Marcus and I joined him. 

Every shove of Marcus’s big cock into Steve’s tight asshole, sent Steve’s rock hard cock ramming into me.

For the next ten minutes, I knew what heaven must be like.

Marcus was the first to let it blow.

“Oh god, here it comes Steve. Oh yeah man, right in your hole.”

Marcus’s body began to jerk and Steve’s soon followed. I felt his hot load shoot up inside me. I was rubbing my clit and worked myself to my second orgasm.

We all lay there in such a tangle for a while. Our hot bodies glistening with sweat. When we all managed to sit upright I was the first one to speak.

“Oh man was that ever good!”

I looked over in the bed expecting to see two satisfied faces, but Steve and Marcus both lay there snoring, bellies up.

I laid there knowing that there was a joke somewhere in all of this. Not just one, but two men falling asleep on me. 

I eventually slipped into never-never land with them; I had a mind full of dreams of the next time Marcus would come visit.



Something About a Man in Uniform



I used to ride with my darling, both before and after we married. It's not easy dating a cop, especially one on midnights. Or being married to one. We joked that our honeymoon lasted nearly until he retired because we only spent one night in four together. 

At that time the city had a Civilian Ride-along Program, to promote better community relations. Since, as he said, there was no one he'd rather have better relations with than me, I'd fill out the waiver and ride shotgun. Long, muggy, summer nights with the windows down, and short, bitterly cold winter nights when swirling snow haloed the streetlights and even crime stayed home. 

I rode often enough that his buddies probably thought I was a cop-groupie, though nothing could have been further from the truth. My father was with the Sheriff's Department and my grandpa had been a constable. Cop shows aside, most of the job isn't that exciting. Riding was mostly a chance to spend time and talk—except once.

We were actually talking about cop-groupies that night. (That was one of the bitterly cold ones.) The bars had long since closed and the dispatcher sounded half-asleep, the radio had gone from desultory to nearly silent. It'd had been such a slow night that he'd volunteered to run an errand—I forget now whether we were picking something up or dropping it off—to the old workhouse. 

Though close to downtown, the workhouse lay in an area like a black hole in the middle of the city. A few old houses, a big chunk of the Valley Park system, and the police firing range were all that bordered it. He'd decided to show me the firing range (not much to see by night) and the cruiser idled in the deserted parking lot. It was dark as the inside of a cow and quiet as a deaf man's dreams.

"I've never done that, you know," he said. "Had sex in the cruiser, I mean."

"How about the paddy wagon?" 

"Nope. Other guys did—do, I guess—but I never have."

"Why not?" I asked. I knew he'd been pretty wild in his youth, long before I met him. 

He shrugged, shoulders made massive by his second-chance vest and heavy winter coat. "Dunno. I'm no saint, but I guess I've spent too much time knocking on cars with steamed up windows, raining on other people's parades. Didn't want to chance getting caught, or maybe I didn't get the right opportunity. I had a few offers, but-"

I found that easy to believe. He was never male model pretty—or even cop show pretty—but still very attractive. Middle aged and medium height, he was solidly built and a cheerful lecher, given to groping me in empty elevators and deserted grocery aisles. He made the admission a little wistfully, as though it were a failing.

"Do you want to?" I asked, as the wipers beat snow from the windshield.

"Hmm?"

"Have sex in your cruiser?"

We'd never done anything like that. Oh, a certain amount of kissing and patting—just affectionate. Maybe even a little necking when he'd drop me off before morning roll call. I'm not usually very daring but the cause seemed worthy. He grinned and kissed me. "Sex in a cruiser, eh? What did you have in mind?"

"Mmm, I don't know," I said. "How about a head job? I'd hate to see you go your whole career with a fantasy unfulfilled." 

A blow job in the company car from his very own wife? His eyes lit. "Darlin' let's see if we can steam up some windows!" 

He slid the seat back—these were the old bench seats—and unzipped his uniform coat, leaning back. I heard the Velcro on his duty belt go, as he unhooked and opened it, keys, cuffs and other accoutrements clanking.

He was already hard and getting harder as I tried to free his penis from beneath regular belt, uniform pants, longjohns and jockey shorts. First we tried threading his erection through the double flies of his underwear, but even though he's well endowed that didn't give me much of his dick to work with. I couldn't touch his testicles or belly at all, and the tuck-flap on his second-chance vest kept flipping down to cover everything. I squirmed around, half kneeling on the clipboard and poked by pens and other flotsom on the seat. 

He lifted his hips and yanked his pants down, making his cock spring back up like a bent sapling suddenly released. Now I was finally where I wanted to be, nose buried in his pubic hair as I worked my way to the root, but it was still awkward. I sucked and he pumped, but between the radio mount, shotgun receiver, steering wheel, I felt like Quasimodo with lockjaw. His polyester uniform shirt over rigid kevlar did a nice job sanding the skin off my cheekbone. 

The second time I clipped my ear on the steering wheel, I raised my head to gasp, "I think I know why you haven't done this before. It's impossible! Your buddies are woofing you."

"Come on," he said, opening the driver's door.

"Are you crazy? You'll freeze your pee-pee off!" I called.

"Don't worry, it'll be nice and warm."

"I'm not lying down in the snow!" I warned.

"Come here, woman!"

I slid out my side and went around, joining him by the rear fender. He unfastened my jeans and pulled them down. It was a bit of a struggle, since I was wearing long underwear, too, but he turned me towards the trunk. My shearling jacket was short-waisted, so I was bare from navel to knees. I leaned forward, forearms on the metal, my butt prickling with gooseflesh until he covered me from behind. I'm not very tall so he had to crouch a little, bending his knees. My pants kept me from being able to open my legs very far, and I panted as he fumbled back there.

I gave a little cry as he slipped a finger into me—finding his place? It must have worked because suddenly he was in, sheathed in my heat, his chilly thighs and belly warming where we touched. His gloved hands gripped my hips and his shirt and vest tails flapped across my back. I put my head down on my arms and leaned even farther forward, rising on my toes as he thrust.

The car doors stood open, like an abandoned vehicle, and the dome light cast a weak yellow light on the snowy gravel. I thought about the dark empty hills around us and cringed. I thought about him, back there—legs spread to hold his pants up, hunching into me—and moaned. Then he hit the right rhythm and the right spot and I stopped thinking at all. 

Our breath made plumes of mist in the frigid air, mingling with the exhaust from the running car. I could hear the creak of his leather gear, the jingle of change in his pockets like blasphemous sleigh bells in snow. His hips slapped rhythmically against my bottom, and sleeting snowflakes stung the small of my back and the tops of my buttocks. They felt like tiny hot coals, and then melted instantly. My body tightened around him, spiralling in until the tension burst like a dam.

His rhythm broke and he bucked against me, lifting my feet from the ground. Two more strokes and he collapsed on me, his head heavy between my shoulder blades. The radio squealed and chattered into life inside the cruiser.

I didn't understand it, barely heard it, but he did. He groaned, "Oh, hell," and pulled away, hiking his pants with one hand. The cold hit me full blast as he reached in to snag the radio from the holder and said, "Two-A. Say again, dispatch? I didn't copy that."

It wasn't for us, a very good thing. 

I straightened up, his semen already turning icy on my thighs. I also discovered I'd left a soggy spot and tooth marks on the sleeve of my jacket, trying to muffle my cries. Though he had a head start, it took him longer to get himself back together—gun belt, flashlight, handcuffs—all the stuff on his Bat Utility Belt. He settled his gear, touching different things automatically, like a blind man saying his beads. I was in my seat and belted in before he was tucked, buckled, armed, and dangerous. He kissed me hard before he put the car in gear and pulled away. 

"Well?" I asked.

"The Mile High Club for cops, darlin'." 

Some months later, the girls in the file room were playing an early form of 'truth or dare.' Even then, I was older than most of them, over thirty—practically ancient. 

'What's the strangest place you ever had sex?'

It went around the room—"In a bathroom at a party,"—"Next door to the parents while they slept,"—"At a game, under the bleachers,"—and so forth.

They looked at me, smug in their youth and daring. Expecting me to disapprove? Wondering, I suppose, if I'd play at all. Why is it that every generation thinks they invented sex? 

"A dog-rig over the fender of a police cruiser—"

"Omigawd!"—"You never!"—"What's a dog-rig?" (plaintively)

"—in a snowstorm," I finished. Point, set, and match.



Something about an Older Guy



There is something about an older guy ...

"Brian, have you ever been man fucked?" Ken asked out of the blue.

That came as a bit of a surprise. Okay I'd met Ken on a gay dating site, and was a trifle nervous about meeting my first contact, who was among several who offered to make a date. I chose Ken because I liked the look of him and I guess he reminded me of my late father. Perhaps I unconsciously wanted the company of a father figure because Ken was fifty and I was just 24.

He must have realised I was nervous when I told him he was my first date but when he smiled I felt comfortable with him, 

"You've got to' start somewhere" he said, "and I am glad you chose me. So what's the answer to my question, are you a virgin or not?"

I said I was. I felt a surge of warmth in my groin... Here was a guy I could openly be with. A guy who made me feel good and wanting. He looked younger than his fifty years, he had greyish hair and looked very posh and spoke it too... He told me he was a company director. He certainly looked the part in his posh pin striped suit.

"Well where are we doing it then, want to' come to my place?" there was no beating around the bush with Ken. "I have nice comfy pad with all the facilities. I shall treat you to a meal of course. You sure you are a virgin and this is your first time? I cannot believe I am that lucky." 

I repeated I was. He asked why I had not dated before. I replied that it was a big decision for me; I wanted to meet a guy with the same leanings as me and thought the dating site was the ideal place to do that...

"Well let's say I am glad you did" said Ken said with a glint in his eyes - "else I wouldn't have been on a promise tonight."

I felt nervous but excited at the same time. I was the promise he was on about and I had never been that before!

He prompted me to join him in his posh jaguar and I was impressed. Even his body scent was alluring.

Whoever said one has to be chemically attracted to another if any relationship was going to be a hit? It was working for me.

When I got comfortable in the passenger seat, and after fixing my safety belt he stroked my left thigh and told me I was what he had been looking for, and, again, I felt comfortable. There was something about him; I don't know what it was but when he continued stroking my thigh I felt I belonged.

"What made you realise you were gay Brian?" He asked as we sped along the motorway, like he was eager to get me back to his place.

"Feelings I guess" I replied. "Just feelings."

He glanced around at me and, quite out of the blue, asked if I would like to touch him up.

I was nervous still though until he guided my hand to him there and I felt my first touch of someone else's cock through his pinstripes,

"There that's not so bad is it, Brian? You needn't be shy with me, just let it flow is the best thing. I bet you've never sucked cock before either have you?"

I hadn't but I felt like I soon would be as he pulled himself through his fresh unzipped trousers sand asked what I thought.

I could see there was no holding back with this guy...I glanced down shyly and saw him handling his cock, massaging it to make it grow and I felt myself becoming aroused. He said perhaps I would like to take over as he was driving. He showed me how he wanted me to feel him. In my hand it felt warm and pungent as I squeezed. I took it slow at first, taking in the new experience. It grew even more until I had to press it back to do what he asked - to lick the underside of his length until I reached his plum. Then he asked if I would put it into my mouth and suck it.

I looked into his eyes. They were different now. It was the look of lust most probably. With his cock still lodged firmly in my hand I took in a whiff of his scent, which became more apparent when I massaged it, stretching the foreskin back and forward. I was wondering if I could bring myself to put it into my mouth. I toyed with the idea but Ken was getting impatient. I was beginning to think this is a guy not to be messed with. He had this certain masterful way about him which I liked.

I closed my eyes and, leaning down, I went for it, stretching it tight back. Then it was in my mouth and I massaged it with my tongue. My mouth was full of him; his cock was large and wide so it was no mean task. I was thinking that now I was there, I had made it and doing something I always wanted. To suck cock. To see what it was like. Ken nudged forward to give me a better prospect and he began to moan when I started to deep suck. It felt lovely and soothing. It tasted like sea salt and I began to enjoy the sensation very much.

Now I had made the first move. Feeling it in my mouth throbbing and alert, I wondered how it would feel up my ass. That was the whole point of our meeting. Online he often described how he would love to fuck me, and what positions he preferred - and I guess I became accustomed to the idea that, yes., it would be good to let go of all my inhibitions, and go for this guy who seemed to have a wonderful way with words.

I was lost in the sensation of sucking cock.

"Wow, you love it, don't you Brian? - I can see you and I are going to have lots of fun when I get that ass back home."

He pulled up and said we were there. He zipped himself up and pushed his still stiff cock inside his pants. It had been in my mouth for so long I felt it was still there. But the taste remained. I could even smell it on my hand. I was in my element and knew I was ready for anything Ken had planned...

His so called 'pad' was like a mansion to me who lived in a small apartment bachelor block. The lounge was out of this world and the sofa was expensively leather bound with loads of cushions.

"Make yourself at home Brian whilst I get some nosh, are you into Chinese?"

"Yes but minus the chop sticks" I grinned. "I could never get on with them."

"I can teach you, Brian -and with you being a virgin you have a lot to learn, And for me that spells fun!"

I chilled on the large settee and smelt the Chinese cooking. Now my taste buds were alive and all sorts of things were going through my mind after what he had said about my having a lot to learn. I liked Ken, I really did. Perched on that settee I felt well to do and wanted... I knew this guy was going to fuck me to the hilt because that was a promise, so it was all a new adventure and who better to explore with than Ken, he was lovely.

"Look, you look good in tight jeans, Ken complimented, " but whilst dining with me, I'd like you to wear these."

He held a pair of tight blue and black boxer shorts in his hand and prompted me to change. I 

Went into the bathroom and noticed he was watching me through a gap in the door. I changed and pulled on the tight boxers and felt good in them. I wiggled knowing he was looking.

Of course he was there by the door waiting. I saw a bulge in his pants. Would he have the patience to eat first? I wondered. He sat next to me clutching a tray and handed me a plate of sweet and sour.

"That is how I want to have you, sweet and sour" he said with a glint in his eye. Although I didn't know what he meant. I guess seeing the question in my mind he continued; "I will show you later."

He soon scoffed cup his meal and shared a bottle of red wine with me which was rather potent. I guess he knew what he was doing getting me in a responsive mood. But looking at his swelling I was that already. I wanted his fuck. It was going to be a new experience, something that would really bring me out into the real world...

Having enjoyed the wine Ken complimented me on looking so good in tight boxers and said I was a real tease with an ass to die for. Putting the utensil on a tray he put them aside and closed to me. His hand went down to my cock and I felt immediately spirited as he slipped down my boxers and put my offering into his mouth. Having never been sucked be for the feeling was out of this world and I felt it growing as he drew it deeper into his mouth, his fingers finding my ass underneath. Then he teased and cupped my balls still sucking my cock ardently.

Not much was said for the next hour or more. It was all action and I soon got the hang of what he wanted to do. It was lovely to feel him exploring me, slapping my ass and fingering me with plenty of lubricant for easy insertion. When he asked me to suck him again it was easier this time. I loved the feel of his cock inside my mouth and aimed to give it of my best.

After a little sucking I tasted a small blob of his cum on his p-hole and sucked it in. I taste the sea, salty and fresh and knew then I would not have a problem with him cumming in my mouth.

It was so soothing and divine to manipulate and hear his response as I cupped and gently squeezed his heavy balls simultaneously .He responded and we both changed to a sixty nine position to really enjoy the oral delights of each other. He whispered my ass was phenomenal and as I enjoyed sucking him, experimenting slipping it into my throat, I felt the thrill of being thoroughly sucked and licked into my asshole and everything, it was a lovely sensation and made me feel once again wanted for the first time with another guy, which was very important to me.'

I squeezed his cock repeatedly which he adored asking me to lick his p-hole and the ridge around the head, He gave me a few more spanks between sucking my ass and I felt the sensatio0n of slight pain with pleasure. It was so wonderful and I simply wanted to be all ass for him.

"Do you know something Brian?, you are awesome, the way you suck me is so divine, I shall want plenty of that. I'll show you how to tie my cock off so that you can enjoy for a while longer until you are ready for it to spunk."

It was all so wonderfully exhilarating when he came up with a red ribbon and showed me what to, his cock really primed and standing up to reach his navel.

"It's simple, just tie this tightly n a bow around the base of my shaft and watch my cock change to blue. Then you can suck for all you are worth and it is all the more stimulating when you are ready to swallow, just release the bow and he will come as strong as you like."

We tried it. I must have sucked his cock for a full fifteen minutes or more, I can't remember because I was in my own world. My mouthful was full of lovely hard throbbing ripe cock teasing my throat, learning how to breathe between thrusts. I adored his scent and taste which was a real turn on. I teased his balls as I sucked relentlessly and he was making all sorts of appreciative sounds.

I felt so wonderful and wanted. Now I was with a guy who really led the way and I wanted that. I wanted him to master me and take me at will, whichever way he wanted it. And then I wanted his fuck more than ever, feeling his large cock pumping my mouth I was imagining just how good it will feel stuffed into my ass.

My mouth was numb with working him, my tongue and throat dry.

"Take a swig of cola Brian and then release the ribbon, and you will really know just how my cock performs."

He sucked me again and balled me too. It felt like heaven. I loved this guy so much.

Releasing the ribbon I expected he would cum into my throat and I was ready for that. But he yelled that he wanted my ass, that I had spurred him up so much he was ready for it.

He prompted me to bend over the arm of his lush settee and I was feeling like a lamb for slaughter, but it was nice and I wanted to be all ass for him. I shuffled myself so I could give Ken the best position to fuck me. He placed a couple of cushions beneath to raise it higher.

I glanced behind and saw him holding his huge cock upwards, rubbing it around my ass cheeks like there was no tomorrow. I heard his breathing become more strong and loud as he poked his cock into my ass. Working it around my passage and gradually sliding it into me.

I held my breath and gritted my teeth, feeling the stretching in my ass as he started to thrust wildly. It hurt like hell at first. His hands roughly grasped my thighs working my ass to his needs, slapping me each time he thrust and I was yelling.

He was yelling too, about fucking me to the core. Pushing it into me again and again; as eventually the pain changed to a sort of wonderfully soothing numbness which was nice. I began to realize at last had been initiated. That first fuck over Ken said for me to rest awhile but soon he has me sucking off his residue. I closed my eyes and thought, this is it. He took me to bed and plied me in all sort s of wonderful, positions until; come the morning I was well fucked. Ken brought me breakfast in bed to show how he appreciated me and then asked if I would live with him on a permanent basis.

I was so happy. Of course I agreed and I knew from then on there was going to be an awful lot of fucking going on. We were made for each other, our needs and everything.

Ken was my life from then on...



Something About Bob



Six months she'd been using the dating agency. And in all that time Ruth had yet to meet a guy she cared to see again. Until tonight.

She stood on the doorstep of her Victorian terrace. "Thanks for a lovely evening, Bob."

"The pleasure was all mine, Ruth. We really should do it again."

"How about next weekend?" She blushed. She wasn't normally this forward. But then she hadn't met anyone like Bob before.

"I can't think of a better way to spend a Saturday evening."

The crimson in Ruth's cheeks intensified. 

"Care for a coffee?" She asked, surprising herself.

"Thanks."

She fumbled in her bag for her keys, then fumbled again to open the door. Inside, she made straight for the kitchen, turning on lights as she went. 

"Is coffee okay, or would you prefer tea?"

"Coffee's fine."

"Decaf?."

"God, no. Decaf's a bit like a broken pencil."

"Sorry?"

"Pointless."

Ruth laughed. She'd been doing it all evening. "You're so funny."

Usually the guys from the agency were so stiff and formal. Bob was different, he'd been cracking jokes all evening.

By the time the drinks were ready, he'd wandered back into the hallway.

"That's my son," Ruth said of the picture Bob was admiring.

"He has his mom's eyes," Bob said, taking the coffee. "Bright and alive."

Ruth felt her cheeks flush again.

"Do you miss him?"

"Yeah. He was my whole world. But he's a good man, and I'm proud of him."

"Wish I could say the same about my boy."

"You shouldn't blame yourself, Bob."

"Who else should I blame then?" He paused then quickly said, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I just get angry when I think about the mess he's made of his life."

"It's okay," Ruth said soothingly.

That was only the third time Bob had mentioned his son all evening, and each time she could sense his pent up anger. She admired how he managed to control it. That was something he ex-husband had never been able to do. Those brief flashes of emotion told her there was more to him than a constant stream of gags.

"You know, I was just thinking, this is the first time I've had a man in my house that wasn't trying to sell me something for as long as I can remember."

Bob chuckled, "Well if you're interested we've just had a new line of vacuum cleaners in the shop."

This time they both laughed.

Ruth rested on the edge of the kitchen table, and slipped off her shoes. She sighed. "That's better."

"I'll never understand why women wear shoes that cause them pain."

"I wouldn't expect you to. After all, you're only a man."

"Only a man?" Bob positioned himself in front of Ruth.

"Only a man. A very charming man..."

Bob leaned in close.

"And so very..."

He kissed her before she could finish the sentence. She kissed him back. Suddenly, she broke off, gasping, her face flushed.

"I never dreamed I'd meet a man like you through the agency."

"You should see some of the women they paired me up with. I'm the lucky one."

He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Then he dragged himself away.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he said.

"Why?"

"It's not right. We only met a few hours ago, and here I am, in your kitchen, kissing you."

All sorts of thoughts jostled for space in Ruth's head, but one shouted louder than all the others. I don't care; kiss me again!

"Don't you think that sometimes, it just feels right?"

"Maybe." He looked at Ruth and smiled. A Hollywood star smile, that lit up his face.

She kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth and entwining it with his.

"I want you. I know it's crazy but I can't help it. I want you." She was breathless with desire. "Right here."

She rapidly undid her blouse buttons, revealing her red satin bra. Bob stared. With all her buttons open, she set about his shirt, ripping it open. Two of the buttons ripped off and fell on the kitchen floor.

"Ruth, we shouldn't..."

"Shut up and kiss me again."

Bob appeared to give in. He brought his hands up to her breasts, mauling them, and at the same time locked his lips to hers.

She'd ran her hands down his bare chest, past his stomach, and on to the belt that held up his trousers. She made short work of it, the button and the zip. His trousers fell to the floor. Ruth dug her hands into his boxers, searching for the treasure hidden within.

He had lifted her bra up, exposing her breasts, and he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She had her hands on his cock. It might have been her imagination, or having not felt one I a long time, but his cock felt huge. She stroked it back and forth. At least I haven't forgotten what to do with it, she thought.

Without warning, Bob abandoned her breasts and moved his hands down to her bum. He lifted her up, sitting her on the table. He tugged at her panties, but she was sitting on them. Finally, desperately, he tore them in two.

She gasped at his forcefulness. "Put it in."

She let go of his cock and he guided into her waiting pussy. In it slid, all the way in one smooth stroke.

He didn't wait. There was no finesse. They were like two animals, each fucking the other like they may never get another chance. It lasted barely two minutes.

When it was over, Bob moved to stand next to Ruth. "My god. That was good."

Ruth started laughing.

"What? What?"

"I was thinking about what I said earlier, about salesmen."

"Oh?"

"Well I gotta say, that was one sales technique that I never seen before." 



Something About Breasts



CHAPTER 1

Munro Morgan had an eye for breasts. Indeed his eyes rarely strayed from them. He assumed it was a cultural thing: his mom still had great breasts and photographs of both grandmothers in their prime suggested the gene was in the Morgan's and Jenks's family lines. 

He'd gotten over the finding as a young guy he was destined to retain a flat chest for life provided he didn't turn to flab from mid-age. Munro also became aware Milly's rosebuds had blossomed but dammit -- Milly turned contrary and wouldn't allow him to touch and admire the around the time he turned twenty, alleging he was disgusting by dribbling as he massaged her. He denied dribbling of course but was unable to recall anything because at the time the alleged offence occurred his mind was on an unbelievable exotic (not erotic) journey through the planetary system.

Thankfully, Milly brought heaps of friends around and some of them weren't as upright and uptight as Milly and would arrive in his bedroom to be fondled. Some of those same young women stuck to him loyally and on the night of his 21st birthday four who'd lasted the distance of his breast worshipping spent two hours with him, leaving him in a state of partial collapse and awash in sweat and whatever.

His mother Harriet entered the bedroom to say goodnight to birthday boy to find him unable to lift his head or to mouth anything but groans. She screamed. That brought her Larry running, Dr Morgan sniffed, grinned and ushered away Munro's mom telling her to make porridge for the poor guy while he bullied Munro into ingesting energizing sports drink before carrying the exhausted guy to the bath.

That was a defining moment in the life of Munro: it was his first and to date only groupie. The memories of those four pairs of breasts swaying over him or being offered to suck as he lost his virginity rather late for even those times remain as vividly as if the night he was put through the hoops was only yesterday.

For obvious reasons, the guys branded Munro a Titman and most women including his mother and sister were appalled to learn that while his two grandmothers urged Harriet to have him tested by a specialist dealing with the criminally insane -- they actually meant a psychologist. But his father wouldn't allow it and slept four nights alone in punishment after suggesting to his wife that a guy had to find something to interest him in women and tits were a good place to start because it gave Munro 'something to look up to'. After four nights alone Harriet convinced herself that her son was absolutely normal in every other respect so that let her husband off the hook. He grabbed the six bras she purchased during the crisis and burnt them, saying no way would he live with a wife who wanted to flatten her chest. She was taken to bed -- usual for them in daylight -- when she cooed she'd not been aware just how interested Larry was in her 'bosom'.

Munro had assumed the tag 'Titman' would have the babes distant themselves from him, and there were signs of that occurring. By the laws of physics -- well, what else? -- meant a few babes swung the other way and were attracted to him and Munro rather enjoyed that. After all, one babe at a time was enough for him as he'd learned his lesson on the night of his eighteenth birthday.

When well into college studies Munro actually considered a career as a breast enhancement surgeon, a breast reduction surgeon or a specialist in breast cancer research but he thought that was being a little too excessive. By then relationships with his mother and sister were normalized as Munro always had young women hanging around him. Harriet had put him to the test, asking him if he wanted to see her uncover her breasts and was rather miffed when he kissed her, said "Nice try mom" and walked off whistling. Harriet, close to tears, told Milly who said the skunk probably hid in the wardrobe and watched Harriet dress but after Milly couldn't squeeze into the packed wardrobe to check that out and an inspection of the parent's bathroom failed to reveal any hidden miniature camera so they decided perhaps he wasn't a pervert. Milly put Munro to test and then gave up. She'd walked into his bedroom, naked and absolutely embarrassed and Munro, reading on his bed, looked at her casually, said she was growing into a fine young woman and returning to his book asked, "What do you want -- short of money?"

Milly related that experience to some of her college friends next day and they screamed with laughter. She wasn't aware that two of them would within hours call Munro to ask if he would date them, together. He went out with them separately and before long Milly found one of her girlfriends intended going steady with Munro.

"You fool," Milly told Carol, eyeing Carol's prominent chest. "He'll only want to leer at those."

Carol laughed. "Our first date was last Sunday. We went for a walk and in Shepherd's bush he did a lot more than leer at my chest."

"You didn't?" Milly gasped.

"All the way and on our first date."

"Oh God, you slut. What was he like?"

Carol said slyly, "Haven't your tried him?" After Milly's brief reaction of disgust, they fell about laughing and remained best of friends.

* * *

Munro enjoyed his years at college and he had an unusual start. At admission interviews, had Munro expressed his interest in computer science and was urged because of good gradings to take a second major. He didn't think he wanted that but was asked to bring up examples on his laptop of his second best grade and that was drawing. The bossy woman gasped at the images of horses, tanks, jetfighters, football stars and female movie stars.

"You're doing fine arts-drawing and additionally taking the crossover to computerized tablet drawing."

"Anything to make you happy," he had shrugged. "I just want to gain entry to this college."

"Why is that?"

"It's answered there on the application form you're holding."

"We have a tight schedule, no time to read all details."

Munro said his sister was at the college and his mother then called Harriet Jenks was..."

"I knew your mother -- was a year ahead of me. She was our heroine. And your sister is already showing her form."

"What in -- cooking?"

"Swimming."

"That's can't be right -- I leave Milly for dead and mom just breaststrokes along as if in a dream though I must admit she never tires."

"Excuse me," said the interviewer and she asked an aide to call over Coach Harrington.

Munro expected to see a tall, big chest and slim hipped guy swagger over. Instead an arthritic-looking guy with a full head of white hair limped across the room to them.

"Coach Harrington, this is Harriet Jenks's son, um..."

"Munro," said Munro to speed things along.

"Pleased to meet you son," said Coach Harrington, in a surprisingly strong voice, looking at Munro's shoulders and hips.

Munro thought what is this guy -- gay?"

The coach squeeze Munro's hand hard so Munro applied power. The old guy's eyes watered and he said, "Enough!"

"Don't you dare hurt Coach Harrington," snapped the woman. "He's an institution around here."

"Shut up Edith. "So the great Harriet Jenks's son."

Thinking back on that occasion, Munro recalled that Coach Harrington sighed and said, "So you hasn't told you and neither did she tell Milly."

"You know Milly?"

"I see her two hours a day son. She's in my elite team."

Milly a swimmer? What kind of wacky college was this? Munro decided to keep his mouth shut.

"Let him sign the papers then you fill them Edith. His only sport options are swim and track -- do you hear me?"

"Yes Tom."

"Come with me boy. Do you know where your first name comes from?"

"Mom just liked it."

"Munro Woodwood left this college in 1942 and was killed by the Japanese in the South Pacific on October 5, 1944. My father was his coach and it's agreed Munro was the greatest swimmer this college ever produced. Your mother comes second," he said, leading Munro into the auditorium. 

"Both sides of this foyer are what we call the Walls of Fame. Over here is the swimming section and in pride of place on the left here is Munro Woodwood, college swimming champion of 1940, holding every title from 100 to 800 meters free-style and medley, setting eight new records, and next to him is your mother, college swimming champion of 1968, holding every title from 100 to 800 meters free-style and setting four new records. And here is the team that won the Munro Woodwood Memorial Inter-College Cup, sponsored by this college in 1945 but won the only time in 1968. We needed to win the 1500 meters women's freestyle and the cup was ours but our specialist Melissa Bray slipped on the way to the start and cut her head open. I had to make the choice of substitute so chose your mother, knowing she'd earlier swum her heart out as others had but she was still our best bet. She won, only just."

Munro looked at the photo of his mom holding the cup and surrounded by the entire team. "She looks exhausted."

"She sure was. That photo was taken the day after her big swim. We were all certain she was heading for the Olympics."

Munro was no longer astonished about this side to his mother he was learning about. What happened?"

"A few weeks later she was on an end of semester tramping trip. The trampers were fooling around and she lost her footing and fell down a small bank but landed over a log, damaging her spine. She recovered from the injury but slipped into deep depression. Eighteen months on she wandered away from the institution and was almost knocked down on the highway. The driver, a graduating medical student..."

"My father. They always laugh when they say that met by near-accident."

"Yes, when she said she wanted to be taken home he began driving her back to the institution. She was wearing only a nightdress with the name of the facility plain to see. The shock of almost being run over apparently hit some kind of trigger in her so as your father turned his old sports car into the gateway she pulled on the handbrake and said if he moved another inch forward she'd kill him. Fortunately she managed to smile so, as she told me later, he didn't know what to do so she kissed him."

"She'd never spoken about this to Milly or me."

"Perhaps she fears regression if she thinks back."

Munro said that made sense. "She would also swim leisurely because of damaging a weakened back and would explain why she never ran with us or was happy about lifting us when we were bigger."

"Something like that. Now, will you swim for me? You have the right build. You don't have to be as good as your mother."

"Sure Coach Harrington. Want to start on me during the college break?"

Coach Harrington beamed. "You're the boy. I'm a widower and live with my married daughter and family. She doesn't like college breaks because I get under her feet. Also the middle daughter had just lost a boyfriend so perhaps you could be of some use there?"

Milly and Munro's new girlfriend who was coach Harrington's granddaughter joined Coach Harrington's group and the three students used the same dressing room, Milly growing used to Munro massaging her breasts again and then he attended to Jennie's outstanding stack. Then Milly would sit reading while those other two did really disgusting things while waiting for Coach Harrington to open his mail and take pool readings but she was happy about that, acknowledging the other two were teaching her some great moves.

The both had sat their mother down and after she finished two Martinis they told her they were on the swim team. She trembled and cried but came out of that quickly and hugged they both and said she was so proud of them to be selected for elite training.

"Whose the coach these days?"

"Coach Tom Harrington -- he remembers you well and he took me to the walls of fame," Munro said. "You were truly amazing mom."

"So, you know why you were called Munro. He was a God to me."

"Yes and its cool mom. And Coach Harrington told me why you never made it to the Olympics."

Tears welled and Harriett said to Munro, "He also told you about me being incarcerated?"

"Sure mom, but don't you mean you were a patient in a heath facility. You took as big a blow to your whole being. I would have cut my throat if it had been me."

"Munro!"

"Sorry mom?"

"It doesn't matter darling. Come here and hug me. You can fondle my breasts if you wish."

"No thanks mom, if I do that Milly will think I'm a pervert."

"No, let him mom -- he's back to fondling mine."

Harriet screamed with laughter and wiping her eyes told them to behave themselves.

Munro went on to equal his mother's performance in his final year, holding every title from 100 to 800 meters free-style and setting four new records. However, his best performance in the inter-college meet was third in the 400 meters. A year earlier, with Milly settled into becoming an 800 and 1500 meter specialist, in her final year she set new records in the championship finals at college and three weeks later won both of those events, the 1500 meters in record time, which helped the college to win the Munro Woodwood Memorial Inter-College Cup for only the second time. Coach Harrington was asked to stand alongside the team for the presentation of the cup and Harriet Jenks-Morgan was called from the crowd to hand the cup to the winning team's captain, her daughter Milly Morgan.

CHAPTER 2

After graduating from college Milly followed her father into medicine and a year later Munro entered advertising as a computer graphics designer, specializing in billboards for roadsides and promotions at special events pavilions and sports stadiums. He found the going tough because the competition from talented artists was intense. After fifteen months he walked out after an argument with a new creative director who insisted he draw women figures without being so provocative around the breasts. He'd called her a mean-minded bitch with dried up tits which wasn't very nice, but he did offer a fulsome apology that was accepted before he spun on his heels and left.

Milly urged him to set up in business privately and market himself.

Depressed, Munro asked, "Who to and where?"

The porn industry, Milly said, adding that he drew great tits for his girlfriends and doing the pussy thing wouldn't be too hard because of his years of close inspections.

He had to grin at her, thinking she'd become such a lively personality since their mom had come out of her shell at the time the three of them had that heart-to-heart talk.

"I don't want to pay for models because I have no idea how long I will be out of work."

"Well, next time you'll find another job before you resign, won't you Mr Birdbrain. What about mom and me?"

"Mom?"

"She's always wanting to show you her tits?"

"Oh come on, twice in her life she's mentioned it."

"I've included the other times as well, especially when she'd had a few drinks. Coach Harrington told me she was a real raver at college."

"Our mom?"

"Yes, our mom birdbrain. Look, I have a better idea. I'll recruit some neat colleagues from my class at med school. There are several ideal ones and if you want older women there are our tutors, that is if you can cope with bite marks and bruises as there is a lot going around here between tutors. I bet some will accept with the promise of a quality photocopy of your original. I'll establish your credentials by showing them your drawing of me."

"What drawing?"

"The one you'll do of me up at the beach house on Saturday. Ask mom can you use it as your studio for the next week. Perhaps you'll find plenty of mothers and daughters up there now that summer in approaching."

Munro hedged and said she was rushing him.

"People who want to wait for tomorrow tend to repeat that day after day."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. Do we go at 10:00 on Saturday?"

"Yes."

"I'll stay the night and you can sleep with me and play around a bit but no you-know-what."

"Milly!"

"Cut that out Munro, you're sounding like an old man. I've already said you can't fuck me."

She grinned and patted him on the head when he moaned, "Exactly what are you learning at med school?"

They drove off, their mom waving and yelling at them not to be naughty.

"What does she mean?" Munro asked, aghast.

"She's remembering her dirty youth," Milly chuckled.

On the drive to the beach Milly lectured her brother on her newly acquired knowledge on anatomy and physiology, augmenting what he'd learned during his studies in fine arts on drawing the human body. She continued on to increase his knowledge about breasts by, he thought, at least 200%.

"I find it difficult to believe that 90% per cent of women are dissatisfied with their breasts. What a pack of moaners."

"That's according to surveys. I would guess 99% of guys are dissatisfied with their cocks," Milly smiled.

"Well I must admit I'd like mine to be a bit longer, a bit thicker and to be able to shoot sperm throughout the entire night."

"Mom and I think you have a beautiful cock," Milly said, reaching across and squeezing it, giggling.

"How do you and mom know?" he said, turning red.

"We use a miniature camera to spy on you. We think you masturbate far too much."

Munro turned to bawl her out but caught the teasing look she was trying to hide.

At the beach house Milly fascinated Munro when, bared to the waist, she demonstrated at length how she could alter the perspectives of her breasts with the placement of her arms, arch of her back, slope of her shoulders and by bringing additional muscles into play by twisting her torso.

"You would have learn that at art classes."

"Not to that extent and with such lucid description -- you were wonderful, Milly, really wonderful. You would leave those college tutors on that subject for dead."

Milly was left speechless, never before having heard such unconditional praise from her brother who could be such an asshole at times. "God, you're maturing at long last." She could see by his look he had no idea what she was on about.

Three hours later the basic sketch of Milly was done to Munro's satisfaction. It still required hours of finishing work. He scanned it and she sat still topless on his knee to look at the laptop screen although both of them knew he could have easily turned the computer to wherever she sat.

"Oh Munro," she gasped, recognizing her likeness in so many aspects. "This is so beautiful and you have made me appear so sexy."

"You're a great looking chick Milly and this is how I picture you three or four years from now. I have lifted your tits up from where they rested to about halfway to where they would be when you wear an under-wired bra -- that was just to make you appear a little closer to perfection -- artist's license. I'll download it on to memory stick and you can take it to our local pharmacy and get an A4 print."

Milly jumped up and said she'd make them lunch and then she'd be off in his car. "Delaney Macpherson is home alone all weekend. I'll show her the print. She may bring your car back tonight or in the morning. If she's not interested I'll find someone."

"Delaney Macpherson? Oh no, there's nothing to her."

"When did you last see her?"

"About four years ago. Do what you want but you told me you'd sleep with me tonight."

"You dirty toad -- you didn't think I was serious about that?"

"I...er...perhaps not."

* * *

Returning from a walk along the beach just on dusk Munro met his mom's friend Mrs Peters who was walking her dog. She was all over him, smelling doggy and he suspected in her hug she'd flicked her tongue into his ear hole. 

"It's so lovely seeing you again you darling boy," she purred while Munro looked down at her bored dog that just at that moment decided to lick its ass. Deciding it was better to look at Mrs Peters, on the way up he caught a glimpse of white flesh spilling out of her undersize bra to hide her impressive cleavage. His gaze arrived at her face in time to catch her lustful look. That gave him an idea.




Something About Breasts



"Mrs Peters?"

"Yes darling?"

"You know I draw?"

"Yes darling, I treasure that drawing you did of the flower arrangement on my kitchen table what was it -- five years ago."

"I'm into portraits and full form now. Would you consider dropping over on Monday and sitting for me?"

The eyes of the 41-year-old (she was a couple of years younger than his mom) narrowed and she stepped closer so the ends of her boobs were just touching his chest. "You mean draw my body?"

"Yes," he croaked.

"You cheeky pup. Okay but it will have to be on Tuesday as Dan wants to take me to the city on Monday and only if you draw me in the nude?"

Munro sweated and decided to bail out. "Mom would kill me if she found out."

Mrs Peters' lips opened to be played by her tongue. "Neither Dan nor your mother need to know. Don't you see?"

"Er no."

"It will be our little secret. Dan will be out fishing on Tuesday with the guys."

"Mrs Peters..."

"Hush you darling young man," Mrs Peters said, pushing her chest into him very briefly. "It will be our little secret. Come on Joey." She walked away with her dog, their butts swaying.

Munro swallowed and went inside to cook steak and French fries. The next hour or so went by in a haze as he contemplated the possibility of Mrs Peters doing more than posing for him. He'd never fucked an old woman like Mrs Peters who'd be a little over ten years older than the 30-year-old receptionist who'd cornered him in the restroom at the advertising agency when they both worked back late one evening. Both his mom and sister would think he was depraved. At that Munro decided to give Mrs Peters a miss.

Just after 11:00 he awoke to hear a voice at the bedroom window calling, "For fuck sake Munro, wake up." 

A female voice. Delaney Macpherson? 

"Delaney?"

"Yes, who else were you expecting? Milly promised it would be just you and me?"

Promised? "I'll get the door."

Delaney swept in, looking to have curves in all the right places. The skinny, whining friend of Milly's had grown and filled out.

As the newcomer looked around the living room Munro yawned and suggested she make coffee and a couple of sandwiches while he made up a bed for her.

"Milly said you'd let me sleep with you."

"Sleep?" he asked in surprise.

"Well, that too," she giggled. "Milly said you have a big fat dick."

"She wouldn't have a clue."

"Oh, I just assumed you too had been doing it for years," Delaney said airily. "Take my bag to your bedroom while I make coffee."

Returning from the bathroom after they'd noisily bounced and rutted to near exhaustion, Munro's breath jammed his throat. Delaney, half on her side and her left arm thrown back was bathed in a pool of light from the bedside lamp apart from patches of shadow. Her breasts were still swollen and her nipples still stood proud. She glistened in sweat and he sighted evidence of his final contribution over her tummy and on to her left breast. It would truly an awesome sight. He set-up and began drawing feeling inspired, never having had such a subject reeking of sexuality as what was spread out before him. Delaney was the ultimate model of immediate post-sex. He thought he'd need to make her facial appearance considerable unrecognizable if he'd use the title dancing around in his head: A Whore at Rest.

After completing the first draft of the drawing he scanned it to present to Delaney for either destruction or to have it printed for her private collection. He then reworked her facial features so she would no longer be recognizable as Delaney and named that copy he saved to his encrypted private collection, A Whore Slumbers. No, he winced and changed that to: Sated, she slumbers.

Wearily Munro slipped into bed beside Delaney and covered them both, only to have her during the night work on him to commence Round two. He returned to sleep fearing dawn because she would be at him again but he was awakened to the sound of her singing and the faint odor of breakfast being cooked. He stretched and yawned and turned to the bedside clock: almost 10:30. Munro decided he really liked Delaney.

They went for a swim after breakfast, a short swim because the sea was still chilled and ran along the beach hand-in-hand to warm up.

"Do I tell Milly you're far better than I expected?"

Munro swallowed as they walked across the beachfront road. "Um, could you really tone it down?"

Delaney grinned and said in her experience guys desire to be given highest acclaim.

"I don't want Milly deciding she wants a piece of me."

The way in which Delaney laughed and looked at him kindly warmed Munro internally. "You're a lovely lady Delaney."

Munro was surprised to see her look flustered and actually blush. Whore, hell no!

After they finished lunch -- Delaney wanted her hair dry before he sketched her -- Munro brought his laptop to the table and held out his arms. She took the hint and without a word sat on his knee.

First he showed her the sketch of Milly.

"Yes, Milly showed me the print. It's so lovely."

"I feel I captured the essence."

"What a lovely phrase. Capture me like that and I'll feel flattered."

"You have a wonderful body Delaney and a really lovely face. Would you like to see proof?"

"Yes, it's what I'm hoping for."

Munro turned her face around and kissed her gently. "I sketched you last night. Please try not to be mad at me.

Ignoring her startled look Munro opened the file simply name Delaney.

She breathed out and he felt her tremor. 

He waited.

"God, I look like a whore. Are my breasts really that big?"

"Yes, when you are sexually aroused."

"Oh Munro, that's your semen on me."

"Yes."

"I look like a whore but then I understand some men think all women are whores."

He replied sagely (for him), "I think you look lovely and was so overwhelmed by your post-sex appearance that I felt compelled to sketch you. When finished it will be the finest drawing I've ever done, I have no doubt about that. Give me your thoughts," he said, cupping her breasts.

"Now that I'm used to thinking of it as me I think it's beautiful. But please remove the semen."

"No."

"Oh Munro."

"It's a rendition of how I saw you Delaney. This is on a CD and there is no exact copy. This is yours -- do with it what you wish. It's for your private collection. If you wish I will complete it for you later."

She ignored that offer. "No exact copy?"

"Leave it Delaney and fear not."

"Oh Munro. I love it. For my private collection you say?"

"It's your choice. I would suggest it's not the image of you that your parents would wish to retain."

Delaney kissed him and thanked him for a wonderful gift. She suggested he take her down to the rocks at the point and draw her with her face looking out to sea. "My parents would accept that image of me."

"People on the beach will see you posing half naked."

"I'm proud of my breasts Munro. "Did you know polls show that 90% of women are unhappy about their breasts?"

"I've heard it said. Come on Miss Ten Percent. Go and get ready while I clear up here. Take a mirror and brush with you as I want your hair looking to your satisfaction."

"I don't want my breasts looking as if I've just been seduced."

Munro grinned and said he'd taken that request aboard. 

He sketched her using crayons and completed the rock in great detail. They returned to the beach house where Munro spent the last two hours before Delaney left adding detail to her body and hair. She wanted him to draw in water and sea but he refused, saying the sketch was about her and the rock would indicate a background of water and sky. He scanned it on to her CD and Delaney kissed him as they reached his car. 

"Jennifer Meadows intends arriving early on Tuesday evening and returning late the next day with you as we have no lecturers on Wednesday. Don't expect her to sleep with you because she'd newly engaged."

Munro had told Delaney he'd return on Wednesday because he thought he'd start looking for alternative forms of employment, as he was having second thoughts about working within the porn industry.

He kissed her goodbye and she pushed right back into him. He was tempted to ask if she had a regular guy. But then he thought of course she would so slapped her butt and told her to drive safely. As she turned the car to drive off her wide stare showed eyes filled with tears. She waved cutely and headed for the road, wiping at her eyes and leaving him still frozen, unable to move or talk. Delaney had a thing going for him? He couldn't believe it.

Munro had drifted off to sleep when his phone went.

"Munro," he snapped.

"She's fallen in love with you?"

"Who has?'

"Delaney you thickhead."

"B-but she doesn't know me Milly."

"She does so, intimately, She showed me your sketch of her in repose."

Munro choked.

"What do I have to do for you to sketch me like that?"

Munro had difficulty breathing and managed, "You're joking I hope."

"Yes. She thinks you are so sensitive, so pleasant and seem to like her so much. I took her by the hands and said she was confusing me, asking was she really talking about my brother. She looked at me dumbly and nodded. Here's her number. She's waiting for you to call. Nice going, she's my top pick for you."

Click.

Munro looked at his cell phone, hand shaking slightly.

He called the number Milly had given him and when answered asked, Delaney?"

"Oh Munro." She burst into tears and cut the call.

Munro looked at his cell phone dumbly. He waited for ten minutes but Delaney didn't call so he turned over and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

Mrs Peters arrived next morning, bright and appearing decidedly horny. As Munro made coffee he watched opened mouthed as Mrs Peters stripped completely, palmed her tits and wobbled them at him. He looked down to see a bald pussy. He had no idea old women shaved.

"I don't want to be recognized," she smiled, taking her coffee from him. "So just draw my breasts."

He asked then why had she stripped right off and she smiled and said that was for afterwards. She laughed, pointed to his face and said there was no need for him to look at her that stupidly.

She sat yapping constantly as he drew his rather impressive chest in pastels. She made lunch while he worked on detail and paused for a break when she attempted to feed him and said she liked what she saw. He assumed she meant the drawing because he was a flat as a pancake.

That changed late afternoon when he finished. Mrs Peters lay over the sofa and said, "Come to me baby and come hard. That sounded okay to the artist so he mounted her from behind, she giving him no option. He sloshed into her -- yeah, was she ready for him! He began plowing into her leaking pussy aware the sofa would become drenched and he wondered if his parents went at it over the sofa like that.

"Oooh," she murmured. "You've gotten thicker."

He sighed thinking of the drips soaking into the sofa and then cut the worrying by thinking well, it was only the beach house rather than his mom's best room. Mrs Peters shrieked as he began to come, "Grab my tits and squeeze."

"Harder."

He pressed them harder."

"Swing on them!"

He grabbed one in each hand and flopped them about and felt her give him a gigantic thigh and pussy press and he began coming again and she bellowed and gushed. He raced off as soon as she was finished and grabbed a couple of towels. Mrs Peters began mopping the surface of the sofa and grinned at him lewdly.

"This is three times the mess your mom and I usually make. You're very good." 

Munro raced off to the bathroom, shut the door and leaned against it, flicking over what he's just heard. His mom and Mrs Peters? Well, they were very close friends, much closer than he'd imagined. Coach Harrington had said his mom had been rather wild at college. Coach Harrington and his mom?

Hugely embarrassed Munro left the bathroom to find Mrs Peters dressed and ready to leave.

She kissed him and she pushed his head into her breasts. "Keep the drawing and do what you like with it Munro. It doesn't have my face or name attached. I only consented to sit so I could get a piece of you. I must dash. Bye, you exceeded my expectations."

He worked on finishing the drawing of Mrs Peters' breasts, thinking how authentic they looked. The nipples were uneven because one breast hung lower than the other. He sighed as he though of them being wrapped around his ears as he licked her cleavage. His phone went and checking caller ID he said carefully, "Hello Delaney."

"Hi, sorry about last night. I was so emotional, on edge. Never have I so blatantly felt a surge of interest in a guy before."

"Delacey -- it's fine. I felt the connectivity between us, especially with your glance as you were leaving. You looked so adorable."

"Really?"

"Yes. I would like something to happen between us Delacey, I mean for our relationship to reach beyond sex, if you know what I mean."

She was silent but Munro could hear her breathing rather rapidly. "Say it Delacey."

"Y-you me to go s-steady?"

"I'd rather like the idea."

"Me too."

They talked that through and she asked would he like to spent time with her during her summer break, perhaps go away with her.

"I'd like that. I'll phone mom now to call you and invite you to dinner tomorrow night."

"She'll want to know why," Delacey said, her voice rising.

"Keep calm, I'll tell her the reason. I know she has high regard for you. Dad thought enough of you to give you a super reference when you applied for med school."

Delacey choked and asked who'd told him that?

"Milly just before I called you last night. Don't fret, just wait and see what happens."

Delacey thanked Munro for that kind thought and said Jennifer Meadows had just called to pick up Munro's car from her and was on her way. She would arrive with pizza and a bottle of wine for dinner. Jennifer would insist she sleep in the second bedroom.

Munro awoke just before dawn next morning to hear Jennifer breathing at his bedside.

"May I share your bed?"

"I, er, have nothing on."

He heard a rustle and Jennifer said neither did she now. Munro threw aside the bed covers and she slipped into the bed and began kissing him, pulling his hand on to one of her rather small breasts. 

When they awoke to sunlight. Jennifer returned from the bathroom and after she slipped his erection into her and she began bouncing on him, Munro realized he was watching two of the most perfect and beautifully attached breasts he'd ever seen. Later in the morning he began sketching them in pencil, thinking over and over again how beautiful they were.

"You have captured me so perfectly Munro."

He said he thought so too and listened indignantly that she wished her breasts were larger and the nipples pointed up at an angle towards her chest.

"I've always desired larger breasts and my fiancé likes nipples that point upwards."

"Oh Jennifer." he groaned in disbelief. She misinterpreted that and going to her knees unzipped his shorts.

Without thinking after scanning the drawing Munro copied that image and the one of Mrs Peter's breasts on to a CD and handed it to Jennifer.

"Thank you, I will always treasure this. You don't want me to have my breasts enhanced, do you?"

Munro's horrified look told her what she wanted to know.

"Perhaps I'll remain the way I am," and was rewarded by a lovely smile from the artist.

* * *

Late that night when Munro was walking Delacey home he said, "My mother seems delighted that you and me are hitting it off."

"Yes, and she told me and said I had the glow, energy and sensitivity to be the perfect match for you."

"I bet she says to all my girlfriends," he joked.

Delacey smiled but said nothing.

"That is, if I'm to have dates with anyone else."

Delacey squeezed his arm. "Did you have sex with Jennifer?"

"Yes, at her invitation."

"That's what I like about you Munro. Most guys would have either lied and said no if it had happened or else said yes, that she'd asked for it. Have you two arranged to see each other again?"

"No," said Munro and felt his arm being squeezed again.

"Jennifer has the sketches of us and after she has hers printed she will get her brother to have a friend mount them professional -- his buddy works for a company that does that."

"Good, that's what should happen."

"It's not quite midnight. Will you come in at meet my parents -- they will be in bed watching TV?"

Munro was not sure about that but said okay when Jennifer said her mom had suggested that provided it was before midnight.

* * *

Jennifer carelessly left the folder with the sketches ready for mounting on the side of her desk when the eminent surgeon, a guest lecturer, walked by speaking into a headset about a mastectomy operation being displayed on large monitor in front of the twelve students. The lecturer accidentally knocked the folder to the floor and she pounced, only one of the sketches falling out.

"Ohmigod." The amplified shout of the surgeon filled the room, relieving the students focused and mostly white-faced at the screen of the double mastectomy with implant reconstruction done at the same time. They laughed and Jennifer's head bowed in shame, thinking it must be the sketch of Delacey splattered in semen.

The surgeon paused the DVD with her hand control unit and demanded, "Did you draw this?"

Before Jennifer could compose her denial Milly, sitting beside her, said, "My brother drew them Mrs Oliver." Mrs Oliver slipped the sketch back into the folder and asked everyone to concentrate and hit the play button. "You two see me at the end of my lecturer and bring the folder with you." 

As the two-hour lecture on the early detection and treatment of breast cancer finished and the students were clapping, Milly whispered, "Which sketch did she see?"

"I honestly don't know."

"I bet it was the one of Delacey covered in semen."

They looked at one another horrified.

"She's looking okay," Jennifer whispered hopefully as they approached the smiling surgeon. She took the folder and clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh and held up the sketch of Delacey after having had sex. "This is neither of you I gather?" she said -- it's that pretty young lady waiting for you at the door. What a lovely body." She looked through the rest of the sketches smiling and drew out the one that neither student recognized -- it was Mrs Peters' breasts.

Mrs Oliver looked at it thoughtfully while the two students exchanged more confident glances. Mrs Oliver then opened her handbag and gave her card to Milly. Could you please have your brother call me -- I may wish to engage him. I take it he's an adult?"

"Yes and draws in pencil, crayon and pastels and is a qualified designer in computer graphics."

"Computer graphics as well? How interesting."

"May I tell him what is the nature of the work?"

"I've been commissioned to write my third book and have almost completed the first draft. The theme is latest developments in breast surgery and PO care. I take it your brother is interested in breasts?"

"Oh yes Mrs Oliver but not in the medical sense I'm afraid. He's rather addicted to breasts but I assure you it is based on wonderment, as he is not perverted.

"Well, that is encouraging. If he can work under guidance and can draw tissue then I'll supply the technical input. The profession prefers drawings rather than photographs in textbooks. Please ensure he calls me."

CHAPTER 4

Surgeon Mrs Oliver asked the young man to sit and he shook his head when she offered coffee.

"Soda?"

"A beer would be nice."

God it was only 10:30, oh to be young. She picked up the phone and ordered coffee and a beer. "Yes Debra, a beer. Yes Debra, I know it's only mid-morning and yes I know it's irregular."




Something About Breasts



"Good staff difficult to find?" 

She smiled, thinking how impudent. The forty-nine year old brilliant surgeon on her third marriage was humbled when she realized the impudent pup was now following up his initial glance at her breasts with a full-on assessment of her chest as if it was bared. How could he possibly be interested in a sexual relic like her? Then she remembered what that cute busty student called Milly had said: her brother was rather addicted to breasts. The surgeon stared back, aware that for the first time in her distinguished career she was looking at a dedicated Titman. She'd suspected she'd been in the company of a few, including her second husband, but none had declared their fetish. Neither had this one but his sister had done it for him.

Mrs Oliver winced as she said the word: "My information is you have more than a passing interest in tits?"

The guy's mouth fell open. 

Oh God, had she been set-up and this guy was a senior divinity student? She was too old and hardened in being in charge of a big team to blush but she knew that technically she was blushing and very heavily. Say something Thelma she urged and she croaked, "Say something."

He looked at her calmly -- at least that's promising, she thought. Then he floored her.

"I'm just surprised that a hot-shot like you engaged in the repair and maintenance of a woman's best asset after her brain should speak so irreverently and use the chauvinistic and often contemptibly expressed male term 'tits'. Women so devoted to the herd-instinct would be outraged to hear such a word come through your lips with some comparing it with heresy."

"I...I..." Thelma, aware her mouth was opening and shutting like a goldfish's was saved by Debra arriving with a weak white coffee and a bottle of beer.

"Thank you Debra -- please fetch a glass."

Debra took an eyeful of the guy taking in an eyeful of her. Thrusting her chest forward aggressively she declared, "Young guys drink straight from the bottle, replicating the instinct remembered from their infancy."

Like a near-drowning swimmer out of her depth?" Thelma asked. "Is that correct Mr Morgan?"

"The first bit is, the second bit is a cute fabrication of a young woman wishing to signal something to me, but please call me Munro Thelma since we are about to commence a professional relationship."

"Mrs Oliver is a distinguished surgeon who is to be called Mrs Oliver," Debra said curtly.

"Nice try Debs but I'm not into hierarchical posturing. Thelma is interested in my for my artistic talent and provided she finds me competent, interesting and reasonably couth she'll hire me."

"Will I?"

"Of course you will, Thelma. Your entire career as a specialist is based on making correct decisions."

"Should I call security Mrs Oliver?"

"No thank you Debra. I'll remove one of his testicles if he proves difficult to handle."

"Mrs Oliver!"

"That is all Debra. I think if I hire him we'll become used to him."

Mrs Oliver watched Munro's eyes follow Debra's ass to the door and sighed, thinking how lovely it must be being young.

"Right, let's get on with this Thelma as I guess you are a busy professional."

"Thank you."

Munro took a swig of beer, opened his folio case and said, "I've mocked up a few suggestions for the dust-jacket but no doubt your publisher will arrogantly think that's their domain." He smiled when Thelma murmured, "And you're not arrogant?"

He showed her a comic-type sketch of a buxom blonde blade looking horrified at her right breast spurting blood from a scalpel incision and overprinted with the suggested title, 'No Longer the Deepest and Disfiguring Cut of All'.

Thelma's eyes looked terrorized.

"That's for the re-written and simplified version for the mass non-fiction book market. This one is for the technical book market."

Thelma looked at the printout of a beautifully shaped breast at post-operative inspection showing bruising and technically brilliant stitching. The over-printed title read, 'Options in Breast Surgery'.

Removing her hand from over her mouth Thelma said in awe, "This is almost photographic quality and no way could you have known to create stitching of that quality and bruising tones so life-like. Have you cracked into a supposedly secure website at a eminent teaching facility?"

"No, yesterday morning after my sister told me you wanted to interview me I photographed her left breast, scanned the image into my computer, loaded it into drawing software and converted it to diffuse it slightly into modeling format and then I went to work to render it to my satisfaction. For years I have visited hundreds of breast sites from porn to surgery so have amassed considerable knowledge. Before and after radical surgery sites left me sickened but then so do some porn sites. The stitching you see comes from a DVD of open-heart surgery of a young woman. I opened the image I selected on a split screen and cut and pasted the stitching on to my drawing and then tediously sized and manipulated it to suit the specific contour of my model's breast. I had difficulty replicating the bruising so that it looked realistic but opened sites on buttock surgery and finally found what I was looking for. Are you aware of the remarkable similarity between buttocks and breasts -- or perhaps you know it as ass and tits?"

Thelma smiled and acknowledged basic similarity. "When did you finish this computerized drawing?"

Wiping a hand over his mouth after taking two long sucks of beer, Munro said just over an hour ago. "Then a shower and shave and I was on my way here."

Thelma asked, "Is that twenty-seven hours without sleep?"

"I slept for just over an hour around 9:00 last night and from 2:00 until just after 4:00 this morning and had toilet breaks, meals breaks and went for short walks to refire my focus."

"Why punish yourself like that?"

"With me there is something about breasts. I need an income and was not satisfied working in advertising which is a major user of people like me. Your requirement seemed perfect for me. I looked at your website and went ouch when seeing the poor graphics without a touch of romance in the technical sense of illustration."

"There's little to romance about in breast surgery involving invasive cancer."

"Agreed to some extent, but if you manage to buy time for a woman or a man and in doing so manage to artistically conceal what has been done to them, that must help to boost pride in themselves."

"How do you know that?"

"Simply by thought, placing myself in their position."

"Hmmm."

Munro handed Thelma his folio. "This contains a large span of my work to demonstrate I don't focus exclusively on breasts. I'll go out and chat with Debra as she has lovely breasts."

"Debra is married."

"Is that so. She is a natural born flirt as are many women when confronted."

"Don't you are touch her."

"I said chat."

Thelma opened the folio so Munro went out and talked breasts with Debra who soon had him calling her Debs. He timed his return to Thelma perfectly. They discussed terms of engagement.

The discussion reached the point of finality when Munro said, "I'm happy with your suggested payment for the twenty-four illustrations now that you accept if you change your mind and require substitute drawings or extensions you gave to pay more. The time frame suits me nicely and I know that you will come to like me so much, working alongside you as they say, then you will open new doors for me as a medical illustrator."

"I'm not having sex with you if that's implied in what you've just said."

"It wasn't but now that you've brought it up no doubt we'll think about it."

"That's monstrous. I'm old enough to be your mother and I only recently remarried."

"You are an attractive woman and appear in good shape for your age but I must say I don't prey on women."

"Thank God for that."

"But we leave the option open eh, just in case the idea flames?"

"You are incorrigible, bordering on being disgusting."

"Let it ride Thelma. I work better with people without rules or doors being closed. I guess it's the type of mind a dedicated artist needs to work towards ultimate creativity. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

"Are you bitter after that closing chat?"

"No, I believe I'm becoming more relaxed with you. You must understand I work in the desperate area of breast surgery where women and men..."

"I know and understand although my knowledge about it is limited. Perhaps we'll combined well enough to give men and women with breast problems beyond the cosmetic band a deeper understanding that disfigurement is reducible and they will be placing themselves in the hands of surgeons like you who will do the very best for them. The image of you that I see is a very romantic one -- an angel with a scalpel. Over the top I would agree but nevertheless an alternative thought for some of your patients whose current image could be more akin to that of an abattoir. Right, should we get on with it?" Munro said, aware Thelma was staring at him, mouth open.

"Yes, of course. What do you suggest?"

"No formal contract, just an exchange of letters, yours setting our your requirements and just outlining our terms and conditions. Put in a clause that I void my contract with you if I dare to touch you and that I'm not to ask you to show me your tits or to draw what I think they may look like. I'll then imagine I'll agree to everything and write back saying so."

Thelma sighed. "I can see it's going to be fun working with you Munro, apart from watching you vomit when you are watching close-up surgery in my theatre. I'll have my letter to you in the mail this evening. Have you set up a date with Debra?"

"No, she's married."

"Go in peace Munro," Thelma smiled.

Munro called Milly and left a message about him accepting work with Mrs Oliver.

CHAPTER 5

Awaking but not stirring, Munro could hear females whispering.

"Guys wake in mornings with erections. What happens when they sleep through the day and wake up at evenings?"

He thought that was Delaney's voice with Milly replying: "It's of academic interest really but I suppose we should look."

Another voice (Jennifer?): "Let's strip off first and get in with him and see what he does with it when presented with three pairs of tits, three cunts and three assholes."

Milly whispered fiercely, "Jennifer!"

"It's called medical student research," Jennifer said defensively.

"I want to go into marriage an asshole virgin," Delaney said.

"Me too and I don't think I should let my brother fuck me."

"My Pete doesn't do butt," Jennifer said. "I was wanting to feel what it's like."

Milly said that whenever she and Munro had talked openly about sex he'd said he had no interest in back passage sex.

"But he's done me doggy," Jennifer said. "What about your Delaney?"

"Doggy on the floor, table and conventionally in bed. I was sweeping up crumbs on the kitchen floor when he caught me doing that wearing just a necklace."

Milly said he'd probably thought Delaney had set herself up for it to happen. "What's he like?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Long enough and it becomes very fat," Jennifer said. "It's beautiful to suck."

Milly said perhaps she should try him but Delaney squeaked 'No."

"You should Milly," Jennifer giggled. "What are brothers for? Why are you looking at me like that Delaney?"

"Tell her no."

"Er, no Milly. That's incest."

"Well, we're getting nowhere fast," Milly said. "Let's go out for a soda."

When they'd gone Munro flipped on to his back and lifted up the bedclothes and saw the largest erection he could remember having, but left it alone and went back to sleep.

He stirred feeling soft skin on his lips, his mind flashing a warning that it might be Milly's butt. But lo, he opened his eyes into the sweet eyes of Delaney.

"Hello big boy."

"Big?"

"You know what I mean," she said, easing back a little to run the tip of her tongue over his lips.

"Hop in and hop on," Munro said, throwing back the bedcovers.

Delaney stood up and waggled a finger. "Put that thing away and behave. I want you to regard me as a person nice enough to be your wife and to share things with rather than regard me as someone to pump that thing into."

Munro realized Delaney were in education mode but wished his penis had been given some exercise. Then he figured it was okay though because he saw Delaney grin as she observed the 'tent' in his bed. He said manfully: "I reckon I can go for a half an hour without thinking about screwing you Delaney if that's what you want."

"Thirty minutes? Oh how generous of you. Why not thirty days?"

He croaked, his voice having tied up on him. She laughed at his horrified look.

"I'm teasing, just as you were. No, judging by your look you weren't teasing?"

"Delaney," he whined. "Give a guy a break. I said I could go for half an hour without thinking about screwing you."

"Oh, your interest in actually doing it has declined already." She cupped her breasts and watched his eyes widen. "Ah, so I'm mistaken am I?"

He shrugged helplessly and she smiled and waited for him to say something.

He swallowed and said it was his attention to build up a complete relationship with her because she was so lovely, they must look great together and he was already developing feelings for her that he'd never experienced before.

She looked very interested and said that his mother had invited her and Jennifer to dinner. "We have shown her your drawings of our breasts and she wants you to draw hers to be framed and hung in their dressing room so your father will remember how she was in her prime. Your father left at noon to attend a medical conference so perhaps since you think you are so sexy we might line up after dinner and you can screw us all."

He shook his head and said, "Only you baby."

"Oh why -- think of all those shots you'd get away?"

"Only you. Jennifer is engage and my mother and my sister are not in contention and never will be. I'm surprised you didn't think that."

"Oh, ethical are we. We have a two-hour lecture on ethics every month so I am pleased that you're against incest."

Munro found it necessary to correct her. "I didn't say I was against it -- I just indicated it was not for me, no way."

"What about my mother and two sisters -- are they out of bounds."

"Yes, of course, and so are your brother and father. What's got into you?"

Delaney walked right up to him and pulled his hand from under his head and placed it under her short skirt on to her pussy. As soon as she drew away her hand from his wrist he ripped his hand out as if he'd burnt his fingers.

"You're on tenterhooks," she accused. "Why?"

"Because I'm trying to connect with you, to try to appease you and you've already indicated you don't want me to focus on you lustfully."

"But I like you stroking my titties and sucking and nipping them and your do that so masterfully and I've decided I don't wish to be fucked by anyone but you. At least not in the foreseeable future. If you could get a decent job I'd consider going exclusively with you with the proviso that you learn to grow up and not think everything is about tits and pussy."

"But I know that everything is not about tits and pussy. First and foremost I'm an illustrator."

"Oh yeah, since when?"

"Since this morning when I agreed to supply surgeon Mrs Oliver with twenty-four professional standard drawings for her new book for $20,000 and that includes briefings, theatre and research time with a deadline from when we start next week of one month. She's also promised to open doors for me that will lead to work for teaching DVD's, pamphlets for patients and medical research presentations and for medical websites -- and that's only breast illustrations."

"Oh God, if you do well you'll become famous."

"She said that as well as saying I'd probably build my business and require a warehouse studio and specialist staff."

Delacey beamed with pride and said it was all because of Mrs Oliver knocking that folder off Jennifer's desk. "But the tits that fascinated Mrs Oliver were a mystery pair. Whose are they -- Milly is sure there are not your mother's and she says you don't know any women anywhere your mother's age?"

Munro intoned, "I had a dream..."

"That's crap," Delacey giggled. "We girls will get it out of you."

"Delacey?"

"What is it sweet one?"

"Can we begin going steady as from today?"

"Will you have meaningful conversations of at least fifteen minutes long with me?"

"Yes."

"Will you share in some of my interests and allow me to share some of your interests?"

"Yes."

"And fuck me when I need it and when you need it?"

"Oh yes."

"Right, now for the big one. Will you continue to worship my breasts?"

"That's an unnecessary question Delaney and you know it."

"Right, then we are a number. I suggest you get rid of that erection, dress and come out and join us for the big two announcements."

"The job is one, what is the other?"

"Our pre-engagement announcement."

Munro grinned and asked was that necessary.

"Oh yes, it will be a warning to those three females out there to keep their hands off you. I'll attend to all of your requirements darling."

THE END



Something About Elevators



Everyone has a fantasy, even me. Mine is to be fucked by a stranger in an elevator. Let me explain why I have such a fantasy. I love to read, and many of the erotic porn tales I enjoy have some scene where a girl encounters a man, often a stranger, in an elevator and something kinky and erotic takes place. Sometimes she's groped and fingered, sometimes she's pinned against the wall and fucked like a whore.

Now, the building I work in has an elevator that breaks all the time. I've told my boyfriend about it, but he thinks my fantasy is silly and tells me it would be impossible. To be honest, he's right. The elevator only seems to break down at the end of the day when it's full of tired people who aren't happy, and to be honest, none of them are anyone I'd be willing to fuck. A few times it will freeze in the morning, but that's really rare. I'm usually on it during the end of the day break-downs.

Some might ask why I bother to take the elevator if it frequently breaks. Well, I work on the eleventh floor of a twelve-story building. I'm the personal assistant, or secretary as some might call it, to the operations manager. The men who work on the top floor are the owner and president of the company. I've been up there a couple of times with my boss. The secretaries there have been there for years and they look it. I tried once taking the stairs, but in my high heels, the walk was murder.

Every day is pretty much the same routine for me. I live with my boyfriend of two years currently. Our sex life has kind of waned lately and I fear he's cheating on me. I get up and shower while he makes us coffee and breakfast. We have breakfast, get dressed, then head off to our respective jobs.

My usual work attire is a skirt with thigh-high stockings underneath, lace thong panties and matching bra because they make me feel sexy. I pick a nice soft colored blouse, and depending on what we might have scheduled, will depend on if I pair it with a jacket or a vest. Occasionally I wear a tie, but that's only for formal occasions. Of course, I'm always in high heels, usually black. I usually wear my blonde hair down as pulling it up gives me a headache. My makeup is always professional and conservative that complements my blue eyes because of the number of clients I must greet.

My boyfriend Charles works across town as an accountant. The only time he's really busy is during tax time. Hence why I fear he's cheating on me, tax time is long since over. He wears a nice Italian suit to the office and always looks sharp. He keeps his black hair cut short and neat, clean-shaven, and has the deepest, brown eyes I've ever seen. Of course he's handsome, tall, and what many women lust over. I really hoped he's not cheating on me.

I chose a pink blouse and wore a matching pink bra and thong. I selected my black skirt with vest, my black stockings and heels. As I gathered my things, Charles said, "I might be working late again tonight."

I sighed. "Really?"

Charles wrapped his arms around my waist. "Mackenzie, you know I love you."

"I know," I replied.

"Mackenzie, I'm trying to woo a new client."

"What's her name?"

Charles rolled his eyes. "I'm not dignifying that question with an answer."

"And you wonder why I'm suspicious," I said and pulled away.

Charles grabbed me and kissed me forcefully. "I love you Mackenzie. It's why I'm busting my ass to do this."

The kiss made my toes curl and my hair straighten. Yeah, Charles knew how to end a fight. "I love you too, Charles."

Now, that damn kiss made me horny and wet, but we were both at risk of being late so sex had to wait. I drove to work and of course, traffic sucked. I ran to catch the elevator that was filling up fast. It was pretty full, but I managed to squeeze in along with a few others. Many of the employees get off between the third and fifth floor. I'm usually the last one on, but today I noticed the light for the twelfth floor was on. After the few who got off on the seventh floor left, I noticed a man standing in the back wearing a nice suit. We were the only two left on the elevator.

As we passed the eighth and ninth floor, the elevator suddenly lurched and stopped. I went flying and would have landed on my ass had the stranger not caught me. His strong arms incased in the expensive Italian suit (I could tell when I was this close) held me up and I could smell the erotic aroma of his expensive cologne. A moment later we were plunged into darkness for almost a minute before the emergency lights came on.

"Are you all right?" he asked. His voice was deep, sexy, and accented.

"Yeah," I said. "You?"

"Fine." He stood me back up and asked, "What was that?"

"Fucking elevator just malfunctioned. Oh... shit... damn! I'm sorry." Me and my damn filthy mouth.

"It's fine," he replied. "I take it this happened before?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Too often if you ask me."

"I'm Samuel," he said, extending his hand."

"Mackenzie," I replied, taking his hand.

Samuel was tall, dark haired, dark skinned, and sexy as fuck. The man filled out his suit in a way men should. I had to force myself to stop staring. "Do you work here?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm Mr. Tomkins' personal assistant or secretary depending on who you ask."

"And you've been trapped in here before?"

"Yeah, but usually at the end of the day, not at the beginning."

"Just my luck then," he said.

"Where are you from?" I had to know where that accent was from.

"Egypt," he replied.

"Your accent is unique."

"What accent?"

"Well... to me... that is..."

Samuel began to laugh. "I'm teasing you. I know you American's hear an accent when I speak."

I stepped over to the emergency phone. "Hello? Hello?" I called out. Nothing.

I replaced the phone and sighed. "Looks like a power failure."

"Is that why the lights are so dim?"

"Yup, and why the fucking phone won't work. Shit! I mean..."

Samuel laughed again. "I don't mind your swearing," he said. "In fact, I find it kind of sexy."

I felt my cheeks burn as I blushed. "I didn't want you to think I'm trashy."

"Never."

I walked over to the wall, then remembered my cell phone. I dug into my purse, pulled it out, and threw it back in. "No fucking signal." I had forgotten the company had made the elevators cellphone proof to cut back on people talking and bothering the riders.

"Looks like we're trapped."

"It does indeed."

Samuel moved toward me. "Maybe we can make good use of our time."

"How so?" I asked.

Samuel leaned down and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. Images from multiple erotic stories flashed through my mind. Here was this handsome stranger kissing me in an elevator. I could feel his hard cock press against my body, the scent of his cologne and my arousal filled my nostrils, and my thong got wetter. He took my hands at my wrists, held them over my head, and pressed his body against me.

"I can smell your pussy, you know," he said, breathlessly. "And I'm curious to see what you taste like."

I shuddered as he kissed me again. His tongue invading my mouth, probing, teasing, tasting. I felt my nipples stand up and press out like the buttons on a winter coat against his chest. One hand held my wrists, the other began to unbutton my blouse and vest. I knew it was wrong, I was letting this stranger touch me where only Charles has, and yet, I wanted it. I wanted this stranger to fulfill my fantasy. His hand caressed my bra covered breast as he began to kiss down my jaw line. I moaned softly as he pushed my bra up.

"Beautiful tits," he said.

"Thanks," I replied.

He released my wrists and clamped his mouth on one nipple as his fingers began twisting my other causing me to moan. His free hand reached under my skirt, teasing my pussy though my thong. Electricity shot through my body as he sucked, bit, tugged, and touched me. I reached out and began to push his jacket off his shoulders. I had to touch him too.

I felt his hands reach under my skirt and lower my thong. "I'm going to taste you now," he growled.

I shuddered as he raised my skirt and lowered my pink thong to the floor. So many thoughts ran through my mind, so many words I wish I could have said as I placed my hand on his muscular shoulder and stepped out of my thong. A moment later I felt his lips latch onto my pussy and suck. I moaned loudly and shuddered. I nearly had an orgasm right there and then. I braced myself against the wall as his tongue probed my inner walls, then flicked my clit.

His hands came up my legs and held my ass firmly as he sucked my clit into his mouth. He pushed my legs apart as far as I could go and remain standing, then slid one finger into my ass, and one into my pussy. I screamed as I exploded on his fingers. I felt my pussy clamp down as my orgasm raged through my body. My juices ran down my leg, inside my thighs.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed.

Samuel was on his feet in a split second. I heard his zipper fall and I caught a quick glance of his rigid shaft with the purple knob before I felt his cock slam into me. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he began thrusting. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, my feet dangling off the floor, and I was being fucked. With each pump he said in my ear, "Your. Pussy. Is. Mine. Now."

I wasn't going to argue as he was fucking me silly. I just moaned and savored the moment. I was so caught up in the magical spell of what we were doing that I hadn't realized he was fucking me bareback or that I was cheating on Charles. All I cared about was his cock deep in my pussy, fucking me like a cheap whore.

The air was filled with the scent his cologne and raw sex as we fucked. In the dim light of the elevator, we fucked like a pair of animals. Grunting, moaning, fucking. Samuel kissed me with the same force he fucked me with, building my orgasm to new heights. The final straw was his finger invading my ass, pushing me over the edge. I screamed as my body exploded with sexual release. Samuel kept pumping even as I felt my inner walls clamp down and squeeze his cock.

Then, without warning he pulled out and dropped me to the cold floor with a thud. He grabbed my hair harshly, causing me to cry out and stuffed his cock into my mouth. A moment later my mouth was filled with the taste of my pussy and his sticky sweet cum. He fucked my mouth the way he had fucked my pussy. I swallowed his seed, drinking down the sweet and salty treat.

Once his cock had softened, he pulled out and the lights came on. I knew the cameras would be working, so I quickly put my bra back into place and buttoned my blouse and vest. I looked around but my thong was nowhere to be found. Samuel put his cock back into his pants and picked up his jacket as I stood up. The emergency phone rang, I stepped over and answered. "Hello?"

"Oh shit!" said the man's voice on the other end. "Someone's in there?"

"Two someones," I replied.

Samuel smiled wickedly, hiding his laugh. "We'll get you two out as quickly as possible. Is anyone hurt?"

"You hurt?" I asked Samuel.

"My cock is soft, but otherwise I'm fine," he said.

I rolled my eyes at him then said, "No, we're fine."

"Okay, we'll have you two moving in a moment."

I hung up the phone, then asked, "Where is my thong?"

"You mean, 'my thong' now don't you?"

I rolled my eyes again. "Fine, whatever."

A moment later, the elevator moved and soon the doors slid open. We stepped off and headed to the stairs. At least we were on the tenth floor so I only had to hike up one flight of stairs. I was greeted by my coworkers who were worried about me, and Samuel disappeared into my past. I assured everyone I was fine and had to fill out a mountain of paperwork about the incident in the elevator where I neglected my naughty encounter with Samuel. I'm sure he had to do much of the same.

The remainder of my day was me fielding questions about my time in the elevator. Everyone wanted to know if I was scared, bored, etc. I had a hard time focusing because I was too busy dealing with my guilt about what I had done to Charles. I allowed myself to cheat on him because on some dark level, I had assumed he was already cheating on me. Several times I picked up my cell and started to call, only to end the call and talk myself out of it. I decided to come clean when I got home. Better to confess my sins face to face.

I stayed a bit late to catch up on my paperwork that would have been done during my entrapment with Samuel. The ride downstairs was completely uneventful, except for my tears of shame. I was about to ruin my relationship with Charles and I knew it was all my fault. As I drove home, I talked myself out of telling Charles, deciding that what he didn't know, wouldn't hurt me... or him.

I was shocked to see Charles' car in the driveway. I knew I had to tell him about the elevator, but how much was the real question. I walked in and heard voices.

"Charles! I'm home!" I called out.

"In the kitchen baby!" replied Charles.

I took a deep breath, set my things down, and took my walk of shame. I entered the kitchen to the sound of two men laughing, and a man saying, "She sucked my cock dry and licked me clean."

My heart stopped. I knew that accented voice. There at my kitchen table having a beer with Charles, was Samuel.

"Hey baby!" exclaimed Charles, who jumped up and kissed me. "This is my old college roommate Sam. He's in town for a few days and came by for a visit. Sam, this is Mackenzie, my girlfriend."

I knew Samuel could see the fear in my eyes as he said, "Charles has been telling me all about you."

I swallowed hard, then said, "It's... um... nice to... um... meet you."

"What's wrong hon?" asked Charles.

So much baby, just so much. That's what I should have said. I should have confessed my sins, but instead I said, "Incident at work with that fucking elevator again."

"Oh shit, were you trapped too?" asked Charles.

"Too?" I asked.

"Sam was telling me he was trapped in an elevator with a woman at your business. He thinks she was a client. A horny bitch, whoever she was. She sucked his cock dry and they fucked like animals."

My heart was racing. I wanted to cry when Samuel said, "It seems the building had a power failure and several folks were trapped in the elevators."

Wait... he wasn't throwing me under the bus? What the fuck? I decided to play along. "Yeah, but sadly I was alone."

I couldn't believe it, I was lying to Charles and getting away with it. I was so ashamed of myself. I excused myself to use the restroom and try to wash away my shame. As I finished, Samuel was standing outside my door.

"I realized quickly you might have been Charles' Mackenzie so I adjusted my story just a bit."

"You could have tattled on me."

"I know," he said, "but I also know that Charles is crazy about you."

"So, what now?"

Samuel handed me back my thong and said, "Now we move forward. I won't tell if you won't."

I nodded my head and slipped back into the bathroom. Once my thong were on, and my hands were washed, I returned to listen to the boys chat. It seemed they had their fair share of ladies in their wilder days and fucked a few ladies in an elevator, but Charles made it clear he was a one-woman man now. It felt like a kick in the gut.

Shortly after Samuel left I took a shower. Guilt raged through my body. I wanted to tell Charles everything. Instead, I scrubbed my skin raw and cleaned my pussy of all evidence of my illicit affair. I dried off and crawled into bed naked where Charles was waiting. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head softly.

"Rough day," he said.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Enjoy having your elevator fantasy fulfilled?"

My heart fucking stopped. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Charles," I sobbed.

"Shhh," he said, holding me tight. "You don't need to apologize."

"How... how... how did... how did you..." I couldn't get my words out.

Charles shifted so we were looking at each other. "As Samuel was telling me his story, it just sounded like your elevator fantasy. Then he let it slip that the girl was wearing a pink bra with matching thong panties. That's your favorite set."

I began to cry. "I never intended to--," Charles kissed me before I could finish.

"I know baby, I know. He did stress he was the aggressor. Plus, I saw the panicked look on your face when you saw him in the kitchen."

I cried for several minutes while Charles held me tight. Finally I said, "I'm so sorry. Should I pack my shit and leave?"

"Why?" he replied.

"Because I cheated on you," I said.

"True. But as I see it, it wasn't a planned affair, it was an opportunity you took advantage of."

None of this made any sense. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Only that I love you Mackenzie, and I'm not letting this ruin our relationship."

We didn't make love that night, I was too busy crying. I knew something wasn't right, but as to what that was, I had no idea. It would be a few nights later when I would learn the truth. Samuel came over for dinner, and it was clear he knew I had told. I fixed steaks and all the trimmings, and dinner was tense. Finally, Samuel spoke. "So, Mackenzie, Charles tells me you two have been together for about two years now."

"Yeah," I replied, "that's about right."

"And he still hasn't made an honest woman out of you."

"It's fine," I lied. It wasn't, but at this point I wasn't about to rock the boat.

"Did Charles tell you how we met?"

"He said you two were college roommates."

"That's true," said Samuel, sipping his wine. "Did he tell you about what we did in college?"

"No." Where was this going?

"Charles and I worked on elevators through college. In fact, I spoke with the maintenance staff in your building about fixing the problem with the elevators breaking down so often."

My heart raced as Samuel spoke. This wasn't going well and I didn't like what I was hearing. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Did Charles also tell you that he once fucked my girlfriend?"

I looked at Charles in shock. "What's he talking about?"

Charles sighed, "We were drunk and at a frat party."

"I told him he owed me," said Samuel "The other day in the elevator, I was able to make things right."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"He fucked my girlfriend in college, I fucked his girlfriend in an elevator."

The feeling of being kicked in the gut was triple strength this time. "But... but that... that was a random encounter."

"Really?" he said. "Think about it Mackenzie. You and I just happen to be in an elevator that breaks down when we are alone and doesn't come back until we are finished. I'm sure Charles enjoyed the show as well."

I felt nauseous. I was used in a sick revenge plot, and I was pissed. "Is that why you were so quick to forgive me?" I shrieked at Charles.

He nodded his head. "I'm sorry Mackenzie."

My head was spinning. I wasn't sure who I was angrier with more, Charles, Samuel, or me. I stood up, threw my drink into Samuel's face, slapped Charles and said, "You two bastards deserve each other."

I ran out of the house, jumped into my car and took off. I spent the night in a local hotel thinking about what had occurred. Despite my rage at Charles and Samuel, it was the woman in the mirror I was most pissed off with. Had I said 'no' when Samuel kissed me, none of this would have happened. I chose to cheat on Charles because I assumed he was cheating on me.

I returned home the next morning and it was clear Charles had about as much sleep as I did. He admitted to sharing my fantasy with Samuel some time ago, and never thought he'd use it against us until he arrived a day earlier and put Samuel's twisted plan into motion. We spent the day talking and crying. Turns out I was wrong, Charles wasn't cheating on me, but he also said he wasn't going to seek out revenge either since he did set me up in the first place.




Something About Elevators



Somehow, we forgave each other, but it wasn't easy. A week after Samuel left, two-dozen long stemmed roses were delivered to my desk. One dozen came with a card was from Charles telling me how much he loved me, and the other dozen was from Samuel apologizing for the deception. That evening, an expensive bottle of pink champagne was delivered by FedEx with a note that said, "Charles, We're even. Samuel."

From then on, we only shared our fantasies and lived them out with each other. Samuel was a lesson we both needed to learn the hard way and I never distrusted Charles again.



Something About Gary



Chapter 1

“Where the hell’s Gary?” Richard asked a few of his friends in one of the cramped corners of the rec room. 

It wasn’t like Gary to leave a party that had so many attractive women present, Richard thought to himself. Maybe

Gary was in one of the bedrooms getting with one of them right now. 

Richard didn’t know. He figured he would look for his friend, who was hard to miss. Gary was a big, black gentleman

that stood out in a crowd, often the life of the party. That he would leave a party unannounced was unlike him. 

Richard often entertained many of his friends on weekends, and this one was no different. The 34-year-old white

male was making a very good living for he and his wife, Natalie, a 27-year-old brunette with outstanding physical

features and soft, brown hair. 

It was a good party Richard was throwing on this evening, so good that many of the attendants were getting awfully

drunk. 

Richard was wandering down one of the hallways of his spacious home in search of his friend when he heard

laughter coming from outside the bathroom. 

He didn’t think much of it. He got closer to the bathroom and saw it was his wife, Natalie, and her best friend, Nicole. 

They were looking in at the bathroom, laughing hysterically. Natalie was nearly falling over. 

Now Richard was a bit curious as to what was going on. 

As he got closer, Natalie saw him and urged him forward. 

“Richard, honey, you have to see this,” she said. 

She pulled her husband by the arm to the door of the bathroom, and Richard peeked in to see Gary, passed out,

sitting on the toilet. His pants were around his ankles, his head leaning off to one side. 

Richard was a bit amused, but didn’t think it was as funny as the two women made it out to be. 

“Okay, so Gary had a few beers and passed out in the bathroom. What’s so funny about that?” he asked. 

Natalie grabbed him by the arm again, and this time led him into the bathroom. 

“Honey, look,” she said, bringing him up to the feet of the unconscious black man. 

Richard looked down, and gasped at what he saw. 

Gary’s penis was humongous. It hung down between his legs, the head of it touching the toilet water. 

“Is it getting a drink?” Natalie whispered in a cute tone. 

“I didn’t know they came in jumbo size,” Nicole said from the hallway. 

Richard felt sick to his stomach. He really didn’t think another man could have a bigger penis than him. Richard’s was

average - about six inches — and he thought all men had about that same size. 

Gary’s was beyond that, and he didn’t even have an erection. It looked like an optical illusion. 

“H-how long has he been here?” asked Richard, stumbling over his words. 

“I don’t know,” Natalie said, still laughing. “Nicole and I came down to the bathroom to get some washcloths and the

door was open so we went right in. Have you ever seen anything like that?” 

Richard assumed she meant the size of Gary’s penis. 

“Um, no,” he said.

“Just don’t flush the toilet,” Nicole chimed in. “His dick might get caught.”

Natalie laughed hysterically again.

Richard couldn’t believe how giddy the two women were, but they were awfully drunk.

“You better wake him up,” Natalie said. “God, if all the other guests see this...”

She motioned toward Gary’s large penis.

Richard felt awfully awkward, but somewhat aroused. 

Was Natalie enjoying this little spectacle?

Did she ever fantasize about a man like this?

The two women went back to the party, and Richard woke Gary up. He was startled, and embarrassed. He apologized for his state.

Chapter 2

Days went by quickly after the incident at the party, and Richard would not see Gary for weeks.

Although he wound up seeing him sooner, in a way he didn't expect.

Richard walked into his house the one afternoon after work and heard loud laughing, women laughing, in the kitchen.

Whatever it was that was so funny engrossed them so much they didn’t hear the husband arrive home.

He knew he heard his wife, and recognized the other voices as Nicole’s, and another of his wife's friends, Annette.

“That should be in the Guiness Book of World Records,” said one voice.

“Seriously...how does...how does he get it in his pants?” asked another woman.

“Must have to let it hang down one of the pants legs I guess,” said Natalie, her voice recognizable to Richard.

“Or he coils it around his leg,” said Annette.

An eruption of laughter.

Richard felt a growing erection. He could not believe what he thought he heard.

Were these women talking about Gary’s freakishly huge penis? Their candid chatter excited him.

He decided to walk into the kitchen.

“Hi hun,” he said, acting as if he just arrived home.

The women scrambled about to hind something. It dawned on Richard that they must have snapped a Polaroid of Gary when he was passed out days earlier at the party.

Not only were they amused by the sight, they took a picture to record it.

He acted as though he didn't know what they were chatting about before he walked in.

Their faces, all pretty ones, were red with embarrassment. They almost got caught.

“I heard you guys laughing about something...what's up?” asked Richard, putting away some groceries.

Silence.

“Um, just looking at some pictures Annette brought over, one of them was kind of funny,” said the wife.

“Oh, what was it?” asked the husband.

Silence.

“What was it?” asked Natalie.

“Yeah, what was the picture of?” asked the husband, still acting casual.

Natalie didn’t answer. Nicole did.

“It was a picture of a horse,” she said.

The women held in their laughter.

“A horse? What’s so funny about that?” asked the husband.

Natalie changed the subject and the women soon left. Richard knew things would start to get interesting.

MORE TO COME



Something About Hannah



Something About Hannah---a modern day love story

What was it about Hannah that I just couldn't quite figure out? Sure, I am still a virgin, but I'd like to think of myself as the kind of guy that could always find at least one attractive characteristic in most any woman. Somewhere in between physical beauty, intelligence and personality is surely the core of their magnetism. 

I was willing to bet that Hannah has all three of those traits.

Since she seemed to be an easily approachable sort, I agreed to come running with her this weekend and even boasted about my 5:08 time in the mile, just to play upon her feminine pride. At least she didn't dog me out when her time bested mine easily with her doing a 4:52 flat. Being beat by a girl never felt so damn good. I liked that.

Next weekend was clear, dry with a seasonably warm breeze and Hannah wore some tight yellow shorts that contrasted nicely against her perfectly bronzed skin, deepening the hue of her eyes to a nearly emerald green. When she caught me fixating upon her, I snapped out of it and confessed,

"It's just that I thought yesterday, your eyes were blue. Today they look green. Now, which are they?"

"I think they look kind of like muddy water but my big sister says they are definitely hazel. A warm brown of a teddy bear's smile and a tinge of sea green that matches with my fascination of all things in nature."

I nodded, "Do you have any animals? I mean like a cat or a dog or maybe even a fish?"

"Oh, yes," Said Hannah, "I have a pair of squirrel friends, a baby skunk that thinks I'm her mother and one crazy African Grey Parrot that mimics everything you say. I mean everything. What about you, Jason?"

I felt bested again, but replied, "If I tell you, promise not to laugh, okay? They're not like you think but actually a bag of laughs with all the silly antics and spastic fits when they are happy. It almost looks like he might bite you, but he'll just lightly nibble. He wouldn't ever bite unless you are mean to him..."

"All right all ready, what in tarnations is it? A bear? A monkey? What?"

Hannah's cheeks were all flushed and I could tell she wasn't very good at suspenseful conversation. "It's a ferret and I named him Mac because this guy is HUGE. Some people say he stinks but I'm so used to it I don't notice it any more. Wanna' meet him later?"

A surprised look crossed her face and with an eyebrow raised she says, "Aren't ferrets illegal in California?"

"Yeah, I don't know why, but they are legal in Colorado where I bought him. Now we are attached at the hip, so don't let him out and never tell anyone about Mac, okay Hannah?

What's your crazy parrot named?"

"It's Pollyanna, my baby skunk's name is Penelope. Cindy and Mindy are the two girly squirrelies."

"Woo, Pollyanna, now that's an original name, isn't it?"

"Whatever, she's the one who told me. As if I would actually pick such a corny bird-brained name like that. If you don't watch yourself I'll teach Pollyanna to insult you on demand. Check this out, (pssh...ttha) tell Jason what he is."

"Squaaak! Whew who, Jason's a butthead, Jason's a butthead"

"Funny, very funny, Hannah. Say, let's get some frozen yogurt. I've got a couple two for one coupons, wait, did I say that right? I have a coupon that is a two for one."

"I know what you meant."

As together we strolled by a vine of honeysuckle blossoms, I pinched off the biggest, most fragrant bunch then nestled it atop Hannah's cinnamon brunette hair. "I've always wanted to do that."

"Why thank you, Jason. I've always wanted someone to do something like that for me too."

Down to the yogurt shop, while we sat there licking away, Hannah noticed how I was devouring mine before she had barely eaten three bites of hers.

"That's no way to enjoy the flavor! You have to slowly taste every aspect with all of your senses, not just your tongue. Watch this."

The way that she let the frozen concoction melt as she swirled it around her tongue was more like she was making love to the yogurt. I slowed down and tried Hannah's method. She was right and I liked that too. 

"I've never met a guy that didn't have an underlying reason for being so nice to me like you are right now. Why are you so much different than any other boy and actually spend your time doing things that I like to do? I mean that most guys won't even give me a second look, much less pick a flower for me, but you did. Why?"

I thought about it, then said,

"Walk with me and let me show you what I'm talking about before I start getting all tongue tied. No, let's just sit here on this bench. I'm not really quite sure how to say this, but most of my buddies think you're a ..a lesbian. I almost socked Joey for spreading that rumor around. You're not, are you, Hannah?"

A scowl crossed her face. "That's hilarious, just fucking delirious! What if I am, Jason? Would you believe me if I said I actually wanted it that way?"

I just stuck my foot in my mouth, but sheepishly squawked, "I just asked, okay?"

Hannah pinned me down and said, "Would a lesbian do this, and this, or even this?"

"Oh, yes, I believe you. Your secret's safe with me, my little flower girl."

I wrapped my arm around her slim waist and pulled her warm body close enough to smell her intoxicating scent of jasmine scented soap. Each feathery kiss became a case of need that brought our lips together like two pieces of a puzzle's snugly fitting bond. I know I liked this feeling enough to tell me what it is about Hannah I liked. I liked her.

Next weekend on Saturday morning, I got up early enough to be at the track before her, but when I finished doing 200 straight sit-ups and was about to start some sets of 20 pull-ups, I realized that Hannah was on the bleachers watching me. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to gain a new admiration for those washboard pecs that I never knew about. I think they make you even sexier than before."

I felt the blood rushing to my face, noticeably blushing. "Did you just come right out and say I look sexy?":

"No, what I said was you look even sexier than before you were sexy, which means I want that sexy, hunk of a guy to stop beating around the bush and finish what you started."

I tried to act cool, but she had my number.

"You mean do my pull-ups? I'm not really sure, Hannah."

This time, it was her turn to show, not tell, and there was no doubt left when Hannah pulled me underneath the bleachers, lifted up her sport bra and sighed,

"Jason, I think you are who I've been waiting for. I knew you were from the moment we first kissed and you showed me what was missing from my life. Don't stop there, finish what you started, but this time take me all the way. I'm ready."

My heart skipped a beat and I still stuttered before mustering up the courage to tell her, but I had to. "I-I'm still a virgin, a-a-and I don't even have a condom for Christ sake! Jesus, Hannah, I want this as much as you do, maybe even more than you, but I can't. Not today, okay?"

Hannah always seemed to know what to do and man, did I love that!

"Shhh...take those shorts off while I remove mine. Lookie what I brought for you, Jason."

She placed the condom into my hand and whispered, "You have no idea."

I just about passed out from shock but all I could say was, "You're so bad, Hannah, and I love it!"

I did as she requested and timidly shed the last remaining shield of my protruding manhood that elicited a gasp from my lover.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, actually I hoped it wasn't too small but it's just right. It's my first time too, so this will be a joint venture. Here, let me do this."

I stopped her and replied,

"No. Let me do this."

Skin on skin, mouth to mouth and soul to soul, my tongue and lips explored down her supple neck to circle around taut nipples atop firm, ripe breasts. Hannah arched her back in ecstasy when my warm fingers massaged the steamy wetness of her sex, but when my lips found and suckled lightly on her sensitive button-like nub of pleasure, bliss filled whimpers and a glowing smile signaled that, yes, she was ready as I was too. "Thank you, Hannah, you're the best!"

Underneath the bleachers didn't last long, so we spent the remainder of the afternoon in my apartment discovering the best parts we had to share. "Are you hungry yet?"

Hannah snuggled under my arm and looked up with those dreamy eyes of the warmest brown. "You're going to cook? If you are, then I'll have some French toast and home fries with buttermilk biscuits and country gravy."

I smacked that hard ass, saying, "What? No OJ?"

"Yeah, that would be oh, so very nice, darling."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Dear diary, I made a decision yesterday that I do not regret and I am so happy that I did because Jason was the ideal lover for me. We were both a bit clumsy at first, I felt somewhat awkward letting my best friend explore the nether regions of my body, but the way that Jason touched me felt like no other I'd ever known. I felt his rampant desire for me that was so pure, so perfect and oh, so very right it erased all doubt in my mind my decision was final.

The world stopped turning and time stood still that moment we first made beautiful love. I would do it again.":

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Journal log, 2/4/2007

"Today, Hannah gave me the most special gift that any girl can give and I did my best to make our lovemaking just as special for her as it was for me because I do love her so.

I want to take Hannah to Santa Cruz bay this weekend since she hasn't yet seen the Pacific Ocean.

I wonder if she thinks of me as I do of her, that loving her is the easiest thing I've ever done because she makes it so simple to do and I want to give her the world. My world."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I was hoping, Hannah was ecstatic about spending the day at the beach with me. She even assembled an impressive luncheon basket of fresh tropical fruits and assorted gourmet cheeses then paired it with a very nice bottle of Beringer Cabernet Sauvignon, `94. There was little doubt that my friend has impeccable taste indeed. I can now safely say I'm in love with Hannah.

The beach at Santa Cruz was so jam packed with co-eds and family frolickers, I suggested we hop on over to Morro Bay where we should have more privacy, We did.

"Before you go running off, I have something for you to wear. I'm not sure if it fits until you try it on for size, would you wear this Hannah?"

When she saw the two-piece, yellow polka-dot bikini, I knew that my choice was affirmed.

"Oh, Jason, it's so, so naughty! I've never worn a two-piece before, and this one is not one my dad would approve of if he were here you know. Stay there, I'll be right back."

For someone who supposedly was a "nice" girl, she sure did know how to put on a tease show as piece by piece, one by one, every stitch came flying out the back of my Accord hatchback with her pink panties being the last, landing square upon my nose. I was in heaven.

"Ya like it, Jason?"

I smiled, "You have no idea, baby, no idea."

"C'mon, let's get wet and under the water so we can make love in the sea. This skimpy bathing suit makes me feel so vulnerable, so accessible, so unnaturally horny! Please, baby, I want to make you so happy, if you only knew."

Although the surf was cold, Hannah's body was warm enough for the both of us. We played horsie rides and laughed at each other's jokes, even if they weren't funny. Hannah took a clump of seaweed and put it on top of her head, then cackled, "Look at me, I'm the wicked witch of the sea!"

Not to be bested once again, I stuck a smaller piece in my mouth and growled, "Look, I forgot to brush my teeth today!"

We were having so much fun that it was nearly sunset before we realized it. Hannah pulled me closer, with those big hazel eyes looking up at me and her arms looped around my neck.

"I haven't been avoiding you, in fact, I have been thinking about you and what we are, what we've become, and what we will be. I..."

I stopped her sentence and withdrew my grandmother's pear shaped diamond engagement ring from my coin pocket. "I'm guessing that your ring size is a five. Will you wear this for me, Hannah?"

Tears began to well up her eyes and her voice cracked with the effort to speak.

"Thanks for your offer, and the ring is quite nice, but what I have been meaning to tell you is that I'm going back to West Virginia. My mother read my diary and is sending me far away from you."

I fought back my own tears, replying, "Tell your mom no, I'm not going, anything, just please don't leave me now. I love you so much, my beautiful Hannah girl."

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Make love to me, let me make love to you for the rest of the night. That's how I want to remember you, the best, the only lover I ever knew and ever will."

I sighed, "It was never about the sex, was it Hannah?"

Hannah smiled that crook-sided grin she did so well then said, "No, Jason, it was never about the incredible sex then, but it is about the sex now. You made it so easy, so wonderfully right, so take my body and tempt me, tease me, please me all night long."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I heard the news that a United commuter jet crashed just fifty miles outside of Charleston and all twenty eight passengers were presumed dead, I blamed myself for letting Hannah go. I felt like dying so I prayed.

"Hannah, oh my god, my beloved, it's not fair that you were taken away from me but you are not forgotten and I know that you know I am doing fine because I can feel your presence.

Tara is nice, but she's no Hannah girl, no one like you. 

I love you,

Jason



Something About Her



I fondly recall my first sexual experience. She was about 5'5'' with brown hair, full lips and cute freckles on her cheeks. She was very shapely with strong legs, large calves, and she had the most gorgeous d-cup tits. As long as I knew her, I was obsessed with her generous bust line. We used to flirt all the time in science class my junior year in high school. She loved to engage in suggestive conversation, talking about everyday things in a sexually suggestive manner. I am sure she knew she left many guys with hard ons after these conversations.

Sometimes she would tease you by grabbing her boobs, or rubbing a nipple through her shirt when only you were looking. She used to shape her lips in a tight "O" and slowly say "ohhhhhhh" with a mischievous look in her eyes, as if she was sliding an invisible cock between her lips. We flirted through the next year, and at one point I even asked if she would take my virginity, which made her laugh. There was something about her. You just knew she was more than just talk.

Unfortunately, nothing ever happened in high school with her or any girl. It wasn't until after my first quarter at college, during winter break that anything between us ever happened. After stopping by her house unannounced to say hi, we got to talking and she mentioned that she worked at this little cafe down the street. I made it a point to start frequenting the café over the next couple weeks.

I called her one afternoon, and somehow managed to get her to stop by my house on her way to her friend's house. My parents were gone for the evening, and I had a nice fire going in the fireplace. I showed her around and then we sat down in front of the fire. We chatted about nothing in particular, with her somehow managing to give everything sexual overtones. After staring into the flames for a while, I finally called her bluff and kissed her. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, and my hands started to work their way inside her shirt towards her luscious tits. At this point we were lying down in front of the fire, with me above and to her side. 

She didn't complain about my wandering hand, so I began to finger her nipples over her bra. I pushed her underwire up over her right boob, and felt a silky soft breast for the first time. I gently squeezed her boob as we kissed, our breathing growing stronger. I paused and looked down at the boob in my hand. Her areola was very petite, and her nipple was a hard little raisin in my fingers. I gently brought my mouth to her breast and started swirling my tongue around her nipple. The skin on her breast was so smooth and fair. Finally, I brought her whole nipple into my mouth and began gently sucking, tasting her delicious creamy white skin. While my face was buried in her bosom, breathing through my nose I discovered how wonderful her breasts smelled.

At this point, she volunteered to lift up her shirt above her boobs and unclasped her bra, and I saw two magnificent mounds pointing to the sky. I groped them with both my hands and then began sucking on her nipples, not sure which one I wanted to suck on more. There was no longer any doubt-I was definitely a breast man, and I couldn't have asked for a better pair than the ones I was now sucking on. I obviously wasn't the first guy to fall in love with her tits. She told me, "I'll never understand why guys are so fascinated with breasts". All I could do to help her understand was continue swirling my tongue around her nipple, intoxicated by her flesh. Needless to say, I had a raging hard on at this point.

I kissed my way down her belly, and then told her I wanted to lick her. She hesitated and asked if I was sure. "It's salty down there. Most guys don't like the way it tastes." I persisted and she lifted up her hips and slid her skirt off. I pulled down her underwear and looked at my first live pussy. I spread her legs a little, planted my nose into her golden brown pubes, and began licking in earnest. I had no idea what I was doing, but just kept licking, concentrating on the top half of her slit. She wasn't far off on the taste, but it didn't matter since it was obvious she was enjoying my tongue. Soon she was rocking her hips slowly and stroking my hair, moaning softly. I just kept licking, not really sure what particular way I was licking was best for her. Finally she started gently bucking her hips, and then she pulled my head up from her lap. She had a big, sleepy smile on her face and said thank you and she put her skirt back on and fixed her bra and blouse.

She got a mischievous look in her eye and then said it was my turn, and we walked back to my room. She said she didn't have any condoms so we couldn't have sex. I was disappointed about that, but was still thrilled about what just happened and knew she was at least going to give me head. I sat down at the head of the bed, and she motioned for me to pull my pants down. I pulled down my pants and she then pulled down my briefs. I had never had a woman touch my cock before, and was so nervous that I was nearly flaccid. Her touch sent shivers up my spine. It never felt that good when I touched it. She placed her hands around the base of my cock and sucked my flaccid dick into her hot mouth. I had never felt anything so warm, wet and soft. I grew hard quickly and soon she was making slurping noises. She would twist her head to the side as she would inhale my cock, then untwist as she pulled back, all the while her tongue was dancing under my swollen head. Occasionally she would look up at me and I could tell she was enjoying my reaction to her ministrations.

She definitely had been coached by someone in the past, because she knew how to give you intense moments of ecstasy during the routine sucking. Some blowjobs are just a gradual build to a climax. This was your dream blowjob, every other stroke I had to catch my breath as her skillful mouth made love to my manhood. She would vary the pace, sucking pressure, and the use of her hands as she took me on a roller coaster ride of pleasure. I laid back and closed my eyes for a moment-I could hear soft slurping sounds coupled with an occasional, "Mmm, Hmmm". I was in heaven. Then the pleasure slowly built until I knew there was no turning back. It felt as if she was inhaling the life force through my spine and out my cock. The imminent feeling of an orgasm began to overtake me. No orgasm during masturbation had ever built up like this. I would have said or done anything for her in this state. My body began to tense, I involuntarily closed my eyes and I began shooting my hot load in her mouth as she continued to suck with even more intensity. A painfully long "Ohhhhhhhh" escaped my lips as she gave me the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.

My cock repeatedly twitched as it spurted the remainder of my load into her mouth. She just kept sucking my cock as if nothing had happened. Finally, I could take it no more and had to coax her to release my dick from her mouth. She released my cock for a second and then, her mouth still full of cum, gave me another mischievous look and a smile. She started sucking on it again just to tease me, as she knew my cock was hyper sensitive from the intense orgasm she had just pulled out of my body. She finally released me, giggling.

She indicated that my load was in her mouth with a simple humming sound and I pointed her to the bathroom, while I sat there amazed at the incredible evening I just had. I pulled up my pants and walked her to the door. I wondered what she would tell her friend the reason for her being so late was. My next encounter with her would be several months later, when she finally did take my virginity away. In the meantime, I replayed the events of this winter night repeatedly in my fantasies.



Something About Her



I write in english, but I live in small village in Finland. That is one reason my text will look odd.

Back in 1999 I ran in to a girl at my friend's birthday party. The party was at that point gone to a place strange to me. The moment I walked into the house full of strangers wasn't memorable. I knew only 2 or 4 people there including my friend. As I walked into the kitchen I saw a beautiful young woman sitting next to the kitchen table. I couldn't keep my eyes of her. 

I didn't talk her too much that evening, but maybe 11 pm the people were going to go to some nightclub. The beautiful girl was the house owner's oldest daughter. I didn't catch her name until later but she was and still is Suzie. I heard her shouting like he was going to kill somebody. I went to see what was up. She was looking for her cat. The cat had sneaked out. I was trying to help her and went to the door too.

- Lets put some food outside the door and wait for a while

- She is not use to being outdoors, she'll die out there, she cried

- Let's go find her

- She'll be scared and run away

I didn't listen to her. I put on my shoes and coat and walked few minutes in their yard. There was a tree with branches hanging quite close to the ground. I immediately saw a whitish figure curled under the tree. I took a bit closer look and I knew it had to be her cat. I walked indoors to find the woman shouting:

- I am not going anywhere

- Why not, asked somebody

- Because someone let my cat out in the dark, she won't come back as long as you are here.

- You mean the white cat under tree back there. Mainly white with some light brown stripes and black tail.

- Show me where, said the girl and took a small battery lamp and put on her shoes too.

She followed me out and the cat was at the very same point enjoying silence and freedom. The girl caught the cat. She took the cat upstairs were she had a sandbox and so on. 

That night I didn't speak her more than few words. I wasn't sure what for, but I imagine the runaway cat had a part in that or she simply wasn't interested in me. I was on holiday from peacekeeping mission so I didn't have too much motivation either. 

Within the next year I saw her once or twice. Then in 2003 there was a dating ad in the Internet and the moment I saw her Email address I was sure it had to be her. I knew, but she thought I was someone she had met in a skiing center. We kept on changing email for a while but I ran in to a girl who lured me away to 4 months of best sex I have ever had. So I forgot Suzie for a while. 

Then in 2004 there was a story of horse racing in a local newspaper. The picture was not too good, but I was sure it had to be her. I don't recall if I found her email address first or did I run into her in a bar first. After all she still had the same affect in me she did like 5 years ago.

Since we were both already by the bar disk I asked I finally could offer her a drink. She didn't take me too seriously so she asked if I'd buy one for her girl friend too. I wasn't prepared for that so I said: You for sure and if I have enough money on me for your friend too. I was at the bar with a girl I had sent out for a blind date with my brother the week before so I had barely enough money for their drinks, but I bought them anyway.

Few days later I send her Email and asked if her number was still the same. She had changed the operator so it wasn't but I got the new one.

Then we changed Email for quite long time and in a slow pace. Then one day we talked about hey, a few days later sawdust and finally she had some use for me too. I took her a load of sawdust and saw her renovated house. It was quite dark and it was still under construction but I could imagine it to be good. I didn't stay too long.

Few weeks before Christmas she needed a ride home from a party. I picked her and her friends and we spend some hours in a nightclub. I offered her one or two drinks and took her home too. On the way we picked up some fast food. I told her I was pleased to be the one to take the most beautiful woman in the bar home and it was true.

We hardly spoke during next week but she had another party and she needed a ride there too. I took her there. Later she told me she had gone there to meet friends and mainly because of one man who was into horses too. If not she just might have asked me to stay, or at least that I was hoping for. 

I didn't hear until later that the man she had wanted had turned her down. That sounded so strange to me. Then I finally met her. She needed some help moving to her new place. That included a small painting job and moving a washing machine. 

I took my father's Toyota Land Cruiser and drove to her new apartment. She was there finishing her breakfast. I had already had mine, so I took only some juice and biscuits. We had to feed her horse and pony before we hit the road to her old apartment. On our way we mainly talked about cars until she tried to call her father. She tried but her father was out of reach.

- Did you see the last Mile High Club

- No, please don't tell me anything. My sister taped it for me as well as Ewerwood.

- You watch Ewerwood too. You don't have TV at your new place

- No. The antenna costs more than 500$

- Sounds expensive. Have you asked Nick? He is in the antenna business. 

- I didn't know. Do you have his number?

- I should have. You want me to ask for a price for you?

- Please do

I called Nick and he estimated 200-230$ including everything. I told Suzie that and quite soon we arrived at her old place. We started with the washing machine. I started to move the smaller items from outdoor to the van while Suzie moved them inside close to the door. Then she cleaned one wall and we painted it. She cleaned the floor while I kept on packing the van.

Maybe 3 hours we were clearing the house before we were back on the highway. Few miles before the last highway exit she said something about feeding her pets and being hungry too. I told her we should stop at the lunch café so that I could buy her lunch.  

- Are you serious, she asked? I am wearing this worn out jacket and paint stained shirt. 

- Why not. I had my breakfast before you and I am not going to starve. It is lunchtime and we are not too dirty compared to the people I have seen eating there during the construction of the new gas station.

- I should be buying because you are helping me, but I am quite short of cash.

- It is ok, I said as she saw me pay 2 times 7$. Go help yourself.

We ate together and drove off to her place, emptied the van and she started putting the stuff on the right places. Reality ends here...

Actually in reality she had her brand new sauna on, but two out of 3 fuses were turned of... Anyway she and I moved the washing machine to its place, connected the incoming hose and adjusted the feet so that the machine stood straight. 

- Have you seen the whole apartment, she asked when we were done with the washer?

- I saw it when it was under construction. I have never seen it ready. 

- Want to see the rest of it?

- Sure

She gave me a quick tour down stairs. Everything looked great. The two dogs and two cats had all found a place to lie down for a while. As we went to see the top floor with two bedrooms I saw a bunny sleeping alone in its gage. 

- You have everything in pairs, except bunny and yourself

- What do you mean by that?

- I just wonder if you feel alone in here?

- I had a little trouble getting used to darkness and silence, but loneliness doesn't bother me at all.

- Are you seeing anyone

- Not at the moment, she said and she was quiet for a while. Do you like this place?

- To be honest with you the moment I look out the window. I had a bunch of romantic thoughts 

- How about now?

- I always have thoughts for you Susie.

- How come you have never said or done anything

- I like you, I like you a lot, I also respect you and I am afraid of being turned down

- No fear no game

- You are not a game for me. You are one of the women I could imagine spending my whole life with, marrying and so on. 

- You have never thought so far

- Actually I have. I don't know you well enough yet, but so far you seem so perfect

- You are just flattering me to get laid

- Funny thing is that I can't imagine that part yet.

She came a bit closer and sat on the floor next to the gage. She pointed me to sit down too. I sat down facing her.

- What can you imagine? Can you imagine kissing me, she asked?

- Yes I can imagine kissing you, holding you, caressing you, feeling every inc of you skin

- I cannot imagine. Can you guess why?

- I have few ideas. You like tall, handsome, muscular men who are into horses. You want somebody who looks gorgeous in your eyes and makes you feel safe. Totally wrong?

- Not entirely, anything else?

- I don't know if I am too soft for you or something. You have a strong personality and I like it.

- You don't like horses, but my dogs and cats seem to trust you.

- The thing is I know cats and dogs, but I have never been around horses. I haven't made up mind, but why would I hate horses?

- You just said it. You want to know if you can like or not.

- I rode a bicycle first time two weeks before school, on first school day I was happy because I didn't have to walk.

- I thought you must have been driving and riding everything with wheels since you were baby

- Is there anything you want to tell me?

- You have been kind of sweet, like you actually care for me, curious about everything but you have missed at least two things.

- Please tell me

- I have been dating several men, not many but some. They all have been nice and stunning from the very beginning. You on the other hand were just a passer by, until recently.

- How many was there?

- All except one

- An important one

- You say a bit different things that you do, but you seem to follow some sort of guidelines of honesty. The thing I didn't understand was the fact you spoke with my sister and I didn't feel good about it.

- My first choice would have been to run away from you two

- But you didn't. In fact you talked for a long time. But what freaked me out was that you didn't seem to tense up while talking to her. Why?

- She is not you. I have romantic thoughts for you and they keep me on my toes with you.

- Really. As I introduced you to my sister you said you couldn't believe it. Is she really so good looking?

- Actually the other way. You made her look a bit plain. If I didn't know she was your sister I would have guessed anyone else. 

- No fucking way, she said and turned away from me.

- I can go to a lie detector if you don't believe me. This is not a game, but I still may lose

- Your move now. I am not thinking straight. My sister had a point.

- What did she say?

- A number of things, but mainly she was curious if she could have you. 

- She is not my type, as far as I know. You are.

- Really?

- Would you lean your back against me and let me hold your hands for a while

She didn't say anything. She leaned her back against me and I took hold of her hands. I put my hands around her and squeezed her gently against my breast. We were like that nearly motionless for a minute or two. I only moved my fingers on her palms and arms a bit.

- Why did you want me to lye my back on you, she asked?

- So that if I happen to cry you wont see my tears.

She turned her head around and I saw a smile that was strange to me. It was different in many small ways and I suddenly felt cold shivers in my back. Then she turned her head more and kissed me. I of course replied to her kiss with my lips. Her kiss was soft, warm and gentle like the first ray of morning sun. I could feel it deep in my bones, but I didn't cry. She kissed me, I kissed her back and all the time I was holding her. 

Then I had a sort of blank moment in time. During that blank moment she break loose from hold of my arms, but her hand stayed in mine as she took me to her bed. We crawled on the bed face to face and soon our lips were connected in series of French kisses. We didn't undress one another. With our clothes on we caressed one another keeping our hands above navel. I lost the track of time and our nearly silent kisses filled the room with mental heat.

When we eventually stopped kissing and hugging one another she spoke first

- I didn't Imagine this

- What did you have in mind?

- Having sex like porn stars and kicking you out after I am done, she laughed

- You like to kiss and to be kissed?

- My lips are sore, but you are right

- I didn't imagine staying here this long so you can say when it is my time to leave

- I am not done yet, she said and kissed me again. 

- I can't promise you what you just said

- Sex like porn stars, It was just my imagination. You never use bad words?

- I try to filter my speech a bit. I prefer safe sex and you look like a model. Porn is not a bad word. 

- I think we should take a walk with the dogs and feed the rest of the animals, not to mention some grease to my lips. You are a bit odd, anyone told you that?

- More than once or twice, yes.

We did the stuff she mentioned and it was getting dark. It was snowing and I knew sometime in the night I had to go clear some roads. When we went back in she took the lip care for the third time and rubbed it around her lips.

- Do you want something to eat, a sandwich or something, she asked?

- Anything but fish is ok

- Here is a loaf of bread, some ham and cheese, not much of a choice

- It is Ok

- You look worried

- It is snowing outside, I cant stay all night no matter how much I wanted to

- You have night shift?

- Some places have to be cleared before 7 am

- You are covering for somebody

- Yes

- I have an idea. Now that we are done with our small meal, we could have a quickie and you could sleep a few hours before you go

- Sounds good, but I want you to feel good and I doubt if I can have any sleep...

We went upstairs, kissed, hugged and caressed one another. I opened her jeans, she opened mine and we were soon at the point where she had only her bra and nearly wet panties. My olive green boxers felt very uncomfortable. I didn't open her bra. Instead I gently slid them up and over her breasts and head revealing a pair of firm breasts that were probably size B. She had me lie down on my back while she removed my boxers. I didn't let her play with my cock for long because it was already rock hard

I took off her panties in quite slow motion with my teeth. Then I licked her breasts slim tummy, and navel on my way to her pussy. She didn't let me lick her for more than a minute before she pointed me to get protection and fuck her. 

I put on a condom and started to push slowly into her love hole. She didn't make a sound until half way she said

- Good god, please don't wait too long

I started slow in and out motion and she took me breathing heavily. Only two minutes she was quite silent and kept her hands around me in a fairly firm grip. I don't know how long we made love but probably less than ten minutes. She didn't much warn me before she came moaning and squirming under me. Her pussy milked me and I was so close it took me maybe twenty trusts after she came it was my time to fill the condom with my sperm. I let my cock stay in her pussy for a while before I pulled my cock and the condom out.

- You are beyond my dreams Suzie, I said

- I think that was a pretty good quickie

- You are going to kick me out now, I said and pointed my ass at her?

- Come here. 

- You look stunning

- I never thought you look so good without clothes

- One positive surprise before the end of today and I can say you look beautiful with or without clothes. You look like Ansa Ikonen, has anyone told you that.

- Ansa Ikonen, who is she?

- She was a movie star from great number of black and white movies. 

- I want to lick your cock if you don't mind she said and tied the worn condom with a knot

- If you don't mind me licking your pussy

After play was only a few minutes fun. We took a shower together, dried one another and went back to bed holding one another. Too bad I had to leave early. How early, how late it is all in your imagination. In my thoughts she is the woman of my life.